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[sarastuss]

WHO ARE YOU REALLY? : GOLDEN SOUL, HAVING SURVIVED, but not entirely without cost. this query, something that the famed warrior of light still struggles with, peace not so easy to make to calm the storm of conflict within. ... having to fight off the calamities of the final days once more, to almost lose all that she has gained. LIKE SHE HAD DONE ALL THOSE CENTAURIES AGO. yet she had walked, forged ahead ; everything of her given for victory. but now that it was gained? peace prospers for the time being, but not within her. not when there was so much to do, not when the hero wanted to save those in the past as well. ... IN SEARCH OF ANSWERS, THAT PART OF HER PAST BURNS SO STRONGLY WITHIN ; to adventure, to travel. &. it has lead her here, a realm wrapped in mystery ; she feels immense power pulsate from somewhere deeper within these caves, ... but before an answer to what that something was, she has been halted. &. EVER THE FIGHTER, golden &. white lance had been summoned, materiliazing from a flash of warm light into her hands ; a response, to being surrounded with sharp tips of the lances pointed at her, a group following this, who she presumed was their leader, surrounding her. ... ( will you unleash the scorching rays of the sun? will you show why your foes refer to your powers as god-like? ) ❝ what are you? ❞ the question falls of her lips instead, before any strike is made. a woman's voice reaches her from behind the mask worn,

@satellitewar + kida you ask what am i, but what are you?

&. THOUGH SARASTUS REMAINS PREPARED, : SHE DOES NOT MAKE A MOVE TO STRIKE. golden irises, glowing slightly more prominently in the darkness of this cave, look forward ; as if she could see beneath the mask worn. seconds feel like eons, as her response is waited. ... that is when she moves, her stance straightening, as she allows the weapon to turn into golden dust. WHAT A FITTING QUESTION THAT HAS BEEN ASKED OF YOU. ❝ my name is sarastus, ❞ she responses. gaze does not waver, nor does the ethereal power that radiates from her very being. the angelic voice neutral, yet it is dipped into certain determined tune. ❝ perhaps better known as the warrior of light. ❞ THOUGH SHE IS NOT CERTAIN HAS THIS TRIBE EVER REACHED A WORD OF THE DEEDS OF THE FAMED CHAMPION OF HYDAELYN, ... something that is perhaps both for the better &. the worse. ❝ but i am not here to seek a battle, but for answers. ❞ though there was no guarantee they would be found here.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Kinktober Special Part 10 (+18)

SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS AND I HAD TO. (OK so would this ever happen in canon? no. do I care? also no. this is fun and pretend on the internet idk)

The Crew’s Whore (Part 10) (+18)

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Red Hair Shanks x Straw Hat F!Reader

WC: 3700 what the fuck lmao

TWs: unprotected sex, p in v sex, face riding, oral sex, teasing, fingering, alcohol consumption, hot passionate lovemaking idk. 

— — 

You don’t know how you ended up here, scared out of your wits.

Okay… maybe you do know exactly why you were here, but it didn’t make you any less terrified. Your captain once again got you into a life-threatening predicament, but this time it was one you had to face alone. 

You take a deep breath and smooth the fabric of your red velvet wrapped gown over your stomach. You shake your long hair down your back and square your shoulders. 

Your heels click across the strong wood as you go to cross the gang plank to the adjacent ship. 

— — 

(3 hours earlier)

“No seriously, I heard if you rub the mucus from the transponder snails all over your skin you look 10 years younger.” Robin said as she leaned up against the railing of the Thousand Sunny on her elbows. 

“I don’t really think I want to look 11…” Nami said back as she picked at the dirt under her fingernails. 

“Is Luffy back yet? I can’t stand the suspense anymore! I just know he’s going to blow us all to smithereens!” Usopp butts his head in-between the two girls as they watched the Red Force docked across from the Sunny, no sign of their captain yet. 

“Don’t you think if Shanks’ crew was going to vaporize us they’d have done it immediately?” Sanji grunts with a cigarette dangling from his spit soaked bottom lip. No one thought he was listening as he sat on a barrel with you leaned up against it between his legs. He had a seashell comb in his right hand that he used to braid your hair. 

“You make a good point… but I don’t think we should settle in just yet. He’s arguably the most powerful man in the world. We should be lucky we aren’t gore at the bottom of the ocean being eaten by mantis shrimp.” Your eyes flutter open at the conversation, you had been so relaxed by Sanji’s delicate brushing of your tresses. 

“DO YOU REALLY THINK WE’RE GONNA BE EATEN IN THE OCEAN Y/N?” Chopper scrambles across the deck, tears in his eyes, and lands in your lap as you sat on the deck of the Sunny. 

You pat his hat. 

“Maybe!” You chuckle. 

Chopper starts to sob. 

“Alright who made Chopper cry?” Zoro comes out of the kitchen with a hefty bottle of sake in one hand. 

“I was just being honest, love.” You say to the already slightly drunk swordsman. 

“You’ve gotta stop doing that shit you know he’s-“ The green haired man begins to scold you. 

“HEEEEY!!! HEY GUYS!!!”

Everyone’s head whips towards the source of the yelling. 

Luffy bounds towards the Sunny and opts to stretch his arms and catapult himself onto the deck instead of using the gang plank. 

Chopper hops immediately up out of your lap and runs to clutch Luffy’s legs. 

“Luffy how are we gonna die? Is he gonna cut us up into a million pieces or-“ The poor reindeer snivels through violent sobs.

“Huh? Who? Shanks?” Luffy looked confused before he broke into a smile. “Ha ha! No, Shanks is my friend! We were just catching up! You guys are weird haha.” 

There was a collective sigh released across the deck. 

“Yeah he’s totally cool. He’s setting out in the morning. I offered to have Sanji cook us all a big feast, but he said he’s rather have y/n for the night instead. More food for us!” Luffy giggled. 

“WHAT?” You stood up from the deck. “You offered my services to the most deadly man in the seas without asking first?” You storm up to your captain. 

“Yeah? He’s nice, y/n! Heh heh you’ll like him a lot! I promise!” 

— — 

So here you were. You slinked across the deck of the Red Force towards the captain’s quarters, trying to stay unnoticed. You thought you were being inconspicuous until the door to what you assumed was the galley swung open and bathed your cloaked figured in bright light. Two men, drunk in arms, stopped in their tracks when they saw you. 

“Oye! It’s the Straw Hat girl! She’s ‘ere for the captain!” The much larger of the two men said as he gestured towards you with a beer bottle. 

The smaller man with long, dreadlocked hair ushered him along. 

“Yeah yeah leave ‘em be.” He said as he held up his drunk crew mate to their quarters. “Hey, tell my boy I say hi, alright?” The pirate said over his shoulder as he let you pass the two of them to continue towards the captain’s room. 

“Aye… Aye I can do that.” You say shakily. 

“Good, now have fun tonight! Don’t hurt ya’ self!” The long haired pirate who bared a striking resemblance to a friend of yours called as he disappeared out of sight. 

You regained your composure and straightened your dress before you continued to the belly of the ship. You walked down two sets of stairs before reaching a hallway with a singular door. You were given no chance to back out because the door opened as soon as your foot hit the bottom stair. 

“Y/n, welcome.” Red Haired Shanks stood clutching a doorknob and waving you towards him with a smile. You froze. You hadn’t knocked. He knew you were coming long before you got here. Such power. But his smile seemed so.. normal?

“Everything okay, y/n?” He calls at you. You snapped out of your daze.

“Yes! Sorry!” You hurriedly enter his private quarters and he shuts the door behind you. It was luxurious for a pirate, but nothing over the top. He had a full bar with a loveseat on one end and king sized bed with red velvet sheets on the other. You had to chuckle at the dated decor, you were forgetting he was well over 10 years your senior. 

Shanks moves past you after locking the door and heads to the bar. He grips a bottle of wine and tips it towards you in question. 

“Can I pour you a drink?” Shanks asks. 

“I-um, yes. Yes thank you.” You eventually get out. 

Shanks carefully pours each of you a large glass of red wine. He hands you a glass and beckons for you to join him on the loveseat. He was so large in stature that you were in the corner with your legs crossed so you didn’t encroach on his space. 

“My friend and your captain says you are the hottest little thing on the Grand Line… you have something to say about that?” He says playfully from across the couch. 

“I-I’d say you’d have to try it yourself, captain.” You try to make yourself sound confident but there was no use. This man could pulverize you and everyone you love in five seconds if he wanted to… and yet here he was lighting candles and pouring you wine. 

“Drink.” Shanks motions for you to drink your wine as he lifts his own heavy pour to his lips. You oblige and take a few large gulps of wine before settling your glass in your lap again. 

“Why are you afraid of me?” Shanks breaks the silence. 

“I-I’m n-“ Your eyes threatened to bug out of your skull.

“And don’t lie because I’ll know.” Shanks smirks at you from across the loveseat. “Tell me what’s bothering you. I have no interest in laying with someone who isn’t all here. I would just like to know what’s frightening you, little one?” Shanks takes another sip of his wine. 

“Y-you’re just very powerful. I’ve never felt like this before with anyone… I-I can’t explain it…” You look down into your wine glass and take a gulp. You couldn’t meet Shanks’ gaze. 

“I won’t hurt you…” Shanks gets up from his seat and you tense up. “But maybe we should get to know each other better first so you actually believe me…” Shanks returns to his position across from you, this time dragging over a small table and a deck of cards. “Let’s play, every hand you win you get to ask a question and the other has to answer truthfully. And drink, of course.” 

You relax a bit and cock your head. You place your empty wine glass down on the table. 

“You better get the bottle then.” You smirk. 

Shanks smiles and pours the two of you full glasses. He then deals you your first round of cards. To your misfortune you lose the first hand. 

“Alright then… you still think I’m going to kill you, don’t you?” Shanks almost chuckles as the words leave his mouth. 

“Yes.” You respond immediately. You take a drink. 

Shanks sighs and deals another hand. You thought for a moment if you should offer to deal the cards, seeing as it might go faster… but Shanks struck you as a man who liked to be in control so you kept your mouth shut. 

“Listen, sweet pea, you’re worth a lot more alive than you are dead from what I’ve heard about you… So you have nothing to worry about.” Shanks says as he lays out his hand. “Oh dear it seems I’ve won again. Less morose questions, perhaps?”

You toss your losing cards back to the center of the table. 

“Have you ever had a fishman?” Shanks asks. 

You choke a bit on the wine you had just sipped. A smile spreads across the pirates face, his eyes glistening with childlike mischief even through his scarred flesh. He really was quite handsome…

“Sorry… too forward?” He asks. 

“Not at all.” You chuckle after catching your breath. People always asked you about that once they learned of your line of work. . “Yes I have.” 

“What’s it like? I’ve always been curious but never had the opportunity…” Shanks asks with genuine interest. 

“I think you’re supposed to win another hand if you want to ask another question.” You lay your winning hand on the table and smirk. “My turn. Who’s your one that got away? Everyone like you has a lost love.” 

“Oh I wouldn’t call it lost… they’re very much still in the picture. Someone I’ve known since I was young. I still have hope, in the end, but we’ll see. He’s just-“ Shanks explains as he deals more cards. 

“He?” You interject. 

“Is that another question?” Shanks playfully raises an eyebrow

“No.” You recall your inquisition. 

“Good, seeing as I’ve won again.” Shanks collects the cards again. “Now, is the two cocks thing true?”

“Of course it is. But only for the shark fishmen. It’s intimidating at first, but when you’ve been doing my job for this long you learn how to handle it.” You smile into your wine glass cheekily before taking a sip. 

“I have no doubt you excel at your job. It’s simply pleasure enough to get to spend the evening with a beautiful woman with such-“   Shanks’ eyes flick down to where your wrapped velvet gown was opening in the front, exposing your cleavage. He looks back up to meet your gaze. “Breathtaking features.” 

You can’t help but giggle. His hungry eyes on you somehow made you feel more at ease… all men truly are the same. It’s incredible that they call it a man’s world when the strongest of them all can be tamed by the promise of pussy. 

“Looks like I’ve won this one, Red Hair.” You splay your cards on the worn wooden table. “What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you recently?” You ask. 

“I don’t get embarrassed!” Shanks answers far too quickly and defensively for your liking. You cock your head with skepticism. “Fine. Last week one of my crew mates came up to me in celebration asking for a double high five.” Shanks sighs. 

You didn’t understand why it was embarrassing at first, but when you looked at his torso and were reminded he only had one arm you short laughed so hard that you had to bring your hands up to your face. 

“Oh gods I’m sorry I shouldn’t laugh.” You try to regain your composure. 

“No no I promise it’s quite alright!” Shanks grins and plays another losing hand. “It’s funny now that my bruised ego is healed.” 

“So my turn again. When you’re with men do you top or bottom?” The wine must have really been affecting you to even consider asking an emperor such a question. 

Shanks smiles again. 

“Let me ask you this…” Shanks peruses his hand of cards, slipping them deftly between his calloused fingers. “If I take you to a candy shop and I say, ‘now you can only have the peppermint sweets’ how terrible would that be? You’d have to pass up on the chocolate sweets, the strawberry sweets, and sweets you’ve never even imagined. Who wants to live like that?” Shanks lays his winning hand down on the table with a smug grin. “Would you like to come sit on my lap, y/n?” 

You nod silently before you finish your drink and set the massive wine glass down on the table. You rise to your feet. Shanks uses his one hand to pat his left high, spreading his legs so you could slot between them. 

“Plenty of room on this side now.” Shanks winks as you sit down on his lap. He raises his right hand towards your face slowly but suddenly stop as if he’s realized something. “Can I touch you?” He asks as he looks in your eye. The sheer power emanating from his body no longer frightened you, but drew you in and made you feel your heartbeat below your waist. 

“Yes, you can touch me.” You affirm, looking Shanks in the eye. You give him a soft smile. 

“Wow… Luffy wasn’t kidding. You really are gorgeous…” Shanks compliments you as he touches your face gently to brush your hair out of your eyes. He was getting a better look at you. “Really just so fucking pretty…” He kisses your cheek before you feel his hand working at the tie of your dress. “Help me a bit, sweet pea? Wanna see all of you.” 

You blush hard and fumble with your dress enough to spread it open, exposing your nude form. 

“Absolutely beautiful…” Shanks coos as he slides his hand down your chest and cups one of your breasts in his strong grip. He kneads it for a bit and you relax into his touch. He pinches your nipple and you jolt forward, almost losing your balance on Shanks’ lap. 

“Hold onto me, baby, it’s okay.” Shanks brings your arm up to wrap around his neck before continuing fondling your body. His hand finally reached to cup your mound, pressing his fingers flat against your wet lips. You hid your head in the crook of his neck and whimpered. 

“I can feel you throbbing, honey, why didn’t you just say something?” He nudges you with his chin to prompt you to come out of hiding in his neck. “Huh? It’s okay. You should have told me it was this bad…” Shanks starts swiping his fingers through your folds, taking a moment to circle your clit a few times with each upwards stroke along your pussy. 

“I-I just…” Lust had clouded your brain and you could no longer form a coherent thought. A few moments ago you were holding your own against the emperor in a game of cards but now you were completely helpless in his grasp. Shanks slips two digits inside your soaked hole, you gasp out loudly and your arms around his neck tighten. 

“Oh!” You yelp as he tentatively pushes his fingers in and out of you, stretching you and working you up. 

“It’s okay… I'm gonna help you with this okay?” Shanks pushes his two fingers into you again and keeps them inside. He pulls upwards on his fingers once and you instinctively squeal and try to close your legs. “Theeeere it is. Keep those legs open, doll, I’m gonna make you cum now.” He immediately begins hammering his fingers into your favorite spot. 

“AH!” You cry out and your shoulders lurch forward, you slam your eyes shut, the sensation overwhelming you. You moan out as he physically pulls a wet, screaming orgasm out of you with his hand. 

“Good girl! That’s better, huh?” Shanks coos at you as he pulls his fingers out of you and rubs gently at your pussy with his whole palm as if to say ‘good job, champ.’ Shanks quickly lifts you into the air and lets your dress fall to the floor. He sets you to sit on the bed and starts removing his clothing. 

You decided this was something you could help with and start undoing his belt and pants. Shanks slips off his boots and sheds his torso of his jacket and shirt. You move to lay down on the bed, figuring he could shed the rest of his clothes himself. 

“Ah ah ah, don’t get comfortable sweet pea.” Shanks scolds you playfully and you finally get a full view of his body. His olive skin was scarred but beautifully tanned, and his cock was so impressive that you noticed it far before you noticed his missing arm. “You’re going to ride my face.” 

“Oh I am, am I?" You hop up onto your knees on the bed, making room for Shanks to lay down.

“You are because if I don’t get to taste this wet little cunny in the next few minutes I might die.” Shanks lays on his back and grips your waist to help pull you towards his face. “Now sit.” He yanks you down onto his waiting mouth and holds you in place with his arm wrapped around you. 

“Fuck! Shanks!” You cry out as his lips latch around your clit. “Oh my god!” You lean forward instinctively and grip the headboard. You find your body involuntarily rocking against Shanks’ tongue and lips, somehow desperately chasing another high. 

Shanks laps now at your hole, trying to taste more of you straight from the source. 

“So fuckin’ sweet… No wonder they won’t let you go…” Shanks slurps messily against your cunt and moans deeply. “My gods, taste so fuckin’ good…”

 You toss your head back and moan, feeling yourself approaching orgasm again so quickly after your last one. 

“Yes- fuck- just like that, please!” You grind your hips harder onto Shanks’ face. 

“Let go, cum on me baby girl, come on, you can do it…” Shanks mutters into your sex as eagerly devours you, wanting you to finish just as much as you did yourself. 

With a final harsh suck to your clit, you release onto Shanks’ waiting face. He pulls off your sensitive bud but continues lapping at your folds, trying to taste every last drop of the essence leaving your body. Once satisfied from tasting you, Shanks pulls you down his body to sit on his lap. 

He pushes the two of you put he bed so his back is against the headboard and you’re seated comfortably on his lap, wet cunt soaking his member pressed against his abdomen. He was thick and uncut, just the way you like them. 

You move your hips to hover over his pelvis as you allow him to line his leaking cock up with your entrance. Delirious from your orgasms, you eagerly impale yourself on his cock fully and let out a choked cry. Shanks chuckles and pushes your hair out of your face to hold your chin in his hand. 

“Oh baby that was so good! You took it all so good.” He smiles at you. 

You nod and start to grind your hips onto him, your eyes falling closed at the delicious friction. Shanks leans up and starts leaving bites and sucks on your neck, he grips your hips tightly in his hand to guide your grinding on top of him. He plants his feet and is able to thrust inside of you. 

“What a fucking goddess you are, y/n… fuck you feel so fuckin’ good…” 

You were feeling bashful at his praise… like he wasn’t buried balls deep inside of you right now. It was clear from his languid pace and his attention to your needs that he didn’t want to fuck you. He wanted to make love to you. 

You continue to ride Shanks and he nibbled and sucked at your breasts while continuously spilling words of praise and admiration about your pussy and how well it takes his cock. 

“So good, sweat pea, come on and make yourself cum on me, just use me baby it’s okay…” Shanks mumbled into your spit soaked nipple. You whimper and move your hips faster, feeling your walls start to spasm. “Yes there it is, come on…” 

“SHANKS!” You cry out the captain’s name as you fall apart completely on his thick cock. You felt completely boneless as the aftershocks of your mammoth orgasm wore off. 

“Gonna fill you, love, just take it…” Shanks grunts as he obviously approaches his climax. 

“Y-yes-“ You could barely squeak out, so beyond overstimulated. 

With an animalistic growl, Shanks empties himself inside of you entirely. You whine and wiggle on his lap as you feel the floods of cum seep from your hole along the sides of his cock. 

Shanks pulls your body into his by your shoulder and you collapse into his broad chest. He pulls out of you and lays you both of your side. After a few moments of gentle touches and pillow talk, you rise to collect your things. 

“You’re not staying?” The pirate captain asked. 

“You’re leaving port in the morning.” You replied. 

“I know. I’m asking if you’ll stay with me. Here.” Shanks asks. 

You smile as you throw on your velvet dress. You approach Shanks’ nude body on the bed. You cup his jaw. 

“I am loyal to my captain.” You say with a smile. 

“After all that, you’re still loyal to your captain?” Shanks refutes, sitting up in bed now. 

“Of course. What good is a crew if they aren’t loyal to their captain?” You say playfully as you approach the door of the bedroom. 

“Gods that only makes me want you more.” Shanks smirks. 

“Best of luck to you, Red Haired Shanks.” You wink and you retreat back to your home ship. 

[takamimami]

heeeey! 100 followers! nice! it was hard to choose just one prompt - so maybe i could request two in one? some fluff for kidd with prompt 6 and 8 ❤️ thanks and congrats again on your milestone!🎀

Hai anon!! thank you for your submission :3 this one took me a bit to find inspo for, but it's finally done! I hope you enjoy <3

Kidd x F!Reader - SFW - “You give the best hugs.” & “Wait, we have a few more minutes.” - STORY UNDER THE CUT - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞 CW: FLUFF; pregnancy - pregnant!reader, reader and kidd are parents, mentions of feeling baby move/kick, one almost suggestive comment from kidd but nothing nsfw, i just know this man would be the most doting husband to his pregnant wife byeeee ---word count 1.1k

You groaned as the light came pouring into your room from the doorway, tugging the blanket up over your head as you heard heavy footsteps trudge into the room. Two loud thumps echo off the walls as Kidd kicks off his boots, and the mattress sinks behind you as he crawls in and wraps an arm around your middle.

“It’s almost noon, angel,” he croons, his hand drifting over your swollen stomach, stilling as he feels movement from within. “The boys will be up soon, and Killer just finished making lunch if either of you are hungry.”

As if to offer their affirmation, the baby kicks at Kidd’s hand resting on your stomach, to which he hums in amusement. “I’ll take that as a yes, little squirt,” he chuckles, sitting up to lay a kiss on the side of your swollen belly as you stretch out on the mattress next to him. You shift your eyes over to the clock on the wall, reaching for your husband before he can remove himself from the bed fully.

“Wait,” you plead, batting your eyelashes pitifully at him as he lets you pull him back down into the bed beside you. “We have a few more minutes.”

Kidd lets out a breathy laugh as you nuzzle your face into his chest, sighing contently as he wraps you tightly in his arms and rests his chin on your head. For a few heartbeats you both lay there in silence, his breathing causing your head to rise and fall along with his chest as he holds you tightly.

Your eyelids start to feel heavy as you teeter on the verge of sleep, the sound of little footsteps snapping your attention as you lean yourself up against your elbow to gaze over Kidd’s hulking form. The footsteps draw closer as you prepare for the intrusion, but to your surprise, they continue past your door and down the hallway – their shadows under the door disappearing as quickly as they appeared.

You giggle to yourself as you settle back into Kidd’s hold, his own smirk curling on his lips as he observes you getting comfortable once more.

“So much for a ‘few more minutes’,” he teases, still wrapping an arm back around you despite his disapproving tone.

“I can’t help it,” you croon, “You give the best hugs. I’ll never get tired of laying in bed with you.”

Kidd’s sigh turns into a laugh as he contemplates your words, reaching a hand down to rub at your swollen abdomen. 

“I think that’s how you ended up like this, for a third time,” he says huskily, nuzzling his face into your neck and peppering gentle kisses there. His hand makes to slide lower, but a nudge from the child in your womb has him flinching away as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“Alright,” you sigh, pressing a kiss to Kidd’s temple before rolling to your opposite side and hoisting yourself into a sitting position on the end of the bed. Kidd is in front of you a breath later, arm wrapping around your waist to help you stand.

During your first pregnancy, you’d despised Kidd’s overbearingness, not appreciating the feeling of being treated as if you were incapable or fragile. But after the accident during your second pregnancy, you knew any resistance to his mother-hen behaviors was futile, and it offered you a sense of comfort you’d come to relish in.

Kidd’s hand remains at your back as you slip on your slippers, waddling over to the vanity near the washroom and slipping your robe on over your nightgown. Kidd reaches for your arm as you reach around to tie the drawstring, halting your movements as he spins you around and positions the two of you in front of the vanity mirror.

His massive hands encompass yours as they both rest on your swollen belly, Kidd’s breath tickling your neck as he presses a gentle, lingering kiss to your shoulder. 

“I think it’s a girl,” he murmurs, and as if to confirm his suspicions the baby presses against the wall of your womb, foot protruding into Kidd’s hand as his smile widens. “See, she says her daddys right.”

You roll your eyes and huff out a laugh, meeting his eyes in the mirror for a moment before the pitter patter of little footsteps approach again, and your bedroom door swings open a moment later.

“Momma, Dadda~!”

Your two-year-old’s voice pierces through the silence of the room as your four-year-old clamors onto your bed, immediately beginning to bounce on it. Your two-year-old finally reaches you and stretches his arms up to you, whining as Kidd lifts him into the air.

“I want Momma!!”

Kidd rolls his eyes as he hands the boy over, and you press gentle kisses to his cheek while cooing softly to him before cradling him into your arms.

“Couple of momma’s boys, these lot,” Kidd groans, shaking his head playfully as he crosses his arms. He shifts his attention back over to your four-year-old still bouncing on the bed before bending back over to your belly, “Definitely need you to be a daddy’s girl, squirt.”

A crash pulls both of your attention as your four-year-old manages to knock the bedside lamp over, sending both it and him crashing to the floor.

You sigh as Kidd rushes over to check on him, and he pops up unfazed and simply asks “What’s for lunch?!”

An audible laugh leaves your mouth as you start moving towards the door. 

“Yeah, I think you’re right. I don’t think the world could handle a fourth Eustass Kidd running around,” you tease, letting your two-year-old slide out of your grasp and run after his brother down the hall.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?!”

You smirk as Kidd whips his head around to glare at you, his brows furrowed as you reach out and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Just that I am perfectly content only having three raging redheads to run around after,” you croon, leaning up on your toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He grunts in response, his scowl shifting to a smile as the two of you saunter down the hall toward the kitchen, the sound of your two boys pestering Killer about what he made for lunch echoing down the halls.

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[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Charles leclerc x male reader

Reader has a habit if catching the eyes of guys in the paddock (his co workers specifically) and he has a tendency to get jealous and a little insecure but reader only wants him

Only you, mi amour

I don't really get the request but, I hope I made good? Sorry for the wait and sorry if it's a bit too short, just been very very very busy lately. Hope you lot understand, I will stsrt working on the other requests when I can, couldn't proof read sry. Enjoy✌️

Warning: once in a blue moon, I do fluff. :3

Hopefully anon wants fluff and not smut? I can also do smut, I think I do pretty good smuts :3

Walking around the paddock, I can't help but always feel eyes on me, and everytime I look at where the eyes are from I see almost every guy and some girls in the paddock staring at me. But they would look away trying to not make it obvious, hoping I wouldn't notice. I did notice, and not only me, also Charles, and he is not happy about it. He tends to be a little possessive which I don't mind, kinda spices the romance, specifically the bedroom.

Having said that, I heard a loud voice behind me in the ferrari garage.

"No no no, he's not single." I heard Charles basically shout at a poor engineer.

"How would you know?" The engineer shouted back.

"I already asked him." Charles responded, I made my way towards them, curious about all the shouting since people are starting to get invested as well.

"Heeeey, what's with the shouting?" I asked as I got close enough.

"Are you single?" The engineer with a slightly annoyed look.

"I already told you, he's not single." Charles said looking annoyed as well but with a hint of something else, jealousy.

"Hmm, n-no, I'm taken." I said with a nervous chuckle as I see Charles' distress.

"See, I told you." Charles said with a grumble.

"He's mine." He said under his breath but still audible to the engineer.

"Hm?" The engineer hummed questioningly as he full on looked at Charles.

"D-did you just say... he's yours, as in, y/n?" The engineer continued to ask now curious and excited.

"Ow, it's already lunch, y/n let's go get some food" Charles said as he made his way towards me and grabbing my wrist and walking away in a hurry.

"What started it?" I asked with a smile.

"He likes you." He said as the hand on my wrist in the on my waist.

"You were always easily jealous." I said with a chuckle as I ruffled his hair.

"You know, I hate it when people touch my hair." He said with a smile as he looked at me.

"I know, that's why I do it." I said leaned on his side.

"We're here." He said as he opened the door to his motor home.

"Aren't you hungry?" I asked confused.

"That was just an excuse." He said pecking me on the lips.

"Cheeky." I said as I him in for a longer kiss, passionately and a bit rough, biting his lip as he moved me backwards towards his bed and getting on top of me.

"Je t'aime." He whispered close to my lips as he pulled back, breathing heavily.

"Je t'aime aussi." I said as I looked at his green eyes, getting lost in them.

"Je t'aime, Je t'aime, Je t'aime." He kept whispering as his mouth moved to my neck, leaving kisses and a few love bites.

"I love you too, Charles." I said lowly while letting out low breathy moans, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands wrapped around my middle my hands playing with his hair.

"You need to control your jealousy, Charlie." I said as I gently run my hands through his hair and gently pulling his hair from time to time.

"I can't, I'm afraid that you'll find someone better." He said sadly as his chin rested on my chest as he looked up at me with sad eyes.

"Ow, chéri, how can I find someone better than perfect?" I asked with a gentle smile and looking him directly in his eyes and admiring his beauty, I leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Only you, mi amour."

[kenshiluvr]

Heeeey could I ask for Kenshi with an reader where on a mission reader gets badly injured please?

aaa of course!! i love writing hurt/comfort :3

shooting star

kenshi takahashi/reader

summary: you get injured protecting him.

tags: major injuries, both reader and kenshi are protective of each other, they’re in love your honour, angst, hurt/comfort, good bf! kenshi, stargazing

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“Haha, very funny.” Kenshi chuckles sarcastically after you made another bad joke. You’d been reading them to him for a whole hour, because you want to learn how to ‘out-dad-joke’ Johnny, even if neither of you had kids. You giggle, lay on his chest, scrolling through your phone. “How about this one. Two fish are in a tank. One of them turns to the other and says: ‘you know how to drive this thing?’” You giggle softly at the ridiculousness of the joke. “Little bit of army humour.” You muse, listening to Kenshi hum briefly. “Very little.” He notes, listening to your soft laugh.

Kenshi runs his fingers over your back, rubbing up and down gently. “Baby… surely we’ve gone through enough jokes by now.” He chuckles, shaking his head with amusement. “Aww, c’mon… just a few more?” You look from your phone to his, letting him kiss the bridge of your nose. “Nope. I’m not letting this continue. Unlike you, I cherish my sanity.” Kenshi laughs, carefully taking your phone from you. “Fine, fine. Spoilsport.” You shake your head, laughing a little. You and Kenshi had been dating for a little over a year now, always sticking together, everywhere he went you followed… even with his troubled past.

Kenshi appreciates you, and your bad jokes, you bring a light to his days that he was struggling to find. With the gruelling task of bringing his family’s name out of the Yakuza, of tracking down Sento… he felt any sense of normalcy slipping through his fingers like sand… but you kept him sane. You made him feel loved. “Get some sleep. I’m sure Johnny can listen to your jokes tomorrow.” He chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Alright, alright.” You smile, stealing a quick kiss.

-

Trudging through harsh conditions, you follow Kenshi as he leads the way, being guided by the item that Liu Kang had given him to help find Shang Tsung. “Do you think we’re getting close?” You ask softly, glancing at the little compass in his palm. “I believe so…” Kenshi murmurs, glancing down at it as well. “Good… I think someone’s getting restless.” You chuckle softly, glancing back at Johnny, who had been whining the whole time. Kenshi hums softly, continuing on the path the compass was guiding him on.

Finally, you all arrive at a ledge, overlooking a grizzly fight between a group of human people and Tarkatan people. “What’s going on here..?” you murmur, brows furrowing. Kenshi hums, uncertain as well. Spotting Shang Tsung, you nudge your boyfriend, pointing the man out. Shang Tsung has a Tarkatan brought over, plunging a needle into his neck, drawing bone marrow. You grimace at the sight, turning away briefly. “This is… disgusting…” you murmur, eyes moving back to see the Tarkatan break free of his restraints, ready to harm the man your group had been searching for. “Come on. We can’t let him get killed.” Kenshi doesn’t hesitate, moving down to help. “Ken, wait-“ your eyes widen, scrambling to follow.

With a scrambled fight, you, Johnny and Kung Lao manage to disperse a few Tarkatans and humans alike, with you focusing on helping the imprisoned Tarkatans out of their shackles, giving them their freedom to escape this cruelty. Most give you wary looks, but a few nod thankfully and leave. Turning around, you see Kenshi in a strong fight with the Tarkatan that Shang Tsung had recently drawn bone marrow from, immediately moving over to try and help. Kung Lao grasps your arm, stopping you from jumping in, not wanting you to get harmed. “He can handle this.” He tells you calmly, bringing you back a little. “But-“ you glance from your friend to your boyfriend, eyes full of worry. “Relax. Kenshi’s a strong fighter.”

Sighing, you focus on finding out where Shang Tsung had escaped to. A pained grunt catches your attention, and your gaze immediately snaps back to Kenshi. “Ken!” breaking free from Kung Lao’s grasp, you run to his side. The Tarkatan he’s fighting scowls at the sight of you, drawing his Tarkatan blade from his forearm. You steel yourself, more focused on Kenshi’s safety than your own. With a hard slash, the blade slices into your side as if you’re made of paper. Kenshi’s breath hitches, watching the blood spill. Your name utters from his lips as he grasps you tight, feeling you crumple onto him. Johnny jumps in, finishing the fight for the two of you as Kenshi sits up, holding you tight to his body. “Baby… shh-shhh… i’ve got you.” Your boyfriend stresses, hand pressing to your deep wound. “What the hell were you thinking?!” Kenshi scolds, eyes full of worry as he holds you tight.

“Sorry- I-I didn’t think.” You chuckle weakly, resting your head to his shoulder. You feel dizzy, a lot of blood pouring from your wound. “C’mon, doll… stay with me.” He whispers, grimacing as your blood covers his tattooed hands. “Mhh… m’sorry.” You mutter, slumped to him. “Shh… it’s okay. Save your strength.” Kenshi’s other hand strokes your back, trying to keep you awake. “Stay with me baby,” he murmurs, voice cracking a little. “I need you.” Kenshi stresses, squeezing you close. If he lost you… he wasn’t sure what he’d do.

-

“Hey…” a soft voice whispers to you, two warm palms grasping one of yours gently as you stir awake. A pained groan leaves your lips, sighing softly. “Kenshi?” You mutter, blinking blearily. “Shhh… I’m here.” Your boyfriend moves one of his hands, pressing his knuckles to your forehead. “I thought I lost you. You fainted right there, in my arms…” Kenshi whispers, leaning down to gently kiss your cheek. “Scared me, baby…” he mutters, closing his eyes as his head rests against yours. “Sorry…” you whisper, voice hoarse, fingers weakly squeezing his.

“Don’t apologise. If it weren’t for you, I probably would of been killed by that Tarkatan.” He sighs, squeezing your hand in return. You hum weakly, leaning her head to his. “How long has it been?” You mumble, noting that you’re both back at the Wu Shi academy. “Shang Tsung, is he-“ you go to sit up, but your boyfriend eases you back down onto the bed. “Shh. Don’t push yourself. It’s been dealt with.” Kenshi murmurs, stroking your cheek gently. You sigh softly through your nose, closing your eyes in pain.

“Do you need anything?” Kenshi asks softly. “Painkillers… please..?” you whisper, fingers moving up to grasp his. “Of course.” Standing up, he kisses your fingers briefly before gently putting your hand down onto the bed for you. “I’ll be right back.” Kenshi assures you, stepping out of the room. He rushes right back, pills and water in hand, carefully sitting beside you on the bed. “Here, sweetheart.” Kenshi murmurs, helping you take the painkillers; he even feeds you the water, not wanting you to strain yourself.

“Thank you,” you murmur, threading your fingers through his. With a soft sigh, you press your head to his thigh. “Ken, baby… can we go outside? I wanna get some fresh air.” You mumble, looking up at him. Kenshi smiles softly. “Of course, sunshine.” He responds, stroking your cheek lovingly. Helping you up out of bed, he’s careful of the stitches on your side, supporting you as you walk. “Nice and slow… just take it easy.” He murmurs, holding your hands gently as he helps you outside.

Finding a bench, he sits you down carefully to give your side a rest, sitting beside you. It’s late, stars out overhead. Leaning to his side, you feel Kenshi’s arm circle around your waist. “Better?” He mutters, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you rest on his shoulder. “Yeah…” you smile, eyes turning up to watch the stars that dot the inky, dark sky. Spotting a shooting star, you nudge your boyfriend, pointing it out. “Hm. Would you look at that?” Kenshi muses, smiling a little. “Did you make a wish?” He asks, looking back at you. “Yeah. But I can’t tell you now, can I? Or it won’t come true,” you giggle softly, watching it disappear from sight. “Aw, c’mon… you can trust me with that secret.” Kenshi teases, laughing softly. “Mhm. Well, I guess I can tell you.” You respond, smiling softly. “I wished that, no matter what, we stay together.” You admit. Kenshi feels his heart flutter. “Baby, you don’t even have to wish for that.” Kenshi tells you, kissing your temple lovingly. “It’s already true. I’m not going anywhere.” He smiles, pulling you a little closer.

[muiitoloko]

heeeey,i love your writing!! i was wondering if you could post something related to being pregnant/ having a baby with harry hart?? ty!! <3

Author's Notes: Thank you very much for the request!

Title: Small Steps

Summary: A glimpse into the intricate balance of the Hart family as they navigate the challenges of espionage, parenting, and the heartfelt joy of shared moments.

Pairing: Harry Hart (Kingsman) × Fem! Reader.

Warnings: discussion

Word count: 4886

As the moonlight bathed the room, your one-year-old bundle of joy, Hadrian, stirred with the night's hunger. You woke to the sound of his cries, a familiar melody of baby demands that tugged at your maternal instincts.

You began to rise, your intention clear, but Harry, ever the attentive husband and father, gently caught your wrist. His voice, still hoarse with sleep, cut through the quiet room, "I'll go get the boy, love."

You didn't argue, your trust in Harry unwavering. You nodded, and Harry slipped out of bed, his movements fluid despite the late hour. You flicked on the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow across the room as you leaned against the headboard, patiently waiting.

In a short while, Harry returned with Hadrian in his arms. The little one's cries softened as he found comfort in his father's embrace, tiny fingers clutching onto Harry's shirt. Yet, as Harry climbed onto the bed, Hadrian's curious eyes fixed on you, a silent invitation for you to join the nighttime routine.

With a tender exchange, Harry gently passed the baby into your waiting arms. Hadrian, still in the midst of sleepy fussiness, reached out for his mother. The room echoed with a mix of soft coos and comforting whispers as Harry and you coordinated the handoff.

Hadrian stayed nestled in your arms, his tiny fingers exploring the fabric of your nightgown. His adorable baby babbles filled the room, creating a sweet melody that warmed the hearts of his parents. Sensing his needs, Hadrian tugged at your nightgown, a clear signal that he was ready for his nightly feeding.

You sighed softly, your motherly instincts kicking in as you lovingly responded to Hadrian's cues. You pulled down the strap of your nightgown with practiced ease, offering your son the nourishment he sought. As Hadrian latched on, a serene calm settled over the room, interrupted only by the soft sounds of suckling.

Harry, sitting on the bed next to you, leaned back against the headboard. His gaze fixed on his son with a mixture of adoration and amusement. As Hadrian blissfully fed, Harry, ever the gentleman, couldn't resist reaching out, playing with his chubby son's little toes. The room was filled with a sense of familial warmth and contentment.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Harry addressed his mini-copy. "Well, little one, it seems you're starting to outshine your old man in the feeding department. I'm starting to get a bit jealous, you know."

You, catching Harry's playful comment, shot him a look that was a perfect blend of amusement and affection. You chuckled softly, appreciating the lightness he brought to the moment. Parenthood had its challenges, but these shared smiles made it all worthwhile.

As Hadrian continued to feed, Harry couldn't help but revel in the joy of fatherhood. He spoke to his son in a playful tone, "You're a hungry little rascal, aren't you? Taking after your mum in more ways than one, I see."

You rolled your eyes playfully at Harry's remark, your heart full of love for the two most important men in your life. The gentle rhythm of your nightly routine continued, creating a tapestry of shared moments that bound your family together.

Hadrian, in the midst of his feeding, decided that his father's playful fingers were no longer welcome entertainment. With a determined kick, he protested against the ticklish disturbance. Harry, catching on quickly to his son's discontent, chuckled and withdrew his hands, realizing the gravity of disturbing a man's sacred feeding time.

As Harry withdrew his hands, he looked down at Hadrian with a mockingly serious expression. "My apologies, little one. I shall disturb your sacred feeding time no more," he declared in a tone filled with theatrical regret.

You, catching the playful exchange, rolled your eyes with an amused smile. "Harry, really? Can't you let him eat in peace?" you scolded, though your tone held a hint of affection.

Harry, undeterred by your scolding, leaned over and cooed at Hadrian, "You see, my precious little dick blocker, you've got your father on a tight leash. No more fun for Mom and Dad, it seems."

You shot Harry a disapproving look, your eyebrows raised in a silent reprimand. "Harry, stop calling him that. It's not funny," you chided, though a small smile betrayed your amusement.

Harry, recognizing the limit of your patience, cleared his throat and shifted back to his stoic spy exterior. "Apologies, my love. I shall refrain from using that term henceforth," he declared with a mock salute.

Hadrian, oblivious to the banter, released your breast with a little giggle, seemingly amused by the exchange between his parents. His innocent laughter filled the room, and Harry couldn't help but break into a genuine smile at the sound.

You, despite your scolding, couldn't hide a small laugh at Hadrian's response. "You're quite the troublemaker, Hadrian," you remarked, gently patting the baby's back as he continued to giggle.

As you finished feeding Hadrian, you gently passed the baby to Harry, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Burp the little troublemaker, would you, love? I need a moment to compose myself," you requested, your exhaustion evident in your eyes.

Harry, ever the attentive husband and father, obediently accepted the task. He cradled Hadrian in his arms, supporting the baby's delicate head with practiced ease. Gently patting the tiny back, Harry whispered praises to his son, marveling at how the little one seemed to be getting chubbier with each passing day.

You took a moment to collect yourself, watching the tender scene between father and son. As Harry continued to burp Hadrian, you approached and checked the baby's diaper, relieved to find it clean. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your family, the exhaustion momentarily overshadowed by the love that filled the room.

Harry, his playful demeanor replaced by a more serious expression, looked at you with visible tiredness. He gently pushed you away, insisting, "Go to sleep, my love. I'll take care of putting the boy to sleep."

You tried to protest, but Harry, asserting his bossy exterior, was having none of it. He firmly instructed you to rest, his protective instincts taking charge. You finally complied, giving in to your husband's insistence.

As Harry left for the nursery with Hadrian in his arms, the room echoed with the soft lullabies he hummed to soothe the baby. The door closed behind him, leaving you alone with a mix of gratitude and fatigue. You settled into bed, allowing the sounds of Harry's comforting whispers to reach your ears.

In the nursery, Harry continued his fatherly duties. He gently laid Hadrian in the crib, tucking the little one in with a tender touch. As he stood there, gazing down at his peacefully sleeping son, a sense of fulfillment washed over him.

With a final kiss on Hadrian's forehead, Harry left the nursery, ensuring the room was dimly lit to maintain a serene atmosphere. He rejoined you in your bedroom, where you lay with eyes heavy with exhaustion.

"Sleep, my love," Harry urged, his tone gentle yet firm. "I've got everything under control. You need your rest."

You, despite your initial protests, succumbed to Harry's bossy yet caring demeanor. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift into a well-deserved slumber, knowing that your husband was watching over your precious family.

In the quiet moments that followed, Harry took on the role of the vigilant guardian, keeping a watchful eye on both your sleeping form and your peacefully dreaming son. The room embraced the tranquility of the night, a haven for a family bound by love and the unspoken understanding that each member played a crucial role in your shared journey.

Days later, the serene atmosphere that once filled the room with familial warmth was replaced by the tension of a brewing storm. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a harsh light on the kitchen where a heated argument took place.

Your frustration was palpable as you voiced your concerns, the tone of your words cutting through the air. "Harry, it feels like you're never home. Another mission? Seriously? We barely get to spend time together as a family, and now you're off again."

Harry, his face carrying a mixture of guilt and determination, defended his position. "You know the nature of my work. I'm doing this for our safety, for the future of our family. I can't just turn away from my responsibilities."

As your voices clashed, the chaos of the morning unfolded around you. Hadrian, oblivious to the tension, sat in his high chair, hands smeared with baby food as he gleefully made a mess. Harry, in an attempt to diffuse the mounting tension, multitasked by feeding Hadrian while engaging in the argument.

Eggsy, the 6-year-old bundle of energy, sat at the table, alternating between munching on his breakfast and passionately drawing on a piece of paper. At intervals, he would stand up, waving his creation in an attempt to draw your attention, but neither you nor Harry spared a moment to acknowledge him amidst your clash of words.

The clattering of dishes echoed as you, with a determined expression, washed yesterday's dirty dishes piled up from the night before. The routine chores blended with the rising tension, creating a chaotic symphony that mirrored the disarray in your emotions.

The exchange grew more heated as you continued to hurl words at each other, the atmosphere thick with tension. Meanwhile, Eggsy, desperate for attention, stood on his chair and jumped down, brandishing his drawing with excitement. "Mum, Dad, look what I made! It's for both of you!"

However, the plea for recognition fell on deaf ears as you and Harry remained locked in your verbal sparring. Their focus on the argument overshadowed the joyful innocence of your son's attempts to share his creation.

Hadrian, sensing the discord in the air, babbled incoherently, adding his own contribution to the chaotic soundtrack of the morning. The contrast between the obliviousness of the younger son and the frustration of the parents painted a vivid picture of the complex dynamics within your family.

As the argument escalated, Eggsy, feeling unheard, tried to intervene with a louder proclamation. "Mum! Dad! Look! It's important!"

You, momentarily breaking away from the heated exchange, turned to Eggsy with a forced smile. "Sweetheart, not now. Mum and Dad are talking."

Undeterred, Eggsy persisted, his enthusiasm undiminished. "But it's really cool! You'll like it, I promise!"

Harry, juggling the responsibility of feeding Hadrian and engaging in the argument, glanced briefly at Eggsy. "Not now, Eggsy. We're busy."

Eggsy's excitement turned into disappointment as he lowered his drawing, retreating to his seat. The once vibrant energy in the room was replaced by a somber air, each family member lost in their own thoughts and frustrations.

Amidst the escalating argument, Harry's patience wore thin when Hadrian, in an innocent act of rebellion, decided to use his breakfast as a makeshift art supply. A glob of baby food landed squarely on Harry's impeccably white shirt, prompting a light but audible swear from the frustrated father.

You, hearing the swear, instantly snapped at Harry, your voice reaching a new pitch. "Harry! Watch your language! Not in front of the kids!"

Harry, his own frustration mounting, retorted sharply, "Oh, for heaven's sake! It's just a word."

The exchange grew more heated as you continued to hurl words at each other, the atmosphere thick with tension. Meanwhile, Eggsy, determined to reclaim your attention, seized the opportunity. He stood on the chair and jumped, creating a commotion to shake you from your argument.

Eggsy's attempt to draw your focus took an unexpected turn as he lost his balance on the chair. The room fell silent for a split second as the chair teetered, threatening to send Eggsy toppling backward.

In an instant, Harry's reflexes kicked in. He reached across the table, lightning-fast, and grabbed the collar of Eggsy's dinosaur pajamas. The sudden shift halted Eggsy's fall, leaving him hanging mid-air, his wide eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and relief.

Simultaneously, you, dropping the dishes you were washing, rushed to stabilize the chair. You straightened it with urgency, your eyes filled with concern for your son's safety.

Harry, holding Eggsy securely, shot you an irritable look. "Bloody hell! Can't you keep an eye on him?"

You, your worry turning into irritation, retorted, "Maybe if you were more present, I wouldn't have to watch them on my own!"

Before your argument could escalate further, Eggsy, sensing the tension between his parents, decided to intervene. "Mum, Dad, stop fighting! Please!" he pleaded, his voice a mix of desperation and sadness.

His tearful plea caught both Harry and you off guard. Harry reluctantly let go of Eggsy, allowing him to land safely back on the chair. As Eggsy started to cry, he begged his parents to stop arguing. "Just stop, please! I don't like it when you fight," he sobbed.

Harry sighed, his stern expression softening as he reached out to comfort his older son. You, realizing the impact of your argument on Eggsy, hurriedly joined in to console him. The room echoed with the sound of Eggsy's cries, a heartbreaking reminder of the toll your disagreements took on your children.

However, your attempts to calm Eggsy were in vain, as the distress had already spread to the youngest member of the family. Hadrian, sensing the emotional turmoil, began to cry in his high chair. The once chaotic room now filled with the sounds of both children's tears, amplifying the weight of the situation.

Harry, feeling a pang of guilt, gently handed Eggsy over to you. He then sighed and went to pick up Hadrian from his high chair, cradling the baby in his arms. The weight of responsibility and the realization of your impact on your children weighed heavily on both parents.

Harry expertly calmed the cries of Hadrian, gently rocking him in his arms, while you held Eggsy close, offering soothing words to ease his distress.

As the tension in the room began to subside, Eggsy, with tear-streaked cheeks, looked up at you and Harry with skepticism. "Promise you won't fight anymore, Mum and Dad," he demanded, his voice a mix of vulnerability and determination.

Harry, exchanging a knowing glance with you, nodded sincerely. "We promise, Eggsy. No more fighting. Mum and Dad are going to work together to make everything better."

However, Eggsy wasn't easily convinced. He crossed his arms and furrowed his brow, his demand clear. "Make up properly, then. Hug and say sorry. That's what you taught me, right?"

You and Harry exchanged a silent understanding. You knew Eggsy was right, and you needed to demonstrate the same conflict resolution you had taught your son.

Following Eggsy's guidance, you stood up and faced each other. With Hadrian still cradled in Harry's arms, you shared a heartfelt hug. You, his eyes filled with regret, whispered an apology to you, acknowledging that he shouldn't have yelled.

Harry, equally remorseful, admitted his fault as well. "I'll try my best not to take on such long missions, love. Family comes first."

Eggsy, satisfied with the display of affection, grinned mischievously. "Now say sorry with a kiss!" he declared, making a dramatic gagging sound.

Harry and you chuckled at Eggsy's playful antics but complied with his request. You shared a tender kiss, ignoring Eggsy's exaggerated protests. Meanwhile, Hadrian, still in Harry's arms, grabbed a handful of your locks and pulled, adding a touch of baby chaos to the moment.

As you and Harry separated from the kiss, Harry looked down at Hadrian and remarked with a playful smirk, "Looks like Hadrian has strong opinions about our make-up kisses."

You struggled with Hadrian's grip, attempting to free your hair from his strong little hands. Harry, being the attentive father he was, stepped in to help, gently prying Hadrian's fingers from the tangled locks. Hadrian, however, protested with a slight whimper, not entirely pleased with having to let go of his newfound toy.

Seeing the potential for a full-blown baby meltdown, Harry quickly improvised. He reached for Eggsy's drawing, strategically placed on the table, and presented it to Hadrian with a flourish. The colorful creation instantly captured the baby's attention, diverting him from his previous hair-pulling mission.

As Hadrian was captivated by the vibrant drawing, Eggsy, possessive of his artistic creation, voiced his concern, "Oi, Dad! Hadrian's gonna ruin it with his baby hands! Give it back before he messes it up!"

Harry, still holding the drawing out of Hadrian's reach, chuckled at Eggsy's protective nature. "Alright, alright, Eggsy. Here's your masterpiece back, safe and sound." He handed the drawing to Eggsy, who cradled it carefully, ensuring it remained unscathed.

However, as Harry gave the drawing to Eggsy, Hadrian, determined to explore the fascinating piece of paper, stretched out his chubby hands, attempting to snatch the artwork. Eggsy, noticing his little brother's advances, protested loudly, "No, Hadrian! Bad baby! This is mine!"

You intervened with a gentle laugh. "Come on, Gary. Let Hadrian have a look. He's just curious." You carefully reached over to take the drawing, intending to show it to the curious baby.

Yet, as you reached for the drawing, Hadrian's protests grew louder. Unwilling to part with your newfound treasure, Eggsy held onto the drawing with determination. "No, Mum! It's mine! Hadrian can't have it!"

Amused by the sibling drama unfolding, Harry decided to diffuse the situation. "Eggsy, let your little brother have a peek. We can't deny him the joy of appreciating your art."

Reluctantly, Eggsy relinquished the drawing, but not without giving Hadrian a stern warning, "Okay, but just a look, Hadrian. Don't mess it up!" Eggsy carefully handed the drawing to you, who allowed Hadrian to inspect it under your watchful eye.

Meanwhile, you, now holding Hadrian, noticed the baby's fascination with the drawing. You couldn't help but smile at the innocence of your children, each displaying their unique quirks and possessiveness.

As the drawing exploration continued, you glanced at Harry, who was still standing nearby. You noticed the baby food stains on his shirt, evidence of Hadrian's artistic adventure with his breakfast. "Harry, go change your shirt before you're late for work," you suggested, your tone a mix of amusement and practicality.

Harry nodded, acknowledging the need to present a more professional appearance for his work. "Right you are, love." He exchanged a brief yet affectionate kiss with you before heading upstairs to change.

In the bedroom, Harry quickly discarded his soiled shirt into the laundry basket and grabbed a fresh one. He efficiently changed, ensuring his gun holsters were securely in place. The routine of a spy, seamlessly blending with the duties of a husband and parent.

Once his shirt was changed, Harry picked up his jacket, left carelessly on the kitchen chair. He looked at you, who were still managing the chaos at the table. "I'll see you later, love. And you, little troublemakers, behave for Mum."

With one last loving glance, Harry headed towards the door, ready to face the challenges of both the espionage world and family life. As he stepped outside, the door closed behind him, leaving you to manage the lively breakfast scene.

Eggsy, concerned by the prospect of his parent being away for an extended period, turned to you with wide eyes. "Mum, is Daddy gonna be gone for a long time this time?"

You, maintaining the facade of normalcy, smiled reassuringly. "Oh no, sweetheart. Not too long. Daddy's got an important suit to make for a very important event. He'll be back before you know it."

Eggsy, accepting your explanation, nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, Mum. If it's important, then I guess it's okay."

With a determined look, he straightened up in his chair, a newfound sense of responsibility settling on his young shoulders. "Well, if Dad's gonna be away, then I'm the man of the home now. I'll keep everything in order until they arrive."

You couldn't help but smile at Eggsy's earnest declaration. "That's very thoughtful of you, Eggsy. You're a great big brother and a wonderful helper."

As Eggsy beamed with pride at the praise, he continued to take his role seriously, making sure his little brother, Hadrian, was content and the breakfast chaos was under control. You, grateful for Eggsy's mature outlook, focused on feeding Hadrian, enjoying the support of your eldest in managing the bustling household.

The morning continued with a blend of familial warmth and the subtle undercurrent of secrets hidden from Eggsy. He remained blissfully unaware of his father's true identity as a spy, believing him to be a simple tailor. You and Harry had made the decision to keep this information from Eggsy until they were old enough to handle the truth.

As Eggsy assumed the responsibility of the man of the home, you admired their sense of determination and the genuine care they showed for the family. The charade continued seamlessly, allowing Eggsy to maintain his innocence and live a childhood untainted by the shadows of espionage.

Three days later, Harry found themselves getting into the Kingsman taxi, the familiar comfort of the tailored suit contrasting with the tense atmosphere that often accompanied their return from a mission. As the sleek vehicle navigated through the city streets, Harry activated their Kingsman glasses, the digital interface lighting up before their eyes.

With a few swift taps, they dialed your cell phone. The device rang a few times before your voice filled the earpiece, "Hello?"

"Hello, love," Harry greeted, relief evident in their voice.

"Harry! Is everything alright? Are you well?" Your concern echoed through the connection.

Harry reassured you, "I'm perfectly fine, my dear. Just a few bumps and bruises, nothing serious."

A sigh of relief escaped your lips. "Thank goodness. I always worry when you're away."

"I appreciate your concern, my love. I'm on my way home now," Harry assured you, his voice carrying a warmth that only heightened when he thought about reuniting with you.

Your tone shifted to one of excitement, "Oh, that's wonderful news! The children will be thrilled to have you back."

Harry couldn't help but smile, "How are they, by the way?"

"Eggsy is at school now, but Hadrian is playing on the living room floor. He's been talking a lot lately," you shared, a hint of pride in your voice.

"That's fantastic to hear. I've been missing their voices," Harry admitted, his eagerness evident.

As if on cue, you encouraged Hadrian to talk with Dad. The babbling and giggles of their youngest son filled the line, and Harry's heart swelled with joy. Hadrian's attempts at forming sentences were becoming more coherent, and the sound of his little voice was a soothing melody.

Your voice returned, "He's been practicing. I think he's excited to talk to you."

Harry felt a warmth in their chest as he responded, "I can't wait to hear him."

Hadrian's adorable voice came through the line, "Dad! Dada!"

Harry couldn't help but grin. "Hey there, Hadrian! How's my little man doing?"

Hadrian's babble continued, a mixture of excitement and incoherent words. The proud parent couldn't help but imagine his son's playful expressions as he spoke.

Your voice returned, "He's really getting the hang of it. He's been calling for you all morning."

"I'll be home soon, little one," Harry promised, the anticipation evident in his voice.

You asked, "Are you almost here?"

Harry glanced out the window and responded, "Just a few blocks away. I can't wait to see you all."

The conversation continued as Harry shared his plans, "I've also got something special for you, love. A box of German chocolates. Thought I'd bring a little piece of Germany back with me."

Your gratitude came through the phone, "Oh, Harry, that's sweet of you. Thank you. The kids and I will enjoy them."

As the taxi approached their home, Harry announced, "I'm about to pull in. Get ready for a surprise."

"Can't wait," you replied, excitement evident in your voice.

A few minutes later, the Kingsman taxi came to a stop, and Harry entered the house with a bouquet of flowers and the box of German chocolates in hand. The living room welcomed him with the sounds of laughter and playful chatter. Hadrian, upon spotting his father, let out a squeal of delight, reaching out to be picked up.

You welcomed him with a kiss, your eyes sparkling with joy as you accepted the flowers and chocolates. Harry couldn't resist pulling you close, savoring the warmth of your embrace. Ignoring Hadrian's persistent calls for his daddy, Harry deepened the kiss, momentarily losing himself in the reunion.

Breaking the kiss, Harry murmured against your lips, "I missed you, love."

You whispered back, "I missed you too, Harry."

Hadrian's excited shouts interrupted your tender moment, pulling your attention to the living room floor. There, you witnessed a heartwarming sight—Hadrian, standing on unsteady legs, attempting to take his first independent steps towards his father.

Your eyes welled up with tears of joy as you exclaimed, "Harry, look! Hadrian's walking!"

Harry, equally surprised and overjoyed, activated the camera on his glasses to capture the precious moment. Crouching down, he opened his arms wide, ready to welcome his little one.

Hadrian, determined and wobbly, took one step, then another, his tiny hands reaching out towards his father. You, unable to contain your emotions, cried happy tears, proud of your son's milestone.

Wiping away tears, you whispered to Harry, "Our little man is growing up so fast."

Harry grinned, a mixture of pride and tenderness in his eyes. "Indeed, love. It seems he saved this special moment just for my return."

As Hadrian reached Harry, the delighted father scooped him up into his arms, showering him with kisses. Hadrian giggled with infectious joy, clearly pleased with his newfound walking abilities and the attention from his father.

You, joining the embrace, hugged both Harry and Hadrian, creating a cocoon of familial love. The room echoed with laughter, the sweet melody of your family bonding overpowering any traces of the morning's chaos.

In the midst of the joyous reunion, Harry couldn't help but express his overwhelming emotions. "I can't believe I almost missed this," he murmured to you, his voice filled with gratitude and love.

You, understanding the nature of Harry's work, whispered back, "But you didn't, Harry. You're here now, and that's what matters."

You shared a tender moment, savoring the completeness of your family. Hadrian, still cradled in his father's arms, babbled happily, oblivious to the significance of his achievement.

As the family settled into the warmth of the reunion, Harry couldn't help but feel a profound sense of fulfillment. The unpredictability of his dual life as a spy and a family man often presented challenges, but moments like these made it all worthwhile.

You, still overwhelmed with joy, exclaimed, "Harry, we should've recorded this moment so Eggsy could see his little brother taking his first steps!"

Harry, with a knowing smile, revealed, "Don't worry, love. I recorded it with my glasses." He tapped on the side of his Kingsman glasses, to indicate that he recorded with them.

You, grateful for Harry's attention to detail, set the flowers and chocolate aside. You cupped his face, giving him a strong and affectionate kiss. In that intimate moment, you conveyed how much you cherished this detail-oriented man who made an effort to capture and share the special moments in your family's life.

Breaking the kiss, you glanced at the watch on Harry's wrist, realizing it was almost time to pick up Eggsy from school. You took the flowers and chocolate, saying, "I'll keep these safe. I have to pick up Eggsy from school."

However, Harry, wanting to be as close to your family as possible, offered, "I'll come with you, love. I want to share in the joy of bringing our eldest home."

You, appreciating Harry's eagerness to be part of the family moments, agreed with a smile. They left the flowers and chocolate on the table, hand in hand, ready to pick up Eggsy and continue your day as a complete and loving family.

And so, with Hadrian in Harry's arms and the promise of reuniting with Eggsy, you walked out together, your steps in sync, embracing the warmth of the family bond that transcended the complexities of Harry's spy life. The flowers and chocolate, symbols of love and thoughtfulness, waited patiently on the table for your return, a testament to the simple yet profound joys that enriched your lives.

[chuuyasheaven]

Heeeey!! May i request 2 and 11 with Fyodor? <33

Prompt/Number: 2: “Let me show you how much i love you.” / 11: “You're mine and I'm only yours, got it?”

Summary: Fyodor wants to make sure that you're aware of his love for you. <3

Warnings: Dom!Fyodor, ooc!Fyodor, Sub!Fem!Reader, Vaginal Sex, hickeys, typos, slight Jealousy, Petnames, mentions of Nikolai, etc.

Notes (from me): I WROTE FOR HIM ONCE AND I STILL CAN'T CATCH HIS CHARACTER DAMMIT. BUT I'LL TRY AGAIN!! ENJOYY!!! <3

“Hello, dear. Can we talk?”, Fyodor claims whilst he walks into the bedroom.

You sat up and Fyodor sat down.

Fyodor was really busy in the moment, so you’re glad that he’s here with you right now.

“I’ve heard you missed me lately, is that right?”, he asked you, even though it was a rhetorical question.

“Of course i missed you, Fedya! I was pretty lonely here.”, you stated.

“I wouldn’t say lonely, I’ve heard from Nikolai that he visited you often for company.”, that’s true, Nikolai and you spent a lot of time lately.

“Oh, yeah we did! It was fun actually.”, Fyodor looked at you before responding.

“Well, mind telling what exactly you two did?”, you didn’t get why he asked you all this, but you still answered.

“I don’t remember, but we didn’t do anything out of boundaries, Fedya. Are you jealous?”, it was rare that Fyodor was jealous.

He just leaned forwards to grab your chin and Kiss you.

Slightly surprised, you still gave into the kiss, deepening it.

Letting go, Fyodor answered your question.

“What if i was? As long you didn’t do anything, it’s fine. I just missed you, dear.”, now he was smirking, it sent butterflies straight to your gut.

“I-i missed you too, Fyodor..”, how were you already out of breath? He just kissed you. (Skill issue fr)

“You seem desperate, darling. Do you desire me?”, Fyodor was right, you were desperate, for him.

Nodding, Fyodor lets out a chuckle before getting onto bed to grab your waist.

Therefore, he kissed you again, slowly shifting on top of you. He still held your waist firmly with his hands, one of his hands find yours to pin them against the headboard.

“Let me show you how much i love you, princess. I’m gonna make sure you’ll be aware of my undying love at the end of tonight.”, he claimed, you felt his knee press up against your cunt.

Fyodor’s kisses, which soon turned into gentle bites, wandered down to your collarbone.

Your whimpers made everything better too.

Now he’s taking off your panties, throwing them somewhere on the ground.

Fyodor looked at you before asking you for a flavor.

“Dear, would you mind undoing my belt for me?”, you wouldn’t actually! That’s why you did it right away. Now his boxers were joining your panties on the floor.

Finally, his cock was in front of it’s home, your warm walls.

Entering them, you felt more euphoria that ever. Fyodor immediately started thrusting, not that you minded it anyway.

“F-fuck, Fedya! F-feels good..don’t stop!”, you moaned, this motivated Fyodor even more.

“I w-won’t, darling..say, i hope you’re aware that- oh my..you’re mine, and I’m yours, g-got it?”, you listened, yes, but the bliss was too much.

“Y-yes! O-oh..fuck! Right t-there, Fedya!”, Fyodor picked up on what you meant and kept hitting the spot repeatedly.

A few times more, and you both orgasmed.

Fyodor collapsed beside you, breathing heavily, like you.

“I missed you, Fedya. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, dear.”

Istg the end was rushed- and i probably fucked up Fyodor’s character again. 💀

[sunshineshobi18]

You Don't Look At Me (part 3)

words: 5.2k pairing: Joel x female!OC, Ellie x female!OC cw: strong languge, angst, violence, I might be forgetting stuff summary: Finally settled in Jackson with her new "family" things seem to go well enough until all crumbles.

note: thank you for your patience. Updates are coming much slower than I like, but I'm just really busy with school lately. I'm sorry for the long wait.

(prologue) (part 1) (part 2)

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“Mornin’ sweetheart,” Julia said with a bright smile on her face as Lori sat herself down at the table in the kitchen. Lori smiled tiredly at her, still not being used to such a bright and bubbly personality around her. It was nice though and Lori accepted the change with an open mind.

Julia turned to the counter for a second before facing Lori again and placing a plate full of food in front of the girl. She snickered, seeing Lori’s face immediately brighten at the sight of eggs, bacon and some fresh baked bread buns. “Fresh baked bread?” Lori’s voice jumped an octave and her wide eyes snapped between Julia and Robert, who both chuckled. “This is fucking amazing—”

Instantly, the room filled with tension as Lori slapped her hand in front of her mouth. Robert bit his lip, feeling out the air and waiting for someone else to speak up first. It was Julia who spoke first after letting out a disappointed—nearly overexaggerated—sigh. “It’s okay,” she said with a throw of her hands. It was like she was telling it herself more than she was telling Lori. “I get it. You spent too much time with that grumpy man and that potty mouthed daughter of his.” Lori felt her hands clam up, but she said nothing, only nodded her head as her gaze fixed on her breakfast. “I’ll let it slide, but just mind your language.”

“Yes.” Ma’m, she had wanted to say. It was not the first time Julia had been visibly affected by Lori’s way of talking or doing, but it was the first time Lori had been actually scolded by the older woman. The usual light hearted and happy nature of the woman was pretty much indiscernible. Instead, Julia held a fake smile, with clear distaste behind it.

Robert chuckled awkwardly, “eat, Lori.” He nodded towards her food and walked around the table to his wife—quickly giving Lori’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. The couple then disappeared into the study slash office room and all Lori could hear was muffled conversation.

-

“Heeeey.” Lori hadn’t the time to look to the side before she felt someone sitting next to her. “So how’s Mrs. and Mr. perfect treating you?”

“What are you doing here?”

The person shifted awkwardly in their spot and Lori couldn’t help but curse herself. She knew that they had noticed the unusual quiver in her voice. “Are you— I— You told me you’d teach me how to solve these one day?” It sounded more like a question than it should have.

Lori watched Ellie’s finger come into her view as she pointed at the book of sudokus in front of her.

“Right…” Lori’s voice trailed and Ellie couldn’t help, but notice how off Lori seemed.

“I didn’t want to ask, but you got me worried.” Ellie chuckled hesitantly and Lori looked up to match her gaze. “Are you okay? I thought you felt happy with Julia and Robert.”

Lori nodded, expertly spinning her pencil between her fingers. “No, they’re great. I like it there a lot.”

Ellie grimaced at Lori’s unconvincing tone. “You sure?”

“I shouldn’t be spending time with you.”

Ellie seemed to take great offence to that statement. “Why? Did your new little family tell you that?” The amount of venom that laced that word. Family. Lori could feel a chill running down her spine, knowing she wouldn’t be able to forget the way Ellie said that word for the coming days at the least.

“They may have, but it’s me who thinks I shouldn’t be talking to you.”

In a split second, Ellie’s anger and defensiveness died. Her shoulder slumped and her face fell into a frown. “Why would you think that?” Despite the sadness, Ellie’s words still were harsh and pointed.

“I don’t think I ever liked you,” Lori stated, forgoing the chance to look at Ellie’s reaction by staring out to the people at the workshop just across where she and Ellie were sitting—at a table outside one of the meeting spaces of Jackson. “I hated you and then you became the reason I hate Joel, but luckily for you I’m sure I hate Joel more than you.”

Ellie’s mouth opened and closed for a few seconds before she ultimately decided against saying anything. She stood up with a loud and clear huff before childishly taking Lori’s book and harshly sliding it off the table. It snatched on some of the splintering wood, causing some tears in the pages. It then fell into a puddle of mud rendering the book likely unsalvageable. She then stormed off.

Lori was confident saying what she said, but rather unconfident in the truth of what she said.

-

Don’t come in here, Lori thought as she heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. Don’t come in here, she thought when the footsteps stopped before they walked down the hallway and the sound grew louder. Don’t come in here, she continued to think even when the doorknob of her room turned—she still couldn’t believe she had her own room—and the door opened. Don’t come in here, she wanted to say as she noticed Robert’s figure in the doorframe.

“What happened here?” His voice was soft. Robert held the dirty and teared puzzle book in the air by a corner of its cover. He turned his head, rather than the book itself to examine it.

“I dropped it in the mud earlier,” Lori whispered. “It’s fine, I finished them all already.”

Robert chuckled and carefully tossed the book into a bin—it was actually just an empty box that served as a bin. “I don’t think I have any other left. I can make you some myself, but that’ll take a while. Or I’ll just check the trading post next time, but—”

“It’s fine, I don’t want to do any more sudokus for a while.” It wasn’t a lie. Lori had felt like the sudokus were just a way of adults wanting to keep her busy so she wouldn’t be up in their business, or perhaps so they didn’t have to pay attention, for a while now. She just didn’t say anything because for this whole time, she genuinely enjoyed solving those puzzles. Now, however, she didn’t want to see any number in general. They were giving her headaches.

Robert’s smile fell and he sat down on the edge of Lori’s bed. “I thought you loved them?”

“I hate them.” It felt so easy to use that word now. Hate didn’t seem to have the same connotation to Lori as it had to other people. “I mean I’m sick of them.”

Robert nodded before asking Lori to move over a little. Once she did, he sat down next to her with his back against the headrest. “About this morning—”

“It’s okay. I understand. I’m living under your roof and I get that you wouldn’t want a teenager cursing every five seconds. It just slipped because I was excited.”

A soft hum came from the man and Lori brushed her hair to the front so Robert couldn’t see her face reddened by shame. “Kevin just never swore—”

“Your son?” Lori wasn’t asking actually and it was that moment Robert realised what he had said. “He seems so great with all the stories you’ve told me about him. Never swore, really smart, strong and helped out in the house, the neighbours loved him, handsome—”

“He was also stubborn.”

“Stubborn… I guess that’s what me and Kevin have in common,” Lori whispered. “Pretty hard standard to live up to,” she added in a chuckle.

A deep sigh sounded through the room as Robert let his body sink into the bed further. He turned his head to Lori. There was a soft yet careful look on his face. “You don’t have to live up to anyone, Lori. I shouldn’t have brought him up, but that’s why Julia reacted the way she did. She isn’t too fond of that kind of language and Kevin was raised that way.”

Lori nodded, but didn’t say anything. And then suddenly she felt a comforting warmth engulf her. Robert had placed his arm around her shoulders and with his right hand on her upper arm, he pulled her closer into his side. “I’m sorry, Lori. I’m sorry that happened, but Julia still cares so much. She just isn’t used to a tough girl like you.” There was a slight chuckle in his speech and although it was to comfort her, Lori didn’t know if it was achieving that goal.

“I guess so,” she whispered in response.

Robert patted Lori’s arm a few times before getting up and leaving her to “get some rest” in her room, alone.

-

The warmth of spring and summer passed in an instant and the cool air that accompanied mid-autumn chilled every house. The weather wasn’t the only thing that had grown cold over the months for Lori. Her relationships had developed in a rather similar way.

Ellie had continued to try and converse with Lori since that infamous exchange they had, but Lori hadn’t been all that welcoming to her. Eventually, Ellie stopped approaching her and by the time autumn fell, Lori hadn’t spoken to Ellie in at least a month.

Another relationship that had progressed similarly was her relationship with Tommy. Maria as well. They had barely spoken ever since Lori went to live with Robert and Julia. It was less surprising to Lori, though, since Tommy and Maria didn’t know Lori as long or in the same way Ellie did—although it sometimes felt that way. What did surprise Lori was that it felt like they went from being acquaintances to strangers and perhaps even had some bad blood. Whenever Lori went out and saw Tommy or Maria, they barely batted an eye at her and when they spotted her, Lori could’ve sworn that they turned away each time they locked eyes with her.

The most unexpected of such changes was her relationship with the woman who had taken her in. Julia did not like Lori. Lori just knew. She felt like she had to walk on eggshells the whole time she was in the house with Julia and so Lori had pretty much retreated into her room. She spent the most of her time either there or outside, though with the colder weather Lori didn’t have much things to do or warm places to go outside the house. She even went to the dining hall as much as possible to eat, since she would rather eat alone than sit through quiet and tense meals with Julia.

Lori felt like she was in no different situation than when she stayed at Tommy’s before, but it felt even worse now. Julia was rather cold towards her, while Tommy and Maria hadn’t been anything but welcoming. Sure they weren’t all overly sweet and familial, but Tommy and Maria were nice and they talked to her. Julia seemed like she’d do everything rather than talk to Lori if she could avoid doing so.

And then Julia blew her fuse.

The night it happened everything went downhill. Lori had just been roaming the empty house, bored by her lonesomeness, when she came upon something she had never seen before. A framed picture of a younger Robert and Julia along with a young kid—probably in his early teens—was displayed on a shelf in an unused room of the house. The boy was good looking. A perfect mixture of the best attributes of his parents. Lori knew why Robert and Julia never failed to boast about their son. Kevin had seemed like the kind, intelligent and just perfect son from what his parents had told Lori, but upon seeing that picture, she also knew he was handsome too.

Unconsciously, Lori traced her fingers along the textured frame around the picture. It had to have been dated pre- or early outbreak. The family seemed happy. A perfect family. Something the young girl had never experienced, or at least not in her memory.

The frame was held only loosely between her fingers as she was about to set it back, but then, suddenly, the door behind her opened. The heavy door stopped mid swing as it hit Lori’s back, causing the girl to lose her grip on the frame and it fell down on the floor. The glass of the frame shattered into what felt like a million tiny pieces and Lori felt like she heard each one of them scatter against the rough wooden floors before she heard the high pitched screaming behind her.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?”

Lori barely had any time to turn around before Julia yanked her to the side by her arm. The woman’s thin pointy fingers left small red marks through Lori’s long sleeve shirt.

“My baby—” she sobbed as she fell to her knees next to the broken picture frame. Surely, the pieces of glass had pierced the skin of her knees and legs, but neither Julia or Lori had the time to think about that in the midst of the situation. “You witch!”

Lori had been called many names before, but “witch” was a first. It wasn’t the word that shocked her, but the anger and hatred in Julia’s voice as she said it. “See what you did!” She pointed at the broken frame. “You did this on purpose!”

Lori tried to protest, to say it was an accident, but she wasn’t fast enough. Julia was already yelling again. “You’re ruining my family! You’re trying to tear us apart! You’ll never replace Kevin!”

She kept yelling out those nonsense statements, but Lori knew she believed them. She knew Julia thought that Lori really was trying to tear her family apart. What Julia didn’t know was that Lori already knew her place in this house. She’d never be a daughter to these people, but she had wanted it. She had prayed for it, but she knew it never would be.

Instead of running away, out of the house, Lori ran into her room. She didn’t know how much longer it would be her room for, so she wanted to bask in that warmth for as long as possible. She hid under her blanket as if hiding from Julia and Robert, who she knew wouldn’t be checking in with her anyway. The warmth she had expected to accompany her was not there. Lori fell asleep shivering from cold— no, from the fear of being inevitably kicked out the house and once again being alone, without anyone who cared about her.

-

Joel clicked his tongue in annoyance as he tried to ignore the looming presence behind him. He placed his lips on the edge of his glass of whiskey before downing it in one go. He wished the alcohol would distract him. It didn’t.

With a sigh, Joel sluggishly turned his body in his chair to face the bar. He leaned against the surface with his arms before turning his head slightly to the right. “What?” he grumbled with a roll of his eyes.

A tired, yet nervous laugh pierced Joel’s ears. No, the laugh wasn’t loud, but Joel found it truly unpleasant. “Hey,” the man next to Joel said in an exhale. It was as if he wanted to reason with him. “I guess we have more in common than I first thought.” Joel’s first instinct was to shut him up, yell at him or even just throw up at the thought of him and this man being similar. “Or more than I could wish.” He was speaking to himself now.

“If you don’t have anything coherent to say, then get lost.” Joel’s voice was gruff. No louder than it had been when he addressed the man the first time.

“I don’t know how you were able to take care of that girl for so long,” the man laughed again and Joel felt his stomach churn. Joel didn’t know what he was talking about, but Joel felt that anything that would leave his mouth right now wouldn’t be good. “Lori is impossible,” Robert sighed.

“What are you talking about?”

Robert eyed Joel before shaking his head a few times. “I get why you abandoned her. She’s more than a handful. You know this. I’m surprised you act like this is news.”

Ignoring the jab at him, Joel’s grip on his glass tightened and more questions than answers came to him. “Something happened?”

At his question, Joel noticed a moment of clarity in Robert’s eyes before they became hooded once more. Joel cursed himself knowing that his sudden eagerness to talk, to know what was happening, shut Robert up completely. The scrawnier of the two waved Joel off causing the latter to stand up suddenly and tower over him.

“Joel!” It was Tommy who yelled out for him before waving him over. Joel reluctantly left his glass on the bar, cursing Robert out with his eyes before turning to his brother.

“I thought he’d take care of her?”

Tommy eyed his brother with confused eyes. “What are you talking about?”

It was clear that Tommy didn’t know anything about Lori anymore. Once Robert had taken her in, Tommy pretty much stopped talking to her. All Tommy did was track that his easily aggravated brother was standing over a weaker man who he didn’t like with a clenched fist. He was preventing a bar fight. There was nothing more to it.

“Never mind.” Joel pushed past his brother and left the building.

-

It had been pretty much a full day since the picture incident when Lori was silently navigating the living room. Her eyes were set on the door leading up to Robert’s “office”. It was just a room with a desk and some papers and books. A place where he could prepare some classes for his students. It really was an office, but Lori knew that people pre-outbreak would probably laugh if they saw this “office” of Robert.

Coming up to the door, Lori stopped herself from barging in. She took a few deep breaths, calming her furiously beating heart before knocking on the door softly. She waited for an answer, which did come, in the form of a quiet hum.

The door was heavier than any other door in the house and this wasn’t because Lori was filled with anxiety at the moment. She had made this observation months ago, but yes, at this moment, the door felt heavier than normal.

Once inside she stood next to Robert’s desk. He was facing the wall across the door, his back was towards her at first. Lori stepped in a bit further until she was next to him, though still a little behind him. Not being able to see his face straight on or even from the side—even in this dimly lit room—made Lori feel a bit more in charge of her nerves. Her hands were behind her back, one of them holding something for Robert.

“What are you doing here?” Robert broke the silence first, which is what Lori wanted, but it made her jump. His voice was a lot more rough, cold and distant than she remembered. Even when he came home from long, tiring days at work, there was usually a little lilt in the way he talked. “It’s late, go to bed.”

“I got you this,” Lori whispered. She stretched out her arm, presenting Robert with a rather nice picture frame. “I traded for it earlier—”

“What’s this?” he interrupted her with a clear annoyed tone.

Lori spluttered to fight the surprise and find her words again. “I’m sorry I broke your picture with Ke—”

“DO NOT DARE SAY HIS NAME!” Lori immediately cowered at the sudden rise of Robert’s voice. He never screamed. Not like this. “And do you know what else you broke? Huh? Do you?” he continued to yell as he asked her these questions. Lori shook her head frantically.

“You broke my family! MY family!” At that point, Robert had already stood up and was closing in the gap between him and Lori, driving the young girl toward the wall behind her. He snatched the picture frame out of her hands. “And you know what?” Lori shook her head again, scared that not responding to him would be worse. “You are not part of my family!”

Pieces of glass fell to the floor before either of them had registered what had happened. Lori watched in horror as the side of her face felt numb. Warm blood started to trickle down her temple and down to her cheek. Her eyes looked at Robert’s hand that was holding the picture frame before. It was still there. Partly. Only two of the four sides of the wooden frame were still intact and in his grasp, the remainder of it was scattered on the floor in pieces. Lori looked up at Robert’s face, wishing she’d see any kind of remorse for his actions, but there was only anger. Not long after, Robert hit her a second time with the now broken frame.

Lori fell to the floor, holding her hands up to shield her face. “S-sorry,” she sobbed incoherently. Scared. Terrified. However, Robert couldn’t hear her, or he was ignoring her pleas on purpose.

“You fucking bitch!” he yelled as he kicked her angrily in her side. “You’ve ruined my whole family!”

Lori tried to push the man away. She was able to grip his leg and push it away, but it only made him drop to his knees and punch her on the side of her face. “Nobody fucking wants you! Not Joel! Not Tommy!” He was punching her after each name, though he was mostly missing her and there was no real strength behind his punches. “And definitely not me!”

Robert was sobbing when Julia ran into the room. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and comforted him as if he was just the victim of an attack. “Get out.” Robbert had tried to sob, but it was Julia who had hissed those words at Lori.

The girl didn’t need to be told twice. She pushed herself up, not even feeling the tiny pieces of glass underneath her palm piercing her skin, and limped out of the room. Luckily Lori had left her backpack with her most important stuff on the living room floor so she could leave immediately. She somehow had a feeling this was how the night was going to end.

–

Something was off. Joel could just sense it.

As he walked home from his patrol shift he decided to make a quick stop along the way. It was actually his own body that led him to this place unconsciously, but as he stood there and clocked where he was, he felt determined. His heavy fist knocked on the door that almost fully swung open by itself. Joel grabbed the doorknob, stopping the door from opening and waited until the homeowners came and answered themselves.

The whole time during patrol, Joel kept thinking back about what Robert had said the night before at the bar. Robert loved Lori. That’s how Joel knew him. He was the man that took the place Joel wanted to be in. Well, needed to be in. In the months after his last conversation with Lori he slowly came to terms that he had created a distance between himself and Lori. He did want to care for her, but he wasn’t ready to fight all his demons that prevented him from doing so.

It all came so easy with Ellie. Maybe because they were so similar. Still, Joel wondered why he had such a hard time connecting and opening up to Lori. It was probably because Lori was too much like Tess. Possibly—and this was the hardest thing he had to come to terms with—before Lori had turned all stoic—because of Joel—Lori reminded Joel a bit of his own daughter. His actual daughter. Sarah—

Back to Robert. Robert and Lori seemed to get along so well, which is why Joel had been so surprised to hear Robert talking about her like that the day before. Something felt so wrong about it.

“Hi—What are you doing here?”

Joel looked up to see Robert staring back at him. The light-haired man seemed different. His features looked sunken in, his posture was slouched. He looked nothing like the happy teacher everyone knew him as.

“Lori… Just after what you said yesterday. I guess I wanted to check if everything is fine?”

Robert heaved an annoyed breath, but there was something else in his eyes. He almost seemed fearful of Joel, or at least of something. “Everything’s fine.”

It didn’t seem like everything was fine. “Is she here?”

“No she isn’t.” Julia’s voice ringed towards the front door as she moved to stand beside her husband. “She isn’t here, so if you’re looking for her, get lost.”

The aggression in the small woman’s voice made the hairs on Joel’s arms and back of his neck stand up. “Where—”

“Not here!” Julia tried to close the door, but Joel held it open with his forearm. Julia started shouting at him, but Joel didn’t let up. Instead his eyes started to wander. The living room behind the couple seemed normal. It was only when Joel took a step back, he noticed the bruised knuckles of Robert’s right hand. Joel was about to say something when Robert moved his hand behind his back, out of Joel’s vision. “Just leave!” Julia yelled.

“What did you—” Joel started to ask. He had looked from Roberts slightly bloodied—then hidden—hand up his arm until he met his eyes. The fear he thought he saw before was prominent now. Thoughts filled Joel’s head causing to let his guard down and before he could ask his full question, Julia took the opportunity to shut the door closed in his face.

-

“I—” A sob from deep down cut off her words. “I’m so sorry, Tess.” Lori’s voice was shaky. She sat, kneeled down, somewhere quiet. Away from everyone. Not more than a 5 minute walk from Jackson, but at this time she shouldn’t be outside. She had been able to slip away without anyone noticing so she could have some space.

“I know you’d hate me for this,” she cried, but she tried so hard not to. Her voice was strained to keep the sobs at bay. “But I tried so hard to be a good daughter. To be good to people. They just—” Lori took another deep sigh before her tears started to flow freely down her cheeks. “No one wants me. No one likes me. Only you ever truly cared.”

The tension in Lori’s body started to ease as if she was starting to accept the reality of how everything was turning out for her. “I know you’d hate me, but can you really blame me for this?” Lori let out a defeated chuckle, then sniffled once again. “I just want to be with you again,” she whispered before putting a bit more pressure on the knife she had against her left wrist.

The blade only barely broke her skin. It wasn’t sharp enough to do anything more with the amount of pressure Lori was putting on it.

“I only ever want to be with you. Maybe I’m wrong and you are like everyone else, but I rather be with you, who hates me, then with all these people.”

Lori finally drew blood. She didn’t even hiss or flinch as the blade pressed further into her skin. “Tess,” she sobbed as she said her name. “I miss you so much! Why did you leave! Why did you fucking leave me!”

Lori raised the knife from her skin and moved it further up so she could make one final cut.

“LORI, NO!”

The world became dark before her eyes, as Lori fell back onto her back. Before the metal was able to make contact with her wrist, Lori had been pulled back, causing her head to hit the cold ground. Her arm, along with her hand that was holding the knife was pulled back and the knife fell out of her grasp. When Lori opened her eyes again she was met with the frantically moving eyes of Ellie.

“Lori!” The younger girl shouted in shock. She was shaking Lori by her shoulders and checking her body for any injuries. To her surprise Lori’s wrist had barely a cut on it, but her face was something else. Ellie’s eyes scanned the new bruises that seemed to be getting darker by the second on her face. A trail of blood was mixed with Lori’s tears and coated the skin of her cheek and neck with a light, translucent red sheen.

The two sat there almost frozen as they stared at each other before Ellie started pulling her up. “Let’s go—”

“Go where?”

“Home,” Ellie stated, still in her panicked state. She noticed how Lori froze in her spot again and was staring at her, uncertainty filled in her gaze. “Please, Lori. Let’s just go.”

It was desperate. All the words that left Ellie’s mouth. Her movements as she pulled Lori to her feet. As if Lori was someone important to Ellie and Ellie wanted her to be okay.

Ellie gathered Lori’s backpack before pulling her arm over her own shoulders. “You can sleep in my bed. The fireplace has been warming the house. It’s safe there, okay? I can get you food or tea as well. And there’s warm water to shower in. Or you can take a bath…”

Lori didn’t answer, but she let Ellie take her with her.

A few metres away Joel finally found the two girls. He wanted to approach them, but decided against it as he noticed how Lori was so willing to have Ellie help her out. He didn’t want to disturb them.

He was still heaving from his search before he completely froze, hearing what Ellie told Lori.

“I know I’m not Tess, but you’re safe with me. I know you hate me, but even if I’m the last person you wanted to care for you, I do care. Even if the whole world is against you, I’ll be here. And maybe it’s just selfish, but it’s because I need you too.”

Lori tilted her head slightly down to catch Ellie’s gaze. More tears started to roll down her cheeks.

“I think you’re really fucking cool,” Ellie sniffled in a watery chuckle. “And to be honest, I don’t think I would’ve felt as much at ease without you around. You’ve protected me even when you hated my guts and I don’t think I’m ready to lose you. I don’t want you to join Tess this early and I know she wouldn’t want that either.” Lori didn’t say anything as she continued to share eye contact with the younger girl.

“Let’s go home, okay? With me?”

---

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note: I don't do permanent taglists atm (I actually don't do taglists in general, but I thought why not since I was asked) so if you want to be tagged in a future part of this you'll have to just message me or comment and I'll keep note of that.

[alchemist-of-altoids]

The Justice League had Danny cornered. This room had just been painted with an ectophobic coat, so Danny would stop phasing through the walls and floor in his sleep. But now, that brilliant idea was coming back to haunt him. He looked from one hero to another. Batman, to Flash, to Wonder Woman, so on and so forth.

“Heeeey guys! How’s it going!” He squeaked out.

“Phantom.” Batman’s gruff voice called. “You know why we’re here.”

“Any chance it’s for the delicious food? Pretty sure it’s Taco Tuesday.” Danny suggested, showing off his own taco as he created an intangible duplicate in his place, while he turned himself invisible.

“It’s Wednesday.” Green Lantern said.

“And that’s a chicken sandwich.” Added The Flash.

“Oh.” Danny looked again. “I need sleep.”

“Young One, we just… need some answers.” Wonder Woman said, her voice as kind and soft as it always was when she spoke to him. “You have said some… concerning things to many members of the League. We simply wish to understand why, and to see if we can help you with anything.”

“Hey I’m not that young! Have you not seen the cave paintings? They were pretty good.” Duplicate Danny said, trying to change the subject. Real Danny was floating towards the door. He was focusing on keeping his mind clear, as if any thoughts or intentions crept out, the Leaguers in the room would know he was there. Needless to say, leaving the room was slow going. “Although, no one ever gets my hair quite right…”

“Son, you might be chronologically older than anyone here. But it seems a bit like maybe spirits mature differently than mortal beings?” Superman said, clearly trying to avoid being rude to the boy. Which was appreciated, but not necessary. “You might have been around for thousands of years, but as far we can tell you’re still a teenager. About 17-19, that sound about right?”

“Actually, you’re about 3 years off.” Duplicate Danny’s mouth moved before his brain, and Real Danny cringed.

The League looked at him with a variety of expressions, none of them good. There was pity, horror, guilt, and probably a few other Jazz would know. Well. Except for one of them.

“Damn, you have one hell of a baby face, then huh?” Green Lantern said. “I mean, I know this was before liquor stores, but I don’t think anyone would believe that face is twenty-one… Why is everyone looking at me lik- Oh God. I am so sorry Phantom.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s ancient history.” Danny 2 quipped. Just a little bit longer as Danny 1 got closer and closer to the door. “Or I guess ancient PRE-history, eh?”

That got a chuckle out of some of the other Leaguers.

“You’re dodging our question.” Batman said, getting them back on track.

“Phantom, we do not wish to cause you undue stress. We simply would like to know why you say-“ Martian Manhunter began, but quickly turned to the door, then back to Phantom.

“Manhunter, is something wrong?” Superman asked.

“Phantom just left.”

“He’s standing right here!” Green Lantern said.

“Sorry, I’m actually just a duplicate.” D2 said. “Martian Manhunter is right. Real Me left. Which means my job here is done.”

And with that, the duplicate vanished.

~ ~ ~

“Oh my Ancients, you are so stupid!” Sam said as Team Phantom laughed at Danny’s story.

“I panicked, okay!” Danny protested. “It’s bad enough I keep saying weird, cryptic shit to them, they’re gonna hate me for real now!”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s fine.” Tucker reassured his friend. “And hey. There’s always the Teen Titans.”

Danny groaned.

I need Danny to say the most terrifying sentences casually near other heroes.

After a battle Phantom is looking at his uniform and his hands. “I think my skin is moving.”

The Flash whips his head around to look at Phantom, “I’m sorry what?”

Phantom is already nonchalantly floating away to go help civilians.

[doasyoudesireandlive]

Falling for you like the leaves do

This is my fic for @jadedvibes cute falling in love writing challenge! Hope you like it!

pairing: college!Stucky x college!reader (platonic.... for now)

Summary: The thermostat in your flat is dead. Will the boys come to your rescue?

Word count: 924

warnings: fluff, cuddling, intoxication, pining, friends to lovers, flirting, they are all idiots in love, shirtless boys.

Autumn was definitely here. Fallen leaves crunching under the sole of your boots, knitted sweaters and hot drinks in front of a lit fireplace. Your favourite time of the year. Being done with the few classes you had to attend today, you’re walking back to your flat. The autumn wind making the tip of your nose rosy and hands cold.

Locking yourself into your apartment, you hum at the temperature inside. Why is it so cold here? What is going on? You look around the flat, checking for open windows. Then you glance at the thermostat. The display is pitch black. You try pressing a few buttons, groaning when you get no response whatsoever. You try calling the janitor, but you’re sent directly to voicemail. You sigh loudly as you flop down on your couch. It really is freezing, goosebumps appearing on your skin. You take out your phone and open the text app.

Y/N:

Hey, Stevie. You and Bucky home? The thermostat in my flat is fucked and its so cold here. Mind if I come over?

You get an answer right away.

Stevie:

hey! Sure, sweetheart. Come over. But bring snacks <3

You chuckle. Snacks it is. You pack a few things in your bag, and head to the store. You buy the boys’ favourite snacks and head over to their flat.

You ring the doorbell and wait. Quickly smoothing down your hair and glancing over your own outfit before the door opens. The sight that meets you make you gasp.

“My sweetest Blossom” a tipsy, shirtless Bucky greets you. Now you get why you had to bring snacks. Bucky and Steve are hungry drunks.

Bucky pulls you in to the flat and hugs you. The smell of cologne and something that is just Bucky makes your heart flutter. He holds you tightly, and ends the hug with a kiss on the corner of your mouth. You are pretty sure he was aiming for your cheek, but hey, he’s drunk as a skunk.

“Bucky, you flirt” you shove him playfully.

“And don’t you love it, doll” Bucky says, winking at you.

Steve comes from the kitchen, a pack of beers in his hand.

“Heeeey, baby! You’re here!” He runs towards you, lifting you up and embracing you in a big hug.

Giggling, you snuggle against him and wrap your legs around his torso.

“I’ve missed youuuu, you smell so goooood” Steve slurs, rubbing his nose on the side of your neck. You very ticklish so by now you are laughing wholeheartedly.

Steve finally puts you down, and his hands come up to cup your face. He moves closer, the tips of your noses touching. He stares into your eyes, but your eyes flicker down to his mouth. He’s not gonna kiss you, is he? The timbre of his voice pulls you back to reality.

“Baby…. You brought the snacks right?” You actually feel disappointed when he pulls back.

Clearing your throat, you point to the bag by the door. You dropped it there when Bucky dragged you in.

“yaaay, snacks!! Thank youuuuuu, I looove you” Steve is peppering your face with kisses, one of them right on your mouth. You gasp, but Steve doesn’t even notice. He’s already pulling out the snacks from the bag.

“Wanna watch a movie, doll?” Bucky throws his arm over your shoulder. “You can choose?” his ocean blue eyes meet yours. “Please?” He puts on a puppy dog pout.

You laugh. “Of course, pretty boy” you put your finger under his chin and smirk at him. His eyes flicker down to your lips and a blush creeps up his neck.

“Well after you then, blossom” he kisses your cheek, leading you towards the couch.

All three of you plop down on the couch, and you scroll until you find a gory horror movie. Nothing screams cozy autumn like a horror movie. Drinking beer and eating snacks soon gives you nice buzz.

The boys are still shirtless, it’s so hot in the flat. Your boots and knitted sweater discharged long ago. You sit comfortably, tucked into Bucky’s side, his right arm holding you close. Feet in Steve’s lap.

Steve runs his hand up and down your leg, almost absent-minded while you watch the movie.

You can’t focus on the movie tho. The butterflies in your stomach being very busy having a mosh pit. Bucky can feel you tensing up.

“Scary, doll?” he whispers in your ear, tugging you closer to lay your head on his chest. You simply hum, the intimate action making you swoon.

You start to feel sleepy, the comfort of Bucky’s chest calming you down. You start to nod off, when Steve crawls into Bucky’s lap as well, laying his head beside yours. Bucky plant kisses on both your heads and you fall asleep as Steve’s arm wrap around you.

You wake up. Not remembering where you are, you tense up. Then the warmth and light snores brings you back to the present. Bucky and Steve looks beautiful. You glance down and your breath hitches when you see their fingers intertwined, holding you close.

You tip your head up, kissing Bucky – a feather light kiss ghosting over the corner of his mouth. Then you lean down and do the same to Steve, the intimacy making your heart race in your chest.

Laying down on Bucky’s chest again, you whisper

“I’m falling in love with you… both of you.” Snuggling closer you drift into sleep again, warm and content.

[kattsukki]

can I request a sick!Mikey x reader?

where Mikey has got a cold and is walking in a blanket all day following his s/o and helping them and then sometime while helping them he somehow faints and reader takes care of him more and than he’s sjust so kissable and cuddly 🥺

Take Care of Me

Sick!Mikey x gn!Reader

Warnings: None!

Sypnosis: Mikey's sick and you're here to take care of him like the loving partner you are.

Kat: I agree sm, he looks so fluffy when he just wakes up and his hair's all messed up <3 anyways, I may have changed it a bit without realising but I hope you still like it !!

“See, this is what you get from riding outside and fighting in the rain all the time,” you complain as you feed him a spoonful of soup.

“That’s what everyone does! and I’m literally a leader of a gang,” he deadpans as you still try to nag him. 

You raise an eyebrow at him,“Oh yeah? Big, strong “Invincible Mikey” walking around with his childhood blanket all cute and fluffy looking?” 

"You know, you're worse than Ken-chin." Crossing his arms in a huff.

Teasingly pinching his cheek, "Yeah yeah, I'll go get something real quick, just sit tight alright?" You go to walk off before he interrupts.

"No stay here! You gotta stay with me!" He whines.

"It'll be quick I promise!" You finally walk away, grabbing an umbrella before you go to the house.

In the middle of trying to find what you were looking for, which was a small box of cake you had bought for him at a nearby bakery, thumps of footsteps could be heard.

Weird, his grandpa was sleeping in his room and Emma's away. Thinking it was an intruder, you grab one of the kitchen knives nearby, preparing for possibly the worst till you heard a—

"Heeeey, you took too long! I'm getting cold now,"

God Mikey.

"What are you doing here? Of course you're cold, you're soaked!! You didn't even bring an umbrella,"

"Wanted to see you," He whines yet again.

"You idiot, let's head back before your cold gets any wor-" *thud*

Just as your sentence cuts off, Mikey passes out on the floor right infront of you. All sickly and drenched in rainwater.

In a panic, you put his arm over your shoulder and walk him back to his room.

You dry and clean him up the best you could and put him to bed after.

An hour and a half later, you start to feel tired as well, succumbing to the drowsiness in your seat.

Not too long after that, Mikey wakes up. Still feeling unwell but somewhat better because of the nap.

He turns his gaze to you, looking so peaceful yet so tired. He starts to regret being such a handful earlier.

Slowly, as to not wake you up, he tugs your body off the chair and help you to the bed, letting you rest more comfortably in his warm sheets.

After making sure you were alright and good, he gets up to go to the bathroom. Coming out, he notices a small box of cake on the table. Just on queue, his stomach growls. That cake sure looks good.

But then again, it might be yours and you were probably planning to eat it, and he didn't want to wake you up to cook something either, so he just sits there. Staring at it.

A minute passes by and the sound of your voice interrupts his train of thoughts and makes him jolt. "You can eat it, it's for you y'know," you let out a light chuckle. He points to the box, looking at you as if he's asking—'are you sure?' To which you nod, patting the space beside you, wanting him to sit with you while he eats.

Happily, he sits with you, delightfully eating the sweet dessert. He may feel awful cause of this stupid cold but at least you're here to take care of him and he's incredibly thankful for that.

[midnight-and-his-melodiverse]

Heeeey, Midnight! One prompt for TSS: Lyric, Ottava, and the Titania, with something involving autumn? :3 (I know it's space, but still.)

Hey Jax!! Thanks so much for the ask, and happy Tiny Scene Sunday!~

Stars, Bits, and Bytes: Autumn prompt: (This prompt takes place in an AU where the cast are older!)

The Titania had been on a journey around and outside the kids' home star system, Stella Concordia, for about ten months by now, but after that long adventure they were all glad to be finally home, with no distress signals to answer. As Lyric settled down on the nice leather couch, he pulled out a picture from his backpack that he had brought along with him, and shed a tear when he looked at the picture. It involved young Lyric and Ottava holding hands and smiling together while Arietta and Quintus stood behind them, in the clearing of a picturesque forest during the onset of autumn.

He lightly chuckled to himself as he remembered that taking the photo was harder than it seemed. After all, it was him who had to converse with the cranky AI Intra to try and get this family memory to be preserved. For all he knew, the AI could have just as easily wiped that photo from their family history, but after much prodding, the AI obeyed him and took it.

The metallic voice coming out of Intra's speakers was still fresh in his mind. "Look at the camera and say cheese!" The cadence of it's voice wasn't that clear, it was garbled and warped, but he paid no mind to it, of course.

Looking further at the picture, he remembered back then that both him and Ottava grew up together, from the time they first did a science class together to both of them hugging each other in a warm embrace after graduation from flight school. Though nowadays, Ottava was no longer home much anymore. She was content working as a teacher for flight school to lift other childrens' dreams of becoming star-faring pilots, for shifts that were as long as 12-14 hours, with the latter part being spent doing administrative work.

Arietta and Quintus however, had long since retired their professions as pilots, but a nice perk is that upon retirement, the Titania had now officially become their own ship that they could park at their house, in an underground clearing of concrete.

Lyric thought that with the autumn weather, he should take Ottava there for a chat and a hangout, though he wanted to wait for a day where she was free from her shift.

[kaashiboo]

ahah heeeey!!!!! can i request kenma, akaashi and sugawara as best friends with gender neutral reader?

thank you for your hard work i really enjoy reading your headcannons (灬º‿º灬)♡

haikyuu boys as your best friend

┇ kenma, akaashi, and suga

gn!reader

【warnings: none】

➢ general note: ohoho this is a very long one so buckle up!

✎ a/n: aaww this is request is cute! thank you for appreciating my work and i'm so glad you enjoy reading them! take care of yourself!<3

kenma

you've been friends with kenma and kuroo ever since you were a child but you're more close with kenma due to his chill personality.

but that doesn't mean that you're less chaotic

kenma honestly questions himself as to why he's best friends with you

but you're a bit more tolerable than kuroo he guesses.

"say, if i hypothetically and accidentally broke your swi— kenma, you're gonna kill me with your stare." you laugh nervously.

"give it to me." you removed your hand behind your back and gave him his switch with a pout.

"are you mad at me?" you asked, rubbing your nape. awkwardly.

kenma sighed loudly, "yeah."

"oh" your shoulders dropped.

"but it's fine since i already bought a new one. i'm mad because i was planning to give you this one but i guess we have to make someone check it out if it's still repairable." he replied and your eyes lit up in excitement.

"really?"

"yeah."

"but i don't have the money for it."

"we'll make kuroo pay." he shrugged and you tilted your head in confusion.

"eh? do you really think he would agree to that?"

"i don't know. maybe. just do all his work or compliment him everyday, that might work."

"are you two planning on how to murder me?" kuroo appears out of nowhere, ruffling kenma's and your hair.

"yes." the setter and you answered in unison.

people also wonder how you can keep up with kenma but you're honestly one of the people that can see through him and could tell whether something is bothering him.

and he never hesitated to show you what he really feels. if he's mad then you'd let him vent and let out all his frustrations.

and there were times as well where he just wanted to be away from anyone so you gave him space.

but because he finds you tolerable, he begged you to not distance yourself from him.

now, in terms of YOU being sad, we all know he's not the greatest when it comes to comforting people but he would always find a way to cheer you up like offering you to play games with him.

he would even let you do the interior design of his house in minecraft as long as he can see you're enjoying.

just like what others do, he would typically protect you from mobs while you pick up flowers.

but most of the time, you would have a competition on which person could kill as many mobs as they can.

you also would do stupid challenges that you see on youtube.

and late night walks with him are the best since you never had to worry about bothering him when he rarely sleeps early.

let me rephrase that real quick, it's mostly you walking around while kenma sits on a bench,,, still playing.

but he would occasionally look for you to make sure you weren't lost or kidnapped.

you would eventually get tired so you just... lay on the grass and roll around.

kenma puts down his switch, "what are you doing, y/n?"

"i'm bored. you're not even paying attention." you whispered the last part but he still caught it.

"alright, sorry. stand up now. let's go to the convenience store and crash at kuroo's house." he offered and you immediately agreed.

because the two of you never failed to be in the same class every year, your classmates would be confused since you two would verbally fight and give each other a silent treatment and then one second later, you would give him food and he tries to help you beat the level you're currently on with the game you're playing.

and in the timeskip, the three of you have stable jobs like, rich rich rich very rich.

"at this point, we can be your sugar daddies." kuroo jokes but you paid no attention to him as you were still busy processing with what kenma gave you as a present.

literally everything you need for streaming— heck, you're not even sure if you would use all of them.

but kenma still wanted to drag you along with him to do things that he loves

not that you'd complain about it anyway.

"you're helping me set everything up." you finally recovered from your state of shock and pulled kenma up from your couch.

akaashi

and the best 'best friend' award goes to akaashi keiji!

look, just because he's a laid-back person, doesn't mean he's unaware of how to push your buttons.

he would subtly annoy you. so subtle that not everyone could notice that you wanted to murder him on the spot.

"akaashi keiji, i will seriously ki—"

"it's settled then! y/n, please come to my office now." the teacher spoke, making you groan in frustration before standing up but you made sure to purposely step on his foot and he silently winced in pain.

the chat with the teacher didn't take long and when you exited the office, you saw your best friend standing outside, waiting for you with a barely noticeable smirk.

yeah, we might have to take back his award.

you rolled your eyes and walked past him but he grabbed your bag and pulled you back.

"sorry, do i know you?" you scoffed.

"look, i'm sorry. i already told you that you shouldn't sleep in class." he reminded, implying that him dragging you into doing something was a sort of consequence from sleeping in class.

"i know! but you decided to be annoying again and volunteered that i would help with some activity." you complained. he still hasn't let go of your bag but you continued walking which may or may not made it look like you were his pet.

akaashi knows you're not actually mad at him and so he didn't have to bother to apologize again.

"if it makes you feel better, i volunteered first before you. at least we're now both busy."

you didn't respond and continued walking, "where are you going?" he asks.

"home."

"no."

"no?"

"i have practice," he said.

"what does that have to do with me?!" you wailed.

"nothing." you facepalmed and let him pull you to the gym.

the first time you met was during middle school. you were crying because you lost a competition and unfortunately for you, akaashi was the one who won.

he tried comforting you but you pushed him away.

akaashi was persistent though. he didn't want you to stay mad at him and so he bothered you everyday until you finally started to warm up to him.

you sighed for the ninth time. deciding to make a paper plane and throw it to akaashi's way.

it fortunately hit his forehead and he 'tsk-ed' at your action but he continued reading the book anyway.

you reached for the plane, crumpling it until it's round.

"i thought you were gonna teach me?" you question and threw the paper at him, again but lucky for him, he caught it.

he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "how am i supposed to teach you if you keep throwing things at me?"

you see, you're smart but there are certain subjects that you really hate and you coincidentally got sick during a discussion and now you and akaashi are currently studying in the library.

he knows he could have just lent you his notes and you can just take a photo of it but he wouldn't let you do that because his reasoning was, "you'll learn better if you write it down." you've complained to him about it many times and he'll eventually get tired and not give you anything so now you've learned your lesson,

don't annoy keiji.

but sometimes, he's kind enough to cover for you when you're asleep during class and would lie to the teachers by saying you're sick.

which rarely happens since he doesn't always tolerate you so being friends with him feels like having a parent watch you all the time.

"maybe if i befriended konoha then i'm already done with this." you huffed.

"he doesn't have the patience to deal with you, y/n." you let out an offended gasp before throwing your pencil case at him.

honestly speaking, the two of you get along really well. you're more talkative and he tends to listen to your rants a lot.

and of course, he would also share to you how his day went and how he found a new way to get bokuto out of his emo mode.

hanging out with him outside of school can be chaotic at times.

especially if you decide to go to the arcade because expect him to tease you a lot when you couldn't get the prize you wanted.

he would help you though:)

and since you two are a popular duo, you would often get a lot of confessions from boys and akaashi would ramble about how it's a waste of time and that you should focus on your studies.

but he would also reassure you that he'll support you no matter what decision you make.

in conclusion, he's a bit confusing and indecisive but he just wants the best for you but then he would also start thinking that he's being controlling of your own life.

akaashi also can't keep his cool sometimes,

"i can't believe they cheated on me." you hugged your legs closer to your chest as you sob.

his practice was already over but he insisted that the two of you stay at the gym so that you could talk to him about your problems.

"they’re an asshole, y/n." he replied.

usually, he would rub circles on your back when you're crying but this time, he stayed still on his seat so you glanced at him and frowned.

"you weren't even paying attention," you said.

"i was," he stopped typing on his phone to look at you.

"i was just searching up ways how to murder someone without getting caught." he joked and you chuckled.

"just kidding. i was ordering your favorite food. now stand up and wipe your tears. don't let that asshole see you vulnerable. show him that you don't even need him in the first place because you don't need anyone, 'kay?" he pulled you up and nodded at his advice.

"except for me, of course. how else would you be alive if it weren't for me?"

"i have my own parents." you rolled your eyes playfully.

"they don't love you— they prefer me." he teased once again. earning a punch from you.

suga

aDMIT IT, SUGA IS SO FUN TO BE WITH.

like sureeee he would help you most of the time

but he's also the same person that would get you in trouble.

"vice principal, i am so sorry! i didn't mean to knock off your wig! please don't suspend me—"

"it's fine, l/n. just go and don't tell anyone." the old man sighed.

you bowed and left, running to where suga was standing.

you saw your friend biting his lower lip to stifle a laugh.

you glared at him but you couldn't help but to cackle at what happened and now you two are being noisy in the hallway that made others look at you weirdly.

"i told you, he's bald!" he exclaimed and your laugh couldn't get any louder until you start coughing from the lack of oxygen.

"oH MY GOD— DON'T DIE ON ME Y/N," he said dramatically before offering you a bottle of water.

"you're so dramatic, please shut up." you rolled your eyes after drinking.

you and suga have been arguing for a week about how he witnessed himself how the vice principal's wig flew off and it was too good to be true so you didn't believe him.

not until your beloved best friend pushed you to the vp's direction accidentally.

you were taller than the old man so when you bumped into him, you wanted to grab onto something for support but instead, you knocked off his hairpiece.

and suga ran away instead of helping you.

we love a supportive friend.

"well at least he was kind enough to not give you a punishment." suga shrugged and you just nodded your head in agreement.

when you transferred to karasuno during second year, you luckily met suga when you asked for directions.

you two were in the same class so he accompanied you the whole day.

he was very talkative and you loved hearing him talk about volleyball.

at first, you admired him for how approachable and kind he is

but now you just want to kick him.

"i said he wasn't my crush!" you convinced him but suga ony hummed in response.

"but you were staring at him with heart eyes." he quirked a brow.

"i wasn't!"

"you were!"

"i wasn't!"

"you we—"

"suga and y/n, that's enough." daichi sighed. pushing the two of you apart from each other.

"daichi! your vice captain is being annoying again."

"daichi, did you know that y/n has a crush on y—" his words were cut off when you covered his mouth with your hand and he had no choice but to bite your palm and you backed away in disgust.

"i don't like you anymore." you huffed and he just ruffled your hair.

"ah really now?" he smiled but you knew that behind that smile was an evil intention.

"nevermind." you muttered. not trusting your own friend.

oh and your parents adore suga.

like, they know you have other friends as well but suga is the only person they trust to be with you all the time.

and honestly, you agree with them. no words or numbers could describe how much you trust the setter.

despite his naughty and chaotic attitude, he always takes care of you.

kind of like akaashi but he's a bit more loose.

he's very good at giving you advice.

he's also the type of friend that sulks when you miss a game.

like, he would literally ignore you.

and now you're struggling how to make him forgive you.

"kōshi, enough. you've been ignoring me for a week! it was just one game, come on." you persuaded, poking his side but he didn't budge and continued writing down notes.

"i'm sorry for missing your game. i swear, it was an accident! i would never miss your next match again!"

he shifted in his seat and your eyes were filled with hope.

he looks at you with a slight hint of disappointment, "even if i'm not a regular anymore?" the question caught you off guard.

"what do you mean?" he remained quiet and you took that as a sign that he didn't wanna talk and so you impatiently waited for classes to be over.

as soon as you were dismissed, you pulled him out of the classroom to take him to your favorite spot just near the gym.

"i don't like how you're doubting my ability to support you. it doesn't matter what you do— heck, you could even commit a crime and i might bail you out of jail." you uttered. finally breaking the silence that engulfed the two of you the past few minutes.

you struggle with expressing how you feel sometimes and being able to decipher your analogies is one of suga's skills.

"your comforting skill is top tier." he replied.

you know how he would playfully hit his teammates? he'd do the same to you but he would only give you head pats, not wanting to hurt you physically.

and you unexpectedly just learned how to love it.

it somehow inspires you to work harder since he only gives you head pats when you achieve something and it's his way of congratulating you!

he also likes to drag you along with him. he wants to watch a movie? he would buy an extra ticket just for you!

but sometimes, he would whine about being broke when he's with you🤡

would also be ready to make a presentation as to why you are his platonic soulmate.

please just agree with him so he won't be sad</3

last but not the least, gossiping.

literally, the two of you will not call it a day if you haven't talked about any issues at all.

so even if you were sleepy, he would call or text you in the middle of the night and be like, 'tea time?'

aaahh imagine how shock i was when i saw that this was about 2k words overall AHAHA. i know that akaashi's part seems a bit off but honestly i just imagine him being a bit mischevious and more open to people he's genuinely close with so yeah! i had so much fun writing but i feel bad becaue it was so long- anyway, thank you for reading!<3

[faulty-writes]

Big 3 headcanons with a crush on a student of a first or second year?

It was near impossible for a lowerclassman not to have heard of The Big Three. Watching them perform was a privilege and if you happened to be lucky enough to learn under one of them. Well, it earned you a little respect. If a Big Three member happened to have a crush on you...it was a different story. 

Mirio was argued to be the most popular member of The Big Three and often volunteered to help the first-years with their training. You originally refused to partake in such a thing, believing training on your own brought more self-discipline but Izuku insisted you go anyway. Something about respect for future Pro Heroes. 

The overly energetic boy wasn’t expecting to fall for a first-year, but somehow or another during the training session. He found himself staring at you and when he went to speak to you. He got a little tongue-tied, he honestly didn’t know what was wrong with him.

The answer came later when he saw you passing through the halls of UA, butterflies filled his stomach and his heart sped up. He went as far as to try and hide from you because he was too afraid he’d make a fool of himself if he didn’t. Of course, you were completely unaware of this. 

It wasn’t until Nejire pointed his feelings out to him, which was during lunch no less. It was kind of obvious that he was crushing on you. “Why don’t you just ask them out? I think their name is Y/n and I’m sure they’ll say yes!” she blurted out which caused Mirio to jump. “W-What? I...I uh, sorry. I don’t think I can,” Mirio replied as his face turned red and he quickly excused himself from the cafeteria. 

Though he couldn’t deny it, he would love to ask you out. But, would that be too weird? A third-year and a first-year? There wasn’t much difference in age, but people would still talk and Mirio didn’t want you to get harassed or anything. But, damn. He really did like you, maybe he should confess his feelings. But then again, that raised the question of how.

But he made the choice to finally talk to you when he saw you at your locker. He hesitantly approached. Despite the butterflies going wild in his stomach and his mind racing a mile a minute, his legs felt like jelly and he swore his tongue was swollen. “H-Hi!” he screamed which startled you and nearly caused you to drop your books. You looked at Mirio wide-eyed, “Uh, I’m M-Mir-” you nodded. “Mirio Togata, nice to meet you. I’m Y/n,” you reached out to shake his hand. 

He loved getting to know you, but the urge to make you his was still there. He needed to make a move quickly before someone else snatched you away. So, one day after school. Mirio arrived at the first-year dormitory and asked for you specifically. His courage nearly left him when you stood in the doorway and smiled at him. But before you could say anything, he blurted out “WillYouPleaseGoOutWithMe?!” it was a relief that you even heard him correctly, “Uh...sure,” you replied, a little stunned. But, it was almost worth it to see the way he smiled. 

Nejire and yourself had crossed paths before, considering you were both hero students. The only difference was you were in your second year, while Nejire was in her third and part of The Big Three. But that never intimidated you. All heroes, including those in training, deserved mutual respect. 

It was no secret that the hero students in each grade had collaborated training sessions. Supervised by the teachers of course, but apparently, the teachers had decided that merging upper and lower classes would be a good idea. That’s how you ended up meeting Nejire Hado. 

You never expected the third year to be taken with you, Nejire seemed to make it a point to get to know the lowerclassman. But, it was a tad distracting when she greeted you in the hallway or stopped by to wish you luck on a test or exam. You were beginning to get the feeling she was either desperate for friendship or somehow liked you. 

Truth was, Nejire found you interesting and certainly wanted to know more about you. When you had trained together, she found herself captivated by your looks, talent, and overall heroic spirit. From there, she found herself thinking about you and decided to follow her feelings. After all, that was the next logical step. Get to know your person of interest. 

Despite knowing how busy a second year student could get between their studying and intense training. Nejire still wanted your attention, but she thought going to the second year dormitory would only cause an unnecessary fuss. Regardless, she kept her spirits up and believed she’d eventually find a way to capture your heart. 

She was happy she got that warm and fuzzy feeling whenever she was around you or whenever she saw you passing through the hallway or walking to your dormitory. Mirio and Tamaki took notice of this and Nejire being the open and prideful person she was, admitted she had found someone she wanted to be with. Even if she was on her way to becoming a Pro Hero. “I just know I can be the one for them! I won’t give up!” she declared and of course, the fellow Big Three members supported her. 

When the time came for the school festival, Nejire was overly hyped to enter the beauty pageant. Determined to be the victor, of course when you walked into the room with Izuku and Mirio. She nearly lost her focus, “H-Hi! Y/n, you look lovely!” she blurted out, despite wanting to slap herself as soon as those words left her mouth. But you didn’t mind, in fact, you smiled, “Thank you, Hado. You look beautiful in that dress,” her cheeks flushed furiously at your comment and she was more determined than ever to win that crown and impress you. 

After the school festival was over. She sought you out, “So, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say,” she began, it was unusual to see Nejire nervous and it immediately concerned you. “I’ve...honestly had a crush on you for a while now and I know this may be weird to say, but I think we’d work really well together. If you reject me, I understand. But, I’m going to ask you anyway. Y/n, will you go out with me?” she questioned as she handed you the flowers she had gotten from the pageant. Could you really say no? 

Tamaki Amajiki hated attention in every sense, he was an introvert and preferred to stay within his own comfort zone. He hadn’t given much thought to romance, but it figures you’d change that. Turn his whole world on its side, how could he handle having feelings for a first-year support student? 

He couldn’t. As the timidest member of The Big Three, he was often underestimated despite his skill in combat. He wished he could have that same courage when it came to you. But instead, he’d always run away when he saw you, in school or in public. He couldn’t handle the pounding in his ears from his rapid heartbeat or the way his stomach twisted and made him nauseous when you were around. He even became paranoid that he’d end up passing out the next time he saw you. 

He was constantly conflicted over the fact that at any given moment, someone would catch onto his feelings for you, and then what would he do? He knew he’d have an anxiety attack if rumor spread he had a crush on you, after all, it was embarrassing when others knew your feelings toward someone. But, he knew it was bound to happen. It was his luck, should he just come clean? Oh right, then there was rejection to worry about. In short, Tamaki was a mess. 

Still, he couldn’t help himself. He admired your intelligence, the way it seemed like you could craft anything. Similar to Mirio, in his eyes, you had a certain glow around you. Something he couldn’t hope to compare to, but even that wasn’t enough to stop his feelings for you. Part of him wished you would notice him or that he had the courage to talk to you. 

His prayers might have been answered too soon, “Heeeey Suneater!” Eijiro screamed as Tamaki entered the Fat Gum Agency. “Check it out! Y/n over here is going to make me a new costume!” he declared and Tamaki stopped dead when he saw you. He felt his mouth go dry as you scolded Eijiro to stand still. “Uh, Suneater, you okay?” Eijiro questioned as he watched Tamaki step back and quickly shake his head before facing the nearest wall. Eijiro assured you Tamaki did this often and in a way, you almost found it adorable. 

It was humiliating the next few days at school and you got the feeling Tamaki was purposely avoiding you. Of course, when you spoke to Eijiro about it. He made some excuse that Tamaki was just busy but in reality. The redhead was trying to convince the third year to at least try to talk to you. Of course, Eijiro didn’t know of Tamaki’s feelings for you but he had a hunch he liked you.

Despite not wanting to push Tamaki into telling him, Eijiro made sure the shy boy knew he could tell him anything. After all, friends took care of each other and Eijiro was always willing to listen to whatever problems his friends were having. His words paid off in the end and Tamaki confessed he had a crush on you, “That’s awesome man! You should ask them out! Come on! You’re super manly! There’s no way they’ll say no!” Tamaki of course, couldn’t find the courage to do such a thing, and Eijiro might have gone behind his back and told you. 

In fact, Eijiro helped convince Tamaki to meet up with you. Given, he had gone to Fat Gum for advice and Fat Gum welcomed the love confession to happen at his agency so he could see his little Suneater grow. The look on Tamaki’s face when he saw you was something of dread and he tried to run away but Eijiro had a grip on him. Tamaki then proceeded to hide his face behind his hood and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene. You walked over and smiled, “Uh, Amajiki...do you want to go out with me?” Tamaki looked at you with wide eyes, maybe it would take time to build your relationship up. 

[moss-lyman]

Heeeey! Could you do JD and “Your lips are really warm.” for the last prompt list?

so, I thought I posted this when I finished it months ago, but apparently not! here is some intoxicated Donna for your Saturday pleasure. set post-series. :)

(rated T. they get a little handsy.)

Donna is feeling very light and only a little floaty.

She’s got a cocktail in her hand and the White House holiday party is slowly winding down around her. She and Josh are going to Florida to see his mom in the morning, so she doesn’t feel bad when she downs the rum punch and asks for another, giving the bartender her best smile when he sets her refilled glass on the countertop.

“Thanks,” she murmurs and fumbles with the straw in her mouth as she scans the room. She hasn’t seen her boyfriend for a few hours now and she really hopes he just got caught talking with people rather than being summoned to the Sit Room. This weekend vacation will be the first time in awhile that they can sleep in the same bed for consecutive nights in a row and she doesn’t want that taken away because Russia decided to go rogue or something. She gets a little nervous when she can’t find him for a full 5 minutes until she finally spies him talking with Lou and Sam. She grins in relief and grabs her drink before making her way over to them.

“Sam, I need you to monitor this thing in Georgia over the weekend. Leak the memo that I gave you this morning and Lou—”

“The speech will be done before you land tomorrow.”

“Will it?” he presses and Donna smirks from behind him as he tries to stare Lou down. “Because last time—”

“Last time won’t be happening again.”

“Good. Send it to me as soon as you’re done.”

Lou sees Donna come up behind Josh. “Oh thank god. Can you please get him away from me?”

“Hey,” he interjects, but Lou is already walking away while Sam chuckles. “I’m your boss, you know! I could fire you!”

Lou only waves. “See ya Monday!”

Josh huffs and Donna slips her hand into his. “Hi,” she murmurs and he turns toward her.

“Hi,” he drawls pointedly when he gets a good look at her. “You havin’ fun?”

She smiles without meaning to, the alcohol swimming happily through her veins, and she lifts up her drink. “I am.”

“How many of those have you had?”

Donna holds up four fingers. “Three.”

Sam laughs again and claps Josh on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about anything, alright? Spend time with your family, I have it under control. And Donna?” She whips her head toward him, giving him an innocent look. “Don’t let him work this weekend.”

Her grin grows wicked. “I’ll distract him,” she murmurs, dropping his hand and pinching Josh on the ass.

Sam only shares an amused look with Josh before squeezing Donna’s shoulder and excusing himself.

Josh turns to his very tipsy girlfriend who’s hand has now snuck it’s way into his back pocket. “How ya doin’?”

She hums and pulls on his tie. “I’d be better if I was doing you.”

“And that’s enough alcohol for the First Lady’s Chief of Staff,” he says quickly and snags her still full drink out of her hand.

“Josh,” she pouts when he finishes off the rum punch himself and tosses the cup in the trash. “I wasn’t done.”

“Your friendly hand on my ass tells me otherwise.”

She giggles and squeezes him once. “Haven’t you ever seen an 80s movie? A hand in the back pocket is a romantic gesture.”

“So you have romance on your mind?”

“Maybe,” she murmurs and leans in closer to him. “Or maybe it’s my subtle way of telling you to take me home.” He checks his watch as she slowly drags her fingers up his back and over his shoulder to his chest. She smiles when he swallows heavily, unable to resist her, and she tips his cheek over so he’s looking right at her. “Take me home, Josh,” she whispers.

He can’t stop himself from closing the distance and kissing her right there in the corner of the east room, his hand landing on her waist and pulling her closer. He tastes the liquor on her tongue and a throaty groan escapes him when she presses against him fully.

“Donna,” he warns, painfully aware of the party going on around them. “We’re still technically at work.”

She ignores him in favor of kissing him again, humming happily when his hand sneaks a squeeze on her own ass. “Your lips are really warm,” she mumbles, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, making it look like they’re dancing despite her tongue being firmly planted in his mouth.

He gently pushes her back and grins at her pout. He kisses her deep red lips one more time and puts a hand on her back to usher her toward the door.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“I’ve convinced you?” she asks excitedly.

“You have. Let’s go.”

She turns in front of him, walking backwards, when she says “but wait, I need to go say bye to – Josh!”

“Now,” he demands, picking her up and carrying her over his shoulder toward the side doors.

“Put me down!” she yells, laughing drunkily. “I can walk.”

He pauses and lets her feet hit the floor, steadying her as she sways. She smiles at him while throwing an arm around his waist as they walk and he smiles at her. “You’re a very beautiful woman,” he states, caught up as he gazes lovingly at her. “Did you know that?”

“You think so?” He nods. “‘Cause I get a lot of ‘cute’s or even the occasional ‘pretty’s, but ‘beautiful’ has been pretty rare.”

“You’re all of those things.”

“Am I hot?”

His mouth quirks and he squeezes her waist, turning his mouth to her ear so only she can hear him. “Did the 3 orgasms the other night not convince you of that already?” She bites her lip and stops walking, causing him to stumble a little as she tries to direct him on a new path and he gives her a confused look. “Did you forget something?”

“I don’t want to wait until we get home,” she murmurs, gunning for a supply closet, and Josh laughs before turning her back toward the circle drive.

“Not a chance.”

“Come on,” she pouts, slumping a little when he opens the door for her. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

He cozies up behind her so he can speak softly in her ear, his voice dripping in honey. “I plan on taking my time tonight,” he murmurs, internally smirking when he feels goosebumps raise on her skin. “To make sure you know exactly how beautiful and pretty and hot I find you.” He kisses right behind her ear and she shivers. “And you won’t be able to be quiet.”

Donna’s blood thrums and she smirks as he opens her car door. She slides in front of him, letting the back of her hand brush his groin, and he twitches before she pulls him forward by his tie, Donna’s lips waiting for him as he shuts the car door behind him.

“Well, if you insist.”

[writtenbynightlock]

heeeey, can i request scenario where miya twins(separate) bokuto and hinata ( i can feel this ✨chaotic✨ energy). They are about to take shower with their s/o, horny and needy but it turns out that s/o l o v e hella hot water and boys like “wtf what’s wrong with u girl” but u know still fluff and cute👉🏻👈🏻🥺 sorry if there was some mistakes, english isn’t my first language. anyway if u not comfortable with this request i wish u have a good start of the year💖

Hot Shower with S/O

Warning(s): suggestive themes, post! time-skip spoilers

Ft. Bokuto Koutaro, Hinata Shoyo & Miya Twins

Note: Requests are open 💌

A/N: Your English is great! Keep up the good work and thank you for the request <3 have a good start of the year also :D so sorry for the delay >.<

Masterlist | Rules

》 Bokuto Koutaro

The sunlight made your dim curtains glow. Sleeping peacefully in bed was you and Bokuto. It was still quite early in the morning but Bokuto is an early riser.

As he opens his eyes, he smiles when he saw your sleeping figure, lips parted as you breath in and out.

You were sleeping in your silky nightgown, the straps falling to your arms — revealing a bit of your breasts. Bokuto’s eyes widen at the sight but he can’t help but feel giddy to see such a beautiful and sexy woman sleeping beside him.

Even though you and Bokuto shared a good amount of intimate moments, he was still shy whenever some of your intimate parts were showing, making Bokuto immediately cover his eyes, blushing madly. He peeked a little and decided to gently return the strap to its rightful place, not wanting for him to see freely without your consent.

At first he sigh in relief, but he suddenly felt a bit fuzzy. The sight of your breasts was enough to make him feel aroused — making him as awake as ever. It was one of those moments when he craves your touch and attention. He didn’t want to wake you up just to satisfy his needs. He didn’t want to be selfish.

Bokuto didn’t know how long he was admiring your face, trying to distract himself from those lewd thoughts but his eyes widened when he saw your eyes suddenly looking straight into his, heart thumping in his chest just like the first time he saw you.

“Good morning, Bo” you greeted with a sleepy smile, rubbing your eyes.

“Good morning my sugarplum!” Bo says with a big smile on his face, quickly pulling you into him as he gives you multiple kisses on your face, making you giggle.

“Looks like you had a good night’s sleep”

You say, running your fingers through his hair that just makes Bokuto melt, puppy dog eyes instantly at the touch.

“Let’s take a shower!”

“Okay-”

You squealed as Bokuto suddenly lifts you up from the bed and carries your bridal style to the bathroom.

“You have quite the energy this morning, Bo.”

Your innocence just made him stir up even more. Oh how he wanted to get a taste of you right there.

“(Y/n)-chan. Can I ask for kisses? I have a problem” says Bokuto shyly, looking away from you with his cheeks tinted red at the request. You raised your eyebrows to what he meant by problem. As you looked down, you finally get it. You cup his cheek and caressed it with your thumb.

“Now what got you so hard early in the morning, Bo?”

“You just look so dang sexy in that nightgown.”

You could melt right there. Bokuto was being so respectful towards you as he kept closing his eyes, fighting the urge to look at your beautiful breasts. Not wanting to strain him from his needs any further, you strip off your clothes.

“Open your eyes, Bo. I’m all yours.”

From his hair being droopy to instantly back alive, Bokuto smiles and immediately stripped, instantly pulling your body onto his, kissing you passionately and moaned at the feeling of your soft breasts against his chest.

“Turn on the water baby. We’re supposed to be showering.”

You say with a giggle. Bokuto didn’t listen as he wrapped his arms around you and kept kissing you all over your face, your neck and jaw. Reaching for the knob, hot water started to shower, hitting you and Bokuto but the ace was startled, instantly jumping from his spot.

“Baby- ow!”

Your eyes widened as you saw Bokuto on the ground — he slipped. Bokuto looks at you with puppy dog eyes, pouting like a baby.

“Bo! Are you okay?”

“What the heck? Why did you turn it on?”

“You know how much I love hot water when I shower.”

A smirk then appeared on Bokuto’s face that sent shivers down your spine as Bokuto then caged you between him and the tile wall.

“Why don’t we heat things up more then?”

》 Miya Atsumu

It was one of those rare moments when you were the last one to arrive in your shared apartment with Atsumu.

“‘Tsumu?” you call for your fiancé, observing that the living room and kitchen was empty. Not hearing a response, you then went to you your shared bedroom but he wasn’t there. Hearing the sound of the shower running, it indicated that he just got home a few minutes earlier than you.

Opening the bathroom door, you could see Atsumu rinsing his hair. Hearing you enter, he turned around and beamed as he saw you.

“Welcome home, babe! Like what you see?” says Atsumu with a smug smile as he leans his arm on the wall and the other on his hips, empahasizing his naked figure. You roll your eyes at his childishness but you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What am I seeing?”

“Total hotness.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

From a smile to a frown, Atsumu gave you one of the most hurt expressions he could muster, crushing his ego.

“I’m so hurt by that babe.”

“I’m just kidding. You know I love you, ‘Tsumu.”

“Show me how much you love me then”

Atsumu remains silent as he stares at you, something dark encircling his orbs. You raised your eyebrows as he gazes at you from head to toe, checking you out in your office clothes, your tight knee length skirt that empahsizes your curves and how you purposefully let three of the buttons unbuttoned. You teased Atsumu, noticing how he has been texting you some dirty hints for the past few days. Stripping off your clothes, you then joined him inside the shower, smirking to how Atsumu kept his gaze on you, gulping to see you with no clothes on.

Atsumu leans down to your face, a smirk appearing.

“How was work baby?”

“Oh you know same old. How about you? Training must be exhausting, huh?”

You say with a smile as you felt butterflies in your stomach as Atsumu brushes his lips on yours. Your eyes widen and let out a squeak when he suddenly pulls you close and cups your butt, hands gripping on his shoulders for support.

“Oh believe me, I’m exhausted. All it takes for me to recover is some kisses.”

“I’m not that easy.”

“Oh please. You even said yes to my proposal.”

Flashbacks of Atsumu proposing to you to marry him was one of the happiest moments in your life. It still gave you butterflies to your stomach thinking about it like it was only yesterday.

Before you even get to reply, Atsumu smashes his lips onto yours, hungry for your lips. You moaned as his tongue slips in to your mouth, making Atsumu grip onto your ass even more. It was quite funny to see your fiancé desperate for you even though you two dated for a real while now. It’s like the first time you two kiss. An idea popped into your head, wanting to tease Atsumu.

“Yer so hot, (Y/N). I can’t get enough of ya.”

“Thanks babe.”

As you tilted your head to give him more room to kiss on your neck, you reached for the heater as the shower running, transitioning the temperature of the water from cold to hot hot — making Atsumu yelp and panickly turn off the shower before facing you.

“What the hell is wrong with ya?! I thought this was supposed to be sexy time!”

You laughed loudly as Atsumu’s face was beet red.

“Yer lucky yer so cute.”

》 Hinata Shoyo

Hinata Shoyo came from practice and just wanted to soak into the bathtub — wanting to relax.

“(Y/n)-chan? I’m home!”

Heading towards the door, you greeted Hinata with a kiss on the cheeks before taking of his MSBY jacket and placing it in the laundry basket for you to take care of it later.

“You look tired, sunshine. You want to take a bath?”

Hinata’s heart flutters as you addressed him by his nickname you gave for him ever since you two started dating. He loved how you call him, noticing the loving tone you put in.

“I really do. I’ll go prepare the tub now!”

Before you could even reply, Hinata hurriedly went to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He somehow felt a bit weird and he could feel his pants tightening. The wing spiker started to freak out, his face red. Wanting to get those thoughts off, he quickly took off his clothes and started to fill the tub with lukewarm water and pouring his favourite bath bomb that you introduced him to. He loves how the bath bomb makes your skin smell so good and milky smooth-

“Aahhh!”

From the kitchen, you stopped what you were doing as you heard Hinata’s scream. Alarmed, you quickly knocked on the bathroom door.

“Shoyo?! Are you okay?”

“(Y/n)-chan!”

“I’m coming in, okay?”

As you enter the bathroom, you saw Hinata already in the tub, the water still midway his hips but what caught your attention was his member making itself known, making your eyes widen.

“(Y/n)-kun! Don’t-”

“You need help with that, baby?”

Now you’ve done it. Hinata was more needy now. Hinata has been wanting to do you but he was shy to do so until the day finally came where he reached his limits.

“N-no! You don’t have-”

Hinata was in a stuttering mess as you start to strip off your clothes.

“You could’ve just asked, Shoyo. I don’t mind at all.”

You say with smile as you joined him in the tub, sitting on his lap and wrap your arms around neck.

“I-I want you, (Y/n)-chan!”

You let out a chuckle before you placed your lips onto his, Hinata instantly wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You two had quite a make out session. Without knowing where your hands were going, you accidentally turned on the shower.

“Ack! (Y/N)-chan! Why did you turn on the shower?”

The poor baby rested his face on your chest as you immediately turned off the shower. The hot water didn’t startled you as you loved and preffered that temperature to shower in but Hinata was more into cold showers.

“I’m so sorry, Shoyo! I didn’t mean to.”

“Take care of me please.”

》 Miya Osamu

You and Osamu were just hanging on the couch of your shared apartment, watching Osamu’s favourite cooking show.

“Gosh. You really don’t want to make Gordon Ramsay angry.”

Osamu hummed as placed multiple kisses on the side of your head, his muscular arms around your waist and legs tangled to yours.

It was just a lazy saturday night — with the two of you finishing 15 episodes in one sitting after eating dinner. As you lay into your boyfriend’s chest, you noticed how Osamu has been running his hand up and down your back and from time to time, he nimbled on your ear — a spot where he knows very well that you were vulnerable to, making you moan quietly. You gave into his touch and nuzzled your head further into his neck.

“‘Samu~”

“Yea baby?”

“‘Samu, I have to take a shower. It’s super late at night.”

“Can I come with?”

“It ain’t bad for the water bill so why not?”

You say with a giggle before getting up — Osamu’s eyes lingering on your fading figure, him getting a bit more needy than usual. He craved for your touch. He wanted love from you after being so busy managing Onigiri Miya.

Arriving in the bathroom, you were about to take off your clothes when Osamu caged you in between his arms, holding the sink. Your back was facing him so you look straight in the mirros with an amused smile on your face, seeing how your boyfriend nuzzled his face into your neck, shivering at his touch as you felt his warm lips and hot breath on your skin.

“Oh? Someone’s needy today.”

You say teasingly and brought a hand up to cup his cheek and lean your head back onto his shoulder, enjoying his kisses.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about ya all day.”

Smiling, you turned around and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Osamu moans as he finally got a taste of your sweet lips, his arms immediately wrapping around your bum to help you sit down on the bathroom sink. You automotive wrapped your legs around Osamu’s waist, pulling him closer which made him groan even louder.

You pulled away, butterflies in your stomach and lips swollen from the kiss. You smirk as Osamu’s eyes were furrowed, not yet contented with the contact.

“You’re getting loud, ‘Samu. The neighbors might hear.”

“Yer such a tease. Why don’t we turn on the shower then?”

You raised your arms up, gesturing for Osamu to strip you. With a smirk, Osamu takes of your shirt while you take off your shorts. It was your turn to strip Osamu from his clothes. Your eyes were blessed to see his muscular build, your boyfriend smiling proudly the way you gawked at his body — boosting his confidence.

Stepping into the shower, Osamu turned on the water heater to neutral before pinning you against the wall, finally be able to make love to you. The cold tile wall against your back makes you shiver, Osamu taking this as an advantage to find your weak spots on your neck, you biting back a moan.

“Yer so beautiful, darlin’.”

Your fingers got lost in his hair, suddenly gripping it as he hits the spot on your neck, making him more turned on.

“Hop on a count of 3. One... two... three.”

As you hopped, Osamu securely catches you, your face now level witn his. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your hands on his neck, you two shared another passionate kiss — lips moving in sync with love and lust. You wanted this intimate moment to be more steamy, making you set the heater into hot mode, the hot water making contact with Osamu’s back, making him shout and jump from his spot.

“What the fuck?! It hurts! Did you do that, baby?”

“Sorry. It just got a little bit cold. Plus, i wanted this moment to be steamy if you know what i mean” you say with an exaggerated wink.

Osamu blinks at you for a moment before letting out a laugh, throwing his head back to how cute you were. Smiling, Osamu sets you down and hugs you, kissing your forehead.

“Damn i love you.”

“I love you too, my lil’ onigiri. Now shut up and kiss me.”