#i am. so sorry if i got anything off their hair was the hardest thing for me LOL

[superbellsubways]

fish that says hiii .maybe

hey @cephalonheadquarters

[mynameismckenziemae]

Take it right there

Jake ‘Hangman ‘ Seresin x You

This was written for #leahsgalentinesdayspecial (put on by @ohtobeleah thank you!)

Song: Like a Wrecking Ball by Eric Church

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, unprotected p in v, talks of spanking, masturbation, teasing…I think that’s it, let me know if missed anything!

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They say the first year of marriage is the hardest. This is true for you and Jake, but not for the reasons one may think.

Living together wasn’t the problem; you’d shared an apartment for 18 months before he proposed. It wasn’t combining and sharing finances either; you each contribute fairly and spend wisely.

The hardest part is that Jake has been deployed for 3 and a half months out of your 4-month marriage.

The wedding had been perfect; it was everything you dreamed of. The honeymoon was even better. Just thinking about what the two of you got up to in your room, the private pool, the cabana at the beach, the cramped bathroom of the glass bottom boat…sends a shiver down your spine and an echoing heat between your thighs.

But just a short week after you got back, Jake was called out with no ETA given. You had just gotten the keys to the fixer-upper you bought and weren’t even all the way moved in when Jake got the call that Sunday morning.

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“Sweetheart?”

“Please don’t tell me that was Simpson and you’re getting called out. Please?” You whine, dropping the paintbrush you’re holding back in the tray.

“How’d you know?” He asks, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“I could hear it wasn’t good by your voice,” you murmur, leaning into him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to go either. I’ve got some good news though. We don’t leave until Tuesday morning and Simpson gave me and the rest of the squad off until then. They’re already on their way over to help us get the rest of the house cleaned up and painted so we can get everything else moved in and set up before I’m gone,” he murmurs against your neck before trailing up to your ear.

“No, they don’t have to do that, I’m sure they’ve got other things to-oh,” you sigh as he nips your earlobe and presses his hard-on into your short-clad bottom.

“I didn’t even have to ask, sweetheart. Roo was texting the group chat before I even got off the phone,” he assures you.

“But-“ you protest but he interrupts.

“No ‘buts’ about it, Mrs. Seresin. They’re already on their way. Now shush or I’ll spank yours before they get here,” he jokingly threatens, patting your butt and stepping away.

“Mhmm, sure,” you tease, calling his bluff.

You smile at his sharp inhale.

“You think I’m kidding?”

You gasp when he grabs your ponytail and pulls you back against him.

“Bend over that step ladder and I’ll show you how serious I am,” he says lowly, sucking a bruise behind your ear before he pushes you toward it.

But you’re saved by the bell; the doorbell that is.

“Oh no, that’s too bad. They’re here,” you smile at him smugly as you turn to answer the front door, but he grabs your wrist with a dark chuckle as you walk past.

“You’re not off the hook that easy, sweetheart. You know what I do to naughty girls. After tonight, you’re gonna think of me every time you sit down for the first few days that I’m gone.”

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He wasn’t kidding. But you love pushing his buttons until he does something about it

You cried when he left that Tuesday morning, like every other deployment but this one just hurt more; popping the bubble of your newly wedded bliss.

In the time he was gone, there were a handful of rushed calls, texts here and there, and two video chats; one that was private and so hot, the other in his shared bunk so you keep it appropriate, kind of.

“Hey, sweetheart. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Jake says, eyes widening when he sees you. You’ve got your phone propped up while you’re sitting on the bathroom vanity in just a bathrobe, hair wet around your shoulders. “Just a heads up, Bradshaw’s in here. Whatcha doing up there?”

“Hey baby, just painting my nails. Does that mean I have to behave?” You lift your head to look at him with a smirk.

Jake nods as Bradley shouts, “No! Tease him, honey, make him pay for leaving you!”

You laugh. “Miss you, Roo.”

“Miss you too!”

You tell Jake about your day and then about the work you’ve done around the house, shaking your head when he asks to see it. “I want it to be a surprise.”

“Alright, can’t wait to see it. And you,” Jake sighs.

“I can’t either,” you reply, keeping your voice even as you slide your robe off your shoulders, baring your naked chest. “Any word on how much longer?”

He doesn’t answer, too distracted by you as you spread your legs and dip your fingers between.

“Jake?” You ask again.

He snaps out of it when your fingers stop. “What? No, sorry. Haven’t heard anything yet.”

“Damn. Hopefully not too much longer,” your eyes fall close as you push two fingers in, rubbing your clit with the heel of your palm.

His face flushes red as he watches you quietly bring yourself to orgasm; talking about the new restaurant you want to try, without bringing any attention to what you’re doing.

His expression turns pained when you lick your fingers clean in between telling him about what kitchen cabinets you want.

“5 minute warning guys,” Rooster’s voice filters through the phone.

The warning is nice but the moment is gone.

“Love you, sweetheart, hopefully be home soon.”

“I hope so. Love you too.”

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That was 2 weeks ago and you are sick of waiting. Fed up. Finished. Done.

Sighing, you look at your ugly kitchen cabinets and get the perfect idea for your frustration.

You smile as you bring the heavy sledgehammer in from the garage, but just as you’re about to bring it above your head, you hear Jake’s voice.

“Sweetheart?”

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You drop the sledgehammer to the floor before you run into his open arms.

His back hits the wall when he stumbles back a few steps from the momentum.

“Sorry,” he murmurs against your lips as a picture frame shatters, knocked off the wall by his shoulder.

“You can buy me a new one tomorrow, I just need you to fuck me,” you pull back from his lips to latch onto his neck.

His head hits the wall as you mark up his neck. “Let’s…bedroom?” He pants.

You nod your head and hum in agreement but make no move to climb off him.

He drops you on the bed when he finally reaches the bedroom, unbuttoning his pants as you slip your leggings off and you’re pulling him on top of you before he can kick his off his ankles.

“Wait, I wanna taste you, get you ready,” he protests as you rub the head of his cock through your arousal.

“I’m ready. I’ve been ready for the past 105 days,” you whine, hands each gripping a handful of his ass and pulling him into you.

“Fuckkkkkk,” he groans as he breaches you, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“So big,” you whimper when he’s finally all the way in.

“Doing so good, sweetheart,” he pants against your neck, giving you a moment to adjust before pulling out just to push back in, again and again with deep, steady thrusts.

The bed begins to creak as he fucks you at a punishing pace, mingling with the sounds of your shared pleasure.

“More, Jake! Please, I’m so close,” you plead, fingers digging into the thick muscles of his back.

His hips stutter at the bite of pain but he recovers, tilting his hips so that his pubic bone brushes your clit with each stroke.

“C’mon, be my good girl, get there for me,” he begs.

A broken cry rips from your throat as your orgasm crashes into you, triggering Jake’s release. He cums with a low groan, painting your insides white.

A few minutes go by before he lifts his head to press a kiss to your lips. “I love y-oh shit!”

There’s a loud crack and all of a sudden the mattress is on the floor.

Jakes's wide eyes meet yours before you both burst into laughter.

The bedframe broke.

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Jake helps you get cleaned up before helping you to your feet.

“So, what were you planning on doing with that sledgehammer?”

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A/N: I hope y’all like it ☺️🥴

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[starkwlkr]

we’ll always have paris | cillian murphy

2007

Paris was nice. Y/n loved it. She was currently in the city of love for a movie premiere for her film ‘Atonement’. Even after attending many premieres, she still got nervous. One of her top fears was falling in front of all the photographers.

“You look great.” Y/n heard the Scottish accent that belonged to James McAvoy. She turned around and saw James in a suit. They were currently in the same elevator going down.

“Thanks, so do you.” Y/n replied. Immediately James noticed how nervous she was.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you don’t fall. And if you do then I’ll fall with you.” He smiled.

“Thanks, James.” Y/n returned the smile. She felt better. Soon enough, the camera flashes were blinding her and shouts of photographers were the only thing she could hear. She’ll admit, she could never really get used to the bright flashes or the constant shouting of her name, but she would be forever grateful for the memories and opportunities.

As she made her way to the end of the carpet where James was waiting for her. She was slightly confused since James had said that he would meet her in the theater fifteen minutes ago. She approached him, ready to ask him why he decided to stay back, but she didn’t get the chance to do so.

“I need you to come with me, it’s rather important.” James said, but Y/n could barely hear him.

“What?” Y/n asked, but James grabbed her hand and led her to the building where the movie was going to play, except they didn’t go straight into the theater, James made a turn and led Y/n to a quieter spot. “What is going on? We have to be inside soon!” She tried her hardest to keep up in her dress and heels.

“Do you trust me?” James stopped walking and faces her. Y/n nodded. “Good then you’ll thank me later and many years from now too.”

What does that even mean?

James continued with Y/n by his side until he got to an empty theater. He stopped at the double doors. “Alright, so . . . don’t worry about the premiere for a while. I can only stall for maybe an hour or thirty minutes, but still enjoy those minutes. Also you look good, hair is amazing, no lipstick in your teeth, you’re more than good.”

Y/n was beyond confused. What was James even saying?

“Stop right there. What’s going on? Please just tell me,” Y/n asked. “Is this like a surprise? Because I really don’t like surprises and I’m horrible with reactions to surprises.”

“It might be a surprise, but i promise you this is a good one so just go on in and forget you’re even at the premiere of your own movie that everyone is waiting to see!”

“That is not helping.”

But Y/n still went into the empty theater anyways. It was more curiosity than anything. As she entered, she saw that the theater wasn’t completely empty or dark.

“Hi.” She said, catching the attention of the man seated in the middle of the theater.

“I thought you forgot about me,” Cillian stood up from his seat. “you didn’t call, I thought I scared you off.”

“You didn’t! Sorry, I just . . . I didn’t really remember where I had put your number and I thought you were only being nice because I was drunk,” She admitted. “are you here for the premiere or filming?”

“I just wanted to see you.”

Holy shit, I think I am about to pass out

“You wanted to see . . me?”

“Is that surprising? I enjoyed our limited time together. I’m actually supposed be in filming, but I decided that Paris was a good little last minute trip. I made a few calls.” Cillian had come up to her.

“So you’re the reason why James was being so weird. I should’ve known.” She chuckled.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t want anyone to interrupt us and this seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I’m realizing that you probably want to be seated in the theater to watch-” Y/n stopped him.

“So, how are you liking Paris? This is only my second time being here.”

And in that moment, Cillian swore he fell more in love with her, the way she talked, how focused she was, but most of all, he loved the way his name sounded coming from her lips. It was like a sweet melody that he couldn’t get enough of.

“Cillian.”

For the next half hour, Y/n had completely forgotten about the premiere.

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[kairiscorner]

question of the day: who would fall the hardest if they ever fell in love?

well... i've got 4 candidates in mind, and i think... (2/4)

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miles morales. — guilty of falling hard for you.

summary: he didn't think it'd happen so soon... well, love always takes place in the most unexpected places and times, no? pairing: miles 1610 x gn!reader genre: fluff !!

miles morales believed he was never one to fall easily, to fall first, or to fall... hard; but you helped him realize that he, in fact, was all of those things. the moment he met you was the moment he realized what he wanted, who he wanted, in life. you were the one who made sense of his life, the one who opened his eyes to the person he wants to be with, and you were the first person to ever want to be more than a stranger that captivated his whole heart and soul this way--you were special, and always will be to him.

miles morales is literally the sweetest boy you've ever met; he acts like he could be anyone's friend, anyone's brother, anyone's cousin–he gets along with nearly everybody, and that's the nicest part about him to you. he's always so friendly with everyone, especially towards you–a stranger he just met today.

miles morales started off as a stranger, started off as this cute, yet lost, looking boy to you that you stumbled upon at a busiest part of the campus. you were both new kids, and you were both incredibly lost, and weren't looking where either of you were going.

miles morales bumped into you by accident–it was practically a collision, actually. you two crashed into each other and were seeing stars, with him apologizing that he bumped into you in the first place. "sorry, i wasn't... wasn't looking, ow..." he groaned out as his once blurry vision cleared and he caught glimpses of your face.

miles morales he didn't know what to say at first, or how to even say anything to such a... a perfect person. he didn't feel worthy of being spoken to, being apologized to the same way he did to you.

miles morales was caught in his own world, drowning and getting lost in the vast expanse of your beautifully colored irises, the length of your eyelashes, the shape of your nose, the way your eyebrows crinkled in pain at the impact--the way your voice captures his attention with how sonorous and captivating it is; and the way the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck rise up at the feeling of your gentle, supple flesh of your hands against his is.

miles morales pulls away from your touch, he accidentally picked up your books instead of his; his mind is a mess right now since, wow, it's been a long, long while since he's felt this way. he actually doesn't even remember if... he's felt this way for anybody before you, and it's crazy because... he's never known you existed until now. "sorry! sorry, um, i'm... wow, am i such a klutz. here, lemme help you, for real this time." he said with a chuckle as he handed you his books and picked his own books off the ground.

miles morales thought helping you out, flashing you a smile, and apologizing to you would be the end of it, because who would spend extra time chatting with a stranger who bumped into you? well, apparently, you would. as he began to walk away, you instinctively reached out and held him by the arm--that sent sparks flying from his chest and a heat creeping up his face as he turned to look at you.

miles morales couldn't believe you'd really stop him in his tracks to properly thank him. he's had his fair share of strangers that never end up in his life again after that one chance encounter he's had with them. he's gone through many people in his life, doing things for them and them doing things for him, and he always thanks them, but hardly ever gets thanks--especially like this. he doesn't know how to feel about it, he isn't sure on how to feel about it; it's so new to him... and he's craving for more of you, to know you even more from the inside out.

miles morales is a stuttering, flustered mess. a smile is drawn on that innocent, loving face of his that isn't sure of how to react; surprised, taken aback, or... grateful? grateful that you were kind and patient enough to consider the person behind the kind act and thank him. "i-it's nothing, really! i'm always happy to help such a pretty-- um..." 'crap, i slipped.'

miles morales is wincing at him slipping up and admitting that, yes, he found you very adorable, attractive, though you were both strangers--and... he wants to get to know you even more, badly. he craves to be your friend, but he didn't think you'd want to--you were both strangers to begin with, but... maybe this is his chance to show you just how much sweeter he can be the more you get to know him, he's already taken a liking (understatement, really) to you.

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[kikimurphys]

Behind Closes Doors (Part 8)

Pairing: Cillian x Y/N

Warnings: Smut

Much to your luck, you hadn't crossed paths with him on set, and you busied yourself steaming the dresses and suits the actors needed for their scenes and sewing beads back onto a skirt that had ripped. By lunchtime, you were exhausted.

When you got out of work, you headed to your apartment after picking up some take-out tacos. You had been craving something spicy all day. Once inside your apartment, you took off your heels and flopped onto the couch, legs up. They were swollen from having to stand in heels all day. "Ugh, why do I insist on dressing up? I always forget how pregnant I am," you muttered to yourself. And they weren’t even that high, to be honest.

After you finished eating, you placed the dishes in the sink and got yourself a glass of juice. God, you were so in the mood for a drink right now after the day you had. You had managed to not think about Cillian all afternoon, at least not as much as you used to.

Just as you stepped into your bedroom to change into your pajamas, the doorbell rang. You froze. Who could it be at this hour? You glanced at the clock—8:45 PM. With a sigh, you put your glass down and walked to the door, hoping it wasn’t anyone who would demand too much of your time. You were really tired and began to feel hot in your long-sleeved dress, all you wanted was to go to bed. You peeked through the peephole, standing on your tiptoes, and your breath caught in your throat.

Cillian stood there, looking as disheveled and tense as you felt. God, you had totally forgotten to text him back. Your first instinct was to ignore it, pretend you weren’t home, but you knew he wouldn’t leave that easily. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

“Cillian,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “What are you doing here?”

He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of worry and determination. “We need to talk,” he said simply.

You stepped aside to let him in, closing the door behind him. You led him to the living room, where you both sat down, the tension between you palpable.

“I’ve been trying to reach you,” he began, his voice soft but insistent. “You didn't respond to my text.”

“I’ve been busy,” you replied, avoiding his gaze.

Cillian nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Look. I’m sorry. I was an asshole this morning. I can't even begin to imagine the amount of pressure you are under, and I feel terrible that you felt like you had to hide the fact you are pregnant from me, or to even think that I wouldn’t be a part of her life, or… yours.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the flood of emotions his words stirred up. “I thought it would be easier if I just handled everything on my own. You have your own life, and I didn’t want to complicate things for you. You didn’t have to leave her.”

He reached to hold your hands in his. “The thing is, I wasn’t happy with her. Leaving you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. “Why did you do it then?” you asked quietly, confusion and sadness in your voice.

“I don’t know,” he looked away. “I thought I was doing the right thing... and I ended up hurting the one person I didn't want to hurt, and I'm terribly sorry about it.”

“You did hurt me, Cill,” you stopped and sniffed as you began to feel tears well up in your eyes. “I was so confused when you dumped me, and then when you got back with Siobhan… I felt like I meant nothing to you. It was like you just erased everything we had.”

Cillian’s grip on your hands tightened, his eyes pleading. “I never wanted to erase us. I was scared and I made a mistake, a terrible mistake. I was genuinely happy when I was with you. Please believe me, I want to be with you. I want to be with our daughter. You are the one I want.”

“Do you mean that?” You were shocked by his confession. Did he really feel the same as you? You had convinced yourself that you didn’t mean anything to him more than sex and a good time.

“Yeah,” he responded quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached out to cup your cheek with his hand and gently wiped away a tear. “I love you, Y/N. And now that we have this baby on the way,” he stopped and placed a hand on your bump. You felt your baby move at his touch. “I don’t ever want to let you go again.”

Love? Did he say love?

“But what about your family? Your life? I mean—” You were still unsure and couldn’t believe his words.

“None of it means anything without you,” he said, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m ready to tell everyone about us, about our daughter. I want to give you the place you deserve in my life. No more hiding, no more secrets.”

His words washed over you, soothing the doubts and fears that had been swirling in your mind. You searched his eyes for any sign of insincerity but found only earnestness and love.

He leaned closer and gently pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was tender, his hands holding your face in place, while your arms reached up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. You could feel the warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart against your chest.

As the kiss deepened, you suddenly pulled away, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. "Promise me," you said softly, locking eyes with him.

"What?" he asked quietly, his gaze searching yours.

"Promise me that you won't break my heart again," you pleaded, your voice tinged with vulnerability.

Cillian's expression softened, his fingers brushing gently against your cheek. "I promise you, Y/N," he replied solemnly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I won't ever leave you again. I love you."

He leaned in to kiss you again, this time with more passion and eagerness. Your lips moved in sync, tongues intertwining as the intensity of your desire for each other grew. Feeling his hands grip your hips, he swiftly pulled you into his lap. Straddling him, you felt the immediate rush of heat between your legs. “I love you too,” you murmured between kisses, your hands finding their way into his hair, pulling him closer to you. His hands began to caress your legs, running up and down as your dress bunched up at your hips. Every touch sent a shiver down your spine, heightening your arousal. Through your dampened panties, you could feel his growing erection press against you.

“I've missed you,” he said as his hands moved to your breasts, massaging them through the fabric of your dress, and he began to trail kisses down your neck to your cleavage. You let out a moan and began to grind against him, your need for him growing more intense with each passing second.

“I missed your moans,” he murmured, his hands moving to the hem of your dress, lifting it up. You raised your arms, allowing him to pull it over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties. He took a moment to admire your body in the dim lighting of the room, his eyes filled with desire and adoration.

"I missed you too." You leaned in to give him another passionate kiss, your hands roaming over his back. He reached to unclasp your bra, and you shivered at the sensation of his fingers against your skin. The bra fell away, and his hands immediately found your breasts, kneading them gently.

You arched your back, pressing closer to him, feeling the heat of his body through the fabric of his clothes. Your hands moved to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons in your eagerness to feel his skin against yours. Finally, you managed to undo his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Your hands explored his freckled chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. He groaned softly at your touch, his hands moving down your torso and resting on your bump. The sight of your growing stomach turned him on even more. His hands reached your panties, and his fingers slipped under the fabric, beginning to massage your wet pussy.

"You're so wet," he said between kisses.

“Just for you,” you breathed out, craving his touch. He entered a finger, and a gasp escaped your lips as he began to trail kisses down your cleavage to your breasts, teasing and nibbling your nipples.

Your eyes closed, your mouth open from the ecstasy. “Ah, I missed how you make me feel.” The sensation was everything you had been wanting. You had been so horny the last few weeks and were more sensitive than usual due to your pregnancy.

“And how do I make you feel?” he asked playfully, his breath hot on your skin. Adding another finger, he pumped in and out of you slowly as his mouth continued to work its magic on your breasts. The combination of his skilled fingers and the warmth of his mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. You held onto his shoulders, rocking your hips against his hand, seeking more friction, more of him.

“Oooh, so good,” you whined, throwing your head back, your face contorted with pleasure.

He reached up to kiss you, his free hand cupping your breast and his thumb playing with your nipple as he devoured your mouth, swallowing your moans.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped. Your movements became more erratic as you rode his hand. He curled his fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot. "Come for me, baby," he whispered, his voice low and commanding.

The intensity of his words and the rhythm of his fingers pushed you over the edge. You clutched onto him, your body trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over you. “Oh my god!” Your cries of pleasure filled the room, your nails digging into his shoulders as you came hard around his fingers. He held you through it, his fingers never stopping until you were completely spent.

Breathless and trembling, you collapsed against him, your forehead resting on his shoulder. He gently withdrew his fingers, his other hand softly stroking your hair. “You’re incredible,” he whispered.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you laughed, looking up and meeting his eyes. You leaned in to kiss him, your lips lingering on his, full of desire and affection.

With one hand still tangled in his hair, you reached down with the other to cup his erection through his pants. He was rock hard, and a low groan escaped his lips at your touch. His hand roamed down your back, grabbing your ass and giving it a little squeeze before he took your arms and placed them on his shoulders. With a swift motion, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you effortlessly and walked to your bedroom.

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@mamawiggers1980 @xsweetcatastrophe @thistheivyseason @galactict3a

[itsscromp]

Hello, I'm the anon that asked for something with Venom and anxious reader. I really liked it. I want to ask again for something that has been in my head.

Venom who bonds to reader who already isn't a very strong host and is battling a very bad ailment. With venom in their body he helps strengthen them against the disease. But they end up having a fight and venom leaves when his host can't sustain him. Only to end up feeling bad and missing them, so he comes back only to find their condition has severely worsened and they might not make it.

Sorry if it's a little long, but I really love what you do, keep doing it! ♥️

Venom x reader

Hello again anon, I'm so glad you enjoyed your request, Thank you for requesting again, Venom would do anything for his host. No matter what. Also a slight warning that if anything isn't accurate or correct, please don't hesitate to let me know :D Word count:1K

The past year has been absolute hell for you, You were diagnosed with leukemia, And over the year you were put through chemotherapy and underwent a lot of radiation, But the disease only spread rapidly and increased to stage 2, But that was when you met venom.

You became his host, You were amazed when he used his powers to do something about your cancer. And to the doctor's shock, you gained your strength back. In fact, you never felt better in your life. Going now 6 months without radiation or medication, your hair even grew back. But you remembered you had to help sustain venom as much as you could. But there was only so much your body could take. Yes, venom helped with your cancer, but only stopped it from progressing further. So you were still feeling the pain of it all whenever you tried to find any bad guys to help Venom.

While he was sympathetic at first, over time he grew increasingly frustrated over the lack of progress in finding bad guys to help sustain him.

"You said I could eat bad guys !!!!" He bit into your couch.

"Look I'm trying but theirs only so much that I can take to go and look through the entire city for you !!" you rubbed your face in frustration as he looked at you.

"Bullshit, This disease is only holding our potential together back, You should be lucky that I am helping you" He growled in frustration.

"Oh yeah ?? Says the parasite who got kicked off his own freaking planet !!!" you yelled at him.

'Parasite !!!" He yelled and headbutted you, breaking your nose. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, please let me fix it." He then healed your nose. "So I can break it again !!!" Headbutting and breaking your nose again.

"Fuck you !!!" You grabbed his head and slammed it on the coffee table.

A fight ensued with you two as things were thrown, venom tossing you around the apartment and slamming you against the wall. When he then trapped you on the ceiling, You reached for the smoke alarm and activated it, Sending a high frequency to him, Causing him to leap out of your body.

"Stuff this !!" He jumped out and infected another person, transforming them.

"No !!" You shouted as you saw him.

"Yeah !!" He flipped you off as he jumped off, He didn't need you, not at all. You couldn't sustain him.

But with you no longer his host, You grew deeply worried with thoughts running around your mind about your cancer. He helped slow it down. But he's gone, You were starting to shake with anxiety with what could happen now.

A week later venom was feeling bummed, He was starting to miss you, He was also starting to feel guilty for yelling at you. He knew you were trying your hardest. And he knew you didn't mean to call him a parasite. The guilt in him continued to consume him until he couldn't take it any longer. While still with his new host, he took control and headed back to your apartment. Knocking a few times but to no answer, this made him worried. So he knocked on your next-door neighbour's door which she answered.

"Excuse me ma'am, but do you know what happened to the person in that apartment ??" He pointed to your door.

"Oh... Y/n... I'm sorry but they're in hospital" she answered sadly.

"What ?? Why ??" Venom was in complete shock.

"I think their cancer got worse..."

"Which hospital did they go to ??" He asked, he needed to get to you.

"San Francisco State I believe" She answered .

With that, venom was on a mission, Taking the host's car and then driving like a mad symbiote to the hospital, his best friend was super sick now, and it was his fault...

"I'm coming y/n..."

He found the hospital and passed himself onto a doctor who was finishing his lunch break and went to the receptionist.

"I need the room for y/n l/n" He asked

"They are in the cancer unit, Room D12" The receptionist said.

He nodded and went on his way, Finding the cancer unit and then room D12, He opened the door to find you and hooked up to many machines. lying in bed unconscious as the nurse took some measurements and fixed your IV drip.

"How's they're condition looking ??" He asked, trying to sound like a doctor.

"It increased to stage 3, I don't think they'll have at least 2 days to live" The nurse said sadly.

2 days... no... venom needed to fix this, He needed your help. Once the nurse left , he joined her, but as he then closed the door, venom leaped out of his body and slithered his way up your bed, nearing your hand.

"Y/n... I don't know if you can hear me at all... But I'm going to make it better. I promise you, I'm really sorry for the fight, Let me fix it" He said to you sadly.

Soon he began to wreath into your body, determined to fight your cancer for you. With all his might he looked for the the cancer cells and cleared them out. Until they're was nothing left.

Your heart rate picked up as you got better and better. Eventually, you woke up. Back in the hospital room.

"Easy y/n... I got us" Venom softly said to you.

"Venom ??" You said weakly.

"Yes, It Is me... Y/n, I am so sorry for yelling at you, and for tossing you around the apartment..."

"No... I deserved it... I didn't keep my end of the bargain... So you had every right" Tears filled your eyes as the guilt consumed you too. "I'm sorry for calling you parasite" As your tears fall, small tentacles wreathed out your face and wiped them away.

"Cheer up ol' pal. Everything is gonna get better like they always do." Making you chuckle.

Venom would have your back through thick and thin. When life is at its most cloudiest. Darkest, He would be there to brighten it up again, just by being Venom. You wouldn't want anything else.

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Expeditious - Part 3

This wasn't how Emily had seen her quiet, low-key, wedding day going.

Part 1, Part 2

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Hi friends,

I finally got round to writing the 3rd and final part of this fic, and the team finally meet the baby and find out that Emily and Aaron got married in secret.

Please let me know what you think <3

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Words: 2.4k

Warnings: Mentions of a baby in hospital, nothing in detail

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

It’s the longest week of Emily’s life. 

Being discharged from hospital whilst her baby wasn’t, having to leave her behind as both her doctor and Aaron insisted she needed to recover herself, was the hardest thing she’d ever done. It outweighed everything she’d ever been through, anxiety simmering under her skin in a way it hadn’t even when she was newly with Ian, sure he’d catch her out at any given moment. She visited the hospital every day, hours passing her by as she sat next to Molly’s tiny little bed or with her asleep on her chest. 

Leaving never got any easier, an actual ache in her chest when she and Aaron were told it was time to go, as if her heart had been carved out, a hollow hole that was full of grief for the experience she’d wanted. For the birth she’d planned for and the precious first few days with her little girl that hadn’t been anything like what she’d hoped for. Emily could barely look in the nursery, the room still unused. The only new thing that had been put in there in the last week was a big box of preemie diapers that Aaron had bought in preparation for when they finally had their little girl with them. 

She sighs as she sits back on the couch, the house is almost painfully quiet, the mechanical sound of her breast pump the only thing she can hear. It always felt like another gut punch, another reminder that none of this had been what she’d wanted it to be. At 3 am she should be feeding her daughter, not sitting on her couch pumping so she could take the milk into the hospital in the morning, so she could keep her supply up for when Molly did come home. 

“Em?”

She smiles softly at Aaron as he walks into the room, looking adorably rumbled, his hair pointing in every direction as he rubs his eyes. He’d been her rock through all of this, his own concerns and anxiety pushed down so he could look after her. It wasn’t the start to marriage that either of them had expected, their newlywed bliss very short-lived after she went into labour at their celebratory lunch. He’d taken everything in his stride - her misplaced anger that meant she’d snapped at him when he didn’t deserve it, how he had to convince her to leave the hospital every day, her resistance breaking both of their hearts simultaneously. 

It was proof she hadn’t needed that he was the person she wanted to spend her life with. That he was her port in a storm just as she was his. They supported each other through the hard, unprecedented thing, and she couldn’t imagine wanting to walk through the rest of her days with anyone other than him. 

“Hi,” she says quietly, not wanting to risk waking up Jack. The little boy hadn’t been able to meet his little sister yet, and she knew he was worried, constantly asking her questions about Molly that made her want to cry, her voice cracking as she held him close, “Sorry, did I wake you?” 

He shakes his head and sits next to her, “No, I just wanted to check you were okay.” 

She smiles sadly at him and shrugs, “As well as anyone who is pumping at 3 am to keep their supply up can be,” she says, her voice coming out more biting than she had intended it to. 

He sighs at the sarcasm in her voice, and he places his hand on her thigh, squeezing tightly, “Sweetheart.” 

She blows out a breath and nods, closing her eyes as she places her hand over his and links their fingers together, “Sorry, honey. I…” 

She drifts off and he leans in to kiss the side of her head, lingering there for a moment to breathe her in, “I know,” he says, kissing her again before he pulls back, “It’s okay.” 

She nods and clears her throat, emotion she hadn’t been able to escape in the week since her daughter was born climbing up her throat, “I miss her. I just…I want her here.” 

He’s careful as he wraps his arms around her, not wanting to knock the pump and cause her pain, and she sinks into him, seeking out the comfort she was always able to find with him.

“I know, me too,” he says, swallowing thickly to push his own rising emotions down, knowing that she needed him to hold her together right now. It was so often the other way around. “But, you know what they said yesterday, if she has no issues overnight we can bring her home today.” 

She smiles and nods, her eyes watering as she releases a wet chuckle, “Let’s hope your genes kick in and she stays out of trouble.” 

He laughs and tucks some of her hair behind her ear, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead, “Hey, my little Molly is perfect,” he says, his smile turning into a soft smirk, “Besides, based on some conversations with your mother, I think the troublemaking won’t kick in until she’s a teenager.” 

She scoffs and narrows her eyes at him playfully, “She’ll be perfect even then,” she says, and then her smile slips, the gravity of the situation kicking back in, “I never thought I’d want to be sleep-deprived. I’m so excited to have her here.” 

“Me too, sweetheart,” he says, catching a tear that escapes her lashline, “And when she’s home she can finally meet Jack and all of her aunts and uncles who are excited to meet her.” 

Emily nods and leans her forehead against his, “And then maybe we can finally tell them we’re married.” 

It was something they’d decided together. Emotions were heightened as it was, the stress of having a newborn in the hospital enough without having to add anything else on top of it. The team hadn’t asked any questions beyond ways they could help them, any concern about why Emily and Aaron had asked them to all gather at Dave’s gone the moment they realised the baby had come early. They’d understood that they needed space and took it in turns leaving casseroles and, in Penelope’s case, enough baked goods to stock a bakery on their porch. 

She was excited to tell her friends that they’d been married a week already, but she was anxious about their reactions, well aware that even the tiniest negative response would make her cry. 

“Things will be fine, Em,” he assures her, almost as if he was reading her mind, “And if they say anything I’ll throw them out.” 

She chuckles and reaches up to card her fingers through his hair, trying to flatten it, “My hero.” 

He stamps a kiss against her lips, “Do you want me to get you a snack or something to drink?” 

She smiles and nods, “I’d love that. But in a little while, okay?” She says, resting her head on his shoulder, “I want to sit here for a bit.” 

He rests his cheek against the top of her head, “We can sit here as long as you want, sweetheart.” 

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Molly is home for five days before the team comes over. 

A part of Emily wanted a little more time, but she knew her friends were itching to meet her little girl. She’d appreciated the last few days getting used to having her little girl at home, enjoying watching Jack marvel at his little sister, the boy obsessed with everything she did, and she was excited to see her friends, the family she’d found in the most unlikely of places, love her daughter. 

She’s changing her into a clean onesie, her heart clenching at the sight of her little girl, of how tiny she looked in the lion covered piece of clothing. It was strange to think she should still be pregnant, that she should still be three weeks away from meeting Molly, from finding out that she was having a daughter. As much as she wished things could have been different, that Molly’s start to life had been a little smoother, she couldn’t imagine not already knowing her. Not knowing that she had her nose, or that she had a head full of dark hair. That she preferred falling asleep in Emily’s arms but found Aaron’s voice soothing. It meant most of their nights were spent sitting up in bed, Molly against Emily’s chest as Aaron told her a watered down version of her parent’s love story. 

She smiles when she hears the doorbell ring as she finishes doing up the onesie and she picks up Molly, cradling the tiny baby against her chest. 

“That’s going to be your aunts and uncles, sweet girl,” she says, kissing the side of her head, breathing in the scent that never failed to make her feel at ease, “They are so excited to meet you,” she kisses her head again and starts to walk towards the nursery door to head downstairs, “Just to warn you, your Aunt Pen probably has some very pink and shiny things for you to wear.” 

She smiles when she makes it to the top of the stairs just as Aaron makes it to the front door. He turns to look at her and winks before he opens the front door. 

It’s suddenly very loud, every member of the team talking at once as they walk into the house, hugging Aaron excitedly as they look around for her and the baby. When she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she’s barely got her feet on the ground before they all turn and look at her. Penelope gasps and steps towards them.

“Oh look at her,” she exclaims, “She’s so tiny.” 

Emily smiles proudly and turns Molly to face her friends, “She’s already gained 14 ounces since she was born,” she says, smiling as Penelope steps closer again, “She’s a big girl now.” 

“Can I hold her?” Penelope asks, her hands already reaching out. 

“Yes, but hand sanitiser first,” Aaron says, already holding the big bottle he’d bought at the pharmacy and directing the team to all hold their hands out, a stern look on his face that usually belonged in the office. 

Emily playfully rolls her eyes at her husband as he pumps some of the gel into their palms and she makes eye contact with JJ. She pats Molly’s back when she starts to fuss and she starts to walk towards the living room.  

“Since she’s still meant to be cooking we have to be extra cautious,” she says softly, “The last thing we want is for her to go back to the hospital.” 

“That’s totally understandable,” Penelope says, putting her hands out for some of the sanitiser. She finally looks at Aaron, tearing her gaze away from the baby, and her eyes fall on his hands. She gasps and wraps her around his wrist and pulls his left hand closer, her eyes wide as she realises what she’s looking at, “Is this a wedding ring?” 

The room falls into silence and Emily has to suppress a smile as Aaron’s eyes briefly go wide, his plan to take off his ring so he didn’t give the game away so early something he had clearly forgotten in his sleep deprived haze. 

“Yes,” she says, walking over and standing next to her husband, smiling up at him when he wraps his arm around her, his other hand over hers on Molly’s back, “We got married.” 

“When?” Dave asks, his eyebrows furrowed as he crosses his arms over his chest, a look on his face that lets Emily know he was trying to figure out what signs he may have missed. 

Emily looks up at Aaron and nods, their conversation brief and silent before he squeezes her hip. 

“It’s what we were doing the day Molly was born,” he says, running his thumb back and forth over his wife’s hipbone, “We were having lunch when Emily’s labour started.”

“So the dinner at Dave’s house?” Derek asks, looking back and forth between them curiously.

“Was when we were going to tell you,” Emily confirms, her chest tight as she thinks about what happened that day, how it would always be a mixture of the best and the scariest day of her life, “But then this one decided she wanted to join in on the fun, and everything changed.” 

“Why didn’t you invite us?” Penelope asks, any joy she’d had at seeing Molly for the first time replaced by sadness, “Did you not want us there?” 

Emily sighs, feeling her own tumultuous emotions start to bubble in her stomach and she clears her throat, “Of course we did Pen,” she says, “It’s just…it was something we wanted. Just for us.” 

JJ smiles and steps forward, always the first to bridge gaps, the peacekeeper that the team would sink without, “I can understand that,” she says, holding out her arms and smiling as Emily eases Molly into them, “Especially since you were pregnant with this gorgeous little girl. Wedding planning is stressful enough.” 

“Exactly,” Emily sighs, relaxing into Aaron as he wraps his arms around her properly, as if he knew she needed holding in place so she didn’t reach forward and grab their baby back from their friends, “Although because I went into labour I wouldn’t say we ended up avoiding stress.” 

The team all gather around JJ and look at the baby in her arms, all of them arguing about who got to hold her next apart from Spencer who looked terrified at the prospect of it. 

“If you think you’ve got away with not having a wedding party you’re crazy by the way,” Penelope says, looking up at them, her eyebrow raised as she turns to look at Dave, “We’ll talk.” 

“Why do I always host these things?” he asks, furrowing his brow jokingly. 

“Because you live in a mansion…” 

Aaron turns to Emily and kisses the side of her head, lowering his voice so only she can hear him whilst the others carry on as if they weren’t in the room, their voices fading into the background as he focuses on his wife. “What are the chances we’ll have any choice in this matter?” 

“Zero,” she replies, turning her head to kiss his jaw, “But honestly this is the best we could have hoped for.” 

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Here's a little breakdown of my personal relationship/non-relationship with various types of aesthetic self-modification (?, I feel like there might be a word or at least a more elegant phrase to denote this category). The point is not to offer my "take" on each thing but to express the different feelings/desires/inhibitions my psyche manifests around them. Some of these will approach awkwardly personal territory, fair warning! You may notice that basically none of them are especially positive; I'm going to leave off from analyzing that pattern for this post.

Tattoos -- I think tattoos as a concept are extremely cool, frequently they're cool in practice also and I like seeing other people's, but I don't think I've ever had even the smallest urge to get one for myself. I'm not totally sure why. The lack of an obvious thing to get is one factor, I feel like "band tattoo" would be the most likely thing for me to have but I don't like the idea of directly lifting a band logo or album art and I really don't like the idea of a lyric tattoo (I offer no justification for these prejudices), so I'd have to get clever with it if I'm doing that and I'm not very clever. More broadly, I predict that my enthusiasm for any artwork I put on my body would fade through overexposure in a matter of weeks if not days--other people describe "barely knowing it's there" after a short time--which on top of making the value of the project seem dubious, I feel like having a permanent image on my skin that I don't actively love would be something I'd feel bad about rather than neutral. Like "man, that thing's on my arm and I don't care about it at all, that sucks" rather than just not noticing it. Maybe I'm wrong about that.

(Tattoos are the one that got me thinking about this whole subject I think, it feels like they're reaching a ubiquity in the culture where it's almost like you're expected to have a reason not to have one rather than a reason to? Maybe that's just a people-I-know thing, anyway it got me thinking about why I don't want one.)

Piercings -- An interesting thing about me and piercings is that it's virtually impossible for me to notice when somebody has them unless I'm like, actively consciously scrutinizing their face (or whatever it is). When I was about ten months into my current job I asked my co-worker who I worked closely with almost every day "hey when did you get that septum ring" and she was like "well way before I met you". That is simply how it is with me and piercings and I make no apology.

If my inability to perceive piercings (perceirvings...) makes me indifferent to the idea of getting one, what makes me actively hostile is the total certainty that I would fiddle with it constantly if I did. I know these hands and their ways and there would simply be no dissuading them, it would be so bad you guys, oh my god. This is probably the hardest no on the list I think, although I haven't finished the post yet so idk maybe I'll think of a worse one.

Makeup -- There's undeniably a lot that's very beautiful in the universe of makeup and there's also the weird dark side, I have dabbled a little in this area and in my heart I feel more positively than not about it, but it's just never going to be a sustainable part of my life because (not unrelated to previous para) I am a perennial and unrepentant face-toucher. I will be itching and rubbing my face-skin and also inflicting other hard-to-characterize punishments upon it (is this "stimming"?) until the day I die and anything that wants to be on my face has just gotta deal. It would probably be better if this was not the case but I don't make the rules, sorry.

Haircuts -- When I was a child I haaaaaated getting my hair cut, like the physical sensation of it? Was so horrible and would usually make me cry and always ruin my day (is this "sensory overload"?), I didn't understand why I was being made to go through this ordeal and basically as soon as I reached an age when I realized my mom couldn't literally force me to do it if I just stubbornly refused hard enough--that age was 13 I think--I stopped. I haven't had a professional haircut since that time although I'm sure I could cope with the sensory aspect at this point, it's just not a habit I ever picked up again (I've had a couple of non-professional ones from my ex who just kind of wanted to try it, in a not particularly ambitious or dramatic fashion). Sometimes I feel like I should, but idk. My hair as it stands is not optimized for making me look hot but I don't think it looks especially horrible either, it's just kind of whatever I think.

Complicating factor here: I've had trichotillomania since I was 15/16, and it's hard to imagine it going away at this point but it's a lot more under control than it used to be, to the point where you can't really tell just from my appearance that something's up now. I say "under control", I have very little conscious control over it and usually no conscious awareness that I'm doing it, but over the years the compulsion seems to have unconsciously settled into a routine where it's just kind of... sculpting my hair into a more-or-less normal silhouette? Like I sort of have a fringe and stuff despite no haircuts. Oh I guess this doesn't make sense unless I clarify that I mostly break rather than pluck the hair nowadays, that's a big part of the gradual unconscious shift that's occurred.

A fun thing about trichotillomania is that it often makes people really uncomfortable when you talk about having it, which sucks for me because it makes me feel lonely, but I guess it sucks for the person feeling uncomfortable too in a smaller way. If you're one of the people who feel uncomfortable around this topic, sorry! Quite genuinely.

Gender transition in general -- I feel like I'm just, just on the boring side of cis-by-default. I think about transitioning shockingly often for someone who's never gonna do it, like it's not searing a hole in my heart or anything like it is for a lot of people but it occupies that "it would be cool to learn an instrument" kind of niche in my thoughts, if that makes sense? (Probably a bit stronger than that analogy makes it sound, it's on my mind frequently but not with a massive sense of urgency attached I guess is what I'm getting at.) I can see myself taking the plunge if the medical technology was like 10% better, or the social technology was like 20% better, or with some medium-sized changes in how my personality was configured, but this life being this life there's no way in heck the juice would be worth the squeeze. If I had one fifth of the executive function required to do all of that lying to doctors and learning how to clothes shop and having awkward conversations with people in my life and all the rest of it, well I can list like ten things I'd rather spend it on first. And I don't!

Glasses -- Love wearing glasses, 10/10 no notes. I knew since I was like 11 that my face should have a pair of glasses on it and I was very smug when the optician agreed (I did not cheat on the eye test in any way for what it's worth). The only times I'm not wearing glasses are sleeping and showering. I don't even carry a case because there's no point because I simply don't ever take them off. This is probably overkill, I think as a kid I was instructed to only put them on when I need to see something in the distance, ignoring that and just wearing them permanently has probably led to my vision weakening to the point where they're now pretty much mandatory in every situation, but I don't give a shit about that because just let me wear my goddamned glasses okay, fuck off. It's actually crazy how much I like wearing glasses, this is the only true thumbs up on the list.

I remembering trying to explain how I like my glasses to a then-close friend of mine many years ago when the subject of laser eye surgery came up in conversation, he said I should get the surgery and then just wear glasses with non-prescription lenses. When I tried to explain why that wouldn't be the same at all he was adamant that I was just being stubborn. That guy was a wonderful person in many ways and I loved him very deeply, but man what a dumbass thing to say.

Facial hair -- There are so many great beards and moustaches in this world, there are few more cheering sights than someone bearing some swish whiskers who's pleased about it, but personally I don't wish to be involved in that business at all.

I never learned how to ride a bike -- Obviously this one doesn't belong on the list, it doesn't fit with any of the other categories, and yet I feel compelled to include it here. And why should I resist that which compels me? This is my post. Yeah, I'm the oldest of four siblings, we were all given bikes at the appropriate kid-on-bike age, the others picked it up but not me. I liked it when I had stabilizers on my bike, then they took them off and I started falling off the bike, and after a very short amount of time I gave up. Like I didn't get mad injuries or anything, it just felt like I wasn't improving at it quickly enough and I didn't feel like keeping it up so I didn't. Early indication of my bad personality.

Fashion in general -- Clothes shopping has always been extremely aversive to me for whatever reason, it's gotten a little better in recent years, I have been able to exist inside clothes shops for long enough to purchase a small thing or two, but eh. Most of my tops are band t-shirts I bought at gigs, most of my bottoms are exactly identical pairs of jeans, there's just not much going on you know? But unlike with most of the items on this list I would really like to be doing this properly. I would like to wear cuter things with prettier colours and designs. This one's an actual goal. But so far I haven't really made progress. The aforementioned shopping sucks thing, plus a fear of being so aesthetically clueless that I just make myself look like a big idiot if I try anything risky, plus the fact that doing things that are not my established routine is tricky in general--these are barriers for me. I guess another barrier is that the things that would be most interesting to try out and therefore most potentially motivating fall into the wrong-gender-clothes category and therefore bring into play some of the barriers from that other category a few ones up. I did actually somehow get myself to dabble in that area some years ago to a modest but positive degree of satisfaction. It'll probably happen again. The patterns and causes that determine whether I can or cannot find motivation to engage in a thing--they are mysterious indeed.

Like horn implants or whatever other crazy miscellany -- I don't want anything in this category and don't have any non-trivial thoughts about it either. Including this section for completeness only.

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Well, there you have it, that's the post. Now you know a bit more about some of my little weirdsies. If you actually made it through the whole thing, a) how interesting and b) why not tell me a little weirdsy of yours in return, whether it pertains to the above list or not? Why not get all antiphonal on my post, that way I'd get to know a thing about you as well, it might be a whole fun kind of deal. You don't have to though, I didn't make this post to try to snare people into letting themselves be known, I just kind of made it to be a post mostly. I make all sorts of kinds of posts you know? And so I thought I'd try one that's like this.

[mediumtires]

I'm still not over this. How in the world Christian is sharing this and expect us to be okay ? HOW??

I'm also living for Fed to be there as their chaperon 😂 he cannot let these menaces free or chaos will prevail.

It got me thinking now, is Fred going to tease the hell out of Toto at each TP meetings now?

i would like to formally apologise i don’t understand how no one else is losing their mind about this? i am so about to lose my mind?

you’re telling me christian horner and toto wolff shared a flight to melbourne (loooooong flight from the uk) and christian just causally drops that bomb on us like it’s something they do all the time?

i swear the most compelling thing about them is that THEY LIKE EACH OTHER. all the yelling and the one upping and the creating fake scenarios for netflix, the comments, the quotes they feed the press, the mind games, "i don't have to kiss his arse" etc etc etc but at the end of the day they’ve been around the paddock together for over a decade. in 2014/15/16/17/18 they hung around each other ALL THE TIME.

and then 2021 happened and gLoVeS wErE oFf but even after that— may i remind everyone of preseason testing 2022?

this was literally only A FEW WEEKS after that commission meeting where masi got fired relocated. weeks after toto wore a black turtleneck like he’d just buried the w12. and they were acting like giggling schoolgirls twirling their hair and having a laff? are you joking? are you telling me these two whiny conceited big headed team bosses can just forgive and forget?

YES AND ITS BECAUSE THEY LIKE EACH OTHER. toto probably acknowledged what happened in ad wasn’t christian’s fault and christian’s crush on toto is big enough that he could move past merc protesting max's win and getting his bestie michael fired relocated.

and now you’re telling me they’re sharing flights. sure sure. probably because they’re really environmentally conscious. maybe even an accidental booking on a commercial flight. two personal assistants going “whoopsie didn’t check the passenger list sorry”. three if you count in fred but he and toto probably booked that flight together. surely they weren’t plane pooling a private chartered flight. cough cough surely not. these three old rich men (billionaire toto wolff) would totally sit first class on a commercial flight, 17 hours among commoners, before one of the hardest races of the season, one of them with a broken back, one of them blind, and one of them with a tummy ache. these three very rich men would totally suck it up and bite the bullet to make sure their carbon footprints stay as low as possible.

HELL no i don’t believe it for a second. they plane pooled. BECAUSE THEYRE FRIENDS.

christian is the longest serving tp along with franz tost but toto has been around since 2011ish when he first started at williams. they've known each other for A LONG TIME. no other team principals have been around as consistently and continuously as these two. sure some of the current tps have been around the paddock in other roles. and yet with the exception of toto and fred, none of them are "friends".

i am convinced they started hanging out. they must have because they were the two youngest tps around and everyone else was boring (except for maurizio my beloved). they build a rapport. some kind of undefinable bond, not friends, not colleagues, rivals maybe, but there's respect. even if christian won't ever admit to it ever. maybe they don't go to dinner together but I'm convinced they text occasionally, anything between "happy birthday" and "fuck you for buying out my engineer i actually needed that one". also. christian is ceo of a top level performing technology business (lmao) and if there's one thing toto knows it's management and finance. like I cannot imagine they have never had conversations about that. they're both passionate about racing. sure they probably have like hugeeee differences in opinions about certain things but it's because they're both willing to do whatever it takes for their team to win. they must respect that in the other. (their opinions are probably not even that different if we think about it. probably scarily similar actually. this is the problem, they are very much two sides of the same coin. they want their team to win and they’re willing to do pretty much anything to get there. they look at each other and don’t like what they see because they’re literally mirror images.) (THEYRE TOO SIMILAR)

IN CONCLUSION. they like each other. they may not be friends by common definition but THEY ARE SOMETHING. they share flights I rest my case.

(also yes obviously fred makes fun of them all the time it’s how he’s coded)

[amyispxnk]

Neon green

Halloweeny drabbles with Joel Miller!

30/10- spooky nails

Summary: you and Joel paint your nails

A/N-Not insanely Halloweeny but this popped into my head and I just had to write it.

Joel Miller x f!reader (can maybe be read as gn)

Word count: 895

Warnings: pet names, fluff

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

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You're sat at the dining table, foot propped up and an assortment of nail polish in front of you. You're trying your hardest to make cute Halloweeny designs on your nails with your new glow-in-the-dark colours, but it's proving to be very difficult.

You hear a low chuckle from the other side of the room as his keys drop in the little bowl on the table by the door, kicking his boots off and walking up to you.

"Now, what are you doin'?" He questioned, finding your positioning - head resting on your chin with your toes positioned between some strange separating device and one hand far away from you on the table as you painted with the other - incredibly amusing.

"I am painting my nails." You announced, holding your free hand up and showing it to him. "Look, I already did these - do you like them?"

He carefully held your hand and studied the nails for a moment, before humming a noise of approval.

"'s nice. I like the.. cat." He murmured, looking at your pointer finger's nail.

You frowned slightly. "It's supposed to be a witch." You replied, taking your hand away from him and looking at it yourself now. Okay, maybe it looked more like a cat. Somehow you messed up that badly.

"I thought the hands were good, so these are definitely worse." You gestured to your toes which were painted with slightly simpler designs, cobwebs and the such.

"No! No, they're good. Real nice sweetheart." He bent down and kissed you on the cheek, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and out of your face before walking over to the kitchen to make some food for himself.

10 minutes later, you had finished your nails and mostly dried them, looking at them and trying to figure out if they looked okay.

"Joel?" You called for him, heavy footsteps sounding from above you as he came to the living room.

"What d'ya need?" He said as he rounded the corner of the couch to stand in front of you.

You showed your nails to him once again. "What's the verdict?"

"They're.. good. I can definitely tell that this one is a spider."

It was indeed a spider, so that was a good sign.

"I feel like I could've done better." You commented.

"Well, you can always try again some other time. I think they look great though." He said as he turned to leave - but an idea popped into your head and you grabbed his arm, forcing him down onto the couch a little roughly.

"Coulda just asked me to sit down." He coughed, sitting upright and looking at you.

"Sorry! Just- gimme a sec."

You hurried over to the kitchen where some of your nail polish still was, bringing it back with you and sitting down on the couch beside him, making his eyebrows raise even higher.

"Your nails are already painted."

"They are." You answered, unscrewing the cap to the neon green polish

"So what's the plan exactly?"

"I wanna paint your nails Joel. It'll be easier doing the designs on yours than mine."

His eyes bulged out of their sockets and you couldn't help but giggle slightly at the look on his face.

"Wha-at!" You laughed.

"But- I thought that, yknow, that's not exactly.. it's like a girl thing." He said, watching as you got the brush covered in varnish and held it above the bottle so it wouldn't drip on your table.

"'s not a girl thing, Joel. C'mon pleeeeaase let me paint your nails." He sighed, holding his hand out for you.

"The things I do for you."

"'cause you love me so much." You grinned, relishing in the victory and starting to paint his nail.

"Yeah you got me there." He murmured, watching as you painted his nails.

Joel had never done anything like this before, growing up surrounded by all the 'girls only do this and boys only do this and they can't swap it around' stereotypes, and a guy having his nails painted was very strange to him. He didn't find it weird, he had just simply never seen it before, and that's probably why he was so fixated on his nails as you worked, barely even noticing you were done until you were blowing on his nails and telling him to flap his hand around so it dried quicker.

"Well, what do you think? Any better than the first attempt?"

He was stretching his fingers, spreading them apart and turning his hand to get a view of each one.

"So nice, baby. You did a really good job." He praised, before turning to you.

"Maybe do the other one too?" He asked tentatively. "For more practice."

"Or you just realised you actually like having your nails painted but you're too shy to admit it..?" You exposed him as you took his other hand and began painting.

"Yeah, got me again." He chuckled softly.

When you finished and turned the lights off to make his nails glow in the dark, he actually gasped in awe at the sight of them, complimenting you again and saying how you'd improved so fast and how good they looked in the dark and how you should do this more often with him, warming your heart and your cheeks as he continued gushing about the nails.

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open. 💞

[ronearoundblindly]

If deep sea mermaid is free in some way she dosent just leave. She liked meeting the team and loves steve .

The time they went in the deepest trench in the world (thanks to tonys tech that went smooth trials and they are able to go there) they are surprised of what they saw assides their intended mission to find the bad guys hiding there as they look around a familiar tail sways and this time it glows

Steve smiled and knew who it was and assured everyone its alright

Tony joked steve fucked a mermaid

Wanda hears someone then at the front part of the submarine there she is Tail swaying in joy while waving her hand as a "Hi!!!!" Tony shrugs " yep shes not hangry

Bucky is also facinated in a curious way "So this is why you took too long punk

Bruce simply stunded theres folks like here here

Nat straight to the point to her" anything suspicious?"

Y/n simply nod and beckons them to follow her with her eletric glowing tail for them to follow her direction there . Is a bad guy hiding here

a continuation of the Sun, Salt, And Shield miniverse. (Also, this ask is from October. I am so sorry it took me so long to get to!) Warnings for action/adventure, vague innuendo, bad jokes (from everyone), and mild language have you met me?. Lightly edited. WC 1.8k

Pairing: steve rogers x deep sea mermaid!reader

"Is that...is that a Segway?" Sam Wilson completely fails to hide his amusement as you test out Tony's motorized way to let you 'walk' on land.

"Heavily modified, but--" Tony takes the handle from you for a second to lower the max speed while you learn "--essentially, yeah."

It wasn't easy. In fact, the part they thought would be the hardest turned out to have a quick fix. You can only breathe outside of the water for so long, so Atlantian technology was formed to fit over your gills and mouth. Thanks, Namor.

Then Tony was faced with a wholly new problem. You live in the deep sea, naturally, under a great deal of pressure, and as a non-bipedal lifeform who maneuvers that fast underwater, outside of the water, you are made up of over 250 lbs of muscle. Most of that lies in your tail which they've witnessed crush a man's skull on impact.

That...should not make Steve feel the things he does. It really shouldn't.

He did always think he'd fall for a strong woman though. So. There's that.

You listen carefully to Tony's instructions, eyes shielded by enormous black sunglasses the billionaire obsessed over designing. He made you look like an old Hollywood movie star--albeit with vivid green hair and pale purple skin--and Steve wonders if the style was a purposeful jab at him.

"Right, the direction is pretty sensitive at the moment," Tony slowly explains to you. "You've got to really control your weight distribution so it doesn't overshoot your target."

That three-layer grin comes out in an instant, and you nod. No hesitation, barely a glance around, you start the contraption rolling, circling Sam, then Tony, then Steve with pinpoint precision, pausing in the middle of them all to cock your head.

"Coral reefs require sharp turns."

Tony stares at you, the nine-foot-long crown-to-fin specimen before him. It's clear he both adores and loathes how adept you are despite your wildly different backgrounds. You've grown on him. A lot. So much so that Tony has not made a fish-fucking joke in two whole weeks.

Steve won't chance calling attention to it though. The more he lets Tony delve into tech to keep you here longer and tech that allows humans to be where you live longer, the more Steve gets to see you. Win-win.

"Show off," Tony grumbles with deeply proud eyes. "Let's see what you can do then."

Steve himself has never gotten to go in one of the new Divers. Tony always insisted on manning the crafts himself until all the bugs were worked out. The first prototypes fit one person (one not-very-large-person) anyway, so it wasn't going to be Steve piloting one.

The new models can fit approximately six people comfortably.

While Namor's city has a bright source of light to help surface folk see, you and your people function without.

That means a mix of infrared, night-vision, and sonar are all the team can use to 'see' your home.

Unfortunately, they aren't here on a social visit. A mutant named Tiger Shark is rumored to be hiding within a few hundred nautical miles. It's imperative he be found.

As great as Tony's tech is, it's clunky and slow compared to how fast the mermaids can swim and search. You can also survive at greater depths than Atlantians while maintaining your speed. There's a boing-hollow tap above Steve's head and he snaps to look through the low-light adjusted glass.

You wave enthusiastically before pressing a webbed hand to the window.

"Hey, doll," Steve whispers automatically.

Tony groans. "Right. Grariel, we are looking for the man--uh, thing I sent you a picture of. Have any of your people seen him before? Do you know if he's been nearby?"

The pressed hand turns into one held-out finger as you look away from the Diver. There are bizarre noises that send the sonar haywire until Tony switches it off.

Your tail glows again, something Steve hasn't seen since the first time he met you in the Raft, scales lifting slightly to show bright pink bioluminescence.

And then magic.

As far as is possible to see in the Diver, lights of different sizes sprout up in shades of blue, pink, and purple. Your people. They're telling you what they know. It's the first time Steve considers you might be a leader of your own people, too. It's his turn to be proud like Tony who looks duly impressed.

Quickly, faster than it can register in the infrared scans, you're off like a shot, and Steve feels almost sick to his stomach trying to follow your deft swimming.

"Well, ok," Tony scrambles, "I guess we're doing this damn thing."

He pushes it, but the Diver cannot move anywhere near as fast as you can. Steve loses the light of your tail and stiffens, gripping a hand over Tony's shoulder.

"I got her. I got her, Cap." Tony flicks a few switches on the panel in front of him. "She's a good girl. Keeps her tracker on. We'll catch up."

It takes too long to get to you once your tracking signal stops advancing, but then Tony grimaces.

"Uh, slight problem. She's ascending."

"How is that an issue," Nat asks. "Can't we help her more in shallower water?"

"Based on her heart rate--"

"Just get us there," Steve booms, franticly searching the scans above them for signs of you. The water shines blue now, and they can see some light, but Tony has them at a pretty sharp angle to get higher.

"Found 'em. Right there."

Suspended in cerulean blue, it looks like you're dancing, swirling and circling with odd twists and turns. It's almost beautiful until--

Bucky croaks. "Is that blood?"

"WHAT? Tony--"

"Hold your horses. It's red," Tony dismisses.

"Yes, blood tends to be that color," Steve deadpans. "Now help--"

"Black," Tony chirps. "Your girlfriend's blood is black, for the record."

They progress closer, and then a much darker gush of blood floats in the liquid sky but remains mostly red. Tiger Shark is a transformed human, after all; his blood remains close to human.

"Yeah, that's about what it looked like when she ate Chuck..." He swivels in his seat. "Do you know, I still can't buy ground chuck? Almost put me off burgers. Feels so wrong."

"Focus, Tony."

Swift like a cheetah on land, you roll your tail around Tiger Shark's legs and squeeze, stretching out behind him to grab at the corners of his mouth and below the huge shark's jaw. It's as if you purposefully display your catch, sharp ends to your long webbed fingers digging at the mutant's thick flesh.

"Atta girl," Tony cheers.

You beam but aren't looking at them.

Something huge, big enough to shadow the Diver completely, whips over their heads.

Another mermaid.

Actually, a male, something which Steve has never seen before. He supposes he knew they existed, of course, but this guy is enormous. Possibly two feet longer than you with a body almost twice as wide.

He completely blocks their view of you for a few seconds.

"We got something to secure him with," Tony announces to your comm.

When the merman flicks his tale to move away, you sport your Hollywood shades with gusto. The male brought you your sunglasses, and suddenly, Steve's...more than curious.

The Diver ejects a grappling hook and you and the male lash the unconscious Tiger Shark to the top of the submersible.

You are hugging the new arrival, who keeps his head facing down away from the surface light. Whatever the conversation, which is completely incoherent noise to everyone in the Diver, it's very animated. The male is protective, holding your shoulders and looking at your wound with a very clear frown.

You bat the guy's concern away and motion toward the sub where four humans watch in confusion.

You touch the center of the male's chest.

"Fah-ther."

Steve swallows hard. That's your dad? Holy shit, he is in so much trouble. People tease him for looking like a Greek statue, but your father is like...is like...really freakin' buff.

Everyone in the Diver stares daggers at Steve, and he knows it. All the years he's been off the ice, all the time he's had to get used to women--well, females, let's say,--and he is not at all prepared to handle Merman Goliath as an in-law, or...uh...sorta...oh gosh.

He raises his hand because he doesn't have any other ideas. "Hi, I'm Steve."

Bucky snorts. "Oh, buddy. Wow."

Too many thoughts flood him at the same time, and Steve freezes in place.

Father? He looks no older than you. Wait. How old are you? Steve's never asked. How long do mermaids live? Do they ever age? Do they just keep getting bigger or is your dad, like, the biggest?

"Tony," Steve finally whispers, "do you...do you know from your research how...?"

Thank goodness Tony takes pity on poor, panicked Steve, not stalling to admit he has no clue what age you are.

You return to speaking (a mix of sounds with rippling shimmers of light along your tail), so you aren't paying attention when Steve bends down to add, "can you though? Can you carbon date her?"

He's heard about science on that. Steve knows it's a thing.

A strange sort of elation blooms on Stark's face, and he turns to Bucky and Nat.

"That counts," Tony yells. "That totally counts!"

"Shit," Bucky grumbles, running his vibranium hand down his face.

Natasha is, for once, genuinely stunned and looking back and forth between Tony and Steve. "I'll be damned," she murmurs.

Steve gives in. "What's happened?"

"You," Tony boasts, "just asked me for dating advice. You asked me specifically to assist you in dating someone, and thus I have won a very, very large bet."

Before Steve can bemoan that, another tap sounds above them. You point to the prize catch of the day.

"Help take in," you say, quickly turning to swim up to the lighter blue waters.

"I've got so much to teach you, Cap. Promise I'll be gentle. Maybe I can teach Grariel a little something about--"

"NO" comes the immediate and emphatic response of everyone else inside.

Tony simply shrugs.

"What a great day," he bubbles, humming as he takes the Diver to the surface right behind your beautiful, ageless tail.

Steve realizes he has so, so many things he wants to ask you about that he'd never thought of before, top on the list being "what have you told your father about me?"

A/N: Tiger Shark is a real Marvel character who I have included in other fics before. It was fun to use him again!

I do not have words to describe how enjoyable this was to write. I just want to torment poor Steve with awkwardness. I can't help it.

I...I may have figured out a way to incorporate...uh, some smut into this universe...but I don't know if that's a thing y'all would read. I'm gonna hold off on that.

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[brianlesshetaliawritings]

England with a boy s/o who is insomniac and can only fall sleep while hugging him... so he waits England to come home to sleep in his lap while he finishes work

England x male s/o who can only sleep hugging him

yeeehaw!! so sorry for the wait anon i tried but i kept feeling like i got something wrong💔(character wise) side note btw,, i wrote this while making a j.ai bot for him since working on it suddenly reminded me of this and i was in a writing mood!! (sorry if there's any errors in grammar too btw i am ZOINKED AS FUCK rn. THIS UNSATISFACTORY ENDING SECTION IS PISSING ME OFF.)

IM SORRY IF THIS DOESNT FEEL LIKE X MALE READER I DIDNT REALLY HAVE A WAY TO FIX IT UP SO I COULD IMPLY THAT :(

England

England honestly isn't the most huggy-kissy type, but this is a major exception. Plus, it makes him feel rather good knowing he's the one you go to for such a thing. Makes him feel loved. Plus it's something nice for him to go home to!

Though, admittedly, he does worry a bit. Sometimes he has to go for a week or so, world meetings and the alike.. And he can't always bring you, even if he'd like to. Might want to try and get you hooked onto something else too? Like a stuffed animal, or maybe get you a cat if really needed.. Honestly whatever you can latch onto that's around your height/bigger and prefferably something that can be warm.

Ignoring such issues though.. He's definitely the type to idly mess with you hair, or just pet the top of your head while doing this. Such repetitive motions are rather calming in his book, something akin to the gentle motion you may experience in a rocking chair.

Honestly though, about the first section. He really misses the sensation of having somebody cling onto him. It brings him back, in a way that's sort of bittersweet to him. He tries his very hardest to be of comfort to you so he won't repeat any past mistakes, he wants you to be happy with him, and to stay.

Probably would try out giving you tea, see if that helps you at all. He's a hard believer in chamomile tea before bed, even if it doesn't give any notable amount of repair. It helped him before, so he felt it was a good, safe, choice. Goes for getting you sleeping medication too, even if, again, it doesn't do anything.

Odd detail: he'd probably read his work papers to you while working since it puts you right to sleep (and though he thinks it helps you due to the noise, it's actually due to how boring it is). Probably wakes you up when he's done though, since he is OLD and doesn't want to carry you to bed like you deserve. Honestly not the worst thoug, he's trying his hardest.

[dopenightmaretyphoon]

Never Mine L.W/M.F

Trigger warnings:

Cheating, mentions of self harm, sadness.

Authors note

Please take care while reading this, my inbox is always open for people if you need to talk. This isn't a request just something I came up with while listening to Cardigan and August by taylor swift. It's short but I hope people enjoy and my requests are open

"You were never mine! That's what hurts the most" Larissa tried her hardest to blink back tears while staring at the black hair goddess in front of her

"I'm sorry, mi amor, I really am"

"No! No, you don't get to call me that. I thought I had you, you promised you would be mine. All i wanted was you, wanting was enough for me"

Morticia looked shocked but didn't say anything as she knew larissa still had more to say.

"I waited and waited for your call! So much for summer love and saying us because you were never mine to lose where you?" The angry pouring out of larissa's words was so clear to morticia.

"I'm sorry, she just-"

Larissa's hand met the table cut morticia sentence in half, she knew what was coming nexted and mocked morticia's voice.

"She just gets me like no one else"

Finally giving in and letting the tears fall larissa looks at the picture of her and morticia cuddled up under a tree in the fields not far away.

"I'm sorry larissa, I'm only 17 what do you want from me?"

"I don't know! I don't know"

Larissa's words soon turned into sobs, morticia wanted to comfort her, to hold her like she always did. Morticia cursed herself for breaking the tall goddess heart, she got so lost in her thoughts she forgot larissa was sat infront of her desk studying for an upcoming test.

"You always did try to change the ending, Peter was always going to keep Wendy no matter what, you see morticia when you chase two girls you are always going to lose one and you did, you lost me. You promised forever and took it before it started, kissing in cars and down town bars was all I needed, you draw stars around my scars but now, now!"

Larissa lifted her sleeve to show the blood slowly falling down, Morticia's eyes widened, and she felt sick.

"Please let me clean you up"

Shaking her head larissa got the first aid kit and started to clean it all up.

"I knew this would happen, you coming back and begging after she left but you lost me morticia. I will never be yours again. I hope you find someone who treats you better than you did me"

Morticia tried to speak but larissa cut her off

"No, I'm going to see if I can switch rooms, have a good life morticia"

Watching larissa leave broke morticia's heart, but she knew it was her own fault. Holding the only thing she had left of larissa's, she crys into the cardigan regret and sadness filling her.

[petitelepus]

The Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 15

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: It's Christmas at Shinazugawa household and you are invited!

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Shuya Shinazugawa, Hiroshi Shinazugawa, Koto Shinazugawa, Teiko Shinazugawa, Sumi Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

Winter came and so did the first snow, followed by the second and third. You and Genya had recovered from your fevers and returned to school just in time for the seasonal exams before Christmas break. The two of you studied and worked hard, but you made it and it was finally time for the vacation.

Normally you would spend Christmas alone in your apartment, maybe order something good to eat, make yourself some sort of dessert, and just chill, but now you and Genya were a couple and his family had invited you to join the Christmas celebration at their place.

To say you were nervous was the underestimation of the year.

"How are you feeling? Are you alright?" Genya asked as the two of you were walking towards Shinazugawa's household. You swallowed a lump in your throat and nodded nervously, "Yeah, I'm just… I'm just nervous. Like, very nervous!"

"It's going to be okay." Your partner smiled as he squeezed your hand in his, "They are going to love you."

"I hope they like the present I got them…" You murmured as you fixed your hold on the backpack where you had hidden the Christmas present. Genya nodded, "I have no doubt that they are going to love it."

"What about if it's too much?" You asked worriedly, "What about if the teacher doesn't like it?"

"That…" Genya frowned, "I think he cares more about our siblings and their happiness."

The two of you arrived at the Shinazugawa household and rang the doorbell. As soon as the bell rang, you could hear kids screaming inside and you swallowed nervously. It was showtime!

The door slammed open and teacher Shinazugawa or Sanemi glared at you guys, "It's about time you came!"

"I- I'm sorry, are we late?" You asked and the silver-haired teacher of yours shook his head, "No, you're just in time. Get in!"

You and Genya stepped inside, Sanemi closing the door behind you two as you took your shoes and jackets off. He eyed your backpack suspiciously, "What's in the backpack?"

"Oh, uh, Christmas present?" You said and he squinted his sharp eyes at you, "I didn't tell you to bring anything."

"I, uh, I wanted to bring something?" You asked uncertainly. Your teacher wasn't exactly smiling, but not frowning either, so you thought you were safe.

That's when you heard some whispers and you looked ahead and saw children's heads peeking shyly from around the corner. You smiled and waved a little at them and they all reacted differently, some giggling and some yelping because they were noticed.

"Come out brats and introduce yourselves!" Sanemi snapped and three young boys and two young girls stepped out. The boys introduced themselves as Shuya, Hiroshi, and Koto, and the girls as Teiko and Sumi.

"M- Merry Christmas to you all!" You said as you introduced yourself.

"Are you our big brother Genya's girlfriend?" Hiroshi, one with a similar hairstyle to Genya's asked and both you and Genya blushed, but you tried your hardest to keep on smiling, "I am."

"Have you kissed?" Shuya with his big brothers' sharp eyes asked. You and Genya both choked on air, but before either one of you could reply, the older brother shouted.

"Oi, don't go asking stupid things!" Sanemi snapped and you were briefly scared that the kids would cry if being shouted at, but they all just giggled and laughed, completely immune to their oldest brother.

"Either way, get in, we are having fried chicken and pizza," Sanemi said as he chased his younger siblings out of their home's entrance. You and Genya were about to join them, but you quickly grabbed your boyfriend's shirt's sleeve and yanked it gently to get his attention.

"Genya…!" You whispered as loudly as you dared without risking being heard by his family.

"Yes?"

"Your brothers and sisters are so cute..!" You confessed and you weren't lying, you could feel your heart grow as you watched the innocent smiles of your boyfriend's younger siblings.

Hearing this, Genya froze before a genuine happy smile broke out on his face. "That makes me so happy." He confessed and you smiled as you grabbed your backpack and the two of you joined the rest of the Shinazugawas in the living room.

"Big sis, sit with us!" Sumi and Teiko said cheerfully as they made room for you and you glanced at Genya who nodded and sat with his brothers while you took a seat between his sisters.

"Thank you," You thanked them and they giggled, "Is living with big brother fun?"

"Teiko, Sumi!" Genya called his sisters' names, but the two of them just smiled as they waited for you to reply. You smiled a little nervously before nodding, "Yes, your brother is so kind to me. I'm happy with him."

"Isn't he?" They smiled and you blushed a little, but your blush was nothing when compared to Genya's.

"Enough of the interrogation, time to eat!" Sanemi said as he brought buckets filled with fried chicken and boxes filled with pizza to the table and everyone cheered as they started to eat and enjoy the Christmas meal, you and Genya included.

You were actually still a little nervous so you ate pretty little, but slowly you started to calm down and enjoy yourself as Genya's siblings accepted you and included you in all their conversations.

You smiled as you took in the whole atmosphere in the room. Warm, and kind, a real family. You felt a little nostalgic, as you enjoyed yourself and your boyfriend's family's companion.

Finally, you were all getting full of chicken and pizza, but just in time because you were running out of them. The kids sighed happily, their tummies full of chicken and pizza. Genya glanced at you after noticing how little you had eaten.

"Are you sure you're full?" He asked and you nodded with a smile, "Yep!"

"Do you guys want cake now or later?" Sanemi asked and the kids cheered, "Now!"

"Okay, but don't cry to me when your stomachs start hurting!" The silver-haired man said as he got up and went to get the cake. Meanwhile, you looked at the younger siblings and smiled, "I hope you don't mind, but I brought you all a Christmas present."

This caught all the kids' attention.

"You brought us a present?" Koto, the youngest brother asked and you nodded as you reached for your backpack and opened it enough to pull out a medium-sized box wrapped in white and red paper. You placed the present on the table and the kids eyed it curiously.

"Can we open it?" Shuya asked and you glanced at Genya, "What do you think?"

Your boyfriend was about to reply when suddenly Sanemi returned with a huge strawberry and cream cake in his hands, "No presents until you have eaten!"

"Then can we save cake for later?" Kids asked and Sanemi growled, "You just wanted cake!"

"We also want to see the big sis' present!"

You felt a little bad that you had lifted the present on the table before you had eaten the cake. The silver-haired teacher of yours growled as he placed the cake on the table next to the present. "Fine, you can open it while eating cake, but don't make a habit of this!"

"We won't!" The kids said in unison and then turned to look at you, "Can we open it?"

"Go ahead," You nodded and the kids happily opened the present. They were surprisingly calm and careful while tearing the paper, but once they saw what you had brought for them, their eyes widened in shock and joy and they screamed, "A Nintendo Switch!"

"A Nin-What?" Sanemi asked and you smiled, "There are some games also."

"Sports game!"

"Pokémon!"

"Dance game!"

The kids were absolutely ecstatic as they looked at the console and games you had packed with it. You were smiling, you were honestly so happy to see them enjoy your present. Before you knew it, they all jumped up from their seats and rushed to hug you, all 5 kids together.

"We love you, big sis!" They all shouted happily and you blinked, a little shocked by their sudden show of affection.

"Can we play right now?" The kids asked and Sanemi snapped, "Oi, eat the cake since you wanted some!"

"You can eat the cake while I can set the Nintendo to your TV?" You asked and Genya glanced at you, "You know how to do that?"

"I'm handier than I look." You said with a small smile, "And it's easy."

"Sounds like a plan." Sanemi nodded and the kids let go of you and returned to their seats as their eldest brother started to cut the cake. Meanwhile, you grabbed the Nintendo and went to set it on their television. It was honestly so easy for you and by the time you were done, the kids were done with the cake.

"Okay, would you like to start with the sports game?" You asked and the kids cheered as they ran to you excitedly.

"We can make our own Wii characters!"

"Yeah!" The kids absolutely took over the controls and started to explore all their choices and mini-games there were. You smiled as you stepped aside and your teacher walked up to you.

"Are you sure it's okay for you to give out such an expensive thing?" Sanemi asked and you smiled, "Yes, I have more money than people might think."

"We don't have anything to give you back."

"This night was more than enough for me." You said genuinely and you meant it. You hadn't had a family meeting like this in years so being invited to one made you so happy, despite your status as a loner. After all, this was Genya's family and you were honored to have been invited.

"Go," Sanemi said suddenly, "Genya saved you a piece of cake."

"Ah, thank you," You said out of habit as you made your way to your boyfriend who was cleaning dishes from the table. Only one plate remained and on that plate was a beautiful piece of cake with a lot of ripe strawberries on it.

"Is this huge piece really for me?" You asked as you sat down and Genya nodded, "Everyone wanted you to have the piece with the most strawberries."

"That is so sweet," You said as you picked a fork, but before you dug into the cake, you looked at your boyfriend, "Wanna share this with me?"

"No, you eat it. I already had a piece." Genya said and you nodded as you took a piece and ate it. Oh God, it was so delicious, you should eat cake more often.

When you were done with the cake, Genya took your empty plate to the dishwasher and the two of you went to the living room to watch how his younger siblings played badminton against each other.

The night went nicely after that, you guys played with the Nintendo and even Sanemi tried sword fighting against Genya. It was maybe the most intense thing you had ever seen, as neither one wanted to give up or lose. The kids and you tried to play also and it was honestly fun.

You didn't notice time pass until it was already dark outside and it was time for you and Genya to return to the apartment that you shared with Genya and Lady the fair cat.

"Please come back soon big sis! You're so nice to us!" Genya's younger siblings cried out as they came to hug you one last time before you could leave.

"Oi, you make it sound like I'm awful!" Sanemi snapped and the kids just laughed. The silver-haired man grumbled, "You better not expect games and such every time Genya and his girlfriend come and visit us!"

"We won't!" The kids cheered and hugged Genya before you and your boyfriend left. As you were walking you started talking.

"I really liked your family Genya." You said honestly, "They were all really nice to me. I'm not used to it."

"They loved you also." The young man nodded and you smiled, but before you could say anything you noticed that it started to snow. It looked magical, the darkness around you being broken by streetlights and snowflakes shining around you as they gently fell from the sky.

"What a good way to end a day." Genya hummed thoughtfully and you blushed a little, "Yeah." You admitted as you gently grabbed Genya's hand to catch his attention.

Once he turned to look at you, you leaned upwards and kissed him. His eyes widened in shock, but slowly he closed them as he leaned more toward you, enjoying the kiss to its fullest.

When you pulled away, you were both smiling and blushing, but you could both tell that the blush wasn't purely because it was cold out there.

"Merry Christmas Genya." You wished and he smiled as the two of you continued walking hand in hand.

"Merry Christmas."

[sea-owl]

So Gregory, Lucy, and Felicity won the poll with Portia and Violet coming in second and Edwina and Penelope coming in third. I have started watching Harlots and am also in an omegaverse mood soooo. . .

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Gregory was trying so hard not to blush. He needed to say something, anything. But what does one say to their family member who had basically dragged you off to a heat house?

Edwina Bagwell rolled her eyes at the young alpha. "It is not that embarrassing Gregory. You are not the first nor the last lord's child who has used a heat house to help you through a rut. It could be worse, I could be Kate or Anthony."

Now Gregory wasn't sure if he wanted to be sick or crawl in a hole somewhere at the thought. Kate and Anthony are basically his second parents, he would die of mortification if they ever took him to a heat house.

"And besides if you didn't know this place was a heat house then you would never think it one passing by. Very discreet and only serves those of the ton."

Gregory finally got his damn mouth to work. "Does your husband know you go to these?"

Edwina smiled. "Of course, he does. My husband and I do not mind sharing one another, especially when one of us is away. He much prefers I don't spend my heats alone."

She links one arm through Gregory's and starts marching him into the building. "Now come. Let us find you a rut partner before it hits."

Gregory wanted to argue that he had a week before his rut hit, not that it would make a difference as Edwina had already dragged him to the door.

He had to admit this was a very discreet place. If he didn't know any better, he would have assumed it was just another home of some gentry member. They even had a butler answering the door and taking calling cards.

On the inside though was a different story. The house was darkened, with the only light being soft candlelight. It was very open too, all the drawing rooms had the doors wide open, some without doors at all. Men, women, alpha, beta, and omega all sat in these different rooms, some in groups, others by themselves. Some wore feathers of varying colors in their hair.

Gregory could do without all the smells. So many in one place was not helping keep his alpha calm. Damn rut making his nose more sensitive. Most of these scents were okay, there were a few putrid ones though. Like that overly sweet one that honestly came off as fake.

Edwina and Gregory were led to an upper floor office, where they were greeted by an older omega woman.

Gregory would put her around his mother's age. Her red curls piled on top of her head into a bun with a gold feather sticking out. The choker around her neck was black with gold stitching in the shape of a feather. Her scent is a comforting one, a mixture of lemongrass and lavender.

"Mrs. Bagwell, tired of your husband already?" The woman teased.

Edwina giggled. "Madam Portia. He's away for business at the moment and sadly won't be here for my heat."

The woman turned her brown eyes on him. "I see you brought fresh meat for my girls. A Bridgerton no less."

Gregory shouldn't be surprised Madam Portia recognized him, one of his older brothers probably use to frequent this place. Since Edwina knows of this place it was probably Anthony-

"Your mother has always been one of my favorite partners."

Gregory blinked. "I'm sorry what?"

Madam Portia just carried on like this was normal to learn your mother frequents heat houses. "Honestly felt sorry for the poor thing when Lady Danbury dragged her here the first time. The first heat or rut after the year of mourning always seems to hit the hardest. You almost always need someone there to help."

Madam Portia started digging through her paperwork. "So what brings you to my den of sin little Bridgerton?"

Before Gregory could respond that he in fact was dragged here Edwina spoke up.

"He's getting too aggressive during his ruts. He needs a rut partner."

Not true, so what if he shattered a mirror and a dresser during his last rut? He does not need a rut partner. If anything Gregory should be working on finding his mate, a guaranteed way to help calm him down.

Madam Portia nodded. "Most young ones do. Lucky for you plenty of my girls know how to handle young alphas." Madam Portia turned towards Gregory. "Now how long before your rut hits?"

Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush. "A week."

Madam Portia smiled. "Perfect. We normally suggest a week in advance anyway so that way you can find the right partner for you and you both can work out how to spend your rut and payment."

Portia pulled out two contracts and two black feathers with red tips. "As Mrs. Bagwell already knows this is your contract Mr Bridgerton. In it states that we will help you with your rut so long as no harm comes to our girls and we receive payment. You are to come as often as you can a week before your rut so that you can relax your alpha with scenting. Whether that partner be an omega, beta, or another alpha is your choice. My available girls will have a yellow feather in their hair. Those who are currently with partners will have this same color feather in their hair. Those with a white feather though are off limits."

Madam Portia narrowed her eyes. "Do we understand that Mr. Bridgerton?"

Gregory nodded, hesitantly taking the feather and signing the contract. He still didn't believe he needed to be here, but Edwina still has a vice like grip on him. He'll just not give the feather to any of the girls, wait until Edwina is done, and be on his way.

"Is Pen available?" Edwina asked as she took her feather.

Madam Portia looked over a book. "She should be. She'll be in the emerald room today."

"Thank you," Edwina said and started to drag Gregory off.

Gregory wrinkled his nose the further they walked away from the office. "Edwina I truly think this will not work."

"You'll never know if you don't try Gregory." Edwina began to pull him towards a drawing room in the back of the house. "Now come, we'll start in the Emerald room."

The Emerald room was well emerald. It was also less crowded than other rooms with a total of maybe ten people, including Edwina and himself.

Edwina looked around the room before dragging Gregory over to a window seat where a plump, red-haired omega sat reading a book. He would put her around Edwina's age. She wore a soft green dress with no petticoats, so the fabric clung to her like those of ancient greek statues. Around her neck is the same black choker with gold thread that Madam Portia wore. She smelled of pomegranate and lotus.

"Pen!" Edwina greeted her.

The omega, Pen, sat down her book (was that greek?) and smiled. "Edwina, it's been a while. Did Mr. Bagwell, leave you alone for me?" She said, practically a purr.

Edwina dropped a kiss on Pen's lips and the feather in her hand.

Pen turned towards Gregory. "And who might this strapping alpha be?" Her brown eyes looked him over but it felt like she was looking through him.

Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush.

"I'm Gregory."

Pen's eyes lit up in recognition. "The youngest Bridgerton boy."

Don't blush. "It appears my family's reputation reaches farther than I thought."

Pen giggled. "Edwina and I are close friends and sometimes lovers. My friend Gen also spent quite a bit of alone time with your brother Benedict before he decided to tie the knot."

"What a small world. "

Pen nodded. "Indeed."

"Pen!" Another red head omega shot across the room. She was taller than Pen but younger. Gregory would put her a few years younger than himself, 21 maybe? She wore the same style of dress as Pen but her's were in blue. Almost the same shade as the Bridgerton blue. The same style of chocker was around her neck but there was something peaking out from underneath on the side of her neck.

A wave of orange blossoms with a hint of honey hit Gregory and he felt himself relax, and he cheeks start to heat up.

Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush.

"Litty, Edwina was kind enough to bring us a new guest, why don't you say hello to Gregory?" Pen suggested, as she darted her eyes towards Gregory.

Litty looked up, her breasts almost brushing against Gregory's chest. When did she get so close, or did he get closer?

"Edwina you brought a little cutie alpha!" Litty exclaimed as her hands cupped Gregory's face. "The girls are gonna eat him up."

Gregory's alpha purred at her touch, and wanted more.

Gregory turned his just so so he could rub against one of Litty's scent marks against her wrist. Her scent, it was almost perfect. If only the honey scent was just a little bit stronger. He glanced up at her hair.

She had a yellow feather in her hair.

"Litty let him go!" Pen ordered. "He's getting scent drunk."

"Oops, my bad!" Litty let go, her hands moving faster than Gregory's so he could put them back. She thankfully didn't completely let him go though, instead grabbing his hand and leading him to another window seat. "Come on I'll help you find your rut partner while Pen and Edwina work on payment."

Litty sat down. "So, your name is Gregory correct?"

Gregory nodded. "And you are Litty?"

Litty smiled. "That's me. So, what's your preference? Omega? Beta? Maybe another alpha?"

Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush.

"Um," Gregory stuttered. "Omega would be preferred."

Litty nodded. "That's probably for the best. You're new to rut partners aren't you?"

Gregory chuckled. "You can tell?"

Litty shrugged. "You all have the same look when you come in for the first time. You can start to tell, you can also tell who's families throw them in here."

Gregory sighed. "You can tell that too?"

"Your scent has been sour since you walked in. It's not uncommon."

Gregory and Litty looked over at the voice. It was another omega, this one with honey blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was dressed more like a maid, though the fabric of her dress still hugged tighter than any maid Gregory has seen in the past. She also wore the same choker, and like Litty there was something peaking out on the side of her neck.

She smelled of honey, with a hint of orange blossom, and in her hair was a white feather.

"Lulu!" Litty smiled, stretching her hand out for the other omega to take. Lulu curled into Litty's side, her head laid against Litty's shoulder. "Gregory this is Lulu."

Their two scents mixed, that missing piece to Litty's scent now there.

"A pleasure to meet you," Gregory said. His alpha purred in agreement.

Both omegas smiled at him.

Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush.

Damn it he was blushing.

[monpetitchattriste]

Merry Christmas @ladybugs-and-black-cats ! Sorry I am a little late, this story kinda got out of hand. I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you @mlsecretsanta for hosting!

Rating: Teen

Chapters: 1/2

Relationship: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Tags: Post-Magic Reveal, Pre-Relationship, Romance, Flirting, Dancing, Hurt/Comfort ,Angst,Fluff

Summary: Between finding out Adrien is Chat Noir, denying feelings, and the formal winter dancing coming up, everything is 'completely fine' in Marinette's life. Nothing can go wrong at all, right?

Marinette was used to a noisy room between the kwamis and Alya; there was always some type of ruckus.

Since she lost the Miraculous, her room had been painfully silent. She knew she would get them back. Until then, she had someone new to fill her room with annoying sounds.

The quiet hum of the sewing machine filled the room, a pleasant, comforting sound that she enjoyed. But the constant random thumping coming from the other side of the room was anything but enjoyable.

Glancing over her shoulder, she watched as he threw the ball for yarn, letting it hit her wall and then bounce on the floor before he finally caught it.

Pulling the sheer fabric tighter, Marinette tried her hardest to focus on her project, but the repetitive sound was going to drive her insane. She finished up her last section before turning around to face the person causing the noise.

Adrien was laying on her chaise, head hanging off the edge, feet propped up on the back. Snatching the ball of yarn, he threw it against the wall again.

Seizing the moment, she stopped and studied him. With her small window open, the evening sun caught the glass. Hues of colors from the mix-match window washed over him.

As he caught the soft yarn, she watched his hands - that still had chipped nail polish from a few weeks back. She could let herself spiral thinking about the whole thing. There were other things that she needed to focus on.

Marinette shook the thoughts from her mind. Standing up from her chair, she reached up and tried to stretch out the stiffness in her back.

“You are being really distracting, minou.”

As he caught the ball, he turned around in the chair to sit upright. His hair fell into his eyes. It was a wonder how she never realized he was Chat.

“Paw'don me, my lady. But I am pawsitively bored. And there is nothing fur this cat to do." While he loved watching her work the whole evening, he also wanted to spend more time with her.

His whole world had changed even since he learned that she was Ladybug. His once isolated, bleak life was now filled with light and warmth. And he wanted to do everything in his power to be by the person who brought that to him.

"That was not your best pun. The dance is this weekend. I need to get this dress done." She shook her head at him. Walking over to him, she grabbed the ball of yarn from him.

“You could go to the dance in a paper bag and still look beautiful.”

“And you are just a huge flirt. I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“You are the only girl I flirt with.” Adrien grabbed her hand and placed a small kiss on her knuckles.

“With a face like yours, I find that really hard to believe.” If he had been transformed, she would have flicked his bell, but sadly he wasn’t.

“Oh, so you think my face is nice.”

“I didn’t say that. You are just mildly attractive. Not that I am attracted to you! But from a designer’s perspective, you are handsome! But not in a way that I am attracted to!”

Adrien chuckled, “So…” He stood up and leaned closer to her, “did anyone ask you to the dance?”He was going to ask, but then Alya and Nino made plans for them to go as a group.

She could feel the slight warmth creeping up into her cheeks. “You are practically with me every second of the day. You would have known if someone asked me." Marinette rolled her eyes as she shoved him away playfully.

There was one person who Marinette had hoped would have asked. But he didn’t, and she wouldn’t blame him, even if it hurt slightly.

But things had been weird and different since their identities had been revealed. They spent almost every waking minute together. But neither of them knew quite how to act around the other. Marinette regularly noticed Adrien looking in her direction with a longing gaze. But they still acted as if they were more than best friends, denying all of their feelings for each other.

Marinette knew Chat was in love with Ladybug but did that mean Adrien was also in love with her? It was so confusing sometimes with all these unspoken words that neither dared to say.

"That is true, and sometimes I even spend the night." And did he cherish those nights. Between the family dinners and game nights, Marinette’s home was as much his as it was hers. Going back to his cold house got harder each time.

If Marinette wasn't blushing, she was now. Sometimes it was too late and cold to send him home, so it was easier for him to stay. And with the bonus of a better night's sleep, Marinette preferred it when he stayed over.

"You don't have to go announcing it to the world. People might get the wrong idea about us."

"It's just us. And what idea might that be my lady." His face was dangerously close to hers. He

wanted her to say it. That they were more than just friends? He saw the way that she glanced at him when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. But where Marinette was concerned, he was always paying attention.

"That we are more than friends," Marinette answered as she stepped back.

"Oh, now we don't want that." His voice was a mix of sultry and hurt. She was going to be the death of him. He wanted nothing more than to be more than just friends with her. But did she? Marinette loved Adrien, not Chat Noir. And since they were the same person, maybe her feelings had changed. Or they were just overcomplicating things like they always did.

Marinette was confused by the slightly hurt tone in his voice, but she decided to ignore it. Because reading too much into it might end up hurting someone's feelings. And that was the last thing she wanted.

"No, we don't." She whispered more to herself than him. "Anyways, I need to get back to my dress."

"What if we watched a movie together instead? I purr-omise to be a good cat and let you finish the dress afterward." Adrien looked at her with pleading eyes, knowing she wouldn’t say no to him.

Marinette rolled her eyes. "Fine. One movie." She couldn't say no to that face. "But I get to pick. Otherwise, we will end up watching Tangled for the billionth time."

"It's a great movie." Adrien shrugged his shoulders.

She hummed in response as she began to set up her computer. After searching for a few minutes she decided on Another Cinderella Story- the one with Hillary Duff, of course.

Adrien had moved the chaise to face the computer and piled several blankets. Shifting the blankets around, he made a spot for her.

Once she finished setting up the movie, she laid down next to him. Instinctively he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. He could feel how tense her body was against his. Slowly he traced small circles on her arm, hoping it would help her relax.

He wanted nothing more than just to make her feel comfortable around him. Even after a month of knowing their identities, he could still feel how tense she would sometimes become. He noticed it the most when she started stumbling over her words-one of the many quirks he loved about her.

And because of how tense she would be around him, he didn’t ask her to the winter dance. He didn’t want to cause her any distress. Plus, it was already unspoken that they were going together.

Even so, he made sure that his suit matched her dress perfectly. They would look like they were together. Because at the end of the night, he would tell her how he felt. He was tired of this dance between them. He wanted her to be his.

About halfway through the movie Marinette fell asleep. And Adrien didn’t dare disturb her until the movie was over. Knowing she was going to need sleep. He knew she would spend the next week forgetting all the essentials trying to get this dress done.

Adrien placed a small kiss on her forehead before slipping out from behind her to turn off her computer.

Carefully he picked her up and took her to her bed. The last thing she needed was to wake up with a sore neck.

He tucked her in and was about to leave when he felt her grab his wrist.

“Please stay.” She groggily asked him.

Her half-open drowsy eyes and messy hair were all it took to convince him to stay.

“Okay.” Adrien knew he would hear about this in the morning when he didn’t return home, but he didn’t care.

He moved the covers and settled down beside her. Within seconds she had turned over and rested her head on his chest. He began threading the ends of her hair through his fingers, letting the motion pull him into a peaceful sleep.