#i might not answer right away but i love getting asks

[sturniolosblanket]

texts w/ brothers bsf!matt + drabble

pt. 6

your blood was boiling. your weren’t exactly expecting to be greeted with matt making out with someone else the moment you walk into the party. it was like something in you snapped. you felt used, betrayed, pissed. you knew you and matt could never become something, but your feelings for him were so strong that it swallowed the fact that he’s your brothers best friend. it took you a long time to realize your feelings for matt, but when you came to the realization that you might be in love with him. it scared you more than the man himself.

you searched for matt’s car and himself in the huge line of cars covering the sidewalk. you finally end up spotting matt leaning against the passenger side door looking directly at you.

“what do you want?” you ask rolling your eyes trying to avoid eye contact.

“please don’t give me attitude baby.” he said frowning and tilting his head

“are you gonna cry about it??” you take a step back from him

“no,” he paused “maybe.” he said smiling at you

“are you gonna keep joking around or talk?” you said crossing your arms

“y/n, im so sorry you had to see me with that girl, i promise i don’t want her, she threw herself at me and i stupidly didn’t stop her.” Matt said taking a step toward you.

“good for you?”

“y/n it feels so wrong touching other girls, your literally the only person i want to touch”

“okay.” you responded flatly shrugging

“your a pain in the ass you know that?” he said shaking his head

“your not exactly the delight either, matt.” the silence after you said that was thick. both of you clearly frustrated, but your mind goes back to your messages.

“how do you feel?” you asked straight up

“what?”

“you said i can’t see how you obviously feel. so, how do you feel?” you repeat your question

matt sighs shaking his head moving back to lean against his car. “your my best friends little sister.” he spoke

“so i noticed.”

“Nathan would kill me if he knew I was fucking you, and yet I don’t stop. Why?”

“because your a horny fuck?” you replied chuckling to yourself

“Everyday for the past 4 months I risk losing my best friend to see his little sister.”

“matt stop fucking narrating your daily actions just answer the fucking question god damn.”

“I am obviously in love with you, y/n” he said looking dead in your eyes.

your stomach completely flipped. shocked, happy, excited, nervous. various emotions flowing through your body, searching for a response, but when you couldn’t find words. you and matt stare at each other in silence both still soaking up the words and meaning of his confession. you feel so relieved, relieved he feels the same, relieved you don’t have to hide your feelings from him or yourself anymore.

when you don’t respond to him right away he goes into a state of panic, thinking he needed to explain himself further, and words just start spilling out.

“princess, when i slept with someone else, it was to try and stop my feelings for you because the truth is, i’ve never ever felt this way for anyone else before, ever, and it’s scary as fuck. your the only person i think about, look for, want to talk to, and im just so scared of getting hurt that i hurt you in the process, and im so sorry for that. ill literally do anything or block anyone to gain your trust back.”

your face turns red at his confessions, and you feel your cheeks turning a shade of pink. you feel a rush of happiness flow through you as you jump up into his arms, and all matt can do is sigh in relief and hug you back. you hug him as tightly as you can. you never knew a hug could be so emotion filled, but somehow, it confesses a lot more than your words could.

“i love you too, matt” you said into his chest. “but, nate..” you said looking up at him.

“i know, princess” he said looking down at you “we can always just be together, and just not tell him.” matt said smirking

“that feels so wrong” you said putting your forehead against his chest

“i know, but not being around you feels worse.” matt said, his fingers snaking up into your hair

“can’t we just keep sneaking around and having sex, but not put a label on it?”

“of course we can, but would we eventually end up being together?” he asked

“yes.” you said stepping onto your tippy toes to give him a quick peck, “ of course.” you smiled up at him, “once you prove yourself trustworthy again.”

“yes ma’am.” matt said, his other hand snaking around your waist to pulling you into another kiss.

“i know it’s going to take a lot for you to trust me again, but i promise i’ll make it up to you.” he said after pulling away, looking into your eyes. you can tell he’s being genuine, that he’s not lying. so all you can do is smile at him and pull him into another kiss.

“i told you.” you said pulling away and looking at him with a big smile on your face

“told me what?” he said furrowing his eyebrows

“you went soft on me.” you said grin widening. a smile slowly forms on his face, he shakes his head slightly in disbelief as he presses his lips to yours.

a/n: SURPRISE!! i finished my work and felt a little devious. also yall, this ain’t the end, i want them to get caught by nate at some point so stay tuned reinassss!! comment ‘❄️’ to be added to taglist!🩵

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[screamingatanemptyroom]

Part 2! A little shorter, but felt inspired to continue a little further!

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“This story is awful.”

Iris sipped her coffee, making a face at the overly sweet taste, flipping through the script in her hand. “This character makes no sense!”

Allison, Iris’s assistant, raised an eyebrow. “What a shock, you have a complaint about a script’s writing. So are you turning down this project as well? That would be the fifth in a row that we’ve turned down. People are starting to start rumors that you’re retiring.”

“I’m not saying no… not just yet. But this character…” Iris sighed. “I just don’t get it. She is a princess. The real princess… But she got replaced, and when she returns, somehow everyone favors the fake princess instead. Why didn’t she just stay firm to the truth? She was the one with the right to be there. Instead, she cowered away and attacked her replacement from the shadows.”

Allison took the script from her hands, looking at the scene that was underlined. “So, this girl grew up in the slums, and got brought back right? She feels out of place. And even worse, she has no confidence in her family. They have years of memories with someone else. That replacement… she can be gracious and calm. She’s been spoiled and loved by the royal family for years. And the favored are the confident. There is no one more timid than someone who is hoping to be loved.”

“Wants to be loved, huh… “ Iris murmured, thinking it over. “Why did they ask me to play this part?”

She was not speaking out of false confidence. She was a A list star. To be offered a side character part was not a typical event.

“Apparently the script writer insisted it had to be you.” Allison shrugged with a laugh. “He said you were born to play this part.”

“Is that so? Hmm… I’d like to meet him.”

“I’ll ask, but apparently he’s a hard person to meet.”

Iris took back the script, studying it once more. “Try. I want to meet the man who wrote this poor girl…and her terrible end.”

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“Wake up!”

A rude voice startled Iris awake, almost causing her to fall out of bed. Catching her balance, she sighed, trying to wake up. For a brief moment she wasn’t sure where she was. Iris rubbed her eyes, looking around, recognizing her surroundings as the rooms in the castle.

Back to my life as the replaced princess.  Her dreams of the other world were so detailed, so real, that Iris often found herself confused as to what was reality and what was the dream. It didn’t help that the time and events in her dreams often happened out of order, confusing her all the more when she woke up.

The dream me never did get to meet the script writer. She thought tiredly. I wish I had. It might have provided some answers.

Before she could focus on that too long, the voice spoke up once more.

“Are you getting up, Princess?” The tone was sarcastic, breaking Iris from her reverie. Looking over, Iris spotted the source: An angry looking maid, a blond woman in her young twenties, a scowl distorting her otherwise unremarkable features.

“I’m still considering it.” Iris muttered.

“Some of us don’t have time to waste, Your Highness. Breakfast started a half hour ago.” She smirked at the statement, as if Iris being late was amusing.

Ah. I’m being bullied. Smiling to herself, Iris sat up, making prolonged eye contact with the maid.

“Name?”

“Elise.” The woman gave an arrogant look. “I’m the lead maid of the living quarters.”

“Wow. I’m sure your parents are very proud.”

Elise gave her a strange look. “They are.”

“I see…” Iris smiled broadly and tapped her cheek. “Imagine how excited they will be to hear you’ve been imprisoned for disrespecting royalty! Maybe they can come visit you on your birthdays?”

A confused silence fell over the room. Finally, realization dawned on her face, and she protested loudly. “You WOULDN’T DARE! I’m the princess’ favorite maid!”

Iris stood up, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet.  Step by step she moved closer. A polite smile remained in place, but her eyes were cold and unsettling.

In her dreams, she was an actress. And not just any actress, one with a very specific reputation:

A woman known for her business acumen and ruthlessness in negotiation. No one ever expected to come out on top when talking contracts, but her acting prowess kept them coming back for the abuse. It was a well-known fact in her dreams:

Anyone who crossed her would regret it.

The maid Elise began to cower as Iris moved within arm’s reach. She technically was taller than then the undernourished princess, but for some reason, she felt small in the face of the aura of power and control that radiated from the young woman in front of her. Her sense of danger heightened, until she panicked, breaking out in apologies.

“I- I’m sorry. I'm sorry!”

Iris’ smile widened. “Sorry for what?”

“Sorry for disrespecting you… Your Highness.”

“You aren’t sorry… not yet anyways.” She leaned forward, whispering a few words quietly in the maid’s ear. The woman turned pale, shaking with fear and shock, stammering non-stop apologies. Finally, Iris raised a hand, bringing her words to a halt.

“I’ll dress myself, Elise. Why don’t you let my father, brothers… and my lovely adopted sister… that I will be down to breakfast shortly.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” Elise curtseyed, cold sweat dripping down her back. Quickly she turned and headed to the door, only stopping when Iris called out again.

“What will you say if my family asks why I am late?”

Their eyes met again, similar to when she had woken up, but with a completely different atmosphere.

Finally, the maid looked away first and broke the silence. “I will tell them it was due to my error, Your Highness.”

“Good girl.” Iris waved her hand dismissively. “Head along now.”

As if released by a slingshot, Elise ran out, nearly falling to the ground in her hurry to get away. Iris chuckled, putting aside the dress that was laid out for her and searching her wardrobe. The dress selected was clearly a ballgown, something overly fancy and completely unsuited for a breakfast, even a royal one. Wearing that would have made her seem awkward and out of place, a country bumpkin who coveted beautiful and shiny things.

After searching for a while, she found a simpler light blue gown with minimal trim and flared sleeves, clearly a more casual daytime dress. It was difficult to put on by herself, but fortunately, she had a lot of practice getting quickly in and out of intricate clothing…

In her dreams at least.

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Once she was fully dressed, she headed downstairs.

Again, she found herself surrounded by luxury. Intricate fixtures, beautiful paintings, even the door handles looked expensive. Iris sighed quietly, realizing that without her advantage she would have very much felt out of her depth.

I do miss modern amenities though. Even the most expensive toilet in a fantasy world like this can’t match a good reliable modern one.

Iris walked towards the dining room, remembering the path she took yesterday. As she passed by, she heard the servants in the corners whispering. Her hearing was excellent, she only picked up a few pieces, but she was able to understand what the sentiment was.”

“Who is…?”

“Came from… slums.”

‘Really? Doesn’t look…”

“Looks like the Queen.”

At the last sentence Iris turned for a moment, glancing at an enormous portrait of a young woman that was displayed in the sitting room adjacent to her destination. She looked a lot like Iris herself. She had similar red hair and gold rimmed irises in a delicate face. Iris stared silently for a few moments, a small pain in her heart for the woman who gave birth to her, but who she had never met.

I wonder how she would feel about this switch? Would she be excited to see me? Or more worried about how my arrival could hurt her raised daughter instead?

Not wanting to dwell on those depressing thoughts too long, she entered the dining room.

“You’re late.” Her father’s grim voice greeted her arrival. He radiated disapproval, with an intimidating atmosphere… to most people at least.

“Good morning!” Iris smiled at her father, unbothered. She sat down at the empty place setting, her posture upright and confident. “I apologize for my tardiness.” She locked eyes with her maid, Elise, who face paled. She stepped forward with a deep gesture.

“I’m so sorry, I woke up the princess late this morning!”

Anthony frowned. “Is this how you serve your new mistress?” The maid shook her head in response, looking even more distraught. The tense atmosphere thickened, before being shattered by a new speaker.

“Elise has always been my maid before this and served me perfectly! It must be some sort of misunderstanding.” Theodora frowned, before looking uneasily at Iris. “Maybe my sister is… just not used to being around servants?”

They were pretty words, and Iris had to appreciate the barbs hidden within them. Especially nice was the subtle implication that it was Iris who had behaved inappropriately.

Iris laughed quietly. “I fail to understand how me not being used to servants would cause the maid to not attempt to wake me up until 30 minutes after breakfast had started.” She paused, looking over the rich clothes of the other girl carefully. “A more likely answer is that she does not view me as a true princess… and why would that be?”

Theodora looked shocked, and her eyes filled with tears. “It’s my fault! If we hadn’t been switched…”

“How dare you blame Theodora!” Dominic slammed his fist down on the table, rattling the plates and cutlery. “She is an innocent…”

“She is an innocent victim, brother, I know.” Iris faced him calmly. “I’m very confused about why Theodora is taking this to heart. It’s not like she as a baby could have engineered the switch… although the person who switched us may have been her relative… who wanted their child to live a life of royalty while the real princess suffered or died…But obviously that is not her fault! So, please don’t blame yourself… Sister.”

A long silence fell over the room as the three men processed her words. Iris wanted to roll her eyes but kept her expression blank. Did they really never consider that it could be someone related to her who did the switch? Do they think they just grabbed a random baby somewhere? She turned her attention to the food. It was multiple tiny plates of intricate food, all things she had never eaten before… while awake. There was multiple odd appearing cutlery, and for a moment, she felt a slight panic deep within her.

 I don’t belong here.

She banished the thought immediately. She was the real princess. Where did she belong, if not here? Drawing on her dream knowledge, she started on the outside, and worked her way carefully through the food. She progressed quietly and smoothly, only glancing up once she felt less hungry… Only to see a hate filled glare on Theodora’s face.

Shocked, Iris glanced down, and when she looked back the look was gone, so quickly that she wondered if she imagined it. But it was real, she knew it deep down. Was it what I said? She glanced down at her hands and smiled. Or the fact that despite them preparing an overly complicated breakfast, I‘ve had no issues? One of the scenes she had acted out in had involved the real princess being humiliated during a meal with her poor table manners. Another improvement in her favor.

One at a time, Iris. Just one small change at a time.

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After breakfast Iris excused herself quickly, not wanting to stay in the tense environment of her smiling “sister” and her father and older brother who were so quick to defend her. Anthony followed her closely, and she found herself smiling up at him. He was the most different from the story she knew. He seemed to care, at least.

“Did you have a good night’s sleep?” He asked as they turned towards the gardens.

Filled with dreams of another world. “Well enough.” She paused. “If not longer than hoped for.”

Anthony winced. “I talk with the head servants. There should be no confusion in how you are to be treated.”

“Don’t waste breath on useless explanations. Words mean little against action. And unfortunately, there’s already confusion, brother. It’s coming from the King and Crown Prince.” She smiled calmly, as if the words didn’t mean anything to her. “Why should the servants see me as something their king doesn’t.”

“Iris… he…”

“Doesn’t look at me like a father who regained his daughter. More like a possible enemy who could threaten his family.” In a way, he’s correct. If he views Theodora as his family, my arrival does make her situation and status complicated.

“…”

Anthony didn’t seem to know how to respond. Ignoring his silent dismay, Iris let out a small cry of delight, swooping down to gently touch a few flowers along the path. The fragile purple petals felt like satin under her fingers. She cupped a few, smiling brightly.

“They are so lovely.” In her joy she accidentally released a small amount of power, leading to the small buds around to bloom beautifully in a few seconds. The rest of the flowers seemed to lean towards her, as if she was their personal sun. In moments a few bright colors became an overwhelming blush of purple, pinks and green.

“Iris?” Anthony spoke up uncertainly.

“Yes, these here are Irises! So lovely and brave of them to bloom so nicely despite the cold.” The castle gardens were much more temperate than the outer city, likely the result of the royal magicians, but it was still not warm enough yet for the flowers to bloom fully. She regretted the accidental release of power, which had attracted them to open up too soon. They would not last long. Silently she stretched out her hands and fed them more power, which would let them last until the weather warmed up some.

“No… Iris… do you have magic?”

She froze at her brother’s question. “… Would it mean much if I said ‘no’?”

“Not much, no.” Anthony laughed. “How long have you had magic? It’s amazing, really… most royalty need guidance to discover it, and usually don’t until adulthood!”

“…”   A long silence fell between them. The smile slowly faded from Anthony’s face, to be replaced by a look of uncertainty.

Iris stared at the flowers, her face cold. “I suppose many royalty haven’t faced starvation.” She stood up, brushing her hands off, the movements stiff. “The old woman who took me in died shortly after I turned ten. She had run a small shop, but after she was gone, some men came and grabbed it. I was too small to hold onto anything valuable… They tried to grab me too. I would have sold for some gold, after all.”

“Iris…”

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying not to think of the horrible night, but unable to stop. Her heart started beating faster with remembered fear. “I stabbed one of their men in the thigh when he tried to grab me. Almost castrated the bastard. Scared them enough for me to get away. But I was too young. I was desperate, alone with no skills to survive. It was spring, and I discovered I had a knack for selling flowers.”

 I started having the dreams that night, and good thing too. “When it got cold, I couldn’t find enough flowers to sell… until I awakened my power.”

She was lost in her memories, when suddenly she was crushed by an overwhelming hug. Her fight or flight response activated and she tried to swing her arms, only to freeze at the sound of her brother’s tearful voice.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Iris. You never should have gotten lost, never should have suffered. I should have found you earlier.”

Iris reached out uncertainly, and patted his back. “It’s okay. You didn’t know. And either way, I’m here, right?”

Anthony’s voice was muffled, his taller frame hanging down as he buried his head on her shoulder. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I need to. Trust me.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting.” Thinking of the ending of her story, Iris added. “You’ve got some time, anyways, until I get married off somewhere.”

“Who is marrying you off!” Anthony raised his head, his eyes angry. “That’s too risky, what if he doesn’t treat you well?! You’ve already suffered so much…. No! Better to marry you close… preferably to someone scared of royalty so you can run home if he makes you angry.”

Hearing his description of his ideal for her husband, Iris couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Okay, brother. I’ll marry someone close by who you can bully, so I’ll never suffer again.”

“You’re making fun of me.” Anthony accused her.

“Yes.”

They both laughed at that, Anthony reached out and rubbed her head affectionately, messing up her hair. As Iris frowned and tried to fix it, he shook his head. “Well we’ve got plenty of time. It’s not like there’s a long list of candidates worthy of marrying a princess…”

“Your Highnesses!” A robed young man entered the garden. “What a coincidence!”

Iris recognized him quickly. “Mage Vicente” She smiled in greeting.

“You look much better rested.” He commented in return.

Anthony looked a bit uneasy, stepping in between the two of them. “What brings you here?”

“I sensed some unusual magic in the garden, so I came to investigate.”

“Well, nothing unusual is happening here, so you should probably keep looking.”

Mage Vicente looked at them both, and gave an amused smile. “Of course. Sorry to disturb you.” He made brief eye contact with Iris again, who felt a distinct familiarity in his gaze. But where would I know him from?

Anthony kept his protective posture, not relaxing until the mage had excused himself and walked away. “Don’t tell anyone of your powers just yet, Iris.”

“Why not?” She hadn’t really planned to. In the story she knew, her father had used her for her powers before abandoning her. She hadn’t meant to display them here, but she supposed she had felt comfortable and safe around Anthony. She was curious as to why he thought she shouldn’t, though.

“We don’t know who meant you harm eighteen years ago. What if they are still around, and mean to finish the job?” He shook his head. “I know father and Dominic don’t want to investigate the switch, as it could lead to public speculation about Theodora, but…” he paused. “I can’t let whoever hurt you try again. I'm looking into it, Iris. I'll find out who did this, and I will protect you in the future.”

“I…” Iris choked on her words, feeling tears fill her eyes. She had been mentally prepared to be alone on this battlefield. To fight an unknown enemy with no one, not even her family on her side. But things were different than she expected. She had an ally, a friend.

A brother.

Unable to articulate her thoughts, she settled for simply hugging him again. He seemed happy with that though, rubbing her head and messing up her hair once more.

“Let’s head back.”

You are a poor girl selling flowers. Today is your birthday but no one knows. When you return home you find the prince of the kingdom waiting for you with a birthday cake. "Are you sure this is the one?" He whispers to his advisor.

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Comfort Headcanons for Frank, Matt, and Mikey

A/n: so I am ridiculously overwhelmed by personal and political stuff right now. And I told myself I was going to write every day this week if possible, but my brain was being difficult today. So instead of working on a longer fic I wrote some self-indulgent headcanons about Frank, Matt, and Mikey caring for an overwhelmed partner. I hope you all enjoy. Please feel free to send me other headcanon requests!

How would they’d react to you being overwhelmed

Frank

Frank would pick up on this IMMEDIATELY

the second your self care habits change, he’s onto you. You stay up later than normal two nights in a row, or run out the door with a granola bar instead of eating a real breakfast, and he is concerned™️

He’s willing to entertain it for three days max. He knows life gets tough sometimes, and he doesn’t want to encroach on your process—but we all know that once this man is worried, he’s minutes away from taking control. He has issues but we love him for it.

On the 4th day, when you’re waking up exhausted after far too little sleep and rejecting his offer to take you out for breakfast, he puts his foot down.

“Gonna order in for dinner tonight, ok? We can watch that movie you wanted to see and turn in early.”

You hastily agree, bolting out the door before you end up late to your job.

When you finally arrive home, he’s all over you in an instant. Murmuring his hellos while helping you out of your coat and shoes, ushering you over the couch.

He’s insisting that you sit in his lap while the two of you pick out dinner, offering suggestions for restaurants instead of leaving the choice open-ended. Given how tired and generally stressed you seem, he wants to take as much weight off your shoulders as possible.

Once dinner has been ordered, he tucks you close to his chest, practically burying you in a jumble of muscular limbs, humming appreciatively when you nuzzle further into his space. His hand is cupped around your nape, thumb gently brushing over your spine as you hunch toward him.

“Ready to talk about what’s botherin’ ya, doll?” The question leaves room to decline, but his stern tone suggests you choose to answer.

He listens carefully as you tell him what’s on your mind, brushing silent kisses against your forehead whenever your breath wavers around a stifled sob. His hands never move from your skin, cradling you to him like he’s trying to absorb your pain.

He wouldn’t let you lift a finger the rest of the night. Retrieving the take out, dishing it up for you, drawing you a bath, tucking you into bed

When you’re beginning to drift off atop his giant shoulder, he’d rest his forehead against yours.

“I know it’s tough right now. But we’ll get through. I promise.”

“Please don’t leave, Frank.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, babydoll.”

Matt

Matt isn’t as observant of your habits and routines, but he can sure as hell pick up changes in body language.

Gritting teeth, blinking back tears, frustrated sighs—he notices all of it. He might not act on it immediately, brushing it off when you explain that you just had a bad day, but when your fatigue and growing apathy persist…

I think you hiding something from him would spook him for sure, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be determined to get answers out of you. He’d set his personal anxieties aside and prepare for a serious talk.

He’d leave the office somewhat early, asking you to meet him at his apartment. He’d offer you a beer, or whatever you were in the mood for (if his lacking fridge and pantry allowed for it), and he’d ask you the big question.

“You aren’t yourself lately. What’s going on?”

He’s not happy when you start crying, but he’s definitely relieved when you collapse into his arms and explain your recent mood. Even more so when you confess it had nothing to do with him.

As always, he harbors immense guilt for not being there, not being endlessly supportive, not being able to solve the issues gnawing at you with his own two fists.

But what he doesn’t realize is that he’s helping just by being there. By being present and absentmindedly squeezing you with his tree-trunk arms. By acknowledging your struggles and offering what he could.

He’d cut his patrols short for a few days, nearly begging you to sleep at his loft instead of in your own bed, so he could keep a metaphorical eye on you. He sleeps better with you by his side anyway.

Mikey

You’re Michael’s whole world, so he’d know you were overwhelmed before you realized it yourself.

As soon as he spotted the stress lines on your face, he’d be on his feet, trying his best to lighten the burden.

He’d walk you to and from work, as always, maybe even stopping by to keep you company on your lunch hour.

When he wasn’t with you, or ignoring his family, he’d be constantly cleaning the house and working through your joint to do list, taking task after task off your plate so you could properly decompress.

He wouldn’t pressure you to talk to him about it, but he’d give you the option.

“I’m here if ya want to talk, pet. Anytime ya need.”

And, of course, you’d take him up on it. Explaining that you could handle everything and you didn’t want him to overwhelm himself trying to help you because it was just a pile of small things that were wearing you down. But he’d have none of it.

“I wanna do this fer ya. Let me help, love.”

He’d bundle you in a knit blanket on the couch and set the tv to your favorite show, kissing the top of your head before heading to the kitchen to clean up after dinner.

I hope you enjoyed! And I hope you’re all doing ok this week. It’s rough out there.

[nightbutterfly09]

Might not be suitable for everyone. If you aren't comfortable with bare body contact, making out, hickeys, I advise you don't proceed ❤️😭

Btw, promise I'm working on the next part for "Am I doing the wrong thing?"

Mr. Tease

“Mi vida~?” Said the deep voice from the bedroom. “Can I have my shirt back? The black one, the one you stole from me?”

You opened the door slowly and looked inside. His chest was bare but it was not like that was unexpected. You walk up to him and hug him tightly from behind burrowing your face in his back. “Say please.” You grin into him.

He turned towards you. Your eyes unintentionally averted down to his chest. “As much as I love you, eyes up here mi cariño.” He smirked and raised your chin.

A smug look smeared across his face. You could help yourself from blushing. No matter how many times you kissed, no matter how much time you spent together it just couldn't fit into your mind. The football prodigy many admire is your boyfriend, and you’ve been living with him for two years. “Will you stop staring?” He chuckled and leaned down to your neck. “Sorry-” “Stop apologizing so much- also, stare at me more..just not now” your cheeks were tinted in a deep cherry red.

“Soo your shirt- say please and I’ll give it to you” you grinned. “Am not doing that” he scoffed and kissed your neck. “You are~” you said and squeezed his cheeks to being his face to yours. “Say please Y/N~” you coed.

He frowned and glanced away “please..” he mumbled quietly. “What was that?” His frown turned into a soft glare. He knew you were just messing around. You heard him clear as day the first time too. “Please.” But he went along with you, because he is aware that there is no way out.

“It's on the right side of my shirt pile” you giggled and let him go. “Thanks” he let out a sigh but pulled you back into him. You shook your head. “Thank YOU, for asking for it back properly.”

“Actually, I don't have to hurry to that interview that much…” he pulled his shirt on. Sae cornered you to lean on the bed. Your face was between his strong arms as he climbed over you.

You could contain your massive smile anymore and your arms slipped up to his neck without a second thought. “Your manager will be mad, so let's not” you said but your hands were dictating a different move. “We won't be long.” He smirked and leaned down to gove you a hickey.

His fingers were curled around your hairstrands and your lips were connected in a fast and passionate dance.

Soon his phone started vibrating. Messages were coming in at a fast pace but he still didn't get up. He and you were way too engrossed in what you two were busy with at the moment.

You always thought that was hot. He loved soccer just as much as you, but he would throw any event, interview or meeting away the second you needed him.

Finally the device quieted down. But not for long. A call disrupted the messy sounds of kisses. He pulled away and frowned at his phone. “Seriously…” he reached for his phone and answered his manager. He put it on speaker but muted himself.

Again he leaned down swiftly and rushed in more kisses. These weren't like the ones before.

These kisses were sloppy and fast. Like he tried to pour every passion he had in it. He rocked his body on top of yours which made you fall deeper.

But it was pointless, he had an interview. This one was actually important. It was supposed to be about his future goals and aspirations as well as his private life. Not that he’d say much about that.

“Sae, are you there?!” The impatient sound of his manager rang out. He turned to unmute himself. “Yeah, listening.“ he said between more passionate kisses.

He bit down on your neck which caused you to let out a loud moan. Your face got embarrassingly pink and he smirked and picked his phone up to show that he was unmuted.

The voice from the call didn't dare speak anymore. “What? I was in the middle of something - I can't just throw out everything just because of your call.” Sae sighed.

“Just get to the venue now!” And with that the man hung up. He might’ve been too embarrassed to continue. “W-wait- he might think we were…” you gulp. “It's his fault for having dirty thoughts, not mine.” he grinned. “Now, where were we?” your boyfriend shrugged.

Finally he got his car keys and went to his car. “When I’m back home, we will continue.” He eyed the hickeys on your neck. “Hermosa~”

You bit your lips and looked away in embarrassment. “Have a good interview” and on that note you shut the door. Leaving him with his smirk there.

[lostintransist]

Fallen Angel | Charcuterie

Part 1 | AO3 | *This is a story told in scenes and can be read in any order though is listed in chronological order on the masterlist.

<I know you still have it. Can you take the credit card and buy a bunch of cheeses, meats, fruits, and pick up some of those fancy ice cube trays you’ve been eyeing?

The message from Simon had you fighting back the urge to rip him a new asshole. You know he isn’t trying to be rude. The guys were due home after six weeks gone and Simon needed a few days to acclimate to the fact you were not one of the soldiers and would bitch him out if he tried to treat you as such. It didn’t help that your period was kicking you down every step it could find and then dragging you into the octagon by your hair to go ten rounds.

>Incorrect. I snapped that fucker in half because it made me nauseous to have a black card in my wallet when I couldn’t afford to fill my tank.

Ten minutes pass before your phone dings with the message tone.

<You snapped a metal card in half?

>Yes. I was very determined.

You can feel the nose pinching from wherever Simon might be right now. He only did that move when exasperated. You watched John pull the same move about any number of minor annoyances.

John’s face appears on your phone for a video call within three breaths. Of course, they were talking about you.

Rolling your eyes and praying your eye doesn’t start twitching you answer the call. John is sporting a new bruise on his cheek and a split lip. You know better than to comment on it since the guys will let you look them all over when you get home.

“Hi, love. Can you do me a favor?”

Your tongue slides over your teeth behind your lip, the syrupy sweetness of his voice makes you want to reach through the phone and strangle him. Fuckers must not have deleted the period tracking app from Johnny’s phone like you demanded they did.

“What?” You ask brusquely.

“In my bedside drawer is a plain envelope with your name on it, inside is your copy of the card to the house fund. Can you take that and go buy whatever Simon already texted you and a snack for yourself?”

You can hear Johnny in the background asking to say hi and then getting promptly dragged away. From what you can see around John they are on a military base somewhere, the nondescript buildings in light beige and gray giving it away.

“Which bedside drawer John? All of your drawers can be reached from your bed.”

He had two and every time you visited his room to spend time with him or to simply sniff his pillows because you missed him you noticed the two nightstands and the massive dresser next to the bed.

Gary’s bark of a laugh reached you as John focused off-screen to glare at him.

John’s face softens when he turns back to look at you.

“The nightstand closest to the door, please.”

“Why have you been keeping a card for the house account from me? None of you let me pay anything into it.”

You weren’t bitter about that argument still. You weren’t.

He lets out a slow breath as he decides you won’t pick this fight back up now.

“I wasn’t keeping it from you. It only arrived before we left on this last job and I haven’t had a chance till now to tell you about it. But from what you did to the card from Simon it seems like a good thing I haven’t given it to you yet.” He looks at you with one brow cocked under his hat.

“Keep it up John and I will shrink all your hats one by one.”

The smile that broke across his face at your threat warmed you from the inside out.

“We love you, and we will be home by six. Be sure to stop by the pharmacy and get some painkillers for your cramps.”

With that, he ended the call.

“Fucker,” you mutter angrily to yourself as you stomp across the house and into John’s room. “Telling me what to do from across the country so I don’t bite him. Yes, I need pain meds and yes we are out. No excuse hang up the call instead of letting me yell at him like a man.”

Your angry tirade continued as you slid on your shoes and drove first to the pharmacy and then to the store. You bought two energy drinks to ensure you could survive until your guys got home and then spent an hour looking at cheese. Okay, more like an hour talking to the cheesemonger before getting yourself a couple of slices of Swiss and turkey to go along with the fancy cheeses you bought for the guys. The ice trays you did not need to buy this trip since you had already bought some two weeks ago to make your at-home drinks more fun.

At 5:30 the cheese tray sat ready, the ice had fully frozen, and all of the guy’s preferred alcohol had been pulled from the liquor cabinet. Cracking open your energy drink you transferred it into a new glass and sat down to wait for them. They would be early. John seemed to forget that when they were all motivated to get home they moved faster. Fifteen minutes earlier than John’s prediction and they rolled in the door. You rose to meet them, flurries of kisses and hugs as they all dispersed to their rooms to change and come back to the kitchen for food.

Gary came back first, wrapping himself around you like if he squeezed just right he could absorb you. You smiled and leaned into the love, having missed them tremendously while they were gone.

“You come back whole?”

He hums in confirmation and then is peeled off of you as Kyle replaces him in your embrace. Gary doesn’t fight it; instead, he grabs a plate and piles it high with the many options you grabbed beyond cheese and meat. This process is repeated until all of your men have been grounded in your presence and gorge themselves on food.

Finally able to move freely again you grab your own plate from the fridge and sit down at the table with them.

Johnny pokes at your plate.

“What’s this now?”

“I didn’t want fancy cheese so I bought some normal cheese,” you shrug as layer a cracker, cheese, and a bit of your turkey to pop into your mouth.

His hand sneaks forward to try and steal one for himself but you smack the back of his fingers before he can touch your plate. With one hand over your mouth, brows pulled together in frustration, and an angry finger pointed his way, Johnny gets the point.

Swallowing hard to clear your mouth you address him.

“If you don’t want fancy cheese next time don’t let Simon be in charge of texting me. You know he always wants the good stuff,” you finish your sentence with a sip from your glass. “Now if no one else needs me I am going to go curl up and die.”

Kyle opens his mouth to add something but you speak over his objections.

“I will lay down in John’s bed so everyone can fit in for a cuddle.”

John and Simon share a smile before looking back at you.

Your loves were home, and with them came the constant evolving chaos that was the home you shared.

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[emsdevs]

A Luke Hughes ask of his girlfriend going into labour and him telling his family he is a dad to a son

a/n: I'm so sorry for the wait nonnie! I hope you still like it! Also everyone please note: I have never been pregnant and therefore do not know the exact process of having a baby. If there are inaccuracies, please ignore them. Thanks and enjoy dad!Luke :)

Labor of Love

You swore you both would be prepared for this, and you definitely were. Luke, on the other, didn’t seem to be taking it as well. When you felt your water break, you called him into the room, telling him the situation.

“Oh god. Oh no. We have so much to do. Oh my god. Okay, you can get changed if you wanna, and I’ll get everything in the car,” he said, frantically moving around the room.

“Luke, baby, I can’t change my pants by myself,” you answered, significantly calmer.

“Right! Right, I knew that,” he plays it off, coming over to help you undress and redress. He moves you to the car where you get situated while he runs around grabbing everything you might need while at the hospital. 

After you arrived and got checked in, Luke called his family, letting them know you had gone into labor and were at the hospital. Next, he called yours. It was very early in the off-season and you went into labor a little bit early, so they would have to fly in from Michigan, unable to be there until two days later at the earliest. After many excited reactions, he was finally done with his round of phone calls, and he walked back into your room in just enough time for you to start laboring. Fourteen hours of blaming and yelling at Luke later, you had delivered your baby and were waiting to find out the gender. You both had agreed since it was your first child, you wanted to wait to find out the gender until the baby was born. Soon, your baby was in your arms and the midwife was telling you that you’d delivered a beautiful baby boy. The tears started flowing the moment he was placed in your arms, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Luke in the same state beside you. 

“You did so well, baby. Look what you brought us,” he was getting choked up staring at the perfect mix of you and him.

“He’s so perfect,” you move your finger so your son can grab it, “a baby boy.” Soon, the nurses were stealing him away to run all the tests needed, and you instructed Luke to never let your baby boy out of his sight. Eventually, your boys returned, and you all got some much-needed family time. Soon though, you and your son were in desperate need of sleep, so Luke took that time to go inform his family. When he walked through the doors to the waiting room, everyone stood up waiting for whatever news he had for them. 

“She’s doing good, and the baby was born at 3:17. He’s healthy and so perfect,” he sniffled at the end of his sentence, feeling the tears beginning to well up again.

“He?” Luke heard your mom ask.

“Yeah we had a baby boy,” he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He was crying because of the pure joy he felt, his mother wrapping him in her arms while she shed her own tears. Distantly, he could hear Jack and his father having their own celebration before Jim went to call Quinn who couldn’t be there because of playoffs. Gently, Ellen pulled back before asking what name you two had decided on. You both had kept your picks for the names a secret, wanting to keep it to yourselves for as long as possible.

“Samuel Bennett,” he spoke softly.

“Samuel Bennett Hughes,” Ellen breathed, “He sounds perfect, Luke.”

“He is, Mom,” before Luke could start crying again, Jack brought him into a hug, telling him he knew he’d be a good father. His father was the last to hug him, being sure Luke knew how proud he and Ellen were. He let them be the ones to inform Quinn and your family, wanting to get back to his family.

When he got to the room, he took a moment to really take in you and Samuel. You were the love of his life, and he couldn’t wait to see where this road takes you both. He couldn’t wait to spend more time with Samuel and get to know the little boy that you two, mainly you, brought into this world. He was so incredibly thankful to be able to have this moment. You two have been through a lot since getting together in high school. You even stuck with him after he got drafted, choosing to transfer to a school in New Jersey to be closer to him. He’s always had your unwavering support, and he hopes you know he’ll always have your back as well. Right now though, he’s sure both of you will be the co-founders of Samuel’s fan club. No matter what happened or where life leads the two of you, he knows he has you and Samuel, and that’s enough for him.

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I saw your insomnia post for Shadow and oh my god I loved it, especially since sleeping is one of my greatest issues so I thought I'd request something as well! Today I got one of my worst migraines I've ever had but after I recovered from it with some medicine and a long nap I thought it'd be an interesting idea to see what Shadow would do if the reader got a migraine? You're free to write this however you like, Im excited to see it!

“A Huge Pain (in the head)”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: You didn’t have migraines often, but when you did, they were hell. Luckily you had your partner to help you out this time.

Notes: Oughh I love excuses to write fluff and excuses to write for Shadow, even if almost every request in my inbox right now is Shadow- But either way! I hope you enjoy!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

(TW: Swearing.)

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Today was already shit.

You woke up cold, your partner, Shadow, had already left the bed, and worst of all?

You had a migraine.

“But [Name], it’s just a migraine!” some might say.

But your migraines were. The. Worst.

They could take days to disappear, and you were always more irritable. You always felt horrible about it, but when on a migraine, everything annoyed you.

Today was going to be garbage.

Grumbling while holding your head, you throw what little covers you have on off, rummaging through the closet and putting on the first decent outfit you have. Good thing you’re off work today. That would’ve made today even worse.

Opening the bedroom door, you get a whiff of something in the kitchen.

Something good.

Smells like french toast, one of your favorite breakfast foods.

You walk into the kitchen and Shadow notices you, him letting off a small smile.

“Morning, [Name],” Shadow says. “Sleep well?”

“Eh, kinda…” you mutter, sitting at the table, rubbing your temple. “I woke up with a killer migraine.”

“A migraine, hm?” Shadow asks. “Let me finish making breakfast and I’ll help you take care of it.”

“What, are you gonna massage the pain away or something?” you joke.

“That’s part of it, yes,” Shadow states.

You blink twice, your face tinting red.

You were not expecting that answer.

Not long after, Shadow sets your french toast down in front of you, along with a glass of water, which you quickly down before anything else. Water usually helps slightly with your migraines, after all.

The two of you enjoy your breakfast, and after having brushed your teeth, you and Shadow head over to the couch at Shadow’s request, and he has you lay your head on his lap before starting to massage your scalp. You smile softly from the sensation, sighing happily, your eyes shutting on their own.

“You’re too kind to me sometimes, Shadow,” you mutter. He lets out a chuckle.

“You’d do the same for me if I had a migraine,” he states.

“You’re not wrong,” you say. “Regardless, this feels nice.”

“I’m glad,” Shadow says. “If it still bothers you after this, we can go cuddle on the bed.”

You make a hum of affirmation, allowing yourself to melt into the massage.

You were glad to have a partner like him.

[secretlysimpash]

3 way call🏷🚁

Warning(s): afab fem reader, smut, phone sex, poly PriceNik x reader, MDNI

The phone rang once...Twice...In the middle of the third ring, a familiar, gruff voice picks up. One that is rough from years of cigars, but also one that holds a softness for you.

"Hey, doll...You need somethin'?" John's voice comes through, accompanied by the quiet drone of a car engine and gravel under tires.

"Jh...John, I was just...Calling to check in." You say, trying to keep your tone as even as possible.

Though...It's a bit hard to keep a steady voice devoid of any stuttering or certain sounds when you're bent over the kitchen counter, a thick cock rutting along your soaked folds. The tip rubs over your clit again and again, before slipping in just enough to make you suck in a deep breath.

"I'm just headin' home now, love. The meeting went smoother than expected. Store was absolutely packed too, but I got what we...Needed for...The cannolis?" You can practically hear his brow furrowing over the phone when you shudder out a breath. "Doll, is everything okay? You hurt?"

You try to string together a response, lips close to the phone. Maybe too close...So Nikolai threads his fingers through your hair, yanking just enough to bring his lips to your ear.

"Well...? Are you hurt, малышка?" He asks in a teasing tone, low enough that Price probably won't pick up on it. His hips snap forward after he shoves the skirt of your dress up more, drawing an honestly pathetic mewl from you. "Answer him, baby..." He ends that last demand with a nip to your earlobe.

"Nnh! No! No, not in pain, John!" You babble out, trying to cover the next moan with a forced cough. "No, I'm okay...Dih...Did they have thhh...The powdered sugar...?" A stupid question from the depths of your fucked-stupid brain. His dick hasn't even been inside of you that long yet...Pathetic, truly.

Silence on the other end. Silence while Nikolai sets into a steady pace, thrusting into your gummy walls.

"'Course they did." John responds after a moment of your own deep breathing. You can hear the sound of his car stopping through the speaker. "I stopped at the store near base, so I'm still about twenty minutes away."

Oh, lovely.

"O-oh yeah...? I'm--ohgod--I'll see you soon..."

Faintly, you hear him kill the engine. Then, the rustling of clothes...A zipper being tugged down.

"I think you'll see me right now." He said matter-of-factly, followed by a soft chuckle. "Nikolai...Help our bird out, hang up."

Your cheeks burn slightly when you realize that he knew. Of course he knew. A soft, frustrated whine leaves you as Nikolai stops thrusting for a moment. He stalls inside of you, cock twitching as he hangs up the call. Not even a second later, a video call comes through.

Nikolai picks up, positioning the phone to keep both of you in view.

"John! This view is fine, yes?"

On the other end, you can see John leaning back in the driver's seat, fly undone and pants shoved down enough to free his cock. He's slowly stroking it from the base to the reddened tip, eyes on you and Nikolai.

"Good...Fine for now. Might ask you to give me a different view soon but...Resume for now, love." He instructs, his eyes darker than you remember. "Keep making those pretty noises for Nik and I...Can't drive the rest of the way home like this..."

Without hesitation, Nikolai goes back to thrusting...Even deeper than before as he buries himself inside of you. He pulls you up slightly, enough that John can see him pawing at your tits, tugging your hardened buds to pull more moans from you.

Once Nikolai and John came, John instructs Nik to keep you plugged up until he gets home...And the rest of the night, your husbands made sure every hole was filled over and over and over.

[sammyluvr]

✶ honey — jennifer jareau

cw : gn!bau!reader, fluff, alcohol consumption/mentions, unedited, 860 words. requested ! for my 900 followers event [ closed ] .

prompt : a balcony in someone else’s mansion + “honey–” “why do you keep calling me that?” “i– do you want me to stop?” “…no.”

“where’s jj?” you call to whoever might hear you first, leaning against the doorframe that leads into rossi’s vast backyard. the whole team is milling about, various glasses of alcohol in each hand. your own red wine nearly spills a bit when you lightly trip over the ledge on the floor. you meet eyes with hotch after steadying yourself and give him a sheepish grin. he returns a contained, but affectionate smile. he must’ve seen your little misstep.

“she went up to the balcony,” he tells you, nodding his chin up towards the second floor. the small smile on his face has turned knowing.

“thanks,” you murmur, understanding the look on his face and feeling your cheeks warm because of it. then you duck your head and turn back into the house to go find her. you’re not looking for her for any particular reason other than the fact that you like to be with her whenever you get the chance. you also want to be sure that she’s alright, and that she’s just taking some time away from the bustle in the backyard rather than hiding away.

it turns out to be a bit of both. she’s just tired, is all. you can see it in the way she leans against the banister and the soft droop to her eyelids. but she’s also relaxed, glad to be here with friends. the wine glass in her hand boasts the deep red as yours.

“hey,” you murmur, coming to stand next to her and look out at the scene below you, just as she’s doing. spencer talks animatedly to emily, who listens with a fond smile. hotch has settled on a lawn chair near penelope, who has wrapped him into her conversation with morgan. rossi has disappeared for the moment, along with the charcuterie board, so you can assume he’s gone to refill it. these are the best sort of nights for this team, and as a bonus, you’re graced with being alone with one gorgeous jennifer jareau.

jj turns to look at you instead, for a moment, “hi,” she smiles. the tone of her voice confirms what you already knew; tired, but relaxed. the sort of tired where you can imagine sitting with her on one of those plush couches downstairs and she falls asleep on your shoulder. she did that once, on the plane ride back home from a case. you thought the beating of your heart might wake her, but instead she slept there for nearly a whole hour before moving unconsciously again. you think about it a lot.

you’re about to say something about the wine; how it took you a long time to recognize a good bottle. this one is good, of course. it’s rossi’s. “y’know, honey–,” the pet name slips out, like it often does around her. it’s been consistently brushed off by your affinity for sweet names. you say things like thank you, love, to random strangers who open the door, or no, that’s okay, sweetheart, to team members offering you coffee after you’ve had enough.

but you only call jj honey, and that’s why she interrupts you, “why do you keep calling me that?”

you startle, not expecting the direct question. it’s inevitable that it would be noticed; your habit of calling her that is the easiest sort of thing for a bunch of profilers to pick up on. and you sort of want to answer by telling her it’s because she’s sweet, like honey, but you don’t. “i– do you want me to stop?” you ask instead.

there’s a moment of soft quiet before she decides, “no. i don’t want you to stop.” she’s looking right at you now, meeting your eyes with this sort of clarity that makes your heart leap. you follow it by taking your own leap of faith.

“and… would you want me to stop if i kissed you right now?” you say, voice lowering just a touch as you hold her eye contact.

she has to hold back from grinning and rolling her eyes a bit. “anyone could look up and see us,” she points out, her voice softening to match yours. she does sound genuinely cautious though. kissing her would certainly be against the rules. but over the years, you’ve both learned to bend them.

either way, you respect her concern, even if everyone else would be able to tell without much effort if things between you two really changed. the tension is already easy to pick up on for them, but a kiss or more might become very easily obvious without avoidance of the subject and excellent acting.

“well, then,” you smile softly, “would you want me to stop if i kissed you not right now, but when we get into the hallway? or the bathroom, away from prying eyes?” there’s no perfect solution while you’re here; someone could come looking for you, or someone could see you leaving the bathroom together. but that reframing of your question is enough for her.

she smiles back, looking radiant. she’s like the damn sun to you, but much prettier. “no. i wouldn’t want you to stop, honey.”

[jetblack4realz]

dinner - yellowstone (+ 1923) boys

kayce, spencer, lee, ryan

what it's like prepping dinner with the yellowstone men

kayce dutton:

"you know this is going to end terribly, right?" he asked as he watched you from the entrance, leaning against the door frame.

"it'll be fine," you answered, shooting him a smile as you tossed the pasta noodles into the boiling water. "beth's issue is just with that dining room. she ain't got any problems with our dining room - especially since we'll be dining outside tonight."

"i just don't know why you want to host dinner with my family anyways," he said, sighing as he walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. you squeezed one of his hands before returning to the zucchini.

"because i can't remember the last time we've had a good dinner, all of us, together. has tate ever had a successful family dinner with them?"

he hummed. "don't think i've ever had one."

"my point exactly. might as well have them over here at our place now that we've redone it and made it all nice, get them out of that huge house and away from that stupid table beth hates, and have a good dinner. your family loves each other, babe, they just cannot have a single good meal. we can try to change that."

"i'm sure dad is thankful you are," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the side of you head as he stood up. "now, do you need help with anything?"

"that chicken needs grilling and you know i ain't gonna do it," you said, laughing as you pointed to the plate of marinated chicken. you beamed at your husband. "thank you, kayce."

he grabbed you around your waist again, pulling you into him as he smiled down at you. he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "sure."

as he walked off, you watched him with a smile and quickly smacked his ass. "you're cute!"

he just laughed, shaking his head and walking out onto the back deck to start up the grill, plate of chicken in hand. "not as cute as you, baby!"

"you guys are gross." you turned to see tate watching you with a grimace and you laughed.

"we do our best. go get changed into something a bit nicer, we've got dinner in a few."

spencer dutton:

"what in the world are you wearing?"

you felt two hands move to grip your hips as a kiss was pressed to your shoulder. you laughed. "what does it look like, spencer? your shorts."

"why? my aunt and uncle will be here any moment," he mumbled, kissing your cheek next.

"i told them 6:30, it's only 6," you defended lamely after glancing at the grandfather clock cara had gifted you for your wedding.

"how about you change and i take over whatever it is you're cooking," he suggested, his last kiss landing on the side of your head.

"well, you've got to wear an apron then. we don't want you getting red sauce on your new pants," you said, turning in his arms and reaching back to untie your half apron. you leaned forward to tie it around his waist, smiling up at him as he laughed lightly. you finished, pulling back and crossing your arms across your chest, admiring your work. "you look cute."

"oh, do i?"

"really cute," you hummed, nodding and moving to press a quick kiss to his lips, "i'll be back. i'll put on that dotted blue dress you like."

"hey, hold on," he said, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into his chest as he smiled down at you. one hand rose to cup your jaw as he captured your lips once more, the kiss slow and sweet as your hands rose to rest on his chest. when he pulled back, he pecked your lips once more, and then was left smiling. "okay. you can do that now."

"don't let it burn," you said sternly, watching him turn back to the sauce that was on the gas stove.

"yes, ma'am."

lee dutton

"you really aren't gonna help me, are you?" you asked as you eyed him, just leaning against the kitchen counter with a stupid grin on his face.

he laughed, shaking his head. "no ma'am. unless you start something on the fire, i'm staying out of the cooking."

"you sure you won't even cut vegetables for me?" you asked with a hopeful smile.

"baby, it ain't my fault you volunteered to make us all dinner when gator is literally paid to do it," he said. "you cut those vegetables yourself."

"lee," you groaned, moving around the island to come to his side, hands instantly wrapping around his waist. "please."

he smiled down at you as he wound his arms around you as well. "no."

"come on!" you whined, leaning your head on his chest. "please."

"no. you got yourself into this, you can get yourself out of it."

"i didn't just volunteer me, i volunteered you too, lee jacob dutton."

"i did not agree to that."

"i'm your wife, you don't need to."

he laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "no thanks, baby."

you pulled back then, eying him for several moments before reaching a hand up to cup his cheek and bring his lips to yours. except you didn't completely, hovering over his mouth as a small smile pulled at the corner of your lips. he pulled you closer to him by your hips, leaning in to just take your lips himself, but you pulled back, smile growing as you avoided his attempts.

you finally dragged your hand down his neck to his chest, pushing away from him and walking back to collect your washed vegetables and place them on the cutting board. he stared at you with his mouth fallen open in slight disbelief.

"hey, hey, hey," he said quickly as you began chopping the lettuce. he rounded the counter quickly, coming up behind you to take the knife from you. "i'll do that for you, don't worry."

you slid out of his way happily, hand on his arm as you turned to move back to the potatoes. "aw, thank you cowboy."

you pressed a kiss to his cheek before moving around him to get back to your cooking. he was quick though, grabbing your waist and pulling you back into him, pressing his lips to yours roughly. you held his face in one hand, the other on his bicep as you kissed him deeper.

once you broke away, both catching your breath, you smiled at him. "that's why i don't need your permission to volunteer for things."

ryan:

"hell yeah!" colby whooped as you walked in the bunkhouse, grocery bags in hand. ryan wasn't long behind you, both of y'all laughing at his best friend's reaction.

"you gonna cook us some dinner?" lloyd asked with a smile, taking your bags from you and setting them on the counter.

you offered him a gracious smile before glancing back at colby. "hell yeah i am. what do you boys want?"

"pasta!"

"burgers!"

"steak!"

"tacos!" teeter suggested, after spotting the tortillas peeking out of the bag.

"ooh, i like that idea," you said with a laugh, winking at teeter as she grinned at you. "tacos it is."

"want me browning meat?" ryan asked, moving around you to grab the ground beef. he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek as you turned to answer him, leaving you laughing instead.

"yes, thank you cowboy," you said.

"eww," colby whined.

"don't do that," teeter said, smacking him on the head. "you say that 'bout them an' you ain't gonna get anything from me."

"good," colby mumbled. you turned with raised brows and a laugh.

"there's no way you just said that!" you screeched. teeter whacked him again, lloyd laughing as he sat at the table across from him. "you know what, colby, you're cutting onions!"

"what? no!"

"you have to now, you can't just say that to my teeter girl and not have a punishment," you said, flinging an arm around the pink-haired woman and raising your brows at him. when he moved to protest you continued. "it's either that or i beat your ass."

"and so would i!" ryan chimed in.

"fine," colby groaned, standing and moving to grab a cutting board out.

you kissed teeter's cheek before bouncing off to fry the tortillas, grabbing the pan, canola oil, and corn tortillas and moving to ryan's side, flicking on the stove. as you poured the oil, ryan smiled down at you. he leaned into your side and tapped his boot to yours, catching your attention.

"i like it when you come around the bunkhouse," he told you quietly.

"i like it too," you hummed, smiling up at him. you leaned closer to him, whispering now. "but i like being able to take you home afterwards."

he laughed, a faint redness rising to his cheeks as he glanced away from you. "damn baby. how can i argue with that?"

"you can't," you chirped, laughing at his expression. "ain't you glad you put a ring on it when you did?"

he kissed you then, smiling into it. "damn right i am."

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Cheek

@jegulus-microfic January 20, Word count 926

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They’d been up there for a long time. So long, in fact, that James had eaten his breakfast and even though he’d been adamant about not going back up with breakfast, he’d relented and now here he was walking all the way back up to Gryffindor tower, hopping over the slimy snail trails that had yet to be cleaned up, with a stack of jam and toast for the brothers. He just hoped that they were both in one piece. 

Peter came hurtling down the marble staircases, jumping the last three steps as they began to move and landing at James’s feet as he stumbled forward. 

“Alright, Pete?” James asked, helping his fallen friend to his feet. 

“Yeah, just wanted to get away from those two,” He said, jabbing his thumb towards Gryffindor Tower. James swallowed, nervous that they’d gone too far. 

“What were they doing when you left?” He asked, dreading the answer. 

“Laughing,” Peter answered. James stared at him blankly, because that didn’t sound feasible. 

“Are you sure they were laughing?” He asked again. 

“Yup, I could hear Sirius’s bark all the way to the portrait hole.” 

“Thanks, Pete,” James said absentmindedly as he turned onto the third-floor corridor and used a secret crawl space under a bookcase to get up to the next floor. It was quicker than waiting around for the stairs to come back. 

James took a deep breath as his hand hovered over the doorknob on their dorm room door. He could hear a quiet murmur on the other side. Surely that was a good thing because when he’d left they’d been shouting. He screwed his eyes shut and twisted the knob. 

Regulus and Sirius were sitting opposite each other, Sirius on Remus’s bed and Regulus on James’s, chatting. “I bought you guys breakfast,” James said when both sets of grey eyes fixed on him. 

He split the stack, gave half to Sirius, and took the rest over to Regulus. “Everything alright?” He asked them. Regulus nodded as he bit into a lie of toast. Sirius folded an entire slice into quarters and stuffed it into his mouth, jam oozing from the corners of his mouth as he chomped down. Regulus pulled a face at the sight of his brother. 

“I see your table manners haven’t improved, Sirius. You’re worse than a dog,” He scoffed as he took another delicate bite of his toast. Sirius and James burst out laughing, crumbs spraying everywhere from Sirius’s mouth. 

“You’re almost right, but I’d say he was exactly as bad as a dog,” James said through his laughter, which set Sirius off all over again. 

“I feel like I’m missing something,” Regulus said, looking between James and Sirius. 

“You are,” Sirius told him after swallowing hard to empty his mouth. “But that information is for when we know we can all trust you,” Sirius’s gaze moved to James, and James stopped laughing. Sirius’s eyes were stony as they stared into him. “I mean it, Prongs, you can’t tell him, it’s not just us who will suffer if he tells anyone,” James nodded solemnly. He might have shown Regulus the map and his cloak, but he’d never, never betray his friends like that. That secret he’d take to his grave if the rest of the marauders told him he couldn’t tell Regulus. 

“Sirius, we have potions first, so we’d better get going,” Regulus stood up, holding onto his stack of toast still. 

“I’d better get going as well. I left my bag in my dorm room, and I have charms. Bye,” He said reaching up on his tiptoes to kiss James on the cheek and started to walk towards the door. 

“Wait, love!” James called out before he could open the door. Regulus turned his head to look at him and Sirius’s mouth dropped open with a little pop. 

“Did you just call him love? And did you just respond?!” Regulus and James ignored him. 

“You need the cloak,” James reminded Regulus. Regulus’s eyes went wide, and he hurried back over to James. James handed him the cloak and bent to kiss him this time. Regulus swung the cloak over himself. 

“Hang on, and we’ll walk down with you,” James told the empty space in front of him. “Sirius?”

“Yep, yep, one second,” He said around his last piece of toast. He grabbed his back and then hurried over to his bed, dipping underneath and coming back out with a shoebox. 

“Don’t you dare,” Regulus’s voice rang angrily around the room.

“What?” James asked. 

“He’s getting the rest of his snails,” Regulus growled. 

“Sirius,” James sighed in exasperation. He loved his best friend dearly, but he was tired of giant snails. 

“We have herbology after potions; I’m going to release them,” He said, shoving the box into his bag.

“Watch him,” Regulus ordered James. 

“Planning to,” James shook his head as a smile appeared on his lips. “Right, let's get going, or Slughorn’s will make us clean out the old crust cauldrons again. With Regulus hidden under the invisibility cloak, the three of them made their way down to the dungeons. Regulus pulled the cloak off behind a suit of armour and stuffed it into James’s hands as he stormed past towards the secret entrance to the Slytherin Common room. 

“Ugh,” Sirius gagged as he looked up at James’s smitten face. “Stop looking at my brother like that, and let’s go!” James followed Sirius to their classroom, but he couldn’t quite get his face to stop showing how in love he was with Regulus. 

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[tommyshelby87]

Robert and mister Rogers

Hey everyone, I wrote a short story about Robert meeting mister Rogers, which I think would be very wholesome and sweet :3 I would love to know what you all think!

Robert Fischer let out an annoyed sigh when the elevator stopped abruptly. He knew that it might take a while before the elevator would be on its way again, there have been problems with it for weeks now. He kept pressing buttons, hoping to jig it awake but it was no use. He growled in frustration and glanced at his watch.

“It might be a while, we should relax and take a breather,” an elderly man in a red cardigan and sneakers said in a soft voice.

Robert turned to face him, he hadn’t even registered that there had been someone in the elevator with him, busy as he was.

“Oh..eh…yes…I guess that’s true. But I have an important meeting to get to…” he stammered, checking his watch again.

The man smiled at him and shrugged. “Nothing we can do about it, I’m afraid.”

Robert huffed and started to pace around. “I’m not someone that gives up easily,” he said in an annoyed voice and got his phone out, cursing when he noticed that he had no reception.

Again he started to slam on the elevator buttons, getting more and more agitated. “Go damn it!”

The other man stepped closer and put a hand on Roberts shoulder. “Come on, step away from the buttons, over here,” he said softly but firmly as he led Robert to the other part of the elevator.

“I have things to do, I can’t just stand around and…and…do nothing!” Roberts said in an agitated manner, even though he did follow the other man into the other corner.

“ Son, you are working too hard. Take a breather. Think of something that makes you smile.”

Robert scoffs. “I don’t have time to smile.”

The man tilted his head, looking concerned. “You don’t have time to smile? But what could be more important than that?”

Robert stared at him in disbelief then snorted in derision. “You think my father build this company by smiling? That I can keep it running with a grin? Doesn’t work that way in the real world, I’m afraid.”

The man smiled at him. “Ah Robert Fischer. Nice to meet you. I’m Fred Rogers.” He held out his hand and Robert reluctantly shook it. “A pleasure to meet you, mister Rogers. I take it you don’t work here?”

The man chuckled. “Oh no, no, I’m just here to see someone, that’s all.”

“So you have no idea of the things that are on the line here, of the deals I have to make, the deadlines I need to follow..” Robert listed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You know what the most important thing in the world is to me right now, Robert” Mister Rogers asked him kindly.

Robert scoffed. “Do tell.”

“Talking to Robert Fischer,” the man answered.

For a few moments, Robert was taken aback. Something about the kindness of this man struck a chord with him. He didn’t want anything from him, he didn’t need anything from him.

He didn’t make Robert worry, he didn’t scold him for missing a meeting, he wanted to talk to him. Even more so, talking to him was the most important thing to him. Tears filled Robert’s eyes and he looked away with a sob.

“I’m sorry..I..” he muttered, embarrassed to the core. “It’s alright, Robert. You’ve been working hard, haven’t you?” Mister Rogers said as he put a hand on Robert’s shoulder.

“Very hard..it’s…it’s all I do. I have to make my father proud,” Robert rasped.

“I bet your father is very proud of you. Just for being you.”

Robert shook his head. “Then you don’t know my father. My mother died when I was eleven years old. ‘Robert, there's really nothing to be said.’ I was eleven,” he bitterly recalls.

Mister Rogers frowns and thinks it over.

“When we love a person, we accept him or her exactly as is: the lovely with the unlovely, the strong with the fearful, the true mixed in with the façade, and of course, the only way we can do it is by accepting ourselves that way. Maybe…maybe your father struggled with that. And that doesn’t make you feel any better of course but…but I think that your father loves you. To the best of his capabilities,” he finally says.

Mister Rogers smiles as he sees that Robert is struggling with a response.

"I'm proud of you for the times you came in second, or third, or fourth, but what you did was the best you had ever done."

Robert starts to cry. Mister Rogers holds him, stroking his back soothingly. “There, there, neighbour. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you,” Robert rasped and he meant it.

With all his heart.

[uselessmoonlight]

Stranger part 9

Reader is Telemachus' friend, and when he leaves for his "diplomatic mission" he asks her to watch over his mother.

Later, once the king has returned, she stumbles upon an injured Poseidon.

Previous / series masterlist / next

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Content specs: she/her pronouns used, afab reader, Platonic! Telemachus x reader, Epic!Poseidon x reader, possible OOC!Poseidon, Polites’ daughter! Reader, unrequited love, blood, fighting, nudity, illusion, possibly more?, trying to avoid using y/n, slowburn, suggestive themes, English is not my first language, sorry if it's too much exposition, it's my first fic.

Ónoma literally means name in Greek, at least according to google translate. View this as the y/n of this fic.

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Every time Odysseus looked at his son’s friend, he was hit with a wave of guilt and grief. She looked so much like her father, the father he’d failed to protect, his greatest friend. Yet she was so different from him. Polites had not been around to teach her his ideals, and it showed, though, if he were to believe his son, she actually did hold the same sentiments as her father.

Then she’d said the same thing that wretched God had said when he drowned most of his fleet. Logically he knew that it wasn’t an uncommon ideology, it was one he’d learned to live by during his years at sea, but emotionally? He was sent back to the moment his comrades died, calling for him. It was all he saw as he screamed at the poor girl.

The guilt he felt the morning after was suffocating, she’d not deserved that. The girl was probably still mourning the, now confirmed, loss of her father. By the Gods he might have scared off his sons only friend.

It wasn’t until Ctimene showed up, that he snapped out of his spiral. She’d caught her brother pacing in the garden and had gone to him to comfort him and find comfort in his embrace. He both the last man to have seen her husband, and her big brother who’d always protected her when they were younger. His company made her feel safe.

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At the beach the two friends were still sat. Telemachus had not responded, for he had no answer to her question. As the sun started setting, and their stomachs started rumbling, the two were snapped out of their trance. They’d wasted the entire day sitting along the shore, basking in the comfort they found in each other.

“Shit, I was supposed to get some food from the market today.”

“We can just grab something from the kitchen.” Telemachus offered.

“I’d still have to bring something back from Perikles, Gods I didn’t even offer him breakfast.” Ónoma was mortified, she hadn’t been a very good host these past few days.

“Have you been home yet? I could just apologize on your behalf, say that we kept you away for longer than intended. Besides you probably had something at home for him to eat, right Peach?” Telemachus truly was the calm to her panic, and the noise to her quiet.

“You’re right, let’s hurry though, wouldn’t want your father to worry about your whereabouts, or your mother at that. Gods, remember when we were playing hide and seek, and she couldn’t find you?” All the prince responded with was a shudder. All of the guards had been tasked with finding the young prince, who’d been hiding under his bed. He hadn’t come out when his mother called, in fear of his friend finding him and losing the game. The earful the two had gotten had been something else.

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By the time Peach returned to her house, the sun had fully set. She’d been gifted an entire basket of leftovers from the palace kitchen, and a formal letter from the prince, who’d not been allowed to return with her.

The man had been lightly dozing when she’d entered. He’d eaten the food she’d left for him out of courtesy, but as a God had no real need to consume it. It was usually more of a luxury, eating only the finest of meals every once in a while. His host wasn’t a bad cook, but it was definitely not up to the standards of his more refined palette. When he saw the basket in her arms he almost groaned, not more of this grub, but when he heard it was from the palace kitchens, his mood lightened.

Finally, some luxury in this shed, though his host was quite amusing. He’d given no thought to what may have ticked her off, but she’d seemed to have forgotten about it too. Mortals. Whoever the royals of this island were, they were lucky. The palace cooks were definitely talented to say the least. Perhaps he’d visit, once he healed, any king would feel honoured to be visited by a God. Except for Odysseus, but what were the odds.

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Peach had in no way, shape, or form, missed the comforts of her bathtub, but she’d not been left much choice. She was glad that Perikles had not been angry at her absence. In the morning she’d been woken by the sounds outside her home. She’d quickly gotten dressed and went to investigate.

Outside were construction workers, sent by order of the prince. They’d been tasked with creating a temporary structure where she would be able to sleep and avoid her guest without having to be outside. She smiled at her friends antics and left the men to work.

Harvest season was upon them, which would quickly be followed by the cold months. With the harvest season, came a higher demand for her help, and with more demand for he help, came more need for rest. At the end of the day, she’d have an extra room where she could stay, but until then, she’d play the perfect host.

“How are you feeling today?” A grunt.

“Did you sleep well?” A sigh.

“Can I take a look at your wounds?” An actual reply.

“Sure.” Or at least, as close to a real reply she would get. This man only spoke to her whenever he felt like it. Most of the time it was to annoy or tease her, and it was infuriating, but she’d said she’s play the perfect host today, so she held her tongue.

Carefully she stepped closer and unwrapped the man’s bandages. She’d redone them after the bath fiasco, and he’d left them alone this time. The wounds were healing well, but there was some irritation, perhaps the sweat from his fever had caused it? She should wash the sheets soon anyway, why not today?

She gulped as she realized what the irritation implied. He needed to bathe again. To her horror, Perikles had also heard her gulp.

“Is it that bad? Or do you just like what you see?” The man teased. This was going to be another one of those days, huh?

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Peach was heating up some new water, while hanging the washed sheets to dry. She’d helped the man into one of her chairs and had given him some more leftovers for breakfast. It felt strangely domestic, bittersweet, caring for someone, doing household tasks for their benefit.

She’d be of marrying age next week, not that that was really a thing for women without status, but she’d been lucky. Her family had not exactly been nobility, but their close relationship with the royal family had granted them some status. She’d been extremely grateful when the queen ordered that she would be allowed to live alone as a young female orphan, rather than have to move in with some old sleazebag looking to make a wife out of a child.

As the water finished heating up she helped the man into the bathroom, he’d toned down on the teasing this time. She appreciated it, though she did not enjoy the teasing that still left the man’s lips.

“No one will know if you take a look, I wouldn’t mind.” He’d spoken with a smirk, a hand on her waist. “Perhaps you’d loosen up a bit if you-”

“Enough.” She’d said with a finality that shut the God up.

“Wait, is that what pissed you off?” Perikles snickered.

“No.”

“Oh, c’mon Peach won’t you tell me what I did wrong?” The way he’d said her nickname, felt like an insult, and the rest of the question didn’t feel sincere either.

“Where did you hear that?” She asked sharply.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

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A/N: I’m aware that Ctimene would technically live on Same, not on Ithaca, but for the story’s sake she lives on Ithaca. Perhaps she moved there when her husband went to war to be closer to her family.

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[deadhands69]

Okay who in mha do you think gives the best head? I love Bakugo and while I do think he’d be great I just know it’s Kirishima. But I’d love to hear your thoughts 🫶

Of the guys? (okay, this got a bit out of hand - great question!)

MDNI, obviously

I'm assuming most of them would have next to no experience into their twenties because hero work is demanding and they're pretty distracted. That said, in no particular order:

You're definitely onto something with Kirishima. He would care so much to get it right the first time. Like he’s probably googled it, watches instructional videos, and asks sooo many questions to make sure he does well. Specifically watches your response and asks you what you're into, even if he's had a little experience before you. His teeth scare me a bit, but he'd probably be careful.

Winner for great from the start.

Bakugo would probably be sloppy at first (and maybe use a lot of teeth? Canonically, he's very toothy, which doesn't not have it's place…) I don't see him being good at it instantly. He'd probably get a lot better really fast though, he's observant.

Winner if you're into teeth and are willing to give feedback.

Amajiki might be the winner overall, as long as you don't look at him. There's something meticulous and overly talented at everything about him as long as he's not too anxious. So maybe throw a blanket over him or something and he'll be great. I think I just love the idea of super quiet shy guy being amazing at giving head. Not to mention, his quirk is kind of cheating in that regard (....)

Winner for obvious reasons and he just seems like he'd try really hard (unless you like to watch)

Oooh but also Hawks. He seems really eager to please and probably has way more experience than any of them so he knows what he's doing. Also seems like the type to make a show out of it.

Winner if you like to watch and don't want to put work into it.

On the note of experience, Aizawa. He'd be way less showy about it and he'd probably tell you what to do the whole time/overstimulate you until you can't possibly take it any longer. If you're into that, he's great.

Winner if you're looking for someone more dominant.

Kaminari would be so excited. Like maybe not so good on technical skills at first and he'd probably take a few more times to learn but sheer volume of attempts, he'd be better at it in no time if you told him what to do. You could be doing anything and he'd be begging you to let him practice. This man would absolutely worship you. Which is super hot in it's own way.

Winner if you get off on feeling wanted.

Shigaraki would probably be really awkward the first time but he'd feel weird about that and do a ton of research and suddenly he'd be really good out of nowhere. He adapts quickly. He'd probably still shy away from using his hands too much so if you're into that, might take a while before he feels comfortable. 10/10 face to sit on though, just pull his hair and tell him what to do.

Winner for subby/face sitting/he'd do exactly what you say.

Shouto Todoroki obviously has some oral fixation considering that half of his personality seems to be built around food, but I think it would take him a long time to figure out what to do. Like, he'd want to and his quirk could be really fun but (plz don't kill me todoroki stans) he has some solid needs to be told where the clit is energy. He's probably be pretty lost then eventually become insanely good at it. Like calculated and know exactly what to do to be more efficient and get you there faster/more times.

Winner if you want to put a lot of work into it/want to have someone whose skills are built entirely around you.

Also, you cannnooooot tell me Dabi doesn't have his tongue pierced. So, winner for that.

Short answer, I guess it depends on what you're looking for and how long you're willing to wait to get there!

Thanks for the ask, this was fun!

[leohunter2020]

" yeah Violet needs to make this official so I can meet the two of ten, the girl sounds so adorable and he sounds like a good fit but I can't tell without knowing him, well actually I can cuz you approve and you read people like children books, you know the one where each page is like so think you and hard, like almost from a cardboard... you know what I mean?" he said trying to explain but had no idea what they were called " the once that have like huge letters and very few words" he then stated trying to explain how good he felt Isaiah was at reading people. " but oh my god, can you imagining Aid a big brother? that's just the cutest thing ever. i want that for him, I think he would be a really good big brother" Leo then added

" no, it really does give me super powers, once its off my mind cant focus on whats important, but those things are clear as a day when I'm out on a call. Once I leave the fire station I feel like... like...." Leo wasn't sure how to explain it. e didn't wanna say broken, or that he was a pace of shit, but he often felt like that. He often felt like a bad husband because of all the setbacks and extra trouble he put on Isaiah, and at times, feeling like such a failure of a husband really pulled him down. He didn't know how to express it, he knew Isaiah didn't see it like that, and those were the days Leo put up his walls an hid in bed all day, lying that he had a terrible headache or that he just didn't feel good. That kind of was true, he felt terrible emotionally. He had voiced this once at therapy, but he had decided never to do that again, it just made him feel even worse about it. The therapist had only kept saying his emotions were valid and that he just needed to find a way to talk to Isaiah about it. That only frustrated him even more with himself. " that's just temporary and then they go home and.... " leo was starting to breathe a bit unevenly, trying not to lose his cool but the water was fighting his eyes "What if I just.... what if our kid needs us and I just freeze? that if he needs us and I can't get out of the bed in the morning? what if I'm out with our kid, and randomly have a panic attack? what if.... what if" leo felt his mind spiraling and he couldn't put his words into sentences, it was all bundling up into a mess. He quickly looked away, he couldn't look at Isaiah when he was like this. Isaiah didn't deserve all this second-guessing. " I'm sorry" he then whispered.

" im not okay with it. I don't want you to have to ask and look for approval every time. Its so frustrating" Leo admitted but he knew Isaiah had enough patience for the both of them and that made everything so much easier. Leo took a deep breath " I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to get so.... frustrated. its not your fault. " you are so loving and caring and respectful and.... all the good things baby. I really do appreciate you, you know that right?" he asked biting his lip. If square one was what they needed, which it was, leo was going to put in so much effort to move up fast. Leo might not like to be in control, but he lived having a voice and be herd, even tho it might not be 100% verbally, Isaiah got his body language so well mapped down.

After saying Isaiah hadnt, Leo douted himself, Isaiah most likely had, Isaiah always complimented him for everything. but in the moment Leo couldn't remember so no was the answer he was rolling with. Isaiah had gotten Leo in the mood right now, he wanted nothing more than his husband. " yeah Zaya, I want you to make love to me please" the young man begged his husband

Leo longed for his husband's touch, his husband's warmth and love. He could never get enough of it. Isaiah made him feel like the most important human alive. He made him feel safe and adored. Leo knew that with Isaiah everything was more than okay, he knew his man would read his signs when Leo couldn't get out the words. His man might not run out of turning buildings with people over his shoulder, but his man saved many lives every single day, Leo being one of them. The police job was far from easy, Leo knew that, he knew the toll it could take on his husband, both physically, mentally and emotionally. But his ban was so strong and leo had promised to always e there for him no matter what he needed, he would do everything he could to support him.

Isaiah had the man breathing unevenly from pleasure as he tried his best keep cool. " how?" Leo didn't feel like his brain was working properly at the moment, his mind kept going to what Isaiah was doing and how amazing it felt. Leo couldn't help but pull ever so slightly on his husband's curls motioning him to come meet his face. the purring had only made him want his husband's love even more. " your patrol car would be so freaking hot, but I am not about to get you in trouble, ever. Thats work, we don't do things there." he said... before his mind drifted to the countless of times they had snuck off at work to have sex. In the shower, in the broom closet... pretty much everywhere they wouldn't get caught... or less likely at least " okay.... never mind, I take that back.... but no not your patrol car" he chuckled a the thought " i´m impatient today, I want you right here, right now" he told him softly. " I want your love baby" he expressed

Feeling his husbands hand on his dick and feeling his body move so their faces met in a soft and sweet kiss got Leo smiling, he really did know all of leos signals. Feeling Isaiahs nose brush against him earned Isaiah an even bigger smile. " oh baby, that wont be a problem, its just you and I in this world, and our moment" he stated, Leo always did get lost in their love making. All his worries washed away.

" oh baby, your not the only one, I need you so bad, I need you all wrapped up in me. "

Isaiah loved that his husband wanted to protect his best friend too. Violet and Leo being close made his heart happy because those two people were the ones that kept him from sinking time and time again. "Reign's got the cutest little girl. She's a little bit younger than Ayd is." Isaiah could remember Reign bringing his daughter to work one time. He'd gave the little girl a cupcake there to make a good impression. Nala seemed appreciative and had smiled so widely back at him.

He could see his husband's mind spiral as he started to think about the future that might happened between him. He seemed to be questioning if was fit for fatherhood which seemed bizarre to Isaiah. Isaiah got to witness first hand how his husband was around Violet's kid when he stopped over for a sleepover here. He was so playful, endearing and creative without even having to think about it all. "Once you take the uniform off you are the exact same person, babe. The uniform doesn't give you superhero powers. That's all on you." Clark Kent was still Superman - even when he wasn't clocked in. Isaiah knew the reasons why his husband was questioning all this. Isaiah and Leo's childhoods were different. He grow up with loving parents and a big brother that he admired and worshiped. Leo, on the other hand, had a dreadful experience. His parents were horrible. The experience that he went through shaped him into the person he was. "What makes you think you aren't? I see you around all our friends kids. I see you making them smile, comforting them, loving them."

Isaiah reached out for his husbands hands as Leo told him that he knew he loved him and wouldn't do anything to hurt him. That was right. He wouldn't dream of rushing Leo into do anything with him. Conversations were important. It was a starting point between them. "I'm okay with picking up from square one again as long as you are. You know I wouldn't do anything without you telling me it's alright." Leo's consent was the most important thing in this relationship. Isaiah knew his husband hadn't always had the option to give it out which is why he always checked and then double checked.

Isaiah furrowed his eyebrows because he should've told his husband just how great he looked from this angle countless times in the past. Those other times were missed opportunities and he wouldn't make the same mistake again. His husband deserved to be complimented. Feeling the other's hips buck up to meet his mouth meant whatever he was doing was working. "You want me to make love to you?"

Sex with Leo had a deeper meaning to Isaiah. He could remember wanting to bring the hot firefighter home with him that first night their paths crossed when he watched him saving somebody else life. Isaiah could remember watching the scene from his patrol car, practically drooling, eyes focused on the man looking like an action hero with fire blazing behind him and another man thrown over his shoulder before placing him down. He looked so strong and brave. Leo didn't always see himself like that but Isaiah did all the time.

He continued going down as his husband to him all hot and heavy. "How'd you want it this time?" That conversation was one of the most important between them and he always asked to make sure he wouldn't accidentally do something that might trigger his husband. His husband's hand clenching between his curls had him purring. Isaiah was big on having his husbands hands guiding him slightly. "Here? Upstairs? In the backseat of my patrol car?"

He let his hand take over from his mouth for a couple of seconds as he leaned up slightly to kiss his husband again. His nose brushed against Leo's showering him with his love and patience and kindness. "I want us to make love and I want you to not be able to stop thinking about it. I want just the thought of it to get you like all like this." His thumb swiped over the other's member as he watched his chest rise and fall.

"I need you."

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tumblr keeps recommending me c//a and pro Catra posts, it's both entertaining and irritating. anyway, i'd like to know your thoughts on this post!

personally, i feel like c//a stans misunderstand our point. we keep saying that Catra does deserve a redemption but she doesn't deserve forgiveness, or at least, instantaneous forgiveness when she has put no effort into trying to change. but they take it as "CATRA IS AN IRREDEEMABLE MONSTER WHO DESERVES TO ROT IN HELL" (which, ironically, is what they say about characters like shadow weaver).

also Adora "wanted" Catra in the finale season because that's how the authors wrote her. it made no sense for her character to suddenly want Catra back after it took her so long to finally cut Catra out of her life.

Do not go after the person who wrote the original post. (this is mostly for my other followers)

Tumblr has been doing the same thing to me, too. It showed me a post that said that as similar as Catra was to Shadow Weaver, she improved to be better. Which is a lie, lmao.

I hate that people think redemption and forgiveness are the same thing. You are allowed to improve as an individual, but the people you hurt don't owe you forgiveness. Sadly, SPOP doesn't have a single character that chooses not to forgive Catra. Even though Frosta punched her in the face, she was more accepting of Catra than Entrapta. Same counts for Perfuma and the other princesses. Though I'm pretty sure anyone would be demonized for not believing that "Catra got better!!!". S5 already does this when Adora vents about Catra being a stubborn brat, she just looks pathetic and Glimmer doesn't take her seriously.

And indeed, most stans think characters like Shadow Weaver or Hordak are not allowed to be redeemed, that's really because they're older and physically disabled.

Finally, yeah, Adora in s4 completely gave up on Catra, she didn't hesitate to nearly kill her without any remorse. Adora's priority was her friends, but especially Glimmer. "I want to be the hero she deserves". But you never see C//A stans talking about that, lol. They only bring up Glimmer and Adora's conflict or Glimmadora at all so they can shit on Glimmer and prove that Catra is a better girlfriend. Which is also bullshit.

Adora is allowed to want things, yes, but s5 pretty much sums it up as her wanting Catra of all people. Not her friends, not a family, or knowing more about her origins, idk. Just Catra. It's literally always about her. Adora is not a character that exists outside of Catra anymore. S5 definitely reinforced this, and the fandom only repeats this. It's annoying.