#it’ll take me some time to fall asleep properly and I probably won’t have good dreams because of going to sleep in distress but

[adverbally]

Wind Up Like the Wreck You Hide

Written for the @steddieangstyaugust prompt “Angst With a Happy Ending” | wc: 1,096 | rated: T | cw: hospital, heart attack, parental illness | tags: hurt/comfort, taking care of each other | title from “I’m Still Standing “ by Elton John

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Eddie runs into the emergency room and directly into Steve’s arms. He can’t catch his breath, having hyperventilated the whole drive back to Hawkins and sprinted from the parking lot, but he’s able to gasp out, “Wayne-?”

“He’s okay,” Steve reassures him, rubbing his hands up and down Eddie’s arms. “He’s gonna be okay, they’re just gonna keep him overnight for observation.”

“He’s okay?” Eddie parrots. What does that mean? The words haven’t sunk in yet. Eddie was in Indianapolis getting ready for tonight’s show when Steve had called him from this very waiting room to explain that Wayne had a heart attack and Eddie needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible. Two hours later, he’s just… okay?

Steve shifts his grip to Eddie’s shoulders. “He’s okay. We got here fast and they took great care of him. He’s asleep upstairs right now.”

Eddie feels faint with the relief that sweeps through him. Though, as his knees go weak and he stumbles into Steve, it occurs to him that it’s probably just his adrenaline crashing.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Steve catches him under his arms and drags him upright again. “Let’s go sit down while I catch you up.”

Eddie doesn’t know what he needs to know other than ‘Wayne had a heart attack and it didn’t kill him,’ but he lets Steve steer him toward a bank of plastic chairs in the corner. He falls into a seat like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

Steve, angel that he is, pulls a notebook out of his pocket and begins telling Eddie what Wayne’s doctors had said. He had carefully written down phrases that he knew he wouldn’t remember once Eddie got there. Atherosclerosis. Nitroglycerin. Percutaneous coronary intervention. Angioplasty with stent. All the information Eddie would need about his uncle’s care, noted and defined in Steve’s neat handwriting. There are some items with question marks beside them, things that they might need to ask the doctors about.

Eddie’s eyes begin to water. Steve didn’t just do this for him, he did it out of love and concern for Wayne. He spent two hours gathering information and taking notes so he could understand what happened and figure out how to help. The notes on aspirin, the crude diagram of a blocked artery, the bullet point at the bottom of the page that says ‘diet?? medication??’ are all so Steve can take better care of Wayne.

Steve grips Eddie’s hand when he hears his sharp intake of breath. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but it’ll make more sense once we go upstairs and talk to Wayne’s doctor.” His tone is low and soothing.

“Thanks. I’m glad you were here to look out for him.”

“Yeah, of course.” He looks a little embarrassed by Eddie’s gratitude, like it’s a given that anyone would do the same thing. “He’s important to you, so he’s important to me. But he’s also a good man. A good dad,” he adds tentatively.

Eddie barks out a laugh. “You should call him that to his face, he would love it. Finally, a son who will watch sports with him and properly sort the laundry!”

“I don’t expect you to get it since ninety-nine percent of your wardrobe is black, but separating whites and colors really makes a difference!” Steve argues, blushing at Eddie’s teasing.

Eddie squeezes his hand. “Seriously, Wayne loves you. He calls you his son-in-law when he talks about you with his poker buddies. He brags about how all the kids at school love you and you’re the best second grade teacher in the state. Hell, I think he spends more time with you than he does with me.”

“He really does all that?” Steve asks quietly, like a wish that won’t come true if you say it out loud. When Eddie nods, Steve frowns, his lower lip quivering slightly, and looks down at the scuffed linoleum floor. “I didn’t know.”

Oh, shit. Eddie didn’t even think to ask how Steve was doing through all of this. He had called 911 and ridden in the ambulance with Wayne, had almost certainly paced around the nurses’ station waiting for news. Then, instead of going with Wayne, he stayed downstairs until Eddie got there so he could update him about Wayne’s condition as soon as humanly possible.

It was just like Steve to focus on taking care of everyone else, so natural that Eddie didn’t even think twice about accepting Steve’s comfort while offering nothing in return. And now that the immediate crisis is over, now that Steve has had a chance to breathe and start processing, Eddie thinks Steve might be on the verge of a meltdown.

Wordlessly, Eddie loops an arm under one of Steve’s and tugs him to his feet, herding him in the direction of the single-stall bathroom around the corner. By the time they’re inside, Steve’s whole body is shaking; by the time Eddie flips the lock on the door, fat tears are rolling down his cheeks.

“Sorry, I don’t know why…” Steve gestures at his face a little helplessly.

Eddie still doesn’t say anything, just pulls Steve into a tight embrace. His shirt grows damp where Steve has buried his face in his shoulder, and he feels Steve’s back shudder as he tries to stifle his sobs.

“I was really scared,” he confesses between gasps. “I just kept thinking how horrible it would be if I had to tell you—“

“It’s okay, baby,” Eddie murmurs into his hair. “You did great, he’s okay.”

Steve sniffles loudly. “I know, I’m just being stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.” It comes out more forcefully than Eddie had planned. He hates when Steve does that, puts himself down and invalidates his feelings. “That was a medical emergency. Just because it turned out fine doesn’t mean it wasn’t stressful.”

“I guess.” Steve pulls away long enough to grab a paper towel so he can mop up his face. He goes easily when Eddie guides him into another hug.

Swaying them both gently, he tells Steve, “You know, you don’t always have to put on a brave face. Let me take care of you once in a while.”

“I know,” Steve croaks. “I’m working on it.”

They stand there for another minute, both drawing strength from the other’s presence, before Steve clears his throat and releases Eddie. “I think I’m good. We should go upstairs now, Wayne’ll want to see you.”

“He’ll want to see you, too,” Eddie reminds him.

Steve’s smile is small but radiant. “Okay, let’s go.”

[cyberrat]

70th Batch Of Fics: 15th Fill

Brigitte/Dva – Part 4/5 – cont B69F15 – impregnation kink – They're both so close.

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“Y-You can’t,” Hana whispers, but her pupils are blown incredibly wide and the tremble in her voice is unmistakably eager. Her knees are around Brigitte’s hips, clamping down like the thought of her taking a step back – and taking her cock out of reach – is completely infeasible.

Brigitte licks her lips. She nervously gather’s Hana’s wrists in her hands and lifts them up, pressing her arms above her head, cock slotted in the gash of her pudgy cunt and sliding along the wet fabric of her panties.

“Yeah I can,” she whispers back. She clears her throat, cheeks pulsing with embarrassment and eagerness and says a bit louder: “You know it’ll take, don’t you? You know how many siblings I got. Our family is like… super prolific.”

Hana makes a soft sound like a squeal. Her hips jerk up helplessly. She tries so hard to fuck herself onto Brigitte’s cock but her panties won’t allow it.

“No you can’t,” she repeats. “Y-you monster. Forcing your b-big dick into my little pussy…”

Brigitte groans. She lets her head hang, unable to look at Hana. It feels far too nasty to hear her say such things while looking like a little fairy.

Staring at her chest, Brigitte moves slowly, dreamlike. She shifts her grip until she only needs one hand to lightly pin Hana’s arms and the other pops open button after button of the little yellow dress. The row is only for decoration probably but real enough to let her open them up and see how Hana isn’t wearing anything underneath.

They’re just there; her mousy little tits, topped with plump nipples like candy. They have just enough fat to jiggle the tiniest bit.

Brigitte’s mouth drops open but no sound comes out. Her cock aches so bad… As she leans down to suckle one of Hana’s plump nipples between her lips, she reaches down and grabs her dick, carefully guiding it so the swollen tip pushes against her hole.

Hana gurgles. She sounds like she is choking on her own tongue. Her skin smells so good… she is so soft everywhere. Like a plushie. Like Brigitte could fall asleep balls deep in her putty cunt, holding her against her chest and cuddling her.

She tortures the both of them by not finally pulling her panties aside. It just feels like such a special night… like she has to taste every little morsel and commit it to memory.

The texture of Hana’s areolas against her tongue; the sound of her wheezing little breaths… the sight of her face flushed and sweaty, stray hairs sticking to her forehead and cheeks.

She looks debauched and Brigitte hasn’t even slipped her cock in yet.

Her fingers dance along the gash of her cunt. Her panties are hot and slippery against her fingertips, molded to the exact shape of Hana’s pussy. When she lightly strums against her clit, Hana’s jaw closes with a sharp click of her teeth. Her back arches. She looks and sounds like she’s been put under an electric current.

Brigitte lets her nipple slip out of her hungry mouth with a little pop just to watch the whole thing unfold.

“So sensitive,” she whispers. “You’re so cute, Hana.”

Hana blinks her wet eyes open, eyelashes clumped together. She stares at Brigitte, with a dumb bimbo stare that looks just as cute as everything else she’s been doing.

“Please,” she whispers. Her whole body is taut, little tits flushed just like her face.

Brigitte almost loses focus because she suddenly becomes aware of Hana’s armpits; so soft and vulnerable looking and just right there for the taking. She has to force herself to listen when Hana continues: “Please fuck me. Please.”

Brigitte’s knees grow a bit weak. Breath stuttering in her chest, she presses her thumb back over Hana’s swollen pearl and gives it another circle just to buy herself some time to process the words and not shoot her load prematurely.

The thought creeps up on her all of a sudden and the panic that settles in at the thought of not being able to properly fuck her is enough to pull er back from the precipice a little. The panicked throbbing in her dick lessens to a manageable level.

Once she is suitably sure that she won’t just shoot her load the second she slipped Hana her tip, she slowly moves to hook her finger into the side of her panties and pull them away.

Hana gurgles again. Her thighs are shaking. Brigitte moves back a little so she can have a good look. She has to let go of Hana’s wrists to do that but that does not even seem to register to the other girl; she leaves her arms right where Brigitte put them.

Her feverish gaze is stuck to her. Watching her. Willing her to put her cock in and make her some babies.

Brigitte, meanwhile, is fascinated by the sight of Hana’s cunt. It’s so pudgy and flushed… It looks like it should belong to a fatter girl. It’s absolutely gorgeous. She spreads her labia with trembling fingers to have a look at her insides. They’re just as pink as she imagined they would be.

Her hole is a gasping little mouth, clenching and begging to be filled.

Brigitte thinks about dropping to her knees and putting her mouth to work on Hana but suddenly there’s a small but strong hand grabbing the front of her sweater and pulling her forward some.

Hana looks a bit… deranged. A little worryingly so. Her eyes are wide open, lips swollen from biting on them.

“Fuck me,” she rasps with a trembling voice.

Brigitte swallows hard. “Can I kiss you?”

Hana doesn’t look like she understands immediately. But then she nods a few times, already angling her head up.

Brigitte kisses her. It feels so soft and sweet… so unlike the fact that she is also currently pressing her cock against Hana’s naked cunt, slowly sliding through her gash to coat it in her sticky juices.

Hana feels taut beneath her. In a good way. In an anticipatory way. Her breath fans against Brigitte’s mouth and cheeks in fast little bursts. It’s also Hana who uses her teeth first, biting at Brigitte’s mouth and becoming more and more ruthless as she curls her arms around Brigitte’s shoulders and holds on for dear life.

She’s wrapped around her like a bandaid, her hips jack rabbiting up off the table she’s lying on and trying so damn hard to force her cock to spear right into her.

“Do it, do it, do it,” she whispers against Brigitte’s aching mouth.

“I’ll put some babies into you,” Brigitte whispers back. She awkwardly reaches between them, grasping her cock and starting to angle it just where they both need it. “I’ll fuck you until you pass out.”

Hana makes a high-pitched little noise, her fingers digging painfully into Brigitte’s flesh, her whole body feeling like it is on fire, pressed against her, vibrating with eagerness.

How could she not finally relent and give the both of them what they need?

[mypoisonedvine]

do you have any headcanons for how Zemo would act with a virgin reader? (Idk if you do HCs during the week so feel free to wait until the next sleepover if I’m bothering you early shsjsjk)

yes, yes I do and this made me Soft 

first of all, I think he’d actually feel a little guilty/worried about being your first.  he’d get more concerned about ‘taking advantage’ or making you uncomfortable due to the vast difference in experience levels.

because as we know, he has experience.

but once you assured him this was what you wanted, he’d finally be willing to admit how much it turned him on that you had never been touched that way by anyone else.  he’d really relish the chance to make your first time unforgettable (because if he’s going to be your first... he might as well be your best, maybe even your only).

the key word here is going to be slow.  he could easily spend hours just kissing you so of course it’ll take him all night to do this properly.  he’d get you so worked up with every little thing he did that you would be begging for more right away.

not that it would work... he’d smile and remind you he’s going to do this properly.

“patience, draga, don’t you trust me?”

still, he thinks your whining and pleading is really cute, as is the way you rock your hips on top of him, trying to ride his thigh.  he’d let you do it for a while, watching you mewl and gasp, before grabbing your hips tight to keep you still.

“let me do that, let me help you, darling...”

his fingers would be so delicate in their touch, he would draw gentle circles around your clit, kissing your neck and ear and whispering about how beautiful you looked, constantly showering you in praises.

in fact that would be true the whole night, though he would be a bit more gruff when he was finally inside you but we’ll get to that later.

because after he made you come with his fingers, he’d be putting his mouth on you next, telling you how badly he wanted a taste of the pleasure he’d just given you.

and if you thought he was good with his fingers... hoo boy you’re in for a ride with his tongue.

your back would arch so hard you could probably get a few cracks out of your spine, to be totally honest.  and you’d moan maybe louder than you ever had before.

“shh, we can’t have anyone hearing you draga... nobody gets to hear you come but me.”

you’d come at least once if not more by his mouth, and he’d happily lap up every drop, growling and moaning against you (especially when you begged him to finally fuck you, sobbing about how much you wanted to feel him inside you).

finally, when he was satisfied with your total exhaustion and desperation, he would kiss his way up your body, a bit of his own need finally coming through (though only slightly).

when his lips finally found yours you would hum at your taste on his tongue, and gasp a bit when you felt his cock slide over your pussy.

“are you still sure this is what you want?” 

you were amazed you could beg him for an hour straight and he would still reaffirm your desire for this.  and when you did, he’d hold your legs open gently, kiss you one more time, and finally-- finally-- fill you.

it would still sting just a bit, even after all the build-up, just because that was sort of inevitable with his size.  but he’d still be so so gentle about it, taking all the time you need as he kissed you softly and wiped away any small tears that might fall.

he wouldn’t move until you were ready, and even before the last of the sting faded you’d be moaning for him, holding onto his shoulders as you tried your best to memorize the feeling.

“how does it feel, draga?”

his voice would be even lower than usual, making shivers run up your spine just with its deep timbre.  so of course it took you a second to stammer out that it felt good, really fucking good, that you wanted him to move faster and really fuck you.

which he did, still pretty restrained overall but more eager as you heard him moan softly with you, his hands gripping your waist tight so he could hold you still and thrust every inch of himself into your soaked channel.

and that’s when his praises turned from sweet to filthy.

“so tight, darling, you must’ve never had something so big inside you before.  you sound so perfect when you moan for me like that, do it again, draga...”

when he started to move faster, more desperately, you’d watch his face and find yourself moaning his name just to remind both of you that it was him inside you.

after spending all evening focusing on you, it’s nice to see him get a little greedy, taking something for himself.  you loved knowing that it was you making him feel that way, and it helped you understand why he had enjoyed being on the other end of this so much.

“come on my cock, draga, I know you’re close, show me how good I’m making you feel.”

as always, you’d be helpless to his commands and your walls would squeeze him tight as you came; it feels different than when it’s his tongue or fingers, and by different I mean fucking amazing.  coming with something filling you so deep is just too perfect.

and the way he would encourage you as you came, oh goodness.

“good girl, there you go, that’s it... coming so hard for me, you’re doing so good, darling...”

and when you start sobbing his name and pulling him closer because it’s almost too much, he’d hold you tight and promise to come inside you, nice and deep just like you need, kissing all over your face while it’s twisted in pleasure.

“I’m right here, draga, I’ve got you.”

he’d kiss you again, even though you’d gone a bit limp and could only lazily kiss him back, as he spilled his come inside you.  he wouldn’t pull out for a while, I think, wanting it all to stay deep and calling you his pretty little cockwarmer.

don’t forget the aftercare!  because he certainly won’t.

the praises don’t stop for quite some time, even when he’s already drawn a bath for you and carried you to it.

unfortunately he couldn’t let you fall asleep until he’d helped you clean up and dry off, and then he’d be happy to slip in bed and hold you for the rest of the night, you can’t tell me he wouldn’t be the perfect big spoon.

and he’d make breakfast in the morning.  possibly send you flowers the next day.  most likely buy you gifts of all kinds.  so yeah, moral of the story, zemo is the perfect person to take a virginity and I will not be accepting any disputes to this claim.

[angstyx]

Going on a Road Trip w/ SBI Hcs

Includes: Tommy, Wilbur, Techno, Philza

TW: lots of cursing, shouting

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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It’ll take ages to plan the road trip since everyone would want to go to different places

Poor phil, he'll have to deal with all of you, tommy, and wilburs bullshit along with having to be the driver as well

You three would probably bicker about stupid stuff

"Hey wilbur, think about this: if humans breath air yet we can't see it, can fish see air and not be able to see water?"

"Shut the fuck up you child, I’m trying to sleep”

"YOU BITCH YOU DARE CALL ME A CHILD IM 17 YOU IDIOT"

"Technically you're still a child tommy"

"TECHNO HOW DARE YOU JOIN WILBUR’S SIDE”

“Guys stop talking, I need to focus on driving”

"Phil tell Wilbur that I am not a child!"

"Oh fuck off, I'm done with this shit"

Techno, being in the passenger seat, would just stay silent throughout the trip or read a book; only talking to either prove a point, correct someone, or to stop someone from doing something stupid

And by someone I mean tommy

Tommy tried to convince phil multiple times to put the song 'roadtrip' on and turn the volume all the way up along with having all the windows down since it supposedly fit the "scene"

Everyone probably fought for different seats in the car before the trip started

Phil definitely forgot to help figure out who's getting which seat and he totally regreted it because techno and tommy both wanted the passenger seat

"I'm more mature than you, you idiot! I deserve to sit here!"

"Tommy... you just called me a 'idiot' which first of all, is not mature at all and second of all, I'm older. Now move out of the way and get in the back."

"PHIL!!"

Tommy would only sit in the back just so he could vlog with you

The amount of curse words thrown around in the car is tremendous

You wont be able to go 5 minutes before hearing a curse word escape someone mouth

Although it's only 5 people, the car would still feel crowded and it'll feel as if there's at least 10 people inside

Tommy would constantly ask phil to pull over for food every 10 minutes or so

Wilbur would tell tommy to shut up

Techno would either join Wilbur and tell tommy to stay quiet or he'll just stay quiet himself

You, on the other hand, would just probably fall asleep or something, not wanting to be included in Tommy's shenanigans or wilbur's bickering

After your nap (if you are a person to take naps), you, tommy, and wilbur would play some car games

Despite his refusal, tommy would force have techno join as well, much to techno's dismay

"I spy with my little eyes... something green"

"Leaves?"

"Wrong answer Wilbur!"

And because you were so bored, you decided to join in as well

"The grass?"

"Nope! That’s wrong y/n!"

"The tree leaves?"

"I already said that y/n-"

"CORRECT Y/N!! WOOHOO!!"

"... I-I don't want to play anymore"

Tommy, like always, would vlog the trip!

He’ll make sure to bring all the equipment in his bag

He wanted to bring much more equipment but no mater how hard tommy begged, Phil still said no

“HELLOOO VLOG”

“Tommy everyone’s taking a nap right now, just go to sleep”

“But I need my content, Phil!”

“You won’t get any content at all if you don’t go to sleep this instant”

“Awww…”

If Phil got tired with driving, either wilbur or techno would take out so he could rest

Tommy wanted to drive but everyone quickly told him that he was going to crash the car

Let’s just say he didn’t talk to anyone for a while during the trip

If you brought headphones or something to listen to music to, you still won’t be able to hear your music properly since tommy would be talking too loud

“Tommy can you be quiet? I’m trying to listen to music right now!”

“Oh well too bad y/n! CAUSE IT’S VLOG TIME WOOHOO!!”

“….Fuck you, Tommy”

Despite all the chaos, bickering, and fighting throughout the road trip, everyone still had fun

Well mostly everyone, like I said, Phil had to deal with everyone’s bullshit :)

Good luck cause the next time the SBI goes on a road trip with you, it’ll be much more chaotic

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Sleepless

Shouta Aizawa X Reader (BNHA)

Warnings: 18+, bondage, bratty rc, over-stimulation, umm it’s just pure filth sandwiched between some fluff 

Word Count: 3.9k

A good night’s rest? You’ve never heard of her! 

“At least take off your heels before you throw yourself into bed,” your boyfriend’s voice rings out, still deeply agitated from a long night of feigned smiles and interest. You know that tone well— the exasperated sigh typically saved for his students at U.A— but the room is spinning too fast for you to take heed of his reprimand. 

“M’too tired,” you slur your words, face down against your mattress. 

The two of you had been at a pro-hero gala, or as Shouta called it, a “gaudy show of riches for politicians and government dickheads.” It had taken almost all of your energy, and a lot of homemade dishes, to persuade him to accept the invitation; however, he had followed through. He behaved properly all night, smiled and socialized with every partygoer that approached you, and even ensured the vicious insults on the tip of his tongue were whispered into your ears only after each person had turned away. You deemed the night a success, despite waving off Shouta’s warnings about that fourth glass of champagne you downed. 

“You’re going to get our covers dirty, idiot.” You can’t help but feel your heart flutter at that word— our. Be it the hundredth or thousandth time, you don’t think you’ll ever get over hearing him refer to the two of you as one. It had taken years for him to warm up to you, after all. While he considers it endearing now, you’re positive Shouta had initially found your constant laughter and positive nature unbearable, thinking of you as simply another nuisance to avoid; never had he met someone who reduced his usual threatening tone to something playful or entertaining. And little did either of you know, he would slowly come to adore the way his scolding amused you. 

No amount of persuasion from his students or other heroes can convince you Shouta is actually intimidating. If anything, his constant stoicism only compels you to misbehave more. You love pressing his buttons, take pleasure in watching him get riled up and lose his calm demeanor. But as of this very moment, you’re simply too tired, and a bit too tipsy, to play along. You wave off his words with a flick of your wrist, only to feel a tug at your ankle. 

“Wha–” 

“Stop squirming. I’m trying to take them off,” he struggles with the straps woven intricately up your calves, “damned things are more tangled than my cloth.” When he finally removes them, you feel the pads of his fingertips graze your legs softly. Shocks travel your entire body as he pays special attention to the indents adorning your skin— drawbacks of the tight laces that are quite easy to disregard when they urge him to touch you so sweetly. 

Shouta stalks away for a moment, only to return with a cotton pad and makeup remover. You’re surprised he even knows what products to use, though you know you shouldn’t be. He has spent countless minutes watching you complete your night routine intently, though usually his stare is paired with a sleepy grumble to hurry up and join him in bed. 

He shifts you into a sitting position, wiping tenderly at your cheek while you pull off your false lashes.

“Those are fake?” He snorts, baffled. 

“Mhhm, I’m prettier without them, right?” You poke fun at him, knowing he’ll ignore the cheesy question. A faint heat rises on his cheeks. 

“Shut up and put this on,” he nudges one of his t-shirts into your arms before he slides your strapless dress down your body. Even with your eyes half-shut, you can feel his charged stare ogling every hill and valley of your naked form. His fingers barely skim you— a purposeful maneuver to focus on the task at hand— but your body jerks into his grasp, keen for more. Sleepy or not, you’d never waste an opportunity for a quickie. You know just how swiftly a few words and caresses on his part could have you bucking and sobbing, like putty in his han– “(Y/N), stop. You’re drunk and half-asleep.” 

“Only tipsy and a quarter asleep, thank you very much.” Your eyes flutter open to see the beginnings of a smile touch his lips, but he just barely holds it back. He’s trying his damn hardest to remain stern, how cute. “Shou,” you mewl, elongating his name in the hopes that he’ll budge.

“Don’t pout at me,” he taps a chiding finger against your bottom lip, “the answer is no. I still have work to do.” Ignoring your whined protests, Shouta walks out of the bedroom. Seconds later, you hear his office door shut, a sign that he’ll be in there long into the night. 

Any inkling of sleepiness your body possessed is gone without a trace, now feeling nothing but an intense heat coursing the skin your boyfriend brushed, and the alcohol left running through your veins only intensifies that warmth. You turn yourself over in bed, naively will yourself to succumb to sleep and deal with the ache tomorrow; however, your body has other plans. Your thighs press together on their own, desperate for any sort of relief to quell the throbbing between your legs, but it’s no use. Looks like you’re getting up. 

With each step towards his office, you find yourself more impassioned. Who does Shou think he is anyways, leaving you alone in such a needy state? It’s not fair. He gives you the slightest taste of his touch and then cruelly rips it away. So if anything, it’s his fault that your body won’t rest until completely appeased— until he soothes the burn. Besides, you’ll be damned if you’re going to allow him the pleasure of hearing your moans through the thin walls knowing he goaded you into touching yourself.

Upon walking through the door of his workspace, you’re greeted with the sight of your boyfriend, the stealthy pro-hero, seated ever-so casually at his desk. He has a hand pressed adamantly against his temple and his hair up in a messy half-bun. So badly do you want to run your hands through it, tug the clip off so you can watch those beautiful, dark locks tumble down his shoulders. You always catch yourself silently hoping for a piece to fall in his eyes so that you can reach out and tuck it behind his ear, delighted when you have any excuse to stroke the soft waves between your fingertips.

“Shou,” you mumble, one hand rubbing at lidded eyes. The white glow of the computer screen washes over him as he turns to you, and you feel your breath hitch again at the Adonis in front of you. 

He’s opted out of wearing any sort of top. Instead, gray joggers hang low on his hips, allowing you to feast your eyes on his lean chest and softly sculpted v-lines. A dark line of hair trails down into his pants, and you feel your mouth water at the idea of licking a long stripe up his navel. 

“Can’t sleep.” You’re aware it comes out a whine, don’t care to correct your tone because it may just convince him to join you in bed. He rolls his eyes, your name flowing off his tongue with a low sigh— music to your ears. 

“I have work to catch up on since somebody forced me to go to that stupid gala,” the accusation is probably sincere, but you smile anyways. 

“Please,” there’s that whine again, “just five minutes.” This time your words are accompanied by a quick yank at the hem of your t-shirt. Your cleavage makes an appearance, and when you see his eyes wander up towards the supple globes— tongue just barely poking out to slide across his bottom lip— you know you’ve got him beat. He mutters under his breath, but the only words you catch are something along the lines of ‘pampered brat’. 

Well, spoiled or not your methods work, and he’s the one indulging your whims anyways. Being curled up against Shouta’s sturdy chest, you find the fatigue of a long night creeping up on you once again. His close proximity is enough to relax you; all of your senses are engulfed in his presence, saturated with him. Your body gladly welcomes his scent with every inhale— clean laundry, aftershave, and something a bit woodier that can only be described as ‘Shouta’. Though he shaved this morning, newly grown stubble scruffs against you every time you nuzzle against his jaw. Slender fingers tangle in your hair, smoothing lazy circles into your scalp. And with your ear pressed to his chest, you realize the slow, steady drum of his heartbeat just might actually lull you into a deep sleep. 

But that’s all before you hitch a leg around his hip to pull him closer. At the sensation of your heat nudged tightly against him, you feel his heartbeat rise rapidly. If any thoughts of sleep linger in your mind, the prospect of riling Shouta up— and perhaps securing an orgasm or two in the process— throws them out the window once again. 

Your fingertips begin to caress his shoulders subtly, ear still pressed to his chest to listen for any jumps in his rhythm. The less he notices your movements, the easier it’ll be to overwhelm him all at once. When your fingers don’t incite any noticeable response, you run them through his hair instead. At the same time, you feign discomfort at the position you’re in and twist your hips slightly, making sure to press your core against him harder. You feel his breath hitch under you, and then your hair being jerked harshly. 

“I know what you’re trying to do,” he forces you to look up at his cloudy eyes, always ringed with darkness no matter how much rest he receives. Caught. You flash him your sweetest pout, gazing up at him through dainty lashes. A slight ‘hm?’ leaves your lips, but within seconds, they’re attached to his neck, shamelessly kissing and nibbling at the sweet spot near his jaw. “If you’re not going to behave on your own, I’ll make you.” Your thighs tighten around his hips, goosebumps trailing your arms at the clear-cut threat.

“Do it then,” you urge between kisses, now peppering them up his jaw. Your teeth kiss the shell of his ear before you whisper, “or I’ll just keep misbehaving, daddy.” 

In an instant, your face is shoved into the mattress, arms crossed behind your back with Shouta’s cock straining against you through his pants. Rigid cotton brushes against your folds and you realize that perhaps he was expecting this turn of events more than he let on, because the fucker never bothered giving you a change of underwear. 

“You’re such a needy slut,” he spits, heated breath fanning your neck while he tightens his grasp around your wrists. “Can’t go one night without getting me worked up, huh?” His free hand darts under your shirt, now kneading and pinching at your ass. 

“Nope,” you bite back, always ecstatic to provide sassy retorts, especially when he’s seething like this. 

A stinging pain travels your body when he slaps the globe of your ass. Once, twice, five times, each spanking invoking a louder gasp until tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

“Are you done acting up?” Shouta’s tone is slow and composed, almost disinterested. If not for his heaving chest pressed against your back, you would believe him unaffected by the punishment. 

You, on the other hand, are very obviously flustered. Tears stream down your face freely now, and you’re positive the spanking has left a blazing handprint on your cheek as a reminder for days to come. Shouta gives you a final, petty love tap to shake you out of your thoughts. “I don’t have all night.” 

But you’re left unsatisfied, the throbbing between your thighs only worsened by his harsh welts and complete neglect of your clit. He hasn’t made a single motion towards your glistening cunt, probably won’t ever if you simply take his discipline lying down. 

“What if I’m not?” The words leave your mouth hesitantly, face turning to stare back at him with wide, unblinking eyes. He doesn’t say a word, his own eyes narrowing and lips quivering into a disgusted scowl. Even though you’ve asked for this, know exactly what situation you’ve gotten yourself into, your heart quickens at the thrill of seeing your partner so worked up. He may not be outwardly angry— Shouta has always been a man who prefers quick, biting remarks over piercing screams and smashing glass— but his mannerisms tell you everything you need to know. It’s going to be a long, sleepless night.

You feel the tight, unforgiving fabric knotted around your body before you’re even aware of what’s happening. Nimble fingers quickly wrap your arms in place. Then, your legs are bent at the knees and tied securely to your wrists. Only your taut midriff and breasts touch the mattress, leaving your sopping core exposed, no way to flail or deny him entrance. You’re his to do whatever he pleases with.

“Behave.” He wraps your hair around his wide palm and yanks hard, a pained cry leaving you at the prickling in your scalp. His fingers graze your slit, but never touch you where you need him. It’s absolutely maddening. You buck into him to no avail— the cloth wraps too firmly around your limbs. 

“Shou, I– I, please,” you’re practically sobbing, his name leaving your lips over and over like a prayer. But it doesn’t matter, you’ve angered him. 

“Who said you could speak?” He tugs harder on your locks. The motion rocks your skull, all nerves standing on end. It fucking hurts, but the action has your slit quivering all the same. “Are you going to be a good little whore now?” 

“Yes, Shou.” The response wins you a sharp slap to the ass, the sore cheek. You suppress a loud wail, correcting yourself quickly. “Y-Yes daddy, I’ll behave.” He doesn’t respond, only lets out a low growl and loosens his grip on your hair. 

Then, his presence is gone. He’s moved off the bed, and your cunt pulsates at the number of delicious things he may do next. 

A slam rings out from your bedside dresser and he’s back within seconds. Something foreign, hard and long,  is pressed against your tight hole. No stretching, no warning, he simply sinks the toy into your slick cunt. After a few merciless thrusts you’re whimpering softly, choking back pleas. If he wanted you to beg, you’d know it. 

“Is this what you wanted?” The dildo is driven into you faster. “Is this what you were grinding like a bitch in heat for?” His words are spit like venom, tone disappointed— appalled— with you, but it only fuels your steady ascension to orgasm. You’re teetering closer and closer to the edge, but you just need a bit more. His cock, a finger on your clit, anything. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” You can’t help the onslaught of moans that spill from your lips in between pants. His hands begin kneading at your ass again, right cheek still flaming with every touch. If he’d only remove the bindings, now digging tightly into your wrists and ankles, you’d be able to hump back onto the toy as you so desperately wish to. 

He stills all at once, leaving you distraught and gasping. If you cry out, you’ll only be met with harsh reprimands. You want to sob— for his touch, for a break, for anything to soothe the ache in your core. 

You hear it before you feel it.

A small buzzing noise as something is clicked on. Then, vibrations wracking your insides, your clit— a slew of pleasure as the dildo pulses. You sigh loudly, that stubborn itch finally being appeased by the pressure of the toy. 

“Is my pretty little slut enjoying herself?” Shouta laughs behind you, voice still cold and filled with loathing. It’s as though he’s repulsed by your desire, your ceaseless need for him. You mewl loudly at the thought. “Mhm, and you’re going to continue enjoying yourself,” you feel the bed dip as he steps away, “until I finish my work.”

The fucking bastard. He’s leaving you tied up and helpless with a sex toy on the highest setting. He knows you’ll be a drooling mess for him, probably only half-conscious, by the time he’s back.

“N- no Shou, please.” Your protests do nothing to sway him. He simply snickers and walks out of the bedroom, leaving you to writhe and wail on your own. And God, does it feel good. Your stomach pulls taut as you rut against the bed like– like an animal. In a constant cycle of edging and ebbing, your orgasms build and build and build until you’re hit full force, only to begin all over again. It’s equal parts satisfying and unfulfilling, because fuck, do you just want your boyfriend’s cock inside you. It’s all you can think of— his warmth, his hands roaming your body, sweet, degrading nothings whispered into your ear while he pounds into you.

You lose track of time, aren’t even sure at this point whether your body is spasming or simply attempting to dispel the thick length inside you. The pleasure has turned to an entirely different ache, swollen clit now abused by the constant vibrations. Your voice is run hoarse, face carved into a permanent wince. And despite your attempts to stay quiet, chokes and gasps still rip through your throat. Even Shouta’s cloth is soaked through with the scorching sweat enveloping your body.  

Though absolutely exhausted, you’re conscious enough to hear his quick steps as he makes his way to the bedroom. You can sense the smirk plastered across his face without even seeing it. 

“Tired out?” Fingertips ghost over the cloth and across your painfully numb calves, nerves jumping at the feeling. “Ah’, you’ve soaked the bedspread.” A fierce blush runs across your skin, humiliated at the sight you must seem to him— a drooling, high-strung mess. He either doesn’t notice or chooses to ignore the way your body shakes at every prod. 

All you can do is let out a meager ‘Mmph’, your brain too scrambled to form anything close to words, let alone coherent sentences. “If you use your words, I’ll consider taking the toy out.” Shouta’s ruthless; he knows every inch of your body, your reactions, like the back of his hand. Of course he’d ask you to use your words. He lives to watch you come undone, thrives off the pain etched onto your features. 

“Please,” the request is drawn out— paused midway to let loose another gasp— and dripping in desperation. “I can’t– I just-”  It’s all you can manage in your state. 

“Seems you’ve been fucked stupid,” he chuckles darkly, though the vibrations wracking your cunt finally come to a halt and the dildo is swiftly removed. Your core clenches at the emptiness. “But I haven’t had the chance to stuff this tight little pussy full,” he slaps a harsh palm against your slit, making sure to wipe the slick that now coats his palm all across your cheek. If you weren’t aware of how soaked you were before, Shouta makes damn sure that you do now. The most you can work out in response is a feeble squeak. 

One of Shouta’s hands strokes at your matted hair from behind, agile fingers tidying the disheveled strands. The other rubs harsh circles on your clit; you twitch incessantly, sparks running through every inch of your body. “There’s that pained little face I love,” he grabs at your cheeks roughly, forcing your lips into a ‘o’ while grinding into your calf. “Fuck.”

Your legs and arms slump onto the mattress as soon as the cloth is unbound. Every muscle in your body aches with overuse; numbness buzzes through the limbs that were strung together for God knows how long. 

Your boyfriend— sadist that he fucking is— thrusts himself into you without warning. Sure, you’ve been stretched by the toy, but your poor slit is so overworked by previous orgasms that even the slightest hint of friction invokes senseless blubbering, your tongue lolling to the side in defeat. Wet, harsh slaps of skin against skin sweep the room, mixed with cries of ‘daddy,’ ‘please,’ and senseless nothings.

“Wanna see you cum.” It’s an order more than a request, grunted into the crook of your neck. His chest flattens against your back. It should feel suffocating, should feel disgusting, considering your body is gleaming with hours worth of perspiration, but you’re enamored with the warmth— engrossed by the way your skin sizzles at his touch. His fingers are secured at your hips, propping your ass in the air and pulling it against him with every piercing thrust. 

“N- no, can’t,” cheek still buried into the mattress, you muster whatever strength you have left and grip at his slick bicep behind you. He simply swats your hand away, takes your wrist between his slender fingers, and presses it into the bed. His thumb caresses the marks left by the cloth, savoring the aftermath of the punishment he inflicted. 

“You can and you will.” Despite the rasp in his voice, the command still holds authority over your forlorn frame and sends prickles down your spine. You feel yourself, yet again, creeping to the edge of an orgasm. “Cum for me.” 

It’s those three, simple words that have you seeing white. Breathless, your brows scrunch together and lips open into a wide ‘o’, but no sound comes out. Your whole body tenses, all senses overwhelmed by this final tidal wave of pleasure, and then finally goes slack. 

You’re officially done, body worked to the point of no return. A couple more snaps of his hips and Shouta follows, your name grunted loudly as he spills into you. 

For a long time you simply lay together silently, chests heaving with his body still splayed over yours. You know that eventually he’ll roll out of bed and make sure you’re all cleaned up. You always revel in the way he pampers you, taking his time to ensure he doesn’t miss a single inch of skin. If you weren’t so exhausted, he’d probably run a bath as well. 

Right now, the heat is finally proving too much for you, so you tap at his hip and he slides himself out of your raw core. 

“Ouch,” you wince at the friction, the ability to speak returning to you at last. The whole bottom half of your body is tender. It’ll be a miracle if you’re able to sit comfortably for the next few days. 

“Surprised you actually behaved,” he chuckles, flipping you over to hold you. His fingers rub lazy circles into your back and he presses a kiss to your forehead, “You were so good for me.” 

“Not like you had me tied up or anything,” you poke a finger at his chest. “And to do paperwork at that.” 

“Oh,” a slow, smug smile inches across his face, “I didn’t get any work done.” You might just slap him.

“Shouta,” your voice is even, but your eyes pierce his, narrowed in disbelief, “what do you mean you didn’t get any work done?” His laugh rumbles through his chest. 

“Do you think I could really focus, hearing your screeching through the walls like that?” 

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[sirowsky]

The Stories We Tell Ourselves (One-Shot)

Author's Note: So, this was an ask sent to me by my darling wife, @lucrezia-thoughts a while back, that I for some reason never actually added to my collection of works. Which seemed like a shame, since I'm kinda proud of it (it was my very first ask), so I thought I'd re-post it and give it a proper spotlight. Description: Mando's injured and Grogu's bored, so fem!reader tells him a bedtime story.

Rating: Everyone (all fluff all the way on this one, though blood is mentioned) Word Count: 1872

It had been one of those days when one thing had just bled into another, and everything had gone wrong. It was a miracle all three of you had survived, but the Mandalorian had been injured, trying to protect you from a very unpleasant trader, who had knives concealed everywhere in his clothing. Mando had been cut along his side, and while the injury would heal on its own, it had bled a lot before you’d been able to get back to the Crest and properly dress it. He’d insisted on getting the ship off the planets surface before he’d allowed you to help him, and as a result, there was blood everywhere. He hadn’t actually hired you, he had just sort of… realised that the kid liked you and decided that if you were brave enough to stick with them despite the danger of their situation, without even asking for payment, then he wouldn’t stop you.

You weren’t sure if he actually liked you. It was hard to tell with him, even after months of being couped up with the man. You could quite easily read him around others, as you’d become familiar with his body language and mannerisms, so you knew how he should behave if he liked you. But for some reason, he behaved differently with you. His body language was always much more still and maybe even careful, around you, as though he was afraid you’d break if he accidentally bumped into you. It was more than a little annoying, sometimes, since it made it difficult to define what your relationship actually was. But it was mostly just annoying because you wanted him to bump into you. He was a mystery, but that wasn’t what drew you to him. He was kind and respectful, quiet but strong, in both body and conviction. He wasn’t too proud or too self-assured, but he was loyal and protective and gentle. It was quite amazing to you that he was so proficient at using those hands for violence, when he was also so tender with the baby. It had brought tears to your eyes on more than one occasion.

When you’d finally cleaned the last remnants of blood from the controls in the cock-pit, you headed back down to check on Mando. But your eyes fell on the empty pram sitting on the floor of the cargo-bay.

“Oh, no. Kid… where’d you go?”

You searched quietly, not wanting to wake Mando after you’d finally gotten him to lay down in his bunk to rest, before going to scrub the blood away. But then you heard a muffled giggle, and of course it came from the damned bunk. You’d left the door open so that you could easily hear it if he stirred or seemed to worsen in any way.

“No, no, no… Come on, get out of there, let the man rest.”

You reached in and snatched the kid off of Mando’s chest and then stood there for a minute, rocking him quietly against your hip, while you listened for any sign that your… companion… had woken up. You eventually sighed and sat down on a crate, directly behind the bunk, cradling the kid in your arms.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping, you know.”

He just cooed and looked at you with bright eyes.

“Okay. How about a bedtime story?”

He just blinked and angled his head a bit more towards you.

“Hm, let’s see. When I was young, my mother would tell me stories about love to get me to sleep. She said that a child that feels loved, will always have the comfort to sleep soundly. So, this story begins with a King. A good, and kind man who rules his land with open arms and a warm heart, but also protects it with ferocity and conviction. Because that land holds everything that he loves, and without it – he’d be broken. One day, when the King is travelling, he finds an orphan outside of his dominion, and being the good man that he is, he brings the child home, to raise as his own. He has no idea how to do that, and it’s chaotic most of the time, especially since his duties can’t be put on hold while he cares for a baby. He still has to rule the land. But he loves that baby so much, that no matter how hard it gets, he endures. He doesn’t care that he hasn’t slept in days, or that he’s always terrified that something’s gonna happen to his boy. None of it matters, as long as the child is safe.”

Mando woke up the moment the kid climbed onto his chest. It was reflexive at this point. Even though he knew that you were there, and would care for the boy without his asking, he was already conditioned to react to whatever the little one needed. But he was wounded and tired, and he heard you coming down from the cock-pit, probably having cleaned up his mess – yet again, so he ignored the kid, and made no effort to let you know that he was awake, when you came to pick the child up. He was in some pain, the wound throbbing a little with each beat of his pulse, which made falling back asleep a little harder, even though he was exhausted. And it was surprisingly nice, just listening to you talk quietly to the kid, not knowing he could hear you. It wasn’t surprising that he found it nice; he found everything about you nice. It was surprising that he enjoyed the eavesdropping aspect so much. That he liked the intimacy of listening to you when your guard was down, and you were just being a woman caring for a child. He listened closely to your story, not missing the clear similarities to your actual life and the way you two had met.

“So, when the King has to travel again, he decides to bring his son along, and they go on a long and adventurous journey together. But on their way back, they come across a woman, wounded and in need of help. And because the King is a good man, he brings the woman to his castle, and helps her heal. And while she heals, she repays the King his kindness, by looking after his son while he cares for his kingdom. And as the woman watches her rescuer, and sees the true warmth of his heart as he cares for his land as closely, and tenderly, as he cares for his son, she falls in love with him.”

He nearly stopped breathing as he heard the words. Could you really mean him? The rest of the story was more or less exactly your story, so you had to be talking about him. He had never allowed himself to consider it. To think that you could ever want to be with a man like him, no matter how much he might want you to. He knew that his efforts to restrain himself around you made him seem stiff and perhaps a bit cold, and it always hurt him to see you try so hard to read him, to understand why he was different towards you than his friends. But if you wanted him too… that changed everything.

“But this wonderful man is a King, and she’s just a woman he found on the side of the road. She has no claim to him, and she’s afraid to tell him how she feels, because if he doesn’t feel the same, it’ll break her heart. So, she cares for the child as best she can, and hopes that he won’t make her leave the castle once she’s healed. And he doesn’t. He let’s her stay, and over time, she finds the courage to tell him the truth, and he reveals that he loves her too. And together they raise the child with love and happiness and adventures, and that’s how this little story ends, my sweet.”

The kid was asleep by the time you finished the tale, and you rocked him gently in your arms after you fell silent, to make sure he wouldn’t stir once you got up to put him back in his pram. You tucked him in snugly, and then closed the little egg up, to keep him warm and safe. Once you were done, you raised your hand up to your neck, rubbing idly at the knots and strained muscles, after such a long day of hardships and stress, and you couldn’t stop the exhausted sigh that escaped you. The movement to your side didn’t register in your brain until Mando was already sitting up at the edge of the bunk, and it startled you. You flinched and then your brain woke up again, and you approached him.

“Hey, what’s the matter, are you okay? Do you need anything?”

Oh, stars above… the number of ways that he could answer that last question.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.”

“No, no, you’re the one that’s wounded, which means I’m the only one that gets to ask that.”

He considered that for a moment.

“I heard your story, mesh’la.”

You froze, and suddenly your heart was frantic in your chest. He heard… all of that? You’d been so certain he was completely passed out! You hadn’t meant to pour so much truth into the story, but it had happened anyway, and now he knew how you felt. He knew. He saw you begin to panic and reached a gloved hand out to you, which you couldn’t bring yourself to take, but before you could back away from him, he reached for your waist instead, and pulled you in closer, until you were standing between his slightly bent knees as he rested against the bunk. You were flustered and shocked to suddenly be so close to him, and you found yourself having trouble figuring out where to put your hands in the small space between you. He’d never given any indication that he liked it whenever you’d touched him, so you settled for resting your palms on the flat and cool beskar on his chest, with your eyes firmly planted on the diamond shaped indentation at the centre of it.

“It was a very good story. I really liked it.”

Your eyes snapped up to stare at his visor, and you wanted to say a thousand things. But nothing came out. You felt him draw in a shaky breath, before his hands tightened on your hips, pulling you even closer. Then he bent his head forwards, leaning his helmet against your forehead, and your arms found their way around his waist, suddenly needing to hold him to you, now that he’d finally given you his silent permission.

“Would you tell me another story?”

His voice was trembling just a bit. Just enough that you could tell through the modulator.

“Okay. What would you like to hear?”

“Tell me how the story continues, after the King declares his love for the woman? Tell me how they live happily ever after… and I promise I’ll try to make the story come true for you.”

THE END

[gavin-plz-call-me]

The brothers + Luke do a gem digging kit with you

When I say gem digging kit, I mean one of these. It's basically just a hunk of chalk with gemstones inside that you dig into until you find all the gems. It's supposed to be for little kids, but I did one recently and it was pretty fun.

Also, a note: the gems I attribute to each character are purely based on the appearance/name of the gem. I'm not taking into account the meanings of the gems just because that sounds like a lotta work and I'm lazy.

~

Lucifer

Why?

No, seriously, he's confused as to why you'd want to spend your time doing that.

If you want a gemstone so badly, he could just buy you one, no need to go digging into a hunk of whatever that is to get one.

He'll end up doing it with you, but don't expect to do any of the digging.

"You're not doing it right, here give it to me."

He's a control freak, what'd you expect?

He's, for some reason, really good at digging out the gemstones.

Doesn't care about identifying what types of gems you find, leaves that work to you.

You two will get done pretty quickly because he did all the work

You pick out a garnet and hand it to Lucifer as a thank you.

He scoffs a little but pockets it.

Will 100% have it cut and made into a gorgeous ring or something.

Treasures it way more than you thought he'd treasure some random gem.

Mammon

"Of course ya want Mammon's help. You're just a puny little human, so I'll do ya a favor, as long as I get to keep a couple."

He's practically drooling at the thought of gemstones, and all he's gotta do is dig them outta this brick? Score.

Don't tell him he's probably not going to get anything worth any Grimm, or he'll be no help at all.

Let's you do, like, 70% of the work, but as soon as you guys spot a gemstone, he's ripping the chisel from your hand so you don't damage the stone.

Get's pretty into identifying each gem because he wants to see what they're all worth.

You get done in a decent amount of time.

You hand him pyrite from the pile of gems (also known as fools gold.)

Mammon knows a thing or two about gold and knows what you gave him isn't the real deal.

He'll put it in a little jar and makes a keychain out of it so he can keep it with him at all times.

Will loudly complain, but secretly not so secretly treasures it because it's a gift from you.

Leviathan

Has probably seen something similar in an anime or something.

So he's super excited to do it with you.

Will get jealous if you hog up all the time, but turns around hogs it.

He'll end up doing like 80% of the work, letting you do some if you ask nicely.

Isn't very good at it, though.

Get's frustrated in the end and puts the brick in water so it's easier to break.

So, initially, it took a while for the two of you to break through the brick, but once you soak it in water it goes by quickly.

Will try to identify the gem types, but doesn't care too much about guessing correctly.

You give him the biggest gem in the pile, an amethyst, and he turns into a blushing, stuttering mess what's new?

He'll proudly display the gem in a place of honor in his room, definitely beside a super rare, limited edition Ruri-chan action figure in a glass case to reduce damage to both Ruri-chan and the amethyst.

Satan

Is a bit confused as to why you want to do this, like Lucifer, but gladly joins you.

Will start off like Lucifer, taking charge of breaking the brick open, but the moment he gets frustrated with it, he hands the chisel to you.

You'll split the work about 50/50, with Satan giving you control whenever he gets frustrated with himself, and taking it back once he's calmed down a bit.

Be careful, though, if he doesn't give you the chisel in time, the brick may go flying out of rage, but at least all the gems are out now.

Get's very into identifying what types of gems you've collected.

Will bring out books on gemstones because the sheet the kit came with doesn't include enough information to properly identify them.

It doesn't take too long for the two of you to finish, probably because you're sharing the work so evenly.

Asmodeus

You give him a peridot, which he has made into one of those fancy metal bookmarks, putting the peridot at the end.

something like this

Oh devildom no, you're not roping him into this

Two words: his nails

and his clothes

and his skin

He will gladly watch as long as you're not doing it in his room, but don't expect any help.

If you wash the gems of any grime before handing them to him, he'll gladly help you identify what kinds they are.

Plus, they're all so pretty, he should at least be there to look at them.

You're done fairly slowly, due to the fact that you had to do it all by yourself.

Despite Asmo being no help, you give him an opal.

He'll squeal because opals are just so beautiful.

If there's only one, though, he'll have it made into a stunning choker.

If there are two opals amongst the gems you found, he'll demand ask nicely for the second one so they can be made into earrings.

Beelzebub

I know it kinda looks like chocolate, Beel, but you can't eat it.

Yes, I know you're hungry, Beel, but it's not food.

In all seriousness, he thinks it'll be fun and joins.

Lets you do most of the work, but not out of laziness, but because you look like you're having so much fun.

Will only help when you ask him to.

If you get bored and frustrated, Beel can and will just rip the brick apart with his bare hands if you ask.

Likes looking at the gems, but isn't too interested in identifying them.

You don't get done super fast, but definitely a lot faster than you would have doing it alone because of Beel's help.

You give him a ruby as thanks.

He either won't have it made into anything, opting to keep it safely in his room, or he'll have it made into a simple necklace.

Belphegor

Like with Asmo, good luck roping Belphie into this.

Not because he's afraid to get dirty, but because it just sounds like so much work.

He might help you out a bit, but will most likely just watch you, trying not to fall asleep during the process.

He fails and definitely falls asleep at some point.

Doesn't care about identifying the gems.

The process is somehow slower with Belphie's help, but it eventually gets done.

You'll place a sapphire next to him when you've finished because he's too asleep for you to hand it to him.

He doesn't have it made into anything because, again, that sounds like so much work, but he'll definitely keep it on his bedside table to look at and think of you with.

Luke

This kid's gonna have so much fun doing this with you.

And you better let him do all of the work, even though he's not very good at it.

He'll ask you for help every once in a while but wants to do as much of it by himself.

Is very excited about correctly identifying the gemstones, he may try to rope Satan in so the two of you can use his books on gemstones to make accurate guesses.

It's gonna take a while for you two to get it done, but Luke's having so much fun it doesn't really matter.

In the end, you let him keep all of the gems because he was so excited about it.

After a few days, though, he'll come to you with two identical friendship bracelets, one for him and one for you, both with rose quartz on them.

If you ever take it off, he'll cry.

So don't take it off.

[aetheternity]

How to be a big brother when you've never been a big brother P2 (1k followers special)

Synopsis: In which Levi's been dating you for a year and a half and gets the news that Kuchel's pregnant.

Emergency in babysitting (cont):

Levi.."

"Hug me back." He demands you tug him in by his shoulders and he grips your shirt. Meanwhile you're also trying to keep Chance from crying again by swaying your hips. "Boys, I need to get to the stove." You say, already smelling the mashed potatoes burning.

As if you weren't struggling enough the smoke alarm blared so loud it shocked Chance back into tears. You groaned into your hand, "Levi please.. do you think you can fan the alarm?"

He pulls away from you slowly looking around the kitchen, "Grab the pot holder!" You say "Wait, I need the pot holder!"

You yank it before he can reach it and he looks back at you for some kind of instruction. Eyes glazed over with a softness you'd rarely ever seen from him.

"It's ok." You explain not completely sure on who it was directed towards. You swipe at the burning pot on the stove, pulling the lid off to give the ingredients some air while the smoke alarm continued its obnoxious blaring. "Levi, the place mats!" You point; clumsily turning the stove off.

You turn to hug a still fussy Chance in by the waist; shhing and swaying him while Levi weirdly swatted at the still screaming alarm. The alarm finally dissipated and you held Chance close kissing the sides of his forehead and running a thumb soothingly under his eyelashes. Thankful for the eventually sigh of relief that left his lips.

"There that's so much better right?" Without a second thought Levi dropped the place mat trotting over to you to bury his face in your chest. "Ugh my sweet boys what're we gonna do about this??"

You keep Levi's head resting against your shoulder with one hand carefully and gently walking both boys towards the discarded place mat. Not even bothering to fix it properly you toss it over to the table. Might as well deal with it early in the morning before Levi wakes up.

With both boys resting against a part of your body, you walk your way back to the stove sighing over the amalgamation of your struggle with both of them and too little water added to the pot.

"Chance.."

"Mashed potatoes.." He gestures, tiny fists reaching for it.

"I don't know babes it looks kinda gross." You place Chance on the counter not wanting to try to grab a utensil while holding him and Levi.

You scoot a couple feet away reaching out for a tablespoon. In the process of this a loud clatter echoes through the kitchen. You let go of Levi turning to see the disgusting mixture of mashed potatoes splattered all over the floor, Chance's pants his shoes and the counter.

Chance screamed, mouth agape, tears flowing down his face. He kicked around, voice a higher pitch then the smoke alarm minutes ago.

"Aww Chance no please don't cry." You whispered close to his ear.

"Y/N." Levi immediately tugged at your sleeve seeing your attention diverted.

Your free hand came up to run through your hair, eyebrows etched together on your face. The realization that this was probably going to be the rest of your night hit you like a freight train.

"Levi, I have to take care of Chance for a little while ok? I'm gonna give him a bath and put him to sleep then I'll be back to sleep with you ok."

Levi reached out for your sleeve again not quite as satisfied with your answer as you would've hoped.

"Right after?" He questioned, playing with the fabric.

"Yes, I promise." You reached out for his cheek and he leaned into your touch.

"I won't fall asleep, I'll wait for you." He says

You give him a little nod and he takes off towards your shared bedroom. You rock Chance softly, curling your fingers through his soft hair as his crying falls slowly into little hiccups and whines.

"It'll be ok." You whisper

"Mashed potatoes." He replies, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you search around his bag for a towel, body wash and his pj's.

"I promise I'll make you more if you let me get you out of these gross clothes."

The same gross clothes that were currently dripping mashed potato onto your once clean shirt. But that was something you could fix later. You headed into the bathroom hanging his towel next to Levi's with his kiddie bubble gum body wash on the edge of the tub, placing his clean clothes on the sink top.

"Ok can you lift your arms for me?" He did as he was told and you pulled the article of clothing seamlessly off his body and onto the bath mat he was currently sitting on. "Don't cry sweetie it's ok."

You pressed your thumb to his cheeks tracing the lines his tears had left behind. Opening the little drawer under the sink you pulled out a clean wash cloth quickly removing the rest of Chance's clothes and turning on the water for the sink.

Once you'd checked the water to make sure it was a good temperature cleaning Chance off went smoothly. You ended up splashing water on his back a lot and gently patting the shell of his ears (because it made him giggle). And the body wash smelled so good that Chance was yawning with heavy eye lids by the time you'd dried him off and gotten him into his pj's.

His fingers etched into your sleep tee, head heavy on your shoulder as you slowly but surely get him down into the crib for the night. His thin blue blanket eventually tugged into his mouth. You decide to only dim the light in case he'd wake up afraid and slightly shut the door turning the baby monitor on the dresser on.

You make your way to the stairs, stopping when you see the soles of Levi's shoes at the edge of the banister.

"Oh God, Levi!" A part of you is still trying to be quiet while another part is basically throwing caution to the wind as you kneel next to where Levi's laying on the second to top stair and a couple in between.

"I didn't fall." He mutters, squeezing the banister between his fingers.

"Oh Levi.. why didn't you go to bed?"

Levi blinks, pulling his knees into his chest. "Mm so hungry.." He huffs

"At this rate you'll eat us out of house and home." You giggle. You reach for his hand and you expect him to get up when he takes it but he doesn't move.

"Levi?"

"Why.. doesn’t Chance like me?.." You crouch to his level and he sneaks a glance at you over his shoulder. "Please don't tell me he doesn't. He smiles at Kuchel, Kenny, My step dad, you, Mikasa and even Armin and Eren. So what could I possibly be doing wrong that he already wants nothing to do with me?"

"Levi, he's only two! He doesn't know what he wants yet." You chuckle warmly hoping to break the tension. "And I know you said don't tell me he doesn't hate me but he doesn't. Who knows why he acts differently towards you but it's not hatred. He's probably conflicted because you show the least amount of affection towards him on a daily basis."

You reach out to his face stroking his hair back from his eyes. Under the thin veil of dark hair you can see the smallest shield of tears forming over his pretty grey irises.

"Really?" He exhales as if that's the best thing he's heard all night.

"Yes baby, I think he's nervous around you and he's putting up his shields. But it definitely won't last forever."

He unclenches his fingers from the banister reaching out for your arm with shaky fingers. He pushes his free hand under your arm leaning into your chest and gently presses his head to your boob.

"Are you still hungry?"

"Sleepy." He whispers, gripping you a little tighter.

You pat his knee with the hand he's not holding, "Let's go to bed then."

Chance's first day of Preschool

• You and Levi had offered to walk Chance to his first day of preschool as Kuchel and his father had to be to work earlier than normal that day.

• By the time you and Levi arrived at the house Kuchel was up and arms with supplies for work and Chance's stuff.

• It took the two of you almost twenty minutes to separate everything which you got a quick thank you for and just as soon Kuchel was out the door quickly kissing her sons goodbye followed by Chance's father.

• "Ready for you first day?" You asked Chance

• He nodded smile small with a little blush tinting his cheeks.

• He laid his head on your shoulder as you, him and Levi exited locking the door with the emergency key.

"You're coddling him again." Levi didn't fail to mention as the three of you left the house.

"I'm not coddling." You replied as you rocked Chance on your hip.

"What word would you rather describe it as?" He asked

"Well, I'm just being supportive of my favorite boy. This is his first day of preschool after all." You rubbed Chance's tummy and he snuggled in closer to you.

"Mmhm." Levi murmured 

"Are you excited?"

"Should I be?" Chance asked without missing a beat.

"Sure, I mean you're finally at the age where you can learn stuff, meet new people and finger paint. You don't have to agree but I think that's the best part."

Chance straightens looking up at you with warm eyes, "Are you staying with me?"

"No, no I'm not but Levi might." You gesture to Levi with a smirk.

"I don't want Levi, I want you." Chance huffs resting his forehead back into the crook of your neck.

"I was just kidding babes he's not staying either ok? This is just your thing. Your first experience as a lone wolf."

You snicker a little at the feeling of tiny nails gripping you a little bit tighter. You knew the reference to Chance's favorite animal would be the thing that drew him in. You give his backpack a little pat,

"Is this heavy? Do you wanna let Levi hold it for a bit?" Levi sticks his hand out as if already ready to receive the item but,

"No!" Chance reaches for the strap gripping it roughly.

"Ok ok." You replied

A couple stray hairs blew back from his face and you coaxed them down with the palm of your hand. Using the same hand you carded your fingers through his tousled bangs redirecting hair back from his face.

"Kuchel's gonna pick him up later right?" Levi asked

"Yup she wants at least one part of this experience." The entrance to the school stood as plain as day and you froze with Chance still in your arms.

"Don't tell me you're having doubts now." Levi sighed

"No, no of course not."

Chance shook his head wildly, "Wanna stay with you." He blubbered as if feeling your hesitation.

"She has work." Levi replied plainly

"Chance." You start when you see the glimpse of tears forming. "You'll see me later." You start walking again.

"Only you?"

"Me and Levi."

Chance grunts bringing the arms once wrapped around your neck to fall over his chest. "Not Levi. Just you." He whimpers

"Levi and I are together so we'll both see you. And I promise we'll ask you lots of questions about your day when you get out." Chance shook his head as Levi held the door open for the two of you.

"If you're gonna be a brat you'll see neither of us." Levi said

"Levi-"

"I don't wanna see you anyway." Chance screamed

"Chance!"

The halls were cold and you felt yourself walking just a little bit faster as you could see the light from the classroom and Chance's teacher's name embroidered on the door.

"That's enough from both of you, alright."

"Hello." The woman in charge of the class stepped into the hall. "And who might this little cutie be?"

She lowers herself so that she's eye level with Chance, smile wide and hair tied in a messy bun. You're honestly surprised when Chance introduces himself.

"Hi Chance, it's fabulous to meet you." She replies "Wanna come inside?"

Chance nods rather quickly and you let him down only for him to race inside without another word.

"He's more excited then I thought he'd be." You say

"Let's go, we have work." Levi says but he pats your back as if sensing your hesitation.

Before the two of you can actually leave the click of Chance's sneakers on the polished tiled floor makes you stop in your tracks.

"Bye Y/N!" You hear him call.

You wave, smile bright as you turn back around. Levi looks too stands as if having his own apprehensive thoughts.

"Say goodbye to Levi too!" You call to him. But he quickly vanishes sneaker sounds trailing away until it was like they were never there at all. "He says goodbye."

Levi doesn't say a word. Just guides you back through the halls the way you both came in.

An Ackerman Christmas (Sorry to all the people who don't celebrate Christmas but I also don't so this is excluding me too.):

• On the day before Christmas Kuchel had invited you and Levi over as well as Mikasa and Kenny.

• The entire drive was silent thanks to Levi being a radio hog.

• When you guys arrived Mikasa was sitting on the couch with Chance's dad and Kenny making a little holly necklace for Chance.

• You'd both been there less than four minutes when Kuchel invited you and Levi into the kitchen.

• Kuchel had the house decked out in lights, smelling like gingerbread and covered in little Santa dolls.

"Listen Levi, you're gonna hold Chance for the family Christmas card." She said handing you and Levi Santa hats. "I know you and Chance have some kind of weird sibling beef between you but it's the holidays and I want my two children to get along and take one decent photo."

You snorted, "You have beef with a five year old.."

Levi gave you a look over his shoulder, "You know it isn't my intention to constantly fight with Chance." He explains to Kuchel.

"I know sweetie but this has gone on too long. There isn't one picture of you holding Chance at all. Everyone else in our photo album has at least one picture with him in their arms."

You chewed the edge of a cookie Kuchel had handed you when you'd walked into the kitchen. "How is this picture going to be festive with a plan like this."

Kuchel sighed, running a hand through her dark hair. "Catching Chance off guard is the real plan." She says more to herself than you. "We'll do it now before everyone's eaten so that we can get some genuine smiles."

She walks out into the living room with the camera she'd taken off the table announcing the Christmas card just to be met with a long range of sighs and groans from the peanut gallery.

"Hey." You nudge Levi with your elbow. He pops his head up making eye contact with your warm smile. "Break a leg."

"Tch, that's for performances."

"Getting Chance to stay still in your arms will be a performance everyone looks forward to."

The sounds of both your shoes clicking on the hardwood alerted Kuchel who was busy pushing everyone into a small sort of formation. Eggnog promptly snatched from Kenny's hand ignoring his grunts and Chance taken from Mikasa.

When she reached for him again Kuchel jerked her head to the side gesturing to the bowl discarded on the lounge chair in the corner of the room.

"Mikasa I need you to hold that." She explained "Here Levi." With a quick kiss to both boys temples she dropped Chance in Levi's arms.

Chance wore slacks and the warmest (ugliest) Christmas sweater you'd ever seen. Though he cooperated smoothly. Holding Levi's arm as he was repositioned with Kuchel's help. His little hat almost falling over his eyes until Levi pushed the brim back up.

You stood beside Levi on his left with Mikasa standing on the far right a little bit behind him. Kenny and Chance's father just behind you and Levi as Chance squirmed a bit but that was really the only noticeable discomfort he showed.

"Ok, it's on a count down timer so I put it on 1 minute." Kuchel clapped getting into position at Chance's back. Close enough that Mikasa was still in view.

"One minute?!" Kenny groaned "Man, I don't wanna stand here that long.."

"You will stand there for one minute it won't kill you. Unlike all that drinking you do." Kuchel huffed

"Why'd you make the countdown so long??" Chance's father was next to complain.

"I don't know how to do seconds on that thing."

"Oh I do." You chimed in.

"Never mind that honey, it'll probably snap the picture while you're standing back there." Kuchel looked over her shoulder. "Mikasa, make sure to hold the bowl so the seeds are in full view."

"Seeds?" Levi asked

"She's holding a bowl full of different dyed seeds and little beads. I thought it'd be pretty."

You couldn't help but trail your eyes to Levi his smile small but so warm and sweet. Head tilted just enough that you could see every bit of the pretty glow this lighting had on his face. Perfectly accenting his cheek bones and the cool grey of his irises.

"Ok get ready guys!" Kuchel announced, leaning in just a little bit closer to Chance who you noticed had his head tilted down. Lips parted for little breaths to fall off his lips.

Before you could say a word the bright flash nearly blinded you. Your smile coming back at the last second. Two more clicks and everyone was relaxing back into their normal stature. In that same second Chance heeled over, coughing and spewing up everything he'd eaten within the past hour right onto Levi's pants and shoes.

"Oh God." Kuchel reached out for Chance lifting him into her arms as Mikasa snatched a napkin off the table to wipe his mouth. "Levi, go get a wet towel from the bathroom."

"Did he eat too many cookies?" You asked as Kuchel rocked Chance in her arms.

"I told you not to give him anymore." She huffed finger pointed at Kenny.

"He looks so cute eating them!" Kenny shrugged

"Ugh."

You ran to catch up with Levi who sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom furiously rubbing at the stains on his pants.

"Baby.." Your heels clicked as you settled onto the floor taking the wet napkin from his loose finger tips. With gentle hands you grazed the item over his knees and down to the soaked strings of his formal shoes. "It's ok, or it'll be ok-"

"I'm gonna pull the car out front." He muttered "And we can go home so I can change."

You placed the napkin at your feet. "Do you wanna come back later?"

The door peaked open and Mikasa poked her head in before quickly entering and shutting the door behind herself.

"How's Chance?" You ask biting your tongue.

"He'll be fine." She assured "How're you?"

"Covered in a little kid's vomit." Levi answered

Mikasa came closer, plopping down on her heels in front of you. "Why does Chance hate him so much?"

"Mikasa!"

Levi huffed, slumping back where he was sitting against the back of the toilet.

"I don't know." You shrugged with a laugh. "I don't know and it's like I thought it would get better I figured whatever weird grudge that kid has against Levi would eventually go away! I mean it had to right? But here we are five years after Chance was born and I'm sure if it had been anyone else holding him that wouldn't have happened."

The break in your voice made Mikasa throw an arm over your shoulder. You sighed leaning into her touch and without warning the palm of Levi's hand came down to rest on your temple.

"At some point he'll give in and the truth will come out." He says "You'll see."

Chance gets in trouble at preschool

• Somehow you and Levi had been written as the school's emergency contact instead of Kuchel

• So not only did the two of you have to head down to the school to pick up Chance but you also had to change the emergency contact information the teacher had.

"Ok Chance what's your deal today? Why'd you throw paint and that boy?" Chance didn't speak but the squeeze of his nails against the back of your hand let you know that he was listening.

"You might as well talk otherwise we're just gonna get into the car and sit there." Levi warned on Chance's other side.

"I don't have to tell you anything." Chance muttered "You're not my parent."

"When Kuchel finds out you're gonna have to talk anyway so you might as well explain." You said

"I have nothing to say to you!" Chance screamed

"Chance-"

Levi stopped you with an outstretched arm as Chance yanked his hand from yours. "Go back to work." He said plainly

"Levi-"

"I'm gonna take him to Kuchel, you need to head back to work you have paperwork to finish."

Your eyes dart between a sniffling Chance and Levi. "Are you sure?"

"Do you think I can make this situation worse?"

"You don't want me to answer that.." You giggle he sends you a blank stare. "Ok.. ok let me know how it goes later." You press a quick kiss to his cheek trying to give Chance one as well only for him to dodge you with a loud grunt. And with that you're off.

"Get in the car Chance." Levi pulls the door open gesturing to the seat.

"No!" He pouts

"Ok. I'll just send mom to come pick you up later. Maybe she'll still find you here."

Unsurprisingly Chance doesn't move when he sees Levi leave his sight and for a couple seconds after the drivers seat door shuts he still doesn't move. It isn't till Levi turns on the ignition that Chance wrenches the door next to him open. Yanks his bag off to throw it inside and hops uncomfortable into the seat next to it. Pulling his seatbelt through the loop haphazardly and needing Levi's help to click it into the clasp.

With a little bit of trouble Levi pulls out of park and smoothly drives into traffic with a slow sigh.

"Hey, mom's jobs that way." Chance mentioned tugging on his seat belt.

"You've got a smart eye." Levi replied "I'm taking you home instead."

"What for?"

"So you can spend the hours you would be at school with me instead. I already took the rest of the day off."

Safe to say Levi enjoyed the subtle bulge of Chance's already doe eyes and the huff when he realized there was no way he could get out this.

Out of force of habit Levi knocked on the front door before turning the key in the lock and pushing the heavy frame in for Chance to walk into his house.

"Put your book bag down and join me in the kitchen." Levi explained, pointing to the rack next to the door as he headed toward the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" He asked as Chance followed

"Why?" Chance asked the slight tension in his voice making Levi turn from where he'd already begun raiding the fridge for ingredients.

"I was going to make sandwiches."

"Why would you bring me here? Why're you being so nice? And why aren't you putting me on time out or something?" Words flowed out of Chance's mouth as Levi placed a sandwich right in front of him. His favorite in fact: tuna with the crust cut off and little tomatoes mixed in.

When Levi finished making his own sandwich he plopped into the seat across from Chance. "Because I've realized something about our relationship. I've never talked to you alone, I've never pulled you aside and really talked to you man to man. I only know what mom or Mikasa or Y/N have told me about you."

Chance peered down at his sandwich, tears glazing over his grey eyes. "Don't you hate me?"

"For?"

"Mom calls you less cause she's busy with me and Dad says you've never had to share her cause you grew up as an only child.."

Levi yanked a couple napkins from the center of the table, patting Chance's wet cheeks.

"I don't know if you've noticed but Kuchel loves being a mom. And when she had you she had this glow to her that I haven't seen since I was kid. You're the reason for that."

"Then.. don't you hate me.. for how much trouble I cause you?"

Levi lets his gaze flicker away as if he's thinking only to make eye contact with Chance again. "I don't but the way you treated Y/N today was unacceptable, you owe her an apology because she's done nothing but love you since the moment you were born and before that."

"Ok.."

"Hey." With his thumb under Chance's chin he coaxed Chance's face back towards him. "Let's not wait until you get in trouble at school to do this again."

Once Chance had finished his sandwich Levi had automatically done a half house inspection. Cleaning up any clothes left on the floor, wiping down counter tops and with Chance's help sorting clothes that were going to go in the washing machine.

By the time they'd finished Kuchel was walking through the door seemingly tuckered out but still managing to tackle her when she came in the door.

"Chance? Levi?"

"Rough day." Levi explained

"So that's what your father was on about on the phone." She directed her attention to Chance as she held him up. "I'm so sorry you had to call off work for this." She said, pressing a soft kiss to Levi's cheek.

"I wanted to do it." Levi replied

Kuchel turned her attention back to a guilty looking Chance. "And you, why'd you throw that paint on that boy."

"I just.. he.. he was telling me about his older brother in the sea."

Kuchel turned to Levi with an eyebrow raised, "Deployed Marine." He patiently explained

"And.. he was saying that when his brother was home him and his family would do everything for him and his brother would take him fishing and to the movies and and.." Chance sniffed

"Sounds like jealousy to me." Kuchel sighed rubbing the back of her son's head. "You know you have to apologize right?"

"Yes, mommy."

"Thank you again Levi." Kuchel smiled warmly the lines of her face slowly beginning to relax.

"Thank you Levi." Chance whispered

With a nod and a small pat to Chance's back Levi was off climbing into his car with a long exhale. Before he could start it though the buzz of his phone caught him off guard and he wiggled it from his pocket opening the notification immediately.

How'd it go?? Y/n asked with praying hands accompanying the text.

We bonded like you wanted was all he sent back.

[liannelara-dracula]

🤒DL

Alright this is finally done. I am trying to get to other asks do not send in other ones.

Sakamaki

Shu:

He let’s you handle yourself at first.

But if he notices that you aren’t getting better or need help he will come to you.

He isn’t strict with medicine but rest.

He wants you to sleep.

So he cuddles you.

He literally pulls you down to lay with him.

Will

Take you to the doctor if needed.

He isn’t too worried.

He will give you affection cause he knows he can’t get sick.

Reiji:

Is sooooooo strict, like no joke.

He watches you like a mom.

Gives you remedies and medicines to treat you.

He keeps you in his room to have you rest on his bed. So he can watch you of course.

It’s also cause he likes to secretly watch you sleep.

If it’s bad like a fever or worse he carries you everywhere. Obviously bridal style.

He checks your temperature and asks you were it hurts.

If you want affection he doesn’t give it to you bc your sick. He won’t get sick but he just feels the need to punish you for getting sick.

Though he will kiss the top of your head after he checks your temperature.

Laito:

He’s pretty good at taking care of you.

Actually knows how to care of you, with Reijis instructions of course.😂😂

He worries a lot

To the point where it’s annoying.

“Bitch Chan do you need this?” Or “How do you feel? Does it hurt?” He’d ask, just getting on your nerves.

Tries to be helpful but he’s nervous.

Finds your stuffy nose and red face kinda cute.

“How adorable.” He’d tease tapping your nose.

“Ugh.” You’d huff.

Overall he tries.

Ayato:

Bro here really tries, like he does his best.

Always asking Reiji or Shu how to do things.

“Bro how do I check the temperature again?” He’d ask.

“Just put it on her forehead and it’ll tell you.” Shu would sigh.

“Thanks, dude.” He’d say before leaving.

He will take pictures of you while you’re sick.

Hands you tissues, or water.

Gives you fluffy blankets.

Makes horrible soup.

Gives you his hoodies.

doesn’t kiss you tho.

“Human germs can’t effect you.”

“Really?” He’d ask.

“Yes, idiot.” You’d joke.

Kanato:

Is pretty good.

watches you like a hawk.

knows how to make you fall asleep.

Sings you to sleep.

He feeds you his sweets and his cake.

You have to convince him a lot of times that your not dying and that it’s just a cold.

He likes to cuddle with you so much.

You become the little spoon. No objections.

He likes to give you blankets and pillows.

He’s very good at giving medication to you if needed.

If his brothers are being loud and you need rest he’ll get angry and tell them to be quiet.

“Be quiet! Can’t you see your upsetting Y/n!?”

He’d yell before closing the door to come back to you.

“Okay you can rest now princess.”

Subaru:

He is soooooo worried.

Protect him I swear

He is so caring and sweet.

Will get you anything and he makes sure you take the medicine.

He might forget and then he’ll get mad but you tell him it’s ok.

Would take you to the doctor if things got worse.

He’d really help if you needed it.

If he saw you could handle it he wouldn’t interfere.

But he’d check up on you.

And kiss your forehead, especially if you have a fever.

He’d also give you cuddles if you were cold.

Overall he’d be really sweet.

Kino:

Takes pictures of you for black mail.

Not so good at taking care of you.

He’s like a Ayato in that sense.

His soup will be salty.

He will give good massages tho.

Cuddles.

Buys you medicine tho.

You mostly have to take care of your self tho.

But he’ll make sure it’s not an emergency or something.

Otherwise he’ll get you some help.

Mukami

Ruki:

He knows you don’t need help but he’s helping you anyways because he says you don’t know how to take care of yourself.

It’s just an excuse to be with you.

He is very caring and gentle with you.

Reads to you a lot to comfort you.

Temple and forehead kisses.

He brushes your hair a lot.

He also makes you take baths to relax not with you tho since your sick and he knows you don’t feel the greatest rn.

Gives you medicine and if you hate it you’re still taking it. He doesn’t try to give you other flavors that you’d like either he just tells you to suck it up.

“Ruki it tastes horrible.” You grimaced at the spoonful of dark liquid he was about to give you.

“There is no other way of getting better. So open wide.” He’d be a little smug about it seeing you act like a kid.

You are usually in his bed bc he supervises you when you’re sick.

He will cuddle with you too.

Keeps a close eye on you.

He doesn’t want you to help him bc he knows you’re weak right now.

He would carry you around if needed.

Yuma:

He does his best if he needs to step in.

Cause Yuma has a big heart.

He will carry you anywhere and everywhere. Bc he doesn’t want you t be by yourself.

Ruki would have to tell him how to use the medicine properly cause we all know Yuma can get upset with instructions.😂😂

Really cares for you but he sometimes wants you to be tougher cause he thinks it’s just a little illness or whatever.

Though after he sees you trying to follow up after him and you can’t he stops and apologize.

He will probably hold you like a little kid when he picks you up. Which is so awkward.

“Yuma put me down. I can still walk there.” You’d say a little annoyed.

“Aw, are you embarrassed little pig? It’s not like you’re wearing a skirt.”

You roll your eyes at him just give up.

You have to remind him when you have take your medicine cause he forgets.

He will help you in the shower even you don’t need it or want his help.

“I’m okay. I really don’t need help washing myself.”

“Two showering is faster than one.” He’d say pulling up the hem of your shirt above your waistline.

“Yuma I’m sick, this isn’t appealing.” You’d pout.

Tho he always reassures you, you look beautiful anyway.

Kou:

He’s pretty decent with taking care of you if you need it.

You sleep in his bed cause he wants you too.

He makes you food and gives you medicine.

He finds you being sick a little too cute.

Like all your little sneezes and red nose.

Even tho your really annoyed.

He is sweet with helping you but you always tell him you got it.

Sometimes he can annoy you so you pretend like your sleeping😂

He likes to cuddle with you.

He gives a lot head pats.

Will baby you.

“Here let me help you walk there? Do you want to shower? Some water?”

And so on.

He just gets worried.

Azusa:

Soooooo gentle and sweet.

He helps you with everything.

Brings you the homework you missed and completes it for you.

But he tells you everything you need to know.

Makes you food even if he sucks.

Cuddles you.

Gives you the medicine and listened to Ruki’s instructions.

He is very careful.

Worries over you a lot.

So he checks your temperature often.

He will keep you company and won’t leave.

Is just so sweet and will carry you if you don’t feel good either.

Likes to prepare baths for you too.

He puts a lot of flowers in it with a bath bomb too.

It all smells really nice.

Tsukinami

Carla:

Keeps an eye on you.

He knows what it’s like to be sick.

Helps you as best as he can.

Pretty good at making you food and remembering when to give medicine.

He’s like a doctor honestly.

Will allow you to sleep his bed instead.

He checks your temperature and places a kiss to your head.

Reads you books probably.

You mostly sleep so he doesn’t have to be around you too much.

Shin:

he’s not that great.

it’s cause he doesn’t get sick so he doesn’t get it.

he tires tho.

but he gets impatient.

“How the heck do you read this damn thing?”

“Shin, you’re reading it upside down.” You’d giggle.

You mostly take care of yourself but he is willing to help if he’s that you need it.

He actually likes to take care of you.

Sucks at making food.

no really.

Finds your sneezes cute tho.

He likes to hug you too, cause it gives you comfort.

And it’s probably the only thing he can do.

[firewoodfigs]

Hi!! Could you do "It was a hospital bed, and A slipped in carefully to lie beside B all night" for a Royai fic from that prompt list? Thank you!! ❤️❤️

hello anon!! thanks for the prompt aaaah I had a lot of fun toying with it in between work and the other shenanigans that have been cropping up this week <3 I hope you don't mind the somewhat unusual ending ahaha I dimly recall writing a few other fics indirectly responding to this prompt (here and here!) so I wanted to try something slightly different from my usual fare 👉🏻👈🏻 part of this was also originally from a two-shot I'm working on, tweaked to fit the prompt hehe. I hope you enjoy!!! 🥰

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Riza can think of a million reasons why hospitals are awful.

First, the food. She’s not sure if it’s as nutritious as they make it out to be; there are times when she wonders if it’s even edible. She’s had worse, of course - hospital food isn’t as bad as ration bars - but she’s quickly getting tired of eating plain yoghurt and bland porridge every day, for every single meal.

Second, the stench. Riza hates that every inch of the place smells like a victim of obsessive cleanliness; she has to resist the urge to upchuck every time the door opens and the smell of chemicals and antiseptic filters in like an unwanted guest.

Third, the fact that she’s sharing a room with a man who, at this point, is behaving more like a cat on hot bricks than a disciplined soldier is quickly driving her insane. She’d readily agreed to be his caretaker, of course; Riza doubts there’s anyone else capable of dealing with his antics and ever-growing anxiety. But after hearing him sigh and toss and turn in his bed for the fifty-eighth time that night (she’d counted, because she was bored out of her wits, and there was nothing else she could do other than sleep or stare at the ceiling, per doctor’s orders), Riza decides she’s just about had enough.

She looks at him from her bed. He’s presently engaged with twiddling his thumbs, thinking out loud.

Riza sighs and rises from her bed quietly. She brings the IV stand along with her - an unnecessary inconvenience - and carefully slips into his bed once she’s made sure that the tubes and wires connected to them are tangle-free.

“I never pegged you as an opportunist, Lieutenant,” he murmurs, despite her best efforts to be discreet. “Sleeping with your commanding officer while he’s blind?”

“You could always court martial me later, sir,” Riza deadpans. “Now scoot over.”

Luckily, he obliges without much retort. 

“Your wish is my command.”

Riza huffs. She adjusts the thin, scraggly piece of linen that the hospital justifies as a blanket - another downside of this shitty place - and makes sure he’s probably covered, warm.

“Three words,” she mutters.

“Eight letters?”

“Twelve, actually.”

Roy raises a brow. “What could it be?”

“Would you like to wager a guess, sir?”

“Not really.”

“You’re an idiot,” she says. Roy laughs, and it’s a tiny little sound that is so discordant with his current mood, but it’s at least genuine. “Now go to sleep.”

“Alright, alright.”

He stops fidgeting, for a while. Riza closes her eyes and attempts to fall asleep - and she actually does, for a while - at least until she hears the sheets rustling again, the movement and tension coming from beside her. She groans softly.

“You should sleep, sir.”

She feels him stiffen. Roy smiles sheepishly, looking right through her like she’s not there. It still unnerves her how this is probably going to be their new normal: him without his sight. Her as his eyes.

“Sorry.”

Riza frowns. An apology is not the answer she wants. What she wants is for him - or them both, actually - to sleep and rest and properly recuperate so that they can have a speedy recovery, so that they can get out of here as soon as possible.

“Bad dreams?” she asks, because it’s the exact same thing that’s been haunting her. (She’s lucky her throat makes it impossible for her to scream or kick up a fuss; she’d hate for Roy to stumble blindly through the room in what he probably thinks is an act of chivalry and/or heroism.)

He shrugs.

“Then and now,” he offers. His smile fades, and he lapses into an unexpected moment of vulnerability. “Hard to differentiate between day and night nowadays, too.”

And because Riza doesn’t know what to say, she simply brushes her knuckles against his.

Roy returns the gesture, drawing indiscernible patterns on the back of her hand with his bandaged one.

“Well, it’s almost midnight now, sir.”

He lets out a small laugh, but it’s painfully hollow.

Riza shifts slightly. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze - hospital beds are clearly not meant for two persons (or anything inappropriate) - but it doesn’t bother her all that much. She just wishes there’s more she can do, to comfort him. Make him feel a little less gloomy.

“It feels like I’ve been sleeping for years.”

“If it helps reduce the incidents of you falling asleep during office hours, then you should get more sleep now, while you can.”

Roy turns, like he’s searching for her, even though there’s not much closer she can be at this point. He exhales shakily. She feels his hand trembling against hers, and responds with a gentle caress. (She knows he’s still feeling guilty, probably berating himself internally about their predicament, about what transpired beforehand. And to be fair, there’s a part of her that’s still angry about all that's happened underground. They’ll probably have to talk about it, at some point, but probably not now — not when they’re both still drugged up and only half-lucid.)

“Humour me, Lieutenant.”

“What?”

“I can’t sleep,” he confesses. Dimly, Riza notes that his voice has taken on a somewhat petulant edge — like a child complaining about their bedtime, but she doesn’t comment on it. Being nearly bedridden for a week is enough to drive her nuts, too. “I’ve tried counting sheep and all that shit, and it’s just — it’s not working.”

Riza sighs. She’s tired, yes, but she’s also aware that she’s probably not going to get any sleep at this rate. She tries to think of ways to stave off his restlessness. Reading is one — she can probably bore him into sleep with a Xingese recitation (she’s gotten pretty good at that lately), but she’s technically not supposed to be talking much. Alcohol is another, but neither of them are supposed to be drinking (and besides, the only form of alcohol available in hospitals isn’t meant for human consumption). Maybe chess, then. She’s not particularly keen on playing a game of chess, now (because she just wants to sleep), but she thinks it’ll help exhaust some of his boundless energy.

“We could play a game of chess, if you want. Breda was kind enough to drop a vinyl board here in the afternoon.”

“I can’t see —“

“I’ll tell you where I move my pieces.”

He frowns, clearly not liking the idea. “You’re not supposed to be talking much, Lieutenant.”

“I’m fine,” she insists, turning to pour a cup of water for herself before continuing. “I won’t have to speak much — unless you’re being a nuisance or a cheat or a fraud.”

He laughs. “I’ll be none of those things, Lieutenant.”

“Good.”

She sets up the board on his bed and helps him sit up. Riza lets him play white.

“It’s your move, sir.”

“You’ve made yours?”

“No. You’re playing white.”

“Tough. It’ll be more embarrassing if I end up losing.”

Riza smiles. “Well, we don’t know that yet, sir.”

He opens with pawn to e4. She helps him move his pieces and parrots her movements back to him. Pawn to e4, too. Pawn to d4. Same here. A closed game, not quite like his usual aggressive style of playing.

Riza watches as he frowns with intensity. It’s probably more a test of memory than strategy for him at this point. She wonders if there’s a way he can adapt to chess, to the military’s utilitarian (and frankly unsympathetic) demands now that his sight’s impaired.

(Life is so unlike chess, Riza thinks, in spite of Roy’s silly metaphors that postulate otherwise. The rules are never fixed, and the universe is always rife with uncertainty. It’s not like chess, where you can predict your opponents’ moves if you get good enough. Neither of them had expected that he’d be here right now, losing sleep and contemplating life over a chessboard while blind.)

He clucks his tongue, reciting a series of movements from memory. The Blackmar-Diemer. Riza smiles indulgently.

Still as aggressive as ever, sir.

Of course.

The game quickly becomes a round of blitz, and though he manages to open his lines and mount a rather decent attack, it’s clear that he has trouble recalling after the eighteenth move. It's still an impressive feat, though. Better than the average layperson.

“Check,” Riza announces, conversationally. Technically, she’d had the advantage, both on the board (and in real life). It shouldn’t really count, and besides, checkmate isn’t her objective — it’s to get her commanding office to sleep.

“Well-played,” Roy hums. He’s strangely still in his bed as he closes his eyes, rubbing at his temples — presumably to ease off an oncoming migraine. It happens a lot, when he’s in deep thought, when he’s over thinking. Thinking too much for his own good. “I need to work on my recall, I think.”

“I think so too, sir.”

He laughs, but the sound is again empty, foreign. It is so at odds with his usual smirks and unbridled laughter (when he’s laughing at someone else, or a joke made at somebody’s expense), like there’s an ache beneath the surface that she cannot reach.

Roy turns slightly, bumping into his dethroned king as he adjusts himself on the bed.

She blames the sudden, uncharacteristic urge to cry on her drugged-up system.

(Riza doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to how uncommunicative his eyes are. He’s always regarded each and every one of his subordinates with respect and meaning and gratitude, but he’d simply looked over the unit as if taking inventory when they had come by earlier.

But she’ll make do, Riza thinks. She has to. She’s always known him in a way nobody else has, in a deeply intimate way, like a book she’s memorised by heart.)

They fall silent for a few minutes. His lips part a little - she knows  he’s about to say something - but it snaps shut again, like he can’t bring himself to say the words.

Riza simply waits for him, like she always has; holding onto his held breath like it's the last thread of hope. She leans into his touch a little closer than necessary.

I’m right here, even if you can’t see me.

Roy smiles.

“I hope I won’t forget your face, Riza.”

[vvideonasties]

clear-cut

"Good morning," Jon says.

"Um," Martin replies.

Jon then realises that him holding a pair of scissors so close to his eyes not long after ranting about gouging them out would be rather concerning at first glance. 

word count: 2k

pairing: jonmartin

warnings: discussion of canon related trauma, thoughts about body autonomy

While rifling through the kitchen drawers, Jon is unsurprised by the plethora of blades Daisy owns. There’s every kind of knife you could fathom and, thankfully, a few pairs of scissors. Grabbing what appears to be the sharpest pair (though they all look pretty damn sharp), he heads to the bathroom. He clutches the white of the porcelain sink and stares into the mirror impassively. 

He used to actually quite like his long hair. He’d play with it while he was working, twirling the thick locks around his fingers and untangling knots absentmindedly. When he’d get frustrated he’d pull it out of its tie and tug at it. It was a strange way to ground himself. 

Now, though. It’s been used too much for other people’s gain, has been in too many people’s hands for it to truly belong to him. The gravity it provided began to dissipate when Daisy attacked him - she’d grabbed a chunk of it and used it to yank back his head to expose the vulnerable expanse of his neck. As he’d stood there under the mercy of her blade, shaking and pleading, the stinging in his scalp lingered the entire time. It only got worse from there - the awful attempt at tenderness displayed by the Stranger as Nikola brushed aside a few strands to gain access to more flesh, to paste moisturiser onto it with her stiff fingers. The dirt he couldn’t quite scrub out of it after he left the Buried, even when he sat in the tub for hours on end. Even when the water began to run clear, he could still feel the clumps weighing him down, making his head loll to the side with it.

After all that, it wasn’t much to him. He’d wash it, dry it, tie it up. Try not to think of it. 

Jon stares down at the gleaming scissors in the sink determinedly. Cutting it off won’t solve much, if anything at all, but it would make him feel a little more comfortable. It’s one of the only things he can control about himself at the moment. If he doesn’t like the way it looks, then fine. It’ll grow back. 

His hand flexes and clenches into a fist. Tighten, relax, tighten, relax. 

He reaches for the scissors and holds a piece of hair in front of his face, the blades open, hungry, ready to receive. 

Then there comes a short, polite cough. He turns to see Martin standing just outside the bathroom, eyes a little wider than normal. 

"Good morning," Jon says.

"Um," Martin replies.

Jon then realises that him holding a pair of scissors so close to his eyes not long after ranting about gouging them out would be rather concerning at first glance. 

“I’m cutting my hair,” he clarifies, and Martin seems to relax at that. 

“Okay.” A pause. “Why?”

He puts down the scissors and shrugs, suddenly feeling self-conscious. 

“Just felt like it,” he says, which is kind of true. “Not particularly attached to it anymore.”

Martin hums, taking him at his word. He walks over on socked feet, close enough that Jon can feel the heat radiating from him. There’s a brief moment where his hands pass over the scissors.

“I could help?”

Jon turns to face him completely, brow furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, it’s just that I have experience? Kind of? I cut my own, and I used to cut my mum’s as well...” Martin’s mouth twists downwards at that, and Jon just frowns harder. “I won’t give you my mum’s style, I promise!” He jokes weakly. It falls flat, and the whole atmosphere feels stilted. 

“Okay. Why not.”

“...Are you sure? I don’t want to interrupt your whole-”

“It’s fine. I could use some help reaching the back anyway.” As much as he just wants to lop all of it off, he doesn’t want it to look messy. 

Martin seems to brighten, probably at the relief of having something to focus on, and he walks off to grab a chair from the small dining table as Jon hovers awkwardly. He positions it in the living room, close to the small TV they’ve been using sporadically. They’ve been steadily working their way through the small cabinet full of DVDs underneath it. However, Jon isn’t exactly sure how long they’re going to be staying, so they might have to...ration them. The week they’ve been here hasn’t exactly been the most vibrant when it comes to entertainment. Maybe one day they’ll relent and open up the dusty box of Monopoly. That could very well be a major test of their relationship, though. 

At least, Jon thinks this is a relationship. They haven’t talked about it all that much. All that mattered in the beginning was escaping the Lonely, leaving London, then getting settled here. They’re fumbling around blindly in the dark, and all Jon knows is he wants to hold onto Martin as tightly as possible. 

That little train of thought is interrupted by the small clink of Martin taking the scissors off of the sink and grabbing a towel from the rack. He gestures to the chair, inviting Jon to sit, and when he does so he feels the towel being gently wrapped around his shoulders. 

There’s the brief sensation of Jon’s hair being pulled at, only slightly, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Okay?” Martin whispers. He understands without knowing, somehow, and Jon is glad that he can’t see the way his face is taut with apprehension, tinged with pain. 

“Okay,” he whispers back, trying to emulate Martin’s tone. 

“Can I use your tie?” His voice is still soft, and Jon should feel patronised, but he mostly feels soothed. “Just so it’s easier to cut through.”

Jon wordlessly removes the tie from his wrist and hands it over. He tries to hide the little shiver that passes over him when their fingers brush. Martin begins to hum a tune as he gathers the hair up into one handful (not like they did, he would never, it’s Martin, always so good to him), then creates a loose ponytail that falls to his shoulders. 

“Fine so far?” Jon nods tentatively. “Alright then.” 

There’s the distinct sound of the blades opening, and in one fluid motion Jon feels the weight he’d been carrying leave him. 

“There.” Martin comes into view, holding the thick, dark ponytail aloft, smiling crookedly. 

“Oh,” he croaks. “That’s...a lot.” His hand comes up to brush his the side of his head, then travels down and grasps at thin air where hair was a second ago. The cut seems to stop at his jaw, the small strands remaining ghosting over his skin. 

“It is. Can I keep going?”

Jon, hand still close to his head, makes a noise of assent. Martin takes a second to throw away what’s been cut then returns. He sinks his hands into Jon's scalp, massaging the tension out of it, and Jon makes an unbidden noise of satisfaction that causes his motions to still.

"God, sorry, did I hurt-"

"No! No, it's okay. It felt nice." It felt really nice. 

Martin clicks his tongue and continues for a while longer, fingers digging into Jon’s scalp over and over in a wonderful, rhythmic motion until Jon is practically boneless and falling asleep in the chair. He wonders if there’s a not-weird way to ask for this again outside of a hair cutting context. 

“So how short are we going here? You kind of have a bob right now,” Martin laughs. 

Jon hadn’t really thought about that. He just wanted it off, away, binned and out of his face. He shrugs. “I don’t know, short? Whatever you think will suit me.”

“Any hairstyle would suit you,” Martin points out, like it’s nothing. Jon smiles. “But I’ll do my best.” 

A few moments of Martin muttering to himself and circling around the chair is followed by the coolness of the dual blades against the curve of Jon’s ear, the shhk of them pressing together giving him goosebumps. He clearly has done this many times before, given the confident way he navigates the scissors. Jon certainly couldn’t have done this alone, at least not without making a fool out of himself. Martin brushes some hair away from the nape of his neck. His hands are very warm. 

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with short hair.”

Jon turns to him, puzzled. “Really?”

The thing with Jon is, when he cares about someone a lot, he tends to insert them in all of his memories, assuming that they’ve always been around (he also has the memory of a goldfish, but he’s sure that’s a whole other thing). Martin has become such an integral part of his life, standing neatly by his side like it’s nothing. Like he was meant to be there and always has. 

“It has been quite a few years now, I suppose. Last I remember it was this short I was still in research.” When he goes to touch his head again he notes that he can feel for his ears without having to move a mountain of hair aside.

“Better late than never, I guess! I’m gonna move to the front now.”

Martin has to position himself at an awkward angle to use the scissors properly, his back practically curved into a C shape. His gaze is focused and intense, his lower lip caught between his teeth. Hair falls on Jon’s face as he snips, making him wrinkle his nose and grimace.

“Sorry. You can wash it off soon.”

Jon nods minutely. Then he sneezes. Martin just smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners, then continues. 

He remembers why he rarely went to get a professional haircut now. That strange intimacy that comes with someone being so close to you - a stranger - it always disturbed him. The idle chatter that made him grit his teeth, how they’d act like they knew him. Then he didn’t have the time or energy to cut it himself after...everything. 

Now he’s looking at Martin, though. It’s odd, yes. Intimate? Definitely. He doesn’t know whether to close his eyes or keep them open. But he’s always found it very hard to turn his gaze away from Martin regardless.

His eyes are a lovely shade of deep blue, and he has far too many scars alongside the smattering of freckles on his face. He looks tired. Very much so. There’s crows feet at the corners of his eyes and lines on his forehead. He notes absently that he actually has a thick beard, too. Of course he noticed it beforehand - he’s felt it scratching the back of his neck when he wakes in the morning with Martin’s arms around him - but it’s worth pointing out. It makes him look much older, especially since the grey in it seems to be overtaking the red. 

Martin stands up straight and runs his hands through Jon’s hair a few times before standing back, head tilted to the side. 

“I think we’re done. It’s not amazing, but.”

Jon is already shrugging off the towel and heading to the bathroom mirror, feeling weirdly nervous. 

He certainly looks different. Unfortunately, though he searched high and low for them, Daisy doesn’t own any clippers. Martin did the best he could with what he had - he’s kept it a bit longer towards the front, some strands grazing his forehead, but the rest is cropped closely to his scalp. Jon tentatively touches it and leans forward. He tries to grasp a chunk of it, see if it’s long enough to pull. He fails. 

“It’s perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Jon says firmly. “It’s just what I needed.” He walks back over to Martin and wraps his arms around him instinctively, sighing with contentment when he responds in kind. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles into Martin’s t-shirt. 

“Of course.” Martin is stroking the back of his neck gently. “You look very handsome.”

Jon’s face burns at the compliment, and he chooses to hide it further rather than reply. They stand there for a while, hair scattered around the floor like autumn leaves, and it feels like a new beginning. 

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Just a Thought Away | Owen Patrick Joyner

Request:  Could you do a soulmate au with Charlie or Owen, whichever you're more comfortable with, where they can hear each other's thoughts or the music they listen to?

A/N: Made it an Owen one shot since I don’t have many requests for Owen! Hope this is what you expected and you like it! :) 

Pairing: Owen Joyner x Fem!reader

Warnings: Very minor swearing 

Words: 4,175

Another note: Anything in bold and italics is a thought! 

Songs used: Pump It - Black Eyed Peas

Growing up, Y/N’s mother told her these stories about soulmates and how every person on this earth would be assigned a soulmate by their guardian angel at 16. People would be able to hear their thoughts and the songs they were listening to or singing would be playing in their head as though it was just stuck in their head.  Of course, as a child, Y/N used to believe her every word and would be clinging to those words. She’d fantasize about her soulmate and where she’d meet them or what music they’d be into. She’d keep her eyes on every person in Middle School and even High School, trying to see if she could just find them. Not like there would be any physical notabilities, but she liked fantasizing about it.  By the time Y/N turned 16, she had almost forgotten about the whole soulmate thing. Her birthday was months ago and nothing ever happened. She never heard a song play in her head she didn’t know or hadn’t had any thoughts that didn’t belong to her. She was pretty certain all of those soulmate stories her mother told her were fake.  Until July 19th 2016. That’s when she first starts noticing some things. To start off the day, the song ‘Happy Birthday’ is stuck in her mind and it’s not even her birthday or anyone else’s in the family or friend group that could’ve provided that song in her head.  During the afternoon of that day, Y/N suddenly hears a humming in her mind that quickly changes into a full-on made-up song that no one close to her would ever sing.  “Mmh, Cake, cake, I like cake Cake, cake, I like cake.” She can’t help but laugh, though. She’d been studying for many hours without taking a break, it’s starting to mess with her brain a little. Y/N’s teachers have been giving so much work lately, she’s nearly drowning in it and it’s far from done. Sophomore year is possibly one of the hardest, in her opinion, and having the need to maintain a social life really doesn’t help with that. She hasn’t been to a party for weeks. She’s starting to crave human contact and dancing and having fun with friends and not sleeping until the sun rises.  Though that last part sounds very appealing when you’re at a party, it doesn’t when you’re in bed and trying to sleep. She’s woken up by loud music thumping in her ears. It sounds almost as though the neighbors are having a party next door, but when she gets up and walks outside the house, she realizes the house next door is completely dark. There’s no movement whatsoever. She must’ve hallucinated, but then why is she still hearing this loud music?  That’s when it dawned on her that the soulmate stories her mother used to tell are real. As a matter of fact, the songs she’d been hearing all day long were the songs her soulmate was listening to or singing. It must’ve been their 16th birthday, which they are now celebrating at a party. She always thought it’d be more fun and romantic to have a soulmate and hear them sing and think, but it’s actually pretty annoying. And it’s only the first day. This is going to be fun. 

“Morning, sweetie,” Y/N’s mother greets when she stumbles into the kitchen the next morning. She hasn’t slept one bit. Her soulmate has been partying all night and only got home by 6am, which was two hours ago. “Oh, you look rough! Are you feeling okay?” “I haven’t slept all night because my stupid soulmate was out partying all night.” Her eyes widen at this, as does her smile. “They turned 16 yesterday, so I guess that’s why I never heard anything yet on my birthday.” “Oh, yeah! You both need to be 16 before the whole soulmate-thing starts to work,” she informs her daughter and hands a cup of fresh, steaming-hot coffee. “Do you know anything about them yet?” She shakes her head before taking a careful sip from the goddess liquid --as she and her siblings call it. “No, I kinda thought it was my brain hallucinating from studying so much, so I couldn’t really think of a way to converse with them.” Her head snaps up as an idea crosses her mind. “How do you converse with your soulmate, mom?” She shoots her a tender, relieved smile, happy she can finally properly inform Y/N about it instead of those folklore stories. “You just think what you wanna ask them and they hear it,” she replies. “So, if I let my inside voice just yell ‘shut up!’, they’ll hear too?” Her mother chuckles, nodding her head in response. “Good! I ought to try that whenever they’re singing about their cake again.” Her mother laughs at that before leaving her in the kitchen, so she can get ready for work. Her soulmate is seemingly still asleep, which she would’ve been too if it wasn’t for work. Y/N works at a coffee shop on the weekends, just to get some experience and earn a little bit of money for her shopping addiction. Maybe right now would be a perfect moment to avenge her soulmate for keeping her up all night last night. So, while getting ready, she puts on some music on her laptop. With the volume on maximum, she starts belting the One Direction song along at the top of her lungs. “You and me got a whole lotta history!” It takes a while before a loud ‘SHUT UP!’ echoes through her mind. A teasing smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she stops singing. “That’s what you get for keeping me up all night, sweetie” she thinks, hoping it’ll come through. For a moment, she thinks it might not work like that until a boy’s voice floats through her brain. “Who’s this?” She chuckles, pausing the music and taking a seat at her desk. “Y/N Y/L/N. Ever heard of those soulmate folklore stories?” She starts doing her make-up whilst waiting for his response. “Yea, my father used to tell me those. I thought they were fairy tales?” “So did I. Turns out they’re real!” This feels so weird. “You just turned 16, right?” “Yeah, yesterday! How’d you know?!” he asks, and it makes her realize he might not be the brightest tool in the shed. “Because I turned 16 in January and I didn’t hear anything until yesterday…” A silence falls over the conversation. Either it’s not working anymore or he’s digesting all this information. “You heard me singing to my cake, didn’t you?” he finally asks instead, and Y/N can even hear him chuckle. “Yep! I thought I was hallucinating because I was studying so hard,” she lets out a chuckle too. “Happy belated birthday, by the way.” “Oh, thanks! I’m Owen, by the way. Owen Joyner.” She has heard that name before, but she’s got no clue where, though. Making a mental note to Google it later, she grabs the mascara and adds the finishing touches to her makeup. “Nice to meet you, Owen. I gotta get going though. Have to be at work in about…” She glances at the clock on her wall, her eyes widening when she sees the time. “Five minutes. See ya! Or… Hear ya?!” She hears Owen chuckle in her mind. “Yeah, I’ll hear ya,” he says, then a yawn-like sound buzzes through her, giving her the urge to yawn too. “Sorry for waking you up,” she quickly adds before running out of the house. Her mind’s going over a million excuses as to why she would be late to work, but none of them sound quite plausible. Especially not the truth. “Go with ‘the neighbors had a party last night and I overslept’-excuse, Y/N,” she hears Owen’s voice again, “Now stop thinking, I wanna sleep!” She chuckles, shaking her head. “Thanks, Owen. And I wanna sleep too, but I can’t, now can I? Me awake means you awake. Deal with it.” She can even hear a disgruntled groan, meaning he’s probably getting up because her thoughts won’t stop running through his mind. That night, she figures out he's the Owen Joyner, aka Crispo Powers from “100 things to do before High School”, a TV-show she’d watched almost daily in the last two years. She asks him about that too, and he explains the whole auditioning and filming process and how much fun it was for a first acting gig. He asks about her life too, and the two of them bond over thoughts. This whole soulmate-thing is still very whack. But, to be completely honest, she kind of loves it. It’s like having an angel on your shoulder, telling you what the best option for your dilemma is. Though, most times, Owen is more likely the devil. Which is what Y/N needs most times. The most fun thing about this whole Soulmate-connection thing, have to be the dance parties the two of them hold at night, unless she has to get to work the following day and Owen won’t stop singing at the top of his lungs. One night, he was singing Pump It by the Black Eyed Piece at 3am. She’d groaned at first, hoping that’ll subtly tell him to shut up, but it didn’t work at all. He just kept rapping the verses, keeping Y/N awake and annoyed. “Come on, baby, do it” She decides to finally give in, knowing he’s not going to stop until she starts singing along. So, she sits up straight in her bed, and belts the lyrics at the very top of her lungs, not even caring about anyone in the house hearing. “La-da-di-dup-dup die dy On the stereo Let those speakers blow your mind” “Blow my mind, baby” She chuckles at his interruption. “To let it go, let it go Here we go La-da-di-dup-dup die dy” “C'mon, we're there” “On the radio The system is gonna feel so fine” He stops singing then and a silence falls over the both of them. Y/N can’t lie, in the past couple of years as she’d grown closer to him, spending every waking -- and sleeping -- moment together, she’d started developing some feelings for Owen Patrick Joyner too. It’s ridiculous because she’d never seen him in real life. She knows everything about him and she knows what he looks like, but she doesn’t know what his hugs feel like, or what his cologne smells like. “You’re a great singer, Y/N,” he finally breaks the silence, “I’m gonna let you sleep now, kay? Good night, baby girl.” Of all the pet names he’d given her so far, Baby Girl, Princess and Gorgeous were her favorites. All of them with a platonic tendency, though, much to her dismay. “Good night, O-bear,” she whispers back before tucking herself into bed again. Then finally, in 2019, Owen and a couple of people from the cast and crew of Julie and The Phantoms, his latest project Y/N was most excited about, decided to make a trip to New York City, her hometown. To say she’s excited would be the understatement of the year. She’d finally be able to hug him and talk to him properly and show him around her hometown and get to know the rest of the cast she’d heard so much about. But among the excitement also hides a little bit of nerves. After years of talking to him by just thinking, she’d finally see him in real life. What if things get awkward? What if it’s not what she expects? What if he’s only so beautiful in her mind? Y/N is walking around the coffee shop, wiping down tables and jumping up every time a new customer enters, thinking it’s Owen. He knows where she works on the weekends, and promised to find her there the minute he’d gotten settled in his hotelroom. “Ooh, pretty girl over there.” Her stomach churns as she hears his thoughts. He forgets about the whole soulmate-connection thing sometimes and just lets it out unfiltered. She knows he doesn’t like her the same way she likes him, and he’s allowed to look at other girls and think they’re pretty, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. “All around the world pretty girls,” he sings the famous Britney Song. “Mostly at coffee shops, yeah I’m talking about  you, pretty girl.”  A soft rap on the window next to Y/N makes her snap out of her focus on Owen’s voice. When she looks up, there’s a tall, blonde man waving at her through the glass with the biggest smile on his face. A flutter erupts in her stomach whilst her mouth involuntarily curls up into the widest smile she’d ever managed. She gestures at him to come in and hastily makes her way to the door herself. The second he walks inside, she launches herself into his arms. Wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, she holds him tight and inhales the smell of his cologne. He smells of the most divine combination of spearmint and musk. Just as she’d imagined him smelling like. “I can’t believe this,” she hears him think, which makes her chuckle. “You know you can actually talk to me right now, right?” she tells him, pulling away slightly so she can look at his face. There’s a slight stubble growing on his cheeks and chin, and his eyes look even prettier in real life than on a phone screen. “Right, yeah,” he chuckles, Y/N’s new favorite sound in the world. “Old habits die hard.” She smiles down at him whilst the two of them just stare at each other, basking in the fact they’re finally meeting. “She’s even prettier up close.” YN/ blushes at the compliment, and combes her fingers through his hair. “Oh, fuck, you heard that. Sorry!” “It’s cool. You’re pretty up close too.” This makes him chuckle. The whole thing is still bat-shit crazy. Both of them have gotten weird commentary whenever they told friends and family how they communicate with their soulmate. Most people just start texting and calling when they find their soulmate, but they didn’t. This whole new way of conversing was way too much fun, though a little annoying at times. And especially now that they’re in the same place together, it’s even more fun because no one else knows they’re talking to each other. A soft cough behind Owen causes Y/N to snap back into reality. Peeking behind the boy’s head, there are three other guys, staring at the scene with wide smiles playing at their lips. Two of them are about the same age as them, but the other one is older. Older but very, very famous. Y/N herself is a big fan of his work. The legend, Kenny Ortega himself. “You might wanna introduce me to your friends over there,” she tells her best friend. Owen takes a quick peek behind him, realizing he’d forgotten about his friends that had come along with him to meet the infamous Y/N. He puts the girl down on her feet again before turning to the three men. “Guys, this is Y/N Y/L/N. Gorgeous, these are Jeremy, Charlie, and Kenny.” He points to each of them when their respective names are called. Y/N offers them a wave and smile, not sure if she should go straight in for the hug like she’d done with Owen. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N,” says Kenny as he opens his arms and embraces the girl. Said girl is now completely starstruck in a way she’d never been before, and she’d met a few of her favorite actors or artists. None of them made her feel this way. “You too, Kenny,” she manages to bring out when they pull apart, “Big fan of your work!” All she’s hoping right now is that she doesn’t sound too creepy. “You’re all good, Princess. Breathe.” Owen’s voice calms her down just in time for Charlie to engulf her into a hug too, and then Jeremy does the same. “Why don’t you guys take a seat, and I’ll make you some coffee before I’m off for today?” she suggests, and after hums of assent, the girl takes their orders and gets back to work. “There you go,” she mumbles as she places the coffees on the table and then distributes them correctly before sliding into the booth next to Owen. “So, what are your plans for today?” she asks. “Just some touristy bits,” Charlie replies with a shrug, “Any recommendations for us?” Y/N thinks about it for a while, knowing Owen can hear her thoughts. “Why don’t you come along?” Owen’s voice echoes through your brain. “Why don’t I take you guys around to the best spots no tourist will ever find?” she suggests, earning a thankful smile from Owen. “I think I knew a few places I could take you to?” All three other men agree to your suggestion. So, after you all finish your coffees and you’ve given them your employer’s discount, the five of you leave the coffee shop and hit the streets of New York City. “This is where I proposed to Care!” Jeremy exclaims excitedly as you’re sharing a couple stories from your childhood in Central Park. The guys have told a little more about their own lives, too, so Y/N felt comfortable enough to talk so freely and unfiltered about her own childhood, not noticing the way Owen melts at how adorable she looks being so excited about her childhood memories. “Re-enact it, Jer!” Owen exclaims excitedly as he scurries away from Y/N’s side and jumps down the small flight of stairs in one swift hop. Jeremy follows his best buddy and kneels down in front of him as if really proposing. Y/N takes her phone out of her back pocket and snaps a picture of the beautiful scene, giggling as she does, along with Kenny and Charlie. “The cutest couple!” the girl compliments, jamming her phone back into her pocket. “When’s the wedding?” Kenny adds, his laugh thundering. Owen lets out an airy laugh while Jeremy gets up again, the two of them rejoining the rest of the group. Y/N just knows this day will forever be the best day of her life. She just knows it’s going to be her favorite day ever for so many reasons; the laughs, the jokes, the friendship that’s building between all five of you, but mostly Owen. That night, Y/N goes back to the hotel with them too as Owen had asked her to hang out a little while longer and watch some movies with him. He’d asked the others too, but they were ‘too tired’. That’s an excuse Y/N could see from a mile away. They just wanted to give the two of them some quality time, which she appreciated very much. “I had the best day,Bubba,” she mumbles as she snuggles closer to him. She has her head on his chest whilst his arm is draped around her shoulders. It almost feels as though they’ve been doing this for years. “Me too, Baby Girl. Thanks for showing us around.” He presses a kiss to her hair, inhaling the luscious scent of peach, and deciding that’s his new favorite scent from now on. “Sucks we’re leaving tomorrow night,” he mumbles sadly. “Yeah… I know…” The words come out of her mouth in a whisper. “Wonder when we’ll see each other again.” She’d forgotten for a split second about him being able to hear her thoughts until he answers the half-statement with another question. “Will you come visit Norman Oklahoma soon?” She looks up at him, her nose grazing his stubbled chin, causing him to look down. “I really don’t wanna go another three years without seeing you, Gorgeous. I don’t think I can handle that, especially now that I’ve learned you’re a great cuddler.” Y/N chuckles at that before resettling on his chest properly. “I think I can make something work next month?” She starts tracing the patterns of his shirt, sending shivers down Owen’s spine at the sheer touch of her delicate fingers. “I think I can miss a few classes.” The chuckle that escapes past his lips, makes his chest vibrate and zooms into her ears, making her mouth curl up. This is the best feeling in the world; cuddling up with Owen and hearing him laugh. It’s a feeling Y/N wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. She wishes she could just stay like this forever. Or at least until the next day. Y/N has classes to get to, but promises Owen to come and say goodbye to him and the others at JFK airport around 8pm that night. And she does, though dreading it entirely. “You made it,” Owen whispers when he sees her walk up to the group. “Of course, I couldn’t just let you go back to Van City without saying goodbye, could I?” A tender smile plays at his lips as he takes her into a tight hug. “Have a safe flight, yeah? And talk to me on the plane if you’re bored.” She tells him and then turns to the three other men she’d just met yesterday. “Take good care of him and each other,” she tells them before taking each into a hug. Owen then offers her a nervous smile when she makes it back to his side. “Hey, you okay?” she asks, grabbing his hand in hers. “No,” her eyebrows furrow at his unspoken confession. “Yes, I mean yes. I’m fine. I’m okay… I just--” he cuts himself off, not knowing what to tell the girl now. “I’m just gonna miss you, is all.” “Oh…” is all she brings out, wanting something else to come out of his mouth. “I’m gonna miss you too, Big O.” She playfully punches his shoulder, smiling up at him with that smile that’s only ever reserved for Owen. It’s a tender one where her eyes sparkle as much as her smile. Owen then grabs her other hand too, pulling her a little closer as though he wants to say something serious. Y/N isn’t used to a serious Owen. He’d always be the one to pull pranks or make stupid jokes that’d make her laugh until her belly ached. He stutters and stumbles over a couple of words, then sighs frustratedly as he can’t seem to find the right words to tell her what he’s feeling. He can’t even find the right words to think. “Just kiss her, you dork!” Charlie shouts from the sidelines. Y/N turns her head to look at the boy confusedly, but Owen’s hands quickly cup her face and brings her up to press his lips on hers. She’s a little startled at first, unsure about what’s happening. But then she melts into his lips and into him, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long!” his thought comes through in her mind, making her smile against his lips.   “Shut up, I’m kissing you.” He chuckles at her words, and pulls away but keeps his forehead pressed to hers. “I’ll see you in a month, Bubba,” Y/N whispers and pecks his lips once more. Though she hates to see him go, she has to let him leave. She has to let him get back to Vancouver and Oklahoma, and then she can see him again in about a month. It’s just how this must go. For now. “I’d rather stay, actually,” he tells her as he pulls away slowly. “Owen…” Y/N whispers, shaking her head, “Don’t make this harder than it already is. They need you in Vancouver…” she nods at Kenny and the guys. “I want you to stay, I do. But they need you.” A single tear rolls down her cheek. Owen reaches up and wipes it away as quickly as it came whilst shaking his head. “I’m gonna stay, Y/N. Just two more days.” He sounds too determined for her to convince him to go. “We don’t actually need him for two more days anyway, so he’s free to stay if he wants to,” Kenny chimes in. Y/N looks at the man talking, a surprised look on her face. The legend himself shoots her a smile. “Stay, Owen. Spend some more time together. You both need it.” “Thanks, Kenny,” Owen takes the guy in for a quick hug, and then turns to his buddies to give each of them one too. “I’ll see you in two days, then.” The couple watches as the three men walk away, their arms wrapped tightly around each other. “You really had to be dramatic, did you?” Y/N jokes once they’re out of earshot, which earns her an eye roll from Owen, though he can’t hide a smile either. “You know me, Baby Girl,” he winks before grabbing his bag. “Yes, I do,” she says, “And I’m glad I do.” “Me too, Gorgeous, me too.”

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Could i request 😘😳📺💌🌧 for lucifer and belphegor?

yesss thank youuu <3

belphie do be popular at this hour ig, i got 2 requests for him within a couple of minutes, usually it takes days-

emoji asks!

Lucifer:

😘 - Where does he like to be kissed?

This might sound like a vanilla a__ take but i don't think you can ever go wrong with kissing him on his lips. Be a little rough sometimes. Stay gentle. Do your thing. He won't complain.

If you want to be more spicy attack his inner tights instead <3 yes that is going to take some planning and waiting for the correct timing but if you want to catch him off guard there is no better way

😳 - Him realizing you have feelings for him

Ok out of all the characters in the game he is pretty much the first who can tell if you have something going on. (no that is called bending the truth actually. i think he just assumes after he notices like one or two signs even if he might be wrong.)

If he feels the same he just falls in love a bit more than he already did. Blushing a little when you are on his mind. He has to make sure to spoil you just a little bit. Definitely teases you about it though! Which might make you feel like he doesn't reciprocate your feelings but don't let that fool you- That's just him being him

In case he doesn't feel the same though... I think his ego likes the feeling of it & because of that he isn't turning you down on the spot but I feel like he wouldn't lead you on. So he doesn't have the talk with you right away but what's late doesn't mean it'll never happen.

📺 - Movie night with him

Oh that is a rare treat. Unfortunately with him this can't be made a weekly thing, but once a month it can happen probably.

I feel like he'd want to watch old goodies like Seven Samurai.

He does not like silly popular ones of this age though. Like if it's romantic then it's a strong maybe?

Can't watch Bad Movies with him because he'll snap within the first half hour. Or just opt to make out with you instead as tonight's movie is a waste of time and money. Might as well do something better.

He stays quiet most of the time so you can pay attention to the movie though, so if you are into that he is the ideal movie night buddy

💌 - Making the first move! Is it him or you?

Listen you might think he'd make the first move but if we are being real, you taking the lead goes a long way. So if you are 100% sure he is into you pls just shoot your shot. go for it. catch him off guard. be the first. trust me!!

on that note if you want to make the first move pls make it as romantic as you can. don't have to be over the top but don't be too casual.

🌧️ - Getting caught in the rain with you

Hm it's unlikely that he forgets to check the weather so if this happens you can assume it was intentional

The only reason he is not annoyed is because you are there with him

Definitely time for the cliche making out in the rain scene & he is living for it. Secretly wanted to do this with you for such a long time but timing was never right.

Makes sure to warm you up properly once you get home! all the acts of service you can think of if you let him. But pls do the same for him :(

Belphegor:

😘 - Where does he like to be kissed?

here!

😳 - Him realizing you have feelings for him

He has assumptions but he is going to act oblivious for a long time so that's something you have to deal with

If he isn't into you that much though he'd be blunt about it. Maybe a bit too blunt. No hard feelings though

If he likes you back he's just sitting there. smiling to himself. Beel catches up on this instantly but nobody else could tell what is going on. Suddenly starts thinking about his life choices, leading up to this moment. I mean you and him have quite the history, if you know what I mean- He is just so glad you could work it out though & he never would've expected it to turn out like this. Might think it's a bit too much & he isn't so ready but don't worry leave that talk up to Beel

📺 - Movie night with him

Okay unlike with Lucifer, you can have a regular movie night with good old Belphie.

He is very much into horror though so if that's not your cup of tea idk how to balance this out-

With him you can watch the Bad Movies and actually have fun picking on it so that is something to keep in mind.

I feel like he would fall asleep during romantic movies.... or long movies in general... no way he has seen the Titanic in one sitting

In general he doesn't talk a lot; if you are watching a horror movie he might scare you on purpose though :(

💌 - Making the first move! Is it him or you?

Oh in this case it's almost definitely you. Unless you act very oblivious thus tease him into it, he wouldn't make the first move. Ever.

🌧️ - Getting caught in the rain with you

Well someone doesn't find this romantic all that much- but now that it has happened he might as well make the most out of it?

I mean the getting wet part he hates but the after part at home? hehe

Definitely loves to take a shower with you once you finally get home then cuddle in the clean sheets of your warm bed. this is life.

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Bnha boys reacting to their s/o wanting to be held!

💖~Characters: Deku, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Kaminari, & Sero

💖~Warnings: Cursing, Fluff

💖~SFW & Gender Neutral!Reader

💖~Happy reading!!

Izuku Midoriya🥦

🥦~ Mmmmmmsoft babie

🥦~ When you ask him he nearly cries ON SIGHT-

🥦~ He thinks you’re so adorable and if it’ll make you happy then he’ll do it anywhere anytime! 🥺

🥦~ “Of course I will s/o!”

🥦~ You just curl up into his hold and bury your head in his chest and he SHEDS TEARS-

🥦~ Strong and scarred arms wrap around your lower back and shoulders and you just feel so comfy and s a f e-

🥦~ He’ll even carry you around if you want him too, he will literally do ANYTHING you ask of him!🥺

🥦~ He likes it when you sit on his lap or lay in between his legs. DOUBLE likes it whenever you wrap your legs around his waist and he can walk around with you clinging to him! He’s a stronk boi so it boosts his confidence-

🥦~ If you ever tell him how safe and comfortable he makes you feel whenever he holds you...please just dig his grave, he’s dead on sight-

🥦~ He’s so jacked but so...soft at the same time? Also surprisingly warm? It’s kind of a mystery tbh...

🥦~ Whenever he can hold you he relishes in the familiar comforting feeling you give him, he’ll nuzzle his head in your neck and gush about how much he loves you. ❤️

Katsuki Bakugou💥

💥~ Tbh he’s kinda baffled at first...

💥~ Like it fr takes him a second to process what you want him to do hA-

💥~ “The hell? What do you mean you want me to hold you?” He’s SUCH a tsundere-

💥~ Blows you off at first, but then later regrets his decision and either randomly pulls you into his hold or just says something along the lines of “C’mere” or if you’re in private “Let me hold you dumbass”

💥~ It’s honestly adorable watching him begrudgingly do what you ask him because you know he secretly loves having you in his arms SQUEEE-

💥~ At first its kinda weird because he doesn’t know how to cuddle properly and his arms are so s t i f f-

💥~ After a while though it gets better and you and him both long for each other’s embrace. He’s naturally really warm though so unless you’re okay with sweating your ASS off I’d suggest you put at least a little space between the two of you-

💥~ He’ll NEVER admit it but having you with him makes him feel so calm and relieved and just knowing you’re safe and comfy with him is h e a v e n-

💥~ Now whenever you ask him he just kinda smirks at you and then either hugs you or walks to somewhere private and expects you to follow him. he’s kinda bad at communicating okay let him be-

💥~ Side note: Mans has BEEFY ASS ARMS so you already know he’s gonna smother you in MUSCLE! 🥰

Eijirou Kirishima🥊

🥊~ He’s honestly really excited when you ask him!! MmmmmBABY-

🥊~ “Really? Let’s do it then babe!”

🥊~ Cuddles? Got it. Naps? Sure. You wanna lay in his lap? Of course the fuck you can. You want him to just carry you around? He can do that too. This man will do whatever you want him to.

🥊~ He really likes it when you lay on top of his chest though, either that or when you two are sitting or laying down and you’re resting between his legs. He’s such a baby he’s so excited whenever he can do this with you-

🥊~ I’m not joking he will literally drop whatever he’s doing to hold or cuddle you. Just being in your embrace makes him feel so loved and safe.

🥊~ He kisses your forehead all the time and plays with your hands or fingers, also nuzzles your nose from time to time.

🥊~ There is no possible way for you to get rid of the smile on his face. Kiri will smile the entire time you two are together he can’t help it you make him sooo happy! 🥺❤️

🥊~ Play with his hair play with his hair play with his hair play with his hair- PLEASE play with his hair kssjahssnwwhsb he’ll DIE-

🥊~ Mans also has beefy arms, like have you SEEN HIS ARMS SHEESH HE COULD CRUSH YOU IF HE WANTED TO-

🥊~ Obviously he won’t but he’s still really buff so just IMAGINE being held between them!! It’d be soooo safe and comfy omg-

🥊~ If you ever tell him how comfortable he makes you feel when he holds you he’ll probably cry-

🥊~ MANLY TEARS THOUGH 😌🤚, we only cry MANLY tears in this household-

Shouto Todoroki❄️🔥

❄️~ PDA? Who’s she? Never heard of hER hUh? He’s kind of a noob he’s never really experienced love before so please help him out. 🥺

🔥~ He tries his best okay? He’s trying-

❄️~ “Can you hold me Sho?”

🔥~ “What? What do you mean?”

❄️~ He’s such an oblivious baby you’ll have to walk him through what you want him to do-

🔥~ Soon enough he somewhat catches on, he awkwardly wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you to him.

❄️~ It’s a little uncomfortable but listen he’s trYING give him a break- 😭

🔥~ After the first few times he gets a hang of it and it becomes second nature whenever you want him to hold you. He either pulls you into a really soft and warm hug or he wants you to lay next to him/on his chest.

❄️~ Eventually he’ll start asking YOU to hold HIM- oh how the tables have turned- please hold him he’s baby-

🔥~ He thinks it’s really cute if you ever switch sides to feel either warmer or cooler. 🥺

❄️~ He tells you how safe you make him feel and he really hopes he’s doing a good job at making you feel the same way.

🔥~ He smiles almost the whole time GOD HIS SMILE-

❄️~ Unintentionally falls asleep the first few times...🥺

Denki Kaminari⚡️

⚡️~ He gets really playful and honestly kinda smug- 😭

⚡️~ “oH you want me to hold you huh? What are you a baby?“

⚡️~ Teases you a lot nO not nasty get that outta here- but yes he will most definitely do it!

⚡️~ “Pff- okay I’m sorry of course I’ll hold you come here-“

⚡️~ He gets pretty nervous the first couple times, he just wants to make sure you’re comfortable and that he’s doing a decent job.

⚡️~ I think he’d be the type to have you in his lap or hugging his chest or his waist. He lives for whenever he can make you feel safe so he’s pretty much good with whatever you want him to do.

⚡️~ He surprisingly stays with you for however long you need or want him to! You make him feel so relaxed and soft and he loves it. Any time he can spend this kind of time with you he instantly takes it!

⚡️~ He likes feeling like he can protect you! It boosts his confidence and it reassures him that you’re safe!

⚡️~ He thinks you’re SUPER cute whenever you’re all cuddly and soft with him. His heart is practically racing the entire time!

⚡️~ If you’ll let him he’ll play with your hair or nuzzle your nose!

⚡️~ He also falls asleep the first couple of times and he’s honestly really cute sleeping! I mean he’s cute all the time but ya know-

Hanta Sero🧃

🧃~ This one will hold you anytime anywhere-

🧃~ He’s all for whatever you wanna do, you want him to cuddle? Yep. Hugs? On it. He’s such a chill and laid back person he’ll literally do ANYTHING-

🧃~ He loves being in your company so when you ask him to hold you he immediately pulls you to his chest!! 🥺

🧃~ “Yeah sure s/o! Wanna watch a movie too? I can get some snacks really quick if you want.”

🧃~ MMMMMMMBABIE-

🧃~ Also the type to drop whatever he’s doing to hold you too! And he’ll even carry you around for fun!

🧃~ He holds you either next to him or on top of him. He likes to feel your breathing and match his to it, it helps him relax and makes him feel calm!!

🧃~ He’ll just smile and play with your fingers while pressing kisses to your forehead!

🧃~ He thinks you’re sooo adorable whenever he’s holding or cuddling you and he definitely lets you know it!!

🧃~ Some way some how the two of you always end up either taking a nap or just sleeping through the night. Whoops-

[d0llpie]

could we suggest a scenario instead of a # from the prompt list? if we can could you write hcs (or whatever format you prefer haha) of fake dating for sakusa? like maybe you’re going home from college and ur parents are expecting you to bring home a boyfriend.

ofc if this isn’t what you normally do i understand !!

Fake Dating Sakusa

sakusa x reader

a/n: Hii yes this is perfectly fine, thank you for the request love <33 Also i don’t usually incorporate ‘germaphobe’ sakusa into my works, i still make reference to his social anxiety and cleanliness but i keep it low key if that makes sense? Hope you enjoy regardless <3

wc: 2k

- You were friends with Komori during middle school since he lived near you

- As you grew closer you started attending his volleyball practices and he introduced you to Sakusa

- You were bright and bubbly and spoke to him every game and practice, commending him on his skills. It was rare to get a reply but you still tried nonetheless

- Once Komori had asked you to become the manager, the three of you started hanging out more often, leading to you being one of the few people Sakusa wasn’t uncomfortable around

- Once you entered high school together the boy’s volleyball team was already amazing, Sakusa became the ace while you were focused on your studies and own extra curriculars

- When Sakusa asked you to manage his team he didn’t think you would decline, as petty as it was he started ignoring you

- Komori was annoyed at his behaviour and you just tried to get under his skin to annoy him. Slipping notes into his locker and notebooks, even flinging your mask at him across the classroom but he didn’t blink.

- Your mum asked why she hadn’t seen Kiyoomi around lately and you decided to tell her everything, including how much you missed him.

- She offered to call his mum but you quickly shut her down, instead making Komori talk some sense into him.

- The next day he showed up at your door, with brows furrowed, although you could only see half his face you could tell he had a guilty expression

- “Soo, you come crawling back to me just like always” you sighed dramatically before entering your house, rolling his eyes

- “I’m sorry for expecting so much from you, i know you aren’t interested in volleyball and just support me but i enjoy your support.” you were taken back by his blunt apology and nodded, about to speak when you were interrupted

- “Sakusa! Come in come in, i haven’t seen you in while how is volleyball!” you mum ushered him into the kitchen, starting the kettle to make some tea

- “Hi mrs l/n, it’s been good, we’re improving and nationals is approaching” he removed his mask and sat at the bench, looking over at you expectantly

- You smiled before sitting next him, “Well thats great! I’m sure your mum is proud, i need to catch up with her soon” you watched fondly as they interacted, remembering how your mum seemed to be on his side more when you explained his absence

- “I have to leave soon, i’ll be back in a few hours, Kiyoomi would you like to stay for dinner dear?” he nodded curtly “if that’s okay with you” she smiled before turning to you

- “y/n, about the trip next week, your cousin is bringing her boyfriend so you can bring Sakusa, if you’re free of course” you became embarrassed quickly, understanding that your mum had mistaken Kiyoomi for your boyfriend when you spoke to her

- “mum wait-“ “okay i really need to go now, we can talk about this later, bye guys” she rushed out the door and you sighed, slowly turning to see Sakusa’s unreadable expression

- “Is your mother under the impression that we’re dating...?” you wanted to crawl under the floorboards and melt into the earth “um, i think so? i didn’t tell her that i think she got confused when i explained why you were ignoring me..” he nodded understandingly

- “I am free” you quirked your brow “Omi you don’t have to come i can explain everything to her..”

- “i guess, that’s a bit of a hassle though don’t you think? And besides, your family likes me more than you.” you lightly hit his shoulder before standing up to bring the tea into the lounge room, Sakusa following behind you

- “I guess, but, you’d have to pretend to be my boyfriend in front of everyone and my cousin will ask a lot of question, do you think you’d be okay?” his eyes softened at your concern before he answered

- “I don’t mind, it won’t be difficult, plus we can always just stay in the hotel room and say we’re on a date or something if it gets too much” he shrugged “wow Omi, i didn’t know you could think this much so fast” he glared at you and you laughed

- “Alright then babe, i’ll tell mum when she gets back” you laughed again, focusing on your cup of tea, missing the way the tips of his ears burned red

~

Next week came all too fast, you and Sakusa had managed to slip back into the way your friendship was beforehand, comfortable.

Sakusa was sitting on the edge of your bed, watching you pack up the last of your things into the suitcase. You knew it might be a bit much for him to be in a car with your family for hours so you were going to take his car. It would give you both time to sort out your story and prepare for the week ahead. You hopped into the passenger seat and started playing your playlist.

“Okay so, mum won’t ask many questions, she loves you anyway, however, my cousin will ask about first dates and will want to know e v e r y t h i n g” you turned to face him when his arm reached behind the head of your chair, he looked back to reverse and you stared blankly at his side profile, seeing his arms flex. You cleared your throat and turned back in front of you to continue. “We need a story”, as he pulled out of your street and began driving he spoke “I mean we can tell the truth about how we met, say you confessed after a volleyball match where i won and our first date was a picnic, we’ve been together for a few months and your mum found out recently” you stared at him shocked “i thought i would be having to prepare you but okay” you playfully rolled your eyes and smiled “What about acting like a couple?” “well your mum already assumed and i’m comfortable with you so it’s not like people don’t already think we act like one, anything off limits?” you hummed “jeez what do you have in mind” you teased and he scoffed “I mean the obvious hand holding and hugs will have to probably happen but anything else you do or don’t want?” yes. You shook the thought away “That should be fine, what about you?” “that’s fine, you can take a nap if you’re tired, it’ll be a few hours” you nodded before settling into your seat comfortably, quickly falling asleep.

Sakusa looked over at you and noticed the goosebumps on your skin, he reaching onto the backseat floor and placed a jacket over you the best he could. He glanced to you at the side fairly often, watching you peacefully sleep under his jacket. He smiled to himself while continuing to drive.

You woke up as soon as the car stopped, looking around confused, feeling an unfamiliar weight and material draped over you. You looked down and recognised Sakusas jacket, remembering you fell asleep in the car. You looked over to see Sakusa looking down at you “sleep well?” “mhm” you sat up properly and took a few minutes to adjust to being awake. “Alright well, your family is here, you ready to act babe?” he threw the nickname back at you and your eyes widened before you put on a casual smile, realising you needed to get used to acting like you were in a relationship with your friend.

“Y/n, Sakusa! How was the drive? We’re all gonna put our bags away and get settled in before dinner, make sure you both get ready!” your parents greeted you both “It was nice, we’ll settle in now, thank you” your mother handed Sakusa one of the room keys. You went to grab your bags but Sakusa beat you to it, taking both of your bags and leading you to the room.

When you entered you made a mental note to annoy your mother, there was only one bed. “Kiyoomi i’m sorry, I didn’t know she would book it like this, actually i’m not surprised...” he nodded understandingly, putting both your bags on the bed. “I’ll sleep on the chair or the floor it’ll be fine, c’mon let’s get ready” you wanted to argue against him doing that, but hummed and began to get ready.

Once you finished getting dressed, you left the bathroom and met Sakusa by the door “You look good, ready?” you nodded, smiling brightly at him. He slipped an arm around your waist and you tensed up before relaxing into his hold

Dinner went smoothly for the most part, you let Kiyoomi do most of the talking since he answered all the questions relating to your relationship with ease, even including stories from middle school and weaving them into the lies about your dating life. “So, when did you realise you liked each other?” your cousin eyed you curiously and you looked over to Sakusa. “I’ve always known, she’s always made me feel safe enough to be myself, respecting me while still annoying the crap out of me. I knew on her first day as our manager in middle school, during a break she handed everyone water bottles but she went to my bag to bring me my own water bottle instead” you were staring at him in awe, millions of thoughts running through your mind. Was he serious? He couldn’t be..but wow that was detailed and he seemed, genuine? He looked over to see you staring at him, starstruck expression on your face, similar to when he looks over to you in the stands after landing a spike. Your cousin let out a few ‘awws’ holding her boyfriends hand before turning to you again. “Oh, um, I knew when he came and picked me up at the mall, i had had a horrible day, everything was going wrong and i just wanted to get out of there but i was so stressed and despite the crowded place he still came anyway.” your heart was racing, you were sure you looked completely flustered, fiddling with your hands under the table. Sakusa noticed your nervous state and gripped your hand in his own, squeezing to calm you while keeping his attention on the rest of the table. You smiled, squeezing back softly.

After dinner you flopped onto the bed, exhausted and trying to calm down. You let Kiyoomi shower first, hopping in after him, letting the hot water soak into your muscles and relax you. After you got ready for bed you came out of the bathroom to see Kiyoomi setting blankets on the floor “Just get on the bed Sakusa” you laughed and slid under the covers, lying as far on edge as possible to avoid making him uncomfortable. “I wasn’t lying.” he was lying on his back, staring up at the roof, you turned to face him, your heart rate picking up again. “Me neither...” he turned his head to look at you, moving onto his side, your faces mere inches apart. “I agreed to this because i like you y/n..” you could feel his breath fan across your face and you smiled “I wanted you to come, i like you too” you whispered the last part as you closed the distance between you both, kissing him on the cheek softly. A small blush spread across his cheeks and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest “I’m glad we aren’t faking anymore” you whispered into his chest “i never was, goodnight y/n” you snuggled further into his hold “goodnight omi”

[internalsealpanic]

Dancing In and Above the Starlight

summary:  There is nothing to do but dance the night away.

a/n: Since I am depresso expresso today here is some fluff! 

warnings: Depression, heights, suicidal ideation

You curl your body into the sheets, limbs escaping the gnawing cold. Your eyes are wide open.  You watch as glittering snow falls away. There’s a press of static in your mind. Maybe your brain is finally short-circuiting. You really should have been asleep an hour or two or five ago. Even if you check the clock now, it won’t make any sense. On some level, you are lucid. You recognize the characters on your taped together alarm clock. The red characters on its screen… you recognize them as numbers and letters. Your head feels like it’s full of cotton. 

You shift again. You hit replay on the voice mail. 

Kon’s voice comes over the speaker, a light warm sound cutting through the viscous atmosphere of the apartment. “Hey, babe! Could you grab like 20 cheeseburgers on your way home? It’s- Uuuuuuh… It’s for science. Yeah, totally-”

You replay it again. 

“Hey, babe!”

And again. 

“Hey, babe!”

And again. 

Kon’s voice always managed to soothe you, smoothing out your fraying nerves even on the bad days.  But today was one of the bad days you never tell him about. The kind that kept your limbs locked together. 

You really should just call Kon at this point. 

You don’t. 

You don’t want him to see you like this. You don’t want to talk to him about these bad days. The days when you have to shuck off the quick wit and unbridled confidence. You don’t want to tell him about how you want to open your chest, peel it back bone by bone until the thing rolling and shifting in your chest escapes. You can’t bear to tell him about how on these days red is your favorite color or how good it would be to step out of your skin. You will never tell him about your feverish need to feel the wind as you fall from a great height. 

Waking up like this feels like waking up in a coffin with your hands bound. There is a shriek caught in your throat between your lungs and throat. It sits there sharp and unreachable. You feel so small. 

You shift, looking into the soft glow of your screen. You type Kon’s number.  It’s easy. You don’t think too much about it. At least not until the dial tone. 

You sniffle brushing away the tears as if he could see. 

The dial tone keeps ringing. 

He hates you. 

You massage your throat. You test out your voice. It comes out a mockery of itself.  It’s scraggly and unpleasant. 

The dial tone keeps ringing. 

He hates you. 

You brush away the tears again. They won’t stop. They streak down like fat rivulets of syrup down your face. 

The dial tone keeps ringing. 

He hates you. 

You hang up. You’re shaking and sniffling and you can’t stop crying.  Your body is caught between existing and not. There isn’t enough of your mind there for you to feel substantial. 

Once your nerves settle and your body reforms into something tangible, you pull on a sweater. Your feet touch the floor.  It’s cold like you expect but the solidness of the feeling makes you jump back. You look at the clock. It still makes no sense.  

You slink out to the balcony. You wrap your arms around yourself, phone burning in your pocket. 

You lean you over the railing, head in your arms, eyes fluttering closed as you drink up the scenery.  You can hear the honking of car horns and the flutter of wings. The city below you was alive. A living creature with flowing blood and a beating heart. 

Living was what happened to other people. For you, there was no room for it. Not when you are filled with everything else. It was just a skill you never quite got a hold of. You think this as the wind whistles past your face.

You open your eyes a fraction then shut them again mimicking the shuttering of a camera. Behind your eyelids, you can see the glittering lights of the city. 

Your phone rings. You flinch. Maybe it’s your boss. Or a coworker. Or…

You fish it out of your pajama pants. You debate on whether to answer it or just let the phone fall. 

From this height, your phone would be obliterated. Completely. You balance it carefully between your fingers. If it falls, you’ll have an excuse to ignore your boss. But you’ll have to pay for a new one and more importantly, you won’t be able to listen to Kon’s voice mails. You make an exasperated noise and decide to answer. 

“Hey sugar,” comes the smooth cream of Kon’s voice. It kind of reminds you of freshly made custard. You smother the catch of your breath by pressing your mouth into your sleeve.  “Babe, you ok?”

Of course, he heard. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you breathe, voice sounding frighteningly robotic. 

“Liar.”

“Prove it.”

You can hear the playful hum in Kon’s voice. “I can make you sing all kinds of tunes, hun,” Kon teases. You can just picture him winking. “I’ll make you talk, doll.”

“Hilarious, Kent, ” You bite out, fighting down a blush. 

“Seriously, Sugar, what’s up?”

You hate the concern in his voice. No, no. You don’t. You love your boyfriend. You just- You just hate that you made him worry. “I- I’m just a bit down, Kon. I promise I’ll be better tomorrow.” You run your hand through your hair and you bury your face further into your arms. “I promise.”  

“Babe, tilt your face up.” You sigh, shaking your head but thankful for the change in subject. You tilt your head, keeping your eyes closed. “Kon, wha-” You feel the press of warm lips against yours. They’re chapped ever so slightly and you can smell the scent of leather and popcorn on the wind. Kon smiles against your lips, mischief tugging at his them. Slowly, you open your eyes and you’re greeted by the column of his throat. It takes the span of a few seconds to realize that Kon is hanging upside down, limbs angled like he’s Spiderman hanging from his we b. Your eyes widen in surprise and Kon laughs, realigning himself to face you properly. 

“Lemme guess, you guys watched the original Spiderman trilogy?”

“You know us so well.”

“I just know that there's only one of you that owns a  flat screen the size of my wall and that bastard is a nerd.”

“Don’t call Tim a nerd. That’s extremely rude.”

“He deserves all the rudeness I have to give after last week’s… what’s the word?”

“Fun?”

“Fun?” you snort. “If you find being thrown by a supervillain fun, then yeah.”

“I just call that kinky.”

“I’m going to hang up.”

Click.

Ring.

Click.

“YOU ACTUALLY HUNG UP.”

“I stick to my word.”

“Lil’ shit.”

“I’m your little shit.”

Kon kisses your nose. “Ain’t that the truth.”

“Did you need anything, Kon?” He hums floating away from you drawing out the silence. You are going to smack him. Probably not but you like to think you can stay mad at him long enough to follow through with the threat. 

“I want to show you something,” he says, extending a gloved hand towards you. “It’ll be good. Promise.”

You stand on the balcony railing, feet feather-light. You hold on, gripping the wall tightly. Your eyes do not wander down even as a rush of wind blows the hair out on your face. Your blood is thumping in your ears.

“Trust me?” The words  weigh too heavy sending you into a dizzying vertigo. He can’t ask that of you. He just can’t.  You almost slip. You don’t know whether you would fall forward or backward. You take a breath, long and deep. 

“Kon, do I seem like the kind of person who would just stand on a balcony railing just for anyone?”

“Dunno, babe, you’re quite the Romantic.”

You blow out a breath, shaking hands steadfast on the wall. The drop is dizzyingly long from this angle. The length of it feels mind-boggling and uncertain. 

“C’mon, gorgeous,” he coaxes, voice honeyed iced tea. The taste floods your mouth mixing with the bitter doubt clambering your throat.

He reaches his hand out, grey eyes alight with sincerity. You swallow even when your mouth is bone dry. You take his hand, feet peeling away from the metal as you let Kon’s powers take hold of you. Your skin tingles, gooseflesh prickling here and there. It tickles and it’s almost enough to distract you from the hundreds of feet of empty air beneath your feet. 

You’re light, insubstantial. Your breath ceases. Your body braces for gravity to take hold. Your eyes screw shut, lips brushing against Kon’s neck as you breathe in his familiar scent. A scream is burning in your throat until you feel Kon’s hands firmly on your waist, his chin resting on your hair. 

“Don’t let me fall,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. 

Kon gently cups your face. “Wouldn’t dream of it, gorgeous,”  he winks, “I have better ways to make you scream.”

You laugh, pressing your lips against his, your laughter passing as vibrations between your lips. 

“Are you gonna open your eyes yet, gorgeous?”

“Nope!”

“Not even for lil’ ole me?”

“Why would you pull that on me you manipulative shit?”

“Because I love you?”

“You are the definition of ‘you’re lucky you’re cute’ ”

“No, I think I’m lucky cus you’re cute.” You open your mouth to protest but the syllable die on your tongue. 

Above you is a tapestry of stars extending beyond eternity. Below your bare feet is a sea of lights, incandescent in its vividness. The wind in your chest rises. Wonder and awe and miracles swimming in your veins as you go through vertigo for the second time that day. It was like the first time you saw the racing roll of a jet. A marvel. Pure wonder plucked from the abstract and made solid.

Your breath catches as you take everything in. The world is so wonderful. Your grip on Kon loosens as you maneuver your body so you could see it all. Your mouth whispers something that is lost in the wind. 

“What do you think, sugar?”  Kon asks, grip on you firm. He won’t let you fall. You are slack jawed and speechless. Eyes wide as you stare back into his, all the lights above and below you making his glitter in a barrage of colors. He pulls you close, one arm wrapped around.  A gloved hand brushes a tear away from your face. He kisses your forehead, all softness and warmth. He doesn’t beg you to stop crying or tell you that it’s all going to be ok. He just lets you be. Your head bows, forehead pressed against his shirt. You let the tears fall towards the bustling city. 

Kon rests his chin on your head and you feel the rumble in his chest before you even hear the tune. “Fly me to the moon~” he sings into your hair as he holds you close, his hands sliding to your waist,“let me play among the stars~” You sniffle, resting your head on his. You smile against his shoulder. You feel a giggle tugging on your lips as you two sway in rhythm with his singing. 

“”Let me see what spring is like on, A-Jupiter and Mars~” 

“You are so fucking cheesy,” you laugh, sore and bright and genuine. 

"Still your favorite cheese ball though," he chuckles. You do not argue. You simply press a kiss to his jaw and watch the twinkling lights around you.

"Fly me to the me to the moooon~" This time you sing along, careful not to step on Kon's toes. He presses his forehead against yours as you both sing off key and sway haphazardly in the wind. 

You sing and dance in and above the starlight. 

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Thanks fir reading!!! Happy New Years. I will edit more later.

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