#like “whatever I'll just put my hand on his nose it always calms him down”

[keydekyie]

"Well now that's just uncalled for."

[whitefeathers]

perv!butcher who gets handsy with you but of course he can, hes the leader!

mdni. DARK CONTENT WARNING, READ MY PINNED POST BEFORE CONTINUING. cw: manipulation, dubiously consensual/non con touching but reader is into it, abuse of power. Choking, somnophilia. Daddy kink. Massive daddy issues and butcher is a father figure to u in this, heavy on the taboo and age diff. <3 im down to make a part 2 to this if ppl are interested too ! w/c: 1.2k

Butcher isn't a nice man. He's ruthless, does what he wants, whenever he wants - he's definitely got some sort of conscience in there, but it's drowned out by the primary emotion that drives him. Lust. It's usually for blood, but this time, it's for you.

A pretty young thing, definitely not dumb but definitely inexperienced. Sometimes you don't know when to shut your mouth, too excitable and bubbly, too full of energy. You mean well, you do. But when Butcher already has a headache, your begging to take temp V is driving him mad.

"I'll be okay, it won't hurt me, I could just have cool powers like you, and it'll be all over the next day! It could really help, we don't know what I'd be able to do and it could be something helpful!"

You're sat next to Butcher on the deflated couch in the pawn shop basement, only the pair of you there. You're sat with your legs crossed facing him, gesturing with your words, while Butcher is sat with his legs spread wide, pinching the bridge of his nose, facing directly ahead at the TV. He sighs, turning his head to look at you.

"Fucccck no. You ain't havin' any, end of story. Give 'ers a bit of peace and quiet, will ya? Me 'ead is banging, yer yapping isn't helping."

"I'm not yapping, I'm trying to help..." You murmur, dejected. You turn to face away from Butcher, frustrated and feeling like he doesn't trust you. He watches as the dull light from the TV illuminates your face, trying so hard to look calm and collected. Butcher sees right through you. He knows you need his approval like air.

Butcher sighs again. He's a horrible, fucked up man. He's about thirty years your senior. Fuck it, he'll blame the V for how he's acting if anyone pulls him up on it. If anyone dares. He's the leader, he can do what he likes.

"Look, c'mere. Ya wanna help? Sit,"

"Sit...?" You meet his eyes, eyebrows furrowed. Butcher is unwavering, and he looks scary. His eye contact is intense, and you choose to look down at his chain and his sweater instead.

"Yeah. Sit. Didn't stutter, did I? C'mere," your gaze follows his hand (so large that it's practically a paw) as he pats his strong upper thigh. Your head and your heart race, and you stay still.

"Isn't that... um... inappropriate?" You've always seen him as a mentor, a leader, a father figure. Of course you've had some thoughts, but you've shoved them down deep enough to silence them. He's practically your dad - and old enough to be, too. This is wrong.

Like a dam breaking, all those thoughts suddenly surface. Flickers of Butcher's strong, veiny hands, his rough lips, his even rougher voice calling you a good girl. Fuck, this is bad.

"Surely is. Stop ya whinin' though and give me what I want, yeah?"

You shakily stand up, nodding. You always want to make him proud, and deep down you know you want this - whatever this is. It could be anything from a cuddle to a punch in the gut. Butcher is a live wire.

You settle yourself in his lap, hovering by putting most of your weight on your white-socked feet still planted on the ground. Up this close, Butcher is all you can smell. Heady, masculine, intense. Like testosterone, sweat, and leather. You know it should gross you out but it doesn't.

Butcher's large arm manhandling you so your back is to his chest makes you gasp. He's overpowering and rough, too strong for his own good, too arrogant and self-serving. His hand wraps around to suddenly grip your throat, feeling your pulse but not choking you. Just holding. Your heart jumps into your throat. He might actually just kill you right here.

"You're nervous. Scared I'm gonna hurt ya, sweetheart? Scared I'm gonna make ya cry?" Your eyes flutter closed, and you nod, terrified. He's whispering into your ear, a dark growl. You can feel his warm breath against your neck, smelling like cigarette smoke and mint. His other arm is around your waist, keeping you close to him. Making it so you can't get away.

"Not gonna hurt ya. You want this too," Butcher takes a deep inhale, nostils flaring and eyes fluttering shut. The V has given him an increased sense of smell, and with your legs slightly spread, he can smell exactly what you've been desperate to hide.

"Yeah, you want this too. Can smell ya dripping. This little cunt want daddy, yeah?" Butcher laughs cruelly when his words make your breath stutter and a new gush of wetness to soak your panties, intensifying the smell of pussy that is driving him mad. He takes another deep inhale, and you try to shut your legs, only for Butcher to force them back open with a heavy palm, slapping the soft jiggle of your thigh through your cargos. Mean.

"No, no. No, no, baby, nuh uh. Nope. Don't fuck me about. You're on my team, and you're mine. You want a daddy? I'll be your daddy," you shake your head no, and Butcher coos.

"No? Don't want a daddy?"

"Don' want any daddy, want you," you whisper. "'S always been you."

He groans and adjusts you in his lap so you're even closer to him, and his lips are on your neck by his fingers, just resting. You can feel him now, hard against your ass. Fuck, either he's carrying a gun in his pants, or he's huge.

"Thaaat's right. Always been me. Picked ya up off the street, ya own dad ain't know how to treat ya. I do though. Know what brats like you need," his hand on your throat tightens, cutting off the circulation to your head and making you go dizzy. His lips move up, his tongue softly licking that spot where your neck meets your jaw.

"Need an older man to look after you. Need a good stuffin' to stop you gettin' all gobby. You've been giving me such a headache, princess. Gonna fuck that mouth outta ya. Just gotta have you passed out for it, yeah?"

You struggle to breathe, panicking. Passed out? Why? Your eyes start to flutter closed and Butcher's voice starts to echo in your head, feeling both a million miles away and right inside the pulse of your clit at the same time.

"Stupid lil cunt for daddy. Ya won't be able to take me when you're awake, so I just gotta force it while you're out... sleep now, sweetheart. Shhh." he coos as your vision goes spotty, and you go limp in his lap. Once he's sure you're out cold, he lays you down on the couch, and gets to work using you just how he's always wanted.

He's a deeply fucked up man, but it's not his fault you make such a perfect daddy's girl.

[sexilene]

can i please request reader going off to collage and not wanting to go and leave rafe, and then he convinces her that its okay not to go and stay with him? if it's a little confusion im sorry!

ive got ya!! xoxo!!! (sorry about any spelling mistakes, im like so beyond sleepy rn idk whyyy!!!!)

"hey baby? where are the suitcases, packed already?” your boyfriend shouts from the hall, wondering where all your stuff that was once out ready to get packed, is gone from where he last saw it.

“uh- almost,” you call back, watching him walk into your room carefully trying not to spill your sleepy time tea in his hand, staring down at the cup until he places it on your nightstand. "did you put em away?-" he begins, before you cut him off,

“ray?”

“yeah?”

“i need to talk to you about something…it’s nothing bad i promise…” your eyes wide and full of an emotion he can't quite place. he stares down at you sitting on the bed, crossing his arms waiting to hear what you've got to say. “okay, what’s up?”

“weeeell, i'm really proud of myself about getting in but i’m still a little nervous about going away…leaving you…” you ramble, avoiding eye contact with rafe. “got separation anxiety?” he laughs, bending down to be at eye level with you.

“don’t joke right now rafe, m’serious!” you whine, going to hide your face in your hands when rafe grabs your wrists ever so gently to direct your attention back on him. “sorry, sorry baby…continue." your boyfriend whispers, softly rubbing the skin on your wrist back and forth with his thumb.

you take a deep breath to keep the tears at bay “i’ve just been thinking about it a lot and i don’t wanna be half away across the country! and of course i know how important college is-”

rafe interrupts you by shrugging and muttering out an “eh,” as if to dismiss the importance of college,

“but…”

“but what, baby?” his eyes innocently looking up at you,

“what if i didn’t go? like i want to, but i don’t and it's all so stressful and i feel like i’m gonna disappoint everyone if i don’t go…” a tear then streaming down your face faster than you can wipe it away to keep him from seeing you cry over this.

your sweet boyfriend's heart twists with every tear that follows, he lets go of your wrists to hold your hands in his much bigger, warmer ones and shushes your fears, “hey- hey okay…just relax a minute kid, if you don’t want to you don’t have to. i say it all the time, can’t fucking wait to put a big ass diamond on this finger. and you won’t gotta worry about anything, cause i promise i’ll take care of you.” he tells you, a smirk on his face, trying his best to reassure you.

“i know but i don’t want to look stupid by being the girl who got into an amazing school but then chose to marry her first boyfriend and stay here!” you realize it's not the nicest thing to say out loud but it is- or would be the truth.

“what’s stupid bout being my little housewife?” rafe furrows his eyebrows, bringing his lips down to kiss every single one of your fingers. “aight listen, i’m so proud of you for getting in and doing the preparation for it but if you feel like your mind has changed that's not a bad thing. im fuckin’ relieved you wanna stay, and if you wanna still go to school there’s always UNC… you’d be closer.” your boyfriend was always very good at reasoning, especially with you. he could calm you in any situation with a couple of wise words and kisses.

“yeah…” you sigh, and wipe your nose with the back of your hand, letting go of his. and sure it's relieving to know that you could always choose to make that decision later, yet the thought in the back of your mind still present, telling you not to end up as another figure eight stepford wife.

and as quickly as the thought crept back into your mind, rafe was able to make it disappear “look, i love you babydoll and im gonna support you as you support me yeah? whatever you want, i'll get it for you you know that... you belong here, with me.” he stands back up again, hands reaching down to wipe the remaining tear droplets on your cheeks gently, to show you he cares ever so much about you and how much he wants to be soft with you- as if you could break like a china doll. “kay, so no tears. did your makeup so pretty today baby...”

your wet lashes sticking together, doe eyes staring up at him with love and admiration. “you’re my best friend ray. i love you, so much my heart hurts.”

“and you're mine, and i love you more than anything ever- and you can sleep on it you know? don't have to make up your mind right here." he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

ᥫ᭡.

[luuknowsbetter]

Daylight. bucky barnes x reader

Plot: You had a bad day, and you come home sad and Bucky comforts you.

trope: Bucky barnes x F!reader

warnings; mentions of panic/anxiety attacks, low self-esteem and very fluff,with a bit of angst

I enter to the apartment, tired, sad and having a panic attack. Maybe this is not as i expected, no, today definitely did not go as planned. So i cross the door and Bucky appears from the kitchen,appearing with a smile when he hears that you are finally home, but it automatically fades when he sees you with a red face, a red nose and tears in your eyes. He quickly leaves everything on the kitchen counter to run up to me, and holds my face in his big hands while he looks at me worried, looking for any physical injury.

"What´s wrong doll..?"

he asks while he examines my face carefully, his icy blue eyes look at you with worry, one of his hands moves to the back of your neck and brings me closer to his chest, while his other hand is resting on my hip, making sure you are fine

"It happens that…I'm not enough anymore" I explain while crying trying to wipe away the tears with my hand

Bucky's grip around you becomes tighter at your words, he really can't believe that you are saying this

"What makes you say that sweetheart, you are more than enough. You are so..so so much more than enough, I don't want to hear you say that crap again, you are more than enough, you can do everything you put your mind to, doll, you ..are enough. And you deserve everything in the world"

"No, but…" I sob again, as i try to stop myself from crying "I'm not…good enough at what I loved to do before…I'm not pretty enough, nor smart enough, nor thin enough…"

He frowns at my words, grabbing my face firmly but being gentle at the same time, forcing me to look into his eyes

"Don't you dare say things like that. Don't say you're not good enough. You are good enough. You are a goddamn intelligent genius, you are so smart, you are the prettiest woman I have ever seen, and your body is...God..." He looks at my body from top to bottom, with a loving and somewhat lustful look, while he bites his lip and speaks again. "You have no idea what it makes me want to do with you everytime I see you, doll…"

I sigh, letting out a sob, while the tears continue to come out uncontrollably

"Why do I have the need to be perfect all the damn time? It's like�� like there's a voice in my head that demands that I always be better now." I think I'm a mess and he keeps repeating my mistakes over and over again…" I let out a sob as my voice breaks, and Bucky strokes my back gently, trying to calm me down "And I can't even try to stop that voice and believe me I'd like to, believe me. But I can't…I feel…helpless"

Bucky just listens to you speak. Every word breaks his heart further. He can't understand why you believe those things. He holds you close to him again, one hand on the back of your head while the other strokes my back, his hand moving up and down, in a comforting, protective manner

"Darling..listen to me..you are not helpless, and you're not a mess, and you don't have to be perfect all the time. Don't listen to whatever that voice is telling you, darling, it´s not true, okay? you´re the most beautiful, talented, intelligent and capable woman I have ever met. and I love you, doll, I mean it. You are the best thing I have ever had, without you…without you I would not have been able to get up after everything that happened to me, you were with me and you helped me and supported me even in my worst moments, so, doll, I I'll help now…" Bucky says calmly, but you can tell he's serious, he gives your hand a light squeeze and smiles lovingly at you as he looks into your eyes.

"So darling, why don't we go take a relaxing bath while I prepare dinner and watch your favorite movies snuggled up on the couch?" He asks as he helps you up from the floor, and you walk towards the stairs to get to the bathroom. You smile at him, completely in love with him.

A couple of minutes later, you leave the bathroom, now calmer and wearing comfortable clothes, you head towards the living room silently, and there he is, juggling a couple of snacks, the TV control, tea and a couple of blankets to You, you realize how much trouble they took to arrange everything in the most beautiful way possible, the small table in front of the sofa has the pizza already cut in the middle, a couple of thin glasses with some wine already poured, and obviously, Alpine asleep on the couch. You smile and walk over to him to help him with the things.

"Hey" the soldier says with a small smile, once he sees you enter, you grab a couple of things and help him get everything perfect for movie night. And once everything is ready, he smiles at you again and leaves a small kiss on your temple, you both snuggle up on the couch and start eating and drinking while watching a Scary movie marathon.

An hour later, you had finished eating and were curled up on the couch with Alpine next to you. "How do you feel, doll?" your boyfriend asks softly, as he tilts his head a little to look at you and realize that you had fallen asleep in his arms, he smiles unconsciously like a teenager in love, and decides to take you to bed in his arms, after all, you were very tired after such a tiring day. Once in the room, Bucky changes his clothes and lies down behind you, snuggling up next to you again.

"Today was terrible, but you made this a beautiful moment, thank you for that my love, I love you" You murmur, still somewhat asleep. Bucky smiles and leaves a light kiss on your cheek, but not before whispering a small "You're the best, doll. I love you too" and with that, you both fall fast asleep.

HELLOOOOOOOOO

im bacckkkk. but no smut for today, today wass fluff 🤌🤌

i hope you guys liked itt and sorry if this was a bit different but I had something personal today, which made my mental health and self-esteem do this 📉📉 so i wrote this

[manikas-whims]

how Rafayel from Love and Deepspace will react when he finds out you're on your period..

You walked past the gallery at the Mo Art Studio and headed towards the second floor where this famous artist of your era, Rafayel resided.

He greeted you in his usual cheerful tone and proceeded to dish out the entire plan for your day out with him.

You would've focused a little. Even made sure to cross check the places he mentioned for any signs of recent Wanderer activity as you are supposed to guard him after all.

But your mind was slightly preoccupied by the shallow numbness and weariness you felt in your limbs. And if the wetness you felt between your legs was an indication of what you suspected it to be, then that would be truly mortifying.

Not simply because you hadn't brought any emergency supplies but also because of the company you were in. You couldn't even begin to imagine Rafayel’s mocking reaction. Or the words he'd say if—

The snap of a finger right before your eyes drew you out from your train of thoughts, and you looked up to find the very topic of your concern, better known as Rafayel. He was staring at you, brows narrowed in confusion.

“You okay, Miss Bodyguard?”

“Can I use your bathroom?” You blurted out.

His eyes narrowed even more but then he simply shrugged his shoulders, and gave you the directions.

[moments later]

You returned to the living room with the grim realization that sure enough, your period had arrived. Two days earlier at that!

“Uh...Rafayel, do you..happen to know any general stores nearby?”

He blinked. “What are you up to?”

“None of your business.”

“Wow. Rude much.���

You felt the numbness in your belly slowly turning into a full on cramp. You did not have the strength to bicker with him right now.

“Ugh! Just tell me where it is!”

“Not until you tell me why.” And he went on and on, babbling about how you were the one wasting both of their time by dragging this conversation for so long.

You clenched your fists, bit your bottom lip and inhaled deeply. Oh to hell with decency. To hell with embarassment. To hell with whatever else they said about keeping personal matters to oneself. To hell with it all!

“Because I'm on my fucking period and need some napkins!”

There! You did it, anger momentarily helping you forget about the ache in your limbs.

He asked and as such, now he was informed. Only his reaction was nothing like you had expected.

There were no hints of teasing. Not even a sign of mirth dancing in his pretty eyes.

If anything, his ears were now burning bright red. And so were his cheeks and well..his entire face.

Rafayel put a hand to his mouth to cover up the blush coating his face but it was already too late for that.

He took a moment to compose himself. Then spoke. “Why didn't you tell me yesterday?”

“Because, as I said earlier, it's none of your business!” You yelled. “And I didn't have periods until I arrived here!”

“Okay okay calm down.” He waved a palm wildly in front of you which irritated you further, coaxing you into slapping his hand away.

But before you could do so, he pointed towards the array of furniture lying in his living room. “Go take a seat.”

You rolled your eyes. “And stain your fancy couch? No thank you.”

“Ouch! Did someone ever tell you that you become meaner when you're on your—”

“I’m not mean! You just rile me up!”

“Right okay.” He patted your back and guided you to the couch. “I don't care about the stains. Just sit.”

You stared at him even as you followed his request and sat down.

“What?” He asked.

You scrunched your nose and narrowed your eyes in suspicion. “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?”

His eye twitched upon hearing that. “Nonsense. I'm always nice.”

“No you aren't.”

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Right. Well, I've texted Thomas. He'll be here with your napkins and other necessities in no time.”

You frowned. “But there's no need. I can just go home if—”

“Nuh uh uh.” He wagged a finger in negation and shook his head. “You rest here for a while. Then I'll drop you off.”

He left before you could utter a word in protest.

And when he returned, he had a pair of clothes in his hands. Dark sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt.

“These should feel more comfortable. Go change.”

You wanted to protest but the dark pants did seem a far better option than the pink skirt you currently wore. Besides, if the skirt got a stain, it'll be hard to get rid-off, and might even ruin the fabric.

Huffing, you took the clothes– his clothes now that you realized– and went back to the bathroom.

Upon your return, you found him seated on the floor mat by the couch, peeling fruits and arranging them in a plate.

“Here.” He poked an apple with a fork and beckoned you to him.

You blinked. “Seriously who are you? And what did you do to the real Rafayel?”

He rolled his eyes. “Haha, very funny. Now come here and eat.”

You were still suspicious but sat down on the couch.

You tried taking the fork from his hand but he refused. “No. Open your mouth.”

You shook your head but decided to comply for once instead of bickering.

“See? That wasn't so hard.”

You chuckled. This reminded you of that one time he got admitted at a hospital, and you were the one who had to feed him.

You smiled as he fed you another apple.

“This is so unlike you.”

He pouted this time and looked directly into your eyes, frustration evident in his gaze. “Miss Bodyguard, you're always taking care of me. Entertaining all my whims. So just..for this once..let me return the favor.”

The earnest tone and his sparkling eyes made your cheeks slightly warmer. For a moment you stammered with your words. Then responded. “Alright then. I'm in your care.”

“Yeah yeah.” His demeanor changed immediately, and he was back to his usual teasing self as he winked you. “Just don't get used to it.”

Here's Rafayel’s version. HOPE YOU LIKED IT.

I'm not entirely confident about my portrayal of Raf but I hope it was alright and not too ooc.

Please let me know what you think. And if you'd like more such headcanons of Love and Deepspace boys.

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[ddejavvu]

mei!! congrats on 20k!! 'i just don't want anyone to know i've fallen for you.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :) bradley bradshaw being so starstruck of his newborn caroline :)) him always staring at the baby being all :]] and every time she cries he stops whatever he drops and stops whatever he's doing immediately and be all D: and him being such a good house husband taking care of his wife after giving birth

join my 20K celebration!

'i just don't want anyone to know i've fallen for you.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

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Bradley isn't easily broken away from Guys' Night. This week it's online, over headsets while he stations himself in front of the television with a controller in his hand. He's not the biggest fan of video games, but Hangman's challenged him, so he has to be the best.

You're happy to let him have time to himself, because it isn't easy to get that with a newborn baby. Bradley's gone above and beyond what you'd ever expected of him, volunteering for every feeding and scooping little Caroline up each time she cries. He'll always hand her over to you if you ask, but he's stuck to her like a magnet, so you're happy that he's getting a break to do something a little more fun than washing dirty onesies.

You're putting her in a fresh one now, the soiled one in the laundry pile. She doesn't like that she's not being coddled, already spoiled by her dad's insistence on holding her, and she starts to fuss while you're picking out her new outfit.

"Honey, it's okay," You croon, your wrist bent at an awkward angle as you rifle through a drawer of her onesies. You're looking for a specific print, but if she doesn't calm, you might have to go with the first one you can grab.

"It's alright," You promise her, watching her little face screw up, "No, honey, no tears, c'mon. You're okay, Mommy's here, you're-"

"Honey?" Bradley makes a rather unexpected appearance, headset still over his ears and mic angled downwards as he surveys the situation. Apparently he's heard her cries, and come running like a puppy on a leash.

"She's okay, Brad." You promise, finally finding the soft texture of the onesie you're searching for and dragging it out of the drawer, "Just fussy. You can go back to your game, sorry she scared you."

"S'okay," He shakes his head, taking the headset off and discarding it haphazardly on the dresser as he crosses the room to pick her up, "Daddy missed you, y'know? Holding a video game controller is so much worse than holding a baby. 'Specially when she's so cute," He gushes, leaning down to rub his nose to hers, which soothes her cries in an instant, "Huh, angel? Cutest baby in the world."

"That makes sense, though," Bradley hums, cradling her to his chest and angling his body towards you so that she looks the same way, "'Cause your mama's so beautiful, doesn't surprise me you are, too. Yeah," He sends you a dopey grin, turning back to Caroline to kiss her forehead, unphased as she drags a fistful of his shirt into her mouth. You hear a faint slew of sounds coming from Bradley's headset, and you reach for it, tentatively holding one of the pads to your ear. You're worried about what you might hear, considering all you've heard about video game talk among men, but all that greets you is whiny grown men.

"-fair! Rooster just gets to dip whenever he's dying, and go hold a baby?"

"I'd ditch this round, too, if I were him," Hangman drawls, "He knew he couldn't catch up with me."

"I dunno, Hangman. I'd rather go see my gorgeous wife and kid than beat your score," Payback quips, and you let out a fond chuckle for the man.

"Thanks, Reuben," You hum into the mic, and Bradley shares an amused grin with you over their antics.

"Hey, there she is! How's the baby?" Fanboy pipes up, and you wish you could show him her sleepy little face as she curls into Bradley's embrace.

"She's good! She's tired," You laugh, "Bradley might be occupied for a little while longer."

"All good," Javy promises, and you can hear the adoring grin in his voice, "And how's the mama?"

"I'm tired, too," You laugh, "Maybe I'll leave Caroline with Bradley and go take a nap myself."

"Go ahead, baby," Bradley nods, speaking at a low enough level that it doesn't bother Caroline where she's beginning to doze off on his chest, "I'll put the port-a-crib in the living room, 'n watch over her while I play. I'm sure she'll nap for a bit, she's probably tired since she missed her 10 o'clock nap."

"You sure?" You raise a concerned brow, "I was just teasing, Brad, I can take her."

"I'm sure," He waves off your worry, "Go nap, honey, you deserve it. I can handle her, I promise."

"I know you can," You smile at his insistence, "I just don't want to mess up Guys' Night."

"No, she could never mess it up," Bradley kisses Caroline's smooth forehead, "She'll just make it better, baby. I'll teach her to play."

"She'll eat your controller," You giggle, passing Bradley's headset back over to him and kissing your sleepy baby's chubby cheek, "Be good for Dada, okay? And go easy on Hangman, jellybean, I don't think he can handle being beaten by a baby."

[littleplantfreak]

For good luck

Two leaders leave their partners to go to battle - not without a token of their love though

or to put it less dramatically, you give Choji and Ume something for good luck before a fight (separately)

SFW anddddd no other warnings ig

Characters: Umemiya Hajime, Choji Tomiyama

Tomiyama Choji

You're holding two cards left in this UNO match and one happens to be a draw 4. Just as you're about to put in down on the pile, Togame walks into the room carrying Choji's jacket.

"Sorry to interrupt, but it's about time for that fight, Choji." He looks to you apologetically and your boyfriend looks at the clock on the wall.

"Uno," you place your second to last card down and he looks back to the pile.

"Again?" Choji whines drawing four into his now ten card pile. It isn't the first time this round you had him drawing stacks of cards. You think he might just be incredibly bad at the game given how often you win.

"When you get back, the color's green," you say faking grumpiness at the fact that he's leaving right before you secure victory.

"If I win can it be red?" he pouts and furrows his brow. It's his equivalent of puppy dog eyes that he pulls out at least once a day, so although he looks adorable, nose all scrunched in upset, you're used to this ploy. There is no mercy in UNO and he knows that.

"You know you're going to win, and no, it's green." His cheeks are puffed out like a hamster as he puts his jacket on, but his mood switches up and suddenly he's the trusted leader of Shishitoren, ready to lead his guys into their next brawl. He still silly and excited, your little lionheart, as he gets pumped up to fight, but he's a little more serious too. "Choji." Never one to want to interrupt when he's about to go all out, but knowing it wouldn't feel right to let him leave like this, you're standing, waiting for him to remember the small tradition you two began in the beginning of your relationship.

The first time you ever sent him off to a fight, you were so nervous even Choji could tell. He'd said you were really lucky, so if you squeezed him as hard as you could the luck would rub off on him like a charm. You weren't really lucky, but you knew he was practically unbeatable if what Togame told you was to be believed. It did also calm your nerves, so you elected to always send him off this way just in case.

"I almost forgot my hug!" He spins and runs into you, grabbing you in an embrace.

"Big squeeze!"

"Even bigger squeeeeze!" Stretching your words to prolong the hug, you both release the insanely tight holds you had on each other. He's out of the door before you can say anything else, Togame close behind.

Leaving the cards on the stage of the Ori you were playing on earlier, you decide to make a quick trip to the store for snacks. Surely they were gonna be hungry when they got back, right?

Umemiya Hajime

"I'll hold down the fort while you guys are gone," you say, not looking up from the song book. Your boyfriend is the last to leave after hearing there's a fight outside the Karaoke Bar on Keisei Street. Nakamura and his gang were surely already there taking care of whatever troublemakers showed up, but your Furin boys couldn't hear the word fight without running towards it.

"Babe," his voice is strained as he's ready to head out. "can you...y'know?"

"Can I what, Hajime?" You put on an unaffected act, but it's not one you can hold for long. He taps his cheek as he bends towards you, a little bashful now that you're actually looking his way. "What do I get in return for giving you all my hard-earned luck hm?"

"My everlasting love and affection princess," he says bending his knee in front of you in an equally regal display. He places a small kiss on your hand and sees you crack a smile despite your initial play of indifference.

"How could anyone pass up an offer like that," you giggle, giving your prince a good luck kiss on the corner of his mouth as by accident. "You'll get a full one after you're back and in one piece," a hint of warning in your voice as you send him off. You hate when he comes back hurt, even if he says it's not that bad and that you really should see the other guy. A heavy sigh leaves you as you're left alone for whatever amount of time it takes for your boys to return from battle.

Once they're back, more people than had initially left showed up. It seems some of the Roppo-ichiza group heard there was karaoke and decided to tag along dragging some new faces into the room, not that you mind. Umemiya pops in while everyone is saying their hellos and takes his seat next to you again.

"You're back from war huh?"

"Yes ma'am! Can I collect my kisses now?" He's extra clingy, feeling bad that he left you alone for even a short while.  You can see no one is really hurt from the fight save for a few bloody knuckles and swollen cheeks. Ume himself only has a small bruise on his jaw and small cuts on his hands. "Gotta heal you first," you say putting your lips to his knuckles, your intention to kiss every injury being made clearer the farther along you progress. What he doesn't know as you're distracting him is that you've queue'd up 'baby shark' on the karaoke tablet about 20 times as payback for leaving you by yourself.

[musamora]

— 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 .ᐟ · 𝔬𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔲 𝔡𝔞𝔷𝔞𝔦 ༉‧₊˚

𝖘𝖚𝖇𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 ⇢ "I have an idea maybe a old bookstore date with Dazai would be so cool :D"

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙. f!reader. tooth-rotting fluff. established relationships. forehead kisses, teasing, quiant bookstores cuddling, romance. dazai is a menace to society, but secretly soft. not proofread. 1.4k+ words.

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. this was the request i accidentally misread in this post. so sorry! it's been months since this was placed in my inbox, but i haven't been able to get around to requests in a while. thank you for patiently waiting, and i hope you enjoy! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و

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𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘. an earthy aroma permeated through the air, a collection of different smells gathered from every page and cover as the warmth of the room clashed with a battering from a faltering AC unit that kicked on and off.

OR you drag your boyfriend into a bookstore, and shenanigans ensue.

The devilish brunette dared to chuckle under his breath, head held high as he paraded you down the street, hand-in-hand. For someone who had been the brunt of a heavy lecture by the agency's resident stickler, he was in a delightful mood. Not that Kunikida's scolding had ever been able to properly put Dazai in his place.

You had entered the office after an extended morning mission, only to be dragged out again; the only clue to your sudden kidnapping was the twitch of Kunikida's brow as you were flung out the door, clueless to the occurrences that had occurred moments prior. When questioning Dazai about it, he simply met your inquiries with a cat-like grin.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

You deadpanned at his obvious avoidance of the question, though quickly relented to his schemes. If there was one thing anyone knew about Osamu Dazai, it was that he always got his way, one way or another. And it was rare to have any time off, so you decided not to think about whatever strings he pulled and enjoy your time together.

You scrolled through the map on your phone, lips pursed. "Has anything new opened recently?"

"You know, we could just—"

"And no," you cut him off, striking him with your eyes. "We are not jumping off another bridge. You remember what happened the last time you decided to test gravity?"

He pouted, bottom lip jutting out. "It's not my fault. The bridge was higher than it looked."

You rolled your eyes. Dazai was such a man-child sometimes.

He perked up, his eyes sparkling. "What about that ramen shop down the road?"

"No," you grimaced, nose shriveling. "They have flies."

"The bar on the corner?"

You shook your head. "Too many rowdy guys."

He whined, flailing his arms into the air. "I give up! Just tell me—"

Only to realize that you were no longer walking beside him. He paused, staring at the empty space before his eyes dotted back. You had stopped before a window, eyes wandering across the inside of what he had surmised to be an old bookstore. He froze as you glanced up at him—he knew that look.

"No, no, no!"

RING!

He cried out for anyone to help as he was dragged inside, acting more like a toddler than a loving boyfriend as he clawed at the doorframe, only to be pulled in inevitably. The older woman at the register stared incredulously at your odd behavior, though you had long become accustomed to the stares you received in public with Dazai.

"I don't wanna go!"

"Calm down!" You pushed him into a chair in the corner with every ounce of strength. "Stay right here. I'll only be a minute."

He groaned, flopping back into the chair with a brilliance only someone in theater could muster, legs swinging over the arms of the chair as he continued to gripe to himself. You hid your laughter behind your palm, lest you incur his infantile wrath, walking into the next aisle.

He didn't want to admit that this store was quite lovely. An earthy aroma permeated through the air, a collection of different smells gathered from every page and cover as the warmth of the room clashed with a battering from a faltering AC unit that kicked on and off. And it was tranquil, not eerily so, but a stark contrast from the loud traffic outside, especially since no one else was around. It was a quaint little store that was an obvious magnet for little bookworms like yourself.

As the seconds flew by, Dazai tapped his foot to the beat of an ancient cuckoo clock that stared at him from the wall. Minutes passed, his head lolling back against the head of the chair, breath pacing to a slow point.

CUCKOO!

He had no time to brace himself, startling as he tumbled out of the chair with a thud. His groans were the accompanying chorus to the clock, which he stared at in scorn. Damn. It had already been forty minutes. What were you doing? Even through the tinted windows of the store, it was clear that the sun had begun its descent in between surrounding buildings.

He pulled himself from the uncomfortable floor and started his search, but it didn't take any time at all to find you.

"There she is."

He was about to call out, but his complaint became lodged in his throat. Instead, he hid in the next aisle, peeking between the cracks of another bookshelf. It seemed that you hadn't noticed time had passed at all, eyes glued onto the page of the book cradled in your hands. In fact, several other books were stacked next to you on the floor, awaiting your watchful eyes. Your expression could only be described as a kiss upon a cloud, fingers nestling the pages of the book with such care, eyes scanning every word as you intended to soak the story in.

A part of him felt jealous. How could an inanimate object take up so much of your time? Time that was supposed to be focused on him! But there was another part of him; he couldn't quite place it.

You finally spotted him as he rounded the corner, sparing a glance at one of the clocks as the realization struck you, turning back with a crooked smile.

"Sorry. I lost track of time."

"Here." His fingers braced against your shoulders, carefully prying your aching back from the unforgiving bookshelves as he settled in behind you, much to your surprise. "That's better."

"D-Dazai, what're you—?"

"So, what's this one about?" His arms slung around your waist, practically a second nature for him as he enfolded you in a koala-like embrace, your back snug against his chest.

You only blinked, and a knowing smirk grew on his lips. "Use your words, love."

You sputtered, slapping his arm with the book before managing to settle yourself, stifling the heat that threatened to take over your whole body.

"It's a romance novel."

He raised a brow. "Romance?" He chuckled, and you did not want to address the way the low timber of his voice made your limbs turn to mush. "While I am an expert in the field, I would love to hear what seems to strike your particular fancy."

But you met him with hesitation. "Are you sure?"

"What?" he cooed, his nose nuzzling into your neck, the warmth of his breath prickling your skin as he laid down a path of kisses along your throat. "Is it so hard to believe I want to hear your beautiful voice?"

You resisted the urge to squirm away but sighed, looking down at the page. It would be nice to read to someone, would it be?

He barely paid attention to your narration of the book itself, occupying his thoughts as he toyed with strands of your baby hairs between his fingers, his ears picking up the shift of your tone, mellifluous in nature. He hadn't processed precisely what you were saying, but he couldn't help but be enraptured in the rise and fall of your voice, filled with emotion as the story rose to a peak. Neither of you had paid attention to the kisses that he littered across the crown of your head, the motion only settling the butterflies in your stomach to sleep.

As the clock ticked forward, your words began to haze, slurring together as you crawled toward the final page.

CUCKOO!

This time, no one was startled by the intrusive sound. The sun had set into the horizon, leaving you within the glow of faded lamps and flickering lights; the book slumped over in your lap as your breath drew deeper, eyes fluttering closed. Dazai smiled, no mockery or tease, careful not to wake you as he lifted you bridal-style. He was surprised you didn't stir, not once, even while he half-hazardly managed to pay for the book with his spare cash. The woman at the counter was even nice enough to take a few dollars off, too distracted with cooing at your sleeping form.

His little charmer, even while asleep. Awfully cute.

RING!

"Osamu," you mumbled, voice lethargic as the bell and brisk air stirred you from your slumber. The incessant tease shushed you, kissing your forehead with a smile.

"Shh. Rest, love."

And he walked on into the night. Another satisfying date under your belt, if slightly unconventional. But he wouldn't have spent his day any other way. It was worth the lecture.

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[huckleberrykai]

hueningkai ~ can't keep my hands to myself

pairing: kai x fem!reader summary: your first time with your sweet boyfriend who can't help but think about your pretty hands genre: soft smut + fluff ! warnings: 18+ only!!, fem-bodied reader, pet names (lots of princess i'm sorry i'm weak), lowkey perv kai, cumming in his pants lol, body worship kinda, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected (don't do this lol !), creampie, lots of boob lovin' notes: this is my first attempt at writing smut i still dk if im gonna post it but if ur seeing this heyyyy i did it, i got a bit carried away but damn i want him so bad (update: i'm posting it it's been sat here for like a month lolz) word count: 2.6k (oops) click here for my masterlist!

dating kai was just about the best experience you'd ever had.

sure you were still in the early stages of your relationship - the honeymoon phase as some would put it - but the two of you just clicked so well. he was funny, sweet, tall, and absolutely the most gorgeous man you could have fallen for.

he thought the same about you too. he couldn't believe he found someone so close to perfect as you. he knew nobody was truly perfect, and you had to have flaws, but it was three months down the line and he still couldn't pick out anything that truly bothered him.

your voice soothed him, your words calmed him, your smile made his heart light up like you were his personal sunshine, and your hands... well he had a lot of thoughts about your hands.

it's no secret kai is a touchy person. even before you started dating he'd always be holding your hands or asking you to massage him or run your pretty fingers through his hair. you'd always be happy to oblige, touching him made you just as happy as it did him ~ but over time kai's thoughts began to wander.

he wondered what your hands would look like caressing your beautiful body, or how your nose would scrunch up as your fingers wandered down to play with yourself in the dead hours of the night. he wondered what marks your perfect manicure would make on his back after a night of ravaging you until your legs didn't work. his favourite thought was what you'd look like on your knees in front of him, pretty little hands pumping his thick cock until he'd cum on your tongue ~ all needy for him and his load <3

the amount of time he spent jerking off to the thought of you was far more than he'd like to admit. sometimes he'd even scroll down your instagram to find his favourite pictures to look at while thinking about his naughty fantasies. in a few of them, you'd be wearing a shirt that was a little more low cut than you usually wore, or maybe it would be the ones with you in your favourite miniskirt, your pretty thighs all on display for him. god, he wished he could be buried between them. his face, his fingers, his cock ~ he'd give you whatever you asked for.

the furthest you'd ever gone was grinding on his lap while you made out. he was addicted to the taste of your tongue, and when you started pushing down on his already embarrassingly hard erection... well... the poor boy just couldn't help it.

"ah-"

before he knew it he'd made a mess of himself, and you'd barely even done anything. "are you okay?" you asked, worry crossing your features as you looked at him completely oblivious. he looked panicked, not to mention bright red.

"y- ahem- yes... i uh- i should go actually, i think i have a meeting i forgot about! yeah! it's um... super important! but i'll call you okay? love you! bye!"

he definitely left you confused when he ran out of your apartment, but you didn't question it. either he just got too excited and panicked, or he really did have a meeting to attend. either way, you didn't mind, but he really left you high and dry ~ unbeknownst to you he was running home to clean up the mess you'd made of him, and in thinking about it he made an even bigger mess in the shower >.<

although, the next time you were in such a situation, you weren't letting him go so easy ~

"Y/N..." he whimpered as you kissed his neck, careful not to make too many marks - as much as you wanted to, he did have a strict job after all.

you started slowly grinding down on him as you sat on his lap on the couch, careful not to push him too far too soon. "hueningie," you whispered into his neck, lips not quite leaving his skin. you felt the movement in his throat when he gulped, hands squeezing your hips.

"do-," you cleared your throat, feeling nervous, "do you want to go further baby?" you asked.

cue windows startup sound

you lifted yourself to meet his eyes, and the look on his face was a sight to behold. his plush lips were swollen and shiny from your messy kisses, and his face, sculpted by the gods, had a pink hue. his big eyes were glazed over, but wide and excited as he nodded, "mm, please," his big hands came up to toy with your bra strap that peeked out of the neckline of your kai's oversized shirt. "want you so bad, please let me make you feel good princess, 'm dying to touch you."

"then touch me ~"

that was all he needed to hear before scooping you up by your ass and carrying you to your bedroom. after he plopped you down in the centre of your bed ungracefully, he ripped his shirt off as if he had 30 minutes left to live. you were living for horny kai though - and he'd be blind if he thought you didn't want him as much as he wanted you.

you took off your own shirt and laid back as he hovered over you, pushing his lips to yours in a messy but magical kiss. he still seemed shy ~ but his instincts and need to fuck you overrode all of that.

"can i touch you here?" he'd whisper as his hands grazed your breasts. lost in his kisses and gentle touches, all you could do was nod. "baby, use your words. i want to know that you want this ~" he'd tease, but still with a serious undertone. "yes, please," you breathed out. "you can touch me wherever you want."

god, he needed to pinch himself.

you sat up a little to unhook your bra, then laid back under him. it didn't even take him a second to reach out and pull your cute lingerie away and his eyes blew wide with lust when your cute hands he spend so long dreaming about landed on your breasts.

kai was a boob man through and through, and the sight of you underneath him in only your favourite miniskirt and panties playing with your pretty tits for him drove him insane. as much as it pained him, he pushed your hands away from your chest and took it upon himself to play with the soft pillows. he hoped you'd let him cum on them someday ~ but for now, he'd settle with covering them with his saliva as he licked and sucked on your sensitive nipples.

"ah, kai..." you moaned out. "fuck, kai, please... touch me."

he pulled his mouth away and looked into your eyes. fuck, he could look at you like this all day. "where beautiful?" he teased. he knew exactly where you wanted him, and god did he want to be there too, but he had all day ~ why not tease you a bit?

"mngh, kai please!" you whined. "just fuck me already... wanted you for so long..." a smirk grew on his face when it dawned on him that maybe you'd been after this for a long time too.

"oh yea?" his hands trailed down your body to your waist, just above your skirt. "do you think about me touching you like this?" he asked. you nodded frantically, clawing at the zip of you skirt to get it off. "no no baby, leave it on. wanna fuck you in your pretty skirt ~"

"o-okay."

he'd made you into a mess already ~ oh how the tables turn.

"do you touch yourself when you think about me?" he asked. he flipped up your skirt slowly and played with the hem of your underwear while you strangled out a reply.

"always." you confessed honestly. "always thinking about your broad shoulders and big fingers, 'm wishing you'd shove them in my cunt."

his breath hitched and his confident persona broke down with each word you said - he thought you were so hot right now.

"good girl."

he leaned forward to kiss the shell of your ear and whisper gently while he circled the pad of his thumb over your clit through your panties, earning him a moan into his shoulder as you bit down on it gently. "i think about you too princess, always thinkin' 'bout your pretty hands, what they'd look like around my cock."

you whined as he pressed harder, "more, more please kai- ah!" the second you asked for more, he moved his fingers from your sticky panties and pushed them to the side, running two fingers up and down your soaked folds. "fuck baby, you're soaked..."

he moved himself back again to get a good look at you and pull your underwear off all the way. a thin string of arousal connected you to your panties as he pulled the fabric away from your pretty cunt. he looked like his birthday had come early with the look on his face. he was enamoured by you, and all the nights he spent with his hands on his dick wondering what you'd look like under your cute exterior could never have prepared him for how inviting your pussy looked.

he was pulled out of his daze with your snarky remark, "staring is rude y'know?"

"sorry princess," he apologised. "your body is beautiful, 'want you to know how much i love you..." he came close again, pressing his lips to yours and slipping his tongue between your lips. "so perfect.. all of you" he muttered into the kiss, making you weak in the knees. "mm, love you too ka- oh fuck!"

he nudged your legs apart with one hand and slipped 2 fingers into your sopping-wet hole, moving to scatter little kisses all over your neck, making sure to leave no spot untouched. "ngh kai, ah fingers... so good... shit," you mumbled out some incoherent praises as he thrusted them into you, compliments going straight to both his ego and his dick. he added another finger, then another until you were almost falling apart in front of him. your moans were like music to his ears, and boy did he love music. the straining of his sweatpants was getting harder to ignore as he continued, and he wanted so badly to nestle his cock in your sweet little pussy instead of his fingers.

so he pulled his fingers out of you, causing a whine of complaint to leave your pretty, swollen lips. "w-wha? why did you stop?" you lolled your head on the pillow, looking away from him in annoyance.

kai didn't answer, too busy licking his fingers clean and then trying to push his sweatpants and boxers off. fuck, he definitely needed to eat you out later. "y' taste so good princess, think you can take my cock?" he asked smugly. you lazily moved your eyes to look at him and take in the sight of his gorgeous cock.

he was big.

you watched as precum dripped down the side and he pumped himself a few times to smear it around.

"fuck... yeah i can take it," you replied unconvincingly. "you sure?" his facade dropped - he really didn't want to hurt you, and wouldn't do anything unless you were 100% sure you wanted it. you reached out to grab his hand and nodded. "please kai... need you inside me."

he squeezed your hand back in response and leaned over you once more, rubbing the tip of his dick against your folds. he pushed the tip in slightly and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "if it hurts, tell me and i'll stop or slow down okay? i don't want to hurt you."

your heart fluttered at his caring words. that familiar butterfly feeling was everywhere; in your tummy, in your heart, and especially in your pussy as kai pushed himself in slowly. he moved in to kiss you and eagerly swallowed every moan you released like it was the only thing keeping him alive. with another whine from the both of you, kai bottomed out and pulled away from your mouth to kiss your chest again. the hand that wasn't holding yours found it's way to your nipple - pressing and rolling the bud as he sucked on the other one. he moaned against your chest as your gummy walls clenched around him at the stimulation.

"please- ah, kai please move."

he didn't need to be told twice. slowly he set a steady pace, working you up as he built up speed.

"ah, Y/N" he whined. his moans and whines where heavenly. "so pretty for me baby, so so good," his thrusts quickened. with how wet and warm you were and your soft tits in his hand, he wasn't gonna last long. sadly, he pulled his hand away from your boob to trail it down to your clit, rubbing quick circles as he fucked you so good ~

"kai! fuck kai.. m' gonna cum- AH fuck right there just, ah!"

he watched you face as you fell apart on him, just as drunk on the smell of sex and overwhelming stimulation as he was.

"that's it princess, cum for me.. shit, m' gonna- fuck, can i.. ah- inside? please?" you nodded hastily with a squeeze of his hand, your orgasm washing over you intensely as he kept thrusting.

he didn't mean to.. manhandle you, but as you were mid-orgasm, he sat back and grabbed the underside of your thighs - lifting your legs and pushing your knees up to your chest so he had the best view of your puffy cunt and cute tits bouncing as he thrusted quicker and harder to chase his release. you whined again - partly at the overstimulation of his cock pumping you full and partly at him moving you and using you however he liked. it was hot. you were a mess, skirt bunched up around your waist, face fucked out and laid bare all for him <3

"that's it, fuck, you're so perfect for me. like your pretty pussy was custom made just for me, huggin' me so well... all mine right? fuck, baby."

a few seconds later you felt him finish inside you, filling you to the brim with his warm seed that he's wanted to cover you in for months. his grip on your thighs loosened, leaving red handprints behind in reminder of his love as you legs flopped back down. he couldn't help but be mesmerised as he watched his cum drip out of your used hole. he'd watch this all day if he could - filling you up over and over again just to watch you drip with his love.

"what'd i tell you about staring, handsome?"

he giggled, plopping down next to you and pulling you into his arms. "you're so beautiful, i love you so much, thank you for sharing that with me," he mumbled into your hair. you later learned that this would be a regular occurrence, hyuka got so clingy and cuddly after sex ~ not that you'd ever complain.

"i love you too kai."

you pressed a kiss into his hair and let him float kisses around your chest softly. he kept one arm around your back and let the other one wander back up to your breasts, massaging the bite marks he'd left behind. "so so perfect, how did i get so lucky?" he looked up at you again, that boyish sparkly glint in his eye that just screamed 'i'm so in love with you'.

"come on, we should shower. we can shower together if you like?" you offered, finally feeling the layer of sweat and saliva on various parts of your body, not to mention the cum drying on your thighs, almost definitely spilling onto your crumpled skirt.

"mmm," he hummed, his face now resting in your boobs, "gimme 5 more minutes, wanna cuddle."

~ and how could you say no?

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[chaoticloving]

can you do a lil something about h and yn thinking about kids :)

baby talking

harry styles x reader (SOH)

summary: y/n and harry talk kids :)

a/n: finally wrote this! not really sure when this would take place, but its cute so whatever.

"Hey, love. How was your day?" Harry asks as he walks into the kitchen, wrapped up in a warm comfy blanket that Y/n gifted him for one of their anniversaries, waddling over to his lovely girlfriend to embrace her with a hug.

She hums as she hugs her bear of a boyfriend. After coming back inside from the cold chill of London, she was happy to be met with warmth.

"Good." She murmurs. "Apparently I'm pregnant with triplets though."

It takes Harry a second for his mind to wrap around with what she said. First he thinks, oh god i’m going to be a father, then the logical part of his brain picks up the sarcasm through her voice.

"Did the paps get to you?" Harry starts to worry right away. He has had his fair share of paparazzi run-ins, and he knows its twenty times worse for Y/n. Sometimes they just take photos, sometimes they ask invasive questions, and sometimes they cat-call. Harry hopes they weren't so invasive though, but judging from Y/n's actions, they probably were.

"Yeah." She admits. "Do you wanna know something else though?"

"Of course."

"They all have different dads." She scoffs at the absurdity, almost laughing from ridiculousness.

"How is that even possible." Harry gets into his protective mode. He knows what they are implying, and he has to calm himself down from going outside and screaming to the world him and Y/n are dating, happily, monogamously, and lovingly.

"That's not even the worse part."

"Oh no."

"You didn't make the baby daddy list." She removes herself from Harry's embrace. She looks up to see Harry's jaw-slack face.

"Not even one of them?"

"Oh stop acting like I'm really pregnant." She chides, kissing him softly. "And besides, if I were to ever have kids, I know you'll be the dad."

Harry makes eye contact with Y/n now, blinking quite a bit too. He bites his lip, hand subconsciously fiddling with edges of the blanket. "Oh what now, babe. Don't get mad at the paps, I'm fine now, I just needed one of your hugs."

"I'd be the dad?" He asks, his lip turning into a smile.

"I mean, I can imagine the rest of my life with you." Y/n admits. "Ugh, you've made me go soft--"

Harry interrupts her with a crushing hug, filled with love as per usual. He lifts her up too, and kissing her all over. He ends up bringing her over to the living room, tripping over himself and the blanket and landing them both on the couch.

"I'll take it you've though about kids before." Y/n smiles, pushing away Harry from her face.

"Just a bit." Harry sighs, looking up to Y/n like she was his world, and in all honesty, Harry would say she is. She is all he needs in his life, forget the fame and money, Y/n would keep him happy with every part of his life.

Y/n gives him that look.

"Okay, maybe more then a bit." He admits, a blush coating his cheeks. "I think I've always known I would like to be a dad, but... I guess it's easy for me to say. I've only baby sat Lux alone a handful of times and it's not like I would be carrying the thing. And don't get my wrong I'd be terrified to be a dad, I've heard all the things people say about how I could never be a good dad and I don't want to mess up with them."

Y/n strokes his head, running her fingers through the grown out hair. "If I'm honest I have concerns with being a parent too." She mumbles. "I don't want to put pressure on my kid or do the same mistakes of my parents. I know I turned out alright, but they're the only examples I have so what if I turn into them?"

They lie there together, looking at each other, comforting each other with just their presence.

"But, dressing up a little person is kinda cute." Harry admits. A smile breaking out on his face. "If we had a kid, I hope they look just like you." His hand lifts over her face, tracing her nose and lips. "They'd be so beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you, Harry." She smiles. "Imagine a little kid with your crazy hair and your dimples."

“I respectfully disagree.” He scoffs. “But with our genetics the kid would be unstoppable." Harry decides, smiling along with Y/n.

“Think they’d be a singer?” She asks. “Or maybe they go into acting.”

Harry thinks. “Maybe they’ll get all your smarts a be a the next Shakespeare.”

“That would be nice.” She agrees. “Our kid would run Hollywood.”

"Do we want kids?" Harry asks after a beat of silence.

Y/n sighs. There was a pregnant pause. "Maybe."

Harry swallows. "You don't have to say now, but, uh, do you have any other concerns?"

"It's just that, yes everything we said before, but also are life isn't our own." She starts. "Five minutes ago I was pissed and you were about to cry from the paps saying I'm pregnant from other men. I can't imagine the stuff our kid would see about us."

Harry can't help but agree. He knows it's the truth, he just didn't want to admit it. The problem isn't something he could work out by sharing his concerns in therapy because there is no solution.

"We also work. I can't ask you to take that time off and to be honest, I don't know if I would want to not work. I love my job, but I guess that just makes me sound like shit."

"You're not shit for wanting to work, love." Harry kisses her hand. "And I'm not just saying this, but, being a stay at home dad doesn't sound weird for me. I'd want it actually. I know this sounds like I'm trying to change your mind but I promise I'm not just saying that. Think I told Gemma I'd rather stay at home than work when I was like six."

They both chuckle at Harry's little memory, but its now when Harry sees the start of a watering eye. "Oh, please don't get upset, I don't mean try to convince you of anything. I'm sorry if I am coming off as pushy."

"You're not, don't worry. The world just shouldn't be deprived of you, love." Y/n comments, before clearing her throat. "I'm also just terrified of pregnancy. Like a growing kid inside of my body? Freaks me out, I know its a miracle but it's also scary."

"If I'm being honest it confuses me." Harry reveals, trying his best to comfort his favorite person. "Was never that good in biology. But I think I would be more terrified of what could happen to you while pregnant rather than you being pregnant."

"What does this mean?" Y/n asks, she sits up, not looking at Harry.

"It means we revisit the topic later, when we have achieved more with our life and have more life experience." Harry gives her a kiss on the lips, letting her lie on her shoulder. "And I love you no matter the result."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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Guess who's back? Back again. With more Buck/Bucky from Masters of The Air 'cause it's Monday and work's trying to murder my will to live. Prompt is #33. The feel of fingertips trailing over a bare shoulder blade with a bonus #63. Indigo skies just before dawn, if that is useful in any way. Do with them as you please, I'll quietly sit here and watch you work your magic. Thank you as always for these.

Thank you for this!! As you know, I was NOT expecting the 1000-word fic this turned into, but here you go lol I hope these extra-soft vibes counteract any terrible work ones!

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Fandom: Masters of the Air Pairing: Gale "Buck" Cleven x John "Bucky" Egan Rating: T Word Count: 1025

Summary: When Buck uses his bunk to hide the new radio, Bucky offers him a different place to sleep.

The first night after Buck had built the radio, Bucky woke up and rolled over to see his best friend sitting there in the dark.

“What you doing?” he mumbled.

His eyes were only half open, but he kept them trained on Buck’s shape until it grew more distinct. He was sitting where he’d been before, leaning against the wall next to the window. That wall would be freezing, especially this time of night—whatever time of night it was. Late enough that Bucky could hear quiet, heavy breathing from the racks above and below his own.

“Was scared I’d roll on the radio,” Buck explained, giving a shrug that was only the faintest rise and fall beneath the bulk of his scarf and coat.

Bucky closed one eye and dug his knuckle into the socket, trying to evict the sleep threatening to drag both his eyelids back down.

They hadn’t figured out a place for the new radio yet. After their old hidey-hole in the table leg had been discovered, they knew the next spot they chose would need to be damn near undetectable. Just for one night, they’d agreed on Buck’s plan to sleep with the thing in his bunk.

“Lie on your back and put it…” Bucky interrupted himself with a massive yawn that left his eyes watery. “…on your chest.”

“It’s cold.”

“Put it between your knees.”

“It’s cold. Last thing I need to do is shift in my sleep and freeze the damn thing to my balls.”

Bucky smiled sleepily at Buck’s annoyance.

“I don’t know why you’re smiling like that,” Buck complained.

“You’re cranky. You’re funny when you’re cranky.”

“I’m cranky because I haven’t slept.” Buck scraped a hand through his hair.

Bucky had a solution for that. He swung his arm loose and slapped the wooden side of his bunk. He slapped it a second time, not so hard, after he heard rustling from the bunk below.

“Get in with me,” he whispered.

“There’s more room in a tin of sardines.”

“I can squish up real small.”

He heard Buck’s breathy laugh.

“Yeah, I bet.”

“C’mon, just try.”

With a reluctance Bucky would’ve accused Buck of faking if he’d been more awake, Buck rose from his seat and shook off his heavy coat, slinging it up onto the radio-free end of his own bunk. Buck peered at him in the dimness that was passing from pitch-black into indigo. He didn’t look at the window. He didn’t want to know how much night remained. He just watched Buck unwind the thick scarf, watched him unbutton his shirt, watched him stoop to remove his boots, then peel his undershirt off at the last second before he shuffled over to Bucky’s rack. Bucky wriggled towards the wall, angling his body so he didn’t knock his shelf. He patted the narrow space beside him in invitation. Buck took hold of the wooden frame, pulling himself up and into the bunk.

They were nose to nose, but Bucky ignored that, trying to wrap Buck into the rough wool blanket so they could share heat.

“You think we would’ve gone camping if we’d met as kids?” Bucky asked as he stuffed the edge of the blanket under Buck’s shoulder.

Buck’s expression went really fond and calm.

“Yeah, I think we would’ve.”

Bucky nodded and swallowed; he’d realized his arm might not be coming back. If he drew it towards his chest again, he’d probably yank the blanket out from under Buck. He was stuck, arm hovering over his friend, not quite holding him. It was stupid—it was war. They should share resources. He clenched his jaw and lowered his arm until it rested around Buck.

He didn’t need light to be able to tell how Buck’s eyelashes flickered at the contact. Their faces were close. Real close. Buck’s lashes were a dark feathering Bucky wanted to feel on his fingertips. He felt hot air leave Buck’s parted lips and puff against his cheek. He cleared his sleep-thickened throat.

“You warm enough?”

“Getting there.”

Tentatively, Bucky tensed his arm, definitely hugging Buck against him now. And Buck moved into it. The heat. Bucky started to feel bad that he was still wearing his shirt. It wouldn’t have been about the sensation of Buck’s bare chest pressed to his, it would’ve been about… no. Fuck. He wanted to feel it. He wanted to carry the memory into the morning, the afternoon, the evening, and all the rest of the days of this war. He wanted to remember what it was like when neither of them had yet stood at the animal trough-like sink to get their pitiful daily wash with a grimy shard of soap, he wanted Buck’s unclean skin. He wanted to inhale and know what they smelled like together, even as Buck gradually took on the scent of his bed, his blanket, his skin.

He hadn’t minded Buck’s prodding elbow—he had his arms folded between them—but as they got warm, as they did a flirtatious back-and-forth dance with sleep, Buck freed an arm, stretched until his elbow cracked, and then settled it around Bucky’s waist.

“Sleep, John,” he muttered, because, somehow, he knew Bucky wasn’t.

Bucky had his palm pressed to Buck’s back, fingers spread so he was practically clutching him close. He forced himself to relax his grip. He adjusted his head on his half of the pillow. They eased into one another. Buck’s knees got a little bend to them and, even though they were facing each other, Bucky managed to accommodate them, sliding his own legs until the limbs might’ve all belonged to one person, they arranged so naturally. It felt natural, too, to allow his touch to skim across Buck’s back. He traced over vertebrae like a car cresting hills on a Sunday drive. He stroked Buck’s shoulder blade and gripped so his fingers fit into the valleys between Buck’s ribs. Buck’s breathing turned steady and deep. Stealthy as a robber, Bucky crept his hand all across Buck’s skin, marvelling, as he plummeted into unconsciousness, at the delicacy of this assemblage of parts.

Like a homemade radio.

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I've got a shitty, evil cold and I want Ace like that, he gets to suffer along with me. (Includes regular cold stuff if coughing, runny nose, sore throat)

Ace is going through a day and not thinking the little cough he has matters enough to visit med bag, he probably just hasn't drank enough. At dinner, he tries both ale and water at dinner and it's not perfect, but he does feel a bit better and decides not to pay it any mind when he climbs into bed and passes out.

Marco comes to bed later, late evenings in the med bay you know, and notices that Ace is tossing and turning but he calms down when Marco runs a hand up and down his arm, and he chalks that up to a nightmare. He quickly gets undressed and tucks himself in near Ace, hoping his heat will get rid of any vestiges of a nightmare left.

Ace wakes up the next morning with a sore, scratchy throat, an annoying cough, and a desperate need to blow his nose. He stumbles to the bathroom, slightly lightheaded in a way he normally isn't, and blows his nose in what could only be called a honk.

Brain still trying to catch up with this whatever-the-fuck, he tries to breath deeply and ends up jumping straight into a cough fit, each exhalation tearing at his throat.

Ace moans, tired, tired, tired down to his bones despite just waking up. Swiping at his nose again, he goes back to the bed and chugs the red cup of water Marco must've brought for him.

He attempts to curl back into Marco's chest, but that makes one nostril all plugged. The other side does the same thing and Ace grumbles, moving to his back. There's little solace there, but better than the first two options, so he props himself up a little and falls back into an uneasy sleep.

Marco wakes up to Ace in the middle of a coughing fit, the bed jostling from the intensity. He's a little confused but mostly concerned, and starts rubbing soothing circles on Ace's back, using a bit of his flames to ease his partner's pain.

"Are you good?" Marco asks, surprised when he gets an armful of messy, sniffling, whining Ace instead of an immediate answer.

"I'm dying, Marco. Put me out of my misery, please."

Petting at black hair, Marco shakes his head. "No thanks. I'll get you some medicine instead and something soft to eat from Thatch, how does that sound?"

Ace whines again. "Can't you just use your flames on me? Pleeease. I feel awful."

"They don't work as well with colds, it's not like an easy to find and stabilize wound. I'll use a little bit and go get the food, okay."

Nodding forlornly, Ace lays back on his pillow. Chuckling internally at how cute his sickly Fire is, Marco taps Ace to sit up a little and tucks his own pillow underneath Ace's. Ace gives a small smile and Marco leans over to press a kiss to his forehead, letting blue flames dance over his lips and enjoying the soft sigh from below.

"Thank you Mar," Ace whispers, grey eyes fluttering shut, his breath slowing to an slightly more even cadence. Marco ran his hand through Ace's hair one last time before tugging on his shirt and going to fulfill his promise.

HIS SICKLY FIRE aawawawhdowyrowhr this is so. Cute sO cute

U know im always weak for how domestic and in love you make Marco and Ace, like its their best phase of their relationship just past the honeymoon part and its the utmost trusting phase? Like when theyre fully settled into their relationship as partners its really lovely

Ive only just beaten my sickness from three weeks ago so i hope you feel better soon Angel 🥺💕

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Thou Shalt Not Covet // 3: Faith

Contents | Part 2 | First Person Version [AO3]

Summary: (Priest!Benedict x Fem Reader) After a less than ideal morning, you find the lines in your relationship with the priest continuing to blur.

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, adult & sexual themes, unhappy relationships, emotional infidelity, drug paraphernalia. Readers must be 18+

There were voices in the kitchen; laughter, conversation, the sound of cutlery on plates, the smell of coffee drifting down the hall. 

You wished you were a morning person, that you possessed the will to drag yourself out of bed early enough to join your housemates at the breakfast table, to eat toast and gossip before work like those people do on Friends. But you were nothing like the people on Friends - not unless Jennifer Aniston secretly rolled out of bed after snoozing her alarm four times too. 

You'd made your way downstairs, sitting on the last step to put your boots on as you listened to the noise coming from the kitchen. The door creaked open soon after - making everything louder, clearer - followed by the sound of your housemate Sean walking into the hall. 

"You're gonna make me late for work, Gee," he said with a slight laugh. "Yeah, whatever, bye!" 

He let the door swing closed and walked down the hall towards the front door, passing you as you sat on the stairs tying your laces. 

"Bye, Sean," you said. 

"Jesus fuck!"

You watched as he practically leapt off the ground in fright, turning and looking down at you with wide eyes, clutching his chest and breathing heavily. 

"You scared the shit out of me," he said. 

"Sorry." 

He sighed, calming himself and grabbing his car keys off the hook on the wall. "I swear you do it on purpose." 

"I was just saying goodbye..." 

"Yeah, like a little ghost girl all tucked away in a dark corner." 

You rolled your eyes, returning your attention to your boots. 

He opened the front door, stopping and turning back to you before stepping out. "Your boyfriend's a knob by the way." 

"Yeah I know- Wait, why? What's he done now?"

"Let me down for those photos he said he'd do." He let all his weight rest on one leg, placing a hand on his hip in obvious frustration. "My clients rang me last night, fuming, saying the photographer I'd sent to take pictures of their house never showed up. The wife waited in for him apparently, closed her shop for the whole day and he never even called to say he wasn't coming. So they've decided to go with Goldberg's instead. Fucking Goldberg's." 

"Isn't that the estate agents' next door to yours?"

"Yep. So that's why your boyfriend's a knob. Because I went out of my way to get him work, and he repaid me by losing a £1.2million house sale to the rival agents next door." 

You stood up, pressing your lips together and exhaling through your nose. "I'll talk to him." 

"Please do." He gestured towards the kitchen. "Because I just almost throttled him when he told me it 'wasn't a big deal' and he 'thought he could swing by and snap the pics any time'." 

Sean's impression of Alfie was always spot on; somehow perfectly capturing his tone, his mannerisms, the nonchalance that teetered between charming and infuriating. It made you breathe out a slight laugh, partly because of the accuracy of his imitation. But mostly in resignation, like you weren't even surprised he'd been let down at all. 

He walked out and closed the front door behind him, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the hall chewing the inside of your cheek. You let out a huff, shaking your shoulders and rolling your neck to relieve the tension that had stashed itself there, before grabbing your coat from the cupboard and shrugging it on. 

You stuffed a hand inside your pocket as you pushed through the door to the kitchen, furrowing your brow as your fingers made contact with something small and metallic inside. 

"Oh, good morning!" said Gina as she stood with her elbows resting on the breakfast bar. 

"Morning," said Alfie, kissing you on the side of the head as he walked past you, sitting down at the bar with a bowl of cereal.

You pulled out the small metallic thing, looking down at a Zippo lighter sitting in the palm of your hand. It was heavy, gunmetal, flowers and a fancy 'G' engraved on the side. 

"Gina can you please stop wearing my coat?" you said with an exasperated sigh. 

"Sorry," she replied distractedly, like she wasn't actually sorry at all. "It just looked good with the outfit I had on." 

You lifted the collar to your nose, taking in a slight smell of cigarettes, a perfume that wasn't yours, and grimaced to yourself. 

"Anyway, I thought you wouldn't mind so much," she continued. "Since I let you off with paying your rent late again this month." 

You rolled your eyes and slipped the lighter back in your pocket before making your way over to the kettle. 

It was Gina's house. In more ways than one. While it was quite literally her house - a gift from her wealthy, property tycoon father, a place for her to live freely while charging cheap rent to a few friends - it was also her leverage, her way of getting away with whatever she wanted; playing loud music, having loud sex, decorating without consulting anyone, borrowing your clothes without asking.

She'd been your best friend once, and if anyone were to ask, you'd probably say she still was. You admired her; envied her confidence, appreciated her candor. But truthfully, you couldn't remember the last time you'd walked away from an interaction with her without having to unclench your jaw. 

"I made too much smoothie if you want some," she said. "It's still in the blender." 

"No thanks," you replied as you poured boiling water over the instant coffee in your travel mug. "I'm running late, got to head straight off." 

"Running late? You're volunteering, can't you just show up whenever you want?"

You turned around, leaning back against the counter. "Doesn't really work like that, Gee."

You still weren't sure why you told them you were volunteering at the church; why you hadn't said it was a work thing, or maybe just not told them where you'd been going at all.

"Mm," Alfie mumbled, turning to you as he swallowed a mouthful of cereal. "I forgot, I'm not going to be able to pick you up later."

"What? Wh- But you promised. You promised I wouldn't have to get the bus home."

"Yeah I know, sorry. There's been a last minute change of-"

"It's my fault," Gina interrupted, placing a hand on her chest apologetically. "I asked if he could drive me to pick up some furniture from an online seller across town. It's gorgeous stuff, goes so well with the new living room decor. And well, I can't exactly lug it all the way back on foot."

Your eyes moved between the two of them, entirely unamused. 

"I thought you wouldn't mind," she continued. "Since we'll all get use out of it."

"I don't sit in the living room. Ever."

"Well maybe you will once we have a nice new chaise lounge."

You blinked a few times, lips parted in stunned silence, before turning your attention to Alfie. "So is this your new thing or something? Letting people down?" 

"What's that supposed to mean?" he replied defensively. 

"Me, Sean..." 

"Oh fuck sake." He rolled his eyes and stood up, obviously still wound up by whatever Sean had said to him. "Tell you what then, Ellis, why don't you and Sean just go and throw an 'I hate Alfie' party-" 

"Oh I would, but I doubt I'd make it back in time," you began, raising your voice as he marched out of the room. "Y'know, since I'm having to get the fucking bus home!" 

He slammed the door behind him and the kitchen fell silent. You crossed your arms over your chest and let out a huff, your eyes flitting across the room to Gina as she sat down on Alfie's barstool. 

"Why don't you just skip today?" she asked.

"Because I don't want to. I shouldn't have to." You shrugged. "I've... been enjoying it." 

"But it's church," she laughed. "Honestly, Ellis, I don't think I've ever seen a non-religious person so enthusiastic about going to church in my whole life." 

"Well... it's not just about religion. It's about... community and... and..."

"Yeah but you've been going a lot." 

"So?"

"Is the priest fit or something?" she asked jokingly. "Because that's the only reason you'd catch me spending all my free time there-" She stopped suddenly, letting out an exaggerated gasp. "Oh my god, that's it, isn't it. You're fucking a priest."

"Ha ha," you replied sarcastically. 

"Don't worry, I won't tell Alfie," she continued to tease. 

"I'm not sleeping with the bloody priest." 

It came out slightly more defensive than you'd meant it to. But she didn't seem to notice.

"Maybe you should. There's actually something quite hot about that, don't you think? Very erotic novel." 

You turned around and grabbed your travel mug, screwing on the lid as she continued to talk.

"Imagine it: dirty talk in the confessional booth, wrists bound with rosaries, sunlight shining through stained glass onto your naked bodies, legs spread on the altar- Do you reckon he'd say grace before he ate you out?"

You snapped back around. "Gina."

"Oh I'm just taking the piss," she said, chuckling to herself. "You know I get carried away." 

"Yeah well you've stolen my lift home so I'm not really in the mood." 

"Sorry," she said sincerely, pushing out her bottom lip slightly. 

You stayed quiet for a moment, just looking at her, watching her fingers slip into the handle of her mug, the way she flicked her hair off her shoulder before taking a sip. 

She'd begun to stare off into space, eyes glossy, head cocked slightly to one side. And you wondered if she was still picturing it, still imagining you with whatever version of Father Benedict she'd created in her head. Or maybe she'd replaced you in her fantasy completely, so now it was just Gina and some random man in a clergy collar going at it on the altar of a church.

It was like you'd become a permanent fixture; as everlasting within the walls of the chapel as the tapestries and statues that adorned its walls. You'd been attending services and events within the parish for the past few weeks, swearing after each one that it would be the last, that you were going to put a stop to it. But somehow you always came back, like you were drawn to Father Benedict, like he was a drug you kept promising to quit. 

You would always sit in the back row of the pews, eyes fixed on him as he spoke, his deep, resonant voice echoing against the tall ceilings. Sometimes you would really listen to what he was preaching, even find it interesting, thought provoking. But most of the time you were just waiting for it to end, practicing in your head what you were going to say to him after it was over.

Today was the first baptism service you'd ever witnessed, and you found it equally as fascinating as you did disconcerting, especially when one baby began to scream as the holy water touched its skin and the music from The Omen started playing in your head. You watched as Father Benedict carried out the service, admiring how charming and charismatic he was, how he managed to put the families at ease, make little jokes that created soft ripples of laughter through the chapel. 

When he moved on to deliver his sermon, you found yourself catching his attention every so often; exchanging glances with him, subtle smiles, making him lose his place and stumble slightly over his words. It was as though every time he noticed you sitting in that back row, he was relieved to see you there. Maybe because he thought he was helping you on your journey, that his guidance was making it easier for you to return to the church. Or maybe it was because he enjoyed your company, perhaps even longed for it when he lay alone at night. 

You were doing it again, letting your mind drift to those less-than-holy places where his voice didn't echo against a chapel ceiling, but instead groaned directly into your ear. Where those fingers that so delicately clasped together in prayer came apart to slip beneath the fabric of your clothes. You felt flustered, taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly as you crossed one leg over the other, trying desperately to quell the growing ache between them.

"So just a few things to end on," said Father Benedict, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "We have our St Augustine's Primary children coming in with their parents next week for mass as they prepare for their first Holy Communion. I'm sure we'll all make them feel very welcome. Secondly, I've had a few members of the parish ask if we still have any dates available for weddings this year, and the answer to that is yes! We actually have quite a lot of availability so come talk to us about it, I would love to marry you all. Well, not marry you all. I mean marry- perform your marriage ceremonies." He paused. "I'm sure you're all lovely but I doubt we'd all fit under one marital roof." 

A laugh rumbled through the chapel. You giggled too, relaxing back into your seat as he finished the rest of his announcement. 

You waited patiently for the crowd to disperse, even exchanging smiles and muttering a quiet congratulations to the Omen baby's parents as they made their way out. But when you saw June walking in your direction with the donations tray, as usual you began to panic. It was as if she did it on purpose; enjoyed watching you fumble and scrape together whatever spare change you could find as she ominously shuffled towards you. 

You shoved your hands into the pockets of your coat, brows coming together in confusion as you pulled out a rolled up £20 note that, like everything else in your coat, must have belonged to Gina. 

You unrolled the note and looked up at June, before shrugging your shoulders and throwing it into the tray. 

"How generous," she said plainly. "Funny how it's curled up like that." 

You glanced into the tray, noticing how the note had rolled itself back up like a cigarette. Your mouth immediately pressed into a straight line as you realised what Gina must have been using it for. 

"Yeah, weird," you said with an awkward laugh, glancing past her towards Father Benedict. "Sorry, excuse me." 

You'd noticed an opening; a rare moment where he stood alone, unengaged by members of his congregation. You stood up quickly, rushing down the aisle towards him and tapping him on the shoulder. 

"I think I just donated a coke-soiled bank note to your church," you whispered.

"You what?" he whispered back, brows furrowed, nose scrunched in confusion. 

"It wasn't mine," you said, as if that made it any better. 

He paused for a moment, shaking his head as he stared at you, the corner of his mouth raising with a mystified smile. "Lovely to see you, as always, Ellis." 

You exhaled a soft laugh through your nose and began to eye him slowly, your gaze trailing over his face, lips, neck, chest, hands- It took a moment for you to realise what you were doing; the blatant ogling, how you were practically drinking in the sight of him, even in his long white alb and fancy patterned stole. 

You snapped your eyes back up to his face and cleared your throat. "Anyway, I was about to head off," you said. "But I thought I'd ask first if there's anything I can help with...?"

That was a lie. You had no intentions of heading off, not if there was even the smallest chance of spending some extra time with him. 

"No, not today," he said, before holding up his index finger like a thought had struck him. "But you did just remind me, I had a favour to ask you." 

"A favour?" 

He looked around the emptying chapel before gesturing for you to walk with him. You obliged, following him down a back hallway and into what you assumed was his office. It was a small room with only one narrow window on the far wall, letting in just a sliver of light to illuminate the cluttered space. There was a desk, a half-filled bookcase, and a small two-seater couch covered in boxes from his move.

He rushed over and picked them up, putting them in the corner of the room and dusting off the couch with his hand. "Have a seat," he said. "Sorry about the state of in here. I promise once I finish settling in at the rectory, I'll sort this place out too." 

"it's fine," you said with a shrug as you sat down. "The favour isn't for me to clean up in here, is it?" 

"Hm? Oh, no. No, of course not," he replied with a laugh, continuing to speak as he began to remove his long white robes, revealing a plain black shirt and trousers underneath. "Actually it's er- Well a friend of mine, her name's Catherine, she's about to open a bakery back in the parish I used to work in before I- well..." 

"Had a crisis of faith."

"Yeah that one. Anyway, she's having a grand opening sort of thing this Wednesday and she wants to try and fill the place out with as many people as she can, y'know? So I wondered if... maybe you wouldn't mind coming? With me?" 

Not a date, you began to tell yourself immediately, as if trying to extinguish the sparks of hope and delusion before they even had a chance to catch light. You also have a boyfriend, your mind added. A fact you were beginning to resent more than you valued.

"I just don't fancy going on my own," he continued. "And quite honestly, I enjoy your company." 

You could feel a grin fighting to spread across your face, but you held it back. "Thanks," you said coolly. "I'll erm, I'll have to check I'm not working. But if not, I'd- yeah. I'll go." 

"Great. Thank you." He paused, thinking for a moment. "I don't think I've ever asked you what you do for a living..." 

"Baby photography," you replied bluntly. 

"Baby photography..."

"Well, I work at a studio that specialises in it. But I don't take the pictures, I just edit them."

"Ah." He nodded, an eyebrow raised with intrigue. "Do you enjoy it?"

"Not really. I find the whole thing creepy, to be honest."

"Creepy?"

"Well yeah, these little fleshy things all folded up and posed while they sleep, dressed up in silly costumes and lay inside wheelbarrows and wicker baskets." You shuddered. "No human being should be small enough to fit inside a flower pot." 

Amusement crept across his face, the unmistakeable smirk whenever you'd been unintentionally funny. 

"Today must have been hell for you then," he teased. "Church full of babies."

You laughed softly. "I'd rather a church full of babies than be stuck at home." 

"How come?" 

"Oh, nothing." You waved your hand dismissively, like you were trying to sound unbothered. But the rest of your body seemed to give you away; chest deflating, shoulders sinking in on themselves, eyes falling to the floor. 

"You know," he began, sitting down behind the desk. "I am your priest. If you're having troubles or concerns or you just need someone to confide in, that's what I'm here for..." 

You glared across at him, almost annoyed with how easily he was able to draw things from you, before letting out a long sigh. "I don't know what to do about... someone." 

He placed his hands on the table, clasping them together in front of himself as he leaned in to listen. "Go ahead." 

"I- I wonder sometimes if I'm…" you trailed off, letting out an uncomfortable laugh and gesturing to where you were both sitting. "You know what, I can't do this. It feels like I'm in fucking therapy or something." 

His eyes flitted between his desk and the couch. "Would it help if I came and sat next to you instead?"

You nodded. "Yeah, maybe. I don't know." 

He stood up and made his way across the room, sitting down in the space at your side. You were twiddling your fingers, biting your lip in thought as you felt his body shift, twisting slightly to face you.

"Do you give relationship advice?" you asked without looking up. 

He paused. "It depends. But I'll certainly try." 

"Okay. Boyfriend of three years," you said quickly, like ripping off a plaster; finally saying out loud the thing you'd been dreading admitting. "He's a photographer - a good one, went to uni for it and all that - it's how we met-"

"At the creepy baby studio."

"Yep." You cleared your throat. "He doesn't work there anymore. Doesn't work anywhere, actually. Because he's unreliable. And he doesn't seem to care that he's unreliable, either. He lets people down and it's their problem for getting upset, he's unsupportive, he doesn't listen- like, for instance: I don't feel safe getting the bus after dark anymore since someone tried to follow me home a few weeks ago and-"

"You were followed?" His back straightened, brows coming together over concerned eyes. "By who? Were you okay? Did they hurt you?" 

"No, I'm fine, really. But the point is I told him I didn't feel safe and he still decided not to come and pick me up today. Let me down at the very last minute and left me to get the bus like he didn't even care." You took a sharp inhale, turning your body towards him, like the floodgates had opened and you suddenly couldn't stop it all from spilling out. "Three years and we still rent separate rooms in the same house, staying over in each other's bedrooms like bloody teenagers. It's embarrassing. And I've talked to him about getting a place together but it's like he's not interested." 

He took a breath like he was about to speak, but you carried on before he could utter a word.

"Really, it's like he's not interested in anything anymore. He doesn't make an effort, ignores me when I talk, doesn't even pretend to care about what's going on in my life. It's as if he's gotten so used to having me around that he doesn't even see me anymore. Like he can't fathom the idea that I actually exist outside of the bed he fucks me in." You paused, grimacing to yourself. "Sorry." 

"It's okay," he replied, breathing out a sympathetic laugh. "Not the first time you've mentioned the disappointing sex life."

"Oh god, I forgot about that." You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose between finger and thumb. "There's- It's just- There's no excitement, y'know, no heat, no... tension. When I really actually think about it, I'm not sure I'm even attracted to him anymore. So many things I used to find endearing or charming or sexy just completely turn me off." You groaned. "I don't know what to do. I'm clearly not happy. But I'm scared. Scared I'd miss him, scared I'd hurt him, even though he doesn't seem to give a fuck about hurting me. But then I wonder if this is all because of me. After all, he's not the one-" you stopped yourself, trapping the words behind tightly pressed lips.

"Not the one...?" he caught your eye, waiting for you to finish. 

He's not the one fantasising about sleeping with someone else. 

"He's not the one moaning about the relationship," you said. "I am."

"You're allowed to vent." 

"I'm not just venting, I'm asking what you think." 

He pressed his tongue to the corner of his mouth, looking down at his hands for a moment, then back up to you. 

"As a man of God, I would tell you to have faith. To honour the commitment you made to him and try to work through your difficulties." He paused. "As a man of... well, as just a man, I would tell you he sounds like a twat." 

An unexpected laugh escaped your throat, making you cough slightly to compose yourself. 

"He never used to be," you said. "I think because I liked him so much when we first got together and I spent so long pining after him before he even noticed me, I've been ignoring the fact that if I met him now, I probably wouldn't be interested. I suppose I feel like I'd be doing my past self a disservice by walking away from the man she wanted so badly."

"You're blinded by the fact that the relationship didn't start out this way." 

"Mm." You fell silent, your eyes glazing over in thought. "I'm just a frog," you eventually said.

"Sorry?"

"You know how they say if you put a frog in cold water and slowly bring it to a boil it won't jump out, because it won't notice the rising heat? I'm the frog."

"Ah. See how things make much more sense when you give them context?"

You nodded with a giggle, falling silent once again as he watched you quietly, patiently, like he wanted to know every thought passing through your mind, but knew he wasn't entitled to it. 

"I'm sure the frog thing's a myth, y'know," he said. 

"Is it?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty certain they definitely try to escape the pot." 

"Oh."

Part 4: Sacrilege

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brave when I have to be (pt 2)

a ROTTMNT future!fic

[PART 1 HERE]

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Casey is going to die.

Physically, he's no worse for wear. His broken hand is an easy fix between Master Mikey's healing hands and the sling Aunt April fashions to keep it steady against his chest, the cuts he received from Subprime's claws are all stitched up, and the bruises will eventually fade with some ice. 

Mentally, emotionally and spiritually? Casey can feel the noose around his neck, tense and tight as the silence chokes the med bay.

Master Leonardo hasn't said a word. He'd tended to Casey's minor lacerations, but his face was hard and cold. He didn't look Casey in the eye once. And Casey's too afraid to try, so he keeps his head down and doesn't talk. It won't do much to prevent his death, but it might quicken the blow. 

Leonardo puts the equipment away, carefully rolling up the unused bandages and throwing out the bloody tissues. Michelangelo takes Casey's uninjured hand and holds it tight. April is typing something on Uncle Tello's Genius Built vambrace, probably checking in on the soft shell. 

Thinking of how badly his hands shook as he fought for control makes Casey's eyes burn with shame.

Sensei snaps the first-aid box shut and straightens, facing the wall. “Commander.”

Everyone jumps. Aunt April sets her jaw and steps forward. “Sir.”

“Take Casey to my quarters. I'll finish up here. Michelangelo, help Don. It's been over ten minutes, and he hasn't calmed down. He might need assistance.”

Twin senses are something else, Casey thinks in awe.

But Uncle Mikey frowns at Sensei's shell. “Leo—”

“Michael. Go. Help. Don.”

Uncle Mikey's frown deepens, but he lets Casey go with a final hair ruffe before floating off the ground and through the door. Aunt April gives Sensei's shell a look before helping the boy off the bed and herding him out of the med bay with an arm around his shoulders. 

Her grip is tight but not restraining. He could run for it right now. He wouldn't get far, but he could try.

But the look on April's face has him leaning against her instead. He needs it about as much as she does.

They reach Sensei's room—back where it all started—and Casey sits on the bed. It's huge, just like Sensei, and soft as far as old mattresses go with limited resources. 

April rolls her neck and shoulders with a long sigh, hands on her hips. “Damn,” she says with feeling. “What a freakin' day.” 

She looks at Casey, frowning sternly, and the boy wilts under her gaze. She's always been fierce, fearless and wild as his mother, but she's never lost her temper the way she did. Even now, all shades of angry and frightened, her stare doesn't burn through him, but still blisters the skin. 

“Your Sensei's prolly gonna give you hell when he gets here,” she says, “but I'mma give you my two cents real quick. If you ever pull that shit again while I live and breathe, I will slap the caps off your knees.”

Casey believes her. He's seen her do it. “Yes, ma'am,” he squeaks.

April nods. “Good.” Then she leans down to squeeze Casey in a hug. Eyes watering, Casey returns it as best he can with one arm, burying his nose into her shoulder. 

She kisses his cheek. “Love you, baby.”

Casey sniffs. “Love you, too.”

There's a knock at the door, ending the moment swiftly and cruelly as April lets go and straightens. She claps him firmly on the shoulder with a smile that sits like a grimace and says, “Good luck.”

Gee, thanks. I'll write that on my tombstone.

Sensei walks into the room, big and imposing in ways Casey only ever saw in the aftermath of battle. April leaves Casey and gives Sensei a long look on her way past him. There's a conversation in their eyes Casey isn't privy to, a connection a lifetime in the making beyond anything Casey will ever know. 

Whatever April says has Sensei sighing, shoulders drooping. April briefly squeezes his left hand and leaves the room. Sensei shuts the door behind her, and then it's just them. 

Sensei's metal hand clenches the handle tight for a minute. Shoulders climbing to his ears, Casey bites his lip.

Then Sensei faces him, the frown as deep as it was in the med bay but not as cold. He crosses the short distance until he's looming over Casey, folding his arms. 

Casey has never felt so small.

“I don't think it needs to be said, but I'll say it anyway,” Sensei says lowly. “Casey, I am very disappointed in you.”

He isn't yelling, but this feels ten times worse. Casey ducks his head, staring hard at his lap. “I know.”

“See, I don't think you do. You—Jesus, Casey, you could've been killed today!” Sensei's voice climbs as the anger spikes, frustration drawing a hiss from his chest as he pinches the bridge of his snout. “You deliberately disobeyed me! And what's worse, you could've jeopardized the whole team! They had no idea you were there or that you left! What if you blew their cover by sneaking off? What if Subprime called for reinforcements while he hunted you down?! Did you even have a plan? Do you have any idea what you could've done?!”

Casey's eyes fill up and spill over his cheeks. 

“I'm sorry,” he hiccups because his body enjoys betraying him today, making him look and act like the baby they all see him as. At this point, though, he probably deserves it. 

“I just—I just wanted to help. I-I thought I could be a s-scout, spot the danger before it got too close. I didn't mean to get caught. I didn't mean to make trouble or—or hurt Uncle Tello or make you mad.” He scrubs his good arm over his face and only makes more of a mess as he sniffles hard. “'m so sorry, Sensei.”

He can barely see through the tears but watches the fight drain out of the slider. The fire dies, and Sensei sighs long and heavy. He sits on the bed next to Casey, rubbing his left hand over his face wearily. For a moment, he says nothing, Casey's sniffles filling the silence.

“... Casey,” he says softly, still retaining some of that earlier sternness. “I'm... I'm mad, don't get me wrong. Like, I'm freaking livid at what you did. But I don't want to be mad at you because I know you. You wouldn't have done this unless you thought you had a damn good reason. Am I right?”

Hesitantly, Casey nods.

“Thought so. So... Help me understand. Why did you go up there? Did you feel like you had to?”

Casey swallows a sob and nods again. 

Sensei nods back. “Okay. Why?”

“'Cos—“ Casey's voice breaks. He tries again. “'Cos I wanted to show you I was... good enough, y'know? That I'm brave enough, s-strong enough to help everyone up there. To help you so you don't get—get hurt again.”

He tries not to look at the gleaming metal arm and fails. 

Sensei hisses a curse and leans back on the bed. “Knew it,” he mutters. “Freaking Tello, stop being right all the time.” 

He turns back to Casey. Understanding gleams in aged golden eyes. “That's why you were so hell-bent on going up this morning. You want to protect me.”

Finally. 

Casey's eyes fill up again. “Y-Yes. I was just trying—I only wanted to help, Sensei, I promise! Y-You came back but—but you almost didn't, y-you nearly died and—and I can't lose you, too, Sensei, I can't—!”

“Oh, buddy.” 

Sensei—no—Uncle Leo pulls Casey to his chest, pressing his beak into his wild black hair, holding tight, the ever-steady rock for Casey to cling to as he falls apart. “Shh, Casey, it's okay. You're okay, just breathe. Easy, hijo, easy. I'm here. I've got you.”

And with that, Casey gathers all the fear, frustration, anxiety, love and grief of the day and sobs his heart out. Uncle Leo churrs, a soothing rumble deep in his chest that sometimes reminds him of Uncle Raph, but still every inch his Sensei.

(Another word that sits heavy on his tongue, ready and aching to be spoken. He doesn't say it. He needs to take back what he did say first.)

The sobs eventually die into sniffles. Uncle Leo pulls Casey closer, left hand carding through his hair. He swallows hard and then sighs. “You have your mother's spirit for sure. Always looking for a fight—for what you believe in or just for the sake of it. Or to protect the ones you love.”

He draws back to meet Casey's eyes. He lifts the tip of his blue scarf to dab the tears off Casey's blotchy face just like he used to. He almost loses it all over again. 

“But she learned something—we both did—that we can't always fight our way through everything,” he continues sombrely. “Sometimes we can't fight, no matter how strong, smart or brave we are. Sometimes it's better to stay low, wait, and hone your skills. Helping in little ways that might not seem important but mean everything when the time comes. Trust me, Case. You do more for us than you even know.”

Casey stares into his Uncle's eyes and almost searches for a lie. He knows better, though, so he doesn't.

As if reading his mind, Leo smirks. “I wouldn't joke about something like that, bud. As for the whole 'protecting' situation, you don't have to do that. And you sure as hell don't have to go looking for trouble to prove anything to me or yourself. That's not what being strong or brave is about.”

Okay. Casey gets some of that, but—“What about you?”

“Eh?”

Casey swipes his arm under his nose, ignoring the snot on his sleeve. “You go up looking for fights every day.”

Leo sweats. “Uhh, it's—it's not quite like that—”

“And you're the strongest, greatest ninja the world's ever seen.”

“Gee, that's not gonna inflate my ego or anything, thought I left that shit behind—”

“And you're not scared of anything!”

Leo pauses. His eyes grow distant as he stares at his lap. Casey watches. Had he said something wrong...?

“I was today.”

Casey blinks. 

He'd known Uncle Tello and Mike were scared—they wear their hearts on their sleeves, just in different fashions, much like Auntie April shows her worry with threats followed closely by rough but warm affection. But he hadn't thought...

“You—you were?”

Leo turns. He looks right at Casey like he holds the moon, sun and stars in his eyes. “Yeah.” 

He reaches for Casey's shoulder and pulls him close enough to press their foreheads together. The slider shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw. 

“I thought I might lose you,” he says. “You're all we have left, Case. You're the reason we're doing any of this. You're the reason I'm brave. Don't know what the hell I'd do without you, hijo.”

Oh. 

Oh holy shit.

Casey's chest feels warm and full, like a boiling mountain ready to burst. His eyes sting enough to hurt, but the grin across his face hurts more it's so big. It's a good hurt, though. He hasn't had many of those.

“Oh,” he chokes. Then he giggles, a little hysterical, and nuzzles his forehead against Leo's to bring a chuckle out of him before they draw back. Casey sniffs messily. “Guess even great ninjas get scared, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” Leo huffs, swiping a thumb under his damp eye—like Casey wouldn't notice. “Like you wouldn't believe.” 

Still riding the giddy high, Casey snickers. “Y'know what, though?” he whispers, despite them being the only ones in the room.

Still, Leo leans in and whispers back, “What?”

“I think Subprime was even more scared. I mean, if Krang could piss themselves—”

Leo throws his head back with a startled bark of laughter. “Jesus, kid—!”

“Am I wrong?” Casey cackles, kicking his feet. “I mean, what you did was sick—in more ways than one—and he deserved it! An eye for an arm! That's what he gets for messing with my Dad—!”

Leo stops laughing. Casey's eyes pop wide open. They stare at each other.

Casey sweats. 

Too much, too soon, too far. 

But then Leo smiles, wide and delighted, eyes brighter than Casey has ever seen them. “... Hell yeah,” he says. “And that bastard had to learn not to mess with my son.”

Son. Casey could dance. 

But then Leo's smile becomes a sly grin, his right arm slowly moving around Casey. “And you're right. He had it coming. 'Cos nobody messes with your Dad. C'mere, you!”

“Oh no—!” 

He snatches Casey up, pulling him into his lap and driving his knuckles into Casey's scalp. It hurts like a bitch but Casey's laughing as he squirms and wriggles in the slider's metal grasp.

“AH! Nonononono—ow, Sen—Dad, stoppit—!” Casey giggles.

“Absolutely not!” Leo cackles. “And don't think you're off the hook just because you called me 'Dad' and we had a whole heart-to-heart thing! Your ass is still grounded—for three months!”

“What?!”

“You heard me! You are not getting out of this by being cute—oh shit—!” 

Casey wriggles enough to dig two fingers under Leo's chin, making his partially retreat into his shell long enough to loosen his grip and let Casey scramble free, grinning manically. “Gotcha!” he hollers, leaping on top of the turtle right as his head pops back out, attempting to put him in a lock with one arm.

“Ohoho, you wanna get nuts? Let's get nuts!” 

Leo jumps off the bed, Casey bundled in his arms and shrieking with shock and delight when the turtle manhandles him until he's upside down, legs kicking wildly in the air as Leo hugs him around the waist and spins. “Now, who's got who you little shit?!”

“I'm gonna puke!” cries Casey, the blood rushing to his face. “Mercy, mercy, white flag, I surrender—Sensei, my arm!”

Leo chuckles, gently tossing a breathless Casey back onto the bed. He heaves a long sigh, a smile stretched wide across his beak. “Alright, alright. But seriously, three months; for dissing me earlier, for leaving, and scaring the utter shit out of all of us.” He sits down next to Casey, his smile falling a few inches. “Especially me.”

(Casey thinks of how he'd snarled at Subprime before he'd gauged his eye out, how he'd been taut as a stretched copper spring from the moment they returned until the second he had Casey in his arms, and believes it.

Fear and worry take many forms. His Sensei's is an inferno, tamed to a candle for those he loves as their guiding light. For Casey, it's a supernova, barely contained, until the boy looks his way, holds his hand or smiles—all that's left are embers, gentle and warm like a campfire to protect him against the dark and the wild of a ruined world.

His love fuels his fear, and vice versa. It's a vicious cycle Casey won't fully understand. But he won't forget it as long as he lives.)

Sobering up, Casey flops against the pillow and sighs. “Yeah. I know. And I really am sorry.”

“I know you are.”

“Not just for leaving, but... for everything I said before. I didn't mean it and I shouldn't have said it. I won't do it again.”

“I know you won't.”

“No, really, I mean it!”

“I know you do.” 

Casey pouts. “How do you know?”

Leo smiles, leaning over to chuck Casey under his chin affectionately. “'Cause you take after me. So much that it's scary, honestly. So I know you did what you thought you had to, and I know you won't do it again now that you've seen where you went wrong.”

… huh. 

“So you're saying, like father like—?”

“Don't finish that sentence.” 

“W-why?”

“Nothing against you, just. Meta humour.”

“What are you actually talking about.”

“Don't worry about it. Let's just get you back to your room to rest.” Leo stands up and stretches until bones pop in his back and remaining arm. “We can iron out the details of your three months when we're not both keyed up and—”

“A-Actually...”

Leo looks at Casey over his shoulder. “Hm?”

Casey stays where he is, twisting his fingers in a show of nerves he's yet to curb. “... can I... um...?” He shrinks back a little, face burning. It's so stupid, bonding moment or not. “...can I stay here tonight? I mean, it was my fault, I know, but I'm... just...”

Leo softens immediately. “Ah. Still freaked out?”

“I think I'll dream of being chased through the sewers for the rest of my life.”

“I would say that's a good incentive not to do that again, but I won't lie, it'll probably happen again.”

“You are not helping me feel better.”

“Then scoot your tiny ass over so I can sleep already, damn.”

Relieved and scolding himself for ever doubting at all, Casey snickers and obediently shuffles across the bed to the wall, ducking under the blanket as Leo removes his gear, scarf, and mask and carefully detaching his mechanical arm, setting it on the long desk to charge in the port Uncle Tello made for him. 

Then he lifts the blanket and falls gracelessly into bed, deliberately bouncing Casey to make him yelp. “Jerk,” Casey giggles.

“Brat,” Leo retorts with a yawn. He pulls Casey closer with his left arm and shuts his eyes. “Now shut up and go to sleep, or it's five months.”

Casey snuggles against his plastron. It should be uncomfortable, but to him, it might as well be a second pillow. The steady heartbeat under his ear is a lullaby, and his eyes droop as the day finally catches up to him. 

He closes his eyes. “Aishiteruyo, otōsan.”

He feels Leo stiffen. His heart stutters beneath Casey's ear.

Then—“Heh...” he chuckles wetly. He drops a kiss into Casey's hair. “Te quiero, hijo.”

In the safety of the underground, under the watchful eyes of his family (in whatever form they may take), Casey feels safe. Warm. Loved.

There's no need for bravery here. In his father's arms, he doesn't have to be.

Casey falls asleep with a smile.

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Chapter 1: So Much More

Ingredients: man handling(?), pistol whipping, creepy whumper, alluded future noncon

Not even two weeks after shifting into his new house, Matthew's worst fear was coming true. He had always been so paranoid of this happening, but the one time he let his guard down-- that one time was all it took for it to happen.

"Don't you dare try to run." The man whispered with a rasp. Matt gagged as the stench of sweat and alcohol suddenly hit him hard in the nose. Yet, he had worse things to worry about.

"Sit." The raggedy man in his backseat had a gun pointed straight at his head, looking crazy enough to shoot him too.

Matt's legs felt like jelly as he slid behind the steering wheel, closing the car door.

"How far away do you live?"

Matt paled. He had expected the man to ask him to drop him off at his place and then hopefully just leave him alone.

"Why do you want to know?" His voice was a frightened whisper.

Matt yelped as the man smacked the pistol barrel into his cheek. Digging the metal further in, the man leaned forward as he growled. "Did I give you permission to ask questions? You will just fucking answer my questions and do as I say. Do. You. Fucking. Understand?"

Matt whimpered. "Plea--"

"I asked you a fucking question." He shoved Matt's face against the window, digging the pistol deep enough that Matt felt sure it'd shatter his teeth.

On the verge of tears, Matt cried out. "Yes yes! I'll- I'll do whatever the hell you want me to do. Just don't hurt me. Please- please stop. I--" The pressure abruptly lifted and Matt's breathing slowed. "Th- thank you."

Matt saw the grinning reflection of the man in the window and shuddered. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

"Take me wherever you live. Start driving. It doesn't matter how many people there are, I'll deal with them. If I find out you're taking me somewhere else, I'll give you the slowest most painful death imaginable, yea?"

Matt nodded, throat too busy holding back sobs. He was glad he was living alone. If his mother would still be with him... Taking a deep shaky breath, Matt put on his seatbelt then started the car, driving out of the supermarket parking lot. He had no illusions about being able to deceive the man and decided to simply obey until he could grab his chance. Maybe build up enough trust? Matt glanced at the man's reflection in the windshield again, blurrier now that there were more lights around. The man didn't really look the trusting type. Matt wished he could at least ask about who he was, but maybe it was a good thing to not know.

A ruffle of clothes in the backseat and the man took out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a match procured from the other pocket.

Matt scrunched his nose. "Not in the car--" His voice came out as a squeak, trailing off when the man raised his gun hand again. "Could you maybe open the windows at least? Please. I don't wanna suffocate to death before I can even drive you to my house--"

"Our house."

"What?"

The man took a long slow drag from his cigarette, blowing smoke everywhere. Matt struggled not to cough. "Do you think giving up your life is worth me answering this question for you?"

Annoyed, Matt turned his focus back to the road.

"I asked you a ques-"

Matt took a sharp turn, throwing both of them towards the right. The man took the brunt of it, smacking his head against the window. Serves him right. Matt smirked, safe in his seatbelt.

"Stop the car." The man ordered, too calm and collected.

Matt shivered. Why exactly had he tried that again? Afraid to fan his angry flames any further, Matt obliged, slowly stopping the car on the side of the road. A few speedy cars periodically whizzed by, all too busy to pay attention to his sorry plight.

"Open the door and step out. Leave the key inside."

Matt finally felt hopeful. The man had given up on him and was now going to take his car and fuck off. Good riddance. Matt stepped out of the car, ready to break into a run at any moment.

The man too opened the door on his side and stepped out. However, instead of turning back to the car, the man stood facing him.

The man frowned when he noticed the smallest hint of a relieved smile on his face. "Did you really think you could run free this easy? You're stupider than I expected."

Before the words could sink in, the man slammed the butt of his pistol against the same side of his face as before. Dazed, Matt crumpled to the ground with a whine, cradling his throbbing cheek. With a kick to the chest, the man turned him around to lying on his back.

As Matt coughed and scrambled to get back on his feet, the man's shoe landed on his neck, digging in with enough pressure to lock his breath. Matt clawed at his leg, desperate to get it off as he gasped in fruitless empty breaths. Matt began seeing spots in his vision as his head grew lighter, limbs seizing up. Through bleary eyes, he stared up at the looming figure atop him with the gun pointed straight at his head. Why the fuck was he so unlucky today?

Frown growing deeper, the man loosened his hold, enough to let him suck in a couple lungful of breaths. "I'd kill you right now, y'know." The man started when he was sure Matt had recovered enough to listen. "I was about to just now. I had it all envisioned in my head. But then I realised your kind doesn't deserve the fate."

Matt dared to hope again. Maybe the man had finally taken pity on him.

"It deserves something so much different." The man slowly crouched down, gently sliding his shoe off him and back to the ground. "Yes." The man stroked his bruised cheek, thumb slipping up to wipe away his tears. His voice was raspier... almost husky now... "Something as pretty as you deserves so much more."

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thinking about aster giving angel a piercing 😔 maybe she already has her ears done but she saw a really pretty picture on Pinterest of someone who had a little nose ring or stud and she just wants one 😔 she shows him and is all "look how pretty! isn't it so cute :(" and he agrees, looking over her shoulder at her phone and saying how he likes the stone 😔 then he glances over at her nose and says "i could do that for you, if you wanted" and she's looking up like "what? really? you do that?" and he nods, he says "it's not my main specialty, but I'm good at it" and he's a little smirky as always 😔 and she's a little surprised but definitely thinking about it, but he takes her silence as not liking the idea so he's quickly saying "or if you don't want me to, of course one of the other boys could do it so i could hold your hand" just being so sweet 😔and she says "no, if I got one I would only want you to do it, no one else" and he knows that's the same thing she said about her tattoo but he's still so 🥹 hearing her say that 😔 then she's really thinking about it, she's looking at different jewelery colors and gems really thinking about what she wants 😔 then one day after work she goes to the shop like usual and Harry's just finishing cleaning and getting locked up, he stops to give her a quick kiss then says "I'll be right with you, I just have to grab one thing from the back okay?" and he goes off to get whatever he needed, she's sooo nervous because she knows what she's about to ask for so she's trying to occupy herself by looking at the pictures on the walls 😔 he comes back with a few papers and gets them filed at the main desk then he's heading towards her saying "ready to go?" and she nods absently, not really listening, and ofc he notices she's a little off right away so he says "what's the matter sweet girl?" coming up to stand behind her and look at the pictures she's staring at 😔 (1)

she takes a deep breath and says all in a rush "will you pierce my nose for me?" and she's so nervous she's basically holding her breath waiting for his answer 😔 he puts his hands on her shoulders and turns her around slowly to look at her, he ducks down to meet her eyes and says "of course I will, told you I'd give you whatever you want didn't i?" and she nods, finally feeling brave she looks up at him and says "i want it tonight, please?" and he can tell she's so nervous but he's so proud of her for telling him what she wants even though it's scary 😔 he says "of course, let's go back to a room, hm?" and leads her down the hall 😔he helps her get settled on the chair and says "do you know which one you want? I know you were looking through some ideas, did you pick one out or not yet?" and she nods, pulling up a picture of what she wants😔 he's smiling saying "you're so prepared, you've been ready for this for a while haven't you?" and she nods, blushing a little, but he just says "I like that, it makes my job easier" trying to joke with her because he can tell she's a little bit scared 😔 but he goes to get the stud that matches the most closely to the picture she has, and ofc it's a little one with gold metal and a baby pink stone 😔 he's smiling because that's just soooo her and he comes back in the room saying "like this?" showing it to her and her eyes light up 😔 she says "yes, exactly like that!" and she's so excited 😔 (2)

he's smiling too and he says "okay, why don't you get comfortable for me and I'll get ready on my end?" so she does, and as he's washing his hands he calls over "if you want you can play some music, a lot of people like to do that" so she's going through her phone for a playlist that will be calming 😔 when she picks one and is all settled in, he comes back over and sits on the stool by her 😔 he's talking her through the whole process letting her know everything that's gonna happen so she feels less anxious 😔 he's putting the gloves on and he can tell she looks nervous so he says "we don't have to do this if you're not ready baby, we can do it a different day?" and she shakes her head saying "I'm ready, I want it I'm just scared" and he smiles gently saying "I know, and I think you're very brave" and that finally gets a little smile out of her 😔 then she says "okay I'm ready, can you just do it before I get too scared?" and he laughs again saying of course 😔 he has her lean her head against the chair, then makes the little dot with the marker and holds up a mirror for her to look 😔 she says it looks good, so he gets everything ready and ofc he hides the needle until the last second so she doesn't see it 😔he tells her to look at his face and not his hands, just telling her to focus on his eyes 😔he asks "want me to count?" and she thinks for a second before shaking her head saying "just do it, i don't want to know just do it" so he nods and says "keep looking at my eyes, I promise it'll be so so quick, just a little pinch okay?" and before she can do it she says "wait wait, let me-" and she puts her hand on his knee😔 she says "i know I can't hold your hand but is this okay?" and he says of course it is 😔 (3)

then he says "okay, i want you to keep looking at my eyes and wiggle your toes" and he'll never ever tell her but that's what he tells younger kids when he occasionally does ear piercings 😔 and she does what he says and then he goes for it 😔 she lets out a little whimpered gasp and he feels so bad, he's saying "i know, I know, I'm almost done, just keep wiggling your toes for me" and before she can even take another breath it's done and the needle is out 😔 her eyes are watering so much and she's kind of embarrassed saying "I'm not crying, it doesn't hurt too much my eyes are just-" and he cuts her off saying "that's totally normal, happens almost every time I do one of these" and that makes her feel better 😔 he gets the needle disposed of then says "ready to look?" and she's so excited, he holds up the mirror and he can see how much she loves it right away 😔she's tilting her head all different ways just so in awe of how pretty it looks 😔 she reaches up to touch it but he catches her wrist gently, pulling it away from her face and kissing the back of her hand saying "can't touch yet, we have to clean it off first" and she's a little embarrassed but he says "that's okay, I'd do the same if it were me, it looks so pretty" and she nods, still looking in the mirror 😔 (4)

when he's cleaning it off he sees her wince and he says "I know, promise this is the worst part" but it's over before she knows it and then they're all done 😔 he's so proud of her he can't help but give her a kiss and tell her how much he loves her 😔 the whole way home he keeps glancing over and smiling, when she says "what?" he just grins and says "you were already pretty, but this just- i don't know, it really... it's gorgeous on you" and she's blushing 😔 they home and he helps her clean it before bed, giving her so many kisses and telling her over and over how proud he is 😔 she can't stop looking in the mirror and she gets a little blushy when he notices but he just hugs her from behind and looks over her shoulder, giving her a little kiss on the ear and saying "it's perfect... you're perfect" 😔😔😔🤕 (last part istg this better go thru 😤😤)

wait:((((( while I don't think shed ever get her nose pierced or anything like that this really is so sweet:( like hes just so gentle w her and like asking her to wiggle her toes for him and he'd never ever tell her thats what he has younger kids do when they come in for ears or something:( and stopping her from touching it but its okay bc he thinks it looks sooooo pretty too:(((((((( AND HIM:((( JUST LOOKING AT HER WHILE HES DRIVING HOME;(((( AND SHES ALL SHY AND WHAT:( AND SHE WAS ALREADY SO PRETTY BUT.....SHE JUST....ITS SO GORGEOUS SO PERFECT FOR HER:((((((( im sooooo :( over how sweet he is him literally so sick 🤕 bestie you are....in the hall of fame:(