#mama bear coffee mug

[oreo-creampie]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 • Ever the light sleeper Toji quickly wakes up to you slipping the covers off him. His ire turns to interest when you divulge your lewd intentions of sucking his cock.

𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 • 2.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 • pwp, cock drunk!reader, pussydrunk!toji, oral (giving), praise, sucking toji's balls, daddy, mama/good girl/princess, thigh riding, some begging, dacryphilia, no prep, light pain kink, heavy size kink - toji is a beefy man with a big daddy cock, some choking, creampie, hints of mind break, squirting, some mirror sex, toji is so soft for you and is fucking you like he hates you

toji-bear all works

Quietly setting down Toji's bitter, black coffee on your side table. You climb into bed, carefully slipping your comforter, revealing Toji’s chiseled, fat pecs, and his deeply contoured abs.

Toji grabs your blanket, grumbling, shifting from his side onto his back. You freezing, waiting for Toji to settle and his grasp to loosen. Seconds trickle by of you freely admiring him.

His thin, dark eyebrows furrowed above narrow, almond-shaped eyes. Which are lightly lined by his ever-present dark circles. Dark, bold hickeys trail between Toji's sharply defined clenching jaw and prominent collarbones. There are more scattered on his pecs.

Loosening his grip, slipping his hand beneath his pillow. Sleep roughens Toji’s deep and otherwise smooth voice. “Whatcha ya want?” Opening his eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald green. Toji's lips scar deepens with his sleepy, cocky half-smirk.

Desperately mewling, “Need you Daddy.” Gliding your fingertips down his hard abdomen. “I’m soaking through my panties, been thinking of your cock since I woke up. Couldn’t keep my hands to myself much longer.” Gathering your comforter to the side by the wall and window.

Toji pushes himself up, stuffing more pillows behind himself. You settle between Toji's muscular thighs, whilst he reaches for his coffee. "How badly does my future baby mama need me? " You push aside the curtains of your bedside window. Showing the forest composing your backyard.

Casting golden light across the bed. Gliding your fingers along the deep middle line of Toji's abdomen. Tracing down towards his v-line, whilst he sips on his coffee. Grasping Toji's heavy cock, too thick for your fingers to wrap around.

You croon, "You've been pressing your naked body against me all night. Been driving me crazy Daddy. Need you so badly I can't think of doing anything else but being your cum-filled cock-sleeve." Holding him upright, kissing the ridged line of Toji's cockhead whilst fondling his balls.

Gliding his fat head into your mouth, swirling your tongue. Toji falters, groaning, "That's it princess. You're hot, wet mouth 's so good. Fuckin' take Daddy deeper, know ya can." Bobbing your head, taking most of Toji’s heavy, fat cock. One of his thick veins glides along your flattened tongue.

Relaxing your mouth, deep-throating most of Toji. Swirling your hand around the rest you can't fit. Groaning his hips buck from the vibrations. You gently massage your fingers into his warm, squishy balls.

There's a clink of the mug hitting the side table. Looking up at Toji's handsome face. A crease forms between his thin furrowing brows. His lips form the perfect o. Your pussy throbs from Toji's raw groans, and breathy, deep moans.

"Ngh fuck princess! Deep throat Daddy's cock. Good girl, you're so fucking sexy." Hungrily watching you with emerald eyes.

Jerking his hip, trying to follow your lips as you slide him out with a pop. Gliding, twisting your fist along Toji's veiny, thick cock. Swiping your thumb over his head, smearing his pre-cum.

You croon, "You're leaking so much Daddy, your balls must be full of so much cum." Letting go of Toji's balls, wrapping your lips around him. Swirling your tongue around his fat, warm sack. Pumping your fist faster, as Toji digs his heels into your bed.

Groaning with a mouthful of Toji's balls. "Gonna give you every drop princess. After I finish my coffee I'm going to stuff your beautiful soaking wet, little cunt." You let go of Toji's balls, kissing them.

Protesting, "You haven't even taken more than a few sips." Holding Toji's heavy cock upright, spitting on his cock. Slipping your head between your thighs. Gliding your fingertips through your wet lips. Gathering your slick which you smear on your clit with each stroke.

Toji rests his large, heavy hand on top of your head, rhetorically wondering, "How can I? I'm too busy enjoying your hot, wet, pretty mouth on my cock and balls." You're suckling his cockhead, the salty taste of Toji's pre-cum coating your tongue.

Gliding him deeper into your mouth. Gagging, your throat squeezes his cock. Thrusting his hips up, pushing your head down. Forcing the last two, fat inches of his cock into your mouth.

Rubbing your clit faster, choking on Toji's cock getting you off. Tears blur the sight of Toji's pleasure-drunk expression. Earning a deep, raspy moan from Toji,

"Wanna see those pretty tears, cry for me, princess. Cry 'cause Daddy's cock is too big for your little mouth." Holding your head still with both large hands. Toji splays his fingers out, reaching your temple and your jaw.

Planting his feet on the bed, fervently thrusting his hard cock into the wet, warmth of your mouth. Spit drips down your chin. Trembling from the pleasure of rubbing your clit.

Toji groans, "That's it mama." Whilst fat tears trickle down your face, dripping onto him. Pulling you off his cock, grasping his length, pumping it with his large fist. Your breathing is heavy, as quick as you try to steady before divulging,

"Need you to fuck me till I squirt! I wanna cum so hard on your cock. Daddy you always make my pussy feel so good, it's so much better when you make me cum with your cock." Toji lightly taps his cock on your lips.

"S' that right princess? Do you need to cum on Daddy's cock?" You lightly press one finger after another into his squishy balls. Repeating the process at a steady, smooth pace.

You eagerly plead with Toji, "Wanna be full of Daddy's cock and cum. Please let me cum on your fat, veiny cock." Toji grabs his coffee as you glide his cock deep into your throat. Groaning before he could take a sip.

Pulling you off his cock, insisting, "If you want more of my cock then you're gonna have't be a good girl for me and ride my thigh. Put on a beautiful show n' let me see how stunning you are cumming while I drink my coffee." You slip his cock out, which falls onto his balls with a soft plop.

Leaning forward, kissing his cheek. Splaying your fingers on his chest, groping his fat pecs. You straddle his thigh, whilst reassuring him with,

"I'll be good and clean up my mess afterward." Toji grabs your hip, encouraging you to grind your clit on his brawny thigh, smearing your slick on his thigh. You're mewling and moaning with every shift of your hips.

Toji groping your cheek, letting you set your own zealous pace whilst keeping you steady. "You going to lick my cock clean after I make you squirt mama?" Holding onto Toji's muscular bicep digging in your nails.

Sliding your other hand down his abdomen, towards his cock slipping your hand underneath, cupping his balls. "Cock and balls, won't miss a single spot Daddy." Lightly fondling them in your palm.

Toji kisses your forehead. "That's my good girl." Rocking your hips faster, desperate for that tingling high of cum. Leaning forward putting more pressure on your sensitive clit.

He glides his large hand up from your ass, over your hip. "You're hot grinding your super soaker pussy on my thigh. Can't wait to have your soft little cunt gripping my cock, making such a mess." Caressing up your side to your breasts. Swiping his thumb over your nipple.

There is a pleasurable from the roughness of his finger. Calloused from years of fighting, and labor on your soft nipple pushing you closer towards cumming. "I want your cock right after this, I don't care if it's too much. I need to feel you fucking my cervix. Nnng Daddy fill my soaking cunt with more cock than I can handle." Toji's cock is drooling pre-cum onto your hand.

Grasping his head, swirling your thumb over his wet head, smearing his pre-cum around. Whilst Toji takes a huge gulp of his coffee. Lightly wrapping his thick fingers around your neck.

You mewl one last plea, "I'll be a good girl and take it all! I'm so close please fuck me Daddy!" Pushing the last bit of air out of your lust. Whilst he gradually applies pressure to your neck.

Toji flexes his thigh, the muscles hardening underneath your clit. Any cries you wouldn't he stifles, leaving you soundless with your mouth hanging open. Your eyes roll back as intense ecstasy overwhelms you as you cum.

Roughly setting his mug down, Toji snaps, "Fuck the rest of my coffee. Have't fuck your beautiful ass now." He pushes you off his thighs. Pinning you to the bed as you thoughtlessly, instantly spread your legs for him.

Rutting his hips, rubbing your clit with his fat, warm cockhead. "Good girl, spreading your legs so quickly for me." Lining himself up, "Gonna make you my baby mama." Loosening his grasp as he thrusts his cock past your puffy lips.

Clenching down on him, your pussy barely spreading to let him in. "I fucking love it when she's too tight to let me in, all sensitive and sloppy from cumming." Grabbing your thighs, pressing your folded legs to the mattress in a firm mating press. Toji leans his weight onto you, gliding himself deeper with a harsh push.

Mewling, "Too big, don't stop." Holding onto Toji, scratching his back, pulling his hair.

He grunts, "Your squishy, beautiful little pussy just barely fits me. Want me to fuck her loose with my fat cock till you're dripping my cum?" You can acutely feel every puffy vein, along with the ridged bump of his cockhead. Gliding along your g-spot, the heaviness of his cock gives just the right amount of pressure.

It's too erotic, his raspy, deep groans, your squelching cunt, and the slapping of skin. The weight of his heavy balls hitting your cheeks. Whilst his navel swipes your clit with every thrust.

Squeezing his fat cock with your soaking wet cunt. Toji trembles, his cocky smirk dropping into an o. "Oooohhh fuck! Fuck! Princess your beautiful little cunt is too much." Leaning back, swiping your clit with his thumb. Coaxing you towards cumming towards quickly cumming again. Tingling pleasure spreads from your clit, seeping throughout your body overwhelming you.

Babbling, mewling, "Wanna cum! Wanna cum! Needa cum! Daddy! Don't stop!" Toji keeps his rough, quick pace, steady. "Right there!" You're pussy throbs around him. Bursts of intense ecstasy from his cock head rutting against your squishy cervix building a heavy wet pressure.

"You're getting so close she's quivering around me. Cum on your Daddy's cock like a good girl." Those words have you gushing. "Nng love how I can make your pussy cum so quickly." Stroking your clit, fucking you through your high. As you mewl,

“I love you too Daddy!” Quickly Toji pulls out, his muscular frame trembling. Half smirking at you, his green eyes lush with adoration. Whilst he breaths,

“Shit princess! You can't make me cum just yet. Don’t want to stop fucking your hot, squelching little cunt. I fucking love ya so much princess, gonna make me cum saying that shit to me.” Flipping you over, pulling your hips up, and spreading your legs.

Lining himself up, tightly grasping your throat, pulling you back to meet his harsh thrust. “What did you do to me mama? Got me going all soft for you and your little pretty super soaker.” Slapping both your cheeks, jerking away from every heavy, stinging slap.

His hand around your throat keeps you from running away. "You're gonna be a good girl for me and take it." Wrapping his arm around your waist. "Can't run away from me if I hold your ass in the air and fuck my cock into your sweet little cunt." With ease Toji slips off the bed, holding your body to his, his cock buried deep in your cunt.

Holding you in front of your vanity mirror. "You're going to watch how good your little pretty cock sleeve takes my cock." Your pussy flutters at the blurry sight of your smaller body pinned to Toji's brawny sculpted muscular one.

Air trickles into your lungs as Toji lets go of your neck. He grabs you're the back of your thighs, spreading your legs apart. Your pussy flutters from seeing Toji suspending you in a mating press.

There is a thick ring of your juices gathering at the base of Toji's cock. Your face is wet with tears, whilst the inside of your thighs is slick. Matching Toji's glimmering wet cock and balls.

Admiring Toji fervently fucking his cock into your soaking wet cunt. You're beautiful, trembling in his grasp. Wearing a love-drunk, adoring expression akin to his.

"We look so good together don't we princess? Look at what a beautiful mess you are, drunk on my cock." Quickly you wind your arms around him, slipping a hand into his hair. Holding onto him, as Toji's pace gradually picks up momentum.

Fucking his cockhead into your plushy cervix. As if trying to push past into your guts. Toji is so achingly handsome. Pulling himself out till his head is making your lips puffy with his head. Too fat to slip out easily.

Rocking himself deep into your cunt with a loud squelch. It's mouthwatering watching Toji's veiny, pale cock gliding past your lips. The sight of him is nothing compared to how he feels inside of you.

Heavy, thick, soft, hard you could tell the placement of every thick vein whilst he balls deep inside. The part you can't help but obsess over the most is the soft texture of Toji's cock rubbing your sensitive pussy contrasts with how rock-hard he is when you clamp down.

You mewl, "Harder daddy! Fuck me harder!" Prompting him to pin you to the bed. Grasping your ass, which hangs off the bed. Keeping you in a mating press, trapping your legs with his weight as he leans over you.

Toji plants his feet harshly rutting himself into you. Grabbing your hair, pulling your head back, kissing you roughly. Parting your lips, he slips his tongue past, tasting of bitter coffee.

Groaning into Toji's mouth. Getting off on how primal it is to be pinned, spread, and fucked into, unable to wiggle away. He breaks the kiss, drunken confessing,

"Mmnn princess, I fucking love you so damn much. So beautiful, sweet, soft, and wet, I love you so fucking damn much. That's it princess I got ya, gonna spoil you, give you everything you want." Your bed protests, creaking, threatening to break.

You're drunk on Toji, he's everywhere saturating your senses. "Too much!" Breathing in Toji's musky scent of lingering the Sauvage cologne you bought him with his money.

All you could feel is Toji's warm, muscular body pressing against yours. His large hands are on your hips, sinking into the soft crease of your hip.

His cock is too hard, fucking your plush cervix, pain underlines the pleasure. Clawing at the sheets trying to help you psychically comprehend the intensity of Toji. He lets go of your hips, his weight keeping you from running away from his harsh, quick thrusts.

Grabbing your wrists, pinning them above your head. Propping his foot up on the edge of the bed gives Toji a better angle to thrust deeper inside you. His cockhead bruises your cervix with every harsh, quick, bed-rocking thrust.

Toji is fucking you like he hates you and simultaneously groaning sweet nothings. "Princess you're doing so good taking my cock. Relax mama, Daddy 's gonna take care of you. You can take my cock like a good girl." You're squirting on him thick slick trickling down your thighs. Coating Toji's throbbing cock and drenching his heavy balls.

One of his veins pulses seconds before warm creamy cum trickles inside you. Fucking you through his peak, smearing his cum. "Goddamn mama that was a lot for me good girl." Kissing the top of your head, wrapping your arms around him.

Toji insists "Lemme hold ya whilst I go soft, then eat some breakfast.” Toji grabs your hips lifting you off your bed. Which he climbs onto, settling by the window.

[youunravelme]

to all the girls you loved before part 3

author's note: thanks for all the kind words you left in the last two parts!! to everyone who wanted to be tagged but didn’t, i tried and tumblr wouldn’t let me, for some reason. :(

pairing: single dad!mat barzal x reader

summary: being a nanny for rich people was probably the worst thing that ever happened to you, until you started working for mat.

warnings: children, rich people, volatile/toxic relationship

day thirty two

"you look rough."

maybe it was the look on your face, or maybe it was your slouched shoulders. either way, mat almost immediately offered you a cup of coffee instead of apologizing.

"my roommate kept me up with her midnight hijinks. i couldn't sleep."

mat grimaced and all but shoved the cup of coffee in your hands. "i know i say this every day, but if you need to nap when ella goes down, the guest room is open."

you took a sip, cringing at the black coffee, but grateful for it anyway. "i might take you up on that offer."

"when you say 'hijinks'..." he trailed off.

"she was fucking someone really loudly. has been for awhile now," you said as you plopped down on the couch, some of the coffee spilling out of the mug and onto your fingers.

"must be nice," mat grumbled. he gestured to ella who was sitting on the floor with toys in a pack in play. "i haven't gotten any since before ella."

"you expect me to be shocked by that?" he stared at you blankly. "mat, i would know if you were seeing someone. mainly because i'm here more than you are."

he opened his mouth to protest, but sat down on the couch next to you. "touche."

"what time do you have to be at practice today?"

a quick glance at his watch told you it was later than he anticipated when he all but jumped off the couch and ran back to his room.

"running late?" you managed to croak out between laughs.

mat poked his head back into the living room with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "just a little."

"are you driving or is tito picking you up?"

"ee-o," he called from the bathroom. you could only surmise that you were meant to understand that tito was the one driving today.

and like he was summoned, tito burst through the front door and ignored your presence in favor of cooing at ella.

"are you a sweet girl?" he asked. she didn't pay him any attention, more enraptured with the book in front of her. tito huffed and looked at you. "why is she in baby jail?"

you couldn't stop yourself, a laugh slipped out. "baby jail?"

"it's a pack and play, tito," mat said from the bathroom. "and she's in there because she's safe while i get ready."

"then what are you paying mary poppins here for?" tito joked.

"i don't disturb happy babies," you shrugged.

it was silent for a moment. you and tito held eye contact before he moved to sit on the couch next to you. "you've trained him well," he whispered. "didn't think he had a paternal bone in his body."

you didn't know what it was about tito that always had you smiling. maybe it was the fact that he was so at ease all the time. or the earnest attitude he had. or maybe it was the diehard loyalty to mat. or it could've just been that he was fun to be around.

"give him some credit," you said. "he's made a lot of changes in the past month."

"no denying there. the whole team can see it. you've been good for him, momma bear."

you almost shot off the couch. "mama bear?"

"tito," mat groaned from his place in the bathroom. "i thought i told you not to call her that."

the man in question looked unbothered. "you can't say you wouldn't go mama bear on someone for ella."

you opened and closed your mouth before looking down and ignoring him entirely. a quick glance at the clock on your phone had you changing the subject. "aren't you supposed to be leaving now?"

"we would if mat would stop fixing his hair," tito snipped. he turned his head towards the hallway bathroom. "your hair is going into a helmet, mathew. we're not going to the met gala."

mat came out dressed in all black with his hair looking....

the exact same as it did seven minutes ago.

"what the hell took you so long?" tito asked. "you look like you always do. with the amount of time it took you to get ready, i was hoping you would've looked better."

mat flipped off tito, but other than that, ignored him entirely. he walked over to where ella was and picked her up, kissing the top of her head when she curled into his chest. "i'll be back later, ella bean. i love you."

your ears heard everything, but the moment felt private, so you pretended like someone was texting you something important at 7:30 in the morning. the phone had your focus until mat called your name; you looked up almost immediately.

"i'll be back in a few hours."

day thirty four

"i'm so glad you're here," mat said as soon as he opened up the door. you walked in, albeit hesitantly, waiting for someone or something to jump out at you. there weren't many times when someone was actually excited to see you. though, you supposed, all that changed when you met mat.

"what happened? is ella okay?" you asked warily.

he smiled. "she's great! she's in the pack and play while i got ready. are you okay? how are you?"

"i'm fine?...look are you okay? you seem, hyper."

mat shrugged. "just excited. i have a surprise for you."

you blinked once. twice. three times. until the words finally registered with you. "a surprise?" you'd only known him for a month, how did he know you well enough to surprise you?

it was like a switch flipped and suddenly mat was rubbing the back of his neck and walking over to ella to find something to do. "well yeah," he said. "i know you said you didn't really know anything about hockey, so i thought you could come to the game today."

you opened your mouth to reply but he cut you off.

"an--and you could bring jason! i have two tickets, one for you, one for him."

"what about ella?" you asked. "her sleep schedule might be affected."

"i thought about that, but i talked to matt martin and he said sydney, his wife, had done it. worse comes to worst, we can set up a pack and play in the box and she could sleep there for the time being."

you looked at him, and really looked at him. usually, mat was full of confidence, walked around like he owned the place (which in this case, he kinda did). but now? he would barely meet your eye and kept rubbing the back of his neck like he had an itch there.

"i'll go!" you said to finally put him out of his misery. "i just--what do you wear to a hockey game?"

mat's eyes lit up like a kid on christmas. "you can wear my jersey!" you must've had a look on your face because he quickly backtracked. "or tito's! if you want."

"no!" you said before you could stop yourself. "no, i'll wear your jersey. i know you better anyway." you weren't sure what it was but the poorly concealed panic on mat's face did something to make you agree. jason probably wouldn't like it, but you could probably explain that everyone wore jerseys at games. it wasn't that big of a deal.

"great," mat smiled. "that's--that's great."

and it was. you stayed at mat's apartment until it was time to leave for the game. you were dressed in your jeans and threw mat's jersey over your shirt, when jason texted that he was outside. you tossed on a coat. you grabbed ella who was decked out in a mini barzal jersey and sweat pants and sitting in her car seat. you made a quick grab for the diaper bag before locking up.

you met jason down at his car where he sat in the driver's seat. he didn't get out to open the back seat for ella, the most he did was unlock the car. when you finally got her situated, you got in the front seat, not sparing him a glare at his lack of help.

"thanks for the assistance," you bit out.

"i didn't know what you wanted me to do. i'm not a mind reader!" jason snapped back as he pulled the car away from the curb. "besides, it's just a baby car seat, it's not like you couldn't handle it."

"it would've been nice had you even offered to grab the diaper bag or offered any help at all."

jason scoffed. "whatever."

not a word was spoken outside of ella's babbling in the back seat.

by the time the three of you arrived at the arena, you were hopeful that you could act like nothing happened. you got out of the car, and put the baby carrier on while jason grabbed the diaper bag. you quickly got ella situated in the carrier and put on the lanyard mat gave you, handing jason's to him.

the three of you started walking towards the arena. everything was fine until another fan made a comment when you got inside.

he pointed at you and shouted. "a house divided, eh?"

you furrowed your brows. what the hell was he talking about? you turned and looked at jason who was doing his best to look as confused as you were and failing horribly.

he was wearing a rangers jersey.

to the rangers and isles game.

when you were invited by mat.

you clenched your jaw and kept walking, not wanting to make a scene in front of everyone.

by the time you made it inside the box, you were fuming. you wanted so badly to scream at him for being a dick, but another part of you said he was allowed to wear a jersey for a team he liked. after all, that's what you were doing, right?

right?

not that you really had time to think about it because the prettiest woman you think you'd ever seen came bounding over to you with the whitest smile you'd ever seen in real life.

"hi!" she said. "i'm sydney, mat's told us so much about you and miss ella."

you introduced yourself and did your best to smile back, though you're not sure if it was convincing. "this is my boyfriend, jason."

for a moment, just a flicker of a second, the smile on sydney's face faltered. it was so quick you almost second guessed yourself that it ever happened in the first place. "i'm really excited you're here, we love new company." she grabbed you by the arm in a gentle way but with a strong enough grip that you knew you really had no other option. "let me introduce you to everyone!"

after introductions, you found yourself and ella a seat. you pulled her out of the carrier before taking the carrier and your coat off. an action you almost immediately regretted.

"are you fucking serious?" you heard jason say. you turned with ella in your arms to see his normally pale face burning red. "you're wearing his jersey?"

there were no words coming to your mind. the two of you had argued before, but you had never seen him this volatile before.

in a flash, he was in front of you yelling as spit flew from his mouth. you didn't even register what he was saying, how could you when ella was crying? all you remembered was mumbling an apology over and over but that only served to make him angrier.

it wasn't until sydney literally got between you two that he stopped screaming. he looked around to see everyone staring at the two of you and threw his hands up in the air. "you know what?" he said. "fuck you, i'm leaving. you can find another way home."

sydney was in front of you, trying to calm you and ella down but you couldn't hear anything over the blood rushing in your ears.

jason was never the nicest boyfriend, but he'd never been that angry before. you'd never been scared of him before.

"here," sydney said. "let's get you some water."

"ella's upset--"

"because she knows you're upset. once you calm down, you can calm her down."

you nodded and let her sit you in a chair and bring you a glass of water. once your hands stopped shaking, you were able to bring ella to your chest and rub her back in the way you knew she liked.

"i'm sorry," you said.

sydney just tilted her head in confusion. "what for?"

"i brought him here, i didn't know he'd act like that--"

"honey, you are not responsible for a grown man's reaction to a stupid jersey." she pulled her chair closer to yours. "so let's just put all of that on the back burner and enjoy the game, okay?"

you nodded and turned your attention back to the rink where the players were warming up. ella yawned and snuggled into your chest when it hit you.

you forgot the pack and play.

"shit."

"honey, i told you it's okay--"

"no," you laughed. "it's just i forgot the pack and play so my boyfriend isn't gonna be the only who's mad at me by the end of tonight."

sydney, despite the implications of your statement, smiled. "she'll live," she said. "mine have definitely missed bedtime before and they're turning out alright. just means tomorrow might be a little difficult."

"thanks, sydney.'

"anytime!"

the two of you turned your attention to the rink where the game was beginning. occasionally, you'd get up and bounce ella around the suite, but for the most part, she was content as long as she was in your arms. by the time the second period was over, the isles were tied with the rangers 1-1.

ella had long since fallen asleep in the carrier with her thumb in her mouth. the tears were long gone by then, both of you having calmed down significantly since the start of the game. though now your heart was racing due to the intensity of the game instead of the screaming of your boyfriend.

despite your anger at him earlier, and the fear you felt before he left, you still found yourself checking your phone periodically for any text or missed call he might've left.

nothing.

you were so focused, you nearly missed mat's one goal of the night but your attention was brought to the game when you heard sydney shout his name.

you smiled as you watched him celebrate his goal, skating around the rink and shouting. you were too high up to see if he smiled the same way he did when he looked at ella, with that same look of pride. maybe you'd come back to another game to see it up close and personal for yourself.

the isles won 2-1.

sydney, ella, and you waited in the suite until the stands had mostly cleared out, then the three of you made your way down to the locker rooms. ella was out like a light, and you couldn't blame her. you were out later than you had been in months.

you and sydney made small talk while you waited for mat and matt. you watched as other players greeted their friends and family, smiling at the hugs and kisses going around.

it wasn't until matt martin came out that the tears started coming back. the way his face lit up at the sight of his wife, the kiss her gave her that was almost too inappropriate for a public place--

you would've given anything to be loved like that.

in the two years you'd dated jason, you couldn't remember him ever looking at you like that, like you were his entire universe.

you cleared your throat and rubbed at your eyes just in time for mat and tito to walk out.

"mama bear!" tito called. he started to jog over but slowed down when he saw ella asleep in the carrier.

mat, however, looked you over. his brows pulled together and his lips turned down in a small frown. it didn't make sense on the face of someone who shot the game winning goal.

but it made sense for an observant friend who noticed the plus one you came with.

"where's jason?" he asked.

"i--"

sydney cut in with a smile on her face as she dragged her husband over. "this is mat's nanny, babe. the one i was telling you about?"

you could've kissed her feet for the change in subject.

"nice to meet you in person, finally. barzy over here talks about you and ella all the time." matt stuck his hand out to shake, ignoring the glares of the other mat.

"well, we gotta get home to the girls," sydney said. "nice to meet you finally. maybe i'll see you at another game, yeah?" you smiled and nodded and watched as the happy couple walked away.

when they were finally out of sight, you turned your attention back to mat and tito, both whom looked a little too good in their suits.

"where's jason?" mat asked for the second time now that you didn't have another person around to interrupt you.

"he left," was all you said.

"he left you here? alone?"

you nodded. "and he took the car seat."

mat nodded and clenched his jaw while tito glanced back and forth between you two. "i'll drive you home. thankfully, he took the bonus car seat and not the one i use."

you mumbled a small thanks and watched dumbly as he scooped the diaper bag off your shoulder and put it on his own. "mat i can carry it just fine--"

"sounds like you've been carrying enough on your own. i got it."

you had no rebuttal, so you followed him and tito out to the garage. tito parted ways when you reached mat's car. he bid you a silent wave and smile as a form of goodbye and headed to his own vehicle.

you didn't speak until mat started the car. not even when the both of you were loading ella carefully into the car seat or putting the diaper bag in the back. you didn't even say anything when he handed you his phone to plug your address in.

it was silent until you mumbled a small "thank you."

"for what?" he asked.

'"for taking me home. for inviting me to the game even when jason..." you trailed off.

"when jason...?" he implored you to go on. you hesitated. "cmon, you've seen me at my worst, scared about this new baby and raising her. you can trust me."

you sighed. "jason kind of lost his mind tonight and made a huge scene. i tried apologizing to sydney but she wouldn't have it. i'm just sorry that we embarrassed you like that."

mat went real quiet for a second. and in the corner of your eye, you saw his fists grip the steering wheel a little tighter. "what did he say?"

"huh?"

"i saw the look on your face when we came out. he said something that upset you. what did he say?"

and how do you say you didn't remember words just feelings? you couldn't remember the insults he hurled your way, but you remembered the sting of his tone and the burn of his spit and the pure rage in his eyes. you could remember shaking like a leaf during fall and the cries of ella muffled by the jersey with her last name on the back and her father's number on the sleeve.

mat called your name. "i don't remember." he didn't look convinced. "i really don't. he said a lot of things but i blocked most of it out," you said thinking that would placate him.

if anything, it made him angrier.

but he didn't say anything, mainly because your apartment was approaching and he didn't have time. mat parked the car out in front of your building and turned his flashers on.

"you need me to walk you up?" he asked.

you shook your head. "you have ella in the back. i'll be fine."

"text me when you get inside."

any other day, you would've argued with him, but you were just glad someone cared enough about your wellbeing to ask, so you nodded and opened the door.

you got into the elevator, hands wringing themselves together. you wondered what you'd tell your roommate natalie, if you'd tell her anything. but considering how much jason liked to make your relationship business natalie's business, she probably already knew and she probably was waiting on the couch ready to chastise you.

the elevator doors opened at your floor. you walked down the hallway towards your front door. you pulled your phone out, ready to text mat when you heard noises coming from inside your apartment.

your first thought was: intruders. but when listening a little harder, it just sounded like moans. you rolled your eyes and carefully and quietly unlocked the door. only to be confronted with clothes strewn about the living area. natalie's shirt, shorts, socks, all leading on a less than ideal trail to her bedroom. you shouldn't be surprised given how active she's been lately. you just never expected it to be this in your face.

you continued into your apartment, two seconds away from texting mat when you saw it.

a rangers jersey.

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[softstarlite]

The Casualty of Love

CHAPTER 1

Summary: He's back home. You have almost forgotten how warm his eyes were and how big your crush for him was.

Warnings: Age gap (Javier is 40 and reader is 27), mentions of death.

Rating: +18 (Not explicit)

Word Count: 1.5k

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A/N: sorry guys that this one is kind of short, I promise that it is because is the first chapter that I write after almost 4 years without writing anything at all and because I have a terrible big cold bullying me. But I promise that future chapters will be much longer, I hope this one gets you hook up (please remember that English is not my first language) :-))

Divider by @saradika

Javier didn't though he would be waking up in his old bed in his parents house ever again, for him there were only two options, dying on the field in Colombia or working on the DEA until he would be too old and they would force him to retire from the field and he would just live the rest of his days in Miami to be close with the only people he would have then, Steve and Connie.

After everything that happened with the Cali Cartel, Los Pepes and the government of Colombia, the DEA “invited” him into retirement, for a bit he thought about moving to Miami but he couldn't bear thinking about turning his back to his pops again, even more now that he was alone in that big ranch.

“Fuck…” he rises up from the old bed, his back protesting. He makes his way into the kitchen, where his dad is already dressed up and drinking a cup of coffee.

“I made a pot, mijo” Chucho says, signaling with his head towards the coffee maker and sipping.

“Gracias, pa” after two weeks of the same routine, waking up, drinking at least one cup of coffee, getting dressed and spending the day keeping himself busy around the ranch so he wouldn't have to even think, Javi was getting tired of what his life looked like now. He loved his pops with all his heart but between the absence of his mom that was their string of unity and the many years that they've had spend away from each other, he felt like there was always a tension when they were together.

“Mijo, would you mind going into town today to pick a few things up for me?” his dad says while getting up from the kitchen table and putting the empty mug in the sink.

“Sure, pops. Just make me a list and i'll go after feeding the cattle”

Taking the keys out of the ignition and making your way across the parking lot to the little store, your head, more specifically your forehead, collapses with a hard thing.

“ Ouch” you rub your forehead while looking at where your purse has landed.

“Uh, fuck” you hear a masculine but almost familiar voice say from above you. Your gaze comes up to be met with a pair of chocolate brown eyes that you have for sure seen before.

“Ja-Javi?” you say with wide eyes and mouth agape. He mumbles your name like a question, like he can't believe what he's seeing, was it truly you? you looked so… so different, so grown up…

“So it's true, you really are back, eh?” you can feel the corners of your mouth rise a little while you say it.

“Been for two weeks…” his eyes can't help but to roam your body “you… look different…” he says more to himself than you.

“Well, that's what more than a decade does to someone” you chuckle.

“It really has been that long? Mierda…” he runs a hand through his hair.

You suddenly realize that your purse it's still on the floor, so you pick it up. For a few seconds an awkward silence floats between you too, in which you both just stare at each other.

You then realize something, “espera, you´ve been back for two weeks and you haven't been to my mama´s house? She's going to kill you when she finds out, you know it right?” you nervously rub your hands together in front of you.

“Shit, you´re right…” he closes his eyes tightly, “with helping my pops getting the ranch in a better shape and all, i forgot about going to Maria´s…”

“Hey, I'm sure if you explain it to her, she'll understand it. You´ve always been her favorite anyways” you give him a reassuring smile that he reciprocates with another, but somehow it looks like it almost pains him to do so, like he has not given a real one for way too long.

Javier chuckles, “well, after so many years away and only picking up like three of her phone calls a year, i wouldn't bet on been her favorite anymore”

“Yeah… I don't think that could ever be possible. And if the amount of times she talks about his Javiercito are indicating of it, you definitely are on top of the list still” you don't take your eyes off of his, you had almost forgotten how warm they can be and now it was almost impossible to pull yourself away from that warmth.

He changes the subject, still feeling guilty about how much he felt he had abandoned his parents in one of their hardest times in life and also the woman he felt that was like a second mother to him.

María, your mom, was his mom's best friend, they had been since high school. His parents became parents at a very early age, most people in Laredo gave them side eyes and their back for a long time, but your mom never did, she was there even when Alma Peña discovered that she was indeed pregnant and not just sick.

She was even the third person to ever hold him, after his own parents.

Your parents didn't have you until they were 30, so Javier was just like a first born child for your mom for 13 years until she had you.

Alma and Chucho did try to have more children but life had a weird sense of humor and after giving them a son they weren't looking for at such a young age, it decided to not give them anymore children. So when Maria had you, Alma Peña held you in her arms even before your father did and she loved you like her little girl until her last breath.

“How old are you now? You were only like 12 when I left” he shifts from one leg to the other.

“I was actually 15,” you chuckle “don't worry, didn't expect you to remember, you were too busy all the time to even notice me” you say a little fast, trying to hide that the fact hurted you every time you thought about it. “I'm 27 now” you give him a tight smile.

“Almost the age I was when I left. Wow, time really has passed, eh?” he says with an air of sadness in his eyes.

“Yeah, that happens” you feel an awkward tension growing between you so you change the subject fast “so… you're just working on the ranch now?”

“Yeah… pops needs the help anyway, he's getting old. I would rather not see him deal with the ranch chores by himself anymore” he looks at the ground of the parking lot for a brief moment then his gaze rises up again towards you “what are you doing now that you´re not in high school anymore?” he asks you with a tiny smirk.

“I changed one school for another,” you giggle “I went to college to get a teaching degree and after working in Boston for a few years, when my dad got sick, i moved back home to help ma with him before he died, then i just stayed for her and your dad to be honest. I'm working at the elementary school now” when you mention your dad, your face can't help but make a tight lip expression, you didn't have a good relationship with him, and you couldn´´t understand why your mom didn't leave his ass for so many years. But your relationship with your mom was pretty good considering the circumstances.

“Sorry about him by the way, even if you guys had a rocky relationship” he gives you a worried look, like he wanted to ask a million questions about how you felt back then and feel now about it, but they never leave his mind. “Your mom told me about it in one of her calls…”

“Yeah, thank you. She was devastated when it happened and I think she felt like she couldn't confide in me because of my situation with him, so she only talked about it with Chucho” you re adjust the purse in your shoulder “well i need to buy a few things and then get back home to ma, I'll tell her that you´ll be visiting soon?” you ask, putting your gaze back into his warm eyes.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Tell her I'll be there on Friday, after finishing my chore on the ranch” he says, almost nervously putting his hands inside of the pockets in his tight jeans.

“Okay, I'll let her know Javi. She'll start making food today, I'm sure” you chuckle and take a step away “see you on Friday, bye!” you wave to him and make your way across the parking lot to enter the little store.

“Bye…” Javier mumbles more to himself than to you, since you were far already. His eyes can't help to roam the back side of your body in your sundress while you walk away from him, when he catches himself, he shakes the thoughts roaming his mind away and walks to his truck to go back to the ranch.

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[stardustvanfleet]

Merry Christmas To You — Josh Kiszka x Reader (Fluff)

PAIRING: Josh Kiszka x F!Reader, Fluff

WORDS: 2.2k

SUMMARY: It's a snowy night in early December, and you and your boyfriend Josh are having a cozy night in, decorating your tree. When he puts one of his favorite classic Christmas albums on, the evening becomes even more romantic thanks to an impromptu serenade.

WARNINGS: None beyond kissing, language, mention of alcohol, and minor flirtatious innuendo.

A/N: Happy holidays and Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you enjoy this incredibly cozy and sugary sweet festive fluff. I had hoped to get this out a bit earlier in the month, but between working two jobs and preparing for the holidays it took a bit longer than expected, so thank you all so much for bearing with me during this time of year that is so damn hectic!!! Some special thanks here go to my loves @sinsofstardust and @losfacedevil for beta reading and being endless sources of both inspiration and love-- I adore y'all!!! I hope you all have a very happy holiday ❤️

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It was one of those December nights that you wished you could live in forever. Dusk had fallen early, and a light snow was falling outside; the soft, downy flakes catching in the light of the streetlamps as they tumbled gently towards the ground. For the first time in your new apartment, the one that you and your boyfriend Josh had moved into together just a few months earlier, the view through your window panes was truly beginning to resemble a Christmas card.

You took a sip from your mug of cocoa, which had been generously spiked with Bailey’s, but still tasted dangerously sweet. Turning over your shoulder with a grin, you caught Josh’s eye as he entered the living room with his own mug, steaming hot and piled high with whipped cream. You couldn’t help but feel your heart swell when you saw him— looking so handsome in one of his cozy white sweaters, his curls framing his face so beautifully, it was inevitable that he still gave you butterflies after all this time. 

“Josh, come watch the snow with me, love,” you giggled, curled up on your couch, which was pushed up right up against the largest window in the living room— it had been a perfect spot for watching the leaves change color and eventually fall to the ground, and now it provided an exceptional view of the picturesque wintery scene outdoors. His grin was infectious as he looked over towards the window and mused, crossing the room towards you, “How about that? It looks like we’ve got a winter wonderland on our hands…” reaching the couch rather quickly and setting his mug down on the coffee table.

 He slid in right next to you, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist as he moved to press affectionate kisses to your cheek, one after another, not seeming to want to stop as long as he had you giggling under him.  Finally, you pleaded through your laughter, “Joshy… I don’t see you watching the snow!” as he gave a chuckle of his own and teased, “Ohh, sorry about that, mama… you know how distracted I can get…”

You captured his chin between your fingers with another giggle, feeling heat rising in your cheeks at his use of the pet name which he knew always made you weak in the knees. “Seems particularly easy to get distracted around here….” you replied playfully, before pulling him in and kissing him fully, your heart fluttering at the satisfied sigh he let out against your lips. It was all so endearing, from the softness of his lips to the familiarity of his scent, which was spicy and comforting and floral all at once. There may have been a chill in the air that day, but in the warmth of Josh’s arms, with his lips against yours… despite the weather, it was undeniable— you were melting.

It would have been so easy to get entirely lost in the kiss, but he began to smile against your lips, and pulled back gently, offering you a cheeky smile as he teased back, “Careful, or I’ll get distracted enough that we’ll have to push decorating the tree to another night…” his words making you giggle and lightly, jokingly smack at his arm, chiding, “Joshua… you’re gonna end up on the naughty list….” giving him another quick kiss and a grin before wriggling out of his grasp to rise from the couch towards the large box of ornaments sitting beside the coffee table.

“Hold on, angel…” Josh said, standing up himself as you paused, turning to face him with a smile. He was looking at you with a twinkle in his eye while heading towards the record player set up beside the bookshelf, continuing, “Is it really Christmas if we don’t have the perfect soundtrack?” You watched with amusement as he crouched down to rifle through the large record collection that the two of you had assembled, a wide grin breaking out on his face when he found what he was looking for. “Nat King Cole,” he said with satisfaction, “...now, there’s a reason his middle name is King. And, well… okay, so it’s two reasons. The first reason is that it’s his name, naturally, but there’s also another reason… the big reason, the important one. And it’s that he’s the King of Christmas. it’s just that simple…” 

You found yourself giggling with affection as your boyfriend rambled on; it was one of the many little things about Josh that had made you fall in love with him. As he spoke, he stood from his crouching position to place the record on the turntable and lower the needle, and the cozy tones of Deck the Halls began to play in the living room— Josh’s handsome face illuminated only by the flickering light of the fireplace and the warm golden glow of the lights already set up on your Christmas tree. The light danced across his delicate features as he rose to walk towards you and the box of ornaments, and he offered another grin, asking, “Shall we get this decorating soiree started?”

You laughed again, unable to deny the way his turn of phrase and distinct mannerisms made you feel with your heart fluttering so distinctly in your chest. When at last he reached you and began rummaging through the box of ornaments, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. When he finally looked up to meet your gaze with a knowing half-smile, you tenderly leaned in to kiss him gently once more, before pulling back and replying, “Okay, now we shall,” which elicited a laugh from the man in front of you, his warm brown eyes sparkling in the low light as he replied, “A very important final step before we get started… my darlin’ is so thorough.” You giggled breathlessly at the affectionate nickname, taking his hand inside the box of ornaments and giving it a squeeze. 

Together, you began picking out ornaments and hanging them on the tree, from sparkling white crystal snowflakes and pinecones, to small figurines of ice skaters and Santa Claus, to childhood photos of the two of you in tiny silver frames— Josh insisted that those should be hung up beside each other, saying definitively, “I’ll need you to keep me company up there!” 

Between his jokes and your responses, Nat King Cole’s voice served as a backdrop, his gentle crooning making the room feel cozy and festive beyond belief. The reflection of the Christmas lights were twinkling in Josh’s eyes as he stole glances at you while you both hung ornaments on the tree at once, his hand coming to wrap around your waist for a stolen moment as he headed back towards the box to grab his next ornament of choice. Your heart stuttered deep within your chest, beginning to pick up its pace at Josh’s loving looks and touches.

It was when Josh’s favorite Christmas carol began, however, that he really began to focus his attention on you. The familiar swell of strings marked the beginning of Nat King Cole’s rendition of The Christmas Song, and as Josh crossed back towards you to hang a silver bell on the tree, he caught your eye with a smile, before beginning to sing along with the record. “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…” You felt heat immediately beginning to rise in your cheeks as a look of joy appeared on your face. Nothing made you melt more than Josh’s voice. “Jack Frost nipping at your nose…” He gave you an affectionate smile while singing the lyrics, reaching out to tap the end of your nose with his fingertip at the end of the line, which made you giggle wildly. You reached up to grab his hand and pull it to your lips, pressing little kisses to his knuckles as he continued singing along. You were mesmerized, unable to tear your gaze away from him even if you wanted to. Everything about Josh was enough to light up a room, but whenever he decided on performing for you, even in the comfort of your own home— it was still always utterly captivating. He was breathtakingly talented, and unfathomably beautiful.

Gently, tenderly, Josh’s hand fell to your waist while he continued the song, the words flowing as smoothly and sweetly as honey. “Everybody knows… a turkey and some mistletoe… help to make the season bright…” He was beginning to sway you along to the music, and you were letting him— lost entirely in his voice, his loving touch, his gaze, in this moment that was beginning to feel dizzying in its domesticity. By the time the song reached its instrumental interlude, the two of you were slow dancing in the living room— your head coming to rest on Josh’s shoulder, face buried in his neck as he held you close, sweeping you around the room in slow circles to the piano instrumental. He was so warm, and you could feel the soft rise and fall of his breaths through the cozy knit fabric of his sweater. When you finally lifted your head to meet his eyes for the final chorus, the love you were feeling for him was almost overwhelming.

“And so, I’m offering this simple phrase… for kids from one to ninety-two…” Josh paused in his serenade for a moment to bring his free hand to cup your face, stroking his thumb across your cheekbone as he smiled at you with undeniable affection. “And though it’s been said, many times, many ways… Merry Christmas… to you…”

You knew you were looking at him like he had hung the moon in the sky for you… but, frankly, with the adoration in his eyes, it almost seemed like he’d truly have been willing to try. As the song reached its conclusion, you leaned in without even needing to think, capturing his lips so lovingly and passionately that Josh let out a soft sigh against your lips, struck by surprise and delight. You found yourself lost in him, lost in your feelings, as you melted entirely in his arms, his hand still cupping your cheek and jaw with unmistakable tenderness. By the time you two finally allowed your lips to separate, the next song had already been playing for what had surely been over a minute. After a breathless moment of collecting yourself that must’ve taken a few seconds, you managed to let your eyes flutter open, only to see Josh opening his eyes at nearly the exact same time— the sight making you giggle, your heart skipping a beat within your chest.

“Your voice is unbelievable,” you murmured, reaching your own hand over to cup his cheek in return, which prompted him to lean into your touch so effortlessly and subconsciously. Instantly, even in the low light, you could tell the compliment was making him blush, with his cheeks and the tip of his nose flushing a rosy red under your touch as he averted his gaze shyly, letting out a bashful, “Oh, god… Thank you… I think you’re unbelievable.” A smile crossed your face as he paused for a moment, blinking at you as if in thought before continuing, looking at you so lovingly, “I’m so happy we get to make Christmas memories in a place all our own this year, angel… you’re home to me, lover. You make it feel like Christmas.”

Truly, you couldn’t have said it better yourself. 

The moment was breathtaking. Josh’s words, his eyes, the glow of the Christmas tree and the crackling of the fire… everything was so perfect. Your smile, at this point, was entirely out of your control— you wouldn’t have been able to stop even if you had wanted to try. Words failed you for a moment as emotions swirled like snowflakes within you. “Oh, Josh… I love you so much.”

He was grinning at you, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. When he spoke again, you could hear the affection in his voice. “I love you so much, darlin’. I’d lasso the moon for you.”

His reference to It’s A Wonderful Life made your smile widen even further—- something you had previously doubted was even possible. Your head was spinning a little from his romantic words, and when you finally managed to speak again between shy giggles, you teased, “You’re too smooth for your own good… but it is a wonderful life, Josh, because I’ve got you.”

Josh laughed a little, breathlessly, the rosiness of his cheeks still so endearing. You couldn’t resist any longer, closing the distance between the two of you and kissing him, so deeply and passionately that he almost faltered on his feet for a moment, his grip tightening on you to steady himself— and perhaps from a desire to be even closer to you.

When you finally pulled back, the Nat King Cole record still softly playing and your tree sparkling behind you, the two of you once again took a moment before opening your eyes. You found yourself lost in Josh’s warm embrace, the scent of him, the feeling of his heartbeat against yours. You were all his, and he was all yours. And this was only the beginning.

The words left your lips in a whisper, affectionate and gentle. “Merry Christmas, Josh.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Merry Christmas, angel.”

//

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[atarathegreat]

Not A Morning Person. John Price.

There was absolutely no reason to be awake at the ass crack of dawn when it was his time off. John had no reason to have his eyes pried open, happy giggles ripped away from him as his wife scolded the children for waking him. He loved his children, truly he did, but he also loved his shut eye when he wasn't fearing for his life on base.

Nevertheless, like a bear forced out of hibernation, John sat up and wiped the sleep from his face. The room was dark, all in thanks to his wife leaving the curtains closed, so the only light came from the bedroom door. Soft tunes carried in on boats of his children's protests. "But Mama! He said we could!" His daughter whined and John could hear her stomping her bare feet on the tile floor.

"You are a big girl, act like one." The stern yet soft lilt of his wife's tone made him straighten up, as if he was a big girl and needed to act like one. Put that woman on the front line, John thought, Makarov would put himself in the corner. "No stomping, understood? Now, go play until breakfast is ready."

John decided it was time to play the nice daddy while helping his lovely partner. "Come here, you rascals!" He called as he walked down the hallway, his usual attire of no shirt and plaid night pants really driving home the Father aspect of him. "Daddy!" His little girl rushed him, his son not far behind. "Being troublesome for Mommy, hm, my little soldier?" John kissed his kids' heads. His love for his family wasn't a secret, he didn't have to think now why am I so smitten with these people? They were his flesh and blood, his wife, his home.

He would never forget how his son tapped him out, staring at John, still nonverbal in his own little mind, but no less expressive. His wife had stood back with his daughter, giving his son the chance to do it. "Go ahead, baby." She'd encouraged him, "Daddy can't pick you up until you tap him out, remember?" His son had nodded at the reminder, then caught everyone by surprise, and spoke, "I love you, Dad." There wasn't another moment in his life that John wanted to move more, but he waited until his son grabbed his coat to tackle the boy to the ground, crying his very, very manly tears.

"Mommy said not to wake you up!" His baby girl was too loud for the time. John ruffled the girl's hair, and chuckled. She was precious in every little thing she did, she was outgoing and talkative, often speaking for her brother so he didn't have to. It was cute, even if their mother worried about her son's silence. "Too late for that, princess, you woke me." John carried his daughter back to the table, kissing his wife on the way, addressing his son, "You sleep alright, champ?"

The boy nodded, pushing a mug of coffee to his father. Never talking, never even grunting, just nods or hand motions. Maybe John shouldn't have taught him the military signals.

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⌞collegebf!yunho headcanons⌝

type: headcanons pairing: yunho x reader word count: 1.3k warnings: none really, mild swearing

always makes sure that you’re well fed and texts you at exactly the same time three times a day to make sure you’re eating your meals

one time you were busy with studying and briefly looked at his message and ignored it because you didn’t want to lie to him to tell him that you forgot to eat a meal… best believe he showed up in less than 10 min to hand feed you himself

study dates are a must!!

even if you study with a group of friends, he is always the first to claim you as a partner and will most certainly pout and huff like a toddler if someone manages to claim you first

“you see her every waking second of the day, Yunho,” your best friend will complain, already swatting at his crossed arms “let me hog her for 1 hour.”

still sulks and mopes but brightens up when you kiss his cheek with a promise of grabbing lunch after

since you both are in different programs for your degrees, you never have the same classes…BUT!!!

you managed to be able to find an extra elective that you both could take this semester so off you both went to your pottery class twice a week in the morning

he got the hang of it so much faster than you did

would always ask you for your permission to touch your project if he noticed you needed help!

every week you got to take home your projects and Yunho would always gift his hand painted and hand carved creations to you

a tall heart-shaped vase- for the flowers he would give you

a mug with cat paws- for the tea/coffee he would make you

a plate with hand painted intricate swirls- for the meals he would make you

a set of candle holders- that will hold the lit candles on your romantic home dinner dates

wonky shaped pots (he insists that it’s totally on purpose and totally not because he was running out of time because he kept having to redo them!!)- used to hold your plants and add character to your home

a turtle-shaped paper weight- because “look at the little guy!!!”

insists that you visit him at work at the campus cafe when you have spare time

always flirts with you when you come up to the counter like you’re not already dating

literally everyone and their mama knows that you’re together so it's honestly entertainment for the people that go there to see your face flush as you reach over the counter to smack him (he knows you secretly love it no matter how many times you whine for him to stop)

he loves to have you taste test the new drinks he comes up with for the seasonal menus so you’re constantly at his dorm and leave pumped up with caffeine

he makes sure to plan elaborate dates at least once a month! he never reveals details except for a cryptic text that says to clear your schedule on a specific day, a specific time, and some clothes recommendations because he never wants you to feel uncomfortable or under/over dressed depending on where he’s taking you

stage 97 clinger, loves to be affectionate even in public. if he doesn’t tackle you at least 7 times a day with a bear hug, something is wrong. would make sure that you’re okay with certain types of public affection! would never put you in a awkward position of being embarrassed or uncomfy so conversations are had beforehand on what you are or are not okay with

you bet your ass you’re constantly fighting with mingi over whose boyfriend he is. obviously it’s all jokes!! mingi absolutely adores you and is really happy that you make his favorite person happy!!

“I texted him good morning at 6 this morning.” mingi grins cockily. “Yeah?” you challenge as you show him your text screen, refusing to lose to yunho’s best friend since childhood. “I texted him at exactly 12:01, try harder.”

“I knew him first,” mingi argued, crossing his arms and trying to intimidate you by looming over you with his height. “Best friends since the womb.” “And look how that worked out for you,” you step up to him, hands on your hips, not at all scared of this chihuahua that’s all bark and no bite. “you’re still friends with him while I’m the one dating him.” “You didn’t have to go there,” he whines, deflating and pouting. “That’s low, even for you.” “I’m sorry, min,” you say, pulling him into a hug and patting him on the back, “You know you’re his favorite best friend.” “He has other best friends??” yunho has no other choice but to escape quickly because he will never hear the end of it from mingi

his favorite thing to do is to wear his college shirts/sweatshirts for a day and then give it to you and watch it pool around you and it just makes him so soft. will melt into a puddle when he sees you wear it without him asking you to. literally becomes jelly as he falls into your arms and kisses everywhere he can reach.

loves, loves, loves to do little weird things with you. it makes him fall in love with you even more every time. like when you’re both doing laundry in the dorm building and the machine plays a song that signals when it’s done and you do a little dance to it and he joins in, but not before spinning you towards him to give a smooch… so yeah, doing lil dancey dances to random sounds you hear. or like when he’s talking to you and a phrase he says instantly triggers you to sing a lyric from a song that has that phrase (or a phrase reminds you of a tik tok sound, you have to say it) and he of course gets used to doing it to you too, it’s a great way to get laughs out of each other.

likes to take you to the home games of your college’s soccer team! even if you know nothing about what’s going on, he loves your company. when it gets colder, will carry a fuzzy blanket and a travel mug filled with your fav hot drink to keep you warm! treats you to dinner after because by the time he’s done catching up with San, who is on the team, it’s about that time and he feels bad that he kept you waiting.

matching outfits are a must!! if it’s not a complete match 100%, he’ll settle for at least having a cohesive color palette in your outfits. Loves to match with you because not only does he think that you both look hella good, he wants everyone to know that you’re both taken. 

he’s a big pupper so he gets super excited when you take those aesthetic couple pictures and post it on your socials. in general, he loves it when you take pictures of him and he loves to take pictures of you. and no, he is not a useless boyfriend that takes horrid pictures, they actually come out super cute and candid?? you never knew you had so many cute angles until he showed you some of the pics in his camera roll.

that being said, he sometimes manages to take pictures of you that are meme worthy. don’t worry, you both laugh at them and they become inside jokes but he would never show/send it to others without your explicit permission. would never want to make you upset/embarrassed.

his friends told you that if he had a tail, it would be wagging so hard whenever he thinks about you, talks about you, or is around you. he blushes so hard but doesn't deny it. you think it’s super cute and honestly you’re also blushing?

do NOT repost, copy, or translate any of my work.

[issybee06]

Because…

Part ii

Warnings: swearing, smoking, underage drinking, trauma but it's ✨trauma✨, bad flirting, uncomfortable conversations, bro Kakashi is still 18…just a baby, TI building shenanigans, insomnia, coffee addiction…thats a warning right?

Eunoia

(n.) beautiful thinking;a well mind

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I sigh, squeezing the bridge of my nose as I push back from the lad bench. It was 3 in the fucking morning and I was still here in this tiny lab.

Anbu had returned home two days ago, severely wounded, with one of their comrades dead. They had been in the Stone Country when they encountered their enemy and a new poison. A new poison meant a new threat, and that meant I was pulled from my 3-day break on the first day.

My head fell back and I looked up at the grey ceiling, closing my eyes when the fluorescent light began to sting. Yeah…this is better than fieldwork my ass.

It could be worse, I reminded myself as I unconsciously reached for my chest to press the grey fabric... This is why I picked this job.

Groaning, I stand up. I look down at my notes, all scribbled and messy, 1/3 of it was Japanese, another was fucking scroll marking and the rest was just chicken scratch…how the fuck was I supposed to read that when I could see straight?

That's a problem for future me, I think as I walk out of the lab, closing the door firmly behind me. I don’t bother with turning the lights off…I’m coming back. Walking down the hall, I stuff my hands into my pockets.

Moving to the kitchen, I open the cabinets to grab the unground coffee beans before dumping my version of a cup into the machine.

I grab a glass bear bottle, dumping the residue into the sink before washing it out and then filling it with water. I fill the coffee maker with water, before pressing the button, filling the quiet quarters with the irritating grinding.

Sliding to the ground, I sit with my back against the cabinet. TI was…grey. The walls, the uniforms, everything was grey. The only colorful thing here was the people, I smirk slightly.

“SENSEI!!”

The world was on fire, licking at my face and burning my hands.

Konoha was gone, flattened by the heels of the fox demon. Houses, trees, hills, and buildings all whipped away like crumbs on a table by the claws and nine swishing tails.

I go to run, only to be dragged back by arms circling my waist.

“Let me go! I can save them! I CAN SAVE THEM!!!”

“Don't be stupid!”

Kakashi…he pulled me close to his chest as tears cleaned the dirt and ash off my face. I sob, falling to the ground and he falls with me, burying his face into my hair to hide his tears.

“…there's nothing we can do.”

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Mother fucker…?”

I open my eyes, pulling myself up to see that the coffee was done.

“Oh fuck yes, come to mama.”

I grab a mug, pouring the black liquid into it, “you are going to keep my body functional…”

Inhaling, I move back down the hall to the lab. Looking down, my eyes droop at seeing my chicken scratch notes. You know what? Inoichi can just use his freaky mind powers to pick at my brain.

I sit back down, taking a sip before placing the cup on the desk. I lean on my hand, mental deciphering the notes as I switch back and forth between the papers and the microscope.

This poison…it isn’t like anything I’ve studied before.

When Inoichi, Ibiki and I had gone to the Autopsy of the Anbu member it was too hard to look…he was almost interlay eaten away on one side; skin, muscle and bone.

The poison had disintegrated him, but when we took the samples and stored them in the glass test tubes…nothing happened.

This poison only ate away at living tissue, and not just flesh but also flora too I had come to realize after running a few test.

I reach for a tube, holding it up to the light.The poison was oddly pretty…it was an almost impossible electric blue, reminding me of chakra almost.

My job was to break this sucker down, find out what made it tick, then use my finding to conduct an antidote with the help of the medical core.

“Fucking chemistry…” I sigh, placing the tube back and replacing it with my coffee.

As I sip, the lab door opens.

“Setsuko-Chan…is my shift done already?”

The young women blushes, adjusting her glasses, “I-I’m truly sorry I’m late Senju-Hime! I promise it won’t hap-”

I raise my hand, continuing to chug the coffee down. She shuts her mouth, gulping.

I place the empty cup down, giving her a smile, “don’t worry about it, I get into my groove around this time anyways.”

She breathes out a sigh of relief and I can’t help but raise my brow at this kid. She’s a Chunin, fresh Chunin, that Inoichi recruited after seeing her skills in making laxative drugs out of berries during the forest part of the exams. I thought she was hilarious, I knew one of the kids she got, and I think that’s why I liked her.

I stand, grabbing my old notes and handing her the clearer ones.

“Here’s my findings, coffees in the pot-don’t accidentally drink the poison…I’ve done that once.”

She makes a concern face as I walk past her, heading to the front to clock out.

It’s still winter, I think to myself as snow lightly flutters down from the sky. The walk back to the apartment, thank the gods, isn’t that long but I can’t seem to stop myself from dragging my feet as I walk. My shift…was from 3pm to 3am, you do the math, and I was really starting to feel those fucking hours.

I was praying silently that Genma would leave me the fuck alone when I got home, he never did and always seemed to break something in our shared apartment.

My relationship with Genma…i wouldn’t ever say I was closer to the lay back brunette then our other childhood teammate Gai, but we just understood each other a little more.

Nothing about our relationship was sexual, he just didn’t want to buy and pay rent for an apartment and I understood that. We shared the rent, 50/50 and split the chores somewhat evenly. He did the cleaning while I cooked, I was not going to let someone who burns water cook in my kitchen.

We had offered Gai a room in the apartment, but then Kakashi bought his own apartment and Gai just had to beat his rival by buy a bigger one.

I stop, looking over at the bright lights of the 24-hour open food shop that was set up for Shinobi. I didn’t want to cook…but I had only drank coffee and ate food pills while working to minimize how much cross contamination could happen in the lab, and I was starving.

Heading in, I raise a hand in creating to the shop owner who smiled in return. I move to the frozen food, eyes zeroing in on the microwaveable soup dumplings. They were shitty, but so good at the same time.

I grab two boxes, knowing Genma was going to bitch and complain if I didn’t get him something. I also grab two soda bottles, more coffee beans, and a can of cat food for my cat, not me.

I head to the register and the old man smiles, “hard work today?”

I smile kindly, “yes, but it’s worth it right?”

The old man nods, “you Shinobi do a great service to the village, remember that.”

He hands me my spoils in s paper bag, and I pay up. Walking out, I give him another wave before making a B-line towards the apartment.

I sigh, opening the door but furrow my brows when I find not only Genma up, but also four other shinobi that do not pay rent, in the living room playing cards.

“Genma…it’s 3 fucking 30.”

He grins and the others snap their necks to look at me. My confusion fades and I sigh, “of course it’s you guys, hi Gai-kun.”

Gai grins, a faint blush on his cheeks from the Saké. Next to him on the couch is Kakashi, which is a surprise, in the armchair sits Ebisu and on the floor is Asuma who is smoking what looks like to be his third cigarette.

Ebisus face turns crimson and I raise a brow, shutting the door. Ebisu always seemed to have a crush on me-well, he did have a crush on any woman who breaths-but I never understood why…I punched him in the face when we were kids.

Genma jumps up, drunkenly giving me a wet kiss on my cheek.

“Hime~ come play cards with us! I know for a fact you’re a better gambler then your cousin!”

I duck under his arm, “ no can do, Babes, I’m crashing. But I brought food.”

Asuma and Gai perk up, getting up to see what to had.

“That’s a relief-don’t look at my cards Ebisu!”

“Gods Asuma! I wasn’t!” Ebisu groan, also getting up.

Kakashi stayed on the couch, eye staring straight as his sneaked sips of his Saké. I frown at him, opening the packages of soup dumplings. The boys hover, sitting on the counter top and island as I cook for them. I knew Kakashi was watching, I could feel his eyes burning the back of my head.

Dishing out the food, I give the boys a tired smile.

“Welp, I’m beat…don’t stay up drinking again.” I warn, walking to my room as the shinobi in my living room all but jump on the food.

I pulling off the lab coat, then the grey TI jacket revealing my white tank top and the sealing that began on my back, can up onto my shoulders and wrapped around my arms.

I sigh in relief, those grey jackets were heavy and uncomfortable. Unbuttoning my pants, I hear a soft tap on my door.

I open it, and a soft blush rises to my face when I see Kakashi leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. It wasn’t a commanding look, quite frankly he looked like he was about to bolt if I spooked him.

“Can I help you?”

He clenched, then unclenched his jaw, “…the poison, do you have any new leads?”

Ah, work. I had almost forgotten he was apart of the small circle of people who knew of the poison.

I wave him in, “yeah, come in we can go over it.”

I nods, stiffly walking in. I close the door behind me and walk over to my desk were I had sent my jacket down. Fishing threw the large pocket, I pull out my notes.

Blushing, I hand them over, “sorry…when I get tired I switch between real words and sealing symbols…and then just random shit.”

Kakashi looked over the messy writing, and if he couldn’t read it he didn’t voice it, all he did was look over at me with his tired eye, “…I remember you used to switch between kanji and Fūinjutsu symbols, old habit?”

I blush harder, not thinking he’d remember something like that-hell, even Genma would forget and get pissed trying to read my notes.

He looked away, his milky skin showing just a bit of color. He sunk into my desk chair, lifting his hitae-ate to reveal his gifted eye.

I move to my bed, flopping down on it as I waited for him to finish storing all my notes into his memory. I felt a small shift, and was treated with a high pitch meow as my cat decided to show himself.

I smile, scratching behind his brown eye as his big blue eyes blinked slowly at me. He purred, flopping onto his side and I continued to pet him, almost therapeutic like.

Kakashi made a noise and I look over at him, but his eyes stayed away.

“I…uh, Arigatō.”

I snort, “it’s fine, Kakashi. You don’t have to thank me.”

He made a face, and my eyes soften. He was raised right, Sakumo made sure of that. Kakashi had been a little shit when we were growing up together, but over the years as he grew he began to fall more and more back into his father’s teachings (whether he knew it or not).

I sit up, and Kakashis eye stays on me, “when’d you get a cat?”

I look down at the rag doll, smiling.

“My Kaa-San got him for me when he was a kitten…birthday present.”

Kakashi nodded, and the air went tense again as we both couldn’t seem to decide if we wanted to have our eyes stay locked or if they were going to wander.

“…does he have a name?”

Was this 20 questions? How much did he drink…?

Sober Kakashi wouldn’t bother with this, he would have left by now, and I don’t just mean my room but the whole apartment. Sober Kakashi wouldn’t be sitting at my desk, cheeks red.

“…his name is Saké.”

He snorts.

He fucking snorts at that.

“You named you cat after an alcoholic beverage?”

My legs cross and I wave my hand, “no, no. I didn’t name him, Genma did! I wasn’t even home when my Kaa-San dropped him off!”

Kakashi shakes his head, softly chuckling and I smile back. He really did have a nice laugh…

He stands, and I do too. My cheeks pink when I have to look up to meet his eyes.

He grew since joining the ANBU…

We stare at each other, both of our faces slightly flushed. We haven’t seen each other since Gais birthday, and that was a month ago. He had been close back then too, so close.

“…I should go.”

I release my breath, nodding, “Y-yeah, it’s getting late.”

He gulps, brushing past me as he reaches for the door nob. He twists it, but doesn’t open it.

“…I could read your notes, I understood it.”

And then he’s gone.

[struggling-intuit]

we all know jaehyuns delulu but im gonna need your thoughts

subject || jung jaehyun

title || of his delusional romanticism

demian || yes

warnings || NO MINORS, ETC., ETC.; femme!reader, reader has a clit, thick dick!jae, hopeless romantic core, penetration, super rough sex, reader is so sore :(, jaehyun stares at you like his mama didn't teach him any better

Ha, poor baby's so obvious.

Don't be too hard on him though. He's trying his best to stay sober, but you're perfumed with the sweetest elixr. He can't help but get drunk on you and have his consciousness consumed by those pretty fantasies again.

If you spare a hand and grab his, he just might make it back to Earth.

But you don't have to worry, he hates that you do. Even if his head never descends from the clouds, you'll forever be able to lean on him. The mile-long expanse between his shoulders is waiting for you, rest here for a while.

Jae is the type to think that romance will save the world. He'll throw himself off a cliff for you, not to test the powers of a goddess or anything, but because for love he'll commit the ultimate sacrifice.

For you. Watch, he can prove it.

Will he regret it? He certainly doesn't think so. He knew it was you from the moment he first saw you.

The cafe. The early morning sunlight streaming through the window by your table. The soft r&b setting the rhythm for every turn of the page of your book of poems, the raise of the hot ceramic mug to your lips, the tuck of a lock of hair behind your ear... So you're the one he's been waiting for.

Nice to meet you.

God, it's really you. He might just be convinced he knew you from a past life. Have you been getting his messages? He's been on the line all alone until now.

No, you don't have to respond, just keep those quick fingers at the strings of his heart. Don't stop, it hurts too good.

But when he refocuses, comes down from the high and pushes the mist from the corners of his vision, you're gone. You drank your coffee so fast, he didn't have a chance to —

"Hey pervert, do you have any idea how creepy you look staring like that?"

Your words taste so sweet. Give him more.

Jae's hopelessly delusional self is always getting into situations like this, but with you it's real. He feels it. And you will too, one day, someday, in his bed when he takes you for the first time.

He would be so delicate, as if you really would break if he abandoned the little sense he has left and fucked you the way he's been waiting so patiently to.

Just a little longer, soon, after you get used to the girth (he couldn't help chuckling at your expression when you first saw him in all his glory) but the feeling of finally being inside you is overwhelming. He can't wait anymore.

And so the bear will lose control and your pounding will begin.

The luscious roll of his hips offers a tenderness to the agony that is taking every meaty inch, but you're nearly as addicted to your stretch as he is to the spasming heat.

And the torture doesn't last long, regretfully so. He's bottoming out faster and faster, taking you to the summit through brute force and an insistent thumb at your clit, god, so, so close.

Your cries for mercy are music to his ears.

He'll smile as he ducks his head into the crook between your neck and shoulder, desperate pants rounding out to honor his entire range — thick indigo chest notes, rich chocolatey tenor, that falsetto... his delicious lullaby packaged and sold for the very reasonable price of your ability to walk tomorrow.

And 99 cents.

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i was struggling to finish a post on this very topic and your ask gave me the push i needed. thanks anonie!

[maculategiraffe]

I notice in your baby nephew stories that baby refers to himself as "Ba". Is that actually what he says or do you change it because you didnt want to give out his name? And if not, does he refer to himself as "ba" as short for "baby", or some version of "me" or as some version of his name?

good question! yes it's actually what he's saying. he's been calling himself "ba" since he started calling himself anything. but "ba" was also the first syllable he used regularly at all, like he also used to call the cat "ba" and fire "baba." he definitely knows his own name (and can recognize it when it's written down, and pick out the letter of the alphabet it starts with as "his" letter) but when he talks about himself it's always, like, "ba eat ba supper, put on ba pajamas, go night night in ba room." so like. I don't know if he's calling himself "baby" (I don't call him "baby" in real life, but his mother does sometimes, like often when he says "mommy!" she will respond "yes baby?" and she will do things like when she has coffee she will fix him a little mug of warm milk and say "mommy is having mama bear coffee and [baby] is having baby bear coffee") or if he just decided that since "ba" is the easiest syllable to say anyway he's just going to keep using it for himself. we'll see what happens as his phonemes and syntax continue to develop!

[devilat-thedoor]

ATTN: i’m having soft!Josh thoughts. he’s been heavy on my mind the past few days. (p.s. sneak peek of What Is and What Should Never Be Ch. 6 coming soon🩵)

as i sit in bed, eating rainbow goldfish and watching moana, i can’t help but think about a disney movie marathon with Josh. it’s a lazy sunday and neither of you have any responsibilities that need to be dealt with for the day. so you curl up on the sofa in your pajamas with mugs of hot tea, you have a plethora of snacks and treats, and he pulls the throw blanket down to stretch it over your legs before picking the remote up from the coffee table. “what are we watching first, mama? your pick.”

you smile and tell him your favorite disney movie and he doesn’t hesitate in typing it into the search bar and clicking play. the afternoon would go on, movie after movie, both of you sinking further into the cushions. dusk is starting to fall, leaving the room illuminated by the bright animations dancing across the tv screen. Josh has his feet kicked up on the table and you’re laying down with your legs in his lap. Aladdin is currently on and, of course, A Whole New World comes on and, within seconds, you’re both standing in the middle of the room, singing the duet as passionately as you could manage through giggles. It’s not long before Josh has given up on you and started singing both Jasmine and Aladdin’s parts, trying to harmonize with himself. “Josh, stop! That was my line!” you toss a handful of popcorn at him but he just catches what he can and pops it into his mouth with a giant grin, still singing along. you rush at him, trying to hold your hand over his mouth to shush him but it’s no use.

he’s caught you, wrapping you in a hug that locks your arms at your sides as he’s finishes out the song. “don’t pout, sweetheart…i let you have Reflection to yourself and listened to you painfully butcher Bella Notte.” he defended with a sympathetic tilt to his brows.

“hey! my Bella Notte was groundbreaking!” you wiggle out of his hold and begin to croon the Lady and the Tramp song again, “Ohhhh this is the niiiight….it’s a beautiful n-.”

he clamps his hand over your mouth and drops his forehead to yours as you both erupt into a fit of laughter. when you finally settle back into the couch, you snuggle up close to him and pick through the pack of gummy bears to eat all of your favorite colors. you can’t see him, but Josh is watching you, admiring the way you bite the heads off the gummies. and the way you subconsciously mouth every line from your most beloved movies. Tarzan is on, you’ve discarded the snacks and pulled the blanket up to your shoulders with a yawn, laying your head on his chest. he knows you’re getting ready to fall asleep and it’s perfect timing because You’ll Be In My Heart starts and he softly, quietly, sings the lyrics, “…my arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm…” the melody is vibrating from his chest and lulling into a hazy state of tranquility. when he feels you relax, your body going limp against him as soft breaths escape you, he presses his lips to the crown of your head before turning the tv off and allowing his own body to relax. “always in my heart, mama.”

[aquidragon]

ray ray bear i miss you madly...... may i request getting a pupper with leon or smth along those lines.. we all know i am a domestic fic lover.. pleak anything of yours i love to death <3 thank u bae muah

anything for you, THE leonwifey <3 take some cute domestic bliss Leon S Kenendy

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Leon almost dropped his cup of evening coffee as soon as he laid eyes on a furry ball, happily curled up in your arms as you walked into the front door. You also froze as soon as you made eye contact with azure blues, and gave your boyfriend a wiry smile. The puppy in your arms yipped excitedly at the blonde as you used your foot to shut the door. "...Surprise?" You put the dog on the ground, watching it immediately scramble over to Leon, pawing at his gray sweatpants. You had mentioned getting a puppy with your partner for a few months now, you had even bought all the supplies needed for the new addition to your apartment (which thankfully allowed pets). Everything was set up, but it was difficult to actually get a puppy. Due to Leon's hectic schedule, and the daytime hours of the closest shelter, it was taking far too long. So now, you had an eight-week-old Golden Retriever puppy trying to nip at his feet.

At first, you were worried that he was mad since he seemed to stare blankly at you; then the puppy. Then finally, a small grin began to stretch across his lips, as he set down his blue coffee mug on the floor as knelt down. Your heart fluttered as he cooed at the dog, Leon's hands ruffling the puppy's golden fur affectionately. "What did you name him?" Your boyfriend asked, poking the dog's wet black nose.

"I haven't decided." You responded with a shrug, "I figured I'd leave it to you."

Leon looked up at you, looking stunned. "Are you sure, you insisted you wanted to name the puppy?"

You laughed, "it's only fair, since I went to the shelter without you."

Your boyfriend hummed in thought, scratching the puppy behind his ears. "How about Whiskey?"

"You alcoholic," you snorted, kneeling down to join the two on the floor. "But it suits his golden fur." You wrinkled your nose in amusement. The Golden Retriever's fur was almost the exact shade of Leon's hair. Maybe that was why you had picked him out?

"Alright, Whiskey!" Your boyfriend sprung to his feet, holding Whiskey out in front of him. "I'm Leon, I'm your papa." He winked at you, "and Y/N is your mama."

You blushed, rolling your eyes. "Leon," you warned. The blond stuck out his tongue at you as Whiskey licked his face. "Such a good boy." He cooed, you had never heard Leon babytalk before, it was kind of endearing.

"Do you want to take him for a walk, babe? I have his leash hanging by the door." You suggested after standing back up.

Leon's eyes lit up. "That sounds wonderful."

You helped him hook Whiskey to his leash, before heading out the door. You smiled fondly at your partner as you began to stroll outside, the puppy enthusiastically sniffed any surface he could find. It wasn't a common sight to see Leon genuinely happy. Of course, you knew he was happy with you, but seeing his face light up still made your heart warm. You laced your fingers with his spare hand as you walked around the block.

Now, you were a family of three. Even though the third was furry, and had four paws. Not that you minded...

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I'm not sure if I **LOVE** this but I think it's still cute so fuck it we ball

[kissorkill16]

Just A Man: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Jay trying to convince himself and probably everyone else that Theodore Peterson is a good guy.

Jay sighed as he hung up the second to last missing poster.

His son, Nicholas Michael Roth, was on the page. He had recently went missing a few weeks ago, and the police are doing their best to find him, but it's been futile.

His wife, Luanne, was slowly going insane. Not bad psychopath insane, but worried mama bear insane. She hadn't slept for days, neither her or Jay. How could you sleep at night knowing your son is missing and you have no idea how to find him?

How could you sleep at night knowing that it's partially your fault he's missing in the first place?

Before any of this, they had recently found a bunch of junk under Nicky's bed. A llama farm poster, a bunch of pieces of scrap, torn up VHS tapes, and worst of all, Aaron and Mya's missing posters.

Everyone thought he was the reason behind their disappearance, even though he'd been claiming Mr. Peterson had been framing him, but no one believed him, not even his own parents. They had hoped to go to the police station so Nicky could answer more questions, but the next day, Nicky was just gone.

Jay had been thinking about what Nicky had said before he went missing, about Mr. Peterson. He didn't believe it. He thought Mr. Peterson was a good guy, despite being a little antisocial and quiet, he couldn't have made his children disappear, especially not after the death of his wife.

But on the other hand, Jay just wanted to find Nicky. Despite not wanting to accuse an old man of kidnapping, he just wanted to find Nicky.

"Hello, neighbor."

Jay's head snapped up, he looked to where the voice came from, and his eyes landed on his neighbor, Mr. Peterson with a coffee mug in his hand.

"Mr. Peterson?", said Jay.

"Oh please, James. Call me Ted. All of my close friends call me that. We're friends, aren't we?", said the man.

Jay didn't know what to say. He barely knew this man, but it'd be rude to deny being called a friend. "It's just Jay, Ted."

"Of course, Jay."

The old man's eyes traveled to the missing poster, then the one in his hand. Jay followed to where his eyes went.

"Oh, sorry. I know this is a shaky topic for you, but have you...um...", Jay handed Mr. Peterson the missing poster. Mr. Peterson studied the poster, when he was done, his eyes went back to Jay.

"Oh no. You too?", he asked.

"Yeah. Nicky has been missing for a while now, nobody in the neighborhood has seen him. The police said he ran away, but I think that's bullshit. Because I don't think he has anywhere else to go.", said Jay.

"Are you sure he doesn't have any friends he's hiding with?", asked Mr. Peterson.

"We've already asked the kids, and they're just as torn up about the whole thing as we are. In fact, they're all volunteering to help put up the rest of the missing posters."

"Hmm...", Mr. Peterson took a sip of his coffee. "How's your wife taking this?"

"She is currently cursing out the police for not doing their jobs."

Mr. Peterson didn't say anything else, he just snaked a hand around Jay's shoulder, then they started walking.

"I'm terribly sorry this happened to you, Jay. I know the feeling.", said Mr. Peterson.

Jay smiled at the man. "Ted, I don't care what anyone says about you, you're a really nice guy. The only problem is that no matter how many times I try to tell people that, they all think you're kind of a psycho."

Mr. Peterson's grip tightened around Jay's shoulder, Jay got scared for a moment, especially when Ted didn't say anything.

"Did I say something wrong?", he asked.

"No.", said Mr. Peterson. "I'm not even a little bit mad. I know I've built quite a reputation for building death trap rides, and I don't mind the people who say things about me."

"You don't?"

"No.", said Mr. Peterson. "I may be a lot of things, but I didn't make either of my children disappear. Neither did I make Nicholas disappear.

Jay stiffened at that, how could he know he was thinking about that?

"Ha...", Mr. Peterson let out a dry laugh. "At least you're the only one who doesn't think I'm completely off my rocker.", he said. "You're the only one who actually tried to make an effort to get my side of the story, and that's why I consider you a friend."

Jay smiled at Mr. Peterson. "That's really nice of you, Ted."

Ted let go of Jay's shoulder and took the last missing poster from him, "But all of that aside, if I ever see Nicholas, I'll give you a call."

"Thanks, Ted."

With that, Mr. Peterson walked away, smiling wickedly as he held the missing poster. As soon as he got back to his house, he tore up the poster and threw it in the trash.

"People in Raven Brooks are so easy to manipulate.", thought Mr. Peterson as he walked into his house and slowly closed the door.

[pjunicornart]

Okay sooo ummmm I've been working on something in the background.

So like, I've been working on a Meet the Robinsons AU idea that I plan on making a ton of content for in the background, I even have some art for it already. However, I wanna see if people would be interested in it... so I'm gonna describe the main players of the AU and answer some questions here in this post because I've just been DYING to info dump about this! Okay, let's start with...

The explanation of everything! What even is this AU I'm working on? It'll be called "Lazy Days." Essentially, this is an AU where the Robinson family stays in their comfy clothes and bedheads all day while drinking tea and/or coffee and binging junk food while watching movies... to name a few activities. My vision for this AU is a super cozy and chill vibe. Sweaters, socks, sweatpants, sleep shorts, donuts, whipped cream cans, coffee mugs, pizza, lo-fi, and more await in this AU!

What are some key differences? Besides the comfy lounge wear? Well, for one, Neil and Franny have more kids. Wilbur is still the eldest, he just has three little siblings now! One of which is adopted! I'll tell you more about them later on in this post. As for another key difference? Neil is still a super genius and everything, however, all of his inventions have a noticeably more... cozy, aesthetic feel. All I'm saying is, Carl looks REAL different in this AU.

Will there be a story? Meh... I'm still debating that. For now, it's just kind of a thing I entertain when I want to/am prompted to. If it were to have a story, it would probably focus on Wilbur and his sibs.

What did you mean by the "main players?" Just what I what refer to as the "core" members of the family. So, Neil and Fran, plus their four kids: Wilbur, Freddie, Mazie, and Leo. Speaking of...

Cornelius 42 years old. Summary: Caffeine Junkie, Sleepyhead, Scatterbrain Owner of his own engineering company, and a pretty chill one at that. He baffles others in his field because on the surface, he seems to not be all there - his choice to show up to important meetings and talks in sweatpants doesn't exactly help with that assumption. However, nobody can deny his amazing intellect, even if it at first glance it seems buried under all the goofball-ness.

Franny 41 years old. Summary: Intense, Mama Bear, Prideful A global phenomenon for her music featuring her own frog band! She's made up her brand from the fact that she's the only musician in the world right now who makes music using little amphibians who miraculously learned how to walk and talk. Besides music, Franny also adores everything about her husband.

Wilbur 16 years old. Summary: Sheepish, Easily Bored, Bookworm When he's not sneaking snacks from the kitchen in the middle of the night, he's usually curled up in a chair reading the book he recently checked out from the local library. His parents are surprised just how much he mellowed out compared to three years ago. That being said... ADHD doesn't magically go away after you grow up a little.

Freddie 13 years old. Summary: Old Soul, Green Thumb, Foodie She was adopted into the family two years after Wilbur was born. It was a circumstance of her father not being able to take care of her at the time. She's the plant person of the family, opting to spend her days taking care of her little garden in the backyard. Which includes fresh produce!

Mazie 10 years old. Summary: Weirdo, Hypersensitive, Pouty She's absolutely OBSESSED with cryptids. Bigfoot, Night Crawlers, Aliens, Mothman... you name it, she probably knows a whole book's worth of information about it. Hell, she'll even watch cryptid adjacent stuff. For example, kaiju movies. Her ultimate dream is to see the Loch Ness Monster. Or Bigfoot. Or aliens. Or any cryptid.

Leo 3 years old. Summary: Non-Verbal, Picky, Loner Leo is the only one who takes after his father, sharing his blonde hair. Which couldn't have worked out better! You see, after Leo was born, Franny went on a massive world tour. So Neil was the one taking care of him during his early years, and so Leo got very attached to his daddy. Wherever Neil goes, Leo follows. He's very fussy and uncooperative if Neil is away at work or just out for groceries.

I'm super curious to see your thoughts on this, if any. I'm gonna make stuff for this regardless, but I still want to start some conversations! Ask box is always open! THIS POST HAS A SISTER POST NOW! This one has images! :o Here it is -> Lazy Days Character Busts.

[the-faramir]

Extraction Team Delta's Debriefing

(Following up on events in The Niji-iro Family and We Are On a Diplomatic Mission to Absalom.)

Within the keep housing the Absalom branch of the Aspis Consortium, Director Celaduil waited in her office late into the night, a mug of strong, steaming coffee by her left hand. Operation Iridian required her attention immediately after its extraction mission, so she would not get the chance to sleep until nearly sunrise.

As the night stretched into the morning and the bells were about to ring two, a knock came at her door. Celaduil barked, "Come!"

Her aide, Lysandra Vex, opened the door and leaned into the room, her cascade of black curls constrained by a hair tie tumbling over her shoulder as her piercing green eyes met her superior's gaze. "Extraction Team Delta has returned. Mission complete." "Thank you, Sandra. Send them in."

One by one, the thirteen brawny members of the extraction team filed into the office, bearing a total of ten burlap sacks. Lysandra followed.

"Excellent," Celaduil began, standing up from her chair and picking up a dossier of information collected by Aspis spies from her desk, "Uncover their heads so that I might see."

The team untied the sacks, uncovering the children's heads.

Struggling against their bonds, the Niji-iro siblings tried to free themselves to no avail. Celaduil walked around her desk to her right. "Now, Sandra, take the scissors and ties from my desk and collect a lock of hair from each one. We'll send a courier with those samples to their family in the Minkai Empire as proof that we have the children." The aide began collecting the samples.

"Children," she addressed the captives, "I am Director Celaduil of the Aspis Consortium." In her burlap sack, Pinku struggled more and tried to shout through her leather gag. "You have been taken away from your parents for, shall we say, political reasons. Adult business, never you mind why," she condescended.

"This is your new home. Welcome to Operation Iridian. You work for us now. I have information here," she shook her dossier in the air, "that tells me your family members tend to have…high potential. We will identify yours and put them to use. But fear not! We will care for you and raise you as our own."

Director Celaduil approached the nearest child. "Oh, you all are so conveniently color-coded! You must be Haiiro." She poked at his gray hair and referred to the packet of paper in her hands. "Protective. Full of fight."

She stepped to the left. "Kuro," she looked at the boy with black hair, then turned toward the boy with white hair, who tried to lunge at her, "and Shiro. Also full of fight. Scrappy, even. You will learn to fight for us."

She moved down to the girl with pale blue hair. "Mizuiro. Always taking care of your siblings' cuts and scratches. Perhaps you would train well as a healer."

Moving farther to the left, Celaduil's eyes widened. "Ohhh. Pinku. White fur, pink eyes. A kitsune with albinism. Quite rare and full of psychic potential. Priceless on the black market. But you are our asset now. I shall be watching your training with great interest." She ruffled Pinku's pink hair while the young girl glowered at her. "Speak, little one. Tell me what you see." She freed Pinku's mouth.

With her leather gag removed, Pinku stared into Director Celaduil's eyes with an unnerving glare. "You! You…mean…evil…lady! Let us go! Take us back to Mama and Papa!" Her eyes took on a strange light. "You will be the cause of this place's fall! Four years. The Siege of the Serpents! Aspis will tumble from favor in Absalom. The Pathfinder Society will prevail!"

"Ugh. Shut her up," Celaduil waved her hand dismissively.

"Shutting her up, Director." The human holding Pinku returned the gag to cover her mouth.

"Worry not, little one," Celaduil continued, "We will mold your powers to our needs and I shall prevail!" She moved down the line.

Seeing the girl with golden hair, she remarked, "Kiiro. Acrobatic and agile." She looked at the red-haired, red-eyed girl next in line. "Akane. Eagle-eyed. Talks too much. Leave her gag on!

"I am left wondering how genetics must work in your family. Such diversity…"

Moving on, she came to the brown-haired boy. "Chairo. Also eagle-eyed. Loves animals. And here," she looked at the orange-haired girl next to him, "Orenji. Loves plants." She stepped to the left.

"…and last, but not least," Celaduil lifted one of the braids belonging to the last girl in line. "Purple hair, purple eyes, white fur. Murasaki. Not quite as rare of a coloration as your littlest sister, but still evidence of great magical potential. Quite the kitchen witch already, it says here. I'll be watching you as well."

The Director flipped through the dossier once more. "Wait." She looked up and down the line, counting. "Where's the redhead with green eyes? The sneaky one. Midori? Did I not see her?" She counted ten children once more, then strode over to the team leader. "Your orders were to collect all eleven children. Eleven! You brought back only ten!"

Celaduil turned away, growled in frustration, and then spun around on her heel, shoving her index finger in front of the team leader's face. "Drop the children off at the lab to be fitted with persuader collars, then get all of your sorry asses to the gym and count from one to eleven again and again until I come down to dismiss you!" The leader bowed and the extraction team departed.

Minutes later, Director Celaduil entered the laboratory. The Niji-iro children sat on benches, still bound and gagged. Aspis craftspeople moved throughout the room, fiddling with unmarked silvery metal bands. As the bands activated and started to glow with magic power, the crafters approached the children, opened up the bands, then closed them around the children's necks. The bands sealed themselves seamlessly and ceased glowing. The siblings exchanged worried glances.

One of the craftspeople placed a gourd on a table facing the children, then locked the eleventh band around it.

Celaduil addressed her captives. "Little ones, you have been fitted with magical devices that we like to call 'persuader collars.' These are to ensure your good behavior throughout your stay here. Allow me to demonstrate."

The Director held up a small object with a red button on one side. "A collar is controlled by its controller, here. It has a range of settings, from a gentle squeeze…." She pressed the button, causing the band to contract slightly, digging into the rind of the gourd. "...to 'oh, you really messed up this time'…." She turned the button clockwise and pressed it again. The band contracted to half of its diameter, bisecting the gourd with a sickly, wet sound. The band clattered to the floor with a sharp, metallic clang, eliciting muffled screams from the siblings.

"So if I untie you, I will expect you all to behave and obey." Celaduil moved to the right where Haiiro sat, removed his gag, and untied his bonds. Haiiro rubbed at his changed wrists and stared defiantly into his captor's eyes. "You would strangle a child for misbehaving? How horrible!"

She leaned down and returned his stare with a sober expression. "Oh, no, 'Gray.' If you cross the line, it won't be your collar we activate. No, two of your siblings' collars, instead." The children gasped in horror, some beginning to sob.

Director Celaduil untied the other children. Aspis staff escorted them to their quarters for the night. As they left the laboratory, Celaduil called after them in a falsely sweet tone, "I'll see you all in the morning! Pleasant dreams, little ones!"

The Director returned to her office to sleep on a couch for the remainder of the night, too tired to return to her nearby apartment. Lysandra Vex woke her at nine bells with a news report from the scene of the Minkan embassy. There were no survivors. All found within the building had been killed in the explosion and ensuing collapse.

"Well," Celaduil mused, "Midori died with her parents, but at least we have ten of the eleven." She left her office to get some coffee before inspecting the captive children.

On the way to the kitchen, the Director passed by the gymnasium. Hearing from within the voices of a tired group of people counting to eleven, she ran for the gym door. "Oh, shit, I forgot to tell them to stop!"

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Simple Life

Simple Life https://ift.tt/wpD7aSs by inkstiel "Now that they’ve got kitchen cabinets, he and Cas have discovered an affinity for mugs, which they hunt down at thrift stores–this morning, he picks a souvenir mug from Gatlinburg, Tennessee with the name “Alice” and a picture of a mama bear and two cubs on it. He puts out a mug for everyone else next to the percolator, including one for Jack, who is not allowed to drink coffee yet despite the fact that he’s living as a teenager, is technically the Antichrist, and was briefly God." (After The End, Dean and Cas live a simple life in the bunker, full of food and family and early mornings. Just a little domestic study of Dean and Cas finally getting a comparatively normal life.) Words: 3279, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Claire Novak, Castiel (Supernatural), Eileen Leahy Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Domestic af, Bunker Fic, Fix-it fic, Post-Canon, valentine's day exchange!, married deancas, Human Castiel (Supernatural), Trans Dean Winchester via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/iGxPHpO February 13, 2024 at 09:13PM

[bambirex]

I love your writing so much I’m obsessed so that’s why I been thinking on requesting steddie as Robin and Ted (himym) in that episode where Robin gets sick so it’s basically Eddie sick and Steve taking care of him they’re not together but they been flirting non stop and so Eddie is on his bed all sick and Steve is taking care of him and tries to kiss Eddie but he is like “oh you don’t want to kiss me, you’ll get sick” but Steve kisses him anyway and a week later Eddie is taking care of Steve and he is like discussing with Eddie the fact he got sick and Steve is like “Totally worth it”

Aww, thank you so much, it means a lot! 💕 I actually haven't seen himym so I'm just going off on a tangent here!

Warnings: none

*

Even with alarmingly pale cheeks, fever-red eyes and chapped lips, Eddie was still the most handsome man Steve has ever seen in his life.

And he has been seeing him a lot lately, as he took on the duty of taking care of Eddie, despite the latter's almost aggressive insistence that he didn't need a fussing mother hen around. He did grumble a bit at the beginning, very embarrassed by all the coddling, but now it seemed like he got used to it. Perhaps enjoyed it, even.

"Here's your tea," Steve announced as he placed the steaming mug down on the coffee table. Eddie stretched, his smile a little weak from exhaustion.

"That's like my fifth mug today, Harrington."

"You're getting a sixth later."

Eddie chuckled and rolled his eyes, but he reached for the mug anyway. Steve couldn't help but feel at least a little proud. Eddie flat-out told him that if anyone else tried to force him to stay in bed and drink that much tea, they would be flying out the window, but not Steve. For some reason, Eddie let Steve take care of him the way he deserved.

This fact made Steve's heart flutter inside his chest.

They had been hanging out a lot lately, even before Steve practically moved into Eddie's trailer to take care of him. They had gotten closer, and several of their interactions became a little... flirty? Maybe that was the best word Steve could use to describe it. Eddie was very affectionate with him, putting his hand on his knee while they sat next to each other, bumping their shoulders together when they walked. He spoke so softly to Steve, and always joked about how Steve was looking out to be perfect boyfriend material.

Steve always believed those flirty jokes were just that: jokes, nothing more. But he couldn't help it that his heart always beat so fast around Eddie, and he certainly couldn't help it when he heard that Eddie was feeling unwell. He practically rushed over to his place, because he wanted to be by his side as soon as possible.

Whether Eddie felt the same, he was unsure. He watched him sip his tea slowly, the light glinting off his rings as he held the mug. He had very long lashes, Steve noticed, which fluttered while he drank. For a second, he looked up at Steve over the rim of his mug and shot him a small smile. Steve bit his lip as he felt his cheeks heat up.

"You know," Eddie started, his voice hoarse, "I'm feeling better. You don't need to stay at my side all day."

"You want me to leave?" Steve couldn't mask the hurt in his voice. Sure, if he annoyed Eddie, he was more than willing to give him space, but the idea that Eddie might not want him there, even while sick and in need of some help simply broke his heart.

Eddie must have noticed that, because he suddenly reached for Steve's hands. His skin was cold and clammy from the fever, but Steve still held onto his hand almost desperately.

"I didn't say that," Eddie clarified. "I just don't want you to whither away at my side while you could be doing anything else."

"I like taking care of you," Steve replied quietly. "It's a... me thing."

Eddie snorted softly, an almost cheeky glint in his eye.

"You mean a mama bear thing?"

Steve let out an offended gasp, which soon turned into a grin when Eddie started laughing. It was a very weak, half-coughing sound, but it was still the most beautiful thing Steve has ever heard.

Silence fell on them afterwards. Eddie put his empty mug down, rubbing at his sore temples. Steve wondered what Eddie would do if he reached out and cupped his cheek, if he leaned in and kissed him. Would he get mad? Would he tell him where to shove it?

There was only one way to find out. And Steve has been through way too much shit to waste his life forever wondering.

He leaned in slowly, never taking his eyes off Eddie's face. Eddie's eyes widened when he realized what Steve was doing, but there was no disgust, no anger, or pity in those eyes.

Yet, he did stop Steve with a gentle hand on his shoulder just before their lips could meet. Steve blinked, then his cheeks reddened in shame. He clearly fucked this up, he definitely misread the signs.

"I want nothing more than to kiss you," Eddie reassured him, as if reading his thoughts, "but first of all, I'm gross and snotty, and I don't want you to get sick either."

"That's the only reason you don't want it?" Steve perked up, his voice wavering with hope. Eddie nodded with a smile, gently caressing Steve's cheek.

"Yeah. Otherwise I would already be kissing you."

"Well," Steve chuckled, cupping Eddie's face, "I don't give a shit if I get sick."

With that, he finally pressed their lips together. It was even better than he imagined it would be, even with Eddie sick: his hands found their way into Eddie's hair while Eddie wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close until Steve was perched on his lap. They kissed for long minutes before Eddie announced that he couldn't breathe anymore.

*

About a week later, they switched roles with Steve coughing up his lungs in his bed and Eddie staying at his bedside, holding his hand.

"See, I told you," Eddie sighed, gently kissing his sick boyfriend's knuckles, "you kissed me, and now you're sick."

To that, Steve only chuckled weakly. He rolled to his side, peering up at Eddie from under his heavy eyelids with a hopefully dreamy smile. It just probably looked very weak, but who cared? He was the happiest man on Earth now, even with a high fever.

"It was totally worth it," he replied honestly. Eddie rolled his eyes, but there was a fond smile on his lips as he kissed Steve on the forehead.