#ml drabble

[aidanchaser]

47 for Spotify wrapped— love square hurt/comfort mayhaps?

this is perfect bc your injured ladrien left me ravenous and now i'm in a mood about it

47. Doubt Comes In by Anaïs Mitchel / Hadestown Original Broadway Cast

Doubt comes in The wind is changing Doubt comes in How cold it's blowing Doubt comes in And meets a stranger Walking on a road alone

He wants to tell her she can trust him, to promise he'll always be there for her.

But he can't. Because he hasn't.

Her back is as impenetrable as any fortress, with spots like danger signs. His hand might as well be reaching for the moon.

She won't look at him, but the truth spills out between bitten off breaths, secrets stilted by stifled sobs. Her words strike as if they were her yo-yo, hurled with each exhale, recalled with each intake.

Desperately, suddenly, as if he could interrupt her and undo her tale, he gasps—“Plagg, claws out!”

It's you It's me

[monpetitchattriste]

Here is a small drabble I did about Ladybug wanting to be with Chat but knowing she can't.

Impossible.

That's what they were. Always and forever, they would be impossible. No matter which way the earth would turn, they would never truly be with each other.

Maybe that comforted her a little bit at night, or maybe it just added to the anxieties in her mind.

Either way, she just knew that they would be doomed from the beginning.

And maybe that was the thrill of it, knowing that no matter what happened, it would always end the same way. There was no risk if you knew the consequences.

So she lied. To herself. To him.

What started as a small lie grew.

A kiss on the cheek won't hurt. She thought to herself as she leaned in and placed a small kiss to his left cheek. And it was worth it.

To see his eyes light up with surprise and happiness. A small red hue peeked out from under his mask. The way his cat ears seemed to perk up more, and his whole demeanor changed.

And she would think, maybe it doesn't have to be this way, maybe they could work.

But then they would go their separate ways, and she would be reminded that they would never work.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were impossible.

Their love destroyed worlds.

Yet late at night she couldn't help but wonder, dream, plead to whoever would listen that maybe just maybe they could be together. She knew in her soul that they could be possible.

It didn't matter how many tears she cried or sunrises she watched after countless sleepless nights. The universe would never grant her those wishes.

So her lie grew even more.

A peck on the lips won't hurt. She knew it was cruel toying with Chat’s feelings like this. But that didn't stop her.

"See you next time, M'lady." He held two fingers to his forehead, saluting to her as he extended his staff and readied himself to jump off into the night.

Now was her chance. She had to know what his lips tasted like. Just a peck.

"Wait!" Her voice sounded a little too desperate.

He stopped and let his baton collapse into itself. "What?" Chat looked at her with confusion in her eyes.

And before she could stop herself, she stepped forward and kissed him.

Then, just like that, she ran away, swinging into the night sky, not wanting to see the reaction he had.

She would again lay awake at night, letting her fingers trace her lips forever, thinking about that kiss.

He tasted like honey and sunshine. And left her craving more.

She liked him a lot. Even if she didn't want to admit it out loud or even to herself, she knew deep down she liked him.

So she continued with the lie.

Chaste kisses become ones of fiery passions.

So she would let this romance continue because nothing was at stake when she lied.

[frickingnerd]

secretly making out with chat noir

pairing: adrien agreste / chat noir x gn!reader

summary: your secret make out session with your superhero boyfriend gets cut short due to an akuma attack...

tags: secret relationship, secret make out session, clingy!reader, wholesome fluff, bits of angst (chat having to leave too soon)

“please don't stop… don't go yet!”

you were clinging onto your boyfriend, who had just pulled away from your lips after a few minutes of making out. the only few minutes of the day you even got to be with him!

“i have to. you know that…”

it pained chat to leave you already. he just got to see you again, when time was already up again. you both knew it would be like this. secretly dating a superhero wouldn't be easy. but every time you had to say goodbye hurt.

“just one more minute…”

you tried to bargain with chat, but he had to keep strong. he wanted to spend all the time in the world with you, but he knew he had to go again.

“i promise you, i'll make it up to you!”

he pressed a quick kiss onto your lips, before hopping out of the alley you two were hiding in, leaving you wondering when you got to see him again…

[lovesickchoi]

🗂️ Love Language Files

───〃★ TXT Special Mini Series ✦ MDNI

5 boys. 5 love languages. 5 chances to be seen, touched, spoiled, praised, and taken care of from head to toe.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ A short and steamy oneshot series inspired by TXT’s latest comeback Love Language, where each member shows you love in their own unforgettable way.

🔐 The Files:

✦ File 01 – Soobin: Quality Time

After a missed anniversary and weeks spent out of sync, Soobin just wants to be close to you again—really close. No rush, no performance. Just you, him, and the quiet reminder that you still belong to each other.

�� Word Count: 3.8k → Warnings: smut, f!reader, emotional intamacy, no protection, soft dom!soobin, sub!reader, cock warming, slight oral f!rec, praise, romance, no protection, finishing inside

✦ File 02 – Yeonjun: Words of Affirmation

Casual hookups transcend into more when Yeonjun can no longer keep his feelings at bay. With praise on his tongue and dirty words a testament of his devotion to you, he’s determined to show you what he’s been holding back.

→ Word Count: 2.4k → Warnings: f!reader, smut, dirty talk, praise, reassurance, a lot of dialogue, fwb to lovers, dry humping, no protection

✦ File 03 – Beomgyu: Gift Giving

Beomgyu remembers everything—the color you blushed at in the boutique window, the toy you joked about once. You didn’t expect to wear both tonight, or for him to use them while you’re stuck smiling at strangers. But he gives you what you want, and loves watching you unravel in return.

→ Word Count: 4.5k → Warnings: f!reader, smut, lingerie, use of toys, car sex, public teasing, exhibitionism, oral f!receiving, no protection

✦ File 04 – Taehyun: Acts of Service

He fixes, he folds, and he fucks like he’s determined to show you just how much he cares. You want nothing more than to return the favor, be the one who takes care of him for once. But Taehyun can't imagine not being of service to you.

→ Word Count: 3.3k → Warnings: f!reader, smut, domestic tension, switch but mostly dom!taehyun, kitchen sex, service kink, oral f!receiving, no protection

✦ File 05 – Hueningkai: Physical Touch

It’s been days since the fight, and you’ve barely touched him. Hueningkai’s been patient—gentle reminders, fleeting contact, anything to feel close again. But once you let him in, he makes sure you never pull away again.

→ Word Count: 2.5k → Warnings: smut, f!reader, dom!hueningkai, sub!reader, makeup sex, wall sex, riding, overstimulation, possession themes, begging, multiple orgasms

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

♡ chronicle #4 : welcome back ♡

wc : 5338

somehow, you've gotten used to living without your dragon man.

it shouldn't have been that hard to began with, you reason. since you'd only been living with him for a couple of weeks. you'd spent your whole life without this rude, bratty, infuriatingly handsome dragon guy. it really shouldn't have been hard.

you wake up to get ready for work feeling more tired than usual. this had been the case for the last two weeks now. you're lost at work, you've been really close to coming late more than once. you're coworker sachi has also asked if you were sick at least 5 times in one week, so you assume you don't exactly look your best right now.

you grab some leftovers from the fridge, hastily throwing them in the microwave to check up on your coffee. when you're done eating with the only background noise being the tv playing some game show reruns, you put your plate in the sink and remember a little too late that no one's there to clean them up for you anymore. you feel stupid, staring at the dishes like they'll suddenly wash themselves.

you'll wash them when you get back.

work goes by in a blur. you hardly remember what you did, who you'd talked to or what you had for lunch. the trip back home feels unfamiliar, like someone else was controlling your body for you. you don't mind as long as you can go home and sleep.

when you walk through your door, you check your couch reflexively, even though you've reminded yourself multiple times no one would be waiting there for you. the tv's turned off like it was when you'd left, there's nothing cooking on the stove, and there's no one on your couch.

despite reminding yourself.

you really need some sleep.

you order take out and eat while watching your favorite show for the 5000th time. it feels boring instead of comforting like it usually is, so you end up skipping a bunch of episodes straight to your favorite.

sometimes, you feel like it was all one big dream. falling in love with a dragon only for him to leave you seemed like something you could really only see in your own fantasy. but you know it isn't, because if it were you'd be able to forget about it. about him. but you can't.

it isn't painful, it doesn't feel like your heart is about to burst. it just feels so lonely. you feel like a part of you is missing, like a piece of your heart was filled to the brim with warmth only for that part to be taken away from you and leaving you cold and hollow. you don't like feeling like this. you shouldn't feel like this over someone you'd technically just met.

but it wasn't like that with him, it didn't feel like you'd just met. despite only living with him for a few weeks, you felt like you'd known him all your life. it was like you were catching up with an old friend the more you spoke to him. everything in you felt good with him. everything felt so right with him.

before you know it there are tears clouding your vision, you will yourself not to let them overflow. you hadn't cried since the day he left, you'd been distracting yourself with work not to. your favorite part of the episode comes up yet all you can do is focus on not bursting into tears. you can't go to bed feeling like shit since you've got work tomorrow. you decide to head to bed early tonight.

you'd like to think you can fool yourself into believing you've gotten used to living without katsuki. but unfortunately, you have to admit you aren't that good at lying to yourself when the first teardrop hits your pillow.

katsuki feels incredibly wrong.

it's way past the time he's usually asleep, but despite tossing and turning he can't keep his eyes shut because every time he does he sees you.

you, with your stupid bright smile. you with your stupid puffed out cheeks and pout when you'd caught him nabbing your food too late. you with your bright eyes when you come back from work to see he's made your favorite.

and you, with your glossy wet eyes when he told you he was leaving.

he really needs some fuckin' sleep.

for the last two weeks, he's been telling himself that this was better for you—for you both. he knows he could never truly be good for you. no matter how well he'd learn to cook your favorite meal. no matter how many movies and tv shows you watch together. no matter how good it feels to be with you, you'll always be a human and he, a dragon.

you're different beings made for different lives. he wasn't raised for battle, but it is a primary part of the dragon code, especially in his faction. survival of the fittest and whatnot. you were made for office jobs and midnight take out and romance movies, not for anything he was.

his friends were more than happy to see he'd finally come back home. they had basically choke-slammed him to the ground to hug him, and he can't deny he felt really a little bit happy to see them again.

he'd expected his mom to nag his ear off like she usually does but he was more than shocked to feel her wrap her arms around him tightly. she had told him she was happy to see he hadn't caused any trouble for himself and he could hear the quiver in her voice and feel the slight shakiness in her tightly strung limbs. he hadn't said anything and simply quietly held her back. his father had joined the group hug soon after and katsuki closed his eyes, indulging in the warmth of his parents' love.

this is good. this feels nice. this is where he's supposed to be.

it felt nice at the time, he recalls. but it didn't feel right.

for the last two weeks, he's been trying to tell himself that despite how much he aches, how much he yearns for you, you aren't made for him.

unfortunately, besides admitedly being a horrible liar, katsuki will forever be a selfish dragon. he only focuses on what he wants, and he wants you more than anything. he needs you more than anything.

" fuck this.." he mutters, throwing and arm over his eyes. he starts absentmindedly rubbing at his hair, like you used to. but it doesn't feel as comforting, so he huffs again.

he'd been told he unfortunately couldn't do anything about the tournament, but on a better note the guy he faced off again would be disqualified from participating since he did end up getting something from a witch, like katsuki thought. kirishima had wrapped an arm around his shoulder and told him it was a good thing. but to be honest, katsuki had almost fully forgotten about that shitty tournament. his father told him there would always be a next one. the next one in ten years. the thought of not seeing you in that time crosses his mind at makes him feel like he swallowed something sour. there's a bitter taste in his mouth at the thought but he can do nothing but try to ignore it.

just as he's about to turn to the other side of his bed a knock his door startles him. his mom walks in shortly after, opening the door halfway before walking in when she sees him awake.

" i didn't say you could come in." he grumbles half heartedly, sleep riddled voice slightly groggy. mitsuki simply sits on his bed near him, patting at his leg over the covers.

"m'not allowed to check up on my runaway son ? don't want you to leave again." she jests. katsuki knows she's joking, but he still feels a pang of guilt in his chest. he grumbles something unintelligible in response.

no words are exchanged for a moment, then mitsuki pats her son's leg a little harder, he snarls at her but she simply smiles at him.

"what do you say we go get some air ?"

the night air feels good.

soaring through the sky feels comforting. feeling the way the wind rushes through his scales feels almost therapeutic to him. it can be thrilling to soar through the air the same way it can also be calming. it provides him serenity he can't quite put into words.

katsuki finds himself wishing he could fly like this with you like when he brought you back home from work. he remembers how you'd screamed your lungs out, clutched onto him so tightly and when you'd landed back home with wobbly legs and messy..everything, you'd proclaimed it was the first and last time you'd ever go for a dragon ride. he remembers how hard he laughed and he chuffs to himself unconsciously at the memory.

flying around when he was irritated or stressed wasn't uncommon for him but he only remembers a handful of times he'd went flying with his mother. other than the times he was younger and still learning how to get the hang of it. he has to admit that that feels good, too.

they decide to rest on a nearby mountain they saw in the horizon. as soon as they land katsuki changes back into his human form, stretching as he let's out a yawn. the only remaining traces of his dragon form being his red horns and scaley tail accompanied by large red wings. he hears his mom flap her wings behind him as she also let's out a little yawn of her own. she sits down onto the gravely bottom and katsuki raises a brow before taking a spot next to her.

it's quiet as they both silently stare at the moon. it's a little chilly out but katsuki doesn't mind much.

"so," mitsuki sighs, taking a large gulp of the fresh air " you gonna tell me what happened when you went on your little expedition?" she bumps her shoulder with his playfully, katsuki growls but doesn't snap back like he usually would.

he simply shrugs "it wasn't an expedition." he gulps, it feels like a knot grows in his throat. "it wasn't anything." he doesn't notice the way his hands are tightened into fists, but his mother does.

"that so ?" she utters. she speaks in a nurturing way. that soft tone that only a mother could use for her child. it upset him even more as the knot in his throat tightens.

"i.." katsuki starts "i was around a lot of humans.." he admits. his mother hums in response, urging him to continue. "saw a lot of things, tried a lot of human stuff."

"human stuff ?"

"human foods and desserts and stuff. and movies. they're people moving around acting inside a big box that they call a tv." he tries his best to explain it in the simplest way considering it took him a while to grasp the concept of electronics himself. he can tell his mother doesn't really understand, but he's thankful she simply nods and let's him continue.

"it wasn't too bad." he concedes. " i didn't wanna kill too many of them." he jokes, his mother chuckles in response.

"anything else happen ?" she asks with a smile. katsuki can already tell shes's onto him. screw this mother's intuition shit.

he opens and closes his mouth a few times, nothing he wants to say seems to come out right.

"ma.." he starts, she hums " when you--how did it feel for you when you fell in love with pops ?"

her eyes widen at his question. she sits and thinks about it for a minute, then a smile grows on her face. " it's not something i can really explain. i just knew it when i saw him, i knew he was meant to be mine."

"even though he's a human..?" he mumbles quietly. his mother doesn't seem fazed, her dazed smile remains.

"yeah." she answers simply.

"it didn't bother you ?"

"nope." she immediatly answers, popping the p.

"it wasn't weird ?"

" it took a little gettin' used to." she hums "we're completely different after all. his family wasn't exactly on board with it. but they didn't say anythin' when i showed 'em my dragon form, i think they were just really amazed." she laughs at her own joke and katsuki fights an eyeroll.

"how'd you do it then ? how'd you..get used to it ?" he asks almost urgently.

her smile hasn't faltered since the beginning of the conversation. it seems to have gotten even wider and even brighter. " i didn't do anything. i loved your father, i still do." she sighs dreamily " when i was around him i didn't worry about anything. i didn't worry about what others thought to begin with, but i didn't worry about that. i wasn't scared of the future or anything."

"there was nothing for me to be worried about when i was around him. it always just felt like things would work out. we made each other happy, and when i was around him it all felt so.." she can't seem to find the right word to use but katsuki finds one for her immediatly.

"right ?" he finishes.

"yeah" she smiles, eyes softening as she looks at her son "yeah, it felt really right."

for the last two weeks, katsuki's been trying to deceive himself. by now he knows it isn't working. at all. he'd been trying to keep his mind quiet. he's been spending time with his friends and it's been nice. but there's clearly something missing. something he knows that his parents or his friends can fill, despite them caring so much for him. and he feels bad because he cares, he really does. but there's something he needs.

you're the one he needs.

"i think.." katsuki jumps a little when his mom speaks up again "i think there's somewhere you need to be, isn't there ?" she asks, though that knowing look she gives him clearly says she already knows the answer.

katsuki bites his lip, looking down towards the ground below. he can't see the bottom.

"i'm scared, ma.." he admits, meekly. mitsuki's heart squeezes at her little boy's heart showing in his eyes, scared of the unknown despite trying his best to convince himself he isn't.

his mother places her hand ontop of his and squeezes " i know, i know you are.." she comforts.

"w-what if it's too late and i messed shit up ?" she shakes her head, shushing him.

"you didn't, i know you didn't." she speaks carefully "if that person is the right one for you, then there's absolutely no way you have." she pulls him into a hug and he hugs her back tightly. no more words are exchanged as katsuki and his mother sit there. she pulls away and presses her forehead to his.

"you get goin' now, okay ?" she feels him nod after a moment and her smiles grows wider. she ruffles her son's hair and he grumbles, pushing at her arm and he fights off a smile.

he's sure, he knows what he needs to do now.

he gets up with vigor and stretches out his limbs and his wings as they flex and expand on his back. before he takes off though, he hears his mom call for him. he turns to look at her proud smiling face.

"you'd better come and visit !" she grinned, sharp fangs on display. katsuki smiles back at that, sharp grin rivaling hers.

" obviously !" he affirms, before taking off.

you wake up like you'd had the best sleep in your life. probably because you cried yourself to sleep.

you're awake an hour earlier than you usually are and you can't seem to get back to sleep. so bitterly, you decide to just get up and start your day an hour early.

you're definitely not getting ready for work at this hour, so your hello- kitty jammies are staying on. you remember you have a half eaten tub of vanilla-caramel-brownie ice cream in the freezer and it makes you a little happier. you walk over to your fridge with a little skip in your step.

when you sit down on your couch and turn your tv on you can already see the sun rising from your balcony. and it makes you dread having to go to work in an hour and a few minutes, you do your best to ignore it and watch a rerun of some old drama tv show you found.

you take your first bite and hum to yourself happily. the ice cream melts on your tongue and the flavours burst onto your tastes buds. if you could you'd eat ice cream every single day.

but katsuki would scold you for it.

it feels a little harder to swallow down your next bite.

the female and male lead on the show are arguing about something. the man says he only has eyes for the lady. he says that it's always been her, that if he were reborn in another life, in another country, he would still always find his way back to her.

you quietly keep watching, taking smaller and smaller scoops of ice cream. the lady is doubtful, she asks the male how she knows he won't break her heart. he responds that she only needs to trust him, that she needs trust herself.

"what is your heart telling you right now ?" he asks.

"it's telling me.." there's a dramatic pause " that i love you..!" she declares.

the two share a hug and an old ending song plays, you can hear an audience clapping like you sometimes do in old sitcoms. you really wish you could go back to sleep when you check your phone and see that only twenty minutes have passed. you wonder if you can call in sick as you play around with your ice cream, but you draw the line at that. that'd be too childish and you're too grown to be faking sick just because you got your heart broken.

you switch through a couple of channels before you land on an animal documentary. it's about red panda's and red panda's are adorable, so you shuffle on your couch to get comfortable and scoop up another big bite of ice cream.

the moment you bring your spoon to your lips though, you suddenly feel a big gust of wind. accompanied by a loud crash. and a giant hole through your fucking wall.

your spoon stays frozen against your lips, it's cold but you can barely feel it. slowly, you turn to look at something coming out of the cloud of smoke caused by the debris.

or no, it's a someone. you can see them stand up straighter as huge wings stretch on their back along with huge pointy horns and—actually maybe it is a something after all.

except you squint and you realise that it isn't a something.

it's katsuki.

it's katsuki and he's looking at you, bright red eyes focused solely on yours. he's here, he's here with you.

and he's once again blasted a hole through your wall.

you almost want to laugh, but you're afraid if you do you'll start crying. so you simply stare at him. he takes a deep breath and opens his mouth

“hi..” he exhales.

he’s heaving, taking in the force at which your wall was blasted into pieces one could assume it was probably because he was flying really fast, and he was. but this wasn’t really going all out for him. frankly, katsuki bakugou is heaving because he’s so incredibly nervous.

“h-hi..” you utter back, wide eyed. katsuki zones in on something on your face and furrows his brows.

“you’re eating that cold shit that early in the morning ? you’ll get sick.” he chides. this time you do laugh, because he’s so insanely ridiculous, how could you not.

“yeah well, no one was here to stop me so..” he knows the other meaning to your joke very well and his heart hurts at the sadness in your eyes when you fully realize he’s actually here.

“why did you—i thought you had to go home ?” you stutter. he takes a hesitant step towards your couch, towards you. his hand twitches, wanting to reach out to you, to touch you, but he holds back for now.

“yeah i did.” he nods “so here i am.”

your heart feels like it’s beating while being held down under a huge weight. you want to do so many things. you want to cry, ask him so many questions and kiss his mouth off but you can only bring yourself to ask “why ?”

katsuki frowns at the way your bottom lip wobbles and he immediately decides he can’t have that. he walks up to you and grabs your hand to pull you towards him, you stand up with a squeal as he pulls you into him. you’re ice cream long forgotten as neither of you notice the tub hitting the floor.

right now you’re only focused on him and he on you.

“i-i tried to tell myself that i didn’t need you at first, that it was better if i didn’t. we both know we’re—more than completely different,” he chuckles humorlessly. “tried telling myself that i didn’t need you because i didn’t need you my entire life, so why should meeting you, a human, change anything ?”

"but then—i don’t know, i realized that i’d spent so much time with you and your normal human life. with your weird habits and routines and your cheesy animal love stories. and then suddenly i just—" he stops himself mid rambling, he’s still heaving and he can’t seem to calm down. until you reach up and place your hand in his hair.

in seconds it’s feels like he can breathe again. your hands in his hair feel like taking a flight in the dead of night. your entire being is like the way it feels when the wind rushes through his scales.

he needs you, he needs you, he needs you, he needs you and he needs you so bad.

he plops his head against your shoulder and you hear the purring sound from when you’d first pet him in your office building. when you didn’t really know why you did, and that it just felt right to.

“suddenly i realized that i couldn’t be without you. i couldn’t see myself without you and your stupid smug face whenever you’re being a smart ass. without you and your weird taste in movies and your hands in my hair and your smile and—" he cuts himself off again. seemingly realizing he’d said too much. you don’t want to embarrass him too much too soon so you hold back the giggle bubbling up in your throat.

“i thought you liked my taste in movies.” you joke, playing with the hair on his nape. you feel him huff a chuckle against your shoulder.

“never said i didn’t like it. said it’s weird.”

“is there really a difference?” you snort.

“hell yeah there is,” he retorts “ya go from watchin’ that weird demon cat on your phone to watching the conjuring in the same breath.”

“ that just means i'm open to a lot of genres, it’s a good thing !” he snorts then grumbles some kind of agreement under his breath “and don’t you insult hello kitty like that ! she’s done nothing to be classified as a ‘demon cat’.”

“ it’s fuckin’ weird. why doesn’t it have a mouth ? and why are it’s black beady eyes starin’ into my fuckin’ soul ?”

“ quit calling her 'it' ? and she’s adorable !”

“she’s freaky is what she is.” you groan.

"you're insufferable. so incredibly annoying." you grumble in defeat. he lifts his head up to look at you then, his award winning cheese on display with a tiny fang poking out.

"yeah, maybe..but you missed me." he counters. you huff, but you really can't lie "yeah, yeah i did" you say. it comes out sadder than you'd wanted it to, and he seems to notice it. his eyebrows furrow and the remorseful look on his face makes your heart burn. your expression mirrors his as you speak.

"i really did miss you, katsuki. i really did." you whisper sorrowfully. you feel him wipe the tears you didn't even know where about to spill from the corner of your eyes. he grabs your cheeks in both of his large hands and wipes at your eyes, then rubs at your cheeks softly. his eyes burn with unspoken words and feelings and you don't need to hear him say anything to understand. you understand him better than anyone. human or dragon.

and that's all you need.

"i know." he leans in until you're inches away and your eyes flutter closed when he nuzzles his nose against your tenderly. he places his forehead against yours in a way you can only describe as loving. "i know." he whispers again.

"but i won't leave again. i promise." he vows, rubbing his nose against your cheek. the gesture feels very animal like and you giggle a little. he huffs against your cheek in amusement. "you're mine, you've always been. i know that—i'm sure of it now." he corrects "so i'm not goin' anywhere." he's so close. just like that night.

you want to let go, want to give yourself to him and trust him but there's something holding you back. katsuki can tell you're doubtful. he nudges his head against your softly, "talk to me." he urges.

"i just..i'm scared.." you admit "what if things don't work out ? i really, really like you katsuki." your voice trembles and your bottom lip wobbles the slightest bit "i don't want you to go away again.." he shakes his head adamntly, his hair tickles against your forehead. he breathes a sigh and pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes properly.

"i don't know how the future will turn out, or what's gonna happen." he knocks his forehead against yours again "but that doesn't scare me. mostly cus i'm not scared of anything," you roll your eyes but you can't help the chuckle that rips out of you. he smiles, obviously proud of his joke.

"but also because i know you're it for me. no matter what happens, i trust that i'll always come back to you." he seems to realize he's been awfully out of character. a cute blush grows on his face but that doesn't deter him in the slightest, as his eyes stay fixed on you. it makes chills run down your spine.

"you..were made for me. that's all i need." he closes his eyes, embarrasment catching up to him. you smile at how adorable your cranky dragon man could be when he wanted to be.

that's all he needs. you're all he needs. the thought fills your body with so much warmth and love.

you bring your hands up to his cheeks. he opens his eyes. looking down at you with half lidded eyes and so much affection it makes you giddy.

"what is your heart telling you right now ?"

you smile up at him, a watery giggle slips past your lips.

" i love you."

you trust yourself. you trust katsuki. you trust your love for him.

his eyes widen. and suddenly he's leaning down and all he gives you as a warning is a breathy whisper of your name. you don't think twice when you nod your head fervently and then he's closing the distance and kissing you.

in a second it's like you feel whole. it's like he breathes life into you with the kiss he presses onto your lips. and the next one, and the one after that.

he pulls back to catch his breath for no less than three seconds before he's stealing yours away again. but you don't mind in the slightest. you'd give all of yourself up willingly to him. you wish you could stay close with him, holding onto him like this forever.

but then there's a sudden sharp pain in your lip.

"ouch !" you yelp. katsuki immediatly pulls back, eyes racking over your face until he notices red on your lip. you lick at your bottom lip and taste blood. you look up at him, a mix of amusement and suprise on your features. after a second, you let out a chuckle.

"guess you missed me lots, huh ?" you laugh some more when he growls at you. trying his best to seem somewhat intimidating despite the state he's in. he's breathing heavy and he's sweating a little bit, cheeks fully red.

"b-be quiet, human." he leans down and licks the blood off your lip. it flusters you despite him meaning it innocently, dragons are way more direct when it comes to physical affection, it seemed. "i'll roast you alive."

"no you won't, liar." you answer arrogantly. you bring your arms to rest around his neck, your hands play around with the hair on his nape. "you like me too much."

"you're gettin' real cocky, aren't ya ?"

"am i wrong ?" you counter. he narrows his eyes at your challenge but lowers his head in defeat soon after. he shakes his head with a chuckle. "no, guess you're not." he concedes.

"you guess ?" you tease.

"don't push your luck, loser." he nips at your nose, and you giggle. he snarls at you when you tug at his horn, but he can't hide the smile on his face.

"i—uh." he looks away, off to the side towards your tv "love. you. too..or whatever you humans say.." he confesses shyly. too much direct eye contact for one day, it seems. you giggle, then lean in and press a sweet kiss to his lips. it takes him a second before he eases into it. slowly, just as passionately as the first time, but you both know there's no rush to let each other know how you feel. you've got all the time in the world together.

"i'm glad.." you say once you pull away. "so, can i assume that means you're back now?" you joke.

"i told you i'm not goin' nowhere. you're mine." he asserts " i'm back." he states with a fanged grin.

you smile wider at his words. you're smiling so hard your cheeks start to hurt but you really don't mind "welcome back." you answer lovingly.

this feels right. this feels like where you both belong. he's back.

back where he belongs.

you pat his nape "to make yourself back at home, you can make me breakfast !" you chirp. "you owe me at least twenty five homemade dinners too, so you'd better get to work." you laugh out loud when he pokes at your side with one hand, with the one on your face squeezing your cheeks out.

"cheeky brat, already puttin' me to work, hah ?!" he grins "i guess i do owe you dinner though, but definitely not fuckin' twenty five of 'em !" you both laugh at each other some more and you wish all of your days with him here could feel like this. but even if they don't, you're not worried. as long as you're together, you know everything will be okay. you trust that with all your heart.

"katsuki ?" you start after a moment. he hums in response, urging you to continue while he nibbles and presses smooches on your shoulder. you smile, you're so incredibly happy.

"fix up my damn wall, would you ?"

and here it is yall, the final chapter ! thank you all sooooo much for the overwhelming amount of love for this silly lil series. i couldn't be happier that you guys liked this fic just as much as i did writing it ! and i hope this ending makes yall happy (cuz some of yall were losin it last chap LOLOLOL) take this super fluffy ending as an apology for that then !! much luvv <333

taglist ! : @sikuthealien @rosemarygalaxy @guccirosegold @queenpiranhadon @k0z3me @katsuisbaby @lovra974 @katsus-mistress @briokayama @sixxze @lupikekee @nymphsdomain @berryvioo @roboticsuccubus83 @yao-ai @haruesme @omayrac @raatass @touyasprettydoll

[mostmagical]

to earth, from émilie

this 100 word drabble is the feather chapter from my @sadrien-week ficlet Like Salt Water to a Blister, posted yesterday to ao3, but I like it so much, I decided to share it here on its own.

•

It was strange, to feel so proud of something so entirely morbid. But every bit of her was.

Her heart dropped to her stomach when it happened. When she saw her precious baby, lying on the ground, tears streaming down his red, ruddy cheeks. His tiny leg— swollen, even beyond the normal baby fat. It was horrible.

But at the same time, it was magnificent.

Instead of floating like a feather, he fell— to Earth. Solid, and human, and breakable. Real.

“Hush, you’re okay,” Emilie whispered as she brought Adrien close, kissing golden hair. “My love, stop crying.”

He did.

[stillpanicking]

Emergency Commissions

Currently going through some personal problems. Work started to slow down in the family business here and I'm in need of some extra cash without crashing out fully at my own work. I am going to be doing drabbles (500 words or less), Ficlet (1000 words or less). If you have something in mind, DM for any questions!

If you are interested, I have a buymeacoffee profile or via paypal.

Fandoms:

Danny Phantom DC Dragon Age Inquisition/Veilguard Marvel Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery/Legacy Miraculous Ladybug Mass Effect DP x DC Maribat ROTBTD

If you have any questions, or ask about a fandom outside what I posted above (I'm in a lot of fandoms, otherwise the list would get rather long...)

[6okuto-moved]

COVE RELATIONSHIP HCS

gn!reader | tbh i thought i alrdy did this but i guess not.? cove hcs r hard bc i can't remember what is literally Just Canon.

he instinctively offers you the last seat on the bus. if you want him to sit down it's a little fight /lh. the both of you staring at the other, nodding toward the seat. "i don't need to sit down. we walked a lot, you must be tired." "we walked the same amount so you'd be the same amount of tired." etc etc

he'll sit down if you stand in front of him.. one time a lady commented on how cute you two were and (after thanking her) he flushed and rested his head against your stomach, fiddling with the hem of your shirt to hide how giddy he was

he also instinctively gets your favourite snacks while you're out shopping btw

can't walk around any mall or market without you in mind. we know this but really imagine cove walking into stores he probably wouldn't have otherwise just to see if they had something for you. him calling a store to check when they'd have something in stock again so he could surprise you. him debating between two shirts/charms/etc for like 10 minutes because he wants to make sure he gets the best one

cove texting you to tell you about about a new fish he found. or telling you about what fish you'd both be. constantly thinking of you whenever said fish is mentioned and, to strangers, randomly lighting up at its name

you text cove a pick-up line and get left on read for like 5-10 minutes while he 1) recovers and 2) looks for one to send back

asking cove to kiss where you got hurt as a joke and him doing it. and then kissing you again. and then kissing you on the LIPS!

you make a little charm bracelet that says something silly like "best bf <3" "i love u <3" etc etc and he just doesn't take it off. makes one for you too. do not ask how long he was standing in the same michaels aisle trying to pick the perfect beads/charms...

you visit him at work except you actually meet his coworkers and everyone already at least knows your name.

he Makes Sure he's the first one to tell you happy birthday. Always. will say it at midnight and when you wake up in the morning. it's a minute to midnight and he is Staring at the clock as the seconds tick away.

^ he puts sooo much thought into your gifts and celebration... if you Do have a party, he still makes sure to have time together alone afterward :-( asks if you had a good time and gets all happy when you thank him... he tells you it's the least he could do for you

walks in on you watching a show and asks what it's about and suddenly it's 2 hours later, you're both caught up, and he's tense because your favourite character is collecting death flags and he's worried for everyone involved right now . at least if the character dies he's already prepared to comfort you

cove when asked what he thinks the most romantic song is says the song you picked for your first dance. when asked Why he thinks so, he goes red but explains, eyes flickering over to you and a soft smile on his lips

carries your bag whenever you ask. does not matter if it's a backpack or tote bag or shaped like a chicken (something i really want) like Don't worry about it

makes a playlist with your favourite songs to play in the car so no matter where you're going, he hopes you have a good start to your day/trip

cove asks what song you're playing/humming and if you mention it's onw of your favourites, he goes out of his way to listen to it and at least sort of know the lyrics

when you move in together he's stuck in a constant happy state because he keeps looking over at things and realizing You're Living Together. you're unpacking boxes with YOUR stuff you will both cook in that kitchen you will go shopping together for decor for YOUR place he's going to SLEEP and WAKE UP to you EVERY morning

and you tease him about how you were already seeing each other every day before this and he's like well, yeah, but this is different.

supports you with all your hobbies/interests.... helping you look for a new bookshelf to keep your books/collectibles.... listening to you explain the complexities and tragedy of your favourite character/ship.... offering his opinions when asked,, he's not sure how much you should trust him, especially if he has no experience with it, but he's always a little happier after you thank him with a smile

remembers the names of people who've done you wrong. will block you from sight if you're at an event and see them and asks if you're alright or want to go somewhere else

cove always offers to help you study and quiz you if you have an exam coming up. you can also count on him to make sure you aren't stressing yourself out or sleeping too late. and then, no matter how you feel coming out of the exam, he will always make sure to treat you to something to say good job :-)

Your guy to go to if you're feeling sad or anxious. he'll do whatever you'd like/he knows would help ... taking care of your share of the chores without being asked, cuddle you for a couple hours, shower you with praise and reassurance, take you out on a date, etc

always interested in hearing what happened at an event he didn't accompany you to! even if it was just a hangout with friends, he'll listen to you recount jokes and things that happened. if it was a bigger event, he'll listen As he helps you wind down from a long day

if you have a small business, cove will actually order things himself during shop openings. as if all your stock isn't a couple rooms over and he doesn't help you pack orders. the both of you celebrate your first sale, big achievements, etc ^___^

basically literally canon but hides his face in the crook of your neck when he's feeling shy . but like (re)imagine having been in a relationship for months, years, and you kiss him in the morning like you always do but for some reason he's feeling particularly shy about it . or you just Smile at him and he's like .!!!!!!

cove will stare at you with a lovesick look on his face while you aren't looking. doesn't even realize he's doing it, he just really loves you. friends point this out to you afterward because it's so cute

he's not good at taking photos but he sure will try. like if you mention wanting more candid photos, he'll remember and try to take some. many may be questionable but there's some really good ones !! he keeps a folder of them/photos of you both and looks at it randomly :-)

cove asking your parents how to cook some of your favourite meals the way you enjoy them to surprise you..

he would do so well on those couple challenges where he's asked questions about you. your birthday? child's play. your favourite restaurant and go-to order? easy money. what your favourite field trip was when you were little kids? he was literally there.

you must at some point get a version of this seal video like... also omg. seeing the mermaids at the aquarium. genuinely so impressed and brings up the idea of a secret underwater world again

cove doing that trend where you cover him in lipstick stains and he's looking at you with heart eyes GRAAAAHH!!!

ideas i could/will write if cove wins and will NEVER write if he doesn't 🤌🔥🔥✍️ *edit: i actually don't know if he won. well.

you askingfor money and him saying okay before actually asking what for

trying out pet names on him

smth about getting ready for a fancy event together and him helping you. like.. adjusting your tie / zipping up the back of your dress .... Grah!

? nsft hcs except i'm still at least waiting for the patreon bonus story

random texts because i adore our life but i do not text like that unfortunately.! i would be like WAAAHHH!! i'd be like GBRHABAAH ?!?!?!?!?# i'd be like goodnight ^____^ <3 <3 <3 <3 >___< see u Tomorrow love of my life <3 <3 <3 (/j)

cove-centric event where all i do is cove related reqs/drabblrs GOD BLESS COVE NATION!

@lordbugs @xfangirl-trashx @fifteenshadesofpinkk @lotus-sukimono @bakugosgrenade @vhenis @anime-ships-gay @dreamtydraw @lost-lonnie @cvhenia @mitskiologist

[nemaliwrites]

Ladybug's heart doesn't beat like it used to.

She doesn't dream like she used to, either. Every night: a world bathed in violet, the flap of butterfly wings. Her partner, face up in a pool of his own blood. When she wakes, it's with her lungs fighting for air. Her heart skips, pounds, jolts in her chest. Threatening to stop at any moment. She inhales, exhales, but to no avail.

It didn't used to be like this. She and Chat Noir used to be on the same page, always fighting side by side. She was always the sword, him the shield. But somewhere along the line, things changed. The sword grew dull, the shield sharpened. Began to launch itself forward, always in sight of the enemy. 

Each hit the shield takes, it grows dented. She can fix it, of course — fix him. Like she always does. Like she always will. 

What happens, though, if she cannot? If there is a dent too strong, she too weak? If the shield is not a shield, but just a boy: broken, laying in her arms, taking his last breath despite the way she begs and pleads and—

Her eyes snap open. Dreaming again. 

Marinette pulls herself out of bed, ignoring her racing heart. It's getting easier to ignore these days. Whispering her transformation words, she leaves a message for him to find on her yoyo and takes to the skies. 

Chat Noir is already there waiting for her when she arrives. Maybe he couldn't sleep either. Maybe he wonders what would happen if the shield is not strong enough, if it cannot keep the sword safe like it so desperately wants to.

Maybe his heart doesn't beat like it used to, either. 

"Couldn't sleep?" he asks, like he already knows the answer. His arms open for her, and she falls into them gratefully.

"I dreamed of you," she whispers into his chest. 

"Oh?" Chat Noir's voice is warm, chasing away the chill of the night. "Was I handsome? Good looking? Utterly irresistible?'

"Of course. You always are."

He falls silent, then, and she knows he didn't expect it: the easy affection he asks for but isn't used to receiving. His face must be red. Red, like the blood that flows through his veins—

"I dreamed of you, too," he whispers into her hair. 

She doesn't ask what color he dreams in; she has a feeling that's just one more thing they have in common. 

Her head turns until her ear is pressed to his chest. His heart skips, pounds, jolts in his chest.

"Breathe," she says — to him, to herself, to them both. "Breathe. It's okay. We're okay."

"We're okay," he echoes. "We're alive."

The beating slows down, grows steadier. They breathe together; inhale, exhale. Black and red and green and blue. No violet to be seen. No butterfly wings to be heard.

No sword and shield to be found. Just a boy and a girl, hearts in sync as they should be.

[aidanchaser]

For the wrapped game: 16, miraculous ladybug

I squealed when I saw what the song was. you could not have given me a better space to play in <3

I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear

Adrien stared up the gilded portrait of his mother. The genuine gold foil glinted in the setting sun, belying the dark truths that he imagined must be hidden inside.

With shaking hands, Adrien pressed the his fingers into the portrait. The illusion of canvas gave way to moving tiles. The floor fell out from beneath him and his stomach lurched, threatening to toss his breakfast.

Though she must have been just as thrown by the surprise drop as he had been, her warm fingers pressed into his palm. She smiled--cautious but encouraging. Whatever was below, they would face it together.

Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

--Little Talks, Of Monsters and Men

[heetr]

heetrs’ ──────── masterlist .ᐟ

( OO1 ) ── heeseung. besties for life i guess ( 1.2k ) late night ( 1.4k ) ditto ( 1.4k ) at your service ( 1.6k )

( OO2 ) ── jay. do me a favor ( 1.4k ) out of control ( 1.1k ) paradox ( 1.2k )

( OO3 ) ── jake. silly mistakes ( 1.9k ) shooting star ( 1.5k ) newbie ( 4.2k ) daddy issues ( 2.03k )

( OO4 ) ── sunghoon. roses are dead ( 1.2k ) just one taste ( 1.01 k )

( OO5 ) ── jungwon. nsfw thoughts with yang jungwon ( 209 )

( OOO ) ── enhypen. enhypen as twitter links ( 900 ) we got caught! ( 916 )

── asks .ᐟ

sleepover with heeseung. backshots with heeseung. tag teaming with jaywon. competition with sungwon. no mercy with jungwon. high adrenline with jake. manhandling with sunghoon. bj's with jungwon. cuddly with sunghoon. backshots with jake. just the tip with jungwon. baby making with jungwon.

forced eye contact with heeseung. whiny & needy jungwon. sauna time with jungwon. panty sniffer jungwon. smoke sesh with jungwon.

── wip >.< ( requested ) .ᐟ three of eight completed

at your service. lee heeseung ( anon ) ☑ frostbite. park sunghoon (anon) daddy issues. shim jaeyun ( @riqomi ) ☑️ off limits. lee heeseung ( anon ) pillowtalk. yang jungwon ( @bussolares ) we got caught! . enhypen ( anon ) ☑ territorial. park sunghoon ( anon ) in the stu. lee heeseung ( anon )

[wisteriasymphony]

"ALYA! ALYA! You'll never guess what just happened!"

"What— Was there another akuma alert? Do you need my help?"

"No!" Marinette giggled, clutching onto her flip phone. "My favorite author. On AgresteAdventures. Posted again!"

Alya set down her pendant, feeling like an idiot for immediately scrambling to action. She could already picture Marinette lying on her bed with her laptop—the one covered in cute strawberry stickers and photographs of Adrien. Resigning herself, Alya sat back down at her desk.

"Okay," she muttered. "What's it about?"

Marinette let out a few more mischievous giggles, pressing the phone up close to her face to whisper into Alya's ear. "It's by AdriDaddyLovesYou... so it's a little, uhm.. on the dirty side~"

"...Yeah," Alya grumbled back. "I figured."

Marinette could barely contain her glee, kicking her feet as she scrolled through the webpage, looking over the explosion of comments. "You read the Potterfic I shared with you from AdriDaddy, right? The one where Adrien's Draco Malfoy?"

Alya remembered seeing in the description of that fic that it was written back when Adrien was 16. "You know, I read it and I don't think it was for me," she lied—Alya hadn't read it at all past the posting date. "Have you ever considered..."

"Gosh, you're right, I should ask him what he thinks!" Marinette squealed. "I bet I could read all of them to him, and he'd be like 'That's so hot, Marinette', and then I'd be like 'I know, right', and then he'd be like 'We should do that, babygirl', and then I'd be like—" She let out another long high-pitched squeal, kicking her feet as she rolled across her bed. "And it'd be perfect!"

Alya considered hanging up. But that wasn't what friends did to each other, unfortunately. Nor employees to their buggy employer.

---

"Well, well, well, would you look at that," Plagg drawled, "Someone posted again on your little fic forum."

Adrien's heart sank. He went over to his computer, where Plagg was juggling using the mouse with his hands and keyboard with his feet. "Why are you even searching that up, Plagg? You know how I feel about that."

"Uh, cause it's funny?" the cat smirked. "They get so much stuff wrong about you. Did you know half of them think you're 6'3"? They get into flame wars over that shit."

"Look, I don't- I don't want to give attention to it. My dad already enables it enough." Adrien swatted his kwami off the keyboard, taking control of the computer to click off the forum. "I just need to forget it exis—"

18-01-09 18:27

AdriDaddyLovesYou Posted: My Little Morning Star

Hello birdies~ AdriDaddy here ;) I was watching old clips of Emilie interviews and this really cute nickname stuck out to me! I thought about what it'd be like if our sexy little Prince Charming ever kept that name with him... Get your pitchers and sugar, cause we got lotsa lemon!!!

That was what his mom used when... He'd... How did they find that? Why would they look for that?

Adrien turned off his computer entirely. Trembling hands went over his mouth, for fear that the growing nausea would soon leak out between his teeth and spill over his desk.

"I... I don't care if you.. I-if you look up that shit about me, Plagg," he said. "Just please... don't let me know."

[frickingnerd]

take their name out of your mouth

pairing: felix fathom x gn!reader

summary: felix defends you from a so-called "friend" of yours...

“what did you just say!?”

felix had been quietly listening to your friends, while you had went to grab something to drink for the group. but when one of your guy friends began to make some rather inappropriate comments, felix couldn't stay quiet anymore.

“i hear you say something like that about them again and you'll live to regret it, got that?” he huffed, as he rose from his seat, glaring at your friend. “they’re with me. and so long as they are, you’re never going to say such a thing again.”

just when the guy was about to stutter out an apology, you returned with the drinks for the group and felix's death glare turned into a soft look as his eyes landed on you.

“is everything okay?” you asked with a small smile, as you placed the drinks on the table. felix glared at your friend quietly, before turning to you again, smiling too.

“yes, everything is fine. don't worry, love.”

[loiteringandlurking]

'jack, you, uh.... you got something.' jack's eyebrows draw together as davey points to jack's face with his fork.

'something o' what?' jack wipes his hand across his cheek. 'soot? dirt?' davey only giggles behind his hand, which is criminal.

'nah, lemme get it.' davey smiles his horrid smile and reaches across their table. his hand cups jack's cheek as davey swipes his thumb across the corner of jack's mouth, and jack has half a mind to lean over the table and kiss davey then and there as he watches davey's eyebrows knit. he feels davey's thumb on his face, harder this time, dragging out the corner of his lip, and jack swats his hand away.

'davey, what on earth?' jack tries not to smile a cheek-hurtingly amount as davey checks his thumb, his eyes drawing back to that corner of jack's mouth.

davey doesn't say anything (god save the man) and instead leans over their table and their food (his tie almost dragging through their meals) until his face is inches from jacks. jack feels his entire face turn red as Davey thouroughly searches his face, one thumb leaning up to the corner of his mouth again. davey scratches the corner of jack's mouth with his fingernail, and jack yelps. 'ow! dave, what the hell?' he brings his hand up to where davey scratched, the stinging sensation already subsiding.

'you have food on your face!' davey finally says, plopping back down onto his chair. 'there's a little crumb st the corner of your mouth! i don't have my glasses, so I was so proud of myself for noticing it, but it didn't come off! it's stuck to your face, jack! the crumb is fusing with you!'

jack searches davey's incredulous expression for any notes of sarcasm or jokes as he grins.

'davey,' he says carefully, surpressing laughter. 'is it a freckle?'

[dksfml]

JAY LEARNING SIGN LANGUAGE BROKE ME THIS GUY IS THE MAN OF MY DREAMS 😭😭😭😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[corishadowfang]

            I’m not sure I’m cut out for this.

            The thought came quiet as Brain, very carefully, held his newborn daughter to his chest.  She was…so much smaller than he’d expected her to be.  She was still awake, only making a few quiet noises of protest as she stared up at her father, and it felt like something was cracking through the barriers he’d been so careful to put up.

            He didn’t know if he knew how to be a father.  He knew how to navigate Scalan politics, now—knew the right things to say at the right times, the people to argue with and the people who would be more willing to help if he agreed with them, the people to make connections with outside Scalan’s inner circle to help keep the higher ups off his back.  He knew how to fight Heartless, and discretely keep an eye out for Darkness, and utilize his sources to try and figure out how and when disaster would strike next.  (Because it would.  He knew it would.  Daybreak Town had never been enough for it—and he wouldn’t let himself fail a second time.)

            But this was—this was new.  This was something he’d never spent time cultivating the skills for—something he’d never planned on.  Something that felt…strangely terrifying, and reminded him, painfully, of the other kids he’d never been able to keep safe.  (He wondered, distantly, if things would’ve been different if Daybreak Town hadn’t fallen—if he and his friends had managed to hold onto each other, and build lives together outside the Keyblade War.  It was a painful thought, though, and he brushed it off as not worth thinking about, even if it left a lump in his throat.)

            A quiet noise of protest drew his attention, and he blinked out of his thoughts.  His daughter waved her hands up at him, making a face that looked distinctly like a pout, and despite himself, he found his expression softening.  “You’d probably be happier if you went to sleep,” he whispered.  “Suppose you get that from me.”

            Another whine, like she was offended, and he huffed a quiet laugh.  “Right.  Sorry.”  He shifted her a bit, and wasn’t even entirely sure if he was holding her right, but she seemed more content with the new position, her quiet protests dying away.  Hope you don’t take after me too much, he thought, painfully bittersweet.  Don’t think we need two of us.

            His daughter quieted, finally slipping into sleep, and Brain’s throat tightened a bit.  “I don’t really know what I’m doing, kid,” he whispered, “but I’ll…try my best not to fuck you up too much.  Alright?”

            He’d just…have to hope that was enough.