#on the couch with the spare blankets and the tv on in the background

[softquietsteadylove]

Ok SINCE we were given permission I have a lil request - teacher/parent AU but this time when Druig is sick Gil hangs out and helps Thena take care of him 🥺 idk if u have plans for this in the future so if u do feel free to ignore this lol but if u dont I’d LOOOVE to see it!! It’s fave au for sure, momma Thena just tugs at my heartstrings

Thena sighed, sitting herself down on the staircase, just for a breath of air. This cold wasn't quite as bad as the last one, but that didn't mean it was easy. She wouldn't expect it to be, with her son--her sweet boy who became a menace with so much as a stuffy nose. At least the last dose of children's tylenol she got in him seemed to be taking effect. Perhaps if she got his fever down, she could sneak in a nap for herself.

"Mum, someone's at the door!"

Thena stood with a sigh, "Darling, don't shout. it will hurt your throat."

"Rough day?"

"Gil?" Thena blinked, although she instinctively stood back to let him in, which he took her up on instantly. She shut the door behind him, subconsciously running a hand over her hair. "What are you doing here?"

He was already taking his coat off, "well, Druig never misses school. I texted Ajak, and she said you had asked her about ear infections."

Thena nodded with another sigh, tugging her cardigan around herself, "it's not that, thankfully. But Druig just has a certain fussiness about him when he's ill."

"So," Gil stood proudly with his hands on his hips, "how can I help?"

"Oh," Thena let out a faint laugh, shaking her head at him already, "no, Gil. It's sweet, but believe me, you want no part of this."

"I don't know about that," he said softly as he stepped in closer to her, "I'm here, aren't I?"

Yes, he was very...here. He was standing close, looking cute, and handsome, and he smelled nice while Thena was sure she smelled like sweat and cough syrup getting spat up onto her.

"Gil, I-"

"Mum, can I have soup!"

Gil grinned at the look on Thena's face, which told him all he needed to know about how her day had gone. "How does a kid get even louder when he's not feeling well?"

"It's a talent," Thena murmured.

"What kind does he like?"

"There's a pile of the cans on the counter next to the stove," she pointed in the direction of the kitchen with a thankful smile on her face. She headed into the living room.

Druig sniffed back a continuously runny nose, playing with the plush triceratops in his lap. "Mum?"

"Mister Gil's here, Darling," she whispered, running a hand over his hair as she encouraged him to lie down. She smoothed the covers over him, "he heard you were sick and came over to check on us--y-you! Came to check on you."

Druig didn't catch Thena's bizarre correction of herself, or her nervous smile. He sniffled again, "is he gonna make some soup?"

"Yes, Love, he is," Thena promised, adjusting his blankets ont he sofa for him.

Druig drew his shoulders up in his fluffy robe and shrank his neck back, "m'cold."

Thena leaned forward, kissing his forehead. Indeed, his fever was down, but instead a cold sweat had replaced it. She sighed, "I'm sorry, baby."

Druig extended his arms, at which Thena wasted no time in pulling him up into her embrace. She sat herself where he had been lying, bundled up in pjs and his fluffy robe. She pulled the blankets up around herself, rubbing Druig's back.

"You know," she whispered to him, "there was a time when you were sick as just a little baby. I held you all night like this until morning because I was scared you'd get even sicker if I went to sleep."

Druig resettled himself against her shoulder, "did I?"

"Nope," she smiled, holding the back of his head and burying her nose in his mop of dark hair. "You didn't. And I still held you until you were all better."

Druig smiled at the happy ending to her little story. "Was Dad there?"

No, he most certainly was not. If he had been, then he was asleep in their bed, complaining about how much babies cried when they were sick. "I don't remember, Darling."

"Hm," Druig sighed against the softness of her sweater. "I don't 'member Dad ever bein' there when I was sick."

Thena just continued rubbing his back in gentle circles. Druig had so few memories of his father, which she couldn't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Druig pressed his face into his mother's shoulder, "s'always you there."

"That's right, Darling," Thena smiled as she pressed the cold tip of her nose into his cheek, making him giggle and squirm. "It will always be me, right here."

"Dinner is served!"

Druig went to the immense trouble of lifting his head, blinking slowly at Gil and the tray he had in his hands. "Misser Gil?"

"Hey buddy," Gil greeted in a soft voice, sitting down next to Thena and setting the tray down on his lap, "I heard you weren't feeling very good. Makkari sure did miss you in class today."

Druig plunked his head onto Thena's shoulder again, tired just from looking up, "I missed her too."

Thena grinned; she would have to text Ajak. They were keeping tally of all the adorable things their kids said about each other. Even if they didn't end up falling in love when they were older, it would still embarrass them to bits as teenagers.

"Well, I made some of that soup you like," Gil held up the tiny mug with handles on each side of it. "With a little something in it."

"What's that?" Druig frowned at the chunks of beige in his otherwise perfect minestrone.

"Just try it," Gil chuckled, handing the cup over and letting Thena help Druig hold it. "It's the perfect temperature, so just tip it back and drink it."

The rather ravenous little boy did just that, relatively unafraid of the foreign substance in his meal. He blinked at it as Thena helped him hold it level again. "Huh."

"Tastes like normal, right?" Gil smiled at the kid, who nodded. He looked up at Thena. "I saw you had a little soft tofu in the fridge."

"Mum puts it in her smoothies for gotein."

"Protein, Darling," Thena mumbled, feeling oddly embarrassed for some reason.

"Not a bad idea," Gil chuckled. "When I was sick as a kid, I'd get soup with tofu and ginger and kimchi in it, because it's good for your tummy."

"What's kimchi?"

"It's probably a little spicy for you right now, but the rest is good for helping you feel better when you're sick," Gil promised. He picked up a bowl of it, holding out a spoon. "And you."

"Me?" Thena blinked, glancing at Gil between helping Druig take sips of soup, hoping to avoid it getting all over him. She smiled, "it's okay Gil, I'm-"

"Druig, did Mum have a gotein smoothie today?"

Druig shook his head with the cup still held up to his mouth, blocking his face entirely. Thena took it away before he could tip it back too far. Druig licked his lips, "I didn't hear the blender."

Gil gave Thena a look. "I bet you've been telling him all day that he has to eat something so he can get better."

Thena's jaw dropped a little at the - teasing - accusation of hypocrisy in her. She gave him a playful glare, "that is not the same thing. And I'll have you know I had half a cheese toastie earlier."

Gil shook his head, leaning closer with the soup, "half his unfinished sandwich does not count, Thena, and you know it."

Thena sighed, looking between the outstretched bowl and Gil's hopeful little grin. She resigned herself, closing her eyes and nodding.

Gil dragged the spoon through the bowl, catching some tofu and some diced veggies. He held it up over the bowl, "open wide."

Thena glared at him for the little display. She leaned forward to accept the bite, blushing a little (for some reason). She gulped it down, and she had to admit, Gil had managed to make the simple canned tomato broth shine. "There."

Gil nodded down to the tray, "Druig finished his."

Thena huffed at Gil, who was unfazed. She looked down at Druig, who was settling in against her shoulder again.

"I'm done," he declared as his fatigue started to take over him.

Thena sighed, rubbing his back to help him drop off to sleep properly. She looked at Gil again, whispering, "fine."

Gil pulled the bowl back from her reaching hand. "Ah!--you have your hands full."

Thena looked at Druig in her arms and then at the man next to her. She had been married once, and yet she could not think of anything more disgustingly personal - borderline intimate - than him feeding her soup while she held her sleeping child. "No."

"Come on, Thena," Gil argued, both of them still whispering, keeping in mind the boy dozing against her side. "You know very well you're gonna get his cold. Just eat something so you'll be a little stronger for it?"

She wilted. He had a point. She couldn't afford the time to let herself be sick. She could barely spare the time to stay home with Druig while he was being a little terror.

Gil inched the bowl forward again. "I'm not leaving unless this bowl is empty."

Thena sighed. She rubbed Druig's back, feeling his little breaths against her cheek. She rolled her eyes, making sure Gil could see her doing it.

He chuckled, fully accepting her scorn as he held out another bite for her. "I'll make you some real sundubu jjigae some time. I can even make a mild version for Druig."

Thena smiled, licking her lips after another soothing bite. The tofu really did slide down easy and make the soup seem wonderfully filling. "I bet he'd love it. The boy eats like I never feed him anything."

Gil snorted. He had seen Druig eat - devour - his lunch at school; he knew. "We can learn to make it together when he's feeling better. It'll be fun."

"That does sound lovely," Thena smiled, leaning her head against Druig's between bites.

Gil caught that telltale drooping of her eyelids. She wasn't very good at hiding when she was fading; he remembered that from Christmas. "Hey."

Thena looked at him at the call for her attention, but he set the bowl and tray on the floor in front of him, shuffling closer. Maybe it was the cozy atmosphere, or her reluctance to wake Druig. But she let him take up the spot directly next to her, their thighs pressing together as he wrapped an arm around her.

"You're doing great," Gil whispered, his breath rustling a stray hair or two on her head. "But you need to rest, too."

"I'm," Thena paused, unable to cover her yawn, "fine."

"Hm," Gil nodded, playing along as he had before. It was another thing she seemed to have passed on to Druig; they both could fall asleep nearly on the spot when they were tired.

"Sorry," Thena murmured, aware she was leaning on him but unable to do anything about it.

Gil pressed a light kiss to the top of her hair, "c'mere."

Gil leaned back into the opposite corner of the couch, propped up against a spare pillow for Druig. He stretched his legs out, encouraging Thena's to do the same, laid over top of his. With her stretched out, Druig naturally followed suit, snuggled into his mother's protective embrace.

It was an adorable little tower, they made.

Gil pulled the blankets up over the little family. He knew Thena would be horrified when she discovered that he had let them fall asleep on him. But his only goal was to get them both a little rest, and if he was the bed on which that happened, then so be it.

[norrizzandpia]

i think this would suit lando but you being down and lando comes over later at night and takes you the park like two little kids, i can just imagine lando being a big kid at the park lmao

I’m going to need someone to love me like the fictional lando i write abt 24/7

We Can Be Kids For Right Now (LN4)

Summary: When her week has tried to suffocate her, Lando turns up at her door and forces her to remember just how worthy she truly is.

Warnings: mentions of heavy anxiety attacks, anxiety in general, language

Note: a draft bc im wrecked rn from this trip im on im so tried lol… I hate that I have to start saying this but I do not condone the reposting of my work without proper crediting or permission. If you wish to post my works elsewhere, it needs to be ran by me first by messages over Tumblr. If found that you have taken my works without my knowledge, I will report you and get my posts taken down from your blog.

Y/n never truly realized she did it until Lando, but when the man started to get close to her, he brought it to her attention that she so easily isolated herself when she started struggling. Even the smallest inconvenience and she shut down, something that irritated the hell out of Lando. Nevertheless, he loved her and the way she dealt with her emotions was something he knew she just needed to work on.

However, the problem they couldn’t get past was her ability to tell him when she was struggling. There were only so many times when he could see it written all over her face.

His comments urging her to open up to him when she was having a hard time dealing with it on her own bounced around in her head as she clutched her phone in her hands, his contact picture brightening her screen. His smile beamed back at her, almost coaxing her into tapping the call button, but her thumb hesitated. It wasn’t that she was afraid of telling him, it was that she was uncomfortable with her own emotions. Uncomfortable of leaning into them. Growing up, she was never given that ability, her parents not having the full capacity to address them head on. She never thought it truly affected her until Lando. She started realizing that he never gave her a problem to be scared, but she still was.

Her thumb had a mind of its own, though. Thankfully. And the ringing tone met her ears before she could even know what was happening. His picking up happened before she could even begin to think about hanging up the phone.

“Baby!” His cheery voice rang through the quiet room and warmed her tender heart. “What’s up? Why are you up so late? Do you want a sweet treat again?” He giggled, his TV pausing in the background.

She was silent. Her mind raced as she tried to make the split second decision of telling him or not. Though, in her silence, he began formulating an answer.

“Y/n…” He whispered, blankets rustling as she imagined him sitting up on his couch.

“Lan,” She said brokenly, albeit with an effort of trying to sound strong.

Keys rustling and his rushed, “I’m on my way, baby,” were her response.

—

Lando knew where the spare key was. It was one of the first things he asked the location of after they first said I love you. Y/n would always laugh at that memory. What she was expecting after the three words were shared was a small kiss or a hug maybe, but no, he had asked her where her spare key was. When she showed him and he very clearly took a mental note of it, she asked him what was so important about it.

“I’m your boyfriend and we’re in love. I should know where the spare key is, baby.” He had said to her so nonchalantly, as if it was societally normal to have that thought process. She just shook her head at him and took the kiss she wanted for herself. He wasn’t going to do it anyway, too entranced in the image of her spare key under her doormat. He was shenanigans bundled into one person. She loved it.

His rapping on the door pulled her from her memories. She drudged over, taking a deep breath before opening the door. He stood there in his pajamas, puffer coat thrown over haphazardly, and stared at her sympathetically. He shuffled in, arm rounding around her shoulders as he kissed her head, “Hard day?”

She sighed, “Hard week.”

He led her to the couch. The layout of her apartment was memorized in his head. “What happened?”

“I just-” She picked at her fingernails and the anxiety she usually felt when Lando asked about her worries began bubbling up. Maybe it was growth, but she thought he’s already here, isn’t he? Might as well lean on him.

So, she did. Literally and figuratively.

Lando squeezed her body as her side laid on his and she started reliving the low moments of the past few days. “Everything has gone wrong this week. I just can’t seem to win and I can’t make anyone happy.”

Tears filled her eyes and a frown appeared on her face. She cried into his shoulder when he pushed her body further into it.

Lando sat with her for a moment, rubbing her back. “That’s not true, Y/n. You make a lot of people happy. You make me really happy.”

For some reason, his comment shot fear through her body and she pulled from him. Her eyes looked anywhere other than his and the irrational idea of an expectation Lando had set for her that she did not believe in herself to meet took control of whatever plan she had to open up to him.

Lando saw it in her eyes, how distant they got. He knew this was bound to happen. It had been too easy. She had opened up to him without that much restraint and he expected a moment to come where her walls rebuilt themselves.

He just wanted her to let him in.

His hands took her face, “You deserve me. You will not let me down. You could never let me down.” He said, knowing exactly what was running through her mind.

“Y/n, look at me.” He tilted his head to meet her eyes and forced her to keep his stare, “I love you. That will never change.”

She cried harder, “I can’t even open up to you, Lan. I’m not even a good employee at a job I’m overqualified for. Yesterday, I handed in that presentation to my boss that I had been working on for weeks and when I presented it to the board of all fucking people, there was a grammatical error on one of the slides. I had confused ‘your’ and ‘you are’, Lan. It was embarrassing. They laughed and joked about it after. I can’t even fucking do my job. And I upset my mum on Wednesday. I hung up on her during an argument and now she isn’t talking to me. I’m being condemned, Lan. I can’t fucking breathe. My dad’s texting me, telling me how disrespectful I had been, but nobody hears about the parts where she called me an irresponsible adult and ridiculed me for taking a job that didn’t make me that much. Nobody wants to hear my side of the story, the part where she was so grossly unsupportive. Then, I had to cancel on Cameron on Tuesday again because I’m so fucking tired and so fucking busy. She got mad at me and now we’re in this fight because I’ve neglected our friendship. I’m a shit friend, a shit daughter, a shit worker, and it’s so obvious I’m a shit girlfriend. I can’t fucking do anything right.”

By the end of her rant, she was breathless and Lando could see she was talking herself into an anxiety attack. Her hurtful words toward herself needed to be dealt with, but he needed to stop the panic seeping into her skin.

He took her hand and kissed her head, “Come with me, my love.”

She kept crying as he led her to his car, his arm wrapped around her body securely as he whispered words of reassurance in her ear. He reminded her of how strong she was, of how much he loved her and admired her for everything she was. How wrong she was about everything she had convinced herself of.

When he softly laid her in the passenger seat, he kneeled down and kissed her shoulder, brushing her hair off the skin lightly. He looked up at her with deep green eyes filled with safety, “Don’t listen to your mind right now, baby. It’s only telling you lies.”

He lightly closed the door, running around the car to slip into the driver’s seat. When he turned the engine on, his hand settled on her thigh and began rubbing softly. He backed down and drove down the road, toward a small park at the end of her street. It was quick, maybe a minute or two, and Y/n was still crying when they parked, but it subsided momentarily when she saw where they were.

“Why are we at the park?” Lando grabbed her hand and kissed the knuckles.

He laid his cheek down on the back of her palm, murmuring, “Because it’ll be fun to be kids for right now. Not have to think about what you’re going through. We can address that later.”

A sigh of relief left her chest. The moment he had given her an opportunity to run away from it all, even for a few minutes, she almost began to feel as though she would find peace.

He always knew exactly what to do.

She gathered herself, wiping away the tears and smoothing down her hair as Lando walked back to her door, opening it and offering his hand as help for her to get out of the car. She took it. She always would. The cold air hit her body and she shivered. Lando was immediate in offering her his coat.

She shook her head, “No, I’m okay for right now.” She was just now realizing how she hadn’t gone outside in days. The cold air made her feel alive again.

Lando’s hand continued to clutch hers as they took steps toward the large structure. When she let go of his, he tensed, but he relaxed when he saw her wandering over to the slides.

She climbed up the ladder, him following behind, and found herself sat in the entryway of the whirling slide.

“Wait, wait!” Lando yelped before she could push herself down. Her head whipped around to meet his eyes.

She smiled and her body warmed when his found a seat behind her, his body consuming her and his hands wrapping around the low point of her waist. His ear right beside her ear, he kissed the top of the skin, “Now, you can go. We can go down faster, no? Seeing as I go fast for a living.”

His questionable logic made her laugh before he was pushing them off and the two were turning fast around the corner of the yellow tube. Her giggling ensued with the way he jostled them around on purpose to make the slide more exhilarating for two twenty-four year olds. And in the heat of the moment, seeing her hair float in the air and a carefree smile on her face, Lando wished she could see herself the way he did. She was superb, unbelievable. She held the strength and courage of someone so commendable. She was kind even when she had seen things and experienced trauma so young that should’ve, understandably so, made her bitter. She was merciful even when she shouldn’t be and she loved Lando in a way he had only ever dreamed of. The way she treated him, the gentleness she approached him with, was something he knew he could never let go of. She was beautiful in so many other ways than just her appearance. She was deeply beautiful and he wished she could just understand that.

When they reached the end, their bodies stopping abruptly right at the edge, Y/n laid her head back against his shoulder. He kissed her temple, “Fun?”

She nodded with a smile, “Somehow, you did make it faster.”

He shot her a look, as if to question why she didn’t believe him in the first place. He pushed her off him, sprinting to the swings and screaming for her to follow him.

“Lando! Be quiet! You’ll wake up the entire neighborhood!” She whisper-yelled at him, laughing as she ran after him.

He threw himself in the seat and began swinging his legs, no doubt gaining momentum but beckoning her over for help nonetheless.

She stood behind him, bracing herself firmly on the ground as she pushed his heavy body up off the ground. When he would meet her back on the ground, he’d lean back so his back would almost come crashing into her front. It made her laugh.

“Lando!” He couldn’t see her, but he knew how radiant she must’ve been looking. Even in his head, he continued to fall in love with her.

She kept pushing him until her arms got tired and she flopped away from him, onto the ground, in a heap of heavy breaths. When he didn’t feel her small hands on his back anymore, he jumped off the swing and joined her on the ground.

It didn’t matter how cold it was or how dirty it inevitably was, they were together and Y/n’s smile lingered on her pretty face.

Lando’s hand laced with hers in between their bodies as he softly whispered, “You’re not a shit daughter, your parents don’t know what they have and they’re too emotionally immature to realize that. You’re not a shit friend, Cameron knows that, you’re just struggling and that’s okay. You’re not a shit worker, you’re actually heavily valuable to your boss and the people around you. They’ve all told you that. And Y/n, look at me,” She turned her head to meet his meaningful ones, “You are not a shit girlfriend. You are the complete opposite. You are everything I’ve ever wanted and could ever ask for. You have no idea how in love with you I am. It’s even hard for me to understand sometimes. There is no one I have ever loved, love, or will love more than you. You are the most important thing to me, so please stop talking about yourself in this way and believing in something that has never been true.”

Everything about the moment is gentle. From the way his thumb caressed her skin to the enunciation of every word that came from his mouth, he made it clear how much love prospers for her within him every day and every minute.

She turned on her side and took his cheek in her hand, “Thank you for helping me, Lan.”

His hand squeezed her waist, “Of course, my love. You’re my favorite.”

She felt her heart blush, if that’s even possible. Maybe her face was the one blushing? She didn’t know. The way Lando looked at her as if she started life itself made her mind feel fuzzy.

Fuzzy enough to realize he was right. She wasn’t a failure or a horrible person. She was a human who made mistakes and many people loved her in spite of it. Lando being one of them.

He loved her in a way she had always craved. She both needed and wanted him. So did he. They were the beginning and end of everything for the other. It showed well that night as they held each other on the concrete of that park. It showed well because, at one am on a random Saturday, Lando had dropped everything he has doing the moment he heard the anguish in her voice. It showed well because Lando’s clear words made Y/n realize he wanted her and no one else. There was no one else like her, no one to ever replace her. Not that he would ever want that anyway. She was completely unique in the most precious way and maybe… just maybe… she was beginning to realize that too.

[sehtoast]

Forget Me Not (Homelander x Reader)

1.4k words | gender neutral reader

Ask Prompt: HL x gn reader. Where hl loses his memory and runs away to another state where he meets the reader 🙏

You were totally prepared to swing first and ask questions later. Of course, that was before you saw him. Standing there drinking from your milk carton at three in the morning, fridge light illuminating him against the darkness of your kitchen, was The Homelander himself

You hide the baseball bat before he turns to you, a droplet of milk dribbling down his chin. 

“You should really invest in whole milk,” he says, sloshing what little was left inside the carton. “Tastes way better.”

You could hardly believe the night had been real when you woke up the next morning.  But, sure enough, he was still there.

“So, how did I end up with The Homelander of all people in my house,” you’d asked nervously. Reality had finally set in and you both sat at the table to talk.

He looked at you like you had seven heads.

“What’s a ‘Homelander?’”

Yeah… That really did happen. If not for the fact he looked entirely serious with such a genuine curiosity in his tone, you’d have thought he was bullshitting you.

Somehow, some way, he’d lost his memory.  Ran away from wherever he was, showed up at your house out of all possible others.  He said it seemed more inviting, but he couldn’t quite explain why.  

You’d tried to explain to him how to find his way back to New York, how to find Vought Tower so that he could go home and get some help, but he seemed too afraid to leave.

“What if I get lost?”  He’d asked, eyes twinkling with nervous energy.  “You said it’s north-east, but aren't there a lot of things north-east? What if I get the wrong place?”

You don’t know what possessed you, but you decided to let him stay.  Let him borrow some spare clothes that made him look much less… well, like a superhero.  You’re sure Vought would come looking for him eventually, so you might as well keep him safe and sound, right?

After helping him out of that suit, you can’t help but wonder if all super suits are total death traps.  If most heroes are padded up to look larger than life, but are really just plain as can be underneath.

Before he falls asleep in your spare room, he tells you the one thing he can remember.

“My name’s John…”

The next day, he follows you around everywhere.  You work remotely from home, and he sits next to you on the couch while you do.  The TV plays in the background while you cycle through tasks and emails, but his attention seems fixed on you entirely.  The clickety-clack of your keyboard fascinates him and he ends up curious as to how you type so fast, what you’re doing, what your code inputs mean.

He’s an interesting fella, curious by nature to the point he’s a total snoop.  You catch him in your bedroom on the third day, fingers trailing over your blankets as his gaze pans around the whole room.  It seems innocent enough, and he’s given you no reason to feel he’s out to hurt you.

When you ask him what he’s up to, he just shrugs, saying something… interesting.

“I wish I would've had a nice room when I was little…”

It conflicts with what you know to be true about him, but also makes you wonder if he’s starting to remember things.  You ask him to elaborate, but he can’t.  He presses his palm to his forehead as if he’s in pain and just shakes his head.  

“I don’t know. I just know I didn’t…”  He trails off, and you’re there to press a soothing touch to his shoulder.

You tell him not to worry too much.

You take him out grocery shopping one day.  He’s like a fish out of water.

He doesn’t know the first thing about navigating a store and doesn’t do much more than follow you like a lost puppy.  Hell, at the end, he doesn’t even know how to help the cashier with bagging.

He is, however, incredibly helpful when it comes to bringing everything in.  He is quite literally the one trip wonder, dangling every single bag from his arms and walking in as though they weigh nothing.

You could get used to that.

You cook a proper dinner that night and he helps.  Well, ‘help’ is a strong word.  More like he watches and hands you the occasional ingredient.

You’re fascinated by him.  He seems oblivious to normal living skills, but a part of him seems to genuinely want to learn them.  More than that, he seems so… peaceful.  You recall his recent erratic behaviors in the public eye, his meltdown on his birthday, his snippiness with interviewers…

But he seems so much less tense now.  Maybe it was the memory loss.  Maybe he just likes the quiet.  Who knows?

What you do know is, by the second week, you hope he never leaves.  You’re almost praying that his memory never returns despite knowing that's selfish.

It’s nice to share your space with someone.  It’s nice to have him around.

He’s sweet despite his dramatics.  Helpful and eager.  He’s company, and it’s been… a very long time since you’ve felt like you weren’t alone.  You didn’t quite live in bumfuck nowhere, but it was close enough that he was a blessing.

Your heart sinks on the day he comes downstairs wearing his suit.

He looks at you with those big blue eyes, but within them is a sadness. 

There is recognition floating around in there, swirling with that determined fire that you’ve seen on so many screens before. Yet he still looks so melancholy.

You offer him his morning coffee, a shared routine between you both for the past two months, and he sips at it quietly.

He used to hate it, but now..?

“Are you going back?” You ask after some time, not daring to meet his eyes.

Your heart sinks when he tells you he is.

“I’ll miss you…”

He struggles to reciprocate the words properly, but… he leaves you with a tight hug before his departure.

You don’t know why you cry so hard when he goes.  No, no…

That’s a lie.  You do know.

You miss him terribly.  

You miss him for days, for weeks.  

You watch the celebrations for his return.  You touch the screen of your laptop, wishing he was still at your side, still peering over your shoulder, still riding alongside you in your car.

But he isn’t.

And you don’t think he ever will be again.

You learn to breathe again after some time.  You feel good enough to crawl out of bed, collected enough to clean up the house a little.  You fall into your hobbies again, but nothing feels right.

It’s all just… dull.

And you hate that you know why.

You hate that you pray every night to hear your fridge door shutting, to hear the clinking of glass in your cabinets, to hear him step on that creaky floorboard on the steps.

But you don’t.

You don’t hear any of it.

Eventually you just stop listening.

Which means you don’t hear what slips through your window.  There are no footsteps, no creaks or cracks.  You don’t hear his nervous breaths.

You only feel when he lowers himself onto the other side of your bed.  You about jump out of your skin, ready to reach for the bat by your nightstand until you realize just who has come to see you.

You throw yourself at him entirely, hugging him tight, arms and legs wrapping around him to squeeze and squeeze and never let go.  He holds you close, nuzzling into your neck.

He tells you how much he’s missed you.  That he misses the quiet of your life together, that it was the nicest thing to happen to him in… well, his whole life, really.  He thanks you for taking care of him, tells you he wants to do the same for you.

Over the next few days, you have a visitor every night.

Within a few weeks, he kisses you for the first time.

After six months, you are a resident of Vought Tower, living with him in his penthouse.

He is different in this environment.  More demanding, more intense, but not to you. 

No.

When he comes back, when he comes home, he falls into your arms much like you did the night he came back to you.  He leaves his burdens at the door, safe and sound with you.

The peace didn’t necessarily come from losing his memory. It didn’t come from the solitude of your old home, nor the routine of domesticity.

It came from you.

He found his peace with you.

[jeonjcngkook]

incandescent | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre(s)&au(s): fluff, established relationship

rating: pg

wc: 1.3k

warnings: theyre so in love with each other🤭! koos singing voice lulls us all 🤲🏻 makin’ out, playing with koos pretty hair bcs its exactly what he deserves !!!

summary: you and your boyfriend spend a comfortable romantic night in together.

note: unedited. repost bcs the last one stopped showing in tags 🙃.

Is there anything more beautiful than the sound of your boyfriend's voice?

The deep tenors and sweet cadences lull you into a state of calm as you stretch yourself out on the couch below, listening to Jungkook reach the notes in a perfect sequence to the song he is currently singing on his karaoke machine.

Friday nights are typically spent with each other as you participate in different activities. Your relationship's own version of a ‘date night’, you could say. However, this time it had been agreed between you both that staying in and enjoying each other's company in the cosiness of the home you built together was exactly what was needed.

Earlier, Jungkook prepared dinner for you both — a spread on the table of both your favourite foods and glasses of alcohol to wash it down with. Every detail had been carefully thought of, all the way down to the scented candles, that he personally chose to match the fragrances of the food.

Now, with full tummies and even fuller hearts, you both lie within the blanket of reds, blues and greens from the stars of his favourite LED light system and a spread of mandarin & grapefruit scented candles decorating the living room.

You could listen to Jungkook’s voice all day and never be tired of it. The calming effect he has on you with his words alone is something you have always admired. It doesn’t take much for a yawn to slip through his lips, catching the attention from yourself as he continues to sing through the verse of the next song. You watch as he attempts to stifle it underneath his breath, pulling the thin knitted throw up to his face to conceal the motion.

A sweet smirk is on your lips as he continues his lacklustre attempt at concealing his tiredness. Tears cling to his lower lash line from the yawn, head falling to the side and landing on your shoulder.

“You should get some sleep,” you’re quick to say as you feel him wriggle further into your warmth, his hand finding your spare hand that isn’t holding your phone and intertwining his fingers with your own.

“I’m fine staying here with you, baby,” he mumbles back in retaliation, cutting himself off mid-song to rebuttal back, voice half asleep and rubbing at his eyes like that will do the job of removing the sleep out of it. “I like laying here with you.”

You huff a little at his words. He is too darn cute for his own good and it makes your body warm knowing that he is licking being with you over much needed rest.

“But we could lie together in bed, snuggle up nice and cosy, and then in the morning come back here and cuddle all day into the night. Doesn’t that sound like the perfect way to begin our weekend?” You reason with him.

Jungkook’s lips part open for a moment as if he had the words to argue back with but is quick to shut them and opts for putting his microphone down on the coffee table instead. He finds the remote control for the TV and lowers the volume to something less deafening and one a little more relaxing as the lofi sounds act as a background ambiance.

He turns towards you and you watch as the flickers of the candles scattered around the room flicker and dance against his skin; bathing him in an ethereal glow — just like how an angel should look. The bright vibrant amber candlelight beautifully illuminates the melanin of his skin, extenuating his tanned skin stunningly.

It doesn’t help that his shirt is loose and baggy on his upper body, sleeves cuffed half way on his upper arm showing off his pretty tattoos of striking colours and bold black lines, only for the muscle under his skin to thicken as he brings his hand up to his hair. You watch intently as both hands comb through the long curly tresses from forehead to crown; again and again and it only magnifies just how pretty your boyfriend is.

The tip of his tongue presses against his inner cheek, his cheek protruding from the outside…an action he usually does when he is deep in thought. With the way the light hits his soft skin, it perfectly shows off how sharp his jawline is and how his gentle pink lips rest in a natural pout, leaving them looking plump, pink and irresistibly kissable.

“‘m not tired,” he argues, a grin on his face as he lies himself down next to you on the L shape of the couch, pulling back the thin blanket that has been resting on the headrest of the sofa and engulfs you inside the fabric before laying his head into your lap and effectively trapping you against the back of the leather and his body. Another yawn takes over his body as you feel him stiffen as he rides it out.

You lift your hand up to his face and let your fingers play delicately with the strands of his hair, twisting it around your finger and curling it around his ear away from his face.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed as you continue playing with his hair, adding to his tiredness and lulling him into a state of slumber. The atmosphere is exactly what Jungkook had promised earlier…cosy.

Jungkook’s eyes slipped shut, just long enough for you to see before he is prying them back open again with as much willpower as he can possibly muster. With the feeling of your fingers gently twisting and pulling at his hair, he has no argument against his exhaustion as it finally reaches him.

You reach the tight curls at the base of his neck, fingers playing with the curls as you make sure to let your nails scratch lightly at the base of his scalp, knowing that Jungkook has no bone in his body to make this stop, enjoying your touches so much.

You have him exactly where you want him.

Jungkook’s eyes are glazed over with sleep and yet all the same still looks dreamy — the browns are rich and deep, flakes of amber dotted within his irises. Love songs are written about eyes like his. It wasn’t hard to peer into them and to see your own smile reflecting back when he looks at you.

He runs his thumb over your lower lip, parting them just slightly before he leans down, pillowy lips connecting to yours in a soft kiss.

The feeling is so fulfilling that it is enough to make your eyelids flutter shut and your heart racing in your chest with blissful warmth as he presses his mouth deeper into yours. Even in a state of sleep, the kiss is still filled with emotion — passionate and sensual.

Jungkook moans as his mouth continues to work over yours, his teeth catching your lower lip and biting down with little pressure and letting it snap back before chasing your mouth for a second kiss.

Your hands run through his hair,nails grazing his scalp enticingly, eliciting another moan from deep within his chest. The way you kiss him has him seeing stars; dazed and lost in the touch of your lips. You caress his face with delicate touches, tongues flicking across his mouth and the way you counter back by nibbling in his own bottom lip before breaking the kiss.

Endearingly, you both press your foreheads together and close your eyes with a smile on both your lips.

Jungkook’s hand finds home on his hip before slipping underneath the cotton material of your t-shirt and resting his hands there. His thumb runs tracks over your skin in back and forth strokes as you bask in the calming, soothing sensation.

You feel his foot nudge open your legs as he tangles his limbs with yours and pulls you impossibly closer to you, your own leg now resting on top of his lip as you lock each other within the other's arms.

The feeling of Jungkook’s breath against your skin causes goosebumps to travel over your body, the warmth now turning into a small bonfire as love for the sleepy man in your arms ignites and burns bright.

It isn’t long before his breathing becomes drawn out and even, loud snores whistling through his nose and his thumb slows its movements as he eventually falls asleep in your arms.

“So much for not being sleepy,” you mock him as if he could hear, when deep down you wish that he had taken off into a dreamy slumber.

With gentle ease, you press the palm of your hand against his full cheek and brush your thumb over his cheeks the same way he did with your hip moments ago. You press your head against his forehead and land a tiny, light, airy kiss on his pouty lips.

You close your own eyes, listening to the flickering sounds of the small candles around the living room as well as concentrating on the rhythm of Jungkook’s breathing, hoping to ease yourself into your own slumber.

What felt like a moment later, Jungkook tightens his hold on you, whispering a small ‘i love you’, before sleep eventually blankets over you.

[carmenberzattosgf]

we need to hear your thoughts on carmy with his gf in sub space !!! he’s such a dommy guy :(( i’d feel sooo safe with him. sexually and honestly even non-sexually! just being fuzzy with carmy :(

This has actually got me thinking on non sexual subspace with Carmy omg. ( I promise the full on sexual one with impact play is coming soon 😭 unforch I am a college student and have minimum free time)

Carmy makes you feel so so so safe. He cares for you so deeply, making you your favorite foods. When you fall into subspace with him it’s when your with him on the couch watching your favorite comfort show.

It had been a long busy week for the both of you, hardly having a spare second to be with each other. It’s his first evening off in weeks, and Carmy wants to spend it with you at home. By this point, he’s already made your favorite meal for dinner. He normally hates cooking off the clock, but for you? He will do it every single time.

After dinner he guides you over to the couch, laying on the couch first so he can wrap his arms around you. He already has the show loaded and ready to play on the tv.

Next, he takes a blanket and lays it over the two of you. You can practically feel all your worries melting away as Carmy wraps his strong arms around you, running his hands down your skin. The moment is silent. Just the both of you focused on the tv, relishing in the time together.

It’s when Carmy begins running his fingers through your hair that you start to slip. His movements are delicate as his hands move through your locks of hair. His rough fingertips massage at your scalp, and you’re done for, fully giving into that fuzzy feeling. You’re safe with him, wrapped up in his arms, so you let the world blur around you.

Carmen realizes what’s happening when your breathing becomes slow and deep, and when you basically melt against him. At first, he thinks you’ve just fallen asleep, but he leans over to see your eyes open, glazed over at the TV.

“Baby?” You don’t respond on his first attempt, too far gone to realize he’s talking. He brings his hair down from your hair to cup your cheek. His thumb strokes gently on the skin. “Baby, you with me?” He’s careful as he shifts his hand so your gaze meets his. Your pupils are blown wide as you look up at him. You can’t speak right now, and he knows that. “You feeling floaty? I’ve gotcha, sweetheart. You’re safe with me. Always safe with me. Won’t let anything happen to you.”

Carmy lets your body settle back into him and he goes back to rubbing his hand at your scalp, slowly dragging his fingers through your hair. This continues on until you both fall asleep in each other’s arms with the show still playing on in the background.

[littlehypnone]

Hiii! It's me Bat 🦇, you don't know me :( but I've got a request if you're up to it!

Perhaps a regressed Swiss and phantom. Swiss was taking care of phantom as usual, making sure their dressed and ready for the day, giving them their breakfast and their usual morning routine together.

It all starts getting to swiss when he sees phantom play with their Legos and dinos. Watching them smile and giggle as they made the dinosaurs crush down the Lego buildings. Swiss' mind starts getting all fuzzy, feeling himself slipping. But he refuses to let his guard down when Phantom was regressed, he didn't want anything to happen to his bat.

But it's so so hard to fight the urge to slip and be care free, he finds himself panicky and worried the more he gets fuzzy. Then Mountain comes to the rescue! He notices Swiss' odd behaviour, quickly helping him calm down and reassuring him that everything will be okay, mount telling him that he'll be there to take care of both him and phant <3

The end!! I've been thinking about regressed Swiss for so long haha, but only do this request if you want to! And take your time :D

i didnt follow this word to word but the concept is still here, i hope its okay. i did my best even tho i dont really see swiss as a regressor

740 words, little phantom (they/them), overworked and tired cg swiss, then little swiss, cg mountain, brave helper phantom, bit of panic and doubts about himself on swiss' side

Swiss was tired. He worked too much lately and he knew it, but he had things to do and not enough time to spare for a proper rest. He’d planned on taking a break during the weekend but things such as fussy little ghouls came up and he didn’t get a chance. He wasn’t upset with them, of course not, but it all started to pile up on top of him.

Now, the weekend was over and Swiss was more exhausted than before. Phantom had had a bad day the day before and went to bed with Swiss all small and scared. They woke up still little, but not upset anymore.

The multi ghoul was taking care of them all morning, helping them get dressed, making them breakfast and coming up with something to entertain them. Phantom ended up watching one of their favorite cartoons as they played with Lego’s on the floor in front of the TV. Swiss was sitting on the couch, keeping an eye on them. It’d be so easy to just fall asleep and take a nap, but Phantom couldn’t be left unsupervised and no one else was available. He’d push through, it was nothing.

Except he couldn’t.

The near silence of the common room, with only Phantom’s cartoon filling it, left his mind vulnerable to all the pressure that was gathering around him for the last few days. Before Swiss could really notice what was happening, his mind was slipping and he was curling himself up under a blanket.

He couldn’t do anything about it, though, Phantom was still small and needed to be watched over, he just had to shake himself out of it. It’d be fine, he was okay, it wouldn’t–

“Swissy? Are you o– okay?” Phantom perked up, their brows furrowed. They weren't only observant, but also a quintessence ghoul. Of course they noticed something was wrong.

“Y– yeah, buggy, don’t worry,” Swiss forced himself to smile as he hid half of his face behind the blanket. He started to panic.

“No! Something’s w– wrong,” they stood up and made their way over to where Swiss was curled in on himself. They knelt in front of him and looked intently into his eyes as he tried to avoid them. “T– tell me, Swissy, I can help!”

The multi ghoul thought for a moment. Phantom would get upset if they couldn’t help and he didn’t want that. He didn’t know what to do, though, how they could help. All they could do was–

“Can– can you get Mounty?” he mumbled, tightening the blanket around himself. Phantom shot up, nodding, and ran away before Swiss could process what was happening and tell them to slow down and be careful.

He was left alone with Phantom’s cartoon as background noise. He couldn’t stop the ugly thoughts his mind was supplying him with, that he was useless, that he failed at the simplest task of watching a little ghoul, that he should–

“Swiss, darling?” he heard Mountain’s voice and tears filled his eyes. He wanted him, yes, but now someone would see how weak he was. He hated that. “Oh, baby…”

“‘m s– sorry,” Swiss whispered shakily, hiding even further behind the blanket. “Where… Phantom?”

“Left them with Dew,” Mountain explained, knowing that this knowledge alone would calm the multi ghoul a bit. “Do you want a hug, my heart?”

He nodded and was quickly scooped up, straight into Mountain’s lap. Swiss buried his face in his chest, letting out a single sob at the feeling of… love.

“It’s alright,” the earth ghoul mumbled into his ear, doing his best to call him down. It was working, Mountain had something about him that made it impossible for any ghoul to be upset around him. “It happens, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. Let me take care of you for once, okay?”

Swiss thought about it. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. He was really tired, after all, and Mountain was always so nice to him, he loved him so much. Maybe… maybe it was a good idea. “Okay.”

“Good,” Mountain smiled and pressed a kiss to Swiss’ forehead. “Can I carry you to my room? I know you like it there.”

The multi ghoul nodded and wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, letting him pick him up. “It’ll all be okay, my heart. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

Swiss never dared to doubt him.

[sacredjake]

Fade Into You

pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: fluff, some angst

here’s a little jake blurb that i couldn’t stop thinking about. every time i hear the this song i think about slow dancing with jake to it, so here it is. i whipped this up super quick so there’s bound to be spelling and grammar mistakes.

You had been mindlessly scrolling on your phone far too long, background noise from the tv filling the silence in your living room. It had been one of those days where lingering thoughts had gotten to you, plummeting your mood quickly. Once excited and feeling like you were filled with light from the sun turned into being on the brink of tears and uninterested in everything. Even your favorite tv show which usually could at least make you laugh, was’t swaying your mood.

The familiar jingling of keys could be heard on the opposite side of the door, signaling that your boyfriend had finally returned home from his short trip. He had only been gone for two days, and even then you normally would’ve been more excited to see him. As he entered your shared house, luggage and guitar case in tow, you briefly looked up to meet his eyes, muttering a small ‘hi’ before returning your attention to your phone. Part of you felt guilty, but you also were just physically and emotionally unable to do much else. You had no energy to spare, using all of it to try and claw your way out from under the metaphorical rock that held you down.

He could tell something was up, you knew he could. This wasn’t how you would typically greet him as he came home from a trip, you knew it, and he knew it. He brought his luggage to sit under the bar of your kitchen that sat on the edge of the living room, separating the two spaces while also joining them. After carefully setting his guitar case down he sat down next to you on the couch and kissed the side of your head, hand resting gently on your thigh while you kept your eyes on your phone.

“Everything okay, baby?”

You met his soft, warm, milk chocolate eyes that were filled with concern, trying your hardest to put on a convincing smile.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” Your voice betrayed you, coming out slightly above a whisper as you smiled back softly. His eyes searched yours before you broke eye contact, knowing he would see the sadness you were holding inside.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes until he stood from the couch, giving your knee a loving pat before he stood. He walked over to the bar and grabbed his phone off the counter, going through it as he walked into another room. When he returned he was holding a small speaker, one the two of you used in place of records when you didn’t own said record. You watched as he set the speaker on the mantle above your fireplace, turning it on, and connecting his phone to the device.

Instead of playing anything he pocketed his phone, and turned his attention to the large ebony coffee table that sat in the middle of the living room. Before you could ask what he was doing, he began to push the giant, and heavy, piece of furniture to a far wall. With the table moved there was now a large area of free space, opening up the room. Satisfied with the new placement of the table, he fished his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen once with his thumb. The speaker came to life with the soft sound of drums followed by a jazzy sort of guitar, soft and smooth.

Once again tucking the phone into his pocket, he walked to you silently and extended his hand out to you. He didn’t say a word, but the gentle smile he wore was asking you to dance with him. Although you didn’t feel up to it, you knew he was only trying to help, so you carefully took his hand and set your blanket to the side with the other.

He led you to the middle of the open space with your hand in his, and pulled you closer resting his left hand atop your waist. Your own hand delicately placed on his shoulder, your arm wrapped around the underside of his. He swayed the two of you to the slow beat of the song as you rested your cheek against his shoulder, looking away from him. His shoulder length hair tickled your eyelashes with each blink, but you didn’t dare move it. You heard his contented sigh slip as his cheek rested against your head, and his hand squeezed your own.

‘Won’t you tell me it’s okay, won’t you tell me what to say.

Won’t you hold my hand when nobody else has got the time.’

The two of you stayed that way for a beat or two before you tilted your head back to look at Jake. Instead of meeting your gaze, he closed his eyes, and rested his forehead against your own. He hummed along softly to the song, his chest vibrating against yours. You let his quiet hums lull your eyes closed, enjoying the tender intimacy of the moment.

‘So baby won’t you be my lady, miss you like crazy, I hope you’ll be my, my partner in crime.’

“Jake?” His name came out in a cracked and hushed whisper, like you were afraid to ruin the moment.

“Hm?” He hummed quietly, adding to the peaceful aura. You opened your eyes, finding his were still shut, and peered up at him through your lashes as best you could.

“I’ve never heard this song before.”

His eyes fluttered open as he pulled his forehead away from yours, and kissed where his was just resting. “Mmm, Sammy played it for me a few days ago while we were doing business in L.A. and it reminded me of you.”

His eyes met yours as they began to prickle with tears, a smile making its way onto your face. A few tears fell as you tried to blink them back. Jake smiled warmly at you, using the hand that was on your waist to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“I kept thinking about how much I missed you, and how much I wanted nothing more than to hold you, and dance with you to this song.” He continued to wipe your cheeks sweetly until the tears stopped falling.

‘Won’t you tell me how you feel, won’t you make this all come real.’

Wiping his hand on his pants, he returned his hand to your waist to lightly push your hip while his grip on your hand loosened so he could spin you. When you came back around to face him, he secured your hand in his and placed his other hand back on your hip, continuing to sway you to the song.

‘Cause it’s lonely here, and I’m running out of things to say’

“You’re not good at hiding when you’re upset,” His left hand brushed stray strands of hair out of your face, stopping to cup your face, “but you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” You cast your eyes down to your feet, avoiding his amused stare.

“Hey,” Jake’s hand on your cheek shifted under your chin forcing you to look up at him, “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize baby. I just want you to know that you can always talk to me.”

“I know.”

His brown orbs flicked back and forth between yours trying to get a read on you. Before he could say anything else you leaned into him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making all the bad feelings go away.”

His face softened as if he was more relaxed than he already had been. This time he leaned towards you and kissed your lips tenderly, still swaying to the song. You couldn’t help the genuine smile that sat on your face as he looked at you lovingly. His warmth was infectious.

“There’s that smile. That’s what I’ve been waiting to see.” His thumb ran along the apple of your cheek before his hand found purchase on your hip once again. You rested your cheek on his shoulder again letting your eyes close, feeling content. It was almost like the love was palpable, like you were surrounded in the feeling of his tender loving. Like you were wrapped in it.

“I love you so much, Jake.”

“I love you too, baby. More than you could ever know.”

As the music faded out he pressed another soft kiss to your head. Even after the song ended the two of you continued to sway back and forth for what seemed like hours. Both of you basking in the moment, hearts so full and warm they felt as though they might burst or simply melt into nothing. How you were blessed to be loved by someone like Jake was a mystery to you, but you were thankful to whatever celestial being put him in your path.

And while you wondered how you got to be so lucky to love and be loved by someone like Jake, he was thinking the same thing. He thought he must’ve done something right in a past life to be blessed with you in this one, and he was thanking the universe for bringing you to him.

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[eveningepiphany]

Mistletoe | H.S

summary: you’re with the band at anne’s house the week of christmas and harry points out you’re both standing under a mistletoe.

warnings: swearing, friends to lovers, kissing, soft harry, suggestive sexual material (no smut, but part two does have!)

a/n: this was originally not going to have any sexual stuff in it but I couldn’t help myself. I also think I’m gonna write a few christmassy imagines because they are absolutely adorable and I love the vibe they have. <3

part two!!

merry christmas everyone x

———

Giggles from all the boys echoed across the lounge.

Cups of cocoa were held in everyone’s hands, blankets draped over us in bunches. Christmas was only 5 days away— life was good.

“‘M nearly out of hot chocolate.” Harry pouts from your left.

A Christmas movie made quiet background noise, and Anne chuckled from across the couch.

“You’re a whiner,” she teased, standing up from where she sat.

She was sporting a green Christmas sweater, “Well, early morning for us, don’t forget.”

She was definitely headed off to bed, and everyone had to be up and ready to get on the road to the BBC breakfast morning show you had. Practically a One Direction pre-Christmas special, since it was still 5 days till Christmas.

You and the boys— well expect for Harry, who’d drive back here with Anne— are flying home for your Christmas break after that.

“Yea, think I’m gonna rack down s’well.” Liam says, pushing from the mound of blankets he was under.

And once one of you cave, the rest usually follow suit, specially knowing you had to be driving the hour and a half to BBC, meaning you had to be up early. You’re expected there at 6:30am and ready to preform by 8:00am.

Everyone starts to disperse from the living room, the TV and Christmas lights getting flicked off, cups finding there way into the dishwasher.

Harry is brushing his teeth in the bathroom when you enter to do the same.

He gives you a smile, his pearly teeth peeking through the foam.

You put your toiletries on the bathroom bench, pulling out your toothbrush, layering some toothpaste on it.

You both dance in the mirror, laughter muffled by a mouthful of toothpaste.

He’s in a red Christmas sweater— which is admittedly too cute for you not to fluster a little at the sight.

You’d figured being so close allowed you room for such feelings to linger, even though you never really know where the line was with them.

Where exactly the platonic feelings bleed into romantic ones— and how normal it actually was.

He was easily one of your best friends, so you try not to entertain these thoughts.

He makes that difficult.

Once you’re both done brushing your teeth, he is eyeing your hair.

It’s let loose, and he wastes not a second longer before sinking his fingers into it.

He combs through it with his hands, tongue darting out the corner of his pink lips as he plaits it at the back.

“What are you doing?” You laugh.

“Pass me a hair tie.” He states.

You truffle through your travel bag, finding one at the very bottom.

He loops it around the end of his work, with a proud little smile on his face.

“Gotta keep it in, mkay?”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Harry.” You roll your eyes with a grin.

He follows you out the bathroom, and you’re both headed the same way.

“It will! You wouldn’t want me to be tired tomorrow would you?”

“Tired and grumpy.” You add, knowing how he gets in the morning, like he’s got the world on his shoulders.

“‘M not grumpy! You’re grumpy.” He huffs.

“You both are!” Niall calls from the spare room he’s staying in with Liam.

“Shut up Niall.” You both say in sync, laughing as you run up the stairs.

You were taking Gemma’s old room, which had since been converted into a spare room now she’s moved out for college.

Harry was staying in his room, which you’re sure he’s enjoying being back in his own bed for a bit.

Anne’s room was the only other bedroom up here, down the other end of the hall.

“Woah—“ you say, coming to a stop as you see the window overlooking the town lights.

It’s down Harrys side of the upstairs living space, and you find yourself walking straight over to look out.

There’s a small reindeer shaped lamp that’s turned on, lighting part of the area up with a dim bit warm glow.

“You can see the Christmas lights in town from here.” You point out, a small smile on your face.

You both stand and look out, comfortable silence enveloping you. Even though it’s not your home, you feel at home.

Maybe it’s Harry’s presence, or the small town nature, you’re not sure. But fuck does it feel nice.

After a minute or so, you begin to move, but his hand grabs you.

You fumble to a stop, heart jumping at the feeling of his hand on your arm.

Just friends.

“Harry?” You ask, confused.

He’s smiling at you, meekly, “look.”

He points up and you still.

There are a sprig of little leaves hung on the roof above you. Mistletoe.

“Oh.” You whisper aloud.

“Did you— do you— sorry?” You’re baffled, because if he’s implying you follow through with tradition…

He laughs a little, but theres a nervous air around you.

Maybe he was just pointing it out for a laugh— to scare you a bit.

He moves to press his body close to yours, and you draw in a sharp breath.

You can smell him, that warm toasted vanilla smell that is always radiating off him. It’s sweet and woodsy in nature, comforting in a way you just want to bundle yourself up in it.

“Cant break tradition, can we?” He says, arms skating up to your hips.

“You want to kiss me?” You whisper.

The house is hushed around you, everyone pretty much in bed now.

He doesn’t answer your quiet question with words, instead he nudges your chin up with his nose, moving to place a warm kiss on the pulse point of your neck.

You shudder at the sensation, the way his soft lips feel against your skin.

It feels so wrong and so right all at once.

He moves up to the junction of your neck and jaw, peppering kisses along it, slipping up to your cheek.

You catch your lips on his cheekbone, and you feel any resolve against going further slipping from your grasp.

“Harry…”

“Just tell me if you want me to stop.” He murmurs against your skin.

“Tradition. Gotta stick to tradition.” You reason aloud, but you both know this goes far beyond that.

Usually people stuck under mistletoe share a quick peck if romantic feelings aren’t present. It doesn’t get dragged out, no laying soft lips over as much skin as you can. Unless it’s a hallmark movie, you suppose.

“Mmhm.” He hums against you, lost in the feeling.

You’re not 100% sure who makes the first proper kiss.

He’d pressed a kiss that caught the corner of your mouth, and you kissed the dip between his chin and bottom lip. He’d grazed your upper one, you’d pushed into it.

Like neither of you wanted to take the blame for it, be the one to initiate it.

Before you know it you’ve both sealed your mouths together. Let’s just say it was probably a mutual move.

It was slow, perfect and deliciously warm.

Your hand came up to his face, cupping the ridge of his jaw— pulling him infinitely closer.

His own hands are up slipping up to your hair, “Careful, don’t mess up your work.” you say, not wanting him to screw up the plait he did.

He laughs, taking his hands to your torso, beginning to slowly map out your body, feeling the different dips and curves of it.

He gently takes your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it carefully to see your reaction.

Your stomach drops to your feet at the feeling, toes curling in your fluffy socks.

“Shit.” You whimper as he lets it flick back into place with a pop.

“Y’fuckin’ kidding me, Y/N.” He says into your mouth.

“Your lips are bloody perfect.” He pulls back a little, letting his thumb come up to skate over your swollen, wet lips.

You kiss the tip of his finger, and he visibly tenses.

If you hadn’t already breached the point of no return, this would be what did it.

You take it just into the seam of your lips, letting your tongue swipe over it.

He draws in a laboured breath, clocking you like a hawk as you slide your mouth down to the knuckle of his thumb, sucking on it a little.

“Y/N… fuck.” He groans quietly.

You slip a little further down, looking up at him to catch his eye.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. Don’t do that— don’t look at me like that.”

You glide your mouth back to the top of his finger to speak innocently, “Like what?”

“Don’t be coy, y’know exactly what you’re doing to me right now, darling.”

He pulls back from you, and it visibly takes a lot of strength not to give into how bad he wants you.

Instead he compromises, taking your hand and leading you into his room without a word.

“As much as id like to lay you down in my bed and lick into till you come around my tongue,” he pauses, watching your reaction as he says that, knowing he’s wound you up good and proper.

“‘M not doing that while my mums just down the hall and our band mates are down stairs. Because you would not be able to keep quiet.” He shuts the door behind you both.

“So, cuddling it is, sweetheart.”

You’re dumbfounded at how blunt he just was. Dumbfounded and incredibly turned on.

“You can’t just say you want your head between my legs and then follow it with telling me we’re just going to cuddle.”

“Nothin’ wrong with a good cuddle.”

“But I’m—“

He cuts you off, “horny, I know, believe me so am I.”

He pulls your hand to feel his groin, where his cock was perked up in his sweatpants— he was certainly hard under your hand.

“Oh. Oh…” you stutter out, before he pulls it away again.

He shucks the sweater he was wearing over the top of his head, leaving him shirtless— and his tattoos completely visible.

You let your eyes wander along his toned torso and back, watching intently as he pulls the soft green doona cover of his bed down to slip under.

You stand for a moment, and he looks expectantly for you to join him.

“Cmon, Y/N, please?” He draws out the please, and you roll your eyes.

“You’re a goof.” You say, getting in with him.

“Big spoon or little spoon?” You ask once you lay down.

“Well unless you want my boner pressed into you, probably little.” You laugh at the situation you’ve thrown yourselves into.

It feels very different, yet very normal at the same time.

“I’d be just fine with that, I just don’t know how your little guy would cope with it though.”

“Little?” He challenges, pulling you into him so you can feel him rut against you.

“Oh stop it, I was kidding don’t take it so personally.” You grin, swatting his hands from your waist. Admittedly, from what you’ve felt tonight, he feels anything but little.

You pull yourself close to him,trying to fight away the December chill, and he smiles. It quiet for a few heartbeats, you both just enjoying each others presence and warmth.

Without warning he captures your lips with his, and you give straight into it. It’s not rushed, just soft and slow.

You kiss and kiss, tongues dipping between both of your mouths and you feel yourself growing tired. They become sloppy and laced with drowsiness— yet are still just as beautiful.

He pulls himself back with a small inhale, and places a final soft peck on your chin before pulling you further into his chest.

“Night, lovely.�� He whispers, sounding blissful.

“Goodnight, Harry.”

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you can find part two here <3

[the1975attheirverybest]

Maybe a blurb on the reader dealing with a depressive episode and matty starting pay attention to the signs (apathy, lack of eating, etc) if that’s like too much that’s totally cool tho :D

-🥳

Sea Peach

A/N: This one shot is partially inspired by the song "Smoochie" by Father John Misty. Also, as someone who struggles with quite severe depression, this was emotional to write. please read the warnings and exercise caution.

Warnings: mentions of mental illness, depictions of depression symptoms, and not in a pretty way cuz I never wanna romanticize this shit. so it's okay if you choose to skip this one. Take care of yourselves.

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She grimaced and shifted on the couch when she heard the house door suddenly open and slam shut. Feeling a wave of frustration wash over her before Matty had even made it all the way inside, she turned to face away from the door, laying on her side, back to the entryway, and balling herself into the fetal position.

She tensed up when the smell of his aftershave and the cigarette he'd brought with him invaded her senses, the mixed scent making the knot in her stomach tighten.

Matty furrowed his brows at the sight of her, barely visible underneath the blanket, her arms wrapped around herself protectively, her face hidden from him. He exhaled, the cigarettes smoke forming a cloud in front of his face. "Baby? have you been sat here since I left?"

His question was out of concern. Legitimate concern, too, since it had been over six hours since he'd left her on that couch. To her, though, the mere sound of his voice irritated her like nails on a chalkboard. She sighed and rolled her eyes, not that Matty could see her.

She heard the sound of his footsteps getting closer behind her, then she felt him sit by her, on the edge of the couch, and place a gentle hand on her shoulder. She was stiff as a log of wood under his touch. The voice inside her head silently screaming for him to go away. leavemealone, leavemealone, leavemealone, leavemealone, leavemealone!!! she chanted in her mind, getting increasingly agitated.

"Honey, can you hear me? Everythin' alright?" Matty put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the nearby coffee table, deciding to focus his attention entirely on her.

"Leave me alone, Matty!" she finally spoke, her voice sounding far away, and shrugged his arm off of her shoulder.

Matty was taken aback. She sounded stone cold. They'd barely exchanged two words all day. He'd write it off as her being distracted by work earlier, but right now, judging by her current position, he felt it was obviously something more serious.

"Darlin,' are you ill? have- have I....done something to upset you?"

Finally, she turned around to face him, "Just go away! I said leave me the fuck alone!"

Matty was stunned into momentary silence. Not as much by her loud, sharp tone, but by the dead look in her eyes as she yelled. He swallowed, clearing his throat and slowly backing away from the couch. 'Alright, christ! there's no reason to be shitty about it." he muttered under his breath.

"I just want some space, is that so hard to understand?" She kicked the blanket off her body, sitting up.

"Thought I'd given you six hours worth of space already, but alright, I'll leave you alone..." Matty turned around to face the exit.

"Don't bother. I'm going upstairs." she sprinted past him, leaving the room and climbing the stairs, without even sparing him a side glance or looking back.

***

Matty crossed his brows, reaching over for the remote and turning the TV off. he hadn't been following along with the plot of the film, anyway. He'd mainly turned it on for some comforting background noise, but it had done the exact opposite.

He couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what he'd done wrong. He'd gone over their recent interactions in his head, several times, trying to figure out if he'd upset her in some way, but he came up blank. He wondered if two hours was enough "space," if she'd be willing to talk right now. There was only one way to find out.

Matty went upstairs and headed for her home office. He stood in the doorway, flicking the light switch on. She wasn't in there, but what was in there surprised him.

***

She clutched onto the tear-drenched comforting, another silent sob painfully ripping through her as she listened to the sounds of Matty's footsteps coming upstairs, and then going back down, without coming to see her. She knew it was her fault and she felt like a complete monster for the way she'd spoken to him earlier. All he was trying to do was be a good partner. But, the way she'd reacted certainly sent a clear message that she didn't want him to. When the truth is, she did. She needed him right now. She longed to apologize, to ask for his help, but she knew he'd be better off without her. She didn't want to bring him down with her nonsense or burden him with her troubles. He was finally in the best place of his life; mentally, personally, and professionally. He was full of life and energy and a lot depended on his being free and able to come and go as he pleased. Making him worry about her would only hold him back. She didn't want to be the anchor dragging him down. She'd done enough damage already. He can't know. She needs to keep this to herself, get out of his way, and hope to god that she can push through the darkness by herself so she can even begin to repair things with Matty eventually.

The only comfort she currently had was Matty's pillow. She grabbed on to it, hugging it, tightly, to her chest and breathing in his scent, hot tears running down her face.

She had no idea how long she'd stayed that way before she'd cried herself to sleep. When she woke up, she was sweaty, disoriented, and extremely thirsty. She sat up in bed, her heart aching at the sight of Matty's empty side of the bed. feeling around the nightstand for her phone, she squinted her eyes, adjusting to the light immolating from the screen.

She jumped, startled at the sudden sound of the bedroom door opening. Matty walked in, a full tray of food in his hands. He smiled softly at her when their eyes met. "Hi, my love." he whispered. "Can we talk?"

the words "my love" were like daggers to her heart. how could he still love her with the way she'd been acting lately? Tears threatened to spill again, but she pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, looking up at the ceiling to stop from crying. "s-" she cleared her dry throat. "sure"

Matty set the tray of food down on the nightstand, grabbing the water bottle that he'd filled up for her, and climbing onto the bed. "You probably need this" he handed her the water. She took it silently and gulped down the majority of it, making him smile.

"Babe, you've been crying..." Matty noticed.

She was too choked up to speak, afraid her voice and tears would betray her, so she looked down at the duvet, shaking her head.

Matty clearly saw right through her, pulling her in for a hug. "I'm so sorry, baby. I should've noticed sooner. I'm so sorry..." he whispered in her ear, kissing her hair as she sobbed into him. "I haven't been around, lately, have I? Left you to deal with all this on your own. I'm such an idiot, I really should've noticed earlier...."

When she was finally able to string together a sentence, she looked up at him, "don't- don't say that. It's not your fault, okay? It's mine....I've been such a piece of shit lately, I-"

"No, you haven't. Don't say that!"

"Matty, I yelled at you, pushed you away! Haven't retired your kind words in days. How could you-"

"You're depressed." he cut her off, wiping her streaming tears away with his thumb.

"The irritability, mood swings, the insomnia, lack of appetite, lethargy, sorry, baby, but you also smell a bit...hygiene issues." he laughed when she looked mortified and attempted to pull away from him. "Where do you think you're goin," he wrapped his arm around her again, pulling her back in. "I've been there myself. Countless times. Shoulda recognized it on you. But I haven't been paying attention. I've hardly been at home. Wasn't until I went into your office and saw that you hadn't cleaned it out in ages that...it all hit me."

She wished the ground would split open and swallow her whole. "I'm so gross. so disgusting. Not even trying to take care of myself, let alone-"

"Hey, shut the fuck up, will you?" Matty giggled. "Sorry, that was a bit much." He kissed her cheek. "You're not disgusting. You're MENTALLY ILL." he paused for dramatic effect, then felt bad. "Sorry, again, a bit much. didn't mean it like a judgmental thing...just an observation."

She simply shrugged, averting her eyes in shame.

"Hey," Matty tilted her chin up with his thumb and index finger, dipping his own head down to meet her eyes. "It's okay. I'm here now. I'm gonna take care of you, okay?... baby, don't cry," He kissed her lips.

Her eyes fluttered shut, tears ran down her face.

***

"I'm so sorry, Matty. For how I've been acting...for not talking to you about it..."

"S not y'fault. You can't control these things sometimes. I get it. I've definitely done worse when I'm in your position." He took her hand in his, kissing it softly. "You know what you can control though? your meal schedule. Go, on, eat something." He reached over to the tray of snacks he'd brought her and picked up a fruit bowl, handing it to her.

"Baby, thank you, I really appreciate you making this for me, but- I just- the very idea of food makes me nauseous."

Matty's scrutinizing gaze watched her carefully for a moment. "Very well, then, perhaps the medley of fruits is overwhelming. Just eat the tangerine."

She eyed the fruit in question skeptically, the image of herself eating it wasn't at all appealing. "Don't want any tangerine." she pouted.

"That's okay! That's actually not a tangerine, it's a sea peach."

She erupted into a chuckle, looking at him with confusion. "A what now? A sea peach! get it...cuz the word 'tangerine' comes from 'tangier'....the seaport from Morocco?" He grinned, the sight of her laughter healing a piece of his heart.

"Only you would know that!"

"Listen, if you eat the sea peach, I'll help you take a shower and clean out your office. Maybe we can hang out after? just the two of us? If you feel up to it?"

[beachbabey]

i've been so bad at sleeping and just want daddy!jake or daddy!rhett to make me sleepy and cozy :((

word count: 1.1k

Daddy!Jake x Little!Reader

warnings: fluff, age regression, sfw

a.n - this is such a cute request 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I get so sleepy on car rides too so I consider myself an expert on this

pspspspsppsp @sebsxphia

He tried to hide his worry as he saw your curled up form on the couch, some old 90's gameshow playing on the tv in the background, he quietly took his coat off and placed it on the hook, walking over to you, he can see your glazed over eyes, it was as if you were sleeping with your eyes open

Smiling, Jake leaned over the back of the couch, placing a gentle kiss on the side of your temple before sitting down next to you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, letting his hand rest there.

“There you are, what are you doing down here?? it's 2am baby, I told you I'd be back late” he chides you. Looking shyly up at him, you hugged his hand tightly to your face.

“Hi dada” your voice barely above a whisper, turning your head back towards the screen.

"Hey sweetie," he said softly, realising the headspace you were in, you must've regressed after he left, and weren't able to get to sleep, you could never sleep without him. You let your head fall onto his shoulder, yawning and rubbing your eyes.

"Oh angel c'mere, come to daddy" he cooed, reaching over your shoulder to turn you towards him and cuddling up to him, your face buried into his chest.

"Couldn't sleep, little one?" He asks you tentatively, stroking the side of your face, intently watching your facial expressions as you stare off into space.

"Mhmm, just can't, feels weird without you dada, now I'm too awake" you whined, feeling frustrated at how hard communicating was for you.

But Jake somehow always knew what you meant, and what you wanted.

"Oh bubba, it's okay baby, it's okay," he said in a hushed tone, scratching at your scalp with his fingernails, squeezing you and keeping you as close to him as possible. Letting the silence fall over the room, seeing if it would help you doze off with no such luck, feeling you move every few minutes and huff angrily at how hard it was to feel sleepy. Jake sat and thought for a few minutes before an idea struck him, moving his head to perch on top of yours, humming in thought.

"What is it daddy?" you ask him, moving forward to look up at him

"Do you think if we went for a drive, it would help, Angel?" He questioned looking down at you inquisitively, you sat and thought about it for a minute, you did love car rides when you were little, and road trips always made you sleepy, especially when it's this time of year when there's flurries of snow and icy winds for weeks on end and it gets dark before 9pm. Jake usually blasts the heater on in his truck and keeps a blanket in there for you to snuggle up in on long journeys. Even going as far as to keep a spare paci in the glove compartment for you

"think so, dada, i like car rides" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes, trying to get rid of the itchy sensation from staring at the tv for so long, Jake gently takes your hand in his own, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your palm, bringing them up to his lips, brushing your knuckles over them before pressing a small peck to your fingertips, the light, ticklish sensation making you smile sleepily, you perk up a little as he looks at you, eyes all soft and loving, so much so that they shine in the soft light of the tv.

"Come on then honey, let's get you all wrapped up and go on an adventure" He reaches towards you and boops your nose, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to your bedroom, unceremoniously dropping you onto the mattress, making you squeak and giggle as you bounce up as down, flopping down and watching him flitter around the room, getting your slippers and dressing gown out of the wardrobe and laying them on the bed, helping you sit upright so he could slide the sleeves over your arms, tying the belt snugly, grabbing your hands and pulling you up on your feet

After you were layered enough to battle the cool night air he places your paci gently in your mouth and clips it to your shirt, kissing it, before handing you your favourite plushie for you to cuddle.

"You ready angel?" He asked watching as you nodded your head sleepily, grabbing your hands to lift you onto your feet. Leading you downstairs before picking up his keys. Getting you into the passenger seat, buckling you in, before going to the driver's side, getting in and starting the car.

"You want the radio on Angel?"

"Nuh uh, like it quiet dada" you hum, settling into your seat, reaching out and feeling the hot air from the fans flow through your fingers, reaching for one of his hands, bringing it to rest in yours on top of one of your thighs, his thumb immediately rubbing circles into the back of your hand.

After around half an hour of driving, the feeling of small potholes in the road, the warmth of Jake's hand on your thigh and the gentle hum of the engine were enough to make you close your eyes, the fuzzy feeling of drifting into sleep taking hold of you, soft snores escaping your lips as you fall into a deep sleep. Jake looks over, hearing the snores, seeing your paci had dropped to your lap and softly chuckles to himself, a soft smile rests on his face as he circles back and begins to drive home.

Finally arriving home, Jake switches off the engine, reaching over to you, he slowly unbuckles your seatbelt before getting out and circling around to the passenger side, unlocking your door gently, and carefully, trying his hardest not to wake you. Gently getting his arms under your knees and across your back, lifting you up and settling you onto his hip, gently shushing you as you began to stir, hip bumping the door and locking his car.

Using one hand to unlock the front door and closing it with his foot, you whine and squirm in his arms, the bright lights of the hallway waking you up, squinting and hiding your face in Jake's neck.

"It's okay honey, we're back home, gonna get you up to bed real soon" He whispers to you, bringing a hand up to the back of your head, keeping you stable and comforted, carefully walking upstairs with you still on his hip, he sets you down on the mattress, pulling back the covers and taking off your dressing gown and slippers. Bringing your paci up to your lips as he moves down to bring you into his arms, pressing your back into his chest, wrapping his arm around your stomach, your hand unconsciously coming to cover his, interlocking your fingers with his, placing a peck to your temple before closing his eyes.

"G'night angel, dada loves you"

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Nutella Thumb Print for the wip ask game 🙏💖 I need to know more👀👀👀

Ahhhh yessss - a fluffy (but should it evolve into something smutty, what can I do? 🤷🏻‍♀️) one shot in the Mi Galleta AU for our scruffy Pero and his beloved Cookie 🍪 A snippet:

Going on airplane mode now, Cookie.  Can’t wait to see you. You tinker for a little while in your home office that had previously been one of Pero's spare bedrooms, before begrudgingly getting ready for bed.  Time is going impossibly slow.  Snuggling under a blanket on the couch, you hunker down ready to wait for Pero’s flight to get in; in between messages in your group chat, you scroll social media and put on some background tv.  You shouldn’t have any problem staying up.  Easy Peasy.

As for the title, I googled "common wedding cookies" and one of them was the Nutella Thumb Print cookie 👀👀🤷🏻‍♀️🤭🤭 Thanks for the ask, lovie! 😘😘

[hekateinhell]

♡ + Armand/Daniel in Our House

omg I'm excited, I have so much lore for them I haven't written into the fic yet! Our House is my Armand/Daniel human AU in case none of this makes sense 🫣🫣🫣

• Who is the most affectionate?

In public, it's Armand 100%. He does not know the meaning of the term 'boundaries.' From day one he was all up in Daniel's business, the most possessive and territorial body language you've ever seen -- almost like a guard dog with its owner. Arm around his waist or clinging to the crook of his elbow. Armand's always one 'overly flirtatious look from the cute college barista aimed at Daniel' away from baring his teeth and hissing.

In private, Armand doesn't feel the need to put on such a show and his clinginess manifests more as cuddling into Daniel's side and curling into his lap at any given opportunity. He spent most of his early life in an orphanage before The Bad Stuff™️, so he's been touch starved with only a couple exceptions over the years and he's making up for the lost time.

• Who initiates the handholding?

Armand prefers to hang on directly to a limb like it's an anchor, so it's actually Daniel that will attempt to initiate the handholding not only to give himself more freedom of motion (RIP) but also to remind Armand that he's aware of his needs and he's trying (and wants) to meet them.

• Who worries more for the other?

LOL. Daniel, bless him. Being married to Armand right now is fucking stressful. 🤧

• Who is more likely to ask for help?

Neither of them, things have to get pretty bad before they get there. They're both used to being independent and having to survive shitty environments with minimal support, so it's hard to recognize when it's time for 'Hey, I need help.'

That being said, Daniel was the one to enforce the condition that Armand begin therapy if they were going to move forward as a couple and he did do AA -- so I guess Daniel. His American mentality was much more open to it as well, versus Armand's Eastern European mindset. It took Armand a minute and it was essentially a gun-to-his-head type situation; he is rather fond of Dr. Lydia now though.

• Who is the one always losing the keys?

Daniel. He has about 20 different things to worry about on any given day, and keys are just not one of them. Thankfully Armand's OCD comes into effect here and he always has a spare and a spare-spare, as well as a spare-spare-spare that he's wedged under a loose brick by the window near the fire escape.

So best case scenario if Armand's not home, Daniel will ideally scale up five flights of the fire escape, retrieve the keys, then go back down and enter through the doors like a civilized person. In reality, he totally jiggles that window open with his pocket knife like a burglar. It upsets the cats; the neighbors are used to it, happens at least once every 2-3 months.

• Who leaves little love notes for the other?

Armand.

He's old-fashioned like that and slips a Post-It into Daniel's backpack with either some obscure darkly romantic line from a poem that's mildly unsettling, or something superficially innocent like 'I think I'm ovulating today... xxx A'.

Anyone accidentally glimpsing that on Daniel's desk when it tumbles out as he's rummaging between notebooks and his laptop wouldn't be too surprised, unless they knew Daniel was married to a man and if he wasn't presently blushing red like a tomato from his face to his shirt collar.

• Who can't sleep unless the other is there?

Armand, no one's shocked. He's an incredibly deep sleeper but he has the worst time actually falling asleep if Daniel isn't home (i.e., visiting his family). He usually ends up curled underneath a blanket on the couch with the TV on in the background, more passing in and out of consciousness due to exhaustion than really sleeping, with the cats on his chest and his belly.

Daniel noticed early on during their sleepovers that Armand tends to deep sleep in the fetal position with his arms curled against his chest as if he were holding something. Naturally, Daniel sort of awkwardly/very sweetly gifted him a little stuffed animal so Armand had something to hold when he's not around -- Armand has slept with it every night since. Daniel doesn't travel alone unless it's extenuating circumstances.

• Who is more likely to propose to the other?

Technically, Armand looked that man in the eye mid-fuck in the men's room with his back pressed up against the wall, knees to his shoulders, and announced in complete and utter seriousness within an entire month of dating: 'You're going to marry me.'

To which Daniel, twenty-four years old, in a state of perpetual horniess combined with a healthy smidgen of fear, responded: 'Yeah sure, baby... fuck... You close?'

• Who introduced the other to their family first?

Armand doesn't have any living family, so Daniel.

His parents were superficially nice until it became obvious Armand was fucking their son in a decidedly homoerotic fashion. Armand tries not to let on how much it hurts because he understands the fraught relationship Daniel has with his parents, but it cuts deep because he always hoped if he was fortunate enough to fall in love again, his partner's family would become his own.

He is close to Daniel's baby sister, Caroline. She's too young for Armand to really talk to her about much, but they do text often and she always looks forward to spending a week at 'Danny and Army's' in Brooklyn when Daniel flies her up during semester break to get her out of their parent's house.

• Who is more likely to play with the other's hair?

Daniel loves getting his hands tangled up in Armand's hair, especially when he lets it let long and unruly. Daniel's a fidgety guy when he's working through something in his head (a story, a crisis, why none of the movies Armand loves ever seem to make any sense), and twirling Armand's hair and boinging his curls is a fun tactile distraction.

• Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

They both do this. Armand tends to neglect himself when he's depressed and Daniel neglects himself when he's stressed. Armand's big thing is making sure Daniel eats 'like a person.' Daniel's big thing is making sure Armand does basic things like get out of bed, drink water, eat something, anything.

When things get bad, bad, but the show has to go on (i.e., Daniel can't quit his job and life to force-fed Armand a cracker and juice), they implement a simple 'you have to do X by 11am and text me you've completed X' system. It might not work for everyone, but it appeals to Armand's desire to please his husband and receive praise, and it's a small measure of accountability.

• Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

I think they're equally feral and protective when it comes down to it. Because he knows Armand's past, Daniel is already to go to bat at the slightest provocation.

Armand once took a bite out of a guy for calling Daniel a slur when they were out in public. Yes, Armand does have a somewhat impressive rap sheet.

• Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

Daniel can't keep a secret to save his life. As soon as Armand even raises an eyebrow at him, he's in stitches -- no poker face, zero composure.

Armand lives to plan surprise parties and the Big Romantic Gestures that take at least a month and a $1, 000 to pull off.

• Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

Daniel, and he takes it so seriously. Armand thinks it's childishly charmingly and it gives him butterflies when Daniel crushes his much smaller pinkie against his.

• Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

Armand -- he knows Daniel worries a lot between him and his family and all his editorial deadlines so when he passes out on the couch approximately 10 minutes after dinner, Armand carefully removes his glasses, kisses his forehead, and tucks him in with the rainbow afghan Daniel's granny knitted him decades ago and he's been lugging around ever since he left for college.

[edgessunflower]

Put it all behind me

Pairing: Maya Lambert x Fem reader

Description: You are attacked and Maya helps you through the trauma

Warning: Mention of possible sexual assault, physical assault, and blood

Maya was up late going through files when a loud knock almost like a bang hit her front door and echoed loudly making her jump before going to the door not expecting to find a bloodied handprint on the door and blood drops on the ground but she definitely wasn't expecting the person who was bleeding to be you as you looked at her shaking head to toe while crying. She looked at you wide eyed seeing your head busted open, your eye swollen and bleeding in the white of your eye, your finger badly cut, bruises and cuts along your body, your clothes half ripped off and your shirt completely gone leaving you in a torn tank top and your torn bra that barely covered your exposed chest as she gently pulled you inside and immediately led you to the bathroom where she turned the shower on letting you sit in the warm water while she got you spare clothes before slowly drying you off and tending to the cuts on your body stapling the cut on your head and putting bandages over them speaking softly as she helped you into the spare clothes she brought you then took you to her living room. You sat on the couch as she cooked in the kitchen before bringing you a bowl of rice and shrimp that you slowly ate on between sips of cold apple juice wrapped in a blanket while a random movie played on the TV mostly as soothing background noise while you began to open up and tell her what had happened while you were walking home from work since your car was currently being repaired due to a faulty engine but you weren't expecting to ever be followed and attacked plus nearly assaulted as well which pissed maya off knowing that not only had someone hurt you and scared you badly but that they had tried to rape you truly made anger churn within her wanting to protect you after hearing everything that had happened before you escaped and ran all the way to her place ten blocks away from where you were attacked holding you as you cried then fell asleep leading to the next morning at the police station holding your hand tightly as you made the report and told them everything that had happened but luckily it wasn't long until you stared at a line positively identifying all three of your attackers with maya holding your hand leading to you beginning the process of healing and maya was right by your side every step of the way.

[heich0e]

getting into a fight with roommate!makki over something petty and stupid and saying something unreasonably, unjustifiably harsh.

his eyes widen a bit in the wake of your words, and after a moment of tense silence he just shuffles off to his room without saying anything, leaving you to wallow in the living room. your stomach pangs, a deep dull ache, as his bedroom door clicks closed softly.

he tiptoes back in after the dust has settled a little bit.

"are you really that mad at me?" he asks as he leans against the doorway, not daring to get any closer to where you're curled up under three blankets on the couch.

"no," you murmur remorsefully, curling a little further into yourself, "i'm just... being a raging bitch because i'm on my period."

"oh," takahiro says, nodding a little in understanding, "word."

it's quiet for a moment as the bad reality TV show you're watching drones on in front of you.

"well... i'm going out," hiro says after lingering for a while, slipping away towards the door. you perk up just in time to see him slip out of view, and you debate calling out and asking him to stay. asking if he's upset with you. but you let him go.

your phone rings half an hour later.

a photo of you and hiro from the summer, issei sandwiched in between you, flashes on the screen. a happier, warmer time. you free your hands from your cocoon of solitude and reach for it on the sofa cushion beside you.

you hold the cellphone between your shoulder and your ear as you reach for the remote to mute the TV.

"hello?" you answer the call.

"are you like... eat something grumpy, or like burn something grumpy?"

an incredulous, bewildered laugh bubbles up from your aching stomach before you know it.

"what?" you ask, confused, smashing the mute button on the remote because it doesn't seem to want to cooperate. finally the sound cuts out from the television. "what do you mean?"

"i'm wondering if the ice cream i'm getting is enough, or if i should buy like a couple dozen eggs and some fireworks so you can blow them up," makki replies from the other line. you hear the steady beep...beep...beep of a checkout scanner at a convenience store in the background of the call.

you slump back against the sofa, slinging your arm over your eyes as you laugh.

"you're an idiot."

"and you're mean," he returns your insult. "a weaker man might have cried with some of that shit you pulled earlier."

you sigh, nuzzling your nose further into the crook of your arm.

"i said i was sorry," you mutter.

"you didn't actually, and i'm still out here buying snacks for you anyway," hiro responds with a chuckle. "you're lucky i grew up with two sisters and this is not my first time on the receiving end of a menstrual cycle induced rage."

you laugh too, all breath.

"sorry."

"apology accepted. so do I need those eggs or not?"

"no eggs," you reply decisively.

"roger that," hiro says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "i got vanilla and mint chocolate chip. that good?"

"that's great," you agree appreciatively. "can you get something salty too?"

"i'm not made of money, y'know," he quips, but you hear rustling that sounds suspiciously like a bag of chips on the other line.

"oh, really?" you muse, "this is news to me."

hiro snorts.

it's quiet for a second, and you hear the checkout beeping again but it's a bit more distant.

"...you need tampons or anything?" he asks, before mumbling a quiet 'shit why are there so many kinds?' under his breath

"i don't," you're quick to spare him. "but thanks... for thinking of me."

"yeah, yeah," makki brushes off your gratitude and clears his throat. "all in the name of feminism or whatever."

"you're an idiot. come home soon please."

hiro laughs. your stomach hurts a little less. "you got it, boss."

[rendevousz]

the favourite

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: you are the baby avenger and everyone is platonically whipped for you.

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: none, maybe just my inability to write good endings

word count: 3497

note: um second oneshot hope this one's good gaaah

"hey, doll. whatcha' reading?" you glanced up to see bucky, who then plopped down next to you on the couch in the common room. "it's called 'shadow and bone'. it's a novel that's turning into a netflix series in like a month," you smiled at the super soldier, lifting up your book a little to show him the cover. his eyebrows raised at the information, lips tugging into a knowing smirk.

"yes, bucky, i'll watch the series with you." you rolled your eyes playfully at him. ever since he officially became an avenger and moved into the tower with the rest of you, you've been helping him 'get with the times' —as sam likes to call it— just as you did steve a few years prior.

steve had told his best friend that you were the best at stuff like this. after all, you were the youngest avenger. and you had a lot of free time on your hands; having no school since you were pretty much the only one besides vision who could compete with tony's or bruce's intelligence.

so really, school wasn't mandatory for you according to tony. at least, after you had asked him if you could just not attend and he cracked ten seconds after you pulled the puppy dog eyes.

you also had significantly less trainings than the rest of the team. this one wasn't because you were an expert on the field or something —well, you were, but so were the rest of the team but they still had almost daily trainings while you had half the amount they did— this was because you had cap wrapped around your tiny little finger.

and as for the team, they couldn't even be mad about it because if they were in the captain's position, they would probably be the same. everyone just loved you too much.

"do you mind if i turned on the tv?" bucky asked, afraid that you wouldn't want background noise while you were reading but obviously you didn't mind so you shook your head as you continued to read. not long after, you closed your book with a bookmark between the pages you stopped at before shoving in into bucky's hands and running up into your room to quickly grab your blanket.

he watched you run out of the common room in confusion before chuckling when he saw you run back in looking tiny with a huge, fluffy blanket in your arms. you went back to your spot on the couch next to him, spreading the blanket over both your laps, bucky smiling fondly as he watched you fix it before turning to him. "comfy?" you asked and he nodded, giving you back your book as you cuddled up to him. he smiled down at you and wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against his chest.

"what's this? movie night without me?" you two looked up at the owner of the voice and saw sam walking in, making his way to the kitchen, probably to make himself some coffee. "what movie are you guys watching?" he asked, leaning against a pillar to look at the tv, trying to figure out what movie was playing.

"actually, only bucky's watching the movie—it's mean girls, by the way—and i'm just reading my book." you told sam without looking at him, lifting your book up high to show him before lowering it back down to continue reading it.

"barnes, what are you doing watching a movie while y/n is reading? she won't be able to focus with all that background noise, shut it off." sam told him off, now back in the kitchen to make his coffee. you shook your head at the man's antics. "sam, it's fine. i told him it was okay,"

"of course you did, you're too sweet to say no to anyone." he quipped back, now standing nearby, watching the tv too, seemingly interested in the movie playing. you only rolled your eyes playfully at him before going back to the book. after a few minutes of him just standing, bucky spoke up. "just sit down if you want to watch the whole movie, birdbrain."

and sit he did. on your other side, snuggling comfortably under your blanket after putting his now empty mug on the coffee table. this caused bucky to huff as he pulled the other end of the blanket which led to them having a tug-of-war over the blanket, you unfortunately stuck in the middle of it. deciding that it was too distracting to read while squished between two grown men who were also fighting for the blanket, you finally closed your book.

"sam, can you help me put this on the coffee table?" you handed sam your book and he immediately took it, stretching his body forward to place it on the coffee table. with the book out of the way, you could finally settle comfortably and the blanket was now shared between the three of you equally. not long after, your head was back against bucky's chest with his arm around you while your legs were over sam's lap under the blanket, one of his arms resting over it above the blanket. if it had been someone else doing that to sam, they probably would've had their legs chopped off already.

"movie night and you didn't invite me?" you chuckled at the question by the newcomer, tony, finding it funny how sam said almost the exact same prior to him. "you're welcome to join us, tony." you offered kindly, to which he replied with a small chuckle.

"i'm just kidding, cupcake. i came up for a drink and a little snack but that's it, i have stuff to finish down in the lab." you nodded understandingly, turning back to the screen in front of you.

"hey, stark, while you're there can you grab me a bottled water from the fridge?" bucky asked him. "oh yeah can you grab me chips from the snacks cabinet too?" sam added.

"you guys have legs for a reason, get them yourselves, i'm not your maid," tony sassed and you bit back a chuckle. bucky and sam then decided to rock-paper-scissors the situation to decide who had to get up and get the water and chips. bucky ended up losing and he begrudgingly got up and came back quickly with his water and sam's chips.

shortly afterwards, tony approached the three of you on the couch, with a juice box and a small bag of pretzels; your go-to movie snack. "here you go, cupcake." he handed them to you and you accepted them happily, beaming at him while he ruffled your hair.

bucky and sam shared a look of disbelief at tony's actions. "what gives, man? we asked for stuff and you didn't want to do it but y/n gets her stuff without even having to ask for it?" sam complained.

"that's because y/n's my baby. now shut up and let her watch the movie in peace." he scolds before leaving the common room, leaving the two men to huff in annoyance. it soon washed off though when you laughed out loud at a scene and they returned back to normal, loving the sound of your contagious laughter.

when the movie ended, it was already late and you had fallen asleep on an also asleep bucky. sam took a look at you and chuckled. he slowly removed the blanket from over himself and you, gently scooping you up into his arms and taking you back into your room, laying you down on your bed. he noticed the lack of blanket on your bed and remembered the blanket you brought down to the common room. he opened your closet for a spare blanket, retrieving it before covering you with it, tucking you in. "night, kiddo." he whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving the room.

-

next morning came and you groggily stretched, noticing that you were in your room. last you remembered was falling asleep mid movie. you deduced that it was most likely either bucky or sam who carried you back to bed. you went to your closet to grab work out clothes since you had training today, before realising what day today was. wanda's breakfast day. you quickly ran to the bathroom and got ready.

once you were done, you dried your hair and left your room, practically bouncing with excitement when you thought of what wanda probably made for breakfast. the week had been a bad breakfast week since everyone who had so far been tasked breakfast duty, sucked at cooking. the only good cook of the team was wanda, explaining your overexcitement.

before you could get far though, you slammed into a solid body, being caught by your wrists before you could fall. "be careful, lady y/n!" a deep voice spoke and you look up, a large smile on your face before you jumped happily, taking the man into a big hug. "thor! you're back!"

he laughed, returning the hug, you almost disappearing due to his big frame before you let go of each other. "where were you headed to so eagerly?"

"it's wanda's breakfast day, thor! i haven't had a decent breakfast all week because no one in this tower except wanda can cook to save their lives. come on, big guy!" you cheered, trying to get onto his back for him to give you a piggy back to the kitchen but he was too high for you to reach. he watched your attempt in amusement before bending down so you could get on his back. you gratefully got on, lightly patting his back and dramatically pointing ahead of you. "to the kitchen we go!"

when you two arrived in the kitchen, clint and wanda were talking as the latter made breakfast. thor's booming laughter echoed through the room as he zoomed with you on his back, laughing your heart out. "we have arrived to our destination, my lady." clint and wanda turned to you, adoring smiles on their faces when they heard you giggling uncontrollably.

"i thought you had more important things to do that you couldn't even walk 10 feet to grab me a spoon." clint raised his eyebrows at the demigod. "yes but y/n needed a ride so i provided her one." thor gave your hair a ruffle before he left the room, going to do what he initially left the kitchen for before you managed to get him to bring you back there.

"morning, kiddo." clint ruffled your hair right after you just fixed it, causing you to glare at him before fixing it again. "morning," you grumbled, sitting down next to him.

"morning, y/n!" wanda greeted, placing your plate of perfectly made blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries neatly placed on top, butter in the middle of it with maple syrup dripping down. your mouth watered. had it really been that long since you had a good breakfast or was it just because it was wanda's creation? or was it both? "here ya go, bubs. your favourite," she grinned at you, placing your glass of orange juice beside the plate.

"thanks, wands! i love you!" you thanked her, already beginning to dig into your breakfast.

"what the heck? you gave me burnt pancakes and didn't let me have extra blueberries because you said there already were some in the pancakes," clint whined to wanda from beside you, watching you eat happily.

"that's because the extra blueberries were for y/n, she loves them. and about the burnt pancakes...yea i just didn't want to give her burnt ones. look how happy she looks," the two turned to you, looking at your cheeks being filled up, making you look like an adorable squirrel.

"okay, fair point." clint slumped down on his chair, continuing to look at you fondly, like a proud father.

-

after breakfast, you made your way down to the training room where steve, nat and peter were training. when you entered, peter immediately noticed, waving and you from the treadmill with a huge smile on his face. nat, having just flipped steve over her her shoulders, smiled at you. "hey, bub." you smiled back at her and steve who struggled to give you a wave but did it anyways from his position.

"alright, y/n, you can warm up and run 2 miles first before we start." steve says once he had gotten up from his position on the ground. you mocked a salute before walking to the treadmills.

"what?! how is that fair? i'm running 5 miles!" peter exclaimed from beside you just as you started your run. "you're enhanced, peter. if anything, it's unfair for y/n/n. actually, that's right, it is unfair for her. y/n/n, you can go ahead and just do a mile."

peter's jaw dropped at this, his mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. "b–but.."

"get back to work, peter. once you're done, we'll start both your and y/n's training." the boy only huffed in annoyance, focusing back on his run while you smirked, internally cheering in victory.

-

"boy, that was tiring!" you dramatically plopped back onto the mat, limbs spread out as you tried to catch your breath. it had been a gruesome 3 hours of training and you were beat.

"y/n/n, get up. sam, bucky and clint's gotta train soon," nat tells you after steve and peter left and you were still sprawled out on the ground. "but i'm tired!" you whined childishly.

"y/n, if you don't get up, i'm gonna leave you here to be trampled on by the boys when they train." nat nagged, hands on her hips as she made a disapproving face at you.

"no you're not. you're gonna carry me to my room so i can shower and sleep soon." you tell her, eyes already closed as the fatigue washed over you. after a few seconds of silence, you heard her sigh out loud before you felt her crouching down beside you.

"get on my back in five seconds or i'll leave you." she threatened. you quickly opened your eyes, grabbing your small towel and water bottle before getting on nat's back. she mumbled something about you being lucky that she loves you or else she really was going to let sam, bucky and clint trample on you.

"what's wrong with her?" you could hear steve's concerned voice asking nat when you two reached—you assumed— the lobby. you were too tired to keep your eyes open so you left them closed while your arms were around nat's neck.

"nothing," you heard nat reply as she walked you both into the elevator. "kid's just too lazy to get up and walk on her own so she made me carry her." you internally rolled your eyes. she made it seem like she was forced to do it when everyone clearly knew she would do anything when it came to you.

you heard steve chuckle before nat started walking again, probably towards your room. you heard the door open and nat finally let you down, prompting you to open your eyes.

"do you want some food after you shower?" she questioned as you looked through your closet for comfy clothes to change to before ultimately deciding on cow print pyjama pants and an oversized tee you stole from steve.

"i'm good, nat, thanks. i just wanna take a nap." as if on cue, you yawned right after. "okay, bub. you'll have to get up later for dinner and movie night though, okay?" she reminded and left the room after you replied an 'okay' back.

-

when you were woken up a few hours later, it was by an annoying scream and a body bouncing on your bed. "y/n/n, wake up! it's dinner! mr stark ordered your favourite!"

you groaned, putting your pillow over your head to block out peter's annoying voice. "come on, y/n/n wake up! you haven't eaten since breakfast and it's movie night tonight!"

"okay, okay, i'm up. you can shut up now, pete." you grumbled crankily. it was quiet for a few seconds before peter yelled out once again. "wake u–"

he never got to finish though because you kicked him off the bed. "i said i'm up, dude." you then sat up, stretching before getting up to wash up, ignoring peter who was on the floor rubbing the side of his head which hit your lamp when he fell off your bed. he then got up, deciding to tidy your bed up a bit while he waited for you to finish washing up so that you two could go down together.

-

"is that my shirt?" was the first thing you heard when you walked in with peter. the team were all sitting, eating your food from your favourite place. "i uh, maybe?" you answered sheepishly, sitting down next to sam and peter settling down on your other side. "i've been looking for that shirt since forever."

"aw, let her have it, steve! she looks better in it than you do, she looks so adorable!" wanda screeched, absolutely adoring how tiny you looked in cap's enormous shirt. she continued to gush over you, even taking out her phone at one point to snap a picture of you. you chuckled at her antics, proceeding to eat your dinner while the team talked.

after dinner, everyone slowly made their way to the common room for team movie night. you guys collectively agreed to watch 'white chicks' after steve revealed that he hadn't watched it.

you sat down next to bruce, who gave you a tired smile when you smiled at him. he must've been working in the lab all day, you thought. halfway through the movie though, a bathroom break was called by tony. a few took the chance to get up and get snacks while you told bruce you were gonna sit closer to the tv since you couldn't hear properly with sam and bucky squabbling over every little thing they could. you could even hear them arguing in the kitchen at the moment over hot chocolate.

when tony came back, you told the two bickering children in the kitchen that you were starting the movie again. not long after you started, you could hear them still bickering, except now they were closer, probably back in their seats. poor bruce, you thought. you escaped the two but he was still stuck next to them.

meanwhile in the back, sam and bucky were still busy fighting over the hot chocolate. you paid them no mind as you focused on the movie, having not watched it in a hot minute.

"dude, i made this for myself! go make your own hot chocolate!" bucky whisper-yelled, moving his mug away from sam's reach when the latter tried to reach for it. "you took my snack now i'm gonna take your drink so it's fair!" sam countered.

before the two of them could stop it, the steaming hot chocolate spilt. not on the carpet, but onto the doctor whose patience had already been running thin with the two quarrelling next to him for the past hour.

his face slowly turned green, clearly a sign that he was fighting so that the other guy didn't come out. the team stared in horror, preparing for a fight to break out with the big green monster.

you, being the closest to the tv, didn't notice this all happening as you happily watched the movie that you couldn't hear properly for the past hour.

you laughed joyously when your favourite scene came on, trying to control your giggles that were starting to get louder and louder. bruce was currently hunched down, trying to even his breathing. but when he heard your laughter, he immediately looked up at you.

the team panicked, thinking that you could be a target for hulk since you just attracted attention to yourself. they were about to get up to protect you as they looked at bruce apprehensively, when the doctor smiled, the green on his neck slowly, but surely disappearing.

the team looked at each other in confusion and bruce smiled weakly at them. "sorry about that. i'm...i'm gonna move up and sit with y/n." he got up and made his way to you. you smiled when you saw him. "got tired of them too?" you joked and he nodded, making himself comfortable next to you.

you nodded and turned your attention back to the tv. it was clear you were oblivious to whatever just happened and the team couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. you really just unknowingly calmed down the hulk.

the team didn't know if you were aware of how much power you actually held over them. nevertheless, you were their little baby and they were willing to do anything for you.

[sunflowernoodles]

Sibling Bonding

Hey, so, this actually isn’t my first fic. :D I actually posted that Seroroki tickle fic a few days ago but thought it didn’t post when I indeed did post it. So in a moment of panic I made a completely new account. But nope, it posted, and people are enjoying it, I just have a brain too small to use Tumblr. But on with that, I hope you enjoy! 🌻 p.s my favorite thing to write is 100% Shoto fluff and I’m not ashamed.

Warnings: tickle fic

Lee- Todoroki

Lers- Natsuo and Fuyumi

~~

It was a Friday about as average for Shoto as it could be. Wake up, go to school, go back to the dorms. He had a date with Sero immediately after school but that was it.

Shoto sat in his dorm room, the now eventless Friday nearly boring him to death now that he really had nothing to do.

That was until he got a text message from his sister, Fuyumi. Shoto opened it, being surprised to hear from her at almost 9:00 PM.

‘Hello, Shoto! I know it’s short notice but Nat and I wanted to see if you’d like to stay over tonight. Dad is at of town so we could actually do something’

Shoto found himself smiling and being excited over the thought of getting to spend time with his siblings for once without interruption. He sent a text back faster than he ever had before, his excitement nowhere near properly conveyed in the small message.

Shoto quickly threw some pajamas and an outfit for tomorrow into a spare backpack. Along with normal hygiene things, like toothpaste and a toothbrush, shampoo, those kinds of things.

After getting permission from Aizawa to leave, he was on his way. He had never felt so happy to go home, or see his siblings for that matter. Theres always been a distance between him and his brother and sister. But he hoped to fill that gap tonight.

Fuyumi must have been watching from the window for him because the door opened before he even reached the front step. “Shoto! Hey, you made it!” Fuyumi greeted as her brother walked inside.

“Hello.” Shoto said in his usual monotone voice, but with a small smile nonetheless. The door was shut behind him and Shoto dropped his bag beside the couch. He looked around, the house felt different without Endeavor there, calmer, more relaxed.

Natsuo waved from the couch and Fuyumi grabbed one of his shoulders excitedly, “Alright, what should we do?”

They had all worked together to make a snack, talked for a little about school and Fuyumi’s teaching job and eventually settled on watching a movie.

Much to Shoto’s disliking, it was a horror movie, and he had agreed to watching it. He did fine out in the real world with real life villains. But horror movies? He hated the cheap thrill, jump scare crap.

Shoto was nestled between Natsuo and Fuyumi as he cowered under a blanket, his curiosity still keeping his eyes at the tv. He got scared of every little thing. The background music building for anticipation? Hide behind the blanket. Main character calling out into the dark? A barely audible, nervous whimper. Jump scare? Well he nearly fell out of his seat whenever there was one of those.

“Shoto, if you’re scared we can put something else on?” Fuyumi offered after the third time Shoto bumped one of them with his startled jumping.

“No! I- I’m not scared, I love this.” Shoto denied, a clear nervous shake in his voice. Fuyumi just smiled sympathetically, “We’ll keep it on. Only if you let us try something to help you if you keep getting scared.” She said, looking back at the tv. Shoto just nodded, suddenly shy and embarrassed.

Natsuo gave their sister a confused look, Fuyumi just winked at him and he caught on. He nodded with a smirk as he too turned back to the movie.

Shoto eventually forgot about the conversation as he was preoccupied with the movie. He began to cower under his blanket at another moment of anticipation building up. Natsuo and Fuyumi looked at each other, then just before the jump scare that they knew would happen, they both poked Shoto in his side.

“Hehehey!” Shoto giggled and twisted in his spot on the couch, not noticing he completely missed the jump scare. “You said we could help you!” Fuyumi explained excitedly as her and Natsuo kept poking their now very giggly little brother.

“I- I dihidn’t think you meheheant thihis.” Shoto giggled and put his head down to cover up his smile. “Oh, we did.” Natsuo said bluntly and wiggled his hand underneath Shoto’s arm, surprised by the small squeal he let out.

“Wow, I thought you’d be ticklish but we’re barely doing anything.” Natsuo pointed out, happy with the small blush that started spreading across Shoto’s face.

“Nohoho! Dohon’t sahay thahahat!” Shoto said as he giggled. Natsuo and Fuyumi smiled at each other, who knew their normally grumpy little brother could be so cute?

“Don’t say what? Tickle? Do you not like the word ‘tickle’ , Shoto?” Natsuo teased. Shoto shook his head quickly and sank into the back of the couch, “Nahahahahat!” His face was flushed a light pink.

“Oh, yup thats it” Natsuo nodded. “Shoto, you have such a nice smile! You should do it more often.” Fuyumi cooed, only succeeding in making Shoto more flustered.

“Well, this seems to be working in making sure you don’t get scared so.” Natsuo spoke, just wanting to point out his giggly brother. He and Fuyumi both gently grabbed either of Shoto’s wrists, surprised by just how easily they brought his arms up above his head.

Shoto’s giggles stayed the same as he got a break from the light tickles, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited about his siblings doing this. He wanted to be close with his siblings and recently learned that he very much craved affection. Shoto was receiving both of these so why fight it off?

Shoto sat there in giggly anticipation for a couple seconds until he felt gentle tracing and scratching down both of his arms that started at his wrists. “Nohohoho!” Shoto giggled, his legs gently kicking out in front of him, making no real struggle to get away.

Shoto sat there for a couple minutes, happily giggling as his siblings tickled him with the forgotten horror movie playing in the background.

Eventually though, Shoto did bring his arms down to hug his stomach and sides and his siblings took the hint that he was really done. Natsuo patted his back and Fuyumi ruffled his now already messy hair. “Feeling better? I think the movies over too so, nothing to get scared of” Natsuo spoke up as Shoto still recovered from his little giggle fit.

“Yehaha. I’m fihine, thank you both.” Shoto nodded, very grateful for his siblings. They both squished him into a hug and he didn’t complain, he just simply relaxed and sighed contentedly.

They all stayed in the little group hug as they watched different movies and tv shows until Shoto fell asleep, cuddled up in a blanket and with a small smile on his face.