#so everything up til now is only one enter

[altruistic-meme]

formatting is ALSO a pain in the ass btw.

the thing, guys, is it's not just going through the entire trilogy and highlighting every touch and it's not JUST flipping through the books and typing the text into my computer, but it's ALSO going through those notes again and counting each different type, and it's ALSO actually pulling my conclusions of everything together.

[temiizpalace]

☆┊DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND..

SUMMARY: little things he does that remind you you’re going to marry him someday.

CHARACTERS: all dorms (-ortho)

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

reader gender is not mentioned, reader is not mentioned to be yuu

MAKING YOU MEALS

he makes sure you eat RIGHT. no more skipping meals throughout the day on his watch. every lunch he’ll make you a cute little bento box so you don’t have to wait in line. and when i say cute, i mean cute. it doesn’t matter what gender you are your rice balls will have cat ears. dinner? come over to his dorm and he’ll make something for you. don’t feel like it? he’s going to your place and cooking there. breakfast? he makes something quick yet delicious for you. he’s like your own private chef, and you can only imagine what it’d be like to see a ring on his finger someday.

trey, ruggie, azul, jamil, lilia (good luck), silver

CLEANING YOUR ROOM (and everything else)

it doesn’t matter if your room is messy, tidy, or anything in between, every month he’ll make sure it is SPOTLESS. is there dust on your shelves? nuh uh. are there random stains on your floor that you thought were impossible to get out? he’s rushing to your rescue and somehow got the stain out. did you not want to go through your homework? everything is suddenly organized in its respective subject, going from A-Z. you’ve never seen your room so tidy before, it was like an epiphany. please just marry him on the spot, he’s begging.

riddle, deuce, jade, jamil, vil, sebek

LEAVING LITTLE POST-IT NOTES ON YOUR BELONGINGS

without fail, you’ll find a cute little sticky-note on your almost all of your belongings. sure, it gets annoying once in awhile, but reading the sweet message on it changes your mind almost instantly. “you’re going to do great today! stay strong. :)” “don’t forget to drink water! love you 🫶” “can we go out soon? my treat. text me when u see this!” it’s almost frightening to see how much yellow papers you keep inside your desk every time you opening it, but can anyone really blame you? you’re going to keep these til the day you die, and that grand total might be at the very least over 100,000.

ace, deuce, cater, jack, floyd, kalim, epel, rook

RANDOM GIFTS

expect to see a neatly wrapped gift on your doorstep almost every week. seriously. it’s like a delivery service except the company is literally your boyfriend. “dear, did you get me this?” you ask as you enter the room. he looks up from his phone as he looks at the expensive name brand sweatshirt in your hands. “yeah.” he answered so nonchalantly!! like sir!!! this sweater was 1000000 thaumarks!! what!! while you do appreciate the gesture, you feel bad he’s spending so much money on you. he doesn’t care though!! he’ll spoil you rotten til your very last breath.

leona, azul, floyd, kalim, vil, idia, malleus

PREPPING YOU SNACKS

depending on who this is, he may not be some gordon ramsay level chef, but he’s definitely more than happy to cut you a some apple slices while you study. sometimes he’ll come into your room with a backpack full of your favorite snacks just left at the side of your desk so you can reach down and grab the one you want to eat that day. sometimes all you need is an energy boost and he’s more than happy to make some coffee or tea for you if you’re busy. he’ll press a kiss or two on your forehead before placing the plate of beautifully cut fruit down and continuing on with his day and going back to his thoughts. now, what will the theme of your wedding be?

ace, deuce, trey, jade, jack, jamil, epel, malleus

A/N: notice how jamil and deuce are in almost every category. (sorry this one was kinda rushed 😭😭)

date published: 7/30/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

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tolerate it | ln

the one where your boyfriend doesn’t love you as you deserve.

lando norris x fem!reader

word count: ~1.1k

warnings: again if you know the song it doesn’t really need any warnings… lando is not the best of boyfriends, minor mentions of (implied) disordered eating and weight loss, does the end count as gaslighting?, angst, angst, angst & more angst

note: part 3 of this blurb series, not proofread!

you woke up in the middle of the night, the cold winter air enveloping your body and making you shiver. you turned around only to look at the silhoutte of your boyfriend under the dim moonlight that entered the room from the blinds.

you sighed as you pulled the covers up, covering yourself again and looking for some warmth within yourself, not wanting to disturb lando's sleep.

he looked peaceful, the constant furrow of his eyebrows had now disappeared as he snored softly, the sweet image almost making you smile.

but your heart ached instead, knowing that he had unwrapped his arms from your body the second your breath got a little slower and had shifted away from you on the mattress, trying not to wake you up.

you knew it had been like that for quite some time, the nights you used to hold onto each other until the sunrise now long gone.

as you lied there next to him, you felt him miles away from you, noticing how much your relationship had changed in the past months.

your long, cuddling nights filled with giggles had now turned into silent hours in which the only sound that could be heard was the boring movie playing in the background as each of you sat on one corner of the couch.

he never held your hand anymore, just when there were cameras around. the kisses he used to spread all over your face when he came back after a few long weeks away for racing now replaced by a forced smile and a dry kiss on your cheek, followed by a mumbled "i'm tired" as he disappeared into the room.

you weren't really sure what you were doing wrong anymore. why it felt like he didn't love you as he used to.

you were constantly trying to be the best for him, all the time.

you always next to him with the biggest smile on your face, dressed in your best clothes for every event you had to attend by his side.

and when he left for a few weeks, you were always waiting for him to come back, receiving him with a hero's welcome; you used to spend the previous day to his return cleaning the house til every corned glistened, baking his favorite goods and making sure he had everything he could ever need.

you used to throw yourself into his arms when the door opened. and back before everything went wrong, he used to giggle and spin you around, happy to have his girl in his arms again.

now, when he got home after being away, all you got were snarky comments about the dinner you had tried so hard to make to try and make him happy. but it never seemed enough for him.

too cold. too warm. too spicy. not spicy enough.

"cooking was never your strongest point," he used to sigh with a roll of his eyes, pushing the plate away from him.

and you tried to brush his words off with a chuckle. it was just an harmless joke, you told yourself every time.

then he would just get up from the table after a few more passive aggressive comments, to which all you could do was sit still and listen, trying to avoid picking a fight. and then he would lock himself in your shared room, claiming that he needed some alone time.

and every single time, you told yourself he was only tired and stressed as you distracted yourself from the aching pain in your heart with the dishes, spending more minutes than necessary with each of them.

you felt a tear running down your cheek as you lied on your back in bed and reminisced on how beautiful it used to be.

now you would barely talk when he was gone for weeks on the other side of the world; when, at the beginning of your relationship, he used to find five minutes to call in between all his duties.

while he kept going on with his life, you just sat there on your couch waiting for him to return. once, knowing that he would light up the room as soon as he stepped a foot back in your apartment. but you weren't really sure of what you were waiting for at this point.

you had made him your everything, and now you found yourself begging him for the tiniest bit of attention day after day.

you took a deep breath and got up from bed silently, leaving him on his own. walking into the bathroom, the bright light startled you for a second before you looked around you.

a shaky sigh left your lips as you took in your reflection in the mirror. you could barely recognize yourself anymore, your spark now completely gone now. you had been too focused on being perfect for him all those past months, you had stopped taking good care of yourself.

the purple circles around your eyes made you look tired. your skin looked paler than usual; you were carrying in your shoulders all the weight you had lost those past months. a tear rolled down your cheek as you realized.

the worst part of it all is he hadn't noticed; he didn't realize how you had lost yourself trying to make him happy again. he assumed you were fine.

and for a second, the thought of leaving him crossed your mind, breaking free from the walls that had been suffocating you for months. you could just put an end to your pain and set yourself free.

you took a deep breath and wiped your tears with the back of your hand, determined to pack your things while he was unknowingly asleep. you knew you deserved more than that, someone who wouldn't make you feel like a burden.

"what are you doing?" his voice interrupted you, making you freeze on the spot. he didn't sound mad at seeing you gather your things in a small bag, rather just tired.

"did i wake you up?" you whispered, looking at him through the mirror. he was leaning against the door frame, and with a shake of his head he approached you.

you tensed as lando's arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you from behind. he hid his head on the crook of your neck, curls tickling your skin softly as he nuzzled his nose down to your shoulder, where he pressed a tender kiss.

"why don't you come back to bed with me?" his voice was low, a little hoarse. lando’s hand slowly reached for yours and gently put down the bag you were still holding.

he knew what was on your mind, so his lips left a warm kiss on your cheek, silently trying to convince you to stay.

and the sudden surge of affection made you second guess yourself, letting him guide you back to the warmth of your shared bed. maybe you had read it all wrong, perhaps it was all in your head.

[thevoidstaredback]

How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

Danny didn't know how he was doing it, but all the acting classes he never took were really paying off!

'Fake 'til you make it and hope you don't get caught' is a great motto to live by and he is prepared to defend this hill with what's left of his living life.

By some miracle, Alfred hadn't kicked him from the haunt, instead giving him all the same permissions Dick, Barbra, and Tim have! He was warned about going to the Bat Cave for any reason, though. Not like Danny had any plans to enter Bruce Wayne's haunt. No thank you.

Speaking of Mister Wayne, Danny was so ready to be away from him. Just knowing they're in the same building was setting him off!

Bruce Wayne, on TV and in the eye of the public, was a man grieving his lost son. He's a playboy and a philanthropist who couldn't tell you left from right, but he's also Gotham's White Knight; her prince. A family man who's lost yet another of his family and doing his best to move past it.

In private, at least as far as Danny could tell, Bruce Wayne is a pessimist and a narcissist. He's a man desperate for a family, but unwilling to let anyone close, pushing everyone away and keeping them no closer than arm's length. He's stuck in the past, unable to move past mourning his parents and now his son. He is much more Batman than Bruce Wayne and it's only a matter of time before the two worlds collide disastrously.

Danny wouldn't know, but he can make a pretty educated guess on the matter.

Throughout the entire dinner, Danny had been observing everyone. He analyzed how they interacted, how they held themselves, how they ate, and how they reacted to his and Mister Wayne's conversation.

His main focus is Dick. Dick will always be his top priority, but Tim had quickly been added to the list. Barbra wasn't nearly as high on his list of people to take care of, but he was going to offer his help should she ever need it.

Especially because she snuck a nervous glance at Miaster Wayne when he mentioned Oracle.

He hadn't intended to stay the night in Gotham, but he wasn't going to turn away the opportunity, especially because Alfred was very insistent that Danny and Dick stay. And Tim and Barbra asking them on patrol? They both had pretty good puppy eyes, but Danny wasn't the one who made the mistake of looking at them.

Regardless, Nightwing being in Gotham for the night presented the Bludhaven Goons the perfect opportunity to commit crimes unpunished for the night. It wouldn't take long for the news to get out. Danny had fully planned on Phantom being there, flying over to work in Bludhaven before returning at his normal time, but Tim and Barbra convincing him to be on comms presented a bit of a hiccup in his plans.

Dick finding out about Phantom was inevitable. In fact, he didn't plan on hiding Phantom, but the times where Dick or Nightwing were awake never matched up when Phantom was out.

Okay, so maybe he was hiding a little bit.

Tim and Barbra finding out, on the other hand, was a bit of a problem.

Phantom was a hero in Amity Park, Illinois for only a little while before disappearing. He wasn't hugely known outside of the town or ghost hunters, not doing anything to warrant attention from the Big Leagues. (Nothing they knew of, anyway) It was unlikely that anyone outside of the niche group even knew his name, let alone what he looked like or how he worked.

Still. Tim figured out Nightwing's and Batman's identities, probably Batgirl's, too. And Batman is notoriously known for his paranoia and for somehow knowing everything and having a way to counteract it.

Mister Wayne is already looking into Danny, likely having already stumbled across the Missing Person report that wouldn't have gone through, ending up at a dead end. He'd easily put Danny and Phantom together as related somehow, if not being the same person.

Tim, similar to Mister Wayne, needs to know everything. The difference is that Tim's need to know is obviously a trauma response. Something that Danny would like to help him with, but that's beside the current point. It'll take maybe five minutes for Tim to find out everything he can about Phantom and Danny, especially now that he knows that Danny used to be a vigilante.

Sure, Danny could try and hide Phantom from them, but being on comms with them for the night would alert them to even the smallest fight. He's not a loud person, much preferring espionage and stealth over physical altercations, no matter how much his track record disagreed.

So, he's now presented with a choice. Introduce them to Phantom despite telling them that he was done being a hero, or leave Bludhaven to the mercy of her underworld for the night.

He was never quite able to leave stuff alone.

Sam had called him a tutelar.

Whatever that means.

Why couldn't these decisions be easier? Can't he ever have a Cinderella option? Why can't he ever just not decide?

Part 14 Part 16

[claraswritings]

chef luca x reader, where they met at Ever the resteraunt during training and they are having sex for the first time once they finally start dating

Omg yes, I love this idea 🥰🤤.

Warning: pure smut, Reader is smaller than Luca (but he’s like 6’2” so that’s most people), Luca is very attentive and caring, no real reader description, Luca’s big (it’s me writing him so of course he is), no mention of protection, Luca uses lots of pet names (darling, my love, babe), cute little confession at the end.

With Luca it was so easy

Any other guy you’d dated it had felt like a chore to go out with them, you’d twist yourself inside out over the idea of meeting them, dread of having to fake laugh at their jokes, worry that they’d talk you through their ‘alpha-male’ podcast and then walk home at a half jog in the hope they wouldn’t invite themselves in.

But with Luca? It just made sense. You’d met at Ever and as soon as you’d seen him your stomach had flipped. You’d expected him to be cocky, arrogant and a workaholic. He was gorgeous and talented how could he not be… but as you’d became friends you’d realised he was kind, generous, funny and sweet. Then he’d asked you out.

(Accidentally, you joked- he’d suggested that you go to a food market in the city to try a little of everything for research-although he insisted it was on purpose).

You’d never looked back after your first date. He’d been a total gentleman. He’d always walk you to your train station and kiss you goodbye, he’d bring you in cakes he’d made to sample, but he was also spontaneously romantic and he’d squeeze your hips in the kitchen as he went behind you or dip kiss you when you were alone.

He was just perfect.

****

The dress you’d worn was discarded somewhere in the corner of the room as he’d had it unzipped and pushed down as soon as you’d both entered his flat.

You’d stepped out of it, too lost in trying to unbutton his shirt to remember exactly where it was. He pulled off his shirt and scooped you up high with one strong muscular arm with ease, lifting you til you were closer. His lips found yours, meeting them in a soft, open mouthed kiss.

Your legs wrapped around his middle and you pressed kisses to him urgently, one hand around a toned bicep and the other cupping his face as he held you close.

Luca walked around the room, lost in your kisses until he met the bed and carefully laid you down, showering you with kisses across your skin. He lay between your parted legs as you made out slowly.

“Luca…” you muttered. “Please….”

“You sure about this?” Luca whispered as his lips brushed the hollow of your throat. voice was lower than you’d heard it before and it made the heat pool between your legs.

“Yes,” you nodded distracted as he kissed across your clavicles and gently unclipped your bra without removing his lips from your skin. The straps slid down your shoulders and he carefully removed them and dropped it somewhere off the side of the bed before moving back to graze his lips down the hollow of your neck.

His hands came to your breasts, squeezing softly before he took your nipple in his mouth, sucking and grazing the hardened peak. The elicit moans he pulled from you only encouraged him, and he moved across to your other breast, drawing more incredible sounds from you.

Luca drew back only for a few moments to kiss your lips before he was back kissing your breasts again and teasing lower and lower until he gently reached the line of your underwear. He kissed along the curve of your hip and down your thighs.

Can I take them off?” Luca murmured, his breath hot against your now damp thigh. If he moved his head slightly, his mouth would be ghosting over your folds, through the underwear.

You nodded “Yes, Luca, yes, please…please take them off.”

His hands went to your hips and gently pulled down your underwear.

“Lu-,”

You wouldn’t have time to even be self conscious. You were cut off as he pressed his mouth against your folds, his tongue parting you and lips pressing into you as he lapped up the wetness soaking from you, desperately.

The gasp that came out of your mouth was sudden.

“Fuck Luca…” your hand carded in his soft wavy hair as his tongue worked against your core, making his mouth with you as he delved into you.

You arched back as he moved to circle your clit with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard and slowly before picking up the pace.

Had it ever felt this good? You’d had a few boyfriends before and some that you’d even loved but even with them it didn’t feel like this. Luca continued lapping his tongue in a stripe from your core to your clit, circling it, as he pressed two fingers in and out of you.

“You taste amazing” Luca groaned into you and the vibrations caused you to whimper as he moved his fingers faster in and out of you before delving back in, his mouth working you, his tongue unrelenting until you arched up climaxing against his lips. “God I could stay here all day”

“Oh fuck Luca” you whimpered as he emerged from between your legs “that was incredible”

Luca came back up and started kissing you almost instantly. Open mouthed and gentle.

“You did so good for me babe” he said into your mouth and you whined again. How was he this perfect.

His mouth met yours again and you made out, with Luca grinding his hard cock against you, only his boxers between you.

“Luca…” you gasped into his mouth “Luca please”

Your hands broke away from his hair and fell to his hips, pushing down his underwear, releasing his length. You gave him a few pumps with your hand and your mouth fell open as you pulled back to see him fully. You’d felt him half hard before when you’d made out but seeing him ready for you, leaking from his tip was another thing all together

Luca was big to say the least, thick, and you couldn’t tell but you’d guess around eight inches.

“Fuck Luca…” you said and not for the first time that night. “You’re…wow.”

He smiled knowingly. “We can go slow my love”

As you nodded, he carefully leant his hand down and gently spread you, coaxing you open with the tip as he pressed into you a little.

“This okay?” He asked carefully, cautiously not wanting to move further inside you until he was sure. His hand squeezed your hip reassuring you and you nodded, giving him permission to push further inside, letting out a stifled groan as you did.

“Don’t hold back, darling, I want to know if you feel good, I need to know I’m not hurting you”

You smiled and gave him another nod.

“Your words, love.” He said, leaning forward and slipping more of his length into you, stretching you out in a way that felt like he was made for you and you for him.

“Yes…You feel so good Luca, please fuck me baby.”

Your enthusiastic words was all he needed. With a slow and deliberate movement, he pushed even more into you and gasped out at the sudden tightness of you enveloping him and of the elicit moan you let you.

Luca leant in and cupped the back of your head, leaning in and pulling you in for a kiss, giving you a moment before he started to make thrusts in and out of you, pulling almost all the way back before snapping into you with his hips.

His hands found yours and lifted. You wrapped your legs tight around his waist, locking your ankles at the base of his spine to keep him close to you.

“Fuck darling you’re…wow”

He was gorgeous but now, with his soft dark blonde waves tousled, perfect lips slightly open and blue-green eyes locked onto yours, tattooed hand holding your hips steady, perfectly toned arms flexing, you swore to yourself you’d made him up.

“God Luca, yes please, please please please” you were begging at this point and you didn’t care “Don’t stop”

He picked up the pace, holding your hips in a way that would definitely bruise as he thrust in and out of you, as you rolled yourself against him faster.

“God baby girl, you’re amazing, so perfect…keep looking at me that’s it.”

As your eyes met his, you felt your core clamp around him, soaking him even more than you thought possible and you could feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Where do you want…” he trailed off “I’m close darling”

“Inside me Luca, finish inside”

“God, fuck babe” Luca gave a few more thrusts as you seized around him, arching back and grinding out your own climax. It was enough to tip him over and with a moan of his own, he pulled back into you and released deep into your core, before kissing you as the last of his orgasm washed over him.

“Wow you’re…” he carded a hand through your hair as he pulled out of you, the groan you made low. “You’re incredible”

Luca planted another few kisses.

“I’ll be right back darling, I’m going to get you a warm cloth and some of my clothes to sleep in and then I’m going to cuddle you”

God he could not be real

***

If it was anyone else, you’d have felt a little exposed and uncomfortable but with Luca, he was so tender and gentle with the warm cloth that it made your heart swell and true to his word he’d brought you a pair of his own flannel pyjama pants and even brought you tea.

“Here” he said gently. “Lift” He edged them up over your legs and hips and then kissed the spot they rested on the middle of your stomach.

Your heart completely melted. “You’re annoyingly perfect, you know” you giggled as he slipped back into bed with you.

“Perfects a stretch, I’m just treating my girl how she deserves”

He pulled the covers up to cover your exposed breasts and stomach and tucked himself behind you “Youre sweet, you’re adorable, you’re funny, you’re kind, you’re six foot two!”

At that Luca laughed but you weren’t done “you make me tea after getting me off multiple times, you remember my favourite pastries, you do after care, you’re a giver… you have a huge…”

“Darling!” Luca cut you off laughing, although you wouldn’t see his blush and then kissed your neck.“you’re pretty perfect yourself…”

“Maybe we’re perfect together” you hummed as he wrapped an arm around you. You could feel his smile against your skin and loved it.

“Definitely.” He put kisses along your shoulder. “I love you.” Luca said. There was no way he couldn’t not tell you not after that not after how…he couldn’t help it.

After a moment you spoke

“Luca?” You said with a smile, getting a muffled ‘yes my love?’ in response.

“I love you too”

[wisteriaiswriting]

Mercs as Parents Headcanons

Words: 2379

Jeremy either takes after his mother and is the absolute top tier caretaker, or just like Spy and can’t do shit for you.

He doesn’t even realize how many skills he has picked up from his Ma growing up.

Will spoil you with everything he can get his hands on. (Tries his best to make sure you don’t grow up similarly to how he did.)

Every chance he gets he’ll bring you along to meet his Ma and brothers, so your Grandma and uncles, alongside any cousins that come along.

Really enjoys going on morning jogs with you, but if that isn’t your thing he’ll play some baseball with you.

***

If he was being honest, cooking wasn’t one of his favourite activities. But if and whenever you asked he never minded, actually excited to do this for you. Reminding him of his Ma, which led him to messaging her for recipes to use in the future, helping him for today's breakfast.

Looking many times at the pancake recipe sent over from her, they were basic buttermilk but there were plenty of toppings stashed away. He managed to get a decent pile finished before another merc entered the kitchen, not needing to turn to know who it was.

“THERE'S THE SMELL OF A CLASSIC AMERICAN BREAKFAST!”

“Yeah, yeah, there ya go pal.”

Reaching over to the plate to grab the top pancakes, ignoring the heat to throw them right at Soldier. Who caught them, cramming the first one into his mouth while tearing the other one apart to give to his raccoons. When it was finished the group of them rushed out, leaving Scout and you together again.

Within minutes the rest of the batter was cooked, the stack of pancakes were separated onto two plates. Sliding them across the table, meaning you had to grab both so they wouldn’t go sliding off. While he dug through the pantry, grabbing any types of syrups and toppings he could find.

Walking back over to you and letting everything drop onto the table, sitting down himself before reaching for the sugar.

“Eat up, don’t want any of ‘em going to waste. Ma would’a whooped any of us kids for wastin’ that!”

Guess you’re American now. Solly will not listen, and doesn’t really care what you say about it.

Keep him away from the kitchen, he cannot make the simplest of meals that are not MRE’s.

Just because he gave you the title of Sergeant doesn’t mean he’ll go easy on you in training, if anything he has you train harder.

Is very quick to get you ‘matching’ uniforms. (He claims it’s a Sergeant’s uniform but there’s really no difference.)

Will gladly get you your own raccoon. (Likely you’ll have to name it as he’ll give it the dumbest and most American name.)

***

The lot of you had just finished eatting dinner, allowing everyone to go off and do whatever they wanted. Which meant Soldier had gone somewhere doing something, either way at the moment you didn’t care what he was doing.

Until a loud, constant knocking started on your door, continuing ‘til you opened the door, finding the very man standing there all proud. In his, now scratched up and bleeding arms was a very unhappy raccoon. It was throwing itself around, screaming or whatever noise raccoons made.

Lieutenant Bites scampered around his feet, screeching back at the one in his arms before rushing into your room.

“SERGEANT, MEET THE NEWEST RECRUIT, UH… What's your name?”

His shouting quieted down for a few seconds to ask it, not that it’ll actually answer him. Only letting go when he noticed something in its mouth, holding it closer to find a finger. Confused until you shouted at him.

“SOLLY, IT BIT OFF YOUR FINGER!”

“OH!”

Not caring as the raccoon ran off into your room as well, rushing to grab the finger and bring him all the way to Medic.

No one is really sure who is caring for who at this point, and you don’t think the two of you know either.

They’re constantly dedicating and giving you drawings and plushies whenever you need them or even just when they feel like it.

Very often visits Engineer about anything and everything really, not that he ever minds the company. (Engineer feels like a very proud grandpa everytime Pyro comes by.)

It’s much easier and better if Pyro doesn’t cook, although they can make any easy to eat / make meals, so you won't ever starve.

If anyone ever tries to mess with you, they’ll have to go through Pyro first.

***

Pyro wanted to colour with someone, and with Engineer busy they wandered around to find you. Their first stop was your room, but with no luck finding you they walked around until they reached the living area. About to launch themselves over when they noticed how you were sitting, hunched over with your head dropped into your hands.

A few seconds passed before they moved again, rushing out of the room all the way back to their own. Grabbing one of their many plushies before returning, slowly approaching you. The familiar sight of Pyro didn’t phase you, nor did them sitting next to you.

What did surprise you was a plushie pushed into your arms.

The soft animal shouldn’t have brought you to tears but it did, wrapping your arms around it while holding it closer to you. Pyro had already placed their colouring book and supplies down, quickly wrapping their arms around you to pull you closer. You felt the cold material of their mask gently sit on your head as a faint, muffled hum could be heard.

He knows he isn’t the ��parently’ type of man, it definitely didn’t help that everyone else said the same thing.

If you don’t like him drinking he’ll try to slow down, he really does and means well, but considering him and his body it’s quite hard to do.

Whether you ask him or not, at some point he’ll start going on about anything that comes to his mind, which can range from simple Scottish myths and legends to past situations he’s been in.

Is quite reluctant to let you meet his mother at all. (Even if she bullies him, she knows him well. Realizing how much he cares for you, so she cuts you some slack, not Demo though.)

He doesn’t care one bit about where you’re from or what language you speak, he will teach you some Scottish slang, and even some of the language itself.

***

You weren’t sure if the timing of your death was good or not, but either way it meant you didn’t have to walk all the way back to base. Able to have all your weapons and other accessories put away before any of the others returned, expecting Scout to come rushing through the door.

Finding out why when the door opened, seeing Demo slumped on his shoulder, arm thrown aross Scout. Eagerly chatting away while the younger merc barely spoke back, until he saw you.

“Y/N, back already?”

At your name Demo stood on his own, only for a few seconds though, collapsing onto you while using his empty hand to ruffle your hair.

“Y/N, laddie! Did I ever finish tellin’ ye about the…” Taking a quick drink of his scrumpy, “The selkie I ran into, a bit ago?”

Out of all the mercs he actually knows the most due to caring for his sisters.

There are times he will baby you, so you’ll need to let him know when it’s going too far so he backs off.

Most nights, if not all, are spent with him reading you books and reciting russian legends. (If you don’t understand Russian, he’ll spend time trying to translate them for you.)

If he ever finds out you aren’t eating properly he’ll spend hours cooking meals for you everyday if needed. (Proudly makes his mother’s recipes.)

He’s another person who keeps a close eye on your during battles, and tries to keep you near him and Medic.

***

The room was filled with the smell of cooked meat and vegetables, you sat at the dining table while Heavy stood in the kitchen. Soon a bowl was placed infront of you before he walked away again, it was a clear liquid with chopped up meat,

“That is Ukha, soup with fish.” Looking up at him, still waiting for the oven to finish. “This is Shashlik,” When it finally did finish he pulled the tray out, dumping the meat onto two plates. “Meat served on sticks.”

“They’re not on sticks though?”

Laughing at your words, placing the full plates on the table before opening a box next to him, pulling out said sticks.

“Here, sent all the way from Siberia.” Taking the plates to stab multiple bits of meat onto them, sliding the finished meal over to you when he was done. “As I work, eat, you need to grow stronger.”

Dell is probably the best parental figure out of the nine of them.

He gives you all the petnames he can think of. (Alongside Pyro, who has become your new sibling.)

Allows you two to sit and spend time in his workshop while he’s working, but gave you special permission to stay in there without him. (Which is a huge privilege only given to one other person.)

He puts anything of yours at the top of his priority list.

Tries to keep a close eye on you during any fights, if possible he keeps you close to him or his sentry.

Lil extra here - He has given you and Pyro kinda matching petnames. You’re ‘Sugar’ while Pyro is ‘Honey.’

***

Dell was busy working on his next project, which neither you or Pyro currently cared about. Both of you were focused on your drawing, spending nearly half an hour switching colours, even starting over once before finally finishing.

Clapping their hands after standing up, you added your final details as Pyro caught Dell’s attention.

“What’s up Honey?” Pointing back to you as you walked over, holding the paper behind your back. “Sugar?”

Swiftly placing it into his hands, unable to see much of his reaction has his goggles covered his eyes. Soon after he pulled them off, letting you both see his teary eyes.

“Aren’t you two sweet as pie…” All three of you knew how sweet you were, considering your petnames. “C’mere…”

Welcoming you both over into his embrace, carefully placing the drawing safely behind him on his desk.

Special dove privileges, you swear he might also be one with the amount of time he spends cooing over you.

He takes extra care during your surgeries, promising not to mess with anything he doesn’t need to.

Speaking of surgeries, if you ever feel like assisting him in any he will gladly welcome you. (The others are kinda scared though.)

You and Heavy are at the top of his priority list, on and off the battlefield.

He is a massive hypocrite, because if you dare mess one meal he will be on your ass about it.

***

While he was focused on some work, Archimedes had managed to slip out of the infirmary. Not realizing until hours later, when calling out didn’t reveal the bird he rushed around trying to find her.

Eventually he realized she must’ve left the room so he had to go searching, and luckily he didn’t need to search for long. Turning a corner and nearly running into you,

“Ah, Y/N, zere is a small problem…”

“Missing Archimedes?” Holding out your arms as you spoke, “Cause she came looking for me.”

He paused for a few seconds, taking in the sight.

“Aren’t you two just adorable!”

It is petnames galore! At first he might seem embarrassed but quickly embraces them. (Main ones are Roo, Joey, Chick and just adding lil onto them.)

He actually had good (adoptive) parents, so he knows how to do most things.

Doesn’t mean to, but he’s a slight helicopter parent. Keeps you in his scope and all around view.

Will give you a key and free access to his camper van.

***

This man is another massive hypocrite, he makes sure you’re getting enough sleep, eating well and staying healthy. (If you bother him back enough, he will do the same alongside you.)

It wasn’t new to not see Sniper having meals with the team, opting to spend that time in his camper. So he normally came by before it started, but today he was a bit behind. Walking into the room towards the counter, grabbing his plate before making his way back out.

Walking behind you, lightly patting your head.

“Come on, Roo.”

He didn’t wait for you, walking out as you scrambled to grab everything. Finding him standing at the main door to go outside, continuing when you reached him. The walk to his camper was quick but it was a comfortable silence.

Which was cut short when you both got comfortable inside, filling the air with laughter and conversation.

You should feel lucky that Scout isn’t aware of the relation between him and Spy, otherwise there would be a real one sided competition.

Please give him a break, he’s old and is nowhere near good at parental things.

Constantly leaving you all types of gifts in your room whenever you either mention wanting something, or he thinks you might enjoy it.

Gives you every petname he can think of (English and French), and at this point you think he might’ve forgotten your name.

He definitely tries to teach you french, praising you if you pick it up quickly while holding conversations.

***

“Qu'est-ce que j'ai dit sur le fait de surveiller ses arrières?”

"Qu'il faut toujours être sur ses gardes..."

Spy was cut off by the sound of the door opening, looking over to find Scout standing in the doorway. He was clearly unprepared to find Spy in here, willingly talking to you much less.

“What's uh, going on here?”

"Nous pouvons dire qui est le meilleur enfant."

It took you a minute to realize what he was saying, and with a smug look from him it clicked. Sending you into a full blown laughter, while Scout was confused.

“What’s wrong with you two?”

***

"What did I say about watching your back?"

"You always have to be on your guard..."

"We can tell who the best child is."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Would you be willing please to write a Miguel x shy Reader where Miguel is madly in love with her even tho they’re already dating together. They have a infant son together who’s a mommy boy who has his dad Miguel powers (Spider-Man; across the spiderverse) ♥️💙

When Miguel awoke to an empty bed, his mind was a mess as it rushes to the worse case scenarios as he pushes the sheets away from him in what he believed was a race against time as he was quick to his feet and out the door. The first place that Miguel checked was yours and his son’s -Gabriel- room and thankfully enough and to his relief, there you were, holding a babbling Gabriel in your arms as you smiled down at him.

‘You sure are talkative this morning aren’t you, little bug?’ You cooed as Gabriel looked up at you with a wide smile that revealed a set of tiny fangs, something that he inherited from Miguel, ‘ooh look who has fangs like his father.’ Your son giggled as you tickled his stomach gingerly as you rained down a chorus of ‘you do, oh yes you do’ onto him whilst smothering your baby boy in a face full of kisses; completely unaware of the hulking figure of your boyfriend in the doorway who was watching you both with awe and adoration as you Miguel couldn’t help but let out a deep breath knowing that you were safe and sound but more importantly still with him.

After everything that happened with Gabriella, Miguel honestly didn’t think he’d ever get a second chance to be happy and live the family experience but after mourning the loss of a life that was never truly his to experience, you came into his life where he was in a desperate need for that human connection. You were -and still are- as shy as shy could be, you couldn’t keep eye contact with him and even when you did they would divert back down to your fiddling hands; a habit you developed when needed to find a outlet for your brimming emotions.

Nothing much happened at first considering how hard he tried in pushing you away by being a dickhead with short conversations and uncomfortable silences but after a particularly harrowing experience, Miguel had soon grown attached to your side, acting as your shadow with how he often stood behind you; intimidating the ever loving shit out of someone who couldn’t tell that you were becoming uncomfortable in their presence but became too fearful to vocalise your discomfort. He grew protective of your quite, almost introverted nature as it became something he wanted to defend til his last breath because what you had was a precious thing that not many could claim to have.

So it was no surprise that Miguel would sooner or later fall -if not more-in love with you then he already had, which came as a great shock to you when this brooding male started speaking to you softly, holding infinite patience when you were too shy and or overwhelmed to do something, even going so far as to help you find methods he thought might relieve you of said stressors. Miguel was sweet, kind, compassionate and overall the perfect gentleman to you then he was to most and you couldn’t help but feel cherished in knowing that you were probably one of the very few that got to see that side of the stoic badass; one thing lead to another and baby Gabriel had entered your lives, but that only enhanced the love Miguel had for you for blessing him with a second chance of being a father.

Having done enough reminiscing as to how he got to where he was right now, Miguel entered the room to stand behind you like he always did, hand placed on your waist as his heart melted with the way Gabriel’s eyes caught him and how his smile only seemed to grow wider as the baby attempts to tell you by outstretching his chubby hand.

‘He’s so much like you Miguel.’ You tell him as you moved in his arm to hand Gabriel over to his father so you could watch as your boyfriend lowered his face, just enough to press his forehead against his son’s while his minuscule hands patted his face; making Miguel chuckle softly. ‘He certainly does but I think he takes more after you.’ Miguel says, pressing a kiss to Gabriel’s head before looking over at you as you rest your head against his chest, closing your eyes briefly before opening them again to look at him.

‘You’re an amazing father Miguel,’ you started, pressing a kiss to where your head was prior on his chest, ‘me and Gabriel couldn’t ask for anyone better.’ Miguel couldn’t help but press a kiss to your lips, feeling them smile against his own made him smile as a result. ‘You deserve as much of the praise as I do,’ he says once he pulls away but stays close enough to press his forehead against your own, ‘for without you, I would’ve probably became vengeful, spiteful and above all, alone.’

Miguel tightened his hold on your waist, subconsciously bringing you closer to him as he passed Gabriel back to you so he could use his free hand to stroke his chubby cheek; his heart melting upon seeing his son lean into his touch as he fell back to sleep within the warmth of his parents. ‘I love you both so much.’ He whispered, becoming a little emotional as he watched over his little family with pride. ‘And we love you too Miguel.’ You assured him as you looked at your son that you brought into this life with your amazing boyfriend. ‘No matter what happens we will always love you.’ You added on as you and Miguel continued to watch over your slumbering son, ruminating in your shared love for one another.

[tonyboneysblog]

HII Im the anon that requested the touya fic you can just call me the 🍊 anon if thats fine with you because ill probably be back a lot more 😭 your fics are SOO good can i request another touya fic, basically the same as last time what it was like being childhood friends with him? Ty!! 😁😁

SECRET SPOT: oneshot request!

parings: Touya Todoroki x reader

wordcount: 1.4K

notes: actually took forever because I forgot what kids do in their free time

warnings: none

summary: you find a cool spot you’d like to show Touya, shenanigans ensue.

You feel your lungs by start to burn as your run as quick as you can towards to best friends house.

You knock almost violently on the door when Rei Todoroki opens it.

“Miss L/N? Is everything okay?” She says with a worried tone.

You nod your head quickly before you say breathlessly, “I-i have something super cool to show Touya!”

Rei chuckles nervously at your excitement, “he’s in his room, I remember correctly.”

You mutter a quick thank you before booking it towards Touya’s room, only to find it empty.

Now you weren’t too concerned by the fact Touya wasn’t in his room like he was supposed to be, if he wasn’t holed up in his room then he’d be holed up at Sekoto peak over using his quirk in the name of ‘training’.

You shrug before making your way back to the front door, you weren’t planning on telling Rei that her son was up at the peak, he made you promise not to anyway.

Sekoto peak wasn’t the farthest away from the Todoroki household but by the time you got there at the summit you could feel your legs aching.

Now all that was left was to walk up it…

You could make out flashes of red as you hiked up the trail, few sparks of blue which was curious since Touya’s was red?

No point on dwelling on it.

You yell out his name, scaring him before running up to him excitedly.

“Y/N- you scared the hell out of me-“ he blabbers out.

You try to make your voice serious as you speak, “Touya- you absolutely need to follow me now, we’re going on adventure.”

Touya scoffs softly, “adventure? What are you- twelve?”

You stare at Touya after he choices his words, quietly as the seconds tick by.

He clears his throat, “ahem- sorry uhm, where are you trying to take me?” His voice is steady unlike yours, “can’t tell, it’s a surprise.”

“Then scram, I’m training right now Y/N.” He starts to walk off over to his little training corner with the log before you grab his wrist.

“Please Touya?” You beg with a pout on your face.

Touya try’s to tug his wrist away, “Nope, I don’t know what I’m getting myself into.” You groan before pulling him back, “Touya- don’t be a brat I’m trying to show you something cool!” You continue to plead.

“You trying to fight me now? I’ll win.” He says almost threateningly.

you tug again, “you built like a prepubescent chicken- look Touya please just do this for me?”

You and Touya enter an unspoken eye staring contest, Touya loses by looking away nervously and you could almost feel his skin heating up.

“Fine, take me to your stupid spot.” He says lowly, but it doesn’t have any venom behind it.

You celebrate silently in your head before dragging him down the mountain, then towards the woods near your own home.

Touya’s brows furrow, “are you planning on murdering me or something?” his voice could be described as a fake out between ‘I’m so scared!’ And pure sarcasm.

You shrug, “keep up the attitude and I just might.”

He laughs at that one.

You climb over smaller bushes and duck under branches before entering a thicker part of the woods, you got lost in it one time and your parents had called every emergency number they knew.

Touya still dogs on you for it til this day.

Whilst trekking throughout the woods your legs decided to make home with a near by rose bush that hooked into your skin painfully.

You yelp before trying to ease the small thorns out of your poor calf but Touya decides to help out for once.

“Don’t move.” His voice was stern when he said it but his face was filled with worry practically.

He grabs you calf then the vine and pulls the two apart gently, only to leave a small stinging sensation in the wounded area.

“Be glad it’s not bleeding.” He hops over the vines to join you, you kinda hopped his leg would get stuck too for karma but you’ll get revenge soon.

Revenge for everything you’ve done to get him to this cool spot, made your legs sore, made them injured- what’s next? A broken arm?!

You continue to walk throughout the forest, the ground below you getting wetter with each step. Then you could finally hear the faint noise of water rushing.

You walked out nearer towards it before hitting a drop off but luckily you had already scooped out the terrain. There was and edge that you could scoot by on if you held on good and if you fell you- probably- wouldn’t die!

Before you could get to it Touya grabs your hand, “that isn’t safe, find another way.” his brows furrow.

“This is the only way that I know, hold on and you’ll be fine-“ “Y/N I don’t want you getting hurt.” He cuts you off before you can rationalize with him.

“Touya I’ve done this before, I’m not gonna fall.” You smile while you say this but then Touya made it fade quickly with his next words.

“I’ve seen Bridge to Terabithia, don’t play with me Y/N.” His tone is serious but it almost sounds like he’s messing with you.

You mumble out a small fine then Touya smiles like he won, you don’t like that cockiness.

So you quickly run back and scoot the wall almost expertly, pieces of rock falling down below as you move.

Touya calls for your name but by the time you respond d your already on the other side, “see- I told you I’d be fine!” You smile cheekily.

Touya visibly relaxs before his face goes mean again, “you could’ve fallen.”

“Yet I didn’t?”

“I’ll push you down myself.”

You scoff, “thought you didn’t want me getting hurt?”

Touya groans as you start to skip off towards the rushing water, it’s a nice little spot but it has logs all around it like some parkour obby.

Touya watches as you walk over towards one, it’s over a larger area of water- hell it evens look deep.

“Touya, be careful here since it’s slippery.” you sound sweeter than usual, Touya notes.

Touya cautious steps onto the log with the water calmly drifting beneath him, truly it wasn’t hard to balance on it.

You step behind him following close, then you wind your arms back and push him into the water with all your strength. He hits the water with a loud splash, it only takes him a few seconds to resurface.

“Y/N- are you fucking crazy!?” He yells out, you could barely hear him from your own cackling.

You don’t even notice when he grabs your own ankle to drag you down with him.

You yelp before hitting the water, whilst falling you accidentally hit your back against the log.

When you plop back up from the water, coughing violently. You can hear Touya laughing at you, you splash water at him before he could continue.

“Psh- don’t be angry that I got you back!” He yells, his voice sounds light.

Like he’s having fun.

You and Touya continue to have a splashing fight before you raise your hands up, “okay- we’re still not there yet-“ he splashes you again.

“Touya!” He stops for a moment, listening to you.

“It’s a little up ahead, follow me.” You trek through the water, making your way past floating branches or jagged rocks.

Touya could faintly hear water falling, then he felt the water become much more shallow.

The two of you continued to walk throughout the shallow water before it starts to rush before your feet, once Touya look up the first thing he sees is a miniature waterfall.

You turn back to look at him, “isn’t it amazing Touya?” Your smile is bright.

He can’t help it when his faces starts to match yours, you just have that affect on him.

He watches you run up to the falls, collecting rocks or whatever you do.

He can’t help but think how glad he was that he stopped training, even for a moment.

He felt good, his heart felt warm.

you just have that affect on him.

EXTRA:

“Touya- why in the world are you soaking wet?!” Rei practically screams.

Touya stumbles over his words for a moment before speaking, “uhm- next question?”

“Were you out training again?!” Rei says her voice going softer.

“Uhm….next question?” Touya says whilst looking down.

He’s never going on adventure with you again.

[nosyp]

Dreamweaver

Warnings = none really

Pairing = Hypnos x reader

Summary = You are studying for exams until you finally get up and go out. During your journey outside, you suddenly pass out and wake up back at your apartment. This time seeing a strange man in your kitchen. Who was he?

Word count = 866 words

What time was it? Who knows…

You’ve been up for the past few hours cramming for exams. This shit sucks. The world was full with much better, more extraordinary stuff. Spending the most active years of life doing algebra or learning about how Isaac Newton discovered gravity sucked. You didn’t want to spend all this time just to be stuck in a corporate 5 to 9 job. We’ve all been brainwashed into believing that school was important. What were we even put on this Earth for? To study all the random shit that someone might’ve made up from a textbook. 

Without any more thought, you stood up and went out to explore. Winter break was coming soon and all you’d need to do was finish up your exams. You could care less about the upcoming exams, for now you just wanted to focus on the beauties of life. You put on your winter coat and walked through the threshold of your door. 

The town was small, it was a short walk from your college. The professors there were nice enough but the lessons weren’t. You couldn’t hate the teacher, you could only hate the subjects. Why’d you even choose Computer Science? Everyone told you not to. So why did you? Was it just your rebellious nature or intrusive thoughts?

Sighing, you took out a cigar from the pocket of your jacket and lit it up. Smoking was one of the only ways for you to escape the unforgiving nature of your life. Ever since you entered college, everything in your life collapsed. You lost all your friends, barely contacted relatives, barely joined any social events. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’ve had a good time. 

There was around 4 hours before your next exam. No matter how many hours you studied, the anxious feeling never left. 

The clock was ticking and time was flying by. You had spent the last 2 hours wandering around the town. You don’t even know where you are right now. All you could see is a neighbourhood in the distance. You slowly walked towards it, you had nothing to lose after all. 

The closer you got to the group of houses, the more eerie it felt. The silence was oppressive and the air felt thick, thick with underlying secrets. Did anyone even live here? Thought flew inside your mind the further you went on.

The more time you spent in the neighbourhood, the more dizzy you felt. The ache in your head never seized as you ventured further. Your body weakened and weakened… til you finally met the ground.

—

Beep beep beep!

The loud, fast ringing of your alarm woke you up. Your body felt heavy and so was your mind. It felt like an invisible weight was placed onto you. Your hands reached for the alarm clock and turned it off. 

You got up to take your daily cup of coffee. Only to find a random person in your kitchen. He had wings growing from the back of his head. Your breath hitched as you held onto the wall for support. The weight was too much to bear, despite you not knowing what it was from.

Your eyes squinted to try and get a clue of who the mysterious individual in your kitchen was. Then, he slowly moved his body to face me. The more he turned, the more visible his face became. His features were mesmerizing. Though he hadn’t fully turned, his face resembled those of a model. Everything from the top of his head down to his chin was perfect. It’s like he was carefully handcrafted by God. His beauty was unreal.

The more you watched him, the more real he felt. You blinked. Once. Twice. The figure didn’t disappear. Instead he stayed exactly where he was.

Then the world around you shattered. Your surroundings turned black and all there was in the void was you and the other individual. He stared into your soul with a blank gaze.

He slowly walked towards you. Stepping on an invisible ground that you couldn’t see. His steps were slow. They felt calculated, although it probably wasn’t. You only watched as he gradually made his way towards you. 

“Mortal. You haven’t been sleeping well have you?” he asked.

“H-huh..?” you only muttered. His presence felt unreal. From the way he addressed you to the way he moved only added to his inhumane presence. 

He gently grabbed hold of your face and pulled your face to make you face him. The space between you became closer and closer… until his lips finally met yours. Your eyes widened in shock as the movement finally registered in your head. Despite not having met this man in your life, you returned the kiss. He was so gentle with his touch. How could you reject him?

Finally, he let go and stepped away from you.

“I would like to stay here longer but it seems my duties cannot wait. Forgive me human. But we will meet each other soon, I will make sure of that,” he stated firmly before dissipating into thin air. 

You could only stay in shock as you watched him disappear.

[esmedelacroix]

13 days til' Christmas

christmas party with exhusband!toji fushiguro ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

cw: very suggestive(got carried away/honestly its smutty idk what's wrong with me), shower sex, unprotected p in v, angsty

a/n: y'all im so sorry this was supposed to be a fluffy little christmas post i swear. I also hate this and will probably rewrite though.

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Christmas was just around the corner. It was supposed to be a time of meeting family, gift-giving, and togetherness. Instead, you were stuck going through paperwork. Divorce paperwork.

You and your husband had agreed to divorce three months ago but the media still wouldn't know about it until you finished the last of the legal work.

You didn't know why but you couldn’t bring yourself to sign the final paper. It was so stupid that you were the one that suggested divorce and you couldn’t even stand to sign your own papers.

Toji probably already signed his and your lawyer(and his) were nagging the two of you about the papers.

It didn't help that you and Toji were in the same line of work. On top of that, you were both acting in the same romantic comedy show as love interests. The cherry on top was that the two of you got an invite to a Christmas party. It was only the most lavish Christmas party in all of Hollywood.

The two of you decided to go together because you were added to the guest list far before you divorced. It would be your last date. The two of you would have to make a huge effort to not argue in the middle of the party.

Your thoughts were beginning to tire you so you took one last look at the papers, unsigned again, like every other night for the past three months. You sighed as you picked up the book you had started when you and Toji were still sharing the bed you were now sitting in alone.

He had taken the liberty to move out a month after the divorce, leaving you your estate. You were in this big ass house with no one to share it with.

It was still the same house. The only difference was that Toji was gone and you were tucked into his side of the bed. It wasn't because you missed him or anything you were just there because you missed his scent and his warmth. But you didn't miss him, you were happy he was gone. Right? This is everything you wanted. Right?

You weren't wearing one of the button-ups that he had left on accident because you missed him. It just conveniently fits as a comfy oversized shirt for you.

You most certainly were not playing the old jazz songs that he liked to play when he forced you to slow dance with him because you missed him. You just never liked to admit to him that you kind of liked the songs that he played to his face.

As you slept, thoughts of him consumed, and for the first time you wondered, was this all a big mistake?

. . .

Weeks flew by as you found new crazy ways to keep your mind busy while your heart got heavier. As soon as you knew it, the day of the Christmas party arrived and you could finally call him without needing a stupid excuse.

You heard the line ring hoping and praying that he would answer so that you could hear his voice again after weeks of being starved of that beautiful sound.

"Hello?" he answered.

You sighed in relief as the vibrations of his voice entered your ears like water in a land of drought.

"Hey Toji, how much time do I have to get ready?" you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

He took some time to answer but soon replied, "I'll be there in three hours,"

"Okay, I'll be ready by then," you replied as you fiddled with the necklace that he gifted you for your first Christmas together as a married couple.

. . .

"I don't know what to get you, I know you'll like anything I give you but I want it to mean something," he said after asking you for the millionth time what you wanted for Christmas.

"I already told you I wouldn't be so upset if my gift was you[oiled up on the bed with whipped cream and fruit roll-ups in hand]," you replied.

"Please just give me one item to give you and I'll leave you alone,” he pleaded.

You took some time to think before saying, "Get me a necklace, any necklace and I promise you I'll wear it every single day, even if for some crazy reason were not together,"

"We’ll never not be together, I'll never let you go,” he promised.

. . .

"Alright I'll see you then," he said.

I miss you...

"Okay, bye-bye,"

I miss you more...

Just like that, you went back to feeling like you were living in a world with no sound worth hearing.

You got up from your bed to get ready. You wanted to blow him away, you took a steamy everything shower, and did a face mask, and applied some light makeup.

You scavenged through your closet looking for the perfect dress to wear. Then you realized, you didn't have to wear a dress. You decided to wear a festive red suit with nothing under the vest. You were displaying a mouth-watering plunging cleavage. Not many people had seen your sternum tattoo but you didn't care to hide it.

You finished off the outfit with a killer pair of Louboutins. Everything that you were wearing were things that he had bought you thinking you would look good in them.

The only issue is that you were too scared to wear them because of your image. You let the increased amount of fame you were receiving get to your head. Maybe that was part of the reason why the arguments started.

You slicked your hair back and kept it down. It was a new look for you but it was a vibe you wanted to experiment with. It was so you. You were hidden behind bright pastels and fairy-like dresses all the time, it would be your first red carpet dressed in clothes you liked.

You were lost in the moment of getting ready with music blasting and putting your earrings on you didn't hear the front door open or the footsteps up the stairs.

You fidgeted with the necklace as you admired yourself in the mirror. You never embraced the more sensual side of yourself until now. It was weird but it felt right.

Even so, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Were you showing too much skin? Did you just look like a little kid playing dress-up?

"You look incredible," Toji assured as if he could read your every thought, He admired you through the mirror with a small smile on his face.

Your body jumped at the sudden intrusion. "Oh I didn't realize you were there," you said, crossing your arms feeling almost naked in front of him.

He walked up to you and uncrossed your arms placing his hands on your shoulders afterwards. He eyed you from your hair to your face down to your cleavage. His eyes stayed there for a while. She’s still wearing it. He thought to himself looking at the necklace he gifted you.

"You look perfect baby," he said and for a moment everything felt right. It felt like you weren't divorced. It felt like you were a married couple in love again.

You hugged him burying your face in his chest. "Thank you," you mumbled. You thought you would have the self-control to hold back but you didn't. Being in his arms was addictive and his scent intoxicating.

You quickly scurried away to get your clutch and the two of you went down into the car. He opened the door for you as always and he gave you aux as usual. It was like nothing had changed at all. You weren't married on paper but the two of you didn't act like it at all. It was as if you never got divorced. Kind of.

The two of you drove to his new house where the limo was waiting. There was a red carpet for this holiday party. The two of you were in the middle of a long line of limousines. You could see the celebrities on the red carpet taking photos together.

As you got closer and closer to the entrance of the event, you started to bounce your leg. Your nerves were starting to get to you and you began overthinking about what everyone else would think of you.

Just then you felt a large warm hand on your thigh. You looked down to see Toji's hand. He gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. You looked up at him, he was looking away but you appreciated the gesture. You could almost sense the shy smile and the blush that were most likely gracing his face.

If just for a moment you could just pretend that August never happened. Like you never got into that one argument that unpacked too many emotions at once. If you could pretend that everything was okay and normal, you would rest your head heavy with your thoughts, on his broad shoulder.

And so you did. You held on to his muscular arm and snuggled into his side. You could feel yourself calm down in his presence alone. He took your hand in his and looked down at you admiring your beauty. The time felt right, his perfume filled your head and the clicks of cameras started to die down. "I've missed you Toji, every single day that we were apart, I've missed you," you revealed. To him and to yourself you admitted that you missed him and regret consumed you whole.

Toji turned to you, shock painted across his face. He crouched his head down so she could look into your eyes. "I've missed you t-," Toji started before their limousine door opened suddenly.

The world around the two of you began to fill with the clicks of cameras and the chatter of reporters and celebrities. You flashed Toji a nervous look and he gave your hand a squeeze before stepping out of the limousine before you and helping you out.

Gasps followed with your stunning entrance. Your look was unique to what the media was used to seeing you. It was also far fetched from the image that your entertainment company wanted you to maintain.

Toji kept your hand in his the entire time. His touch comforted you. You felt confident enough to pose with him and by your lonesome. You looked over at Toji who was already watching you after you were done posing.

The two of you waved to the press and entered the venue. "You looked amazing out there," Toji said, looking away from you with a light blush adorning his cheeks.

"Thank you, you didn't look too shabby yourself," you quipped.

He chuckled and shook his head at you. Everything felt right. You weren't alone anymore.

. . .

Dinner went on without a hitch. You and Toji allowed yourselves to have fun and let loose. After the party, you and Toji got into the limo and you told the driver your address.

You and Toji sat in the car in a comfortable silence recharging your social batteries. The two of you were holding hands, you were snuggled into his side taking in his scent. He was running his hands through your hair. The ride was far too short, and as soon as you knew it, you had arrived at your house. But you would have to leave home behind in that limo.

"Look, I know our situation but, do you want to come in tonight? Just for today please I don't want to be alone tonight," you practically begged.

"Sure, okay," he agreed as he looked you in the eyes sympathetically.

The two of you thanked and tipped your driver before entering the house together. Toji led you up to your room and ran to the shower telling you that you could join him if you wanted. You waited and thought for a while before getting up and deciding to take him up on his offer.

You stripped completely naked before entering the bathroom. You could only make out his figure through the steamy glass of the shower. You opened the shower door and joined him.

The two of you were completely silent helping get each other's backs and helping with shampoo. It felt just like the times before except there was this lingering feeling of tension and uneasiness you just wanted to shake off.

You hugged Toji from behind. Your naked body against his, water trickling down both of you. He turned around, running his hand through your hair and raking it away from your face. Staring into your eyes longingly before crashing his lips against yours.

Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Were you scared? in pain? No. You were sorry. So so sorry. In between heated wet kisses, all you could get out was apology after apology.

. . .

"I don't know Baby, I just feel like you aren't very authentic, like you're acting like someone different, even around me now," Toji said.

"Well, the company said that it would be best if I acted this way, they said I would be taken more seriously," you explained.

"Baby, you’re going to lose yourself in this role, because you're just acting, this isn't you," he said.

"How do you know if it's me or not? Maybe this how I act, how do you know?" you asked.

"How do I know? I’m your husband. I am your husband," he said sternly.

. . .

You hadn't even realized that you were crying. It all looked like water anyway.

Toji's hand traveled from the sides of your face all the way down to your waist pulling you into him. You could feel his hot length twitch and harden against your thigh.

You moaned into the kiss thrusting your hips against his, your body seemed to have a mind of its own.

. . .

"I don't understand why you're acting like this. It feels like I don't know you and I'd like my wife back," Toji said as he entered the break room.

You had acted like an airheaded bimbo during the interview because your management told you that it would clean up your image.

"Well maybe you really don't know me," you rebutted.

"Why would you want to act stupid for approval from the internet instead of wanting to be recognized as one of the few outspoken actresses out there," he retorted.

. . .

Toji left hot kisses on your jawline that translated to hickeys on your neck. As he kissed down to your cleavage he kissed the pendant of the necklace that he gifted you that you still wore all the time.

You moaned his name loudly in pleasure, crying tears of regret, sadness, and euphoric joy.

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

so very sorry

. . .

"Don't you like me more now?! Why don't you like me more now?" you questioned after Toji refused to have sex with you unless you stopped this act.

Everything was different kissing you felt different, sex you felt different. It felt wrong because he felt like he was cheating on you with a completely different woman.

"Are we even married anymore? Do you even want to be married anymore?" you questioned.

"Babe, honestly I don't even know anymore,”

"I want a divorce. Let's get a divorce. Now," you said, waiting for him to fight with you, to fight for you to say anything.

He simply shook his head raising his hands in defeat before burying his head in them. That night he left and the only times you saw him again were for legal issues.

. . .

Your back was flush against the glass wall of the shower. Your legs were dangling in the air as Toji thrust into you holding your legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

Your fingers were clawing at his back as his length almost split you in half.

You forget what it felt like to be so full. "Missed this pussy, missed it so much," Toji mumbled with his head buried in the crook of your neck as he tried with all his might not to go ahead and just explode inside of you.

You were milking him, unable to stop your walls from clamping down on his cock. You were uncontrollably creaming on his cock making a mess of him and his thighs.

"Ahn, I'm so close, I'm close Daddy can I please cum?" you asked, barely making sense.

"Yeah, c'mon baby show me how good I make you feel," he urged.

You needed no other words you immediately started squirting as Toji fucked you through your high chasing his own.

You felt his hot cum shoot up into you as his tip kissed your cervix. You never felt so full until then. You let out one last apology before leaning against his chest.

"All is forgiven baby, I'm just happy to have my wife back," Toji admitted.

"I've missed you like a fish stranded on the surface missed the feeling of water pumping through its gills. You're a daily need and I've been so deprived of you for so long," Toji said as he helped you shower again after making a mess of you.

It would've been my greatest regret to let you go...

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Happy Birthday, C.C!

(And a happy belated Valentine's day. One holiday is a bit more important to me than the other. Gotta celebrate my favorite incubus's day or he may cut me. Reader is brief mentioned to be wearing lingerie, but there really isn't anything that suggestive in this fic- Enjoy!)

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When asked what he wanted for his birthday, C.C gave the same answer nearly every year.

"Why would I want anything when I already have everything I need?.... A new pair of shoes would be nice, but I'm really not that picky about what I get."

A successful career, the funds to purchase whatever trivial possession he desired. If he hadn't found fame and fortune early on in his life on earth, C.C would have been more than happy to mooch off of the desperate, lonely humans who'd do give him just about anything for a crumble of his attention. A short while ago, the only presents that mattered were what he received from the select few in his family he deemed worth the title, but something that has changed recently - another person entering his life who he puts on the same pedestal as the blood he holds dear if not higher.

If there was one thing C.C didn't want for his birthday - it was waking up in an empty bed all by himself.

Reaching an arm over your side of the bed, the drowsy demon is rudely dragged from his sleep as he finds no one there next to him. It's funny to think that a year prior he would have had no problem with this. Now, his heart sinks every time there's no one at his side. You're cruel for making him so dependent on you like this - and not being beside him on his big day.

C.C grumbles something under his breath - stumbling out of bed, making a grab for his phone on the nightstand as he exits the room. The second he turns it on, he's bombarded with hundreds of birthday wishes from friends and fans across several social media accounts. C.C swipes them all away, only bother to read any of the notifications in case he misses a message from you saying you're out. Why you'd leave without him is beyond him, but it was the best his groggy mind could come up with. Turning the corner that leads to the living room, a sea of curses sound from the kitchen muffled by running water.

"Shit, shit, shit- Fuck, why won't it come off?!"

C.C would recognize that voice anywhere. He scurries into the kitchen - biting back a laugh at your unfortunate state of appearance. There you stood over the sink, frantically scrubbing at your palms with a sponge. It was all over your hands, the robe you wore, even your face - pink stains that stubbornly refused to come out no matter how hard you tried. On the counter behind you was a bowl filled with a pinkish mixture - a bottle of red food dye still mixing its top and covered in red fingerprints seating beside it. C.C creeps over while you're distracted and sticks his fingers in the batter.

It's pancake mix.

"Mmm... I think all that dye is supposed to be in the bowl, babe."

Startled by the voice behind you, the sponge hits the bottom of the sink with a wet splat as you look behind you - hands quick at fixing your robes over scantily dressed body. "C.C? You're awake?! You're usually not up til noon - I thought I had more time.... Happy Birthday!"

The more attempt to hide it, the more C.C notices parts of your skimpy attire beneath the robe he had got you on your own special day. C.C loved to see you in his favorite color, but the bright pink fabric lessened the nearly see through aspect of your underwear and top in this lighting. The stockings you wore made up for it well enough - another accessories he loved to see on you that he made sure to voice many times before.

C.C gathers some of the paper towels on the counter. "Well I see you were at least trying to make breakfast - or get readying for Halloween a few months in advance. Sexy vampire is always a nice look."

"The seal just wouldn't come off and when it finally did it spilled all over me... I'm sorry for messing breakfast."

"Hush." C.C pulls you in close, wetness bleeding through his shirt as he embraces you, but he doesn't seem to mind. "We still have everything we need. I'll help you finish up and then we can take a shower together and spend the day in bed. You didn't put that outfit on just for show, did you?~"

"No, it was actually meant to be your Valentine's gift but.... I still haven't gotten your birthday present yet. I was going to take you to the mall and let you decide since there's so many things you like..."

C.C holds you tighter - grinning from ear to ear as he looks over your shoulder at all you've done for him. 'Don't worry.... I have everything I want right here."

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Crush ❝part two❞

♡ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: While Natasha wants to keep teasing you, she finds you in a vulnerable position and wants to take care of you.

♡ Warnings: mentions of violence, injury to reader, FLUFF, light angst, slight sexual tension

Things had been slightly awkward and tense since the almost kiss between you and Natasha.

Your stomach was constantly fluttering with excitement and nerves when Natasha would enter a room now. You wondered how she was able to make you a melting mess without even touching you.

You always admired Natasha, she was an inspiration to you. She had played a huge part in why you ever wanted to become an agent.

She was an amazing friend, always so kind and funny, always lighting up the room. You would have never thought that the day would come that you have feelings for her.

It was hardly an act that confessed one’s feelings, but her touch and demeanor from that day was addictive. She had done close to nothing but an innocent touch on your thigh and you were itching for more.

You remember overhearing Bruce talking with Steve one day, ‘Oh Natasha… She likes to flirt’

The idea that Natasha was only just flirting with you, had your stomach in knots. You had already imagined you and her together, and you liked it… And that scared you.

Natasha on the other hand knew exactly what she was doing. She knew it was mean to play with you like that, but she couldn’t help it. She thought you were so adorable, looking so lost and clueless trying to figure out her mind games. You had her wrapped around your tiny little finger, but she wanted to play around for a little longer.

Except sometimes things change.

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You had just gotten back from a rough mission, feeling drained and just overall exhausted. Your team had misjudged the number of enemies, being outnumbered. Your team however was one of the best, and were able to take down all enemies without a man down on your team. Although you and your team had taken quite a beating, you having taken the worst out of everyone.

It wasn’t anything serious, just some bruising here and there, but what had you grimacing was the cut running across your left breast. It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, but it was deep enough to hurt, the sensitivity of the spot not helping.

Making your way to your room, you wanted to hop in the shower, scrub the blood and dirt off you. But as you plopped your bags down, and sat on the edge of the bed, your legs gave out. Your body was running out of fumes to keep you moving, even sitting up was a chore.

Frustrated with yourself, your nose burned and tears gathered in your eyes. You felt pathetic, not being able to take care of yourself. You knew you were emotional from holding everything in all the time, never giving yourself a moment to rest, but it didn’t stop you from putting yourself down. You were better than this, and right now you were disappointed in yourself.

A knock on the door startled you, breaking you from your self-deprecating thoughts. Taking a deep breath, you tried to clear your head.

“FRIDAY who’s at the door?” You questioned to the air.

“Natasha Romanoff, Miss (L/n). Would you like me to alert her of your current distress levels?” FRIDAY asked, causing you to shake your head.

“Uh, no. You can let her in.” You confirmed, wiping your face dry of any evidence that you were upset.

The door opened slowly, Natasha peeking her head in. She was smirking entering the room, but her features flickered at your dull form. She didn’t want to pity you, knowing how hard you were on yourself. So she tried to play it off causal, not wanting to upset you. But her instinct was telling her to wrap you in her arms and kiss every bruise and scrap til you fell asleep.

“Hi love, how was the mission?” She asked, pulling out your desk chair to plop down on.

Your heart fluttered at the pet name. Although you felt in between with the name, you wanted her to continue calling you it, but you didn’t want her to if she was just flirting, and messing with you. Not when you wanted something real, when you wanted her.

“It was pretty intense, but nobody’s dead so ice cream for everyone!” You tried to make her laugh, but you felt like she could see through you.

I mean she probably could… She was Thee Black Widow.

“You seem tired.” She assumed, tilting her head, her eyes flooding with concern.

“I’m pretty exhausted, was gonna take a shower then head to bed. Sorry, don’t think I’ll be able to sit through a movie tonight.” You told her, wincing when the cut on your breast throbbed, and you held yourself back from reaching a hand up to grasp it.

Natasha saw your hand twitch, watching your face scrunch up just slightly in pain. She was worried now, trying her best not to show it, but she knew you were stubborn enough to hide an injury.

“Okay, I guess I’ll head to bed and see you tomorrow. Goodnight (Y/n).” She teased, standing up and heading to your door.

You panicked, knowing you couldn’t stand up. You suddenly felt very vulnerable, and felt the need to be protected. Without thinking you called out to her to stop.

“Nat wait!” You swallowed, “Can you… Um…”

Natasha softened her gaze, waiting patiently for you to finish.

“Yes?” She trailed off, walking back to your form on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t wanna be alone right now, and I uh… I can’t walk too well… My legs are sore— fuck this is embarrassing.” You mumbled at the end, feeling pathetic.

“Of course I’ll help you, stop that.” She told you, scolding you like a kid.

“Stop what?”

“Thinking bad about yourself.” She answered, causing you to scoff.

“How would you know what I was thinking?” You countered, swallowing when she faced you completely, raising a brow.

“Were you?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but couldn’t find an appropriate response, so you closed it. Lowering your eyes from hers, she chuckled at your reaction.

“That’s what I thought,” She said under her breath, “Now let’s get you to the shower.”

Natasha looped an arm around your waist, helping you stand and holding up most of your weight. With slow steps she helped you to the bathroom, helping you sit down on the toilet seat.

“How does a bath sound? That way you don’t have to stand.” She suggested and you nodded your head.

Without waiting to see if you’d reach for shower handles, Natasha started to run the water, adjusting the temperature until it felt comfortable. Plugging the bottom, she faced you again, waiting on the water to fill the tub.

Kneeling down she reached for your shoes, undoing the laces and sliding them off your sore feet. Putting the pair to the side, she reached for the waistband of your pants. Stopping her hands just out of reach, she glanced up to you, silently asking for permission.

Your stomach was fluttering with nerves, being so close to Natasha in such a small space. You understood she was just trying to help you out of your clothes, but it didn’t help your erratic heartbeat. But there was no one else you trusted to help you like this, although you felt anxious, you also felt safe in presence.

Nodding for her to continue, she grabbed the waistband, pulling the material down your legs. Her eyes were scanning over your legs for any hidden injuries, happy to have found none.

You felt hot under her gaze, feeling exposed in your panties. Balling up the pants, she placed them over your shoes, moving her hands to the hem of your shirt. Glancing up again, she waited for permission again.

Your heart stuttered at her respect towards you, appreciating her regard to your boundaries. It made you feel even more comfortable around her, knowing she’d never push you into doing something that you didn’t want.

With another nod, she lifted the hem slowly over your frame. Her fingers ghosting just underneath your belly button, making you shiver.

Natasha again, was scanning your body for wounds, and tensed up when her eyes landed on the irritated gash across the left of your chest. Pulling the shirt over your head, she placed it into the pile, leaving you in your bra and panties. Quickly bringing her attention back on the cut. You noticed the concern wash over her features.

“It’s okay Nat, It’s not deep enough for stitches.” You reassured her, her eyes meeting with yours and you thought you saw fear in them.

She stayed silent, hooking an arm around your almost bare body, and helped you into the tub.

The warm water hit your skin, and you let out a hiss when you were finally all the way in the tub. Your muscles instantly relaxing in the warmth of the water, your jaw unclenching in contentment.

Natasha left for a moment, returning quickly with a med kit. Your eyes widened at the supplies in her hands, swallowing nervously at the thought of her cleaning your wound. It wasn’t so much the slash itself, but where it was. It was a sensitive area, and the memory of someone cutting you there made you feel violated. You knew Natasha wouldn’t hurt you intentionally, but you couldn’t help but feel anxious.

“Is this necessary?” You asked, your hands gripping your knees under the water.

“Yes, we don’t want it getting infected.” She argued back, “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

“I know, I trust you.” You whispered at the end, your words making Natasha’s heart swell.

She grabbed a sponge and dipped it into the water, watching the sponge expand. She held it over your wound, squeezing some water onto it. You winced when the water met with your ripped skin.

“I know, I’m sorry.” She cooed, letting a couple more drops run over the cut. Then reaching for some gauze and soaking the pad in saline solution.

She gently dabbed the gauze around the gash, causing you to bite your bottom lip, tears gathering in your eyes.

She dabbed over a more sensitive spot, causing you to whimper in pain, your body trying to move away from her hand instinctively. She immediately stopped her movements and met your eyes, her free hand rubbing your shoulder soothingly.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re okay love. We’re almost done, you’re doing so good.” She praised, waiting for another nod from you before she got back to work. Applying a bandage over the wound after she finished.

It was silent for the rest of the cleaning, you allowing her to run the sponge over your grime covered skin. Your mind and body felt extremely relaxed now, with Natasha’s hands gently caressing your flesh.

There was something so intimate about trusting someone to care for you while you were defenseless. You hadn’t meant to, but you found yourself staring at her as she focused cleaning the dirt off your skin. Your eyes following the slope of her nose, all the way past her cupids bow, stopping on her plump lips. You reached her eyes again, and spoke out before you could stop yourself.

“You’re beautiful.”

Natasha’s eyes met your adoring gaze, smiling at your words. Suddenly you were very aware of what you had said, feeling embarrassed.

“Sorry I… That was probably weird— Not saying you’re weird— I mean of course you’re beautiful I just—“

Natasha’s lips colliding with yours had you quit your rambling. She had your bottom lip captured, her hand moving from your shoulder to the back of your neck, softly scratching your skin with her nails. Natasha pulled away all too soon, causing you to frown slightly, grabbing onto her wrist with desperation.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for awhile.” Natasha finally spoke, your cheeks crimson at her confession.

“R-really?” You whispered, still feeling breathless and dizzy from her kiss. She chuckled, her hand moving from the back of your neck to cradle your red cheek.

“Really (Y/n), I adore you.” She told you, the butterflies in your stomach threatening to burst out.

“I always thought you were just messing with me, flirting and teasing me, and all that…” You trailed off, your anxiety getting the best of you, because god you wanted this to be real.

“I was, but I really do want this,” She motioned to the both of you, “I want you love. I need you.”

Your heart swelled at her confession, your mind trying to wrap around the fact that Natasha wanted you.

This whole night, her taking care of you, cleaning your wound, being so gentle, making sure you were comfortable with everything. You felt overwhelmed with joy and you couldn’t help the tears that gathered back into your eyes, but this time it was from happiness.

“Nat… I feel so lucky to have you. You didn’t have to do any of this,” Your hands motioning to the bath and your bandage, “I can’t thank you enough, for everything you’ve ever done for me. You’re the only person that makes me feel like I belong. You make me feel so safe, so loved.”

Natasha held your loving gaze with her glossy eyes, not afraid to be vulnerable with you. She wanted you to be the only one who could see this side of her. You saying that she made you feel safe had Natasha cradling your face with both her hands, pressing her forehead against yours.

“You don’t have to thank me baby, I want to be the one who takes care of you, the only one.” She whispers, the tip of her nose bumping with yours, your breaths mixing.

“I think I want that too.” You spoke softly, your hands gripping her wrist in a gentle hold, thumbs caressing over her soft skin.

Natasha leaned back slightly, her gaze meeting yours, still cradling your face.

“I really want to kiss you again.” Natasha stated, her voice dripping with desire.

“Please.” You whined, needing to feel her lips on yours again. You started to lean your face closer to hers desperately, but was held back with a gentle hands.

“After we get you out of the tub and dried off, I’m not done taking care of you.” She argued, and you were pouting pathetically.

“Nat please… no more teasing.” You begged her, earning a dark chuckle from the redhead.

“Oh honey, just you wait.”

A/N: i love nat so much 🤍 i’m so happy you loved the first part, a lot of you requested a part 2, so i hope you all like it 😊

[imagines4thefandoms]

He's just a kitten

work count: 4k+

summary: Logan loved your pet name for him but he's not going to admit it.

You were chatting with one of your students when you heard the familiar sound of Scott and Logan arguing. The team had just returned from a mission to stop Magneto but you elected to stay behind to watch the children. The yelling was growing louder like it was coming closer to you. Jubilee grabbed her notes you were helping her decipher and took a seat with a smile on her face.

“I can wait til you’re finished,” she laughed as Scott and Logan bursted into your classroom.

You let out a sigh of exhaustion as Logan sat on the edge of your desk. He turned to look at you and winked before continuing to argue with Scott. 

“Damn it Logan, I gave you orders,” Scott yelled as he paced the room.

“I don’t take orders from you,” Logan gruffly responded. 

“I’m team leader.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“You put the team at risk,” Scott finally stopped pacing and stood right in front of Logan. 

“I saved your life from your stupid plan,” Logan stood up getting all in Scott’s face. 

“You are a wild animal that needs to be kept on a leash,” Scott scorned poking Logan’s chest.

You quickly got up and put yourself between the town men when Logan’s claws came out. When he stood in front of him Logan’s anger dissipated. His claws went back in and his hands went to your waist. 

“Hello, gorgeous,” he said with his cocky smile. 

“Hi, kitten,” you replied before getting out of his grasp and standing by the door, “Scott, you got to stop coming to me when you two fight. Im not going to keep solving your problems. And lo, stop being so hard headed and don’t go rouge out in the field. I want you to come back safe.”

You gestured for them to leave and they quickly replied. They were only a few steps out the room when you heard Scott mocking Logan over your nickname for him and they someone fall to the floor. You were rubbing your temples in frustration when Jubilee left the room saying she would bring Scott down to medical. 

“James Logan Howlett,” you whispered. 

“He’s an ass,” Logan said in his defense. 

You shook your head and let out a small chuckle before walking out the classroom. Logan was still standing in the hallway waiting for you with a cigar between his lips. You grabbed the cigar and then his hand to drag him with you. 

“No cigars. You are in trouble,” you scorned as you headed to the library where students were waiting for you. 

“Promise,” he asked cockily. 

“Yes, now you have to help me direct to school musical,” you told him with a evil smile on your face. You and Logan were best friend, did everything together. So you knew how much he hates musicals. Logan let out a groan and planted his feet. You were moving with such urgency that when he stoped you flew back. Before you could fall on your ass, Logan caught you and pulled you to his chest. 

“I don’t do musicals, bub,” he groan with almost a pained look in his eyes. 

“Well you were bad and punched Scott so now… you do musicals,” you replied gently slapping his chest and pushing yourself away from him. 

Without grabbing his hand again, you continued your trek to the library. You heard his heavy footfall behind you and smirked at how he was still coming with out. In all honesty you wouldn’t have forced him if he walked the other way. It was less of a punishment for him and more of a special treat for you. You’ve known Logan for 2 years and have had a crush on his for the past 2 years. Grumpy lumberjacks were your type. But sadly sunshine nerds were not his. 

“I’m not singing, princess,” he warned when he entered the library right after you. 

“You don’t have to. All you are going to do is sit there, look pretty, suffer, and maybe give me your thoughts,” you advised before planting a kiss on his cheek and quickly heading over the the small group of student. 

The rehearsals were, in Logan’s words, worse than Scott. All the student were talented, just not musically. They got the moves down but half were pitchy while the other didn’t know the words. During the entire hour long rehearsal, Logan was bitching and moaning in your ear. 

“Ok, that was better than last time. Same time Thursday,” you announced before dragging mr grump out before he hurt the kids feelings. 

“If that was better than last time i’m not sure they will be ready by show time.”

You rested your head on his chest in defeat mumbling how you were a terrible director. Logan let out a chuckle and rubbed your back gently. “No you’re not. They just need more time,” he said trying to cheer you up. 

“Thanks kitten,” you said looking up at him with a smile. 

“Stop calling me that,” he said tapping your nose with a fake angry expression. 

“You love it.”

“No I do not,” he lied. Cause he did love that nickname. Loved hearing it cause it mean you were near. That you wanted his attention and company. Sure he’s had to suffer with all the teasing from Scott and the other over it. He has threatened them multiple time to not do it around her. If she knew how the team was giving him grief over it she would stop calling him kitten, and that was the last thing Logan wanted. 

You let out a giggle at the expression Logan. No matter how many times he said he hated it you couldn’t stop calling him “kitten”. Cause that’s what he is. A giant kitten. The claws obviously but also the way his hair goes up in points. Plus one second he’s cute and clingy then the next the claws come out and he’s being annoying. Logan Howlett is the personification of an orange cat. 

“I want some fresh air,” you pouted looking up at him hoping he would come with you to the lake a couple miles away from the mansion. 

“Wanna go to that lake,” he asked with a puffed out chest as if he was proud to have suggested it. 

“What a great idea. Can we take Scott’s bike,” you asked almost jumping up and down.

“I thought that was stealing and wrong.”

“Well I know you were deciding between his bike and his convertible, so I just made the decision.”

He let out a laugh and agreed that you would take the bike. You planted another kiss on his cheek before running off to your room to change into a swimsuit. While you were packing, Logan was still standing where you left him. He was trying to calm himself down over the 2 kisses you gave him today. 

“Man you are whipped,” Scott said pushing himself off the wall. 

“Fuck, I must be getting old if I didn’t break your nose,” Logan retorted walking to the garage.

“Just tell her you love her,” Scott antagonized. 

“Mind your business before I break more than just your nose, four eyes.”

“Put your claws away kitten, I’m just trying to help you.”

Logan quickly turned and pushed Scott up against the wall and slowed protracted his claws at his neck. “Don’t ever fucking call me that. I’m not telling you a third time.” 

Logan kept his hold on Scott for another second then retracted his claws but not before nicking his neck a bit drawing blood. Scott muttered how Logan was an animal as Logan walked away. When Logan got to the garage he was you waiting there with a small duffle bag and a smile on your face. 

“Ready darling,” he asked going to the bike. 

“Yes.” 

Logan put your helmet on you head and fastened it before getting on the bike. You asked where his helmet was but he reminded you that his skull was literal metal and he would be fine. Logan revved the engine cause your to let out a small shout and quickly wrapping your arms around his torso. 

“Are you going to go fast,” you muttered into the back of his leather jacket.

“Yes, so hold on tight,” he said before zooming out of the garage and onto the road. 

You let out a squeal of excitement as the wind blew through your hair. Logan smirked at the feeling of you squeezing him tighter either from excitement or fear her didn’t care. He wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. You opened your eyes to watch the world zoom bye and let out another scream and tired to get closer to Logan but it was physically impossible. 

Logan removed one of his hands from the handles to hold yours and rubbed small circles to ease your fear. He knew a better man would have slowed down. A good man would have been more worried about how you were scared than the fact that he loved how you were holding on to him like your life depended on it. But he is many things, a good man wasn’t one. 

“We’re here,” Logan laughed when you finally got to the lake. 

“Oh sorry,” you chuckled as you slowly let him go. 

“Didn’t say you had to let go.”

“Come on you lug,” you laughed as you pushed him slightly. 

He stayed seated on the bike and watched as you put a blanket down and strip down to your bathing suit. You waved him over then ran into the water. Logan just sat there stunned. He watched as you swam to the middle of the lake and laid back to float. 

“Fuck me,” he whispered to himself before getting off the bike. “This was a bad idea.”

Logan was trying to get his head out of the gutter when he heard you call his name. “Logan, come in. The water feels amazing.” 

“I’m good right here bub. Not much of a floater,” he replied as he let his claws out and shine in the sun. 

“You chicken old man,” you asked mockingly. 

Logan let out a growl in annoyance and took off his shirt. He was walking towards the water in just his jeans when you called for him to stop. 

“You’re going to swim in your jeans,” you asked. 

“I don’t wear underwear princess,” he replied with a smirk as he got waist deep in the water. “Promise to give me mouth to mouth if I drown.”

“You can’t die, but sure.”

Once Logan got over to you he pulled you to his chest almost as if to help him stay afloat even though you both knew that there was no way you could keep his heavy metal bone as above water. Your legs were tired of kicking to stay afloat so you wrapped your arms around his neck and made Logan do all the work. 

“If I go down, your going with me darling,” he joked even as he grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“Well them i'll mimic your powers and i'll be fine,” you assured him as you splashed water in his face. “So wait you never wear…”

“No,” he smirked at the flush of your cheeks. “I can show you if you want.”

Your eyes went big and you detached yourself from him and swam away. Logan let out a hearty laugh at your reaction but was upset that you were no longer wrapped around him. After no seeing you for maybe 3 minutes, he started to get worried but then heard you let our a whistle before you jumped on his back. 

“Don’t scare me like that,” he said as you clung to his back. 

“You worried about me, Logan,” you asked letting go of him. 

“Always.”

The rest of your time at the lake was spent swimming around, splashing Logan, and trying to get him to play mermaids with you. But Logan was being Logan and refused to be a mermaid. Eventually Logan, was ready to leave and was insistent that you eat something since it was a couple hours since either of you had eaten. 

“Im guessing you want a super greasy burger,” you asked packing up your blanket and getting dressed. 

“You know me so well,” he said slinging his jacket over your shoulders when he noticed you shiver.

Logan got on the bike then motioned for you to come to him to put on you. Once your helmet was nice and secure Logan patted the seat behind him before revving the engine. 

“Not so fast this time please,” you begged wrapping your arms around him again. 

You didn’t even hear if he was going to go slower cause you were to focused on the fact that since you were wearing his jacket, the only thing separating you and Logan was a flimsy wife beater tank. If the jacket didn’t warm you up the heat radiating off his body sure did. 

Logan pulled into some diner along the road. The parking lot was surprisingly packed for a diner in the middle of nowhere. As soon as you walked in, you were greeted by a waitress telling you to seat yourself. You grabbed a booth while, Logan went to use the bathroom. 

While you were waiting and looking at the menu some guy came and sat across from you. He grabbed your hand making you drop the menu. “Hey momma, I can tell you now there is nothing on this menu that’s gonna taste as good as you.” 

You pulled your hand from him and thanked him for his tip and tried to ignore him while praying Logan hurried up. “Come on don’t be like that. There’s a bunch of mutant freaks in this area you’re gonna need someone strong to protect you,” he said getting up and moving to sit next to you. 

“Im good,” you said moving away from him. 

“Come on don’t be a bitch,” he said putting his arm around your shoulders. 

“What did you just call my girl,” you heard Logan growl. 

The man looked over at Logan and rolled his eyes before nuzzling his nose against your neck. “I was just telling her that I can treat her so…good.” 

“And she told you she’s not interested,” Logan said placing his hand on the guy shoulder and putting some pressure on it. “Now get your dirty hands off my girl before I break them.”

The man stood up and got all in Logan’s face. You notice Logan’s hands forming fist and noticed that his claws were about to come out. 

“Logan, don’t,” you said getting up and putting your hand on his chest. “Lets just eat and go.”

Logan stopped glaring the guy down and looked into your eyes. He moved so you could sit in the booth. Before you could move, the guy grabbed your ass. Logan let out a growl and was about to slice the guy open but you quickly turned and punched him in the face. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Woah there tiger,” Logan said holding you back from kicking the guy in the balls. “He’s down.” 

Two other guys came and picked up your groper and left without further argument. A waitress quickly came over and took your order. Logan and you sat on the same side of the booth and he had his arm around your shoulder. 

“I don’t know why i’m surprised you punched that guy when I know you’re a badass,” Logan said whispering in your ear. 

“Is there a reason your all over me,” you whispered back instantly regretting it. You felt Logan tense at your comment but kept his arm around you. 

“Just making sure those guys don’t get any ideas.”

Your burgers were brought to the table and you quickly shoved a few fries in your mouth. “Hungry,” Logan asked wiping some ketchup off the corner of your mouth. 

You stuck your tongue out at him then stole some of his fries. He playfully slapped your hand and moved away from you but only a centimeter. Logan looked over at you as you ate your burger and just smiled. He never thought he would be able to have moments like this. Moments where he could almost believe he is normal. Where they weren’t hunted for their DNA. He hasn’t felt save in, he couldn’t even remember. 

Whenever he’s around you the anger he has been holding on to for decades just disappears. The grudges he holds and revenge he wants doesn’t matter when you look at him. Just the sound of your voice can and has stopped him in the middle of one of his rages. You were the only person who was able to keep him grounded. 

After you finished the meal and payed the bill, you made the trip back to the manor. After a whole day out in the sun and dealing with gross men you were exhausted. On the ride back Logan had on hand on the handle and the other was rubbing circles on your thigh. You quickly went from tired to wanting to jump Logan’s bones. But unfortunately, the trip was short and you were pulling back into the garage. 

“I told you not to touch my bike,” Scott said forcefully as he stood by the door with his arms crossed. 

“Sorry Scott it’s my fault,” you tried to take the blame as to not cause another Scott v Logan fight. 

“Oh this is your bike,” Logan asked sarcastically. “Sorry man I didn’t know.” Logan tossed the keys to Scott and followed you back into he house. 

Logan walked you to your room. “Thanks for today Logan. I had a great time,” you said slowly opening the door not wanting to go in ending the fake date you manipulated yourself into believing it was. 

You were about to close the door when Logan forced his way in and closed it behind him. “Logan what’s wrong,” you asked putting your bag down. 

“You tell me. You have been off all day. Did I do something to make you mad,” he asked backing you up against the wall. 

You were caged in with no where to go. “No,” you said not looking at him. 

He grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. “Then why haven’t you called me kitten all day.”

“You hate that name,” you said sheepishly. 

“I lied,” he admitted as he rested his head against yours. “Please just say it.”

Hearing Logan beg for his silly nickname took the breath out of your lungs. “But they tease you about it.”

“What,” he asked pulling back to look you into your eyes. 

“I saw you and Scott outside the library. He teased you over it. I won’t call you it anymore if it’s causing you trouble.”

“No. Never stop. I love that name. I love how happy you get when I pretend to hate it. I love that you see me as a cute kitten instead of this monster I am,” he said begged. 

“You’re not a monster,” you said holding his face in your hands. “Kitten.”

“Fuck,” he said leaning into your touch. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why are…,” you started to say before Logan pressed his lips against yours. 

Before you could kiss him back, Logan pulled back and started pacing your room. “Fuck, i’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just attack you like that,” he said running his hands through his hair. “I can’t lose you. Please just forget that happened.”

“Kitten,” you whispered causing him to turn to you. 

You quickly walked to him and grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. His hands went to your waist and yours went around his neck. Logan walked you back til you were pressed again the wall again. His hands went from your waist to your thigh lifting your leg to wrapped it around his waist. 

“Don’t stop,” he moaned against your lips. 

“I quite like kissing you,” you muttered as his lips traveled to your neck. 

“I meant calling me kitten. But don’t stop kissing me either,” he laughed lifting you so both your legs were around his waist. 

“But they are going to keep teasing you,” you worried as he carried you to your bed.

“I can live with it, but I can’t live without that stupid nickname.”

He dropped you on the bed causing you to bounce. You tried to move up the bed but Logan grabbed you by your ankles and brought you back to the foot of the bed. 

“I just got a taste of you princess. Im not letting you go,” he said taking his shirt off and planting kisses up and down your legs. 

You moaned the nickname causing him to let out a deep moan. “Does being called ‘Kitten’ turn you on,” you asked laughing.

“Everything about you turned me on.”

You grabbed his face again and pulled him up for a kiss. With your legs back around his waist you flipped him on his back and tore your shirt off. His hand quickly traveled up and down the sides of your body. 

“Fuck gorgeous,” he moaned bucking his hips up causing you to fall on his chest.

“Calm down kitty cat. I want to saver this,” you said planting kisses all over his hairy chest. 

Your lips traveled down his chest and stoped over the waist of his jeans. Before you could even ask, Logan was taking his pants off faster than a horny teenager. 

“You weren’t lying about going commando,” you whispered when you were face to face with his semi hard cock. 

“I told…,” he stated to comment but was silenced when you licked up the underside of his cock. “Fuck baby,” he moaned throwing his head back. 

He gripped you hair and forced his cock further in your mouth. You tried to take him fully but he was just too big. “Relax princess. Relax your throat for me,” Logan ordered gently. You followed his instructions and he forced your head further down causing your nose brush against the hair at the base of his cock. 

“Such a good girl,” he moaned lifting your head and pushing it back down. He held you there for a minute causing tears to form. He pulled you off his now fully erect cock and pulled you up for another kiss.

“As much as I want to keep fucking your mouth, I need to be inside you,” he said with almost a pleading tone. 

“Yes,” you said grinding you hips against his cock. 

Logan laid you on your back and pulled both your shorts and bathing suit bottoms off and threw them somewhere in the room. He then retracted his claws to cut your top off. “Even better than I imagined,” he said placing a kiss on your hip. 

“You imagined me naked often,” you asked giggling at the feeling of his beard agains your skin. 

“Every fucking night darling. But fuck this is so much better.”

His lips went from your hips to your inner thigh to your pussy. His tongue slid from bottom to your clit causing you to let out a small scream. “That ass was right. You taste better than what we ordered,” he mumbled against your pussy. 

“Not funny,” you scorned him.

“Not joking, now lay back and let me enjoy my meal,” he said as he continued to devour your pussy like a starved man. 

“Fuck lo,” you screamed when his teeth grazed your clit. “I need you now.”

“Im not done.”

“Kitten, either you start fucking me or i’m going to pay Scott…,” you started to threaten before Logan bit your inner thigh. “Ow”

“Don’t say his fucking name,” he growled leaving punishing bites on his way back to your lips. “I mean it princess. You’re mine.”

“Than fuck me kitten,” you instructed bucking your hips against his. 

Logan fisted his cock giving it a few pumps before lining it up against your aching pussy. Before you could scorn him for taking his sweet time, he slammed into you. 

“Oh god,” you cried as he slammed in and out of you. 

His head rested against yours and all you could hear was his labored breaths and moans as he roughly fucked you. “You feel too good. I can’t..,” he whined against your cheek. 

“More, fuck. Lo, its,” you cried not able to form a full sentence. 

“Use your words princess, tell me what you want,” he teased leaving hickeys all over your neck. 

“You,” was all you could say as you felt his balls hit your ass over and over again. 

“You got me baby. You’ve always had me,” he whispered as he pulled out and put your left leg over his shoulder.

At this angle you felt him deeper in you. “Fuck your gripping me too much. I won’t be able to last if you keep that up baby,” he moaned. 

“Im gonna,” you gasped when his fingers moved from your waist to your pulsing clit. 

“I can feel it. Let go baby,” he coached as he kissed your leg. 

His dick slammed in and out of you at a pace seemed impossible. It was probable due to his mutant healing abilities. Logan might look like he’s in his late 30s but the man fucked like he was in his early 20s. 

“I can’t. Too much,” you cried. 

“Yes you can baby let go for me.”

Logan whispered for you to let go again and it pushed you over the edge. Your nails scrapped his back drawing blood and your body shook with the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Logan continued to fuck you through it and you could tell he was about to come to by how sloppy his strokes were getting and by the way the muscles in his back were clenching. 

“Cum for me kitten,” you whispered stroking his hair. 

“Fuck,” he yelled as he released his load in you sensitive cunt. 

After a few more pumps, Logan collapsed on top of you nearly crushing you with his metal bones but the weight of him felt amazing after he abused your body, in the best fucking way. Logan took a second to recover then he quickly got off you and grabbed his shirt from the floor to clean you up.

“Damn ‘kitten’ really doesn’t turn you on,” you joked as he pulled you on top of him.

“Idiot,” he muttered before placing a kiss on your head. “I didn’t hurt you did I,” he asked running his hands over your body looking for injuries. 

You shook your head no and just listened to his heart beat. Logan was drawing circles on your hip while you were were writing your name over and over again on his chest. “I love you, Kitten” you whispered tiredly.

Logan’s motions stoped causing you to fill with anxiety. Maybe this was just a one and done thing. You started to get off him but he pulled you so you were completely on top of him. 

“I love you too, princess.” 

Your afterglow was interrupted by a knock on your door. Logan let out a groan the has reserved for one specific person. 

“What the fuck does he want,” Logan asked getting up and putting his jeans back on. 

“Don’t kill him,” you warned as he slammed the door open.

“Where is lo…,” Scott started to ask. His ever went from you in the bed covering up with a blanket, to the clothes on the floor, to Logan’s shirtless chest. 

Scott shook his head and told Logan to follow him. “About damn time,” Scott said as Logan closed the door to follow. 

“Kitten,” you yelled calling Logan back into your room. 

The door opened and you saw Scott trying to hold in his laughter. Logan walked over to you and asked what you needed.

“A kiss,” you asked.

Logan bent over and kissed you with enough force that Scott cleared his throat feeling uncomfortable. “Sorry,” you apologized when he pulled away. 

“Fuck him. You just keep calling me kitten and i’ll be fine,” he said stealing one more kiss before leaving. 

“Come on kitten, we have a meeting,” Scott laughed from outside the room. 

Before Logan could close the door you grabbed the plastic cup on your nightstand and threw it at Scott’s head making direct impact.

“The fuck,” he asked turning to you. 

“Leave Logan alone,” you scorned grabbing another object to throw at him.

Scott held his hands up in surrender causing Logan to laugh. “Love you,” Logan said before closing your door. 

“Love you too Kitten,” you yelled knowing it would cause Logan to groan seeing as at least a dozen others heard you yell his pet name. 

[cattimeswithjellie]

Excerpt from Doc's 6/23 Stream Recap

I'm going to bed early tonight because I stayed up recapping til 4am last night, so I'm not going to finish this stream until tomorrow. Enjoy this unhinged little sequence from Doc's Sunday stream this week.

43:30 Doc forgets the inherent peril of every GoodTimesWithScar build and gets severely jumpscared by the creeper that sneaks up behind him. He’s not hurt but the front yard of Poe Poe HQ has lost some landscaping. Doc thinks that vandalizing Poe Poe HQ might not be the best move for a guy in his legal position, and it seems like the “SUE TODAY” banner on the courthouse might just be mocking him. He remembers that Scar’s building supplies chest monster hasn’t been picked up yet and goes to rummage through it for extra booshes. He finds some, but comes very, very, very close to blowing up Scar’s entire chest monster when another creeper pays a visit.

44:40 Doc uses freecam to show the now-underground broken rainbow beacon, buried under the road between the courthouse and the police station. The metaphor would be unbearably heavy-handed if it weren’t also obviously accidental. Doc replaces the destroyed bushes and takes a look at Poe Poe HQ by daylight, declaring it a really cool build. He laughs at the enormous POE sign and is confused by the sand countdown clock. Chat tells him it is counting down to the enforcement of the rule against popup shops in the shopping district. Doc wonders who made this, even as he finds a trapdoor with a sign reading “Ultra Redstoners Only.” Deciding he is definitely in that club, he enters without hesitation to check out the guts of the countdown machinery. He studies it for a moment and asks in complete befuddlement “Who _made_ this?” Hearing from Chat that it was Scar does explain a lot. Doc decides he had better leave before the redstone drives him insane.

46:40 Time to go back and work on interior design again. Doc does not want to do his interior design. He bemoans the fact that he got himself into a quarrel with Cleo, who would’ve been the perfect Hermit to tap for all the armor stand work he needs done but is now mad at him. He decides he should wander around and look for design ideas from other shops, because he is so uninspired. Chat suggests Joel has great interiors, so does Pearl. Doc admires Joel’s octopus but does not want one in his armor trim boutique. Chat thinks the octopus is amazing. Doc tells Chat they are useless. Chat doesn’t care; they want to go look at the Lizzie statue at Joel’s base. A chatter says they heard Doc was going to play Stardew Valley and is excited about it; Doc tells them he has played Stardew Valley through three times already. He’s exploited everything exploitable in that game and even made a tutorial for finding rare fish; Stardew Valley has nothing left for him.

49:00 Doc looks around in the honey shop for decoration ideas, but is disappointed to find no armor stand work to get inspired by. Chat wants to hear the song. Doc is unenthusiastic but plays the song. He goes on an entire facial journey as Chat grooves to the “Honey, Honey, Honey” song. “Jesus Christ,” Doc says. This puts Joel at the top of the suspect list as far as Doc is concerned. Anyone who could come up with that song is clearly capable of anything.

[madeintheniamh]

daddy/daughter spa day

stmf one shot #7.

now that harry has a tween daughter on his hands, he can't escape from the weekly spa and beauty rituals he is forced to undergo...

a/n: aww, a short but sweet one! i love sassy tween tilly. the missus deffo struggles with her but harry just finds the whole tween/teenager stage absolutely hilarious

warnings: fluff.

song: our song- taylor swift

"Daddy, stop moving!"

Tilly was sat across the table from Harry with a bottle of violet nail varnish in her hand, attempting to pin her dad's hand to the table.

Harry puckered out his lips slightly, imitating her.

"I'm not!" He threw his free hand up in response.

"You are! Can you just stay still for one minute," she accused, staring back at him. He sighed, deciding not to argue. Maybe, he thought, it was a mistake buying Tilly a new gel nail varnish set for her birthday. Although she wasn't yet a teenager, it didn't stop her from acting like one. As frustrating as you found it, Harry seemed to find the whole 'tween' stage very entertaining, but one of the downsides was Tilly forcing him to sit down and have his nails painted and eyebrows reshaped for the third time in a week.

The noise from you entering the room caused him to shuffle around on his chair, jogging Tilly who had moved onto painting his index finger.

"Daddy, you've done it again!" she shouted, eyebrows furrowed. You kissed him on the forehead whilst he exhaled slowly.

"Til's beauty salon open again?" You laughed.

"Mhhhmm," he sighed. "I don't think she's gong to want me back after this,"

He smooched you on the lips, laughing at Tilly scrunching her face up in disgust. "Daddy, that's gross,"

"When did you get so lippy, hmm?" he chuckled. "You only just turned eleven last week,"

He kissed you again, this time running his thumb across your cheek. Tilly stood up from the table.

"I'm not doing your nails again, Daddy," she moaned. "You've made me ruin them, look!"

She grabbed his hand and held it up to his face.

"See Daddy, they're rubbish, let me go and take them off, where's the remover,"

He examined them closely, before looking back at her. "No, you don't need to do that baby, I love them,"

"You're lying," she sighed.

"I wouldn't lie to you, baby," He explained. "And not everything has to be perfect, does it? I love them because you did them, and I love you, now come here,"

He pulled her into his chest before peppering her forehead with kisses.

"You know how much Daddy loves you, don't you?" he smiled. "Even now that you're getting moody and embarrassed of me,"

She puckered her lips out again. "M'not!"

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her forehead and laughed. "Okay, baby. Okay,"