#the fact that I actually do have a bag and it's full of snacks is telling enough

[moshieee]

I???

This creature????

That is the parent friiend?

I was tagged by @ex-supreme-archangel-gabriel but it seems the post is no longer rebloggable. So I’ve decided to start a new post!

What to do:

Post the results from this quiz.

Create yourself in this picrew. (or attach a drawing of yourself instead!)

Tag some friends!

I’ll start.

So Much Fanfiction

You have so, so much fanfiction, either because you're so shippable, or because you're hot. Maybe both. Probably both. You definitely flirt with everyone, either way. Tumblr and Twitter love you and showers you with queer headcanons. Reddit keeps a safe distance.

Thank you, for the tag Gabriel! I… well. we do seem rather popular online. and have had people meddle in our personal lives affairs so much so we have finally ended up together.

@thedemon-crowley , @the-angel-muriel , @imthebentley , @bentleysbeetle , @samael-your-guardian-angel , @asmodeus-fallen-principality , and anyone else who would like to join in! There’s no obligation to join in, I simply thought it was fun!

[p0orbaby]

May i request a fluffy chaotic blurb of lionesses teen reader who is from a championship team but is so good that she is called up to play for senior national team and also the reader has multiple offers from various teams , and the players pitch their own team to the reader to join them and it is a chaotic mess

Thank you

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The dressing room is chaos. Full-on, wild-eyed, shouting-over-each-other chaos.

Your kit’s barely off, and you’re sitting on a bench trying to untangle your socks, when it begins. Millie Bright is the first to start.

“Listen, kid,�� she says, arms folded across her chest, the captain aura fully activated. “Chelsea’s the only place for you. Champions League football. World-class facilities. Sonia Bompastor. Need I say more?”

From across the room, Ella Toone’s head snaps up, her water bottle mid-squeeze. “Millie, do you ever take a day off? Let the poor girl breathe, she’s not signing anything yet”

Millie ignores her, turning her gaze to you like this is a contract negotiation and she’s about to close the deal. “You want to win trophies, don’t you?”

Before you can reply, Ella’s already marched over, shoving Millie gently out of the way. “United, babe. That’s the real move. We’re on the up, big things happening, and,” she pauses dramatically, glancing around, “we actually have fun. You like fun, yeah?”

You blink, glancing at Leah, who’s perched on a nearby bench with her arms crossed and a smirk forming. She hasn’t joined in yet, but you can see the wheels turning. This is going to get worse before it gets better.

“City’s got the best facilities,” Lauren Hemp chimes in from the corner, casually lacing her boots. She doesn’t even look up, which somehow makes it more intimidating. “And we won’t hound you about it. Just saying”

“Oi!” Ella points a finger at Lauren. “That’s rich coming from you lot. Didn’t you literally FaceTime Keira on her holiday to beg her not to leave?”

“Allegedly,” Lauren says with a shrug, the picture of innocence.

“Arsenal,” Leah says finally, cutting through the chatter like a hot knife through butter. “Tradition, legacy, and the prettiest kits. No contest”

“That’s what you’re going with?” Millie retorts. “Kits?”

“Pretty kits,” Leah corrects, her smirk growing. “And me. Obviously”

“Desperate, Williamson,” Ella mutters under her breath.

You’re still sitting there, socks halfway off, trying not to combust. It’s overwhelming in the funniest, most surreal way. Like you’ve somehow wandered into a football-themed episode of a reality show where every contestant is aggressively charming and mildly competitive.

“Guys, chill,” you finally manage, holding up a hand. “I’m not deciding right now, alright? Let me just—figure out what’s happening first”

“Oh, take your time,” Keira Walsh says, strolling past and dropping her bag onto the bench. “But come to Barça. Better weather”

Georgia nearly falls off her seat laughing. “You’re not even in this league, Walshy. Sit down”

“I am sitting,” Keira deadpans.

The room descends into laughter and bickering again, and you realise something in that moment. It’s not just the offers, or the attention, or the surreal fact that this is your life now. It’s that you’re part of this—this weird, chaotic, beautiful family that’s adopted you overnight.

“Alright,” you say loudly, standing up and finally pulling your socks free. “I’ll think about it. All of it. But for now, someone tell me where the snacks are”

“Chelsea’s got better snacks,” Millie says immediately, earning a chorus of groans and a well-aimed towel to the head.

[mintmatcha]

I am so soft for father figure Shinsou, thank you for giving me something I didn’t know I needed. Just doing everyday things with him and him being soft towards you child is giving me life.

Casual. That's the word you used to describe what the meeting should be. Casual.

"He's a good boy, for the most part." Your bag is already stuffed full of toys and towels and other miscellaneous things that Shinso can't imagine you'll need. "His dad spoils him, so he might be a little bratty at first- we're working on it. Well, I'm working on it. His dad is--"

You kneel down and start rummaging through your things.

"Uh, don't let him guilt you into buying him snacks, please. He's got a severe nut and seed allergy and it's just easier if I take care of it all. There's snacks in here, along with two epipens. There's two more in the red cabinet in the kitchen, just in case we ever need them. "

Somehow, you manage to wiggle out the sunscreen for your bag without collapsing the whole pile. You dollop a bit on your fingers.

"Once they get here, we'll go straight to the park and hang out there for just a little bit. The book says the first meeting should be short and we should give him other things to focus out so he doesn't stress out." Your shoulders are bunched by your ears. "It'll be super casual. Easy. No stress."

Shinso kneels down next to you and dips a finger in the sunscreen.

"No stress," Shinso repeats back, dotting the sunscreen on your nose. It's enough to urge a smile out of you.

"Sorry, I know I'm--" You toss your hands in the air, frazzled, but with a smile. "This is a big deal."

"I know it is."

"We've only been dating for eight months," you say/ "What if we're jumping the gun? I don't want to put him through this if-"

"I'm not planning on breaking up with you." Ever. Shinso wouldn't have agreed to this if he wasn't completely sure that you were the one for him. It's not that he doesn't like children, it's that he's never spent time with any. Only child, no cousins: he doesn't know anything about kids other than the fact he used to be one.

You reach other and dot Shinso's nose with sunscreen. Now, you're matching.

"You might break up with me after you see what I'm dealing with."

Shinso takes your hand. "I'm not going to leave because you have a kid."

"I was talking about his father," you heave out a sigh. "They'll probably be late, by the way."

-

They are late.

Significantly.

It's six hours past the allotted time, filled with weak excuses from you. The television has rolled into the second season of some trashy show, but neither of you are really watching.

"He always loses track of time," you repeat for the twentieth time, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice. Shinso is long past disappointed, well into the area of 'pissed'. Mostly at your ex, partially at you, for letting it happen.

"He's still not calling you back?"

"No," you say, just like you've said before. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have let him know about you, he's just-- I dunno. Playing games with me again."

It contextualizes a lot of your behaviors, actually. The anxiety about getting home, the days you go radio silent, the dates where you suddenly have to run off and collect your child: he imagines there's a lot of bullshit games that happen between you two.

"You let him treat you like this?"

"He's my baby's father. I can't just..."

[asunflowerana]

𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭

summary: usual grocery day with your husband

with: bokuto koutaro, oikawa tooru, sakusa kyoomi and osamu miya.

n/a: brought this one from my old blog, one of my favorites. I'm thinking about making a part 2 with more hq boys, I personally enjoy imagining them dealing with grocery with me 😂. hope you guys enjoy!

⊛ bokuto koutaro

a child inside a full-grow 190cm male body, that's what he is. The fact that he still pouts whenever you remind him that "no, you can't get inside the cart baby, you won't fit" proves the point. But besides his childish mood, he can turn your time shopping a lot funnier.

he does cart races, searches for lower prices like hunting a treasure, throw his hands in the air when he finds his favorite snacks and cackles at every single brand with a silly name. He's a total dork, but his excitement is so endearing that you cannot help but absorb it. It's actually sweet, the way he lightly takes a domestic duty. He's also helpful, willingly carrying the bags to the car, and storing the groceries later at home.

he yearns to stay close to you, so even if his both hands are grabbing the cart handle, at least some arm-brushing will happen. He'll feel pretty lost if you both need to part ways through the market, but it's cute how he beams when you guys find each other later.

favorite section: breakfast food section (he's addicted to cereal), and meat section.

what you usually hear from him: "babe, can we buy this?"

⊛ oikawa tooru

if there's something Tooru doesn't look forward to, is grocery day. He even tried to wipe it off the fridge calendar a few times before, but you're too good to be fooled. "the Santos already ordered by delivery, why can't we do the same?" and he always uses the neighbor's card to try to convince you, whining like his teenager version would.

but one way or another, you always get him to go. If he's in a bad mood, he'll probably sulk in the beginning, lazily riding the cart while sighing every two minutes 'cause this is a total "waste of time". But as the shopping proceeds, he gets used to it, even forgetting what he was so grumpy about when a product catches his attention. With some subtle kisses and a small treat, you can even get a smile out of him. 

He likes to wrap his arm around your back or keep you close by the waist. Not having you there with him it's the worst thing it could happen, so he needs to make sure you stay by his side (also because he simply likes holding you).

favorite section: checkouts (not a surprise), and cosmetics section (he can spend a good amount of time selecting body products).

what you usually hear from him: "are we done?"; "baby, I need your help. This one, or this one?".

⊛ sakusa kiyoomi

He's the one looking forward to this day. He gets uneasy when things run out in the house, so going shopping is almost necessary for his peace of mind. What he doesn't look forward to, though, is dealing with people at the supermarket. Most precisely, the lines, but let's not talk about it to not ruin the mood.

he's very selective, taking whatever time he has to inspect and be sure of the products, in case it isn't a common choice of yours. He appreciates being aware of what you are consuming, not only for being an athlete but because he cares about your health. He likes to share what he's been learning from the team's nutritionist, but he is not a dictator: if you want to treat yourself to some tasty sweets or snacks, he won't get in the way. He'll even join the party.

He'll offer his arm for you to wrap your own, or hold hands. He's grateful to have your company, so he'll cherish it as much as he can. He's also very protective if the place or the lines are too crowned, keeping you by his side and holding you close with his arm.

favorite section: cleaning products (you have no idea how relieved he gets when he goes there).

what you usually hear from him: "I know you want it. Go ahead, put in the cart"; "tsc, they always put the gloves way back there"; "these stupid lines. Again."

⊛ osamu miya

The king of groceries. He's used to doing this two, or three times a week, and it never gets boring. The experience has made him smarter about where and when it is best to buy, plus he has a good eye when it comes to product quality and price. So yeah, you have almost nothing to worry about when Osamu Miya is your grocery partner. Almost.

He's very chill and helpful while shopping, but you better keep a good eye on the cart: it'll get filled to the brim in one minute. When Osamu likes something, he makes a point of buying as much as he can. Once, he filled almost three entire carts, and half of one was just from rice bags. Someone might think you have a whole volleyball team as a family with the amount of food he wants to take home.

Hands on your back, shoulder, waist, any free space he has to keep you close to him – and he'll keep it there the whole time. Touch is one of his love languages, so there's no way he won't keep in contact with you.

favorite section: fruit and vegetables section, and bakery section (he loves the smell of fresh ingredients).

what you usually hear from him: "sweetheart, just one more. It'll be the last, I promise"; "hope Tsum doesn't visit us today"

© asunflowerana 2024 — all rights reserved.

[minswriting]

Colds and Cuddles - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

About: You get a cold while your boyfriend is out on a case. And when he gets back, he takes care of you.

Warnings: none! this is purely self indulgent though as i’m suffering from a cold and want to be babied by aaron hotchner. this is pure fluff. i’m not the greatest at writing comfort/fluff (as i need to practice it more lol) so i’d love to hear your guys’ feedback!!

Word Count: 1k

When Aaron had left for work two days prior, he could tell something was off with you. You seemed more lethargic than usual and ran down. But you had pushed through it, likely not experiencing symptoms at that point. When you had texted him the next day exclaiming you didn’t feel well, Aaron wasn’t surprised. He knew when someone was coming down with a cold. Being a father, Jack was a living petri dish and Aaron was accustomed to the colds and other sickness that came with that fact.

He came home from the case with his go bag in hand and a bag from the store. He had stopped at the pharmacy before coming home, ensuring that you had medicine as well as a few other things. As Aaron walked through the apartment door, he saw you on the couch, bundled in a blanket with the TV on as you watched some comedy show.

“Honey, I’m home,” Aaron exclaimed as he hung up his jacket.

“Yay,” came your hoarse and exhausted voice as you stood up from the couch. You were about to walk over to Aaron to greet him but he was already over to you before you could.

Aaron looked at you, taking in your appearance. Your hair was disheveled, your eyes were sunken with bags underneath them. Your nose was red from irritation. Aaron couldn’t help but feel for you. Colds really sucked. He tucked a strand of hair out of your face before checking your temperature with his wrist. You were certainly heating up. “Have you taken anything?” He asked softly.

When you shook your head no, Aaron frowned. “I’ve been too tired to go look at what we have,” you croaked out. Your voice was so hoarse and nasally.

Aaron hummed in response, caressing your cheek lovingly. He then opened the bag he was holding in his other hand, taking out the things he bought. “Luckily enough,” he began, grabbing the items. “I bought some stuff on my way home.” He pulled out a bottle of acetaminophen and something to break up mucus. “Reid told me what is best with colds. Apparently, cold medicines are a fluke because they're not full doses of what you actually need.” Aaron’s voice was soft as he spoke, a quirk in his lip as he quoted his genius agent.

You couldn’t help the small but tired smile on your lips as Aaron spoke. He was known for being so stoic, so stuck up and authoritative when he was at work. But with you? He was a complete softy. And you adored it. “What else did you get?” You asked.

“Some cough drops, vicks vapor rub,” Aaron replied, pulling out the items and placing them on the coffee table. He reached into the bag for the last item, pulling out a package of your favorite snack. “Thought you may need something joyful if your throat allows you to swallow.”

You grinned, looking at Aaron. “Thank you,” you said softly. “You didn’t have to do this, you know. You just got home from a case. You, too, should rest.”

Aaron shook his head, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I can’t rest without making sure you’re taken care of, sweetheart,” he exclaimed, kissing your forehead again. “Now sit down. Have you eaten today?” You obeyed, sitting down on the couch.

When you shook your head once more, Aaron sighed. He should’ve known that you hadn’t. If you were too tired to look for medicines, then you were likely too tired to make yourself food as well.

“I’ll make you something,” He said softly, looking down at you as he towered over you. He reached down to caress your cheek once more.

“You really don’t have to-“ You tried to tell him no. But Aaron was quick to interrupt you.

“Let me take care of you,” He said firmly. “You’re sick and I wasn’t here to help you. Let me help you now. I’ll rest once you’ve eaten and taken medicine.”

And who were you to say no?

So Aaron went to the kitchen and made you soup. Aaron didn’t cook often. Not because he didn’t know how to but simply because his job didn’t allow him the time to do so. But whenever he did, it was always delicious. After thirty minutes in the kitchen, Aaron came back out to the living room with a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup for you to eat. And you made sure to eat at least most of it.

Not much was spoken between the two of you as Aaron took care of you. He gave you the medicine, giving you a glass of water to take it. After that, he disappeared to the bedroom for a few minutes before coming out in a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt, a vast difference from the thousand dollar suit he was wearing a bit ago.

Aaron took a seat on the couch next to you, putting an arm around your blanketed shoulders. “Do you need anything else?” He murmured, leaning his head on top of yours as he pulled you closer to him.

“Just you.” You replied softly, snuggling into Aaron’s side. Aaron smiled softly at you, putting a finger underneath your chin and kissing your lips softly. When he pulled away, you frowned. “I’m going to get you sick,” You said, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I don’t really care,” Aaron said, kissing your lips again. “Let’s get you to bed.” He said, pulling away to stand up. He reached out for your hand.

The two of you went to the bedroom, lying down on the bed. You got yourself comfortable, snuggling under the comforter. Aaron followed suit, getting under the comforter and wrapping his arms around you. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, the room filled with the small sounds of your congested snores. The sound lulled Aaron to sleep, allowing him to finally rest.

And a few days later when you were feeling better, Aaron began to feel the coming of a cold and you were there to take care of him too.

[expia]

I can’t pay the mortgage this month [ prank ]

ft. satoru.g & kento.n

gojo:

The late afternoon sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Gojo household, casting a warm glow over the spacious living room. You sat curled up on the plush couch, trying to stifle your giggles as you rehearsed your prank in your head. Satoru, your overly dramatic yet endlessly loving husband, was in the kitchen rummaging for snacks. You had been married for years, and your relationship had always been full of playful banter and silly antics. Today was no different.

“Satoru,” you called out, doing your best to sound distressed. “Can you come here for a second?”

He appeared in an instant, his white hair slightly tousled and his trademark blindfold perched on his forehead, revealing those mesmerizing blue eyes. He held a bag of chips in one hand and a questioning look on his face. “What’s up, sweetheart?” he asked, crunching on a chip.

You bit your lip, feigning anxiety. “I... I don’t know how to tell you this,” you began, wringing your hands for added effect. “I can’t pay the mortgage this month.”

Satoru froze mid-crunch, his expression morphing from confusion to utter disbelief. “What do you mean you can’t pay the mortgage?” he asked, voice tinged with faux concern. “Since when have you paid the mortgage?”

You shrugged, trying not to break character. “Well, I thought I could this time, but things are tight, and I just… I can’t.”

There was a beat of silence. Then, Satoru burst out laughing, his chips nearly flying everywhere. “You had me going there for a second!” he said between fits of laughter. “Y/N, you’ve never paid the mortgage a day in your life! Do you even know how much it is?”

“Of course I do,” you replied, crossing your arms. “It’s… a lot?”

He shook his head, grinning. “You’re too much.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ve got it covered. Always have, always will.”

Nanami:

You’d always known your husband, Nanami Kento, was a steady and reliable man, but his humor had a dry sharpness that never failed to catch you off guard. That’s why you decided to test him with a little prank today.

It was a lazy Sunday morning, sunlight spilling through the windows as you sipped on coffee together in your cozy living room. Nanami was dressed casually, reading the newspaper—yes, the actual paper—like the true traditionalist he was.

You cleared your throat dramatically, setting down your mug. "Ken, I need to tell you something," you began, your voice laced with faux seriousness.

He glanced up, brow slightly furrowed. "What is it?"

You fidgeted with your fingers for effect, trying to look sheepish. "I… I can’t pay the mortgage this month."

Nanami blinked, his lips pressing into a thin line. "You can’t pay the mortgage?"

You nodded solemnly, biting back a grin.

Setting down his newspaper, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. For a split second, you thought he might actually take you seriously. But then his lips quirked up in that rare, subtle smile you adored.

"Darling," he said, voice calm but tinged with amusement, "you’ve never paid the mortgage. Not once since we moved in."

Your poker face faltered. "Well, yeah, but—"

He held up a hand, cutting you off. "In fact, the last time you paid for anything remotely related to this house, it was those throw pillows you insisted we needed. And even then, I used my card because you ‘forgot your wallet.’"

You burst into laughter, unable to keep up the act any longer. "Okay, okay! You caught me!"

Nanami leaned back in his chair, shaking his head fondly. "Keep doing what you do every month, Y/N," he said, his tone playfully dry. "Which is absolutely nothing. Be pretty, take care of yourself, and let me handle the bills."

"Wow, I feel so *useful*," you teased, grinning at him.

"You’re plenty useful," he said, smirking as he folded his newspaper back open. "Just not when it comes to paying the mortgage."

You tossed a pillow at him, but the warmth in his eyes told you that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

I love this tt trend I wish my bf was my husband so I could do this prank on him 😕

[clockwayswrites]

Didn't write the rest of this scene I've shared bits of or anything.

WC: 913, Masterpost Sometime after Danny meets Red Hood, before he plots.

Jason actually stopped on the stairs when he saw Danny. He was going down and Danny coming up, but the sight made Jason freeze rather than just stepping to the side like he normally would. Danny looked beyond exhausted. His usually perky hair was limp, the bags under his eyes were impressively dark, and he tripped over every step. Jason was half worried that while he had been away, Danny had gotten turned into a zombie.

Considering it was Gotham and the city already had Grundy (and Jason himself), it was a disturbingly valid concern.

“Midterms,” Danny mumbled several long moments after he had caught sight of Jason standing on the next landing up.

Okay, midterms made sense too.

(Nice not to have to clean up a zombie outbreak as soon as he was back in town.)

“Just starting, in the middle of, or over?”

“Over, thank the Ancients. Last paper turned in,” Danny said with a dramatic motion that made him wobble dangerously against the railing. Jason closed the gap between them nervously. “I’m gonna go… go… what’s the word?”

“Eat? Shower? Sleep?”

“That!” Danny snapped his fingers. “All of that. In some order, I guess.”

Jason reached out and gently took Danny’s arm. “Okay, Tuesday, I don’t know if I trust you not to slip in the shower and smash your pretty face in right now.”

“You think my face is pretty?”

Ignoring his blush, Jason moved past that fact quickly. “So how about you come up to my place. You can shower while I make you a snack and then you can lay down for a nap. When you wake up, I’ll have dinner ready.”

“Mm, dinner. I like dinner. I miss dinner,” Danny said dreamily.

Jason decided just to get them moving up the stairs. “When’s the last time you ate something more than granola bars and soup, Danny?”

“What day is it? Wait! I know this. Physics. T-R. Thursday!” Danny said. He was clearly very proud of himself.

“Food, Tuesday.”

“Yes please.”

Holding back a sigh, Jason carefully directed Danny up the stairs to the top floor. His things wouldn’t exactly fit Danny, but he was loathe to let the other out of his sight right then. He’d just make sure to grab sweats that had a drawstring on them. After Danny was asleep, he could make a quick run to the store to get some fresh things for dinner.

It was a bit of a juggle to keep a watchful arm around Danny and get his door unlocked and then relocked, but Jason managed before guiding Danny through the bedroom to the full bathroom.

“Stay.”

“Yes sir,” Danny quipped, words interrupted by the large yawn he took.

Once Jason was sure Danny would stay standing he pulled away to go dig out some clothing and a fresh towel, only to turn around and run into the dresser himself like he was the one sleep deprived. It was just that, well, Danny had started to strip and was already down to his boxers. It was a lot of skin on display and Jason couldn’t help but watch the play of freckles and scars across the shoulder blades.

That was… there were actually a concerning number of scars, for a civilian.

And the type of scars… a lot of those looked like burns and electrical scars. Several puncture wounds too. What was Danny getting into? Jason gripped tightened on the clothing in his hands. They needed to step up training.

“Clothing!” Danny cooed sleepily.

Jason shook himself out of his thoughts and delivered the clothing into Danny’s grabbing hands. “Be careful in the shower. I’ll be outside the door in case you fall.”

“I’m fine,” Danny said. “I’m not even bleeding!”

That really wasn’t reassuring.

“Still, be careful, Tuesday,” Jason said, making a quick exit as Danny started to pull down his boxers. He didn’t want Danny to remember all this after some food and sleep and feel like Jason had invaded his privacy or anything.

While the shower ran, Jason considered just what he could do for the snack. He thought he had some waffles he froze and he had to have some breakfast links in the freezer too, so pigs in blankets would be easy. No fresh fruit, but he had froze so a smoothie for vitamins and fluids. He might add some powdered mix to it also. Then he could tuck Danny in for a nap before he ran a quick trip to the grocery. A soup and some fresh bread would be nice and easy to keep warm for as long as Danny slept.

The shower shut off, Jason tried not to worry about the sounds of bumbling about, and then the door opened with a whoosh.

“Ta-da! I am still mostly alive!” Danny said triumphantly.

“I’m proud of you, Tuesday, a real accomplishment there.”

“Do I get a reward?” Danny asked, a hint of that feral smile that Jason had seen as Red Hood playing across his lips.

Jason cleared his throat. “Sure, you in a blanket, pigs in a blanket, and a smoothie.”

Danny hummed before nodding. “Deal.”

“So glad you agree,” Jason drawled as he deposited Danny on the couch and draped a red throw blanket around his shoulders. Jason leaned in a little to catch Danny’s eyes. “Now, stay.”

Danny wavered for a moment, leaning forward close enough to touch before he just slumped back into the couch with a wide yawn. “’Kay.”

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AN: I know you all have seen a few bits of this before, but finally got the rest of the parts done around it! There should prob be more after the last bit here, but wanted you all to finally have some Not!Writing again! Sorry for any issues, my fingers really are not doing what they should atm.

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[lueurjun]

ੰ first kiss with enha | ꒰ heeseung , jay ꒱

enhypen reaction—there comes a time in a lot of relationships where the next step is taken, and here’s how the nerve-racking first kiss experience went for you and your mans.

version two: jake and sunghoon.

. . . . . . . ꒰ HEESEUNG ꒱ ,,

he’s a feral boy

we’ve all seen that man flirt and hip thrust HE IS FERAL

so naturally you’d assume he’d be laid back and confident about the whole thing

but when it comes to you, he’s a pile of blushy mush that just cannot comprehend the fact that he’s even managed to bag you

in his eyes, you’re out of his league

bc you’re a gorgeous gemstone! have faith in yourself bby ur wonderful

and without realizing, you actually intimidate him a little

bc ur just so goddamn perfect

an angel if you will

so the idea of kissing you just seems… scary

because what if he doesn’t live up to your expectations and you decide to leave him?

he is terrified of disappointing you so it actually takes him a while to gain the courage

which panics you because why in the world is this man not givin u a big ol’ smooch?

does he not want to kiss you?

omg does he think your breath stinks and is revolted by you?

you’re both massively overthinking it

lil silly billys

and none of you want to bring it up because how do you approach that conversation?

like you can’t just ask him ‘oh yeah, hee, how come you don’t want to kiss me? are my lips crusty? does the idea of locking lips physically repulse you?’

anyways you’re a couple months in

and things are getting serious so he can’t be that sickened by you

and you haven’t run for the hills yet so you clearly don’t want anyone else

finally. he’s had enough

this man is tired of staring at your lips imagining them on his own

HE IS YOUR MANS HE DESERVES SOME SUGAR

to be honest at this point you’ve given up hope on him kissing you, and you’re much too nervous to make the first move

so you just kinda go with the flow

which naturally means that the last thing you were expecting when sliding your cute lil self into his car

was for him to lean over, cup your face and plant one tasty smooch on those lips of yours

you literally froze for like two seconds but once realisation settled in, you kissed that man back in milliseconds

heaven. cloud nine. neither of you wanted to pull away

unfortunately, you had no other choice

so taken aback by the sudden kiss the only thing you could think to do was share a giggle before you held up a bag full of treats for your date

gosh ur both so awkwardly adorable i can’t

“i got us snacks for the car ride! but you taste better.”

you’re so cute stop the little blush on your face after saying the cutest yet lamest thing ever

heeseung cannot resist tugging you back in for another little lip tasting sesh after that because you are the cutest thing to ever exist

he is an absolute simp for you AS HE SHOULD BE

. . . . . . . ꒰ JAY ꒱ ,,

despite being the perfect man material, he isn’t the most experienced when it comes to relationships

like he’s had a partner before, but it was never serious so the milestones just weren’t that important to him

but it’s different with you

don’t roll your eyes at me

idc if that’s cliché okay. it’s jay. you allow it. lose the ‘tude baby cakes i know you rolled your eyes

anyways:)

everything that didn’t seem so important in his last relationship suddenly seemed a thousand times more nerve wracking this time

because losing you is on the line and jay knows that he doesn’t ever want that to happen

suddenly he wants everything to be perfect because you deserve the world and nothing less

hahahahasleepingontheroadtonight

jay absolutely refuses to give you a shitty first kiss

it has to be romantic. and it has to be amazing and if you don’t like it then he will slide down the wall

clutching honey to his chest

sobbing

same tho that’s a mood

anyways yeah he wants to make sure that you get the most romantic kiss ever

meanwhile you’re not too fussed because it’s jay and no matter what, kissing him would be a dream

unless he’s like a really bad kisser but he’s perfect so he’s not

he’s taking his time to prepare everything

like he plans a candle lit dinner, rose petals, the finest food

the whole shebang

lemme be you for one day i beg

but two days before the dinner is set to take place

YES HE HAS A FULL SCHEDULE

the two of you are hanging out like normal and the vibes are immaculate

and you both want to kiss each other

the timing just seems right

but jay, the little dum dum, is fighting with himself

because does he really want all of his hardwork to go to waste?

you’re both leaning in but smoke is practically pumping from his head due to how fast his mind is racing

seconds away from those luscious lips

HE PULLS AWAY

absolute dummy

you’re hurt and embarrassed obviously

bc you just got flat out rejected and that’s just horrifying but it’s fine it happens to us all babe

and jay is panicking because well… you look like you’re going to start sobbing

“is there something wrong with me?”

the crack in your voice. the pain in your eyes. THE QUESTION ALONE

oh dear jay feels like he’s going to throw up

this is NOT how he wanted any of this to go

you start packing up your things to leave which is fair because you’re embarrassed

and jay is trying to figure out what to say or do

and then he just decides to be honest because honesty is the best policy

so you’re about to step out of the door when he gently grabs your arm

“look i’m sorry. i really really really wanted to kiss you… it’s just… i have been planning a perfect dinner for weeks so it would be perfect. i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just wanted it to be perfect for you.”

i’d fold honestly

i have no shame

and neither do you apparently because you can’t help but crack a perfect little smile

“so do i have to wait for this dinner or can i kiss you now?”

BOLD

you’re an icon

jay just kinda smiles sheepishly

and then he caresses your neck and tugs you into one of the softest, most amazing kisses you have ever had

firework inducing even, toe curling, heart thumping-

sorry i’ll stop

the point is, the kiss is AMAZING

maybe you didn’t need a fancy candlelit dinner to make it perfect after all

perhaps, all you needed was each other

i’m legit sobbing someone pls send help

[notquitecanon]

Insufferably Admirable // Astarion x Reader

Summary: After a restful day turns into a bloody night, your unspoken yet painfully obvious dedication to Astarion has put you in what should be a harder choice. Once Astarion realizes just how far you'd go for him, he has to begin to confront the feelings and realizations he's been ignoring for a while. OR that time You figured out the most effective way to heal a vampire and Astarion got emotional about it

Set at the end of Act 1, but not quite act two. Pre-confession but it's obvious they have some sort of feelings for each other

TW: canon typical violence, blood & blood drinking(obvi this is an Astarion fic), no use of Tav or (Y/N), one use of technical self harm (c*tting) but not in a self mutilation way??, mentions of manipulation obvi, reader might be a little too willing to help (totally not be projecting what???)

this is my first time writing anything for Astarion after hyper fixating on him for a month so please be gentle. I know it's a bit all over the place. (yes I could have completely left out the first half, but there isn't much actual dialogue in the second half and I like to put this guy in situations)

"Remind me again why you insisted on coming with me? I figured you’d be ripe for a day to lay around camp and let us do all the heavy lifting." You grumbled, scanning the crowded streets for a merchant. The goal was simple: get to the nearest village, sell off the extra weight, use the gold to stock the necessary supplies, and whatever the gold couldn’t buy… well, acquire it by any means necessary. No matter your path, through the shadows or the Underdark, you'd need to be prepared.

Gale had gone to pilfer for useful scrolls and maybe an enchanted item to snack on. Lae’zel and Shadowheart to a blacksmith for specialty arrows, useful armor, and any other weapons that caught their eyes. Karlach had carried the two trunks and barrel of items you had collected from your adventure thus far, finding you a wheelbarrow before heading back to camp to help Wyll with his preparations. Halsin… had taken his wild form and disappeared into the forest. Originally, you had intended to do your tasks alone, until- 

"My dear, I’m always ripe for a lay." Astarion twisted your words with a smirk, easily dodging the hand that reached to swat his chest. With a short laugh, he answered your question, his theatrics only increasing to more you argued, "To begin with, Someone- my fabulous self- had to make sure you didn’t get the whole group wrapped up in another laundry list of side quests- who knows what trouble you could have found if you were left all by your lonesome? A gnoll den? A kraken in the pond?  an old woman’s wagon with a broken wheel? a kitten up a tree? An orphanage with a leaky roof? Another cult for us to dismantle? Another temple to drop on me? Where would it end? You’re incapable of turning people away, it’s one of your insufferably admirable qualities."

"It’s called being kind, you dramatic elf." You grumbled, not prepared for the in depth analysis of your character. Trying not to focus so much on the fact he’d called something about you admirable.

"Second, knowing you, you’d sell all this off and still manage to come back to camp with them full. Honestly, pet, how have you managed to collect this much junk? You don’t even have a bag of holding." Astarion scoffed, using a single pale finger to peek under the lid of the barrel. It was just barely containing the countless daggers, goblin bows, pairs of leather armors, and dusty sandals. Your cheeks burned hot- maybe you had a habit of being overzealous in how eagerly you pilfered through all the crates you came across, checking bodies for anything valuable, and demanding the vampire to pick every locked chest the party uncovered. Hells only knew the thrill you got when you would find a buried chest.

"You never know when you might need something!" You reasoned, but swatted him away to hastily shut the barrel before the contents could spill out. It had taken you the better part of the night to pack it full of all the things your companions had convinced you to get rid of. The pale elf rolled his eyes, brushing past you so gracefully you didn’t feel his fingers in your pocket. 

"Really, my sweet? When, pray tell, might we need the collection of rusty necklaces you’ve amassed." Astarion held the bronze and silver necklaces up to the light, the red and blue stones sparkling despite the rust. His voice always like velvet, ruby eyes alight with teasing, "Far be it from me to criminalize accessorizing, but that darling neck of yours is tempting enough already." 

"Astarion!" You cringed, hearing your voice almost whine. Damn him for having that effect, so you cleared your throat as you snatched the jewelry back, "They are useful when we can sell them for gold." 

Astarion, having gotten the reaction he wanted, let you shove the necklaces back in a pocket before glaring at him, though it didn’t hold much actual malice, "Well, come on then, let’s sell the sandals for all the riches the village has to offer us." 

—

An afternoon later, you were smiling smugly as you watched Astarion grumble. Between all the goods and six different merchants, you were leaving with an additional 9,000 in gold, not to mention the additional 3,000 Astarion had managed to pickpocket while you bartered, and the items the two of you had managed to swipe. You felt particularly vindicated as he complained about the weight of the coins in his pack. 

"I’ll buy you something pretty in Baldur’s Gate." You cooed teasingly, to ‘appease’ him. Astarion spared you a deadpan glance before standing to leave, only making you giggle all the more, "Let’s get back to camp."

Astarion caught your eyes once more, scowl softening out at the sight of your bright smile. He was just about to say something sickeningly sweet and perhaps more than a touch vulgar when his eyes flitted up to something, pointed ears twitching at something you couldn’t quite hear. Until you could. 

The door of the jeweler you had swindled burst open, a strangled voice shrieking, "THIEVES! SOMEONE CATCH THEM!" 

Astarion must have been rubbing off on you, because for a moment you tried to feign confusion, looking around for the ‘culprits’ as if the dwarf wasn’t pointing directly at you.  Not that it did much good as several passerbys began to circle around the two of you. 

"Everyone’s so touchy about their personal belongings these days." The rogue scoffed.  Astarion grabbed your wrist and tugged you to him, so that your back was pressed to his and no one could sneak up on you. In his other hand, a dagger had already appeared. 

You sighed in defeat, taking your bow off your back, "No killing." 

"No promises." 

Compared to the goblin camp or fighting through the githyanki creche, disarming and incapacitating untrained townspeople and barely trained guards  was barely a warm up. Still, Astarion never left your side, an increasingly common occurrence when you found yourself in tight situations. Together, it didn’t take long to put distance between yourselves and your attackers, managing to get far enough to escape to the fight. Deflecting one last blow as the two of you passed by an open tavern, you incapacitated a rather pitiful guard with a blunt thunk from the pommel of your dagger. Taking one relieved breath, you tried not to focus too much of the trail of bleeding, unconscious bodies you and the rogue had left behind in your escape attempt. 

"Best we stick to the shadows before we attract more attention." Astarion mused with a cruel smirk, grabbing your sleeve and using it to wipe the blood off the corner of his mouth, his fangs glinting in the afternoon sun. The rogue only chuckled at your curses, giving some inane quip about the crime of dirtying his ensemble and how blood someone always looked better on you, "Now, believe what I said about you finding trouble? Back to camp before you find more." 

Before you could wrench your arm back or remind him that he was the only who got caught stealing, he pulled you off the main road into the alley adjacent- unaware of the attention that had already been attracted from inside the tavern. 

____

Ambushed in the night.  

A whole hunting party of Gur hunters. Willing to purge your party as they slept. 

And they were calling Astarion the monster. Fortunately, Scratch was an excellent guard dog. Waking the entire camp when the hunters tried to creep where you slept. Just as fortunately, there wasn’t a soul in camp that didn’t sleep without at least a dagger under their pillow. 

Your camp had become a bloodbath in the dim glow of the campfire. You had used the book you had fallen asleep reading as an improvised weapon, throwing it so hard it broke the first hunter’s nose. Lae’zel was single handedly mowing through three hunter with her long sword. Spells and incantations sent flashes of light from Gale and Shadowheart’s part of camp, and fire and brimstone lit up Karlach’s. There was yelling and cursing echoing in the cool night air, orders to take the vampire spawn alive and to kill the rest. 

And Astarion? Their target? 

He was where he always was during a fight these days. Right beside you, like a pale, snarky shadow. He had been the one to press your sword into your hand so you’d have more than just your dagger.  With him, you slashed and sliced anything that came near. Until the bastard appeared out of no where, squeezing in between you and the rogue. You would have applauded (more likely cursed) the near perfect use of an invisibility charm- had it not been for the poison-dipped stake raised against Astarion. 

This hunter was different, you could see it in his eyes. They were somehow devoid of life and yet also simmering with rage as they trained on your snow haired companion. This hunter didn’t plan to take Astarion back to Baldur’s Gate, not alive at least. He didn’t care about whatever orders they had, or what consequences would come for disobeying them. He only cared about driving the stake into Astarion’s heart. 

Astarion’s eyes went wide as well at the sight of the stake, realizing as you did that this was no longer just a kidnapping, it would be an assassination. Your thundering heart stuttered, blood going supernova in your veins before freezing to ice as your mind whirled through a hundred different possibilities and also went blank. Your own opponent, along with years of learned strategy, were instantly forgotten as blind instinct took over.  Every ounce of strength and speed you had was directed into a desperate lunge. In your desperation, you really weren’t sure if your goal was to tackle the hunter, grab his arm, tackle Astarion, or maybe even take the stake to your chest instead- you decided to choose along the way, as long as it ended with Astarion alive(ish) and well.

You managed to close the distance, one hand planted firmly to Astarion’s chest shoving him further and the other clamping onto the leather of the hunter’s gauntlet, the same arm poising the stake. With a feral sounding shriek, you pushed his arm so his aim was off. At the same time, your original opponent, frustrated at being forgotten, cast a wave of thunder that sent all three of you flying. 

Astarion, the Gur, and you flew backwards a good fifteen feet, the thunder shaking you to your very bones and splitting your ears. The breath was knocked out of you so hard you thought your poor lungs might collapse and you weren’t able to tell if it was the spell or the impact that did it. You didn’t have time to contemplate, the moment you were able, you scrambled onto your knees. With the same feral tenacity from earlier, you grabbed the hunter by the front of his leather armor, nails leaving scarily deep tracks as you hauled him off your vampiric companion.  With your new opponent, you rolled both your bodies until you were on top of him, knee to his chest. Seeing the look in your eyes, the rage left his own, pure survival instinct taking over. You didn’t even feel the sting of the slicing blow across your shoulder, too consumed with a singular mission. It was Astarion’s dagger you had snatched from the ground on the way that delivered the quick death blow. Halsin, in bear form, had appeared out of the tree line and took care of your other thunderous hunter, taking a defensive position around you and Astarion with a goading roar. You expected to hear something from Astarion- a snarky comment about your lack of technique, a snide remark about his assailant, or even just a stream of petty curses- but he was silent. You turned back to him, only to have dread flood every cell in your body. 

Nothing else mattered anymore, not the fight, not your injuries, and especially not your forgotten original hunter. Halsin, in bear form, had appeared out of the tree line and took care of your other thunderous hunter, taking a defensive position around you and Astarion with a goading roar. You barely noticed.

The moment you’d disposed of Astarion’s assailant, you were scrambling back towards the rogue, who was laying all too still. At first, you hesitated to even touch him as if that might make it worse. You called his name once, and then again when you were able to gingerly lay hands on him- one hand to his chest and the other pushing some curls out of his eyes. The stake, what should have been an almost useless weapon against anyone else, was still buried in his chest, piercing his favorite frilled collar shirt. 

"No… Astarion-" Your voice was breaking, thick and raw. Your eyes couldn’t rip away from the stake, protruding from his chest, the poison staining the white linen of his shirt a sickly green. The hand on his chest balled into a fist, bunching the unsoiled fabric in your grip, but something caught your attention. The tiniest candle light of hope in the rapidly encroaching darkness of grief. 

Your hand was directly over his undead heart. Anytime you touched him, your hand always fell directly over his heart. When you teasingly swatted at his chest, when you needed to steady yourself against him, when you needed to catch you balance… you always sought out his heart- subconsciously, instinctually, always his heart. Your hand was over his heart, and that gods-damned stake was four inches to the right. A tiny light, but a light none the less. It was then you realized you were calling the wrong name. 

"SHADOWHEART!" 

None of your companions had ever heard your voice that desperate, that scared.  All their heads snapped to where they had last seen you, finding Astarion pulled to your chest as you wrenched the stake out of the spawn. Astarion stirred only long enough the let our a gurgling shout that fizzled into a groan at the pain, and you could only hope he heard your soft apologies before you started barraging the vampire with healing cantrips. You didn’t stop until the words held no more magic, your supply of magic tapped for the night. 

The night air had changed, no longer fueled by adrenaline and challenge, now it was thick with urgency and fear. Each of your companions starting fighting towards the two of you, and when you locked watery eyes with Shadowheart you found her clearing her path with her spear. She had stopped using magic to fight, saving it all for Astarion.

"I’m coming! Hold on!" She promised as Karlach fell in beside her, battle axe taking over and sending two hunters to the grave together. Scratch and the owlbear cub had taking a lesson from Halsin and formed up beside you, growling into the night with hackles raised and feathers ruffled. 

"Just hold on, Astarion." You relayed to the vampire, who was completely limp against you his back to your chest, head tilted back against your shoulder which bared his neck to you, showing the fang marks on his pale skin. If you were capable of humor, you would have laughed about the reversal of roles, it was usually you baring your veins to him. But at the moment, his lack of movement wasn’t particularly amusing, so instead you laced his fingers through yours, hoping the warmth would bring him some comfort.  You pressed your cheek against his white curls, using your other hand to brandish his dagger just incase anyone got too close, and whispered all the reasons he was going to be okay. And that’s how you stayed until camp quietened and Shadowheart slid to a stop in front of you. 

___

Hours later, Shadowheart had used every healing and restoration spell she knew, not stopping even when she began to sway and sweat. Halsin had offered his magic and healing herbs, Karlach made sure there was always a bucket of hot water and a stack of clean rags available, and you hadn’t missed Gale trying to hide the scroll of reviving from you as he slipped it to Shadowheart.  Everyone in camp had been quick to gather all the healing potions, depositing them at the entrance of Astarion’s tent. Wyll and Lae’zell had slipped into the tree line to make sure the ambush was well and truly taken care of.  

And you? Their appointed ‘fearless’ leader? You had gone uncharacteristically silent. Your heart hadn’t left your throat, clenching painfully every time they jostled the rogue. Your hands were shaking too much, both from fear and white hot rage, to really help the two more experienced healers of the group. And the thought of being too far from Astarion made your stomach turn, so you kept rooted like a tree. But, you were grateful, truly, for all of them. Even if in the moment, all you could do was sit beside Astarion and pray to any God or Devil that would listen. You felt like a wild animal in a cage and a helpless child at the same time, your insides very well might vibrate out of the body if you didn’t melt into the soil first. 

The vampire needed all the help he could get. Aside from the occasional heartbreaking groan of pain or agony driven writhing, Astarion was eerily still. Barely breathing, less so than usual. His already pale, chilled skin had taken on a stony complexion, almost gray. And despite the inability to run a fever, there was a sheen of sweat over his face, clammy and uncomfortable. You hadn’t allowed them to undress him all the way, but part his shirt had been cut away to reveal the stab wound. It was deep, weeping Astarion’s already dark blood, and stretching out from the injury were black, twisting varicose veins that afforded you the cruel visual of the poison spreading. You wanted to take Gale’s revival scroll, use it on the hunter, and revoke the kindness of your mercifully quick death.  

"It’s like the effect of our magic is being dampened." Shadowheart huffed, hands glowing as she cast another restoration spell. The sweat on Astarion’s brow subsided briefly before returning. Halsin nodded beside her, taking a deep sniff of the stake. 

"His lack of blood isn’t moving the potions or antidote through his body fast enough, and this poison isn’t doing any favors." The druid thought aloud, taking some of his herbs to make a paste, "It doesn’t matter how many we pour down his throat if his body can’t absorb them." 

Shadowheart’s worried gaze flickered to you for a moment, before settling back on Halsin, "We’ll figure something out." 

You knew she was saying that more for your benefit, but you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge the pity. Instead, your grip tightened on Astarion’s hand as you swiped a clean rag to dab at his face. There was one more round of healing incantations and one more bottle of healing potion nursed into Astarion’s mouth. Your jaw twitched, watching most of it fall from the corner of his mouth. The same trail your own blood usually made after he fed. 

"I’m tapped." Shadowheart sighed almost ruefully, the glow around her flickering and then fading, falling back on her heels. Halsin stood, stooped slightly in the low ceiling of the tent, turning to you. 

"We’ve done everything we can do. We’ll try again with fresh minds in the morning. For now the best he, and we, can do is rest." His voice was calming, as if he thought you might start screaming again, but you just nodded, muttering something along the lines of thanks for trying, and not meeting either of their eyes as they ducked out of the tent.  

Since you had belligerently refused any of their magical attempts to heal your shoulder, Gale had done a rather pitiful job of wrapping it, taking some pointers from Karlach along the way. The wizard offered you a tight smile and a gentle hand on your uninjured shoulder before pressing a bottle of healing potion into your hand, "This one is for you. You’re no good to him if you bleed out all over the floor of his tent. We all know how Astarion feels about waste." 

"Yeah- fancy boy will be starving when he wakes up." Karlach’s chipper voice was still laced with a sting of concern. The tiefling didn’t touch you for fear of burning you, but did leave you with some roasted meat and a carafe of water from earlier in the night, "And it wouldn’t hurt for you to eat something either, soldier." 

Then you were left alone with your thoughts, hunched next to Astarion’s side, tired eyes examining the bottle after confirming the rise and fall of his chest. In your hand, the potion glowed slightly with the subtlest warmth, the scarlet liquid seeming to have a mind of its own as it swirled in glittering patterns behind the glass. Your injuries were meager, this little bottle of healing would have you as good as new. Bitterly, you flicked your eyes to the numerous empty potion bottles in the corner that had barely slowed Astarion’s bleeding. Your hand closed around it as you cast another look to the Vampire spawn beside you. His breaths were shaky and shallow even after Shadowheart and Halsin had exhausted every last bit of magic they'd had. Now in the quietest parts of the night, or maybe the darkest hours of the morning, your thoughts swirled, desperate for any sort of plan to latch onto. You had to do something. 

For you, Gale had said, No good to him if you bled out… He’d be starving, Karlach had been joking, His lack of blood wasn’t moving the potions enough to be effective, that had been Halsin’s hypothesis.

Blood. He needed blood.

The revelation was like being dropped into a freezing lake, determination razing the fearful lethargy out of your soul. With your teeth, you pried the cork out and downed the first circular bottle, the overly sweet taste a stark contrast to the somber mood of the night. For good measure, you did the same with a potion of superior healing and two bottles of general poison antidote, slamming them down so fast you had to ignore the churning in your stomach. You’d loot twenty more goblin caves to make up for the dent in supplies if you had to, in that moment you just didn’t care. You waited a moment, begging the powers that be for your ragtag plan to work, not so patiently watching the bruises on your wrist until they started to fade.

You felt it, the moment that you had been completely healed and there was no where else for that magic to go. And then, you wrapped your arms under Astarion’s, heaving him against your chest. You bared your neck, letting gravity gently swing Astarion's nose to meet your pulse point, his silvery lashes tickling your jaw. He stirred slightly, groaning at the movement, pressing himself into your warmth before stilling again. Was he too far gone to realize what was being offered? 

Realizing you’d need to play into his vampiric insticts, you huffed, shattering one of the empty vials against a stone, struggling to do so and keep his deadweight in place. Taking a shard, it wasn’t hesitation but a moment of stilling your shaking hand before you pressed a shallow cut to your neck, right above where his lips rested.

You hissed at the haphazard sting, not as gentle as the pinprick of his fangs were in the night, feeling the blood instantly pool at the seam, a single red ribbon dripping before the potion healed the scratch, "C’mon, Astarion-" 

The moment his name left your lips, or maybe it was the moment a drop of your blood hit his, regardless you could feel his instinct, that sanguine hunger, take over. The soft lips at your neck were replaced with dagger sharp fangs digging into where the small cut had been. The sound you let out was somewhere between a gasp of pain and sob of relief as you barred him against yourself, fists clutching into the back of his shirt like it would keep both of you rooted to each other. Somewhere, in the back on your mind, you thought about the irony of the position, being so afraid to let him slip away, like a rabbit latching onto a snake for fear of the serpent starving. Even if it meant being consumed. 

In that moment, you were so relieved he’d started feeding that you didn’t care that his fangs dug in deeper than they ever had before, much more animalistic than his usual polite nibble. You didn’t dare flinch or wince, in case that might break the spell. Instead, you focussed keeping the both of you upright, one of your arms wrapped under his own, your fingers splayed across his ribs, and your other hand cupping the nape of his neck. The angle had his silvery curls dusting your fingertips and your thumb caressing the sharpest part of his jaw. Never had you been so happy to feel that throbbing numbness in your neck. Astarion’s chin prodded further into your neck, deepening the hold he had, and with his own shaky breath, he swallowed the first mouthful of your blood. 

The hand at his ribs clenched, pulling him impossibly closer and twisting his shirt into your grip again as your pulse began to speed up. The increase of your heart rate only seemed to encourage the vampire, teeth sinking ever deeper to draw more blood flow. Clenching your jaw, you forced your muscles not to tense, it would only make it hurt more. This mouthful was quicker, Astarion seemed to be actively drawing it out of you instead of just waiting for it. He swallowed again, gaining the strength to snake his arms around you. It wasn’t a strong hold at first, but one arm snaked around your waist while the other cradled the back of your head, those long fingers finding their usual place in the locks of your hair. You couldn’t help the short laugh that escaped, relishing the cool touch. Your voice stoked another fire in him, provoking another instinct, your blood provided the strength for his grip to harden, becoming more cage like. As if he needed to worry about you trying to escape. 

He swallowed again, and the numbness spread, not just in your neck but into your cheeks and across your chest. Blood was racing, coursing through you and into him, and with it all the magic of the healing potions. You could feel him getting his legs underneath him, untangling himself from you. At the same time, it was getting harder to hold your arm up, the numbness had reached your fingertips leaving them fumbling at his curls before falling to his shoulder. Another long drink and you found your eyes starting to flutter, everything was starting to feel cold as a shiver shook your body. Astarion, against two centuries of vampiric instinct, started to pull back, and you didn’t stop him, but didn’t let him go far either. He was mostly supporting himself now, which was a relief because a fair bit of focus was freshly delegated to preventing yourself from swaying. 

"Take all you need, ’Stari-" You meant for your voice to be assuring and strong, but it came out breathy and slightly slurred. Astarion pulled away, the movement bringing you mostly out of your stupor. His ruby eyes were as sharp as ever once again, even if the shadows under his eyes were still too dark for your liking, and they stared into your own half lidded eyes. Other than the deep purple shadows, the ashen complex had started to even out, the sweat on his brow had faded away, and when you dropped your gaze, you noticed the twisting black veins were starting to recede and fade. Hells, you could get up and dance (very briefly before you passed out).

Even, with a foot in the grave, more dead than usual, and covered in both of your bloods he was unfairly beautiful. His eyes narrowed on your dopey smile, as if he your relief was a symptom of too much blood loss. If that was the effect of four swallows, just a little more would flush out the poison completely, "I can take it, love, just please let me help you." 

Astarion never considered himself to be someone that had to be coaxed into receiving a gift, and you were offering him one so sweetly, practically begging him. After 200 years of rats and spiders, you had put literal magic in your veins for him. Magic that was bringing him back from death to his usual state of undead. He could feel it bringing his strength back, allowing all the magic the cleric and druid had poured into him to finally take some affect. Your blood, his first thinking blood, was always delicious- sweet and metallic, a delicate blend of all the good tastes, something so intrinsically you. With the potions infused, though, if Astarion was to hazard guess what sunlight tasted like- this would be it. How could he refuse? 

Before he went back in, he placed a reverent kiss to the marks he had left in your neck, gingerly lapping at the wounds before sinking his fangs back into your tender flesh. This time, it wasn’t a gasp or sob, but a mewl, your frigid fingers once again digging into the flounced collar his shirt. If you both lived until morning, you were sure he’d gripe for hours about all the wrinkles you’d put in his favorite (only) shirt. Probably throw a proper fit about the stake hole.

Now, as the potions effects dwindled in your own body, you could properly feel the drain. The coldness crept up from your extremities but didn’t counteract the burn in your muscles, making it harder and harder to suppress the shivers. Your breathing was quick almost a pant, but you still felt like you weren't getting any oxygen. If you were thinking rationally, if you hadn’t gone through the brief grief of thinking you’d lost him, you would have realized you need to push him away, that you were approaching your limit. But you weren’t thinking rationally, no. You still were too busy grinning- as your hand had fallen from his collar, it grazed across the wound, now fully closed. Just a little more, you promised yourself. You felt him swallow more, he held himself up completely on his own allowing you to lean into him. 

Astarion was okay, more than just on the mend, he was alive and strong, the potions and magic were working, were the thoughts that were reverberating through your head as things started to feel farther away. Your desperation had melted away, leaving a grateful smile in its wake. It wasn’t completely on purpose, but you let Astarion take on more and more of your weight, barely aware of his fangs in your neck anymore, not quite hearing Scratch and the cub whining outside, the shivering even began to subside as it seemed to take too much energy. 

Earlier, you had drug him to you and held him against your chest almost crying. But, as more of your blood flowed through him, it had become juxtaposed. Astarion held you in place, leaning over you for the best angle at your neck. It was his arms that kept you from falling over, his firm hand that kept your head from lolling too far back. His bite became less fervent, his grip less cage like and more affectionate. His survival instincts started to give way to civility and charm. You barely noticed as he twisted himself so he could slowly, gently lay you down onto the bedroll that had moments ago been his sickbed. He laid you on your back, onto the generous stack of pillows he kept in his tent. He tangled his fingers into yours, just as you had done for him, his knees holding him in a predatory crawl over you, all without breaking from your neck. 

Barely registering the softness, it was the thud of your other hand against the floor that roused you, just a bit. It was also what drew Astarion’s attention, it took everything in him to withdraw his fangs. He gave each puncture would a diligent cleaning with his tongue before pulling away completely, lest he lose control and dive right back in. (Really, how could one person be that tempting?)

But, you had arguably saved his life, it’d be terribly impolite of him to kill you. When Astarion’s eyes met yours, your gaze was more than half lidded as you watched him- what little of your eyes he could see were glossy and fighting to stay focused, he could hear your heartbeat markedly fainter than he was comfortable with. 

You were watching him as intently as you could. In the dim lantern light of his tent, surrounded by potion bottles and bloody rags, Astarion was up and moving and breathing again. Revived and strong, his eyes practically glowing scarlet, and, if you really focussed, you could make out the tips of his ears becoming pink. Something that only happened when he was freshly well fed, nothing was left of his stab wound but the hole in his shirt, the frayed edges dyed from the poison and his blood. He could have looked like a angel, complete with the fire’s reflection creating a halo effect on his snowy curls, had it not been for the sheen of sticky blood drenching his chin and neck. Your blood- the blood that gave him enough strength to heal. How could you not smile? 

Astarion tried to come up with a snarky comment, but for once, nothing came to mind. Instead, he kept glancing between your intertwined fingers, glassy eyes, and that idiotic little smile. Your giddiness was beginning to unnerve him, had you been charmed or perhaps taken a hit to the head? With the parasite, he reached out briefly into your mind. His brow twitched when he was only met with waves of relief and gratitude, you were too tired for structured thought, but too relieved to give into the exhaustion. How could someone on the verge on exsanguination look so happy? And why in the nine hells did it seem to be directed towards his well being? 

The vampire was stricken, taking count of everything you’d truly done that night alone: fought beside him, tried to take the death blow in his place, comforted him, held his hand, cleaned him up, hadn’t let the others undress him anymore than necessary, stayed with him, circumvented his vampirism to find a way to heal him, and had genuinely tried to bleed yourself dry for him. Hell, you’d cut your own neck for him- not even metaphorically, but literally cut your throat for him. He could feel your warmth, your kindness and everything good about you settling into his very marrow. Something uncomfortably… gooey… stirred in his chest, something more and more worrying common as of late, when it came to you. Had his manipulation really worked so well? A feeling too close to sharp guilt gnawed at that warm gooey feeling. Was it really manipulation anymore? Gods, your morality was infecting him.  

“This is that Insufferabe admirability I was talking about ." He muttered into the tent, shaking his head as he watched your chest rise and fall, using his free hand tame some of the hair at your crown. It was then Astarion realized your eyes had slipped shut, your fingers, now just as cold as his, going limp against his. Weeks ago, he would have polished off the last of your blood and left you behind. But at present, he felt the sickening need to return even half the care you’d shown him. He’d have to dissect his emotions later. The rogue was glad the other companions had left supplies within arms reach, as it meant he could gather them without dropping your hand. 

"Ah, ah, ah," He called quietly, gently pulling you back to the real world, pleased to watch your scrunch your nose in the exertion of waking back up. Finally, that contented little smile on your face slipped into a frown, a protest against his interruption of your sleep. Astarion’s smile was almost apologetic as he helped you into a slightly more upright position, "Not quite yet, little love. It’s your turn. No sharing this time."

Another healing potion was pressed into your hand and opened for you, and you allowed Astarion to guide it to your lips, his pale hand guiding your own. This time, the warmth of the elixir was welcome, a comfort instead of a taunt, assurance instead of a plea. Astarion carefully watched you as you swallowed the potion down, noting how you shivered less and a bit of color returned to your face. When the potion bottle was empty, he traded it for a small cup of water, keeping a guiding hand on the silver chalice he’d nicked from a tradesmen weeks ago until you had enough strength to hold it. 

Though still exhausted and dizzy, you had the energy to throw him an obstinate look. Astarion feigned a dramatic sigh but kept a firm enough grip on you that you couldn’t lay back down, "All this for me, yet you won’t even let me give you water?"

Ignoring how it made the dizziness worse, you rolled your eyes, taking a few sips of the water at a time even if it was mostly just so he’d let you lay back down. Astarion was in one piece and you were exhausted, you couldn’t bring yourself to think about anything else. But, Astarion seemed very pleased with himself, squeezing your hand once again, "Good girl." 

If you weren’t on the verge of blood loss, you could have choked on the water. Still, there was a part of you that whispered in relief he must be better if he’s back to teasing you. Astarion watched you take a few more sips before you sagged back against the pillows. Your eyes closed again, but your breathing was deeper now and the hand he held didn’t feel as cold. Outside, Scratch and the cub seemed appeased at your improvement as they stopped their pacing and whining to settle at the tent flap.

This time, he didn’t pull you back up, instead muttering to himself as he gently tilted your head to the side, exposing his bite marks. No wonder you seemed so tired, they were much messier than usual. Vicious, was the better word. Not only had his two fangs pierced your delicate skin, but his bottom canine teeth had punctured through as well, and he could see the outline of his other teeth in the deep bruising grooves they had left behind. In unfortunate addition, it seemed in the height of his blood lust he’d made more than one bite, leaving your neck littered in marks. Astarion grimaced, it really was more of a mauling, “Apologies, darling, I’m not typically so brutish. Forgive me?" 

Astarion pointedly ignored how his heart lifted at the slightest nod you gave him, instead focussing on cleaning you up as gently as possible. The potion had stopped the bleeding, and he watched as the wounds themselves were slowly closing. Each swipe of the rag was feather light, almost not even there. The elf noticed you give back into sleep, this time not bothering to wake you again. Instead he kept working and fussing until the only sign of his feeding was the stained neckline of your shirt. Then, he gently ran a clean, wet rag over your face and hands, taking away the evidence of your tears and worry. Finally, he threw a cloak over you like a blanket, to hopefully ward off the last of the shivers from the warmth he’d stolen from you. 

Not stolen, he reminded himself, though the truth somehow felt more dangerous, it was freely given to him. The vampire settled in, laying across from you, the only part of you he could touch was the hand still holding his. Though, already in your sleep you had shifted towards him. Astarion frowned, eyebrows furrowed, the more he came to know you, the more he knew that you would give and give and give. Truly, he knew that he didn’t need to manipulate you anymore, maybe he never needed to, and for the first time in centuries, he didn’t want to just keep taking. He didn’t want to bleed you dry and loot you for all you were worth. Astarion was surprised to find he wanted give something back to you. He just needed to figure out what.

The nights events caught up to him once again as his eyes closed, listening to the evermore familiar sound of your heartbeat as it became steadier and the even sounds of your breathing as you slept, letting it guide him towards meditation. 

Gods damn you and your insufferable admirability.

___

Part Two Here!

Again this was my first time writing for Astarion. I also tried to balance things into being equal parts in each persons perspective. I just love when two lovestruck idiots have to confront their own feelings about being in love.

[nyx-is-missing]

hello! Can you write a Clarisse La Rue x reader where they met before Clarisse got sent to camp halfblood when they were little and were best friends then Clarisse left for camp with no explanation then years later reader goes to camp and sees Clarisse for the first time in years and it’s kinda awkward but cute

thanks :)

This is kinda long sooorrry, to help, the part where she gets to camp (kinda) will be in green

Girls on film 📷

Clarrise la rue x fem!reader

Warnings and explanations: bad words (take the kids out of the living room she swears) gender is specified cause it was written as wlw, but it doenst actually makes a diference, fluff, like two sentences, there is a kiss in the picture but they dont actually kiss sorry.

Unspecified parent gender for both sides so yall can pick wichever

Trying not to kill myself.

That was what i was doing 15 hours ago, just as any normal teenagers living (or as i prefer saying fighting for the soul to stay on the body) during finals week.

In my room there was nothing but piles and piles of normal work, piles for extra credit, piles of old quizzes to try to get me prepared for the new ones and a dumb incomplete project for photography class that was due tomorrow.

Okay ill admit, i had a month to make that, and all i needed to do was shoot pictures, but that was the problem, i prefer taking pictures of people, their emotions, whatever they might be, just never ceases to amaze me.

And my dumb project made take pictures of....landscapes.

Not too bad, if i had any actual real talent for that type of photography, but i dont, every picture gets ruined somehow, its the lightning, the lack of it, my camera falls, gets full of dirt and i get so mad that i just give up.

That whole speach was necessary for me to explain what i was doing 14 hours ago, and that would explain what i was doing 5 minutes ago.

14 hours ago i decided to shoot the photos, i could try many times before it got dark, and if o was lucky enough i wouldnt go insane before the golden hour, and could actually get some nice pictures.

I grabbed my totte bag taking with me only the necessary, camera stuff, the camera, some snacks and my notebook to upload the pictures before i went mad.

13 hours ago i was running to save my life.

And do you know that moment went you go through so much your mind decides to erase it?

That happened, now, what i do remember, i was sitting in a bench by a calm road not too far from the town, i had got some actually good pictures, some of me, some of the trees, some of a butterfly, maybe three cars had passed by since i was there, driving slowly, always saying hi and doing a thumbs up, normal, friendly people from the town.

And then i heard a noise that shook the trees.

I remember seeing something, but never what, i remember running to home as fast as i could, feeling my heartbeats in my neck, i remember the noise, but the people in the streets looked at me like there was nothing behind me and i went crazy

I remember getting home, having a desperate talk with my parent while they got my suiticase ready, and i dont remember a single word.

I remember a funny looking guy my age that got to my house, with goat legs and a more desperate look, and i remember one last hug before i left.

And thats all, aside from a hell of a lot of running nobody cares.

Aparently i passed out from shock or exaustion because i woke up in a unknown place, at night, in a hospital bed, with no actual doctors other than 15 year olds teenagers.

And a horseman standing in the corner, with quite a intelectual look actually.

And let me tell you guys that after the talk we had, if somebody told me i would marry queen Elizabeth within 4 days, i would just belived it.

Because nothing ever in my life would ACTUALLY beat up the level of crazyness of finding out i DO have another parent, they are just, A FUCKING GOD. GREEK. GODS. AH.

Then, after telling me my whole life was in fact, a big fat lie, the horseman... left.

Telling me i should sleep in the infirmary this night for precaution and that he was going to get me to a cabin tomorrow.

Like that was the most normal thing to ever happen to a human, he said goodnight and left.

While i sat there just trying to...basically form a sentence that wasnt "for fucks sake what the fuck was that"

I would have loved to say that i did slept that night, dreaming about glory and greek myths but that did not happened, at all.

I walked around the infirmary for hours, opening every cabinet and trying to make my mind to something, i searched for my stuff, and thankfully found my camera, with some pictures i hadnt noticed i had taken, one specific had a blurred thing in the forest.

When the first rays of sunlight appeared i got dressed, and decided that, in order to prove to myself (and probably to the mental hospital afterwards) i was not insane, i needed proof that i was actually living, actually there, being a demigodess, thats what they called.

Very few people were up already, and i did received some weird looks, it was clear nobody knew me, that was fine, i didnt knew anybody either.

I walked around taking some pictures, sometimes getting lost, but everything amazed me, the forest, the cabins, the stables, i found the entrance to a beach too, and then i got to the training area, aparently, i stayed far away, god forbid i woke up from this nightmare with a spear in my head, oh no, that would be bad.

Openning my camera i zoomed in the people, my speciality, it was sweet, seeing them trully smile, and not pretend for the picture, it was a genuine feeling the camera would keep forever, i zoomed around other peoples faces, but my camera focused on a face i could never forget, and she looked back at me, and realized i was there, but not that i was me, because she came towards me with a angry look.

Ill admit, the look scared me as hell, so much i tried to pretend i was never taking pictures of her, i slightly changed the angle and kept my face hidden behind the camera.

Do i need to say that did not fucking worked? No? Thank you.

"Who the fuck do you think you are taking random pictures of pe-"

She yanked my camera off of me mid sentence and stopped completely, looking like she had seen a ghost for some seconds.

"(Y/n)?"

"Clari?"

"How- what are you doing here!?"

She asked, with a worried look, still kind of confused, she did this look since we were little girls, and for a moment i had a big deja vu.

Two little girls running around, playing all day, telling each other secrets and stories, running to hug each other eveytime they were close, i still saw that girl in her eyes, but by her previous look, she did not.

"What am i doing here? What are YOU doing here? One day you dissapear without a trace, and your family said you went to a new school even though it was the summer, and now i find you sparring with a spear? You are that too? A demigoddes, i mean?"

I spoke fast, nervous, as if my time in the world with her would end just as it did once.

Instead of responding me right away, clarisse did something that maybe would scare every single soul she knew in the past years.

She hugged me. Hard.

Breathing me in, and not letting me go exactly as you would expect of someone who hasnt seen me in years.

"I couldnt tell you anything... it wouldnt be safe...im sorry, i missed my friend... i missed you."

I just looked at her for some seconds, and then hugged her again, this time i was the one making it extra tight, i was the one going insane by the reconforting smell of her shampoo, praying that she couldnt feel my heartbeats against her chest, and how strong they were.

"Just.. dont leave me again okay? And ill forgive you, i promisse"

[cozage]

Boyfriends and Birthdays

Monster Trio and how they celebrate your birthday!!!

a/n: this is my first time posting so Im going to try and cover all my bases here, but if i forget something, please let me know :)

characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

cw: fem! reader, some slightly suggestive content (but nothing NSFW), smooches

Luffy

straight up forgot

actually, he didn’t really forget, this man just cannot keep track of what day it is and didn’t realize it had crept up on him. 

Luffy is usually the first or second one awake on the ship, and when he goes to the kitchen for a morning snack, he’s surprised to see Sanji slaving away in the kitchen so early. He’s super excited…until he realizes the things Sanji is making are all of *your* favorite things. 

“OH NO. CRAPPPPP!! Don’t tell me her birthday is TODAY!!!” He knows that it is, in fact, today. 

he is FREAKING OUT internally and externally. Running around like a chicken with his head cut off

he bought a present though!!!! (Because Nami reminded him at the last island you were at)

runs back to his room to grab your present (and try not to wake you) and realizes he has no wrapping paper. Luckily you love to sleep in late and he has some time to figure it out

ends up wrapping your present in the News Coo paper out of desperation (sorry everyone who actually wanted to read it!)

when he sees you walk into the kitchen he slingshots over to you and gives you a big hug that knocks you both down

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!” Screaming at the top of his lungs and showering you in kisses even if it is too early for that

gives you your present and it’s actually very thoughtful??? A really cute top (that Nami definitely helped him pick out) and a full bag of your absolute favorite - and kind of expensive - candy. “I only ate one and that was to check and make sure it was the real deal I swear!!!”

during the day he is (not so) secretly trying to get everyone to throw a party for you after dinner but Nami already has it all planned bless her

Luffy always loves being around you but today he’s extra clingy. Always holding your hand, having you go everywhere on the ship with him, forcing you to take part in his constant shenanigans

You guys watch the sunset from the captains seat together while sharing your birthday candy

at the party he pulls you aside and admits that he forgot your birthday was today and he’s sorry :( but what else do you expect from Monkey D. Luffy???

you share a long kiss under the stars. He tastes like candy and saké. “I’ll forgive you this time, Future King of the Pirates” 

in reality, you’ll forgive him every time <3

Zoro

you wake up curled up against him, he’s lightly squeezing you awake

“Good morning, birthday babe” and he gives you a soft forehead kiss

Zoro loves lounging around and will lay with you and cuddle for as long as you want/need to before you fully wake up. 

when you are finally ready to get up and start the day, he’ll pop upstairs really fast and grab  your favorite morning snack from the kitchen and bring it back down for you to enjoy while you are getting ready. 

Zoro doesn’t really hang out with you during the day. In his mind there’s people you’ll have more fun with, and your alls relationship has always been the kind where you both do your own thing and come together when either of you want company.

that being said, he does check in a few more times than usual, and you find him working out on the deck a lot more than normal today. Not that you mind. You enjoy a good show.

at the party, he brings out some of your favorite sake that he’s been saving for months to buy. He hands it to you without a word, and doesn’t allow anyone else to drink it. It’s for you and you only. Even he won’t take a drink, even though you know he loves it.

as the party is winding down, he pulls you off to the side to enjoy a quiet moment under the stars away from the others. He hands you a beautifully wrapped box (since when did Zoro have such good taste?!)

Inside is a beautifully crafted gold necklace and earrings. The earrings are a smaller, feminine mimic of his own earrings, and the necklace compliments both the earrings and your eyes so perfectly. Almost too perfectly. You start to speak, but he cuts you off.

“Robin and Nami helped me pick out the necklace, but the earrings were my idea…mostly”. He is BLUSHING HARD. He is so embarrassed to give such a thoughtful gift and it is SHOWING. 

“Help me put them on?”

he’s blushing even more now “You really like it?”

you giggle at his embarrassment. “I love it. Almost as much as I love you.”

The crew doesn’t see either of you again for the rest of the night.

Sanji

you already know this man is going above and beyond for your birthday. This man is so obsessed with you and determined to make this the best day of your entire existence. 

you wake up to a cold bed. Not exactly uncommon, since Luffy is usually pestering Sanji to make food at random hours of the day, but you thought it might’ve been different since it was, y’know, your birthday. 

as your eyes glance to the bedside table, you see a silver bell and a note that reads “Good Morning mon amour. Please ring the bell the moment you wake up” in very elegant handwriting. 

with nothing to lose, you ring the bell.

in a split second, Sanji is by your bedside with the most immaculate breakfast spread you’ve ever seen. Fruit, toast and jam, mini breakfast sandwiches, bacon, eggs, everything you can imagine is in front of you. You can’t even fathom how he managed to cook all of this food AND keep it away from Luffy. 

on a separate tray there’s all kings of beverages as well. Champagne, freshly squeezed fruit juice, cucumber water. 

Sanji sets all the food down effortlessly on some stands and immediately scoops you up and showers you with kisses. “Happy Birthday, mon amour. I hope you slept well. What would you like for breakfast?” You almost can’t answer him because of how much he is smothering you in love. 

he sits with you while you eat breakfast in bed, tells you stories about him cooking the breakfast that sits before you (mostly how troublesome Luffy was during the whole thing). 

when you’re finished with breakfast, he pops into the closet and pulls out this adorable sundress you’ve never seen before. “I saw it the other day while I was shopping and knew it was made for you. I mean, if you want to try it on!”

Sanji was right, this dress was made for you. It hugs all the right places and is now probably one of the most flattering pieces of clothing you own. 

when he sees you, Sanji is ALL heart eyes. He can’t stop staring at you and fawning over you all day long

when you emerge from your room, you see the entire ship is decked out in birthday celebration decorations. Streamers, birthday hats, customized plates and cups and banners. It’s equal parts corny and equal parts endearing. 

“What do you want to do today, mon amour?” The question comes as a shock to you, because you hadn’t really thought about it. 

in the end, you decide to make cupcakes with him. Even though Sanji is super strict and particular in the kitchen, today he’s making an exception and lets you join. He’s surprisingly laid back and even though you make a bit of a mess that ends up with buttercream icing all over your face and in your hair, Sanji just laughs it off and kisses it off. “Hm, I think the icing needs a tad more vanilla, mon amour”

once you all have cleaned up and actually have fresh cupcakes, the whole crew comes and everyone decorates some each. Strangely enough, the three that Luffy were supposed to decorate went missing, but everyone is in such high spirits it doesn’t really matter. 

Sanji prepped a dinner for everyone else, but he prepared a special candlelight dinner for the two of you with all of your absolute favorite foods and paired with his favorite wine from the East Blue. 

at the end, he hands you an elegant box. Inside, there are two things. First, a little hand drawn “coupon book” of silly things you can cash in on for him to do for you. Underneath that is high quality paper, pencils, and paints. He knows how much you love to create art while sitting with him in the kitchen. You can’t help but tear up at how thoughtful this man is. He truly gets you and who you are.

“You know Sanji, I think I’m the luckiest person alive.”

“No, no, mon amour. That is *my* line, dearest”. He escorts you out to the party, arm-in-arm. And you can’t seem to bring yourself to pull away from him for the whole night. 

[keelt9]

Chapter 17 (Last)

Masterlist

A/N: Such a rollercoaster I had writing this one, even if it is not a sad ending, it's a kind of closure in a lot of ways. 🤧

However I think I got to the point I searched for, even took me more time than I expected. I hope you like it, it’s a long one so take your time. 

Thank you for reading!🍒

“Do you actually believe that?” I see my nephews walking inside of the house after long hours of playing with Max in a snowball war, rolling their eyes as they take out their gloves.

Max is sweating with a brightly red face, he seems like he just ran a marathon.

“Come on Max! If it weren’t for Checo that championship would be a different story.” She scoffed, walking next to the door to leave their jackets.

Max serves 3 cups of hot chocolate that mom just made. 

“Besides, don’t take us wrong but…” My nephew sipped his chocolate. “Sometimes you’re not that nice.” 

Max choke with his drink coughing for the bravery of a kid, they’re Hamilton after all.

I bite my lip for don’t laugh while observing the full scene in the hallway.

“Hey kids, what are you doing?” I appear making them run and screaming my name, crashing with me in a big hug. “Careful, careful, I have the cake in this.”

They smile while waiting as I leave the cake on the fridge, getting down for they hug me and give me a big kiss on my cheek.

“The birthday girl carrying her… our cake, have you seen that?” I say walking where Max is sitting to give him a quick peck. 

Max smiles surrounding me with his arm around my waist.

“What are you doing? Besides sweating.” They chuckles looking at Max.

“Smashing him in a couple of wars.” She said taking small bags of snacks for the cupboard. “He’s kind of slow and reckless, aunt. The worst combination for a snowball war.” 

Max mumbled some words, making them laugh. “Any mercy,huh?”

“They resemble someone… you know, a few months ago.” Max shakes his head.

I hit him softly on his arm, making him laugh.

Roscoe gasps pre announcing his entering, running quickly searching for his proper pats.

“Crike! Smelly around here.” Lewis enters with Nicola carrying the last bags for the birthday party of this afternoon.

Nicola hugs me and greets Max with a soft wave; he knows already won my parents' hearts, my siblings are a work in progress.

“Kids time to take a bath, your uncle is right, you're smelly.” She fakes a funny face after smelling their heads.

“All right all right.” They said in unison taking their things going upstairs to get ready. 

Lewis smirks seeing Max sweating. “Hard battle?”

“Not my best day.” Max grip his hand around my waist.

“How do mom and dad get used to this?” Nicola took a seat where her kids were. “This is so weird.” 

I roll my eyes. “The Dutch man is holding our sister by the waist so comfortably, in front of you?” Lewis sighs, giving Roscoe a snack.

“Have you seen them kissing?” He fakes a shiver. “I still have nightmares.”

I grab Max's hand seeing my siblings grabbing their abdomen for laughing so hard. “GOD! Let's go Max, you need a shower too.” 

“Wait, wait, wait, he can go alone!” Lewis shouts as we walk outside the kitchen.

“I know.” I turned around as Max put his arm around my waist. “But… I will make sure he has all he needs.”

I wink at them seeing his mouth open.

“Y/N!” The loud shouts make us laugh.

Our birthday party was incredible. We don't know how my parents made it possible but there were authentic Kebabs, delicious ones.

One by one my brothers and sisters were enchanted by Max; by the end of the night we were sitting comfortably talking with them as the first hours of the morning reached us.

Sadly next morning we must leave, or at least split apart. Max needs to be in Milton Keynes for a few meetings and me along with Thomas must be in the shelter.

By the way Max keeps moving his eyes from one side to the other. I can notice he's a little bit disturbed by the fact my nephews seem a little bit hesitant with him. We spend a full week with them but they seem hard to conquer.

“Hey Max!” The sound of two little voices made us turn around.

“Just…” My niece stops for a second looking at my sister who just nods slightly. “We usually spend a few weeks in Italy in spring, playing some tennis.”

I smile, jostling Max who looks frozen in his spot. “If you're available, do you like joining us?” My nephew completed her sister's invitation.

Max is blocked for the way he just opens his eyes and a small smirk appears in his face.

“But if you feel unc….” They speak probably believing they say something wrong.

“Two against one?” I laughed and stuck to his side. “It seems fair.” 

They scoff as they run to hug him, my nephew closes his eyes. “Please take care of her.”

I feel my heart in pain, even though we tried so hard to keep things away from them; there were days where they ran to me with bloated red eyes and broken voice. 

“Don’t hurt her, you don’t.” My niece said tighten his grip around Max abdomen. 

Max splits, going down to facing them. “She is all I ever want, I’ll be an asshole if I even think about it.” They laughed and nodded. “Still I’m afraid I have to ask you the same.”

I see Nicola who has a soft smile on her face and Lewis nodding. 

“Will you keep it safe while me…” Max pretends to roll his eyes. “And your uncle are in the middle of the season.” 

They giggle, ready to keep messing up with him. “Max, what do you think we've been doing?”

I laughed with my head backwards. extending my hand to Max. “Let’s go love, you only will get roasted every time.” 

Max scoffs taking it as we walk to the car. As we headed to the airfield I saw that smile on his face. 

“Are you happy, huh?” He tingles his finger with mine before kissing my hand.

“Give me a couple of months and I will surely be his favorite uncle.” He said raising his head, with a soft smile on my lips I stretched out to kissing his cheek. 

By the time season begins, all started to be in his place. 

We have a full competent team who will be in charge of the puppies and dogs that will arrive at the shelter, personnel that will be in charge to keep an eye on all I couldn’t and an amazing legal team.

It’s the end of the spring and the beginning of the summer causing some unusual rains, making the weather a strange combination between cold and humid. 

The sound of the door barely distracts me from the computer. “Do you bring the dinner?” 

Thomas and Mika are staying here for the weekend to have a break from their work in London; after all it wasn't a bad idea for the shelter to be here.

“Thomas?” I take out my glasses. “Mika?” Standing and walking to the door. 

But a big <Boo> as Max lifts me from the ground scares me to death; Max giggles as he holds me tight, I bet he feels my heart beat going crazy.

“Fuck!” I whisper, closing my eyes before hitting his arm. “You scared me!”

Max put me down grabbing my face between his hands. “Sorry, but you know you should have locked the door when you’re alone.”

“I’m not alone Mika and Thomas are…” I close my eyes. “Where did you leave them?”

Max laughs, giving me a peck. “They’re having dinner in a beautiful restaurant. Don’t worry they will come back.” 

He kissed me this time taking his time. “Very late.” He walks to the sofa but he doesn’t stop kissing me. “Fuck I miss you.”

I smile as he falls first with me straddling his lap keeping him closer as I surround his neck with my arms.

Next morning I woke up earlier, coming out of the bed carefully from not waking up Max.

“Morning, morning.” Mika is already in the kitchen making breakfast. “How do you sleep?” She smirks as I sit on the stool. 

I roll my eyes. “We didn’t hear you coming.” Thomas appears in the kitchen with fruit in a paper bag. 

“We just arrived.” Thomas said wink at me. “We need privacy too.” Also gives me my computer. “They need the photos for today.” 

I curse low, remembering I left that unfinished, they smile at me before kissing each other softly. 

After 15 minutes Max came down too, kissing my cheek, whispering, I love you.

“Morning everybody.” Mika and Thomas are taking breakfast to the dining room. 

“Nah, give her 5 minutes more, we need this for today.” Thomas said, crashing hands with Max who perks to my computer.

The photoshoot of Roscoe with the crew of the shelter, and a lot more of him, must be categorized by today; the ones which will be used for promotion, the ones who will be in the inauguration and the ones Lewis paid just because he loves Roscoe.

Max chuckles, kissing the top of my head. “Coffee?”

I nod giggling for the fact he won’t challenge Thomas' warning. 

“Hey, hey, one second.” Max turns around before going to the coffee machine. I pull him from the front of his shirt, kissing him. “Better.”

Max's cheeks turned red as a loud growl of Mika faded away.

After breakfast Thomas and Mika decided to go and spend the day out; Max and I decided to stay inside avoiding curious eyes.

“I almost forgot.” Max stands from the living room going to his suitcase, bringing back a folder. 

“What is this?” He gave it to me, and I took out the permission papers? 

“You said if I want you back to the paddock.” He sits next to me. “What a foolish question by the way.”

I giggled pushing him softly. “I must fill out the correct papers and get permission.”

I laughed covering my face with the papers. “Jeez!” 

“So, here they are.” I read it, actually papers from a permission. 

“Spa?” I see him nodding. “Why Spa?”

Belgium is in 3 weeks, next week he must be in Austria, I was expecting he wanted me there.

“Just because.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I mean yeah, Austria, whoo, but I will love having you in Spa.”

I click my tongue. In three weeks, I expect to spend the weekend helping my mom plan a dinner for my parents' anniversary .

“Come on lifje! You already left me to ditch in Montreal.” Max mentioned too that he expected to assist Montreal but we were in the middle of a review. 

“I don’t promise anything, I will try my best.” Max sighs rolling his eyes.

“If I don’t have another choice.” Max laid backs crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s ok, go.” I look at my mother as we walk around the backyard with Jewel and Roscoe following us. 

“Come on darling, you planned a whole shelter traveling, a small dinner for friends and family must be a piece of cake.” I shake my head seeing Jewel trying to jump over Roscoe trying to grab his collar.

That night when I video called Max, he raised his fist like he just won another race. 

“Great!, I’ll see you there.” He said as he sits on the sim

“Hold on, hold on.” I choke with my tea. “There?”

Max giggles. “You’ll know what it feels like to wait for your loved one to arrive.” Max sat properly with a big smile on his face. 

I narrowed my eyes, and any sharp comment came to my brain.

“I have to go lifje, see you in a couple of weeks.” The red face from the Dutch man dared to wink at me.

Even though my main plan was to arrive the race day I couldn’t wait to see him. I landed the day of practice; immediately the cameras were right to my face the moment I got out of the car.

It’s been months since I've been in a race, obviously speculations about Max and I breaking up couldn’t wait, but we just ignore it.

The incessant questions about my presence and which garage I will go to makes me giggle.

“You like to cause a lot of noise around here.” Alexa met me in the entrance of Ferrari, Leo in her arms. 

“Hi for both of you.” Alexa giggles as she gives a quick hugh. 

She points to my pass. “Which colour is it?”

I pet Leo's head as he licks my hand. “This time.” I turn it around. “Black one.”

If Max makes me wait, I decided to make him wait too.

“Such a mean girl.” I wink at her crossing the street to the Mercedes hospitality, where girls and men giggle, as they shake their heads the moment they see me.

I found Rosa coming out of Lewis' room. “What are you doing here? I thought you would be in that building.”

She points to the last hospitality of the paddock with a weird expression on her face.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Lewis came out of the room dressed for the first practice. “I knew you were coming but I expect you'll steal from here.”

I hug him as I answer. “I’ll be, but he’s messing up with me.”

Lewis shakes his head as we walk to the garage. “He never learns.”

Rosa completes the phrase. “Never mess up with a Hamilton.”

As soon as a camera caught me in the Mercedes garage the news started to fly all over the place and internet, with the strong suspicion that me and Max already broke up. The fire only increased when Mercedes posted a photo of me chatting with George and Lewis.

  >Keep it in the family. 👍

I bet when Max finally paid attention to all the noise, he called me, but I let it pass a couple of times; until the end of the day, where we crossed our paths on his way back to the hospitality. 

I pretend to pass next to him, but he definitely knows how to end my games. He finds the way to grab my hand among the cameras and reporters; I can hear the complaints of his team, but by the way his eyes seem on fire, he has a clear determination.

Max whispers so close to my face as he grabs my face and my waist. “With spirit of play, huh? Let me cut it out.”

I only have time to giggle before he kisses me with a smile on his face, if it weren’t for the sunglasses all the people would notice how surprised I am by his bold way of kissing me.

Flashlights and gasp is the only thing I hear and see when we split, but Max couldn't care less.

When qualy ends people notice a change of behavior in Max, even I start to worry about seeing him so anxious/cheerfully. He finished in the first place still he’s unable to stay still, literally.

“What's wrong with him?” Alexa asked me as we stood outside of the conference room watching the T.V. 

Max is smiling but it’s fake by the way he keeps moving in his place, even Checo is looking at him weirdly as Charles pretends not paying attention to him.

“I have no idea.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’ll find it out later, I guess.”

Alexa nods, walking away with Leo, leaving my mind and my trying to decipher the man in blue moving one more time in his place.

After he finished all his to-do list, I was waiting in his room, entertained with the remaining fuss of the kiss of two days ago.

“Sorry, late improvement takes more time.” I see him with his race suit at his  waist and a big black jacket.

“Oh, it’s ok, I’ll go and let you work, don't worry.” I stand when I notice the other black jacket on his hand. 

He follows the direction of my eyes. “No, no, we’re already finished, teams already leave but…” He bit his lip. “What about a sunset walk?”

“It’s starting to get cloudy, and it will probably rain.” I said looking at his back, where you still can see sunlight but the weather is getting humid. 

“Since when does the rain trouble you?” Max rolls his eyes walking right to me.

“I’m not saying this for me, I don’t want Marko to blame me for potentially getting you sick.” I grabbed his arms when he put his hands over my waist.

Max clicks his tongue. “I’ll take charge of that.” He kissed my nose. “Let’s go.”

I was about to complain but he helped me to put on the jacket, every time I tried to speak he gave a peck on my lips.

I expected a lot of judgmental faces when we came out of the room, however we found an empty garage, I didn’t say anything because outside of the garage I found a few members of different teams carrying things to the exit.

“So, where are we going?” I asked him when he started to walk to the track, his hand gripping mine tight.

“To the curve 10.” He said, with his cap covering his eyes it’s hard to guess what is in his mind. 

I nod, as we walk he keeps asking me questions about the inauguration of the shelter in a couple of months, and I gladly answer. He told me hears me talk is something he loves, because he usually does the talking.

When the flashing light of another thunder sparks the sky, I looked around, at this point of the track no one is here. “I think we should come back, I really  don’t want you to get sick in the middle of the season.”

Max pulls me as his arm goes around my neck but we keep walking. 

“Do you remember what happened in Spa a year ago?” He asks as we start to see the lines of the track that indicate the curve is close.

I giggle. “Barely.” I remember every little important thing.

“I gladly help you to remember.” Max sighs like he’s about to say a presidential speech. “A year ago, you useless tried to put me away, telling me you’re not coming back to the races and you didn’t like me at all, then in a desperate measure…”

I stand in front of him grabbing his neck with my hands. “You confess to me, I bet you wanted to kiss me like now.” His eyes move to my eyes then to my lips. “I liked you from that moment too, I just… I had my fears.”

Max nods but he doesn't kiss me, we keep walking. “Why bring this up now?” 

I saw it, in curve 10, a lot of umbrellas at both sides of the track from different sizes and colours stand with our favorite colors.

“Max.” I pout seeing all the decorations. 

“There must be lights too, but with the rain coming we’re afraid to cause a mess.” Max said as we approached the umbrellas. 

“It’s perfect, and what a view.” You can see the sun hiding behind the track tinted with red and deep blue the sky due to the clouds. 

I passed my arms around his neck to kiss him. “I love you so much, you know that?”

His eyes are conflicted. “You’re going to break up with me?” 

“NO!” I knew he wouldn't but it was the only way he finally saw me to my eyes. “It just… Ok, don’t freak out.”

I take a few steps back still holding his hand.

“I know we talked about taking things day by day, believe me I know, but…” He takes a graceful golden ring out of his pocket from his jacket. 

I hiss, making him worry as he grips my hand. “I… not in a way of proposal, just because I want to make a promise and a commitment.”

I narrowed my eyes to him. “You have a lot of necklaces and damn it, Lewis always gives you a bracelet for your birthday every year…”

“You can say, you want to give me a ring.” He gets down his head making me giggle. “It's ok, I panic because it takes me by surprise but I got it.”

Max put his hands on my waist. “It would be so lame a simple dinner, you know.”

“It’s been a tough year, huh?” I scrunch my nose getting lost in my own mind as I see the gray clouds closer and closer. 

“It couldn't be better.” Max words bring me back to the moment. “Yeah a little bit of craziness on the way but, can you look at us for a moment?”

He extends his arms. “I have the girl I never knew I wanted and needed in my arms in the middle of one of the most impressive tracks of the season, as she tells me how much she loves me, making me feel above one of those clouds.”

I scoff, grabbing his arms. “Fuck, Y/N I love you like anyone on the world.” 

For the way Max touched my face a tear was already falling down. 

I hide my face in his chest as he kisses the top of my head, feeling overwhelmed in the good way. 

“That means you will never give me that kind of ring?” Max laughs and vibrates next to my head in his chest.

“That means, I'm ready if you ever be ready.” I see right to his eyes with indiscernible tears on his face.

“Thanks.” He gives me a soft peck. “But I believe you should put that ring on my hand, you know?”

Max shakes his head giggling as he grabs my right hand putting the finger.

“Perfect.” 

A few drops start to fall, the dark clouds are turning in a clear gray. 

“Let's go, I don't want you sick. Who will I kiss at the end line?” That was enough for Max to grab my face and kiss me slowly, letting us feel our lips against each other.

“Never worry about that.”

A couple of years ago, I swear such love was only something you can see in the movies, after Caleb only made that statement stronger.

Until a f1 driver came in a race car crashing one by one my walls at the same time, with so much care making sure he wouldn't leave any dust of doubt in the way. Without a warning I am staring at my own movie, feeling loved and protected.

Walking back to the garage Max got distracted with the sunlights peeking through the clouds, as I took a few steps ahead of him.

This is about unexpected decisions after all.

“Max!” I scream, making him turn around as the drops turn in gradually intensifying rain. “Keep me busy.”

Max choked his head when I showed him my left hand, the ring finger with the gold ring in it.

Max blinks a couple of times as he walks closer making the distance short where he can clearly see the ring.

A huge smile on his face with red cheeks, and probably a cursing word in Dutch was the only thing he could do before crashing our lips together one more time.

“Don’t play games with me, lifje.” He removed a little bit of the beanie from the jacket to see my eyes.

“I do. I will marry you if you ask me…” He doesn't take another word from me, he kisses me again and again.

“I love you. Trust me, if you think the shelter will keep you busy, I have a lot of things in mind for us.” He says as he sees my hand, and the rain starts to soaked our clothes.

My most precious moment, a shared moment under the rain.

“Y/N Hamilton, will you marry me?”

[yokohamapound]

BSD Boys With a Nervous Flier S/O

For Amulet! <3

(I added Chuuya for me. :P)

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Edogawa Ranpo, Nakahara Chuuya

Contents: NSFW jokes/references, fear of flying.

Dazai Osamu

Don’t bother trying to hide it. Dazai can pick up on every tiny little tell, so unless you’ve got the world’s best poker face, he’ll figure it out before you say a single word. It’s all there, the shrunken pupils when he shows you the tickets, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants when you’re booking the taxi to the airport, the harsh, unsteady breathing when you’re queueing to check in. 

For once, wisely, he drops the double suicide jokes. The last thing you need to think about right now is you or him dying, and he’s that much of an ass. Most of the time.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, leaning in and whispering in your ear so it doesn’t carry to the other passengers in the boarding queue. “Guess what?”

You frown, distracted momentarily, and look at him. “What?”

His eyes glitter with mischief, and his smile widens into a full blown smirk. “You know how your ears sometimes pop when the cabin pressure changes? They say you should have chew gum or suck on candy.”

Your eyes narrow, suspicious. Dazai leans down to look into your eyes, grinning. 

“I don’t have any candy, but I’ve got something you can su—oww!”

He deserved to have his foot trodden on, really. Dazai might pout, but internally he’s smug that his plan to distract you worked. He’s got plenty more like that up his sleeve. 

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Flying with Fyodor is something different entirely. With the weight (and wallet) of the Decay of Angels behind him, he would never fly on a commercial airline. Normally he doesn’t care much - he’ll take a helicopter or some other type of solo plane. If he’s taking his precious myshka though, he’s flying in style. 

Naturally, he already knows about your fear of flying.

You can take comfort in the fact that Fyodor has literally already thought of everything. There are multiple contingency plans for any conceivable emergency onboard the jet. He has a backup helicopter. There are parachutes. There are backup parachutes. 

All you have to do is get dolled up and sit pretty on one of the luxurious recliner seats, being fed little tidbits of fruit and cake and sipping champagne. Fyodor has his laptop out, watching the endless screeds of incomprehensible information, one resting on your thigh, thumb tracing circles into your warm, soft skin. 

If you want a sedative, he’ll allow it, though his tone is subtly disapproving. He doesn’t like seeing you passed out (unless he’s been the one to drug you or exhaust you, naturally.) Still, if it makes you feel better.

He has…other methods to distract you however. Ones you’ll learn all about when he orders the cabin crew out of the main seating area and draws the curtains. You’ll be flying so high you might not even notice you’ve landed. 

Edogawa Ranpo

Ranpo has an easy solution to all your fears and anxieties—he’s such a baby that you have to look after him and you just won’t have time to worry about the plane going down, because you’ll be trying to convince him he can’t cram a whole gumball machine in his suitcase.

“It’ll fit!”

“You know it won’t! It’s physically impossible. You’re supposed to be a genius!”

“Well, I'm on vacation!”

He’s exuberant and excited to wander through Duty Free and buy all the varieties of chocolate and snacks they sell. Ranpo isn’t getting on that plane without snacks. Have you eaten plane food? That’s simply not going to cut it for the World’s Greatest Detective. 

It’s almost…calculated, the way he seems to rush off to a new thing every time your jitters start coming back. Your heart starts to race, your mouth goes dry, and then you notice Ranpo is gone from your side again. 

By the time you get onto the actual plane, you’re lowkey exhausted, and he still looks as smug as ever, his bag of chips rustling as he snacks in his seat. He opens his eyes, looks around the plane with that sharp, green gaze, then shrugs and settles against the backrest. 

“Nothing wrong with the plane, we’ll be fine,” he declares, tossing a chip into his mouth. “Do you think they have Ramune?”

Nakahara Chuuya

Chuuya is a well-travelled guy due to his position as a Port Mafia executive and enforcer. It seems as if he gets sent abroad now and then to look after the mafia’s foreign interests and contracts. Koyo seems to stay back more, acting as Mori’s advisor, so it’s Chuuya who racks up the airmiles. He generally travels first or business class, because he’s not about to be back in the cattle runs—sorry, economy. 

He’s so used to it by now that booking the flights, packing, and getting to the airport are a breeze. It’s so mundane to him that he’s a little surprised to find out how frightened you are. He has to admit, it’s kinda cute. 

He lounges next to you in your first class seats, a glass of wine in one hand and your hip in the other, cuddling you against his side. 

“Dollface, what’re you shakin’ for?” he teases, poking you in the ribs. “You forgettin’ who you’re flyin’ with?”

Oh. That’s right. Mr. Gravity Master himself. 

“So if something happens, you could stop the plane falling?” you ask, almost in disbelief. 

He scoffs. “What do you take me for? You’re gonna be on the safest flight in existence. They should be paying me to fly.”

[katealpha]

Art by Momo

Story written by Owl

“Hold on, I can get that!”

Camila paused, glancing back to see Vee hurrying up behind her, arms full of grocery bags. In fact, it looked as if she had a bit too much in hand, nearly toppling over with what all she had. Camila, meanwhile, only had a bag in each hand, both being fairly light at that. She smiled a tad, waiting until Vee had gotten up to the porch before stopping her. “Vee, it’s okay. I can still manage a door.”

Vee blinked, righting herself due to some bags nearly slipping from her grasp. “W-Well…yeah! But I-I just wanna be a help, is all. I mean…” Her eyes glanced over Camila, clearly indicating her rather large baby bump. Perhaps it was just Vee’s point of view, but she could swear it had grown since this morning.

“I appreciate your concern, mija, but trust me, I have the experience to handle this,” she remarked, though winced a tad. “Even if it is heavier than last time, heh.” She reached over, and opened the door. “That means I can handle a few more of those bags, alright? I don’t want to see you tumbling over before you reach the kitchen.”

“O-Okay…” she nodded, though seemed almost reluctant to pass off some of the bags. By the time they stepped in, their spread was much more even, though even then, it wasn’t that they got a lot of things, least compared to an average grocery trip. It was mainly snacks, spices, a few packaged vegetables, and a couple other odds and ends. Something to tie them over considering the rather shocking development that had just taken place.

“Phew…” Camila huffed, as she sat the last of her bags down on the counter. She glanced over at Vee, who was already hard at work taking things out and putting them away. She looked over at the remaining bags, and then down at her bump. Even with how big she was, she found herself feeling restless, almost on edge, rather than any level of exhaustion. Perhaps it was the magical nature of her pregnancy? Some adrenaline of all this happening so fast? Anxiety over this so-called ‘Destroyer’ she was warned about? It was hard to say; perhaps a mixture of them all. At the very least, she definitely felt the latter two most.

“Vee, dear?”

The basilisk poked her head from the cupboard. “Yeah?”

“Do you think you can handle the rest of the groceries? I…need to take a walk.”

“Yeah, sure…b-but are you sure you should do that?” Vee hoped down, and hurried to her side. “You’re basically full term, right? What if something happens to you out there? What if that weirdo from the museum starts harassing you?” She whispered that last part.

A small smile came across the older woman’s face. “Trust me, I’ll be able to handle that guy should I see him. Besides, I just want to take a quick walk down to the cabin and back. I won’t be gone for more than twenty minutes, I promise. Though, if you’re hungry now, I can make something for you real quick?”

Vee seemed to think it over for a moment, glancing out the window. It was getting a touch dark, nearly twilight. “N-No, I’ll be fine until you get back. Just…be careful, okay?”

Camila nodded, leaning down to kiss Vee on the forehead. “Of course, mija. Now you take a moment to relax. You’re much too young to be worrying this much.”

With a hint of her own smile, Vee nodded, and headed out for the couch. Once she was gone, Camila let out a long exhale, and started for the backdoor. On her way out, she grabbed her plaid sweatshirt, pulling it on but not even bothering with the buttons. If anything, it was to fight off the slight chill in the air that came with the late March evening.

She knew she told Vee she would be heading for the cabin, and she definitely was, but she wasn’t taking the usual path down there. In fact, she was actually going to that area for something else that was there; a memento of sorts, of someone important to her. Someone who may be able to share some guidance with her in this time of need.

However, it was still a bit of a walk there, so as she made her way through the pine ladened path, she let her mind drift along the cooling breezes of the night. Naturally, it drifted back down the path of her day, to the morning when she awoke, shocked by her sudden near term pregnancy, trying to reason why this had happened. Much like then, her mind went back to that night…what a strange night it was. It hasn’t even been a full twenty-four hours, but it felt like it was ages ago regardless. Every detail from that night was still etched into her mind, even things as small as Dumbo playing on the TV, or the pattern of the lash dish she was putting away.

It was three knocks at the door, at three minutes til midnight. This odd, rotund creature…a sesh, she called herself. A being of magic, like Luz’s friends. One that had been hunted by that horrible Belos. And now, it was still being hunted, by this new threat, the one she called the Destroyer. The language she used still stuck to her, always ringing in her head whenever she thought of her. His latest trophy. Whoever or whatever this Destroyer being is, it had such an intense hatred for this poor creature and wanted her dead…even if she was with child.

Camila’s eyes drifted down, gazing at the orb of a stomach before her. She was huge, even for a pregnancy of this measure. Much larger than she had been when she had Luz. Part of her was still surprised she had agreed to take the child, especially from such an odd being she had just met, whose name she only learnt mere moments before she…before she disappeared. Perhaps it was a shared sympathy between the two, seeing as both were mothers, even if one was yet to be…and now never will be, for that matter. If she had been in that same position, she would have wanted Luz to live. To be free. To experience life however best she could, even without her. Not to mention having the weight of her species' survival on her shoulders as well. Camila could barely imagine being the last human as is, and even less knowing she would have to give her life to save the last of her kind.

Still, the act of a pregnancy transferral was weird to her. Ignorant as she was to magic, what parts of the process she did glimpse seemed odd. Vee did say they were an older type of magic, but even then, it almost felt unnatural. Something no bigger than a golf ball shoved down her gullet, and all of a sudden she was pregnant? Yes, a woman’s stomach did grow during pregnancy, but it’s not like the baby actually grew in there. It must have…shifted around in her, or something of that sort. She was at least able to grasp that the egg grew overnight in her sleep, but how did it get into the womb from her mouth?

Perhaps some things are best left unanswered, she grimaced to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose, before continuing along the path. Twilight was now among the land, the final dim glow of the day before night would give way. The renovated cabin, the home-away-from-home that had housed Luz’s friends for a good few months, stood now within sight. Its doorway, having been enchanted by the child-like Collector to act as a link between the human realm of Earth and the demon realm of the Boiling Isles, shined on like a pink lighthouse in the night. Just a step beyond there was a world of magic, a world of monsters…the world Camila’s daughter was currently inhabiting, all but unaware of the challengers undergoing her homefront.

However, Camila instead passed it by, not even staying for a moment of reflection. To address that situation here and now, it was not something she was ready for. Later, for certain, but she had a different destination in mind. It was something simple, something rather plane, in fact. She had been out here a few times in the past, but the first time she had come here, it was long, long ago. More than a decade, and long before Luz was even a thought on her mind, or even his. She was a much younger woman, and he still had so much life left in him. Even as she approached it, she felt her eyes get teary; a regular occurrence, hormones or not.

She placed a hand gently against the trunk of the tree, where the etching was at. It had faded a bit, some of the bark growing back, but she knew what was there, and it was always clear to her. A thin heart, drawn fairly crude, with four letters joined by one symbol: MN + CN.

A soft smile came across her face. “Hola, Manny…” she whispered to herself, thumb brushing against the tree. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? So much has changed…Luz is back. Well, not back back. She went back to where she was, but now I know she’s there, and…heh, I’m sure you get it.” She looked down at her bump, and chuckled. “Oh, no. I didn’t end up with someone else. It would take someone just as special as you to make me settle down again, mi amor. It’s just…complicated.”

Leaning against the tree, she started going on about her life. The Boiling Isles, the Collector, Belos, everything Luz had done—“You would be so proud of her, really. She has grown to be a wonderful young woman.”—from saving the day, to making new friends, and of course her relationship with Amity. Then there was everything about that night, and how she ended up like she did. It was one thing to go over it in her head, but saying it aloud almost made it feel more…real, after all this time. As if she had some greater level of acceptance for this whole encounter. Regardless of the reason, it certainly felt a weight had been lifted off her chest.

“And now…here I am,” she finished off, turning to look at the carving once more. “It still is all very shocking, but being able to talk to you…I feel better about it.” She leaned forward, pressing her head against the tree and gently closing her eyes. “Manny…wherever you are, please…give me strength to make it through this. Having you around when I was carrying Luz��it made it all worth the while when we finally had her. Even if this child isn’t yours, it is mine now, so please…I hope you will be here for me. I love you…”

Opening her eyes, she straightens herself up, and looks down once more at her bump. Slowly, she pulled her top up, such that her belly was fully exposed now. A large brown orb of a midsection, heavy with a sesh baby. In an equally slow motion, she ran a hand down her curve, feeling how tight yet soft her skin now was. To feel something like this again instead of her typical soft center took her back. Between blinks, she could see herself with a different belly, still round but not as large. The eagerness she felt as she ran her hands down its sides…and the joy Manny felt as he felt it alongside her.

Camila took a breath, wiping a stray tear from her eye. “I suppose such is the case…after all, I am the one carrying you now,” she chuckled dryly, her hands gliding along the surface of her bump. “Hm…even if this isn’t the way I was imagining things, I was considering another child. I was picturing adoption as the most likely path, but…well, I suppose this does count, in some way.”

With a sigh, she pulled her shirt back down around her stomach, and turned around. She had already been out for a while, and that last thing she wanted was for Vee to start up again. “I swear, the last thing that child needs to worry about is me, of all people. I can perfectly…handle…myself…”

As she spoke, her eyes turned upwards, into the sky. The hour of twilight has now since passed, and the world was engulfed in darkness. However, above her were not any stars in the sky, or even the light of the moon, but thick layers of cloud. The air was still calm, however, and the breeze was still gentle. Should a storm be coming, now was the calm before it.

Yet the sight of them made Camila pause for a moment. There were differences, of course, but the similarities to that night were still there. The rumbles of thunder that built up to that moment, joined by the flashes of lighting, appearing in an alien shade of purple. The golden orb Lucci had encased herself in before ascending still glittered in her eye, even after it nearly instantly vanished alongside that streak of purple lightning. The speed it moved at, that horrible noise it made that still rang in her ears…and in an instant it was over. A downpour of rain, as if she had skipped the moment in time when a drizzle had started. Then she simply went to bed and slept, not even knowing if it was real until the next morning, where she discovered the truth of the matter.

As unlikely as it was, part of her still didn’t want to think Lucci was dead. It was like a clash between lawyers going on within her head, not knowing what was being defended and what was being said as the truth. The finality in her voice, the magic orb she generated, the wounds she bore, the Destroyer's desires; did any of it mean anything for her survival? The Destroyer had her for certain, so what would be the alternative if she wasn’t dead? Imprisonment? Torture? Perhaps death was a mercy after everything she had been through, but everything happened so fast, there was no way she could know. Perhaps she will never know, and perhaps that is for the better. For her sake, and for her new child’s.

A chill runs down Camila’s spine, despite the air remaining even. She tenses up, eyes going wide. A mere moment ago, she knew for certain she was alone, but now…it was as if a pair of eyes had locked onto her. She had no idea where, or whose they were, but she couldn’t shake the feeling: someone was watching her.

She doesn’t even bother to glance back, instead quickly taking the path back. With how big she was, it was fairly hard to get moving, but she made sure to keep her pace even and steady. The last thing she wanted was to make her fear clear. As she went along, she started to feel some movement within her belly. Kicks, soft ones, but persistent in the same spot, all at the top most part of her bump. Placing a hand over it, she felt a tinge of a connection, as if the baby knew just as much as she did. As if she was just as worried as she was.

In response, and to her surprise, Camila felt herself grow angry. Worried as she was, the last thing she wanted was any of her children having to be afraid in her steed. This threat, whatever it was, was her problem to deal with, and she would be damned if she would allow a single thing to happen to any of them. She didn’t care if they had some kind of ancient magic or whatever; for Luz, for Vee, and for her child yet unborn, she was going to stop them.

On her path home, she passed by the cabin once again, the door now more clearly illuminating the darkness abound. While she did not come to a complete stop, she did slow down ever so slightly, her eyes lingering on the door. With a small nod, her gaze narrowed, and she continued on back home.

Stepping up to the back door, Camila paused. Taking a breath, she collected herself, and then slowly pushed the door open. “Vee? Everything okay?” She called, walking in.

“Oh! Mom!” Vee perked up, her head popping up from the couch. The young basilisk quickly hopped to hear feet, and hurried over to her side. “Is everything alright? Did the walk help?”

“Yes…in a way,” Camila responded truthfully, a soft smile on her face. She still loved that Vee called her ‘mom’, something that always cheered her up a good bit. “Cleared my head a good bit. Though it also worked up my appetite. Up for some leftovers?”

“Oh, sure,” Vee nodded. “Some of that spaghetti would be great. I could…help? If you need it?”

“I think I can handle that myself, but thanks for the offer,” she assured her, heading for the fridge. However, once she got there, she paused, and turned back to her daughter. “Say, Vee…I was thinking, tomorrow. We could get up bright and early, and head over to the Boiling Isles? Luz should definitely be in the loop on all of this magic stuff happening here.”

Vee’s ears flapped a bit. “Oh jeez, yeah!! I didn’t even think of that yet!! That’s uh…that’s actually a bit embarrassing…” Her face turned a light shade of red.

“It’s okay, mija. This whole day has been rather crazy already for the both of us, so I get if it did slip your mind.”

“Yeah, I guess…” Vee admitted, scratching the back of her head. “But it will be good to tell her! She may even be able to explain what’s going on! Or Eda could! Or Lilith! I mean, someone should know there…right?”

Camila nodded, and opened the fridge door. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find some kind of answer, but let’s just wait to cross that bridge tomorrow. For now…” She popped back up, holding a glass dish of leftover pasta. “How much spaghetti do you feel hungry for?”

[likablemuffin]

Sleepover with the disaster twins!

(From: Random ROTTMNT oneshots, requested story)

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Well the brownie making was a biiiiiiiiiiit problematic...

But hey! Now they have somehow managed to invite Y/n over for a sleepover! And they were probably going to fight over who got to sleep with them....eh whatever.

They waited at the entrance to the lair but instead of fighting each other they simply stood next to each other and stared at the entrance sometimes giving the other a quick glance. (or glare)

Finally, after what felt like hours, Y/n showed up.

"Y/n! Hello hello!" Leo rushes up to Y/n and hugs them. Donnie looks like he wants to shoot Leo's head with one of his mystic guns while Leo shoots him a smug expression basically saying: "Look at me! Y/n is actually comfortable with my touch! Doubt you could do this." 

Donnie walks up and rips Leo off of Y/n with his metal arms. "Ahem. My greatest apologies Y/n. Leo is simply being annoying as usual."

Leo lets out an offended gasp and Y/n chuckles. "Is this sleepover going to be the same thing as the brownie making?" 

Leo shakes his head. "Nope! In fact no brownies will be involved!" Y/n rolls their eyes and smiles.

Leo starts to walk off. "Come on! Let's go play some video games!" Donnie glares at him. "There's other stuff we can do you know." Y/n chuckles. "But I want to play video games." Donnie looks at Y/n for a few seconds and blinks a few times. He turns back to Leo and clears his throat. "Well I suppose we could play video games."

Okay can we just discuss the fact that LEO IS THE MOST COMPETITIVE PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE??? 

Every single time someone almost beat him he would throw a fit and smack them with his controller. Well if it was Y/n he would just lightly punch their shoulder.

After they all played Mario Kart, they decided to play something else. They let Y/n choose. What game did Y/n pick? Wii Sports! Their reasoning was that since everyone has played it everyone should be pretty good at it! Wrong.

Donnie is......terrible at it is putting it nicely. 

He tries of course! But just...he cant seem to do it.

After a full hour and a half of Donnie being embarrassed and trying pitifully to keep up with Leo and Y/n they finally stopped playing. Donnie practically throws himself on the couch. 

"Let's NEVER do that again." Y/n chuckles and sits next to him. "Aww come on! Why not?" "Because I don't know if you noticed, but I was practically getting my ass handed to me." Leo flops on top of him to which Donnie starts thrashing around to get him off. "Oh come onnnnn Dee....you were greaaaatt!!" 

Donnie groans. "You're just trying to say that so I will admit I'm bad at the game." Leo scoffs. "I would nevvverrr!" Donnie rolls his eyes and pushes Leo off of him Leo making an "Ompf" sound as he hits the floor. Y/n chuckles.

Leo gets up and brushes himself off. "Alrighty then! I don't know about you guys, but I personally am literally starving, so I'm going to go get some snacks." Y/n quickly gets off the couch. "I want some!" Leo smirks. "Well then, follow me!" He does finger guns in Y/n's direction, to which Donnie groans.

They all head into the kitchen and Leo starts shuffling around in the cabinets. "Okayyyy. So we have some chips some....already popped popcorn?? In a zip lock bag?? Dang." Leo continues to name things while he throws them on the counter. 

After around five minutes everything is finally on the counter and now everyone can decide what they want to eat. 

Y/n chooses some Doritos (whichever flavour is your favourite :D) Donnie chooses some fruit and Leo eats the leftover popcorn to which Donnie is disgusted by. 

After everyone eats what they choose Leo speaks up. "How about we watch a Jupiter Jim movie!!" Donnie crosses his arms. "Haven't you already watched all of them?" "Yeah, but so have you! And besides Y/n hasn't watched any before!" "Nardo I meant that because you watched them meant that we shouldn't because we would already know what happened. You saying that I also watched them just helps my point." 

Leo grabs Y/n's hand and rushes out of the room. "We're going to start without you nerd!!" Donnie groans. "Did you not even hear what I said…??"

It took forever to decide what Jupiter Jim movie to watch, but they finally decided on one and play it on the projector. Y/n grabs some blankets and Leo grabs some more snacks. They all get snuggled in but Y/n made Donnie and Leo sit together, much to their distaste. 

As the credits start to roll, Y/n looks over at Leo and Donnie, only to find them both asleep on each other. Y/n smirks and takes out their phone to snap a picture. "Oh ho ho...now isn't this cute..." Y/n chuckles silently to themselves and puts their phone away. They take another blanket and puts it over Donnie and Leo to make them more snug.

Its then they realize Donnie and Leo fell asleep holding hands. 

"Holy heck, that's adorable-" Y/n grabs their phone again and takes a picture of them holding hands. They put their phone down again and turns off the projector. They snuggle into their own blanket and puts their arm around the disaster twins.

"Good night, you stupid disaster twins." 

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[didyoulookforme]

Omg you’re actually the sweetest :((( I don’t have any crazy good ideas at the moment but I think just a some cute fluff with young bf matty would be super sweet, maybe getting comforted by him while sick? <3

class is about to start, and matty’s already in his seat, one foot tapping against the floor, half-listening to hann talking his ear off about some new guitar he wants to get. what surprises him is that she’s not here yet. she’s always the first one in, books already out, ready to get started because she’s probably the only person who actually enjoys being here. but the bell rings, and she’s still not in her seat.

when she finally walks in, his stomach instantly drops because he knows something’s wrong. he can tell by the way she’s holding her books too tight to her chest. she doesn’t look at anyone, just stares at the floor, shoulders drawn in trying to make herself smaller. when she drops into the seat next to him, she finally glances over, and his heart stammers because her eyes are red and glassy.

he immediately mouths “what’s wrong?” but she just shakes her head, barely whispering, “i’ll tell you later.”

he doesn’t hear a single word of the lesson. the class drags as he keeps sneaking glances at her, mind racing through every possibility of what could’ve happened. in the two years he’s known her, he’s grown stupidly protective. he really, really likes her—not that he can ever say that out loud. not when she has a boyfriend.

or had.

because when he comes over to her house after school, he finds out the fucking jerk broke up with her the previous night. just ended it out of nowhere. and that’s part of why she’s been so quiet, so sad. that, and the fact that she’s got her period that morning is making it the worst day on earth for her :(

matty doesn’t really know how to make her feel better. he wishes he did, wishes there was something he could do to make the tears stop, to ease the way she keeps wincing and curling further into herself as if trying to disappear. it fucking sucks watching her like this and knowing there’s nothing he can do to take it away.

he hates it even more because he loves hearing her laugh. loves the way she talks his ear off about a million things at once, even if he can only keep up with half of it. and right now, she’s the quietest he’s ever seen her, barely looking at him, face blotchy from crying and wrapped up in a blanket.

so he does the only thing he can do and tries to make her laugh.

“d’you think he cried after?"

“what?”

“like, do you reckon he went home, looked in the mirror, and just sobbed? maybe even, i dunno, played some sad music. dramatically stared out the window, whispered your name.”

that catches her off guard. she blinks at him, and for a second, he thinks it’s not going to work but then she lets out this small, breathy huff, something close to a laugh, and he full on grins because that’s all the encouragement he needs.

he launches into every possible scenario of how miserable her ex must be right now. maybe he’s lying in bed, regretting everything. maybe he’s stress-eating a whole bag of crisps. maybe he’s writing poetry about her, except he’s an idiot and probably can’t even rhyme properly. the thought which makes matty beam because he’s obviously written songs about her and he is over the moon whenever she says she likes one of them. <3

eventually, she’s fully laughing, and the relief matty feels is immense. she starts yapping about something or the other, and for a moment, it almost feels normal again. until she suddenly winces, curling in on herself with a muttered fuck, pressing a hand to her stomach. because, cramps. right.

matty watches helplessly for another second before standing up and heading downstairs.

because she shares (almost) everything with him, he knows she loves tea when she’s upset, so he makes his way down to the kitchen. it’s cute how at home he is, filling the kettle, grabbing mugs, pulling together a snack plate and sandwich without even thinking. he’s just waiting for the water to boil when her mum walks in and he immediately freezes.

"matty, sweetheart. what are you up to?"

"uh—making tea. and, uh, snacks."

"so she told you what happened, then?"

"yeah. her ex is a proper idiot."

her mum actually laughs. “that he is.”

he grins brightly at that, then hesitates before scratching the back of his neck, asking if there is a hot water bottle. and she just points to a cabinet, still smiling.

matty finishes getting everything, ready to head back but not before he thanks her mum. she makes a mental note to ask her daughter again why she doesn’t date matty instead.

when matty gets back to her room, she’s still curled up, barely moving, and it tugs at something deep in his chest. she doesn’t even look up until he sits beside her, nudging gently. “sit up, yeah? have some tea. it’ll help.” she sighs but shifts just enough to take the mug, her fingers wrapping around the warmth. he hands her the hot water bottle next, and she mutters a small, “thank you,” tucking it under her stomach. he watches her for a second, then leans back on his palms. “anything you wanna watch?” he already knows the answer—one of those cheesy, girly shows she’s seen a hundred times but can never resist, and honestly, if it gets her mind off the pain, he’ll watch it a hundred more.

and that’s how they end up sitting on her bed, backs against the headboard, sharing the food matty put together while she talks nonstop about the drama unfolding on screen. he nods along, pretending to follow, but honestly, he has no fucking clue what’s going on. every now and then, he tries to ask a question—y’know, engage—but she just rolls her eyes and goes, “you don’t listen, do you?” which, okay, fair. he mutters a small “you’re annoying,” but really, he’s more than happy. because if she’s rolling her eyes, if she’s talking his ear off again, it means she’s feeling a little better. and he honestly loves when she’s snarky with him, even if he’d never admit it out loud lol.

after a few episodes, she goes to shower, and when she comes back, matty is just dumbfounded by how pretty she looks in her own space. not that he’s ever not in awe of her, but there’s something different about seeing her so unguarded, completely herself. then she changes her top right in front of him, and he barely has time to react before she’s standing there in just her bra, casually digging through her drawers for pyjamas. “i’m still here, y’know?” she just shrugs, “matty, you’ve seen me in a swimsuit. this is no different.” “it is different.” “how so?” he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, because he has no real answer. he forces himself to focus on a crack in the ceiling, acting unbothered, but his heart is racing so fast it’s almost painful.

now it’s getting late, and unfortunately, matty has to head home. he can’t stay too long, not when he doesn’t want her parents to get mad at him. but as he starts gathering his things, she mentions how she doesn’t wanna be alone. and of course, the darling that he is, he can’t just leave after that. not when she’s had a shit day, not when he doesn’t really want to go either. so there’s no real convincing needed. he literally walks out the front door, waves goodbye to her parents as they thank him for keeping her company, and immediately turns right back around, heading to her window to climb back in, like he’s done many times before at this point. and just like all those times, he still stumbles in way louder than someone trying to sneak into his best friend’s house should.

with the need to be quiet, they settle on the floor, backs against her bed, sharing her earbuds as music plays from her ipod. they take turns choosing songs, and matty can’t help but grin whenever she picks something he knows she got from him. and he can’t help but blush when he notices the matty / dlid <3 in the artists’ list where she keeps all the songs and demos he’s sent her. they sit like that for over an hour, letting the music fill the spaces where words aren’t needed, until it’s clear she’s exhausted. she climbs into bed while matty goes to her closet, pulling out the pillow and blanket he always uses when he crashes here. but before he can set up on the floor, she asks if he can sleep with her. “you don’t have to,” she adds quickly. “i’d just… like the company.” matty swallows, heart knocking against his ribs painfully fast, and somehow nods before shoving the extra bedding back into the closet.

from that moment, everything moves in slow motion. matty walks over, lying down beside her, not really sure where to put his arms, too aware of every inch of space between them. but then she makes the decision for him—curling into his side, resting her head and arm against his chest. they’re both a little hesitant at first, but then it just fits. he exhales before wrapping an arm around her waist, only for her to giggle because it tickles. he stiffens, mutters an apology, but she just shakes her head. “it’s okay.” once they settle, she tilts her head up, eyes soft in the dim light. “thanks for being here. even when i’m too much.” matty just gives her a gentle squeeze, assuring that he’ll always be there for her.

it’s not long before she falls asleep on him, her breathing slow and steady, completely tucked into his side. matty should sleep too, but he doesn’t. he tells himself he’ll stay awake as long as possible just to make sure she’s okay. but really, it’s mostly to soak in every single second of this, the warmth of her pressed against him, the way she instinctively curled closer in her sleep. it’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to him, and there’s no way in hell he’s letting himself miss a moment of it. and if it means losing a little sleep, he doesn’t mind. <3