#the saying goes 'if you can't take the heat stay out of the kitchen'

[octopiys]

I fear I've become obsessed with the Honey series

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iv. dinner de novo

(anon I love you thank you so much <3)

Cw: blood mention

You flit throughout the kitchen as Simon watches from the corner, the noisy buzz of the heat lamp filling the silence.

Simon Riley was not scared of many things. He can't risk fear in high stakes settings that he tends to find himself in. He has to stay strong, be a leader, and think fast.

Simon Riley is.... apprehensive. He wanted to offer help, but he knew that if you set your mind to something, you'd get it done. Anyone in your way would probably be smacked with the nearest spatula. He valued his life, thank you very much.

You had come back in with a handful of herbs that he didn't recognize, and with wet socks. Your heart had been racing, and he was damn well sure it wasn't because of the duck. He knew he'd be foolish to think it was because of dinner tonight.

Now was not the time to ask.

He knew, at some point, hed have to find out. Not that he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to press you into admitting something when you're not ready. When he had found you, weeks ago, scratched up, bruised, and bloody, a fogged up look in your eyes, he knew you had been running. He ran once, too. He knew some things were better left buried.

He knew that once you told him, he probably wouldn't stop until he found the bastard that had dared lay hands on you. His little stray that done more than enough for him, innocent, but not helpless.

Dog lumbers over and sits on his lap, yawning. He spares a glance at his bookshelf. Maybe when he got back from his mission, hed take you to a bookstore. He thinks you'd like that. A good girl like you, cooking him and his best mate dinner, you deserve a reward.

You yelp in the kitchen, metal clattering to the floor, and he's up in an instant, at your side even quicker. Blood pearls on your thumb, the thin slice going deeper than appeared. A tomato lay cut in half, the kitchen knife on the floor, the likely culprit.

Tears pool like diamonds in your eyes and he wants to kiss the salt away to make it better. He huffs lowly under his breath, heart spiking in his chest as he pulls a paper towel off the counter and gently, yet firmly, wraps your thumb.

Before you know it, hes chopping the rest of the tomato so you don't have to. His movements are jerky, unskilled, but the attempt warms your heart.

This is how Simon helps, you think.

The rest of dinner preparation goes by smoothly. By smoothly, you mean, you pick up the next ingredient and utensil, and Simon wordlessly puts out his hands, looking at you with his slightly droopy brown eyes, unrelenting. Your heart beats a little faster in your chest, and you hand them to him. The corners of his mouth pulls up, just the slightest bit, and he turns to the stove, or sink, or whatever you need him to do.

He is under your thumb, he is your whim, he is under your mercy, utterly dedicated and devoted to you. Don't wanna stress his best girl out, he thinks, glancing at you nursing your cut thumb with watery eyes and a nervous voice as you tell him what to do.

When the tomatoes are done, you tell him, they go in the ceramic tray with the onions, oil, paprika, and italian seasoning. It had taken a little while to find the paprika. You're not sure what that says about the store, but honestly, you're too far in now to worry about it. You cut the top off a head of garlic and stick it in there while Simon mixes it up. When he realized you were working while so gravely injured, (really, he's being a little dramatic. You've survived much worse.) he shot you a look, until you glared back at him, and he backed down a little bit. He moves to get the pasta ready to boil, and you cover the tray with aluminum foil.

You're humming to yourself softly as you put the tray in the oven, and bake at 200c (or 400f) for an hour. The salted water rolls to a boil, and you ask Simon to put the pasta in-

"Slowly, Si- I said slowly! Slowly, it's gonna-!" You laugh, tugging him backwards as the water boils over the side as he tries to pour all the pasta in at once. When the water settles, still giggling, you ease him back towards the stove, and show him how to properly add in the pasta. Really, how this man got by before you, you don't know.

When your hour is up, Simon leaps at the chance to take the tray from the oven.

"You'll burn yourself, Honey. Can't have that." He murmurs, flinching slightly at the warm air.

When the pasta is al dente, cooked to your liking, you strain it. Simon adds a few greens, half a lemon's worth of juice, and squishes the roasted garlic into the tray. You gag at the thought of adding coconut milk, so you leave it out. You stir in the pasta- slowly- and the doorbell rings.

Your eyes widen, flashing to the door, before looking at Simon.

"'S just Johnny, honey. Johnny and Peach. 'Member?" He says, voice gentle, hand held out. "I'll plate these up. Can ya get the door for me?"

Your feet are glued to the ground, your mouth is dry. Your eyes flick to the door. He's sure, he's sure it's them? You haven't had any... welcome visitors here.

"Here, I'll go with you. Bastard can plate himself." He snips, and your shoulders ease, taking his hand.

Scraggle is clawing at the door, while Dog sleeps against the couch. Some guard dog. Simon nudges Scraggle out of the way with his foot, before unlocking the door.

Your heart is in your throat.

"I told you he'd open the door!" Peach's loud voice was evident behind the door, followed by a dull *thwack!*

"Oi! I wasnae sayin'- Hi, LT- wasnae sayin' he forgot!" Says Johnny, sounding highly accosted, and slightly dramatic. You see him with a pout on his lips, and Peach's eyes light up when she sees you.

"Aren't ya so pretty? We brought a housewarmin' gift, Hon, hope ya don't mind!" She laughs, and your face flushes warm as she puts flowers in your hands. You glance and see Simon being handed a small bottle of amber liquid, before the two are ushered into the house.

"Ooh, shite, smells lovely, Honey." Johnny says, and you open your mouth to mutter a quiet thanks, before Peach interjects with a, "Language!"

"It- It's really okay," you hum softly. "It's in the kitchen, er- the plates aren't out-"

In the blink of an eye, Simon is opening the cabinet, and tossing a plate at Johnny, and handing one to Peach. Peach hands her plate to you, saying, "Cook gets the first dig!"

You flush, thanking her quietly, as Simon grabs a plate for himself, "accidentally" whacking Johnny over the head with it when he tries to reach for the ladle.

Simon looks.... happy.

You hum, an almost chittering sound, and scoop some pasta onto your plate as your stomach growls. Everyone else plates themselves, and the group migrates to the table.

You look... happy, Simon notes. As soon as the fork touches your tongue, you're shovelling food into your mouth, delighted at the way it turned out, but also ravenous, like you're worried you're never gonna have anything as good ever again.

Under the table from where he sits, Simon rests his hand on your thigh. His pulse beats firm beneath his wrist, and you falter. You take a breath. You don't have to eat like it's your last meal. It's okay. You're safe here, no one is going to judge you.

You smile at him, slightly relieved.

The push and pull of the waves, the horror and euphoria of being known.

This is how Simon loves, you think.

"Nae fookin' wonder yer so eager tae git home, LT-" Johnny practically moans through a mouthful of food. "I would take if Peach here wouldnae burn everythin'-"

"I do not! But oh my gods, Honey, this food is so fuckin' good, you gotta give me your recipe- pardon my language, but..."

She continues talking, playfully arguing with Johnny over a glass of bourbon, and Simon cracks a few laughs. You smile into your water, choking at some joke, and Scraggle screams under your chair for some pasta scraps mother, please, kindly donate a few to a starving Creature, never before eaten, Mother, you Do Not Understand-

You drop a noodle or two, and Scraggle yowls happily.

It feels... peaceful, in your house tonight.

Relaxation eases your shoulders, even after Peach and Johnny leave.

On the couch, you sip a few drops of Simon's bourbon. You don't usually drink, it makes you feel...... nervous, but a sip or two to relax wouldn't kill you. It was rich, smoky almost, and warm down your throat and into your chest.

Winter is coming soon, and the fire glows warmly in embers. Some movie is playing on the telly, and you're curled up against Simon's side. It took him a few moments to realize that you wanted comfort, and even then he asked to make sure. Now, his hand slowly rakes through your hair, gently scratching your scalp. Tingles rise on your arms every once in a while.

At peace.

Your eyes blink slowly, as you snuggle into him.

He doesn't take his eyes off you.

"Simon?" You ask, as if making sure he was still here.

"Yes?"

"Thank you." You say softly, a murmur. His heart quickens just the slightest.

His face is warm. "For what?"

You hum in response, hand drifting down to lightly pet Scraggle, who had fallen asleep right next to the couch, a note carried on by the warmth of the fire.

Your breathing evens out, deepens, and he knows he won't get an answer tonight. That's okay, he thinks.

His phone buzzes.

He yawns, thinking nothing of it, and looks down.

A text from John.

He opens it, rubbing his eyes slightly, before going back to petting your head, before cold flushes down his neck as he reads.

JP: Someone's looking for your girl.

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A/N: Hello! Thank you guys so much for the love on the past few chapters. I'm so sorry it's been a while since I updated, but I had a lot going on. Luckily, I'm okay and much better now, but I just wanted to let you all know that you're so so so loved! Also, the recipe in here is an actual, functional recipe. If anyone makes it, please let me know! I personally wouldn't add the coconut milk, but to each their own lol. see you next chapter!

[theladygazingatemptiness]

not to be dramatic but. for the last couple of months I've been feeling like my body isn't truly mine

[hairmetal666]

They're sitting in Eddie's bedroom, Steve propped up in the bed, flipping through some sports magazine, Eddie curled on the floor using his knee as a table as he scrawls notes for Hellfire's next campaign. Metallica spins on the record player, volume low. They're doing this more and more, being together and doing their own thing, music a soft backdrop to it all.

Eddie's deep into his planning, enough so that he manages to forget that Steve Harrington is in his bed. He keeps hearing something, though. It just manages to catch at the edge of his awareness, but when he fully tunes in the only sounds are Steve flipping a page, Ride the Lightning, the shift of blankets as Harrington taps his fingers. It happens a few more times, but when he tries to catch it, it's gone. Steve hasn't reacted at all, to the point Eddie wonders if it's all in his own head.

The next time, he's interrupted before he even gets back into it, that noise again, but this time, now, he's aware enough to see that it's Steve. And he's not, like, reading the magazine out loud to himself. No. He's singing along.

To Metallica.

And he wasn't idly tapping his fingers before. He was tapping along to the beat.

"You're singing along?" He asks before he can stop himself.

Steve looks up, a faint smile on his handsome face. "It's not too bad."

"Not too--Not too bad." Eddie's nearly screeching. Can't wrap his mind around Steve--"You've been listening to Metallica on your own? You've been--you--" He jumps to his feet, notebook spilling onto the floor. Steve's just looking up at him with big eyes and a gentle grin.

"Sure, Munson. You like it, yeah?"

He nods, mutely, unsure how he so thoroughly lost the plot that Steve's been listening to Metallica just because Eddie likes it.

"Got a taste for any other metal bands I should know about, Harrington?" He flops down on the bed, making Steve bounce a little.

"Well, Dio's pretty okay."

This time Eddie does really, actually shriek.

---

Eddie swans into the kitchen to greet Steve, who's already lounging on the couch with a beer. There's another one on the coffee table, waiting for Eddie.

"Just helped yourself, Harrington?" He teases.

Steve shoots him a look. "Wayne grabbed them before he left. What the hell took you so long?"

He can't say it's because he wanted to look nice with Steve coming over, even if they are just getting high and watching movies. Of course taming his hair took so long that he didn't have time to find a shirt, and Steve's knock at the door had him grabbing the first thing he could and jamming it over his head.

"You want chips?" He asks.

"Wait--Eddie--" Steve stands, pointing at Eddie's chest.

"What?"

"That's my--oh my god, I've been looking for that."

And, well, he had thought it was a little strange that the t-shirt he grabbed was gray. He pulls at the fabric, stares at the upside down Hawkins Tiger with a basketball in its mouth.

"It's my favorite sleep shirt. I thought Robin took it and you--"

Eddie's face heats. Steve's shirt. Of course. Steve stayed over one movie night, forgot the shirt, and Eddie. Well. He was going to give it back, but--

"Here, man, my bad." He goes to pull the hem over his head. "I didn't know it was your favorite."

"Nah," Steve says. He's sitting back on the couch. "You should keep it. You look really--" he pauses and takes a sip of beer. "It's nice on you, Munson."

He's sure his blush is a horrendous thing to witness, has to fight the urge to hide in his hands. "Right. Uh. Chips!" He whirls towards the cabinets, refusing to think about the matching pink stripes across Steve's cheeks.

---

"C'mon, Munson, you're hogging the covers." Steve's sleepy mumble cuts through the dawn quiet.

"Mmph," Eddie groans. Rubs the soles of his feet against Steve's shins.

"You're a dick," Steve grumbles. He shimmies closer, which is what finally does the job at fully waking Eddie.

"Wha--huh?" He blinks.

"You stole the blankets, man. If you're not going to share, the least you can do is cuddle."

"Uhh." Eddie is sure he's dreaming, but Steve's warm, strong arm slips around his waist, pulls them together.

Eddie doesn't know what to do. Where he should put his body. Does he relax into it? What do his arms do? They're not usually this rigid, right? But what do they do when he's sleeping? Somewhere in his gay panic, he has the presence of mind to grab the edge of the blanket and throw it over his friend.

"Better?" He asks. His voice is all wrong but maybe Steve will attribute it to tiredness.

"Mmm." Steve's grip tightens around his waist, his nose nuzzling against the nape of Eddie's neck. His breathing is already slow and deep.

Eddie can't imagine sleep finding him anytime soon. Not when Steve, his crush, his best friend, is holding him like this. Not when he now knows what the real thing would be like. Not when it's so impossibly out of his grasp.

---

Steve and Wayne are watching a Cub's game. Eddie's curled up on the couch between them, trying to work on a sketch, but his brain keeps skipping to a song he's writing. The lyrics have been easy, coming to him like nothing, but the melody...he wants it to be heavy, loud, wanting, but it won't fit.

He glances up at Steve, chatting with Wayne about some baseball thing called a ribee. His hair's not done, flopping softly around his forehead, and he's wearing his result-of-too-many-concussions glasses, the yellow sweater from that horrific boat ride, retrieved by one of the kids and painstakingly washed by Karen Wheeler.

Steve looks sweet, soft, relaxed. He laughs at something Wayne says, and Eddie's a lost cause. He's just fucking smiling at the pretty boy on his couch, hanging out with his uncle, too far gone to be able to fight it.

A melody forms in his head, and it's soft. Not sweet, no, but gentle. Almost tender. Nothing like he imagined.

---

It's early, early enough that Wayne's not home yet, but he got tired of trying to sleep. Didn't want to bother Steve, who still softly snored in Eddie's bedroom. So, he grabs his acoustic and his notebook, goes out to the couch to work on the song. It's coming along, really good, one of his best. He hasn't shared it with the guys yet. It's--he's not ready, lays him too bare.

There's a clatter from the kitchen, Steve's voice, deep and sleep rough, says, "Hey, Munson."

He pushes the guitar and notebook aside. "Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet, I'll--"

Steve shakes his head, pads into the living room. He's wearing the yellow sweater, a pair of Eddie's sweatpants, bedhead rampant. He curls up next to Eddie, pulling the couch afghan over his feet. "What're you working on?"

Eddie's ears get hot. "Nothing much. New song I've been noodling on."

"Cool." Steve's smile is little and fond. "Play it for me?"

"Ahh," Eddie says. His hand twitches around the neck of the guitar. "Not sure if it's quite ready for that."

"Oh, yeah." Steve nods. His face does something weird and squiggly that Eddie's never seen. "Just never heard you play before. Thought now might be...you know."

Eddie swallows, hard. "Well, maybe we'll get a show up at the Hideout soon."

"Of course. It's just--this is just you."

He blinks at Steve for a few long seconds, can't believe he's about to do this, but--It's not like Steve will know it's about him, anyway. "It's not a full song yet, alright? Just a verse and half of a chorus, so like. Don't judge it too hard."

"I would never." He can sense Steve's smile but can't look directly at it, knows it would kill him.

He situates the guitar, spins the notebook to read the lyrics like they aren't already burned into his brain, starts to play. His fingers are deft and sure, his voice a little rough, a little raspy with nerves.

The song ends and he's afraid to look at Steve, to see the thoughts written plane on his face. The silence extends, though, and he asks. "So, what did you think?"

"It's--that wasn't what I expected." Steve's voice is weird. Wobbly. Eddie chances half a glance at him, but can't make anything definitive out from his expression. "I didn't think--that's not the kind of music I thought you made."

He licks his lips, swallows. Puts his guitar down. "It's not usually."

"It was a love song." Steve says. His eyes burn into Eddie's.

He can't say anything for seconds that seem to span minutes. "Yeah, Steve," he says in a voice cut with gravel. "It's a love song."

"Eddie," Steve whispers. He reaches out then, thumb tracing along Eddie's jaw, the scars that linger there from the bats. "Is this okay?" He can only nod as Steve's hand twines through his curls.

He's shaking, just a little bit, not because he's inexperienced but because this is Steve, because it's happening, because their lips are meeting and a trembling noise falls from his mouth at the sweet way Steve kisses him.

It's gentle and quick, but they don't part when the kiss ends, stay sharing air as their foreheads rest together. Eddie can't stop smiling.

"Please tell me I'm not dreaming, Stevie" he whispers.

"You dream about me?" Steve asks, eyes blazing.

"I wrote a song about you, and you think dreams are a reach?"

Steve laughs, brushes a kiss against the tip of Eddie's nose. "I loved the song."

"Yeah?"

"Can't wait to hear the whole thing."

"Well, stick around for a while."

Steve leans in, kisses him again, longer this time. "Just try to get rid of me, Munson."

[augustinewrites]

Ooh shit I had the worlds worst thought— Megumi snapping at Fushigojo mom OF ALL PEOPLE in the heat of some kind or argument or bad day or something and blurting out “you’re not my mom” and then just AAAH IT WOULD BE SO SAD ALL FOUR OF THEM WOULD BE HEARTBROKEN AND MEGUMI WOULD BE SO UPSET WITH HIMSELF 😭😭😭🕳️🚶‍♀️

things have been difficult since tsumiki had fallen into a coma.

it's hard not to feel her absence at home. the empty seat at the dining table, the untouched laundry left folded in the hamper. somehow she's everywhere and nowhere, and it hurts.

you and satoru are heartbroken of course, but you can't begin to imagine how megumi feels.

at first he'd been quiet. megumi had always been quiet, but this was different. the two of you used to sit in comfortable silence, content to read quietly in each other's presence. now he shuffles to and from his bedroom barely uttering a word, silence hanging heavy as you try to coax him into staying.

then his grades had started slipping. you weren't awfully concerned. his teachers had been sympathetic enough to exempt him from final exams, and excuse any late or incomplete papers. despite his record of delinquency, he's always gotten high marks.

you could excuse these things. the silence, the grades. he's a little brother missing his big sister, and he's hurting.

but now he was starting to act out.

picking fights at school, talking back to faculty, giving attitude.

you startle where you stand in the kitchen when the front door suddenly slams shut, revealing a grumpy looking megumi. he kicks his shoes off, making a beeline for his room without stopping to greet you.

satoru holds a hand up before you can ask, walking over to the genkan to fix the sneakers.

"what now?" you ask, wiping your hands on your apron when your husband returns, kissing your forehead.

"suspended indefinitely for fighting," he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "he has to write an apology letter to everyone involved, and the headmaster said that next is expulsion."

"he can't keep doing this," you frown. "one of us needs to talk to him."

satoru is quick to touch the tip of his nose. "not it."

you roll your eyes (like megumi would, is that where he got it?) "yeah, it's probably best that you don't. he'd bite your head off."

he leans back against the counter, relieved. "yeah, i'd just— wait. you're doing that reverse psychology stuff on me again!"

feigning cluelessness is easy. "what are you talking about?"

"when you tell me i shouldn't do something and it makes me want to prove myself!"

"not my fault you're an incredibly prideful man."

"and just this once, i'll actually admit that talking to moody teens is not one of my many skills," he says. "this is your territory. you're the only one he might listen to. you've always been his favourite."

deep down, you know that he's right. you're the first one megumi goes to for everything. the first one he comes to with a new bump or scrape. the one whose side of the bed he squeezes into when he has a nightmare. the first one he talks to when he has a fight with a friend, or his sister...

you learned pretty quickly that megumi hated when people fussed over him (it came with his lone wolf tendencies) but he always let you.

so you steel yourself with a deep breath before knocking on his bedroom door.

"megumi?" you call gently. "can i come in?"

you decide to take his muffled response as permission, twisting the knob and slowly pushing the door open.

megumi's sat on the floor with his back pressed against the bed and his knees drawn up to his chest.

you close the door behind you. "thank you for letting me in."

he hums, peeking at you over his knees.

you sit on the floor across from him, rubbing your palms against your thighs. "i know that whatever we're feeling can't compare to how bad you're hurting, but we're worried about you."

"i'm fine."

"you're not, and you can't keep acting out at school."

"okay, i'll stop," he shrugs.

you should stop here. but you know megumi. he's only saying it because he knows that's what you want to hear.

you reach out, gently grasping his hand. "megumi, please. you can't keep this all in anymore. you always talk to me—"

"i don't want to talk about it," he snaps, jerking away from your touch. "can you just leave me alone?"

you flinch a little, surprised by the slight raise in his voice. he's never yelled at you. never snapped at you like that.

you're pushing too much, you realize. he's not ready to talk yet, you have to apologize.

"megumi, i'm—"

"just— just stop!" he shouts, expression stormy. "stop fussing over me, you're not my mom!"

to his credit, megumi looks like he regrets the words immediately, lips already shooting off an apology you can't seem to hear.

it does nothing to soothe the way your chest aches, full of hurt and a touch of betrayal. those words shouldn't hurt you as much as they do. he's right, you're not his mother.

but you don't even get to utter a word before the door swings open, a pissed off looking satoru striding into the room. shit. so he had been listening. "listen here you little shit—"

you stagger to your feet, stepping between your boys. "satoru, don't. don't! he's just upset."

"he can't talk to you like that!"

"let it go," you plead. "fighting is the last thing the three of us should be doing right now, okay?"

the three of you stand there for what seems like a lifetime, letting all the pain, frustration, and heartache fill the quiet apartment.

satoru shoots one last stern look around you before drawing a deep breath and focusing on you. you do the same as his hands come up to cup your cheeks, thumb swiping a stray tear away.

"we're just gonna give you some space, megs."

_____

"he didn't mean it," you remind satoru again that night, when sleep seems to be avoiding the both of you.

"i know. he still hurt your feelings though."

"well, he was right. i'm not his mom."

your husband tuts softly, reaching across the mattress and pulling you into his chest. "so what if you didn't give birth to them? you're something better because you chose them. you chose to love them and raise them when you didn't have to."

"of course i had to. they wouldn't have lasted a week in your care."

"oh? now who's being a little shit? i see where megumi gets his attitude from."

foreheads pressed together, the two of you laugh quietly. you feel light for the first time in weeks. the man holding you close, the boy sulking in his room, and the girl laying in the hospital.

they're your family, and you know they'll always love you as much as you love them.

waking up in the middle of the night to megumi squishing between you both (and satoru actually letting him) is as good a sign as any.

[luveline]

Helllloooo :) if at all possible, could I request a fic for when stripper!reader realizes that Spencer actually like-likes her? Maybe he finally makes a real move or plans a “fancy” date to show her how much she means to him? She definitely wouldn’t believe him at first/think she deserves it, but if it could be a happy ending, I’d appreciate it so much. 🥺🥺

🐈‍⬛ thank youuuu

ty for requesting <3 fem

He smells like coffee. 

"Hi!" you say, bending under the weight of his hug. 

"What are you," —he drags his face against your cheek— "doing here, I thought you were," —his hand cups your neck as he pulls away— "going to Moira's for the weekend?" 

"You sound so happy," you say, nonplussed. 

"Yeah I'm happy. Do you wanna stay over? We can go to the movies, or we can get takeout, we can do both." Spencer beams at you. "Sorry, I'm– I'm rushing. I'm just happy. Is everything okay? What happened to house sitting?" 

"Oh, nothing, she missed her flight," you say. "Can I come in?" 

Spencer ushers you inside. His apartment is cleaner than usual. He's actually had time to clean, it seems, the faint scent of disinfectant alive in the kitchen and fresh laundry folded on the table behind the couch. He follows your eyes. "I did the stuff you left, last time. But I ended up with like, three pairs of your socks? How did that happen?" 

"You didn't have to." 

"Why wouldn't I?" He goes to walk off but stops, twisting around to give you another hug from the side. "Tea?" 

Your face feels hot. "Yes, please." 

Spencer takes to the kitchen to make tea, one of your shared routines. He grabs the kettle from the cabinet, two mugs, and two teabags. You don't know why you stay in the living room as he fills the kettle. He's putting it on the stove when he says, "Oh, hey, I got you, uh– you liked my soap, right? The chamomile? So I got you some. It's in my room, and I got you some of your chocolates from Leaven." 

"You did?" 

You fail to hide your excitement. Spencer waves you away without looking. "They're with the soap."  

You laugh to yourself, leaning down to pull your sneakers off of your heels. You leave them by the couch and slip over the hardwood into his room, where your promised soap and chocolate sit on one of his desks. He calls them your chocolates, but you only ever tried them because he saw you looking at them one time and bought them as a surprise. You've been hooked on them ever since. 

You're thinking about what joke you can make to hear him laugh. Something on the nose about him ruining your future career aspirations or a flirty nothing, maybe. You just want me to fall out of shape so I can't work. 

The suitcase on the bed distracts you. Open, half packed. 

"Are you going somewhere?" you ask him, chocolates and soap held loosely to your stomach. 

Spencer takes the kettle off of the heat, bringing it to the two mugs to top them one at a time. "What?" 

"Your suitcase?" 

His shoulders tighten just so. "Well, there's this convention happening but I hate driving in the dark, so I figured I'd stay up there." 

"When, tonight?" 

"Yeah." He picks up the mugs and shoots you a smile. "But obviously I'm not going now." 

Obviously? Spencer rounds the side of the couch to sit down, murmuring for you to come and sit with him. You follow his order without question, setting yourself on the couch cushion beside him, and find there's little resistance in you to leave space between your thighs. He leans into you as soon as he's able and hands you your mug. 

There's something in his eyes. A warmth. A real affection. "I'd definitely rather be with you here than without you there. Even if there's a guest speaker who's actually managed to split shared arteries between conjoined twins while they're still in the womb." 

"You're interested in that stuff?" 

"Just for fun." He doesn't drink his tea. He probably didn't want any, a coffee mug already on the table, but he always makes two cups. You think it might be so you don't feel like you're an imposition. He's that special brand of thoughtful. 

"Can I ask you something?" you ask, your heartbeat a tangible thump under your skin. It's a silly question guided by a stupid thought, but you have to ask. You've always wanted to see other people's hands, so to speak, uncomfortable with the unknown. 

"Anything." 

You've exposed the most private parts of you and still it's hard to be vulnerable. It's easier knowing you're with Spencer, but not easy. "Do you like me?" 

Spencer doesn't do either of you the disservice of pretending he doesn't know what you mean. His voice is measured but shyness creeps in, an almost questioning lilt to his words as he says, "Well, yeah. I thought you already knew that." 

"I thought you… appreciated the aesthetic of me." 

"I do." He looks at your forehead rather than your eyes. "You know you're pretty, and your dancing, it's– it's pretty too. I think you're beautiful, but that's really not the only thing about you. You've been remarkably easy to fall for." 

His cheeks are suddenly red. A blotchy staining under his cheekbones and up over the bridge of his nose. He wouldn't lie, but the blush cements that he's telling the truth. Spencer really, truly likes you, enough to buy you the gifts that sit in your lap and to cancel trips. He'd rather stay home with you and drink tea on the couch than be anywhere else. 

"Spence, if you think it was easy for you, you have no idea what it's been like for me," you say quietly. That draws his eyeline back to your face. You smile at him gently. "No idea." 

He puts his mug down on the table to hug you. "Careful of your tea," he says, his smile audible.

You hug his arm to your chest with one hand. When he kisses the side of your head, you're pleasantly shocked. 

"I didn't realise," you say. "Sorry, Spence, I never–" Never thought you'd like me like that. "I didn't know." 

"I was just waiting for you to catch up." 

[raynewolferune]

Battle of the Not It

Just me pushing my personal agenda that the Battle for the Cowl makes no freaking sense once again.

I want to see the Battle of the Not It, Nose Goes, Worst out of 126+ Rounds of Rock Paper Siscors Takes It, etc. Basically, the Batfam throwing down in Bruce's absence to Not Be The One Who Inherits (TM). No one wants dear dad's emo fursona but they all agree someone has to take it. The resulting Loser Gets Batmanned sibling war throws Gotham into chaos, Oracle's keeping score of everything, the one with the lowest score at the end of every week is stuck with Batman Duty the following week.

Damian hates loosing his swords everytime he gets stuck doing Batman. Tim can't stand losing his tech. Jason misses his guns. Cass hates having to talk on can't use words days. Staphanie hates doing the voice. Dick can't tolerate being unable to smile. Duke needs his freaking sleep. The list goes on because they've all agreed they hate to embody Bruce's Batman, no one can put their own flare on it (Gun!Batman will not happen on their watch and they won't risk any other equally horrible variation either.) The resulting sibling war takes place 24/7 in the masks and the criminals and citizens of Gotham are as awed as they are horrified by it.

The strangest alliances form and disolve week to week. Dick cheats whenever he gets close to loosing and dips out because "Bludhaven needs him." Cass flits off to China on a last minute mission when too many of her siblings start forming up an alliance against her. Steph breaks her leg (she says it's an accident but Tim has very vocal doubts about that). Tim, Duke, and Damien start teaming up against Jason frequently and Red Hood gets stuck doing Batman practically every other week. Other weeks, Jason picks one of them as Robin for his Batman week (rotating between them as revenge) and forces a temporary alliance to make another of them Batman for the next week. Alfred encourages the four's little rivalry and manages to finagle them into all staying in the manor full time with him.

Just Batfam bonding shenanigans over how much they all Do Not want to be Batman.

And when Bruce comes back Babs naturally has a highlight reel waiting for him. Some of the gems include: Steph in a cast with crutches say "oh no, I broke my leg, however will I be Batman now" in the most deadpan voice. Dick 'answering' an obviously turned off cell phone pretending it's an emergency calling him back to Bludhaven. Cass saluting the security camera as she leaves with a full duffle bag in the dead of night. Jason in the Batsuit, minus cowl, storming into the kitchen shouting "you little shits are conspiring against me!" As Tim, Duke, and Damien are crowded around the island with a bunch of documents clearing planning something. A heated game of Rock Paper Scissors between Dick, Jason, and Tim with the rest of the batkids watching (having already won their freedom from the cowl for the following week). Duke wearing the cowl and asking Oracle repeatedly over coms if it's time for bed yet. Damien throwing a full on tantrum trying to get out of wearing the physical cowl "it's unnecessary and impractical!"

Oracle sends him the reel a day after his return during the standard Justice League team meeting, helpfully projecting it so everyone can see. The reels starts with an argument in the Bat Cave between all of Batman's (previously unknown to the Justice League) children:

"Well, Dickhead, I guess this means you're it now." The clip starts with a red helmeted man speaking.

"The fuck?" Nightwing asks on screen.

"You're Batman now." The teenager with yellow bandoliers replies from where he sits in front of an enormous computer. A girl in purple and another in black both nod. (At this point, it begins to dawn on members of the Justice League that this is footage from the fabled Bat Cave they're seeing.)

"Oh, fuck that!" Nightwing answers. "Not it!" He shouts. The boy with the bandoliers jolts and then says seemingly reflexively.

"Nose goes!" Bandolier boy calls out hand shooting up and touching his nose as he speaks. Both girls and Nightwing react immediately following suit. A smaller boy with a sword copies them a half second later. The red helmeted man sputters.

"Wha-that-NO! NO NO NO NO NO! I am not the one! Fuck no!"

"You snooze you loose, Bro." Nightwings tells him.

There's a pause, red helmet starts laughing, pulls the helmet off slowly to reveal a red domino underneath, and lazily touches his nose with a sharp grin.

"You're right, Bro." He says teasingly. "And Signal's still sleeping." A short pause and then all the people on screen are laughing.

"Oh," bandoliers gasps out between giggles. "He is gonna be so pissed in the morning."

[bubbles0bop]

Yuta Okkotsu Relationship Headcanons

My craving for content has led me to this

Under the cut^

Contains: Fluff!, a little bit of suggestive content, Jealousy, implied f!reader, pretty much all fluffy tho

this goes without saying but he's a cuddler- he's not the type to feel emasculated if he was the little spoon or to have you basically cradling him into your chest

you can't tell when you first get into a relationship, but he is the jealous type. he's honestly embarrassed about it so he tries to hide it at first but as you both become more comfortable, he starts to show his attachment more. Any time he catches a guy in your DMs he'll bashfully throw a couple of questions about this mystery guy before requesting you block him.

he will be very clingy for the rest of the day

he is a gift giver and he pays such close attention to the things you like online and suddenly, at the next chance he gets, they'll show up on your nightstand

he'll even do this as he's away on missions, sending you little notes, chocolates, and tokens of his affection so you know you're loved from afar 🩷

dates would be a little bit rare only because he would prefer to sit at home and do domestic activities like baking, cuddling, watching a movie, CUDDLING--

when he does take you out of dates it's usually very caring and a little bit elaborate, like taking you to the museum that you mentioned 6 months ago, or renting out a diner to yourselves (ugh i just love him- )

he's constantly attentive to you, which i think is one of his love languages. He will bring up things that even you forgot you said, "oh baby, here- i bought you this heating pad since you mentioned that your back sometimes hurts after school/work." 😭

don't even get me started about how he would treat you in your period he would feel so bad

when he'll come back from long missions, it usually means that he hasn't slept in days. he'll come to you with a nice warm hug before collapsing on the bed hoping you can cuddle him to a well needed sleep 🫶

he does like to have his personal attention, which means a lot of the time when you go out he'll either ask to go with you or hit you with the "but why can't you stay here and cuddle? 🥺"

god he's adorable. he doesn't mean to keep you away from your friends but he'll just miss you so much

I also get the vibe that he can cook so if you do decide to spend the night in, it'll consist of him treating you to your favorite meal. he'll have his sleeves rolled up while he hovers over the stove, you watching adoringly from the kitchen counter

maybe he'll even finish it off with a sweet treat 🫶

It mentions on the anime that he does have a preference for larger chests but i imagine that, like yuuji, that doesn't really affect his attraction to anyone

also i'm ngl i do kind of imagine him as kind of a closet perv, super touchy, but in a loving way

Note- let me know if you want more headcanons or if you would like other characters!

[1-800-be-my-baby]

why are you here - rafe x fem!reader

summary - you and rafe had been secretly hooking up for a while. when you show up to a party with your new boyfriend and he has his new girlfriend on his arm, you guys can’t help but remind each other why you can’t stay friends.

warnings! - p in v, unprotected p in v, cheating, semi public sex, sorta getting caught? , drug use, alcohol use. i think that’s it! lmk if i missed any

a/n - i’m very rusty so please bare with me and lmk your thoughts 🙏 . not proofread

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

We can never be friends

Applying the finishing touches of your makeup you take a step back to fully look at yourself in the mirror. The white mini dress you’re wearing hugs your body in the perfect places. It lands just below the curve of your ass and accentuates your tits, which are practically spilling out over the top. You put on your kitten heels and rush down the stairs to meet your boyfriend at the door.

“Hi baby- Holy shit.” Your boyfriend rakes his gaze over your body, making heat rush to your cheeks. He grabs your hips, pulling you flush against him.“I’m not sure if we’re gonna make it to the party with you looking like that.” His hand makes his way into your hair, tilting your head back giving you a deep kiss.

“Topper!” you giggle and push him away from you. “You’re gonna ruin my makeup” you whine.

“That’s nothing babe. I can really mess it up for you.” You roll your eyes, a scowl on your face.

“Topper stop! We’re gonna be late. Let’s go!”

You push past him heading towards the car. He huffs out a breath, raking a hand through his hair before following you.

I'm not myself

I'm not myself when you're around, no

Can't be helped

We are insane, that's just the way it goes

You arrive at Tannyhill, the music from the party blaring. Topper grabs your hand, leading you through the party. From across the room you spot Rafe, and his girlfriend Sofia clinging to his arm. Irritation flows through you. “Babe, I'm gonna go grab a drink.”

“Yeah sure.” knowing he’s not even listening to what you’re saying, you drop his hand and head to the kitchen.

You go to pour yourself a shot when you hear a loud pitched scream from behind you. You turn around, brows furrowed with confusion. Your face morphs into a smile when you realize the scream came from your best friend, Katie.

“OH MY GOD! KATIE!” you squeal as you rush to your best friend engulfing her in a hug. “What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming!”

“Bitch I changed my mind! Are we getting drunk or what?” you throw your head back as you let out a loud laugh.

“Pick your poison babe.”

5 Shots later you and Katie are out on the floor dancing when a touron comes up to Katie asking her to dance. She looks at you and you nod your head in approval. “I’m gonna go find Topper!” you shout over the loud music. She’s no longer paying attention, too busy dancing with the touron to listen.

I need to smoke, I'm feeling sick inside

From seeing you next to a friend of mine

You find your boyfriend sitting on the couch with Rafe and Kelce. You approach them, sliding into Toppers lap. You look over, making eye contact with Rafe, his eyes filled with a look you can’t quite pinpoint.

He lifts a joint to his lips inhaling, turning to Sofia he pulls her in before blowing the potent smoke into her mouth. You roll your eyes and stand up, needing to leave.

“I’ll be back” you bend down to give your boyfriend a quick kiss before turning around and heading to the bathroom.

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told me keep on all the lights

I'ma show you what you like

Help you put back on your clothes

Make sure nothing's on your nose

Ain't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

You look at yourself in the mirror, raking your fingers through your hair to smooth it down and touching up your lip gloss. You the hear the door open and look up, making eye contact with Rafe. He closes the door behind him and locks it.

Before you can say anything he’s suddenly in front of you. He grabs you by the throat, harshly connecting his lips with yours. He bites your bottom lip causing you to gasp in surprise. He uses that as his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You put your hands on his chest with the intention of pushing him away, though you can't help but get caught up in the way his lips move against yours. His hands find their way to your hips, snapping you out of your daze. You finally push him away.

“Rafe what the fuck?”

“What? You’ve been looking at me like you want me to dick you down all night. Getting all pissed and shit when I even look in Sofia’s direction. But now you wanna act all innocent n’shit. Got it.” he shakes his head, pulling a white baggie out of his pocket and placing it on the counter. You stare at him in shock.

“Do you want a line or what?” you make your way to where he’s standing. He hands you a rolled up bill and you lower your head, sniffing the white powder. You tilt your head back, letting out a groan as the drug makes its way through your system. He takes the bill from your hand, snorting his own lines before standing up straight.

You stare at each other for a second before he grabs you harshly by the hair, connecting your lips once more. This one messier and more intense than the last, but this time you don’t have it in you to stop. He suddenly turns you around so you're facing the mirror, hips pressed against the counter. He pulls your dress above your hips, grabbing the fat of your ass before landing a hard smack onto each cheek. You lurch forward, the pain causing the heat building in your core more intense. He thumbs the wet patch forming on your panties.

“Fuck. Still such a slut. So wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet.” you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, your panties being ripped off shortly after.

His huge length ramming into you without warning. You let out a loud moan, the stretch so deliciously painful.

“Jesus. Still so fucking tight. Topper not fucking you right? That it? Is that why you're bent over for me? letting me do whatever I want to you? Bet if I wanted to fuck that pretty little ass you’d let me? Wouldn't you?” his thumb circles your puckered hole. You let out a loud moan, pussy clenching around his cock.

“Answer me when 'm talking to you. Or are you already too cock drunk to respond?” All you can do is let out another moan.

“Shut the fuck up will you? Or am I gonna have to shove those pretty panties of yours in your mouth?” he spits out through gritted teeth. “You want everyone to know that youre letting your boyfriends best friend fuck you in the bathroom?” you shake your head as his hips continue to slam into you at a brutal pace, unable to answer. The only noise filling the room being his heaving breathing and the squelching of your sopping cunt as he hits all those spots that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He reaches his arm around your front, rubbing fast circles onto your sensitive clit.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” you nod your head aggressively, the pressure in your core building quickly. The band finally snaps, you gush around his cock soaking the floor beneath you.

“Shit. gonna fill you up. You want that?”

“Please Rafe, please cum in me. I need you so bad. Please fill me up.” you desperately whine. He slams into you harder, his strokes becoming sloppy.

“Fuck. Fucking take it slut.” you feel his cock twitch before his hot seed fills you up. He pulls out of you tucking himself back into his pants before fingering the cum that's leaking out of your puffy cunt back into you. He puts your panties back on you before landing a swift slap to your pussy.

“You're gonna go back out there to your lil’ boyfriend filled with my cum. Just remember, you and I can never be friends. You’re mine.” you look at yourself in the mirror, mascara smudged under your eyes and your hair a mess. You go to fix it but before you can Rafe rips your hand away.

“Nah, go back out there just like that and show everyone how much of a fucking whore you are.” you turn around and storm out. Attempting to clean up your appearance as you make your way back to your boyfriend, only to find him gone. Sofia looks at you from the couch, looking between you and Rafe as he comes back into the room. Its clear what happened, your freshly fucked aperance matching his. She storms her way over to Rafe before shoving her fists into his chest.

“Are you fucking serious Rafe? You know what. Fuck both of you. You guys deserve each other” she spits out before running out.

We didn't speak but I read your mind

Both telling lies, our alibis didn't work this time

[silvergyus]

thinking about line cook yeonjun...

sfw. tw: cigarettes

he started after you. a new cook to fill in on the line and help with to-go orders. it was a relief honestly and had been a while since there was anyone new on staff

you notice him immediately. he's tall and good looking and doesn't yell like some of the other cooks

you shoot each other flirty looks for a few weeks whenever you're in the kitchen picking up your tables' orders

you get a moment away from the bustle of the restaurant, ducking out into the alley to calm yourself in the cool night air. yeonjun is out on his smoke break

he looks so cool, his bangs falling out of his backwards hat, his lanky form leaning against the wall, the cigarette between his lips burning orange in the blue night

you talk to him, finally, actually talk to him. it's short, but it's enough

he draws you in, as cliche as line cooks and waitresses are, but you can't resist him

he puts his number in your phone before flicking the butt of his cigarette onto the dirty concrete, grinding it out with the heel of his beat up sneaker. he smells like smoke when he leans in to whisper in your ear, telling you to text him when you're off

he goes back inside, leaving you stunned, ears burning and butterflies fluttering in your stomach

the other waitstaff immediately notice the shift in your behavior. they joke that you must have a crush on the new guy, that it's finally happening, your waitress rite of passage- crushing on a line cook

you deny it- nothing happened between you two!- but they don't believe you

it doesn't help the way that yeonjun winks at you when you go back to run orders

the way he saves you food and whips up "something special" for you from time to time

the special treatment he seems to give you and no one else

weeks go by and you text him only from time to time, the conversation barely leaving the topic of work

but he's sweet, flirting and chatting with you when it's slow

he comforts you when you spill sauce on yourself, a huge mess down your front and all over your shoes. he goes so far as to come to the front and tell your manager that you need to go home when he refuses to cut you

it's the first time you see yeonjun actually mad

but his voice is still soft when he takes you under his arm back to the tiny server station so you can grab your bag

he has that same gentleness when you can't stop the tears that form after hours serving a picky table, doing your best, your brightest smile plastered on in the middle of a dinner rush. the table hogged all your attention and kept you from being assigned others, only for them to leave no tip

yeonjun smells like kitchen grease and lingering cigarette as he pulls you aside, rubbing circles on your back as you try to calm down, letting the frustration rush out and away in his arms

you stay late that night rolling silverware in a back booth. he walks you to your car

he looks at you sincerely, tilting his head to look through his lashes

"I meant it when I said to text me. we can talk about more than just work, you know"

your body immediately heats up and you thank years of serving experience for letting you keep your cool

the other servers have a sixth sense, you swear, the way they all know about your date with yeonjun before you even say anything

the two of you are the talk of the team, everyone wanting to know what his place is like, how good of a kisser he is

"you did kiss him, right? if I were-"

"okay that's enough" you cut off your coworker before she can speculate too far

you like to keep what you and yeonjun do outside of work between just the two of you

even though he still gives you special treatment when you are on the clock

tagging: @doumachi (ty for screaming about him with me), @miupow , @dearlyjun , @https-yeonjun , @theresawtf

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Sixteen: Aaron Hotchner + Dirty Dancing

The shoes and clothes are stuffed away in a box in the garage. Your life is diffierent now, there's no need for the six-inch heels or the lace like outfits when you're now a mom of two beuatiful kids.

Every now and again you think about your past, how Aaron had met you. The lap dance that had turned into your talking more about your past, and where you wanted your future to go.

It was nice then just as it is now to talk to Aaron about the things that make it hard to go to bed at night. The kids are off at school, Aarons off at work, and well you're a stay at mom.

You tidy up, keep the house warm and light all, make dinners (Which Aaron tells you that you don't have to do). Tonight you're thinking of following his words. You pull the box down from the top of the shelf in the garage. Slipping the garage door close as you breath in.

The walk up to your bedroom is quiet. The alexa in the kitchen isn't loud enough to make it upstiars and into your bedroom. The box isn't heavy by any means, but the weight that it holds is immense. The black heels and the sparkly clothes is what catch your eye first.

Among other clothes. Like a red lacy set of bra and panites, mesh tights that you remember leaving imprints on your skin. It all comes flooding back, that night you met Aaron is so burned into your memories that it's hard not to want to recreate it again.

A plan is set and you can't help but grow excited. The afternoon you go pick up your kids from school, asking them all sorts of questions about what they learned and how they liked what you packed them for lunch. A few hours later your darling husband comes home.

Drops his bag by the door, and comes over to you first. Kissing your cheek sweetly before giving each kid a hug. Your heart beats faster as the night goes on. all through dinner which was take out by a good mexican resturant not far from you.

A good movie on the tv that has your two children giggling and then falling asleep without a single peep.

Aaron takes your son, lifting him up and into his arms. "I got her baby." He says sweetly to you as you go to lift your daughter up into your arms. You hum, and nod. Before following him up the stairs.

You press a sweet kiss to your sons head, before rushing into your room while Aaron gets your daughter up to bed. The rush to get into the bra, and panites with matching garter belt as you feeling a few years younger.

You don't except Aaron to come to bed just yet, he's got work and always leaves that for after you, and your children go to bed at night. So you quielty walk to his office. The light on the desk is on, giving the room an earthy mood. A perfect mood you might add, you as crawl on all fours to the side of Aarons desk.

When he turns to look at you, his jaw draps and thers something behind those pretty brown eyes. "What are you doing?" He asks leaning back into the leather desk chair. "I found some old things in the garage today." You answer.

"Hmm I can see." He swallows hard, his adam bobs in his throat and his bottom lips turns a little red between his teeth. "What are you looking for, sir?" You say in sultry voice, a smirk planted on that beautiful face of yours.

A quick quirk of Aarons brow and he pushes the chair back even further. "How about you come up here into my lap and show me what you go babygirl!" You don't remember it going this way the first time, but the way your body grows with heat inbetween your legs and your heart beats a bit louder, and a bit faster in your chest as you loving every fucking minute of walking into the garage this morning.

"There are rules here." You say to your husband as you sit in his lap. "Hmm like what darling?" He asks playing along with you. "Theres no touching the merchandise." You giggle a little inwardly of course, but the groan of frustatrion is so gratifiting that leaves Aarons mouth.

"Do I get to fuck the merchandise at least?" He asks, maybe after two kids you think he'd look at your differently, but he doesn't. You hum, and think about it for a second grinding yourself into his tight slacks.

"I think that can be arranged for the right price of course." You mutter when you press your lips into his. Sealing whatever game you've started.

Completed on: 10/19/24

Posted on: 10/20/24

Kinktober 24'-

[reginamillls]

💗 + buddietommy beloved?? 🥺💖

Maybe it was the almost dying part that sped run the confession, but laying here now in a bed that was almost too small, Eddie likes to believe that it was inevitable, that they were always meant to be here.

He's the most mobile of the three, his injuries the lightest and so Eddie is the one who is up to get pain pills when the alarm goes off. It's an easy trek to Tommy's kitchen, his home was all on one floor as well, easily accessable to anyone.

It's easily accesable to Chris.

The thought warms Eddie as he carefully grabs some water bottles. His bruised ribs didn't allow for much reach, and when Bobby had set them up for the week he made sure that everything would be easy.

On his way back to the bedroom, Eddie passes Tommy's cat who blinks up at him from her perch on the couch and he strokes her soft fur, enticing purrs.

"I'm taking care of him, Amelia," Eddie promises lightly. Amelia blinks at him with her big blue eyes and Eddie scratches beneath her chin. "I love them you know." She blinks at him and Eddie likes to think she understands that he means every word.

Eddie moves on into the bedroom and stops in the doorway to just look at the two men in the bed. Buck is tucked intowards Tommy, his legs tangled with the other's. His posture is careful, positioned in a way not to aggrivate his injuries. His breathing is even, something that is welcomed after hearing it rattle only a few days prior.

Next to Buck in the middle, Tommy is awake.

He looks over at Eddie, eyes softening when he sees Eddie in the doorway and the tense line of his shoulders relax some.

"You weren't here when I woke up," Tommy mumbles as Eddie gets closer. "I was worried-"

"I meant what I said back then," Eddie says. "You both make it out of there, and I won't let either of you go-" Eddie sits on the bed and grabs Tommy's hand in his own and squeezes it. "We're all here."

"Yeah-" Tommy croaks and Eddie opens one of the waterbottles and holds it to his lips, helping him to drink it carefully. When he isn't so parched, Eddie helps Tommy take one of his pain pills as well.

"Thanks," Tommy says, eyes shinning as he looks at Eddie. Buck had mentioned before how Tommy's gaze could be intense, and Eddie feels the weight of it now, but it isn't unwanted.

"Do the thing-" Eddie hears Buck mumble and he looks over to see Buck blinking awake with a small smile on his face.

"The thing?" Eddie asks, curious. Tommy is smiling now and Eddie feels two fingers tuck beneath his chin.

The kiss is gentle.

It still takes Eddie's breath away.

When Tommy parts he looks shy and behind him Buck is beaming, bright and happy with this developement. They had talked about it, back in the accident and then again in the hospital, about what this could mean for all three of them.

A part of Eddie just thought it would stay there, in empty promises said in the heat of the moment.

"My turn-" Eddie hears and before he realizes it, Buck is kissing him then, just as gentle as Tommy but a little different.

"You two are beautiful," Tommy says when they part. "How did I get so lucky?"

"Almost dying wasn't part of it," Buck says, eyes narrowed and Tommy sighs. "Seriously, you're not allowed to do that again Tommy."

"I'd do it again if it meant the both of you lived," Tommy retorts but the argument dies there. They've already dished most of this out at the hospital.

"I love both of you," Tommy adds softer and Buck seems to melt at that and goes to kiss Tommy this time and Eddie can't help but thing that the two of them were beautiful together as well.

"Let's just try and stay alive," Eddie moves closer so that he could grab both Buck and Tommy's hands. He feels more grounded here then he has in months, in this bed that barely fits the three of them.

"We should get a bigger bed," Buck says once they're all settled carefully into a cuddle again. "None of us are exactly small here."

"I'll look up some Alaskan kings," Tommy says. "Eddie what's your favorite color-" Tommy starts as he pulls out his phone, including Eddie immedietly into the conversation and Eddie lets the feeling of warmth wash over him from both Buck and Tommy's attention and love.

[darkfantasysworld]

My precious pup wanted me to make a longer version of this post so yeah, some credit goes to @davinawritings and if they want me to delete this then I will. This is moreso just my version with my own words and character, same idea though.

F!reader x M!Dragon

It was dark out and you were sweeping the kitchen floor wearing nothing but an apron since your dragon boyfriend, Ignis, preferred it. He wouldn't let you wear anything but skirts, dresses, or aprons around the house, the only times you could cover up were outside during colder fall days and winter, if anyone came by and you were too exposed for the guest(s), or if you were alone outside. You continued sweeping until you felt your boyfriend push inside of you, causing a large bulge in your tummy. You moaned and somewhat fell back against Ignis, his large, heated, spiny cock felt so good stretching you but couldn't properly function like this. "Mm.. little flame.. that's it.." Ignis groaned softly and he pulled you close, holding you in place by your hips. You leaned against him, putting your hands over his much larger hands. You looked up at him, smiling as the broom hit the stone floor, he was twice your size, maybe more. "You know.. you can't be inside of me 24/7, right?" You rolled your eyes playfully, enjoying his warm embrace. "Mm.. I need at least fourteen hours a day.. I spent so long stretching you take every inch.. I worked so hard.. we need this.. I need this.." He murmured against your ear, lifting you a bit and carrying you to bed where he laid down and held you against him, pressing your hips against his. You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance but couldn't help smiling at him. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your side. "Such a pretty gem.." He whispered, planting another kiss, this time to your neck. You smiled, content to stay like this as long as he wants, it's not like you could or even would say no.

You opened your eyes and yawned, Ignis had his wings wrapped around you both, making a little cocoon of warmth with a small hole for his little smoke exhale accidents to escape. You smiled, snuggling closer, small groans escaping your lips as you moved, his cock moving inside of you, the small spines on his dragon cock hitting the best spots deep inside of you, ones a human couldn't even dream of hitting. You planted a soft kiss on his neck before running your fingers along the red scales on his forearm. Ignis' eyes opened and he smiled at you before kissing the top of your head. "Mornin' my precious ember.." He murmured, his hand trailing down to your tummy bulge and rubbing it, making you whine softly. He let out a small chuckle as he slid out of you, making you feel empty once again. He reluctantly moved his wings, letting the slightly chilled air hit your skin as he got up and dressed, murmuring something about hating meetings. You watched him get dressed for a moment before getting up yourself and removing the apron you had on only to replace it with a long sleeve dress and some thigh highs so your legs would be somewhat warm. You knew he hated these weird dragon meetings he had to go to, especially since he had to be away from you which, according to him, left you vulnerable to other monsters like naga, zombies, werewolves, centaur, and minotaur but he had to go, every month he just had to go. You didn't fully understand why but apparently it was a tradition from many years ago. You walked with him into the living room and kissed him goodbye before he left. You walked into the kitchen and picked up the broom, holding the wooden handle for a moment before you began sweeping.

You continued cleaning up while he was gone, blasting music, moving your hips, just having some fun while you swept, mopped, dusted, and vacuumed until noon. You made sure the house was practically spotless before you decided to get in the shower, you pulled your dress off and removed your thigh highs. You checked the water temperature, making sure the water was as hot as you could handle before stepping behind the curtain and pulling it shut. You let the water cascade down your body before turning around and soaking your hair. You began to massage shampoo through your hair and on your scalp before rinsing it, the suds made their way down your body. You began massaging conditioner in your hair, this time letting it stay as you washed your neck and chest, hands roaming your upper body when suddenly two large, clawed hands gripped your waist, digging into the flesh slightly as a familiar size pushed between your slick folds and into your tight heat. You moaned at the feeling and looked up at Ignis. "I didn't hear you come in.." You spoke, your voice soft as you enjoyed the feeling of being stuffed full of cock. "I'm a very quiet dragon." He responded, taking the loofah from your hand and helping to wash the rest of your body. His hand ran along the soft skin of your tummy, caressing the bump from his cock as his hand moved down to your thighs. You kissed his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you as he washed your body. You leaned against him, his touch was soothing on your skin, his claws gently scraping your skin as he washed your body. You enjoyed the feeling of his hands on your body for a while before they moved into your hair, helping rinse the conditioner out. You helped by turning your head occasionally until he lifted you and patted you dry with a soft towel while his body heated up just enough to dry his own skin. He carried you to the couch and sat down, spreading your legs so you could see how wide he was stretching you through your reflection on the TV screen. You blushed at the sight although you didn't know why since he always did this, making you see yourself spread wide open. Ignis kissed your head and turned the TV on for background noise. You were actually watching the movie when he decided to thrust up into you, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you spread open. You moaned and moved your hips in time with his thrusts, enjoying each movement. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as Ignis helped guide you up and down. His claws dug into your hips, you heard him say something but your mind was too clouded to understand what he said as you came. You blacked out as you felt his hot cum flood your insides.

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Tears Of The Sky

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pairing: niklaus mikaelson x female reader

warnings: fluff and kissing, also a pinch of jealous nik

summary: a rainy day with klaus - requested by @viavolterra-wp

a/n: via i'm gonna get to the angst request for klaus but i suck at writing it and i'm trying to come up with something depressing to write about lmao, i hope this fills the void in your soul <3

song: valse sentimentale, op. 51, no. 6 - pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky

You groan as you hear your alarm go off. You contemplate on whether or not you should throw it out the window.

"Shut off the bloody alarm," Klaus says from his spot next to you on the bed.

You reach over and press the stop button before looking outside. A smile makes its way to your face when you see the rain pouring down. You turn and kiss Klaus on the forehead, "Nik, get up, it's raining!"

"So?" He pulls the blankets closer to him, effectively ripping them off your body. After dealing with that for so long, you don't even bother trying to steal them back.

"Well, we can't let a good rainy day go to waste, can we?"

"Of course we can, love."

You roll your eyes and huff as you fall back on the bed, "Well, if you don't get up, I guess I'll have to find someone else to spend the day with. Maybe that brunette Salva-"

In an instant Klaus is up and on top of you on the bed, "I think my company would be better than his anyday," he narrows his eyes at you.

"I don't know about that," you push further, "he was good company that one night a few weeks-"

You are cut off as Klaus starts tickling your sides, "What was that, love?"

You squirm under him as you try to break away, "Nik! I c-can't breathe! Stop! Please!" Your laughs make him smile, showing his beautiful dimples that you love so much.

"Hm, since you asked so nicely," he stops and falls next to you on the mattress. His head is resting on his arm and he looks at you with adoration in his eyes. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart," he whispers.

Your face heats up at the compliment. "I also think you are very pretty, Mr. Scary Original Hybrid."

He grins, "You think I'm scary?"

"Oh, not at all, you are a soft puppy," you take a hand and squeeze his cheeks.

He playfully scoffs and grabs your wrist, "I am not a puppy."

"Sure you aren't. Anyway, I was thinking we could bake some cookies."

"Great idea, love."

You two get out of bed and go to the bathroom. You both brush your teeth, hair, and after having a small water fight, you wash your faces.

You head to the kitchen with Klaus behind you. You grab a bowl and place it on the counter, "Nik, can you grab the butter, flour, eggs, sugar, and chocolate chips."

He nods and gets them while you grab a whisk, pan, and preheat the oven.

"Thank you." You two now add the ingredients into the measuring cups so everything is prepared. "Okay, do you want to do the honor of pouring the first ingredient," you ask him.

"'Course I do," he grabs the flour and holds it over the bowl.

"Pour it slow-"

It was too late. He flipped the cup upside down and although most four stayed in the bowl, there was a good amount now floating in your faces. Klaus and you swat your hands and cought a bit at you breathe in the flower.

"Oops. Now I know for next time," he shrugs.

"Who says you are going to pour it next time?"

"Me-"

"Let's add the softened butter and eggs now," you put them into the bowl and handed Klaus the whisk. "Stir gently, please."

He nods and as he stirs you slowly pour in the sugar and then the chocolate chips.

"Perfect! We can start rolling them and placing them on the pans."

You two roll them into balls and space them out on the baking pans before putting them in the oven. After washing your hands, you and Klaus go into the living room as he picks a movie, "The Parent Trap? Nik, you know me too well."

"What can I say," he grabs a blanket and tosses it onto the couch. You sit down and cuddle with him on the couch as you wait for the cookies to finish.

The timer on the oven goes off and you stand up, place the oven mitts on, and take the two pans out, putting them on the stove. Nik appears next to you and he goes to grab one but you slap his hand away. "No! They are too hot, Nik. You'll burn yourself."

"Pfft, I'm an Original, love. A cookie isn't going to burn me," he goes back to grab one. You sigh and watch in amusement as he places one in this mouth, jumps around while it burns him, rushes to the garbage to spit it out, and then goes to the sink to spray cold water in his mouth.

"What happened to, 'i'M aN oRiGiNaL, lOvE. a CoOkIe IsN't GoInG tO bUrN mE.'"

He crosses his arms and walks out of the kitchen back to the couch. You laugh and follow him to continue the movie while the cookies cool down.

Now you were laying on a couch in Klaus' art room as he painted you. "Nikkkk, this is taking forever," you groan.

"Don't move, love. I'm almost done."

You think for a moment, "Isn't the butterfly effect crazy?"

He lets out a deep sigh, "Not this again, love. Last time you made my brain hurt."

"It's just like, interesting to think about. If I take one step in another direction, that changes my whole life. That brought me to thinking about other dimensions."

"Other dimensions?"

"Yeah. I heard somewhere that there could be other dimensions where there is every other choice you could possibly have made. That's a lot of dimensions."

"I'm confused," Klaus glances at you and continues to paint.

"Here's an easy example, if there was a fork in the road and I chose one choice option, in another dimension I would have chosen the other."

"Ohh, that makes sense."

"Yeah, so then I was like, wondering if there are several versions on ourselves living on earth in the same timeline."

Klaus drops his head, "Sweetheart, I don't know how much more my brain can handle."

"Okay, I'll save that one for another day. It's hard to explain anyway."

"I'll hold you to that, love. I just finished anyway, come and see," he says excitedly. Although he has hundreds of drawings and paintings of you, he gets just as excited to show you them each time.

You head over to where he was sitting in front of his canvas, "Nik! It's stunning!"

"Not as stunning as you," he winks at you.

"I love it, Nik."

"And I love you," he pulls you to him and places his lips on yours. You pull back after a bit and leave him in a daze.

It's now afternoon time and Klaus said he was going to take you out to dinner. He told you to dress up but you were stuck on picking a dress. There was only one person you could call for help on this matter.

You go and grab your phone, scrolling through the contacts, before calling the number. After about two rings, the call is picked up.

"Bex!"

"Hello, angel," you hear the voice of your best friend come through the phone.

"Bekah, I miss you so much."

"I miss you, too. Is Nik being tolerable? If not I can come and rescue you and we could run away together."

"Yes he is, but I'll take up that offer any day."

"Great! I'll start planning."

"Before you do that, I need your help. Nik is taking me to dinner and I can't pick a dress. I have three top choices but I need you to pick from them, please," you say while grab a perfume you are going to put on.

"Sure! Send me seperate pictures of each one and I'll text you which one I think you should wear."

"Thank you! You're a lifesaver, I love you so much."

"Love you, too. Call me again soon!"

"Of course, bye Bex."

You hand up the phone and send pictures of the dresses. A minute later you get a response from her and you smile. You throw on the dress she picked and you go into the bathroom to do your hair and makeup.

You finish getting ready and put your heels on. You go downstairs and see Klaus on the couch waiting for you. He hears you and turns, he has you clench his jaw to keep it from dropping.

"Are you ready to go, Nik?" You stroll towards him and grab his hand.

He blushes and stutters out a yes. He grabs his car keys and you grab a large umbrella. Klaus grabs you by the waist and speeds you both into the car so you were barely wet.

On the drive there, Klaus let you choose the music - which barely ever happens. You, of course, took that to your advantage.

You get into the diner and the waiter takes you to a booth. You order drinks and Klaus glare as the waiter as he takes your food order.

He walks away nervously and you put your head on your hand as your elbow rests on the table.

"Is it really necessary to glare at the poor boy?"

"Yes it was. He was staring at you."

"Usually when you are talking to a person, you look at them."

"He was stuttering."

"Probably because you were scaring him."

"But-"

"You get jealous too often."

"I can't help it, you are too gorgeous."

"I promise you that you don't have to get jealous, Nik. I love you," you smile at him.

"I love you, too," he grumbles.

The waiter comes back with your food, "H-here you go, enjoy."

You smile at the boy and whisper, "Sorry about him."

He nods and smiles back before walking away.

After Nik pays for the dinner, you too go back to the car. Once you arrive back home, Klaus carries you inside and speeds you to your shared room.

He tosses you onto the bed and goes on top of you. He kisses you so passionately that it speaks so many words.

You tug on his hair in the back and he puts a hand on your waist and one resting on the bed next to your head.

He bites your bottom lip and slides his tongue against it. You open your mouth and move your tongues against one another. You both pull back breathlessly after a few minutes.

"I've been waiting for that all night," Klaus says.

"Of course you have. Do you want to get ready for bed?"

"Sure," he kisses your cheek and rolls off of you.

Klaus speeds to the bathroom across the hall to get ready and you use the one in this room. You take off the makeup and jewelry. You do your nighttime routine and throw on one of Klaus' shirts and a new pair of underwear.

You hop into bed and pull the cover over you. Klaus joins you and you hand him the remote, "You can pick what we watch this time."

"Hmm, decisions, decisions."

He finally picks a movie and you are surprised to see it was Twilight. "You enjoyed the movie?" You recall back to when you introduced him to the saga and he seemed like he hated it the whole time.

"Not exactly, but it's fun seeing the way they made vampires and werewolves."

"Touché."

You lay your head on Klaus' chest while he plays with your hair. Your eyes flutter shut about an hour and a half into the movie. He kisses your head and whispers, "Goodnight, my love," before falling asleep.

[maretinelli]

IT'S YOUR WOMAN

Sírius Black X Potter!Reader

Summary: When Y/n gets a trail motorcycle from her father and her boyfriend had no idea she rode it.

Words: 1.3K+

Warnings: Y/n being James's twin sister, mentions of Walburga's shit, Effie cooking, mention of marriage, if you squint, mentions of sex and finally, VERY happy couple.

Author: Sorry if there are any writing or typing errors, English is not my first language. Sorry. And finally, enjoy the story and when you're done...visit my masterlist or You can go to my profile and go to my question box, request a story you wanted to read by Sirius, Ben, Edmund, Caspian, Joseph Q or Andrew G.

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The Potter's house in the summer was practically an inn where all of James and Y/n's friends attended.

Peter, Remus, Lily and of course. Sirius Black.

It was the summer of 1977, just before senior classes were supposed to start. The sun radiated comfortable heat, while birds flew in flocks.

James and Y/n had called their friends to come home as soon as last year's classes ended. And now, a week later, the rooms were on their way to the Potter's house.

"Hey, hey!! Aren't you going to help me organize the rooms?" James asks, when he sees his sister coming out of the room in a lilac helmet and trail gear.

Y/n turns to her brother and sends a smile without showing her teeth.

"No!!" She places the helmet under her left arm. "I already helped mom organize downstairs yesterday, today you stay up here. ALONE. Since you didn't help organize with us yesterday" Y/n says and walks to the stairs. "If anyone calls me, tell them I'm back there hiking"

James just rolls his eyes before walking into the guest room and mumbling:

"That's if anyone misses you here" he complains and then goes into the room to leave some pillows and change the sheets.

The hours passed and every now and then an owl or other arrived, saying that their friends were almost arriving at the residence.

With that, James had finished organizing the top part of the house, while Euphemia finished baking a pie and Y/n was still behind the house riding the motorcycle that James hated.

He swore he would set the machine on fire as soon as Y/n stopped riding it.

However, Y/n is always one step ahead. He said he would burn all his Quidditch stuff if he did that. Which resulted in James not being able to do anything about his sister's motorcycle.

Which he found super noisy.

"Jamiie!! There's someone at the door. Please go and answer mom." Euphemia says from the kitchen and James, who was on the back porch of the house watching his sister, gets up and walks to the front door of the house.

When he opens it, he sees a somewhat happy Sirius with a bag on his back.

"Hey Pads, come in man" James says cheerfully and Sirius enters quietly. "Something happened?"

"It's okay. Just the shit Walburga told me before leaving. But just don't pay attention and it'll pass" Sirius smiles and James pats his best friend on the shoulder.

"Alright then. Come, my mother made pie for us. It must be cold to eat now" James puts his arm around his friend's shoulder and leads him to the kitchen.

Sirius smiles and leaves his backpack in a corner of the hallway, walking alongside James to the kitchen.

"Sirius, my boy. How good it is to see you" The twins' mother says and Pads smiles and goes to say hello. "How are you?"

"Hi auntie, everything is going. But thanks for asking" He smiles and Euphemia hugs him before returning to the sink.

Sirius smiles friendly and then James gives him a piece of strawberry pie, before heading out to the back porch. With Sirius always behind him.

"Where's the rest? Moony, Peter and your girlfriend?" Sirius asks before taking a bite of the pie.

He sits on the porch floor, with James by his side and then looks out at the vast yard behind the Potter's house.

In the background, he could see someone riding a trail bike. He squints his eyes and can't make out.

"Ah, them!! Lily said she was leaving the house about 20 minutes ago, Moony should be here and Peter couldn't come. His father's cousin passed away yesterday" James says, finishing your pie and shaking the crumbs in your hand.

"Dude, who's that one with the motorcycle coming?" Sirius, still not knowing who, asks James.

"It's your woman" James says without concern and rests his left hand behind his body.

"WHAT? S/N?"

"Yes. Or do you have another woman besides my sister?"

Sirius just holds back his laughter and rolls his eyes.

"Obviously not" he says and then stands up. "I just didn't know she rode a motorcycle. Even more so, trails."

"Yeah. She learned it last summer from Uncle Jack and then our dad had the brilliant idea of giving her a motorcycle this summer." James says without much importance, standing next to his best friend and watching his sister approaching with the motorcycle. "I even thought about setting it on fire, but she threatened my Quidditch items."

Sirius looks at him.

"You're crazy. Don't do that!! That's so hot" Pads says and then approaches the fence, going over to his girlfriend.

James makes a vomiting gesture and walks behind Sirius.

Y/n had just approached the fence Sirius was approaching with the motorbike. She takes off her helmet and runs her hands through her hair, before looking at her boyfriend.

"If I ask you to wear these clothes to bed, will you accept it?" Sirius approaches his girlfriend, looking her up and down. "That's very sexy"

Y/n glances at him quickly and then softens her face when she sees it's him.

"I'm all your order" she says winking with one eye and getting off the bike.

"I'm glad it's ONLY mine" Sirius goes over the fence and pulls his girlfriend by the waist to greet him with a kiss.

"Heavens, I still have to hear this," James says as he approaches, arms crossed over his chest.

Y/n distances herself from Sirius and smiles at her brother's comments.

"Be thankful you have ears then" She laughs and Sirius smiles, still with one hand on his girlfriend's waist. "Where are the rest of the people?" She changes the subject.

"Moony and Lily will soon arrive and Peter can't come" James gives a summary, as he climbs the fence to sit in front of the couple.

Y/n just nods and looks at Sirius.

"Wow, you fell in love with me in this outfit, right?" Y/n questions him. Because she was wearing protective clothing, boots, vest, helmet and trail pants.

"I can't take my eyes off" He kisses her neck and smiles.

"Want to go for a walk with me?" Y/n asks, smiling electrically.

"Really?"

"Obviously. Why wouldn't I ask a question like that? If I love it when your hands are on my waist"

"FOR MERLIN" James jumps off the fence and turns around. "I'm going to go back and help mom, at least there weren't couples almost eating each other there" James says leaving the yard and Y/n and Sirius laugh loudly.

"JEALIOUS JAMES?? I LOVE YOU TOO MAN!!"

"IT'S NOT YOUR FUNCKING BUSINESS!!" James shouts back, however, more distantly, but without turning around to see his best friend with his sister.

Y/n breaks away from Sirius and gets on the bike again.

"Come here, kitten" Y/n says winking exaggeratedly and Sirius laughs.

"You don't need to ask again" Sirius approaches his girlfriend and then she leaves with the bike again. But now with Sirius on the back.

Euphemia, who was in the kitchen, smiles when she sees the two having fun in the backyard.

James soon arrives and looks in the same direction as his mother.

"They're still getting married," James says, with a half smile.

"I feel like by graduation day, they're engaged" Euphemia says with a goofy smile on her face.

"I think he asks her after graduation." James sits on the stool next to his mother.

Euphemia looks at him amused.

"Oh, how about it mom!! We can make a bet!! If I win, I'll get the apartment in the center, if you win, you can give it to Y/n and Sirius" he says excitedly.

Euphemia laughs loudly.

"I'm not going to do that" The twins' mother says happily. "Your father and I already have a plan for this"

"Oh, oh. Tell me!!"

"James Fleamont Potter!! Stop being so curious and help me here at dinner" she smiles at her son.

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[qiwoomi]

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ LOVE CRADLES ˚｡⋆ ༘˚✧

featuring: alhaitham x fem!reader

contains: tooth rotting fluff, established relationship (married), sunshine x grumpy trope, sick reader, alhaitham pampering his wife, alhaitham is so in love with his wife, late night gossip cause why not, domestic life, lovebirds, a lil suggestive (?), terms of endearments

summary: you can't help but reminisce the day when your health isn't taken away from you. however, maybe being sick isn't that bad at all when your husband nurse you back to health. as the elders always say, love is the best medicine.

"Love, I'm home!" A familiar voice shouts, followed by sounds of the main door being closed.

Alhaitham scans the living room, hoping to see his wife running up to him and greet him as usual. He noted that you still haven't prepared dinner, the kitchen looks clean as if it's not used at all.

He loosened his tie, thinking that you're just buying some groceries before proceeding upstairs.

He takes off his accessory and black suit, tossing them in the laundry basket as he change into his comfortable pair of sweats.

A groan suddenly reverberates across the bedroom startling him as he turns to see that your side of the bed is occupied. "Babe?" He approaches you, concern lacing his handsome face now that he saw the state you're in. "Hmm... What time is it?" He reached over to tuck your hair out of your face as you give him space for him to sit down beside you, "It's 5:26," his teal eyes slightly widened, "Love, you're heating up." You pout, "I've been since this morning." You look up to him, his brows knitted together at your confession. "Why didn't you tell me." Your husband deadpanned.

Uh oh.

"I'm sorry baby, you have an important meeting today-" You cough, "and I don't want you to miss it." You manage to reply with a hoarse throat. "That's bullshit, you know that I only have the meeting in the morning and you still could've called me after." You averted your eyes from him, "I'm sorry- are you mad?" still feeling the tense glare that he gave you.

He let out a sigh, calloused hand reaching for your smaller ones. "I am, indeed very mad. I hate that you don't take care of yourself, do you know what could've happened if you don't tell me or anyone?" His hold tightens, though not too tight to the point it hurts.

Sounds of sniffles coming from you made him avert his gaze from your intertwined hands. "I apologise beloved, I don't mean to make you cry... It just hurts me to see you this way, who knows what could've happened to you while you're alone."

"No it's okay, I just don't expect you to be mad at me." you sniffled again as he wipes your tears with his thumb. "I can't help it, not when you're this careless. He explained, his voice now sounds more comforting.

"I'm sorry baby, I won't do it again." You closed your eyes, grabbing his arm for you to hug as your cries slowly dissipate. He smiled at your behavior, using his other hand to caress your cheek. "Good girl." Your husband praised as he kissed your forehead.

Both of you stayed like this for a while, Alhaitham attentively observing the rise and fall of your chest, still cuddling his arm in a dreamy state even though it cause him to feel a cramp coming to torture him. As he continues to admire you, he realised how weak you look with your lips visibly dehydrated.

"Love, have you eaten anything?"

"Hmm? No, I slept for hours because my head was throbbing a lot- and I can't stop sneezing so I just go to sleep." You rambled, your eyes open to meet his teal ones.

"Since when are you asleep?"

"I slept like almost 9 hours I guess? I want to eat but everything tastes so bland."

He sighed, "Do you want me to scold or lecture you?" He playfully threatened, as you immediately try to avert your eyes from his. "Hmph. I told you I was sorry, you shouldn't be mean to someone who's sick." You whined.

"You skipped breakfast and lunch, if I'm on overtime today you would probably skip dinner too." There he goes again, nagging at you like you're some kid. "It's not like you're a polar bear that is on hibernation," he teased, "Does it still hurt?" You pondered for a while at his question. "I think it has lessen a bit, it was worser this morning since it was kinda cold."

"I've told you to take care of yourself especially at this weather. Yet you're still stubborn," he sighed again, feigning dissappointment. "Rest here for a bit, I'll make dinner for us." Your husband gives you a peck on your lips as he walk his way out of your shared bedroom. You obeyed his command, not wanting to hear more of his complains.

A soft poke on your cheek slowly stir you up from your slumber, the ambience of the room filled with darkness except for the source of light outside of the window, but you can still recognise who it is. "Love, sorry for making you wait." He kissed the back of your hand as he helps you sit up.

"I made chicken congee, it should be good for your body." Alhaitham holds a spoonful of it prompting you to open your mouth.

He patiently feeds you, wiping your mouth from time to time until the food is finished. He handed you a glass of water, holding it for you while you drink it.

"Are you feeling any better?" Alhaitham inquired, setting the empty bowl and glass aside as he touched your forehead again. Relieve wash over him that your temperature is getting down.

You nodded, leaning into his comforting embrace. "Babe, do you want anything?"

"I want to take a bath... I feel sticky."

He wastes no time and carried you to the bathroom, "We'll have to take a bath together, haven't wash myself since I'm home." You only flushed at his nonchalant statement.

Despite the fact that both of you had always bonded over having a shower together, you can't help but feel embarrassed. Though sometimes, it would lead to something more.

He carefully settles you down, helping you to undress.

You enter the bath tub, feeling relaxed at how the warm water seep through your skin, your muscles and joint feeling at ease. Alhaitham undressed himself and joins you, as you lean against his chest. "I'll help you wash, stay still." Your husband offered, grabbing your expensive bath products to clean your body.

He applied it on your skin, gently spreading the cream across your soft skin. You leaned more into his soothing touch, feeling comfortable as you lay your head against his shoulders.

An hour had passed as you slowly open your eyes only to realise that you are already in bed with pyjamas on. "Hubby, have I slept for too long?" You turned your head to your side, seeing your husband leaning against the pillow with a book in his hands.

"You did pass out for like 30 minutes, but we just got out of the shower 10 minutes ago." One of his arms reach to caress your hair. "Are you feeling better love?" You nodded at him, leaning closer to his side. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." He kissed your forehead. "Go back to sleep love."

"But I want to talk to you more..." You pout as your arms wrap around his torso. "How was your day babe?"

He immediately puts down his book, thinking of what he's going to tell you. "Just the usual, but do you remember about the guy I told you about?"

"Did he got caught? The whole building must be wild with the stories."

"The police is still investigating the root of it, but he do get some jail time until it's finished."

"Wow, never thought that someone like him is like that. I'd never judge a book by its cover again."

"Exactly," he poked your nose playfully, "I'm better than him anyway." He proudly declared, expecting you to agree. "You're just saying that because you wouldn't forget that one time he tried to hit on me." You teased, glaring at him.

"Whatever. It's facts." Alhaitham shrugged. "I can't argue with that. I still can't believe I'm married to you." He raised his eyebrows, curious. "And why is that?"

"Do you know how annoying it is that many girls look up to replace me when we were still dating?" You let out a sigh. "They're always like "Oh, not all relationships last forever" and blablabla." You rambled, waving your arms around to mock them. It's his turn to laugh at you, his eyes never leaving yours full with adoration.

It's times like this that he feels most happy. He's happy that he can be vulnerable to you, and you won't expect anything from him given his background as the most prominent student in the country.

"Ohh the giggle I had when they finally caught wind of our engagement date. I even handed them our wedding invitation out of spite." You smirked, as he only kissed your cheek. "I love that about you. They should really know their place."

"Right?! This is why I have the best husband ever."

"I'm so honored that I feel like I should take one week off work." He lift his arm to his chest, feigning a touched expression. "Realllyyyy?"

"I'm not kidding my love. I love you so much." Your lips touch each other, the kiss lasting for a while until both of you pulled back. Your arms wrap around his neck. "Awwhhh, I love you more." He pats your back, a smile creeping up on his face.

Both of you stayed like that for a while, as sleep slowly take over your body.

author's note: took me so long to write bcs there's so much scenarios I want to put into this but I can't word it out without feeling like I'm just repeating the same words. also hey I got back my account

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Naga Father (Araza) x gender neutral reader - 3

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The party is underway, and you couldn't be more grateful that it's going so smoothly. You and Sam made the invitations together, and he had chosen to invite three kids from his class that he got along with. They were triplets. You had babysat them a couple of times and while they were always a handful, they were the sweetest children you'd ever met.

All three of them attended and they brought presents. They're now playing outside, taking turns burying each other in the sandbox and demolishing the garden as they toss the sand everywhere. You put a lot of thought into the games for the party, but they are having so much fun with their self-devised game that you don't mind. Mr. Araza peers outside, looking amused.

"Human children are not so different," he muses. "Every day I see more and more similarities."

"Well, I'm glad," you reply.

You mean it. In the weeks that you've known him, he has become less guarded. You've even seen him greet the neighbors sometimes as he goes off to work. He's not as harsh with Sam and it causes the dear boy to flourish. Looks like there are improvements all around.

You're taking the cake out of the fridge when you notice something. Mr. Araza has gotten relaxed around you to the point that he leaves his tail to sprawl. Miraculously you haven't stepped or tripped on it yet. Today it looks less glossy than usual. You feel like you need to point that out.

"Oh," he says, clicking his claws on the counter and looking at his tail. "Yes, I'm about to begin shedding."

"I've never seen that before," you respond.

"Because my kind is almost always on suppressants. I haven't been taking mine for a while."

"Might I ask why?" You question as you poke the candles into the cake.

"They can cause damage with continuous use. Short breaks are recommended," he responds.

A lightbulb goes off in your head and you whip your head around to look at him.

"Doesn't that mean you go through a heat cycle as well?"

Stupid, stupid, the small voice in your head chants, but you can't take it back.

Mr. Araza gifts you with a rare smile.

"Someone has been looking things up."

"Uh... I was just curious. Just trying to understand your kind better," you stammer.

"You don't have to use the internet for that," he says. "You can just ask me."

"Really? That's..." You blank out as you search for a lighter for the candles.

"Ask me again," Mr. Araza says, the tip of his tail winding and curling, doing its own thing.

You decide to suck it up and just be forward with it, so you repeat your question.

"Do you go through a heat cycle when you're off the suppressants?"

"If by that you mean a fire racing through my veins along with the urge to mate with any soft thing in my territory, then yes," he says with a soft chuckle. "Most definitely."

You almost drop the cake as your heart jolts in surprise. Did he just say that? You had been asking out of curiosity, not with an ulterior motive.

"Sir," you say sternly.

"Apologies," he chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You're shaking your head when another thought occurs to you.

"What are you going to do about Sam when... You know, it happens?"

"My parents will pick him up and he will spend the week with them."

"The week?" You make a face.

"A heat cycle lasts that long, yes."

"Oh. I probably shouldn't be asking about this. It's unprofessional," you say.

"Ask what you like. It is nice to have a human show some curiosity," he replies.

You smile at that and step out to the door to call the kids in for cake and ice cream. Sam gets a smaller portion so that he doesn't end up hurting his stomach with overly rich human food. The party ends on a note of success, and you have more trouble than usual getting Sam to go to bed because he doesn't want to part with his presents. This is the longest you have stayed yet, and you've enjoyed every moment of it.

When you come downstairs Mr. Araza is in the kitchen, eating a slice of birthday cake. He looks up, his eyes shimmering gold. Your pay is on the counter. As you tuck it into your pocket he says,

"Do you want to stay for a drink? Coffee?"

Your lips tug into a grin and you glance at the clock, trying not to look too eager.

"Then again, it's late, so if you want to be on your way..."

"No, I'd love some coffee!" you almost shout.

You fix yourself a cup and pad into the living room. He joins you on the couch, his tail shifting restlessly as he tries to get all of himself up on it.

"I think you need a bigger couch," you point out.

He grumbles and flops down, letting his tail spill into your lap, the end flicking and curling gently around your wrist. You blink and take a sip of your coffee to try and calm down.

"Mr. Araza..." You begin and he flicks his tongue out, his eyes sharpening as he considers what he tastes in the air.

"You can call me Lith. We are familiar now."

"Lith," you repeat, trying out his name.

"What did you want to tell me?" He asks, pressing his cheek against one of the pillows, getting even more comfortable.

"I... I don't want you to pay me anymore," you blurt out. "I enjoy spending time with Sam, and I'd love to come over often. If you'll let me."

His eyes flicker closed and he lets out a bone-weary sigh.

"When did I get so comfortable with you, little human? You have invaded my life like a worm in an apple."

You consider this for a moment. "Is that... A good thing? I can't tell."

His eyes open, gazing at the ceiling. "It is a dangerous thing. Sam has imprinted on you. He sees you as someone he can trust."

Those words make you all warm, and your smile grows wider and more confident.

"And what about you? Do you trust me?"

"You have given me no reason not to," he muses. "Your personality draws me in, it beckons like a fire. It is a warmth I would like to bask in."

You've been resting your hand on his tail without realizing it, stroking it absently. He doesn't seem to mind, so you let your hand remain there, tracing his scales. You're content to sit in silence with him and contemplate this new level you're at with him. After a moment you realize he's squirming restlessly. Again.

"Is something wrong?"

"No." He pulls himself closer, setting his chin on his palm and staring at you.

"What?" You frown. "Do I have cake on my face?"

His gaze darts down and he eyes your lips for a moment, looking contemplative. The world seems to stop for a moment. It's just you, and him, and the crickets chirping outside. His eyes narrow and when his tongue flicks out again the tip nearly boops your nose. He pulls away with a soft sigh.

"You're welcome to visit whenever you like," he says simply and then slithers off the couch.

That's your cue to leave. You take a moment to rinse the mug in the kitchen before you grab your jacket. Lith follows you to the door.

"I'm booked tomorrow and the day after that, so I won't be seeing you two until Saturday, at least." You dig your hands into your pockets and add jokingly. "Think you can manage?"

Lith lifts his shoulder, his tail coiling somewhat restlessly behind. "Well. I might miss you. Goodnight."

The door closes softly in your face and you blink at the abruptness. Maybe things got a little too mushy for him. Something was definitely happening in there, but you're not sure what. You head to your car, humming. You're already looking forward to Saturday.

Unrelated but what's the boop all about? Can someone tell me please? I'm seeing it everywhere but I have no idea what's going on. It looks fun!

Edit - My dumbass just looked it up!! Should have done that first, lol.