#there's something so sweetly domestic about these two and i honestly love it

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

🎁 - Danbin

✧ ── 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 🎁 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 MODERN VERSE ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜʏ - ᴇɢɢ

"Have you ... ever thought about the end of the world?"

The question leaves his lips too quickly for him to catch, his heartbeat shooting up into his ears - pounding hard enough that he can practically feel the rising blush on his cheeks. Their positioning wasn't unsual, Robin often found himself cuddled up against his fiance's chest - somehow, someway, the killer's heartbeat manages to calm his songbird. Strange, given Robin's deepset fear of mortality - perhaps it was just simply because he was there with him then. Either way, cuddled up in their bed with Ham Sandwich nestled on the pillows above their heads with an ocean documentary lazily playing in the background was not the appropriate time to bring up the end of mankind. He feels the questioning look Danny is staring into his white hair, how does he always manage to make Robin feel like a blushing schoolboy?

Ugh.

"What I meant is - Well, what if earth just got tired of spinning And that was only the beginning?" Oh God above, he can tell he's making it weirder and rambling, but he can't stop. It's impossible and he knows there's no going back now that he's opened the flood gates. "There would be no hope in a return to the past - no going back to things as they once were. But ... Even then I wouldn't really want to be with anyone else but you, when the end comes around we can just run away to do whatever we please however we want. No rules, no work - just ... us. We can explore a bunch of abandoned buildings - I'll still give you wilted flowers, and I'm sure that we would just ... Be fine? Sure the world around us would change but I don't think that this ... " Robin's mind is screaming at him to shut up, "I think, even now, the only thing that makes my heart leap is you telling me you love me. Even with the threat of drones or bombs - if I had you I'd be happy." The assistant pulled himself from Danny's chest to look down at him, observing him with a curious tilt of his head, "And at least I'd still be allowed to call you mine ... You help me forget about that scary ticking clock after all - how could I ever want to let you go?"

Robin's cheeks are burning as he stares down at his lover, choosing to try and count the dark lashes framing Danny's beautifully icy eyes instead of actually looking into them. He doesn't want to know if his fiance thinks he's a freak now, or if he's genuinely satisfied by Robin's shit explanation: Hi! I was doom thinking and I just wanted to tell you that you're my one and only joy! Heh ... Then again, the killer was a little weirdo anyway - obsessed and needy; Robin's words of devotion probably rang in Danny's ears like Heaven's choir. His head is quick to descend back down onto the Killer's chest, eager to cuddle within their blankets and escape from the breeze of their cracked window, "I just hope its not through like ... Nuclear War, that would be so boring. Zombie's could be fun, but the smell would be positively rank. I think perhaps a nicely aimed solar flare would do the trick - think: the past century of technology wiped away in one foul swoop! Would we ever truly recover? Or polar opposite, AI takes over and we must form a resistance - "

...

"I ... I do not know what came over me to rant about such childish fantasies. Why do I feel as if you're smirking at me?"

[absolutebl]

Favorite first kiss?

Favorite First Kisses!

Doozie of a question. Here we go...

1 Until We Meet Again

I mean COME on. How could this not be the #1 best first kiss? It's so gentle and so good and so hot and just... EVERYTHING a first kiss should be in life. A++ romantic

2 Old Fashion Cupcake

THE LONG SHOT. The desperation. The finger bite. The oozing THIRST. A++ quality desire incarnate

3 Why R U? Korea

Korea, scooping in a top spot? It's just the body language, the striding in, dropping the backpack, the surprised MUTUAL response (no flinching), and all the yearning. A++ want

(Foreshadow: This may... or may not... be my top kiss of 2023.)

4 Bad Buddy

Seriously boys, BOYS! You had to make it so beautiful and so painfully heartbreaking at the same time? Thanks for that. A++ pain

(They may have a light kiss before this one, I can't remember. I keep meaning to do a BB rewatch but I have to gear up for it.)

5 Semantic Error

I mean, well, OBVIOUSLY. Just A++ they perfect, no notes

6 Second Chance

I am pretty sure this one got best kiss of 2021. All you KinnPorche stans are sleeping on this little gem = Tong delivering what amounts to BLs best drunk kiss ever. FIGHT ME. A++ confused needy babies

7 About Youth

Speaking of sweet af first kisses from first timers. This one drips in sweet innocence including a rainbow and some smiles. A++ first sweethearts

8 HIStory 2 Crossing the Line

Okay the actors kiss for a dream sequence before this but this is the characters' first kiss, so that kinda counts, right? It's just such a pretty kiss. A++ stay on target, stay on theme, utterly unique

9 My Dear Gangster Oppa

Ya know this show is just so much fun and so solid and this pair deserves more accolades then their previous series afforded them. A++ finally, well done you

10 I Feel You Linger in the Air

Okay it's just all the dialogue and execution around this kiss is great and then the kiss ALSO doesn't disappoint. Plus permission and snark and so much more. A+++ class & storytelling

Also, whaan (sweet) is a really good word to have seared into one's brain in Thailand. Useful when ordering drinks.

Okay they kinda kissed before but this is the one that counts:

I didn't know how else to put this category but I had to include it so I could include this kiss:

We Best Love

The crying bridge-top kiss. I mean COME ON. One of my favorite kisses of all time. I love it when the weep+smooch.

La Pluie

Honestly? All their kisses are good so I can't remember if this was their first but, it great. Frankly, off all their kisses it's not my absolute favorite, but they deserve a mention because... wow boys. Just... wow.

The Eclipse

Because of their dynamic I am pretty sure there was something before this one, but this one lives in my head.

Be Loved In House I Do

I'm not sure this counts as their first because I can't remember the sequence in BLIHID (he through line is a bit wonky in my brain) but it is a killer kiss.

There should be more Taiwan but...

The thing is, once a Taiwanese BL starts delivering great kisses they just keep it up. So unless the narrative puts particularly strong plot intent on the "firstness" of that first kiss, they just get all sexy domestic muddled in my head.

Honor the Crumbs - Sides & Shorts, Best First Kisses

Some More

"You can kiss me, heong."

2 Moons 2 - MingKit

It's just such a sweetly perfect first kiss of the very first time variety. Before About Youth, we had these two.

Cutie Pie - NueaSin

Kissing the kiss that won them their own series. No other audition needed. In the land of amazing kisses, and up against Zee, this ONE stood way out. Very good boys. Very good indeed.

kiss x kiss x kiss - perfect scandal (AKA the office ep)

Look, this is the kiss we should have gotten in Cherry Magic. It's great, both the hesitant "permission given" first part and everything that comes next. Track this down if you can, it's a lovely little short from Japan.

My Secret Love - TimMai

Very minor side dishes but they were all I cared about in this show. They gave me the kiss I wanted even if they didn't get the screen time the deserved.

You're My Sky - SanAi

We all know they stole this show, not that there was much to steal.

Kiss Me Again - PeteKao

Maybe not the best as a kiss, but it was 2016 and this was SO SIGNIFICANT to the fandom, to the plot of the show, to coming out, to EVERYTHING. This is THE TayNew kiss. I will never forget it. Never.

I don't have a good screen cap but MarkOuwen's kiss in the taxi in Love is Science? was also fantastic.

(source)

Kisses as of Dec 2023. Not responsible for great first kisses that come after this date.

Opinion and preferences based on these ideas of good kiss chemistry.

I want you thoughts, RT and add your favorites or leave a comment. I'm sure I'm forgetting some.

MORE?

[bowsellie]

better than revenge - pt 2

fic warnings: cheating, angst, love triangle. abby x reader, reader x ellie, abby x ellie kind of. MDNI, smut

part 1 part 3

warnings: not proof read! ellie x reader, smut without feelings, kind of toxic!reader, manipulatey!reader, SMUT, MDNI. oral (r! receiving), face fucking (e! receiving), praise, pet names.

The rest of the night was spent internet sleuthing. Going through the girls Abby followed named Ellie--of which there were three--and finding the only one with a pride flag in her bio. Requesting to follow and scrolling through her posts to confirm that she was exactly Abby's type. Liking a few of her recent posts to show her you've been looking, then going through your mutual friends to figure out your common link.

After some time gathering information, you decided to send her a message.

hey, idk if you know me but we have a couple friends in common. I can't believe we've never met, you seem so cool!

Shortly, a response came.

oh, hey! yeah I've seen you around but never had the chance to introduce myself haha. well, I'm ellie (obviously).

You let yourself fall into the comfortable lull of flirting with Ellie. Complimenting her appearance, her vibe. Mentioning your queerness. Bringing up the potential to meet up in person. Everything that had worked on Abby seemed to be working on Ellie.

oh, are you still dating that abby girl?

Shit.

oh, her. idk honestly haha. we're on a break or something, but I don't think we'll get back together. I kind of have my eye on someone else.

who?

You looked at her message, considering for a moment before the three dots on Ellie's side popped up again.

do I know them at least? I won't say anything if I do--swear.

how about we go out to coffee and I can tell you then?

Nervousness and excitement danced in your gut as you watched for her response. When the little "yes" appeared, you smiled to yourself and began to make plans to see Ellie.

---💗💗💗---

"You're so pretty, baby."

Ellie's mouth was against your ear, breathing hot and humid as you whimpered. Her knee grinding against your cunt, pressing into the seam of your jeans and expertly growing a pressure there that you knew would pay off sweetly.

Her soft mouth moved to kiss your face all over. Cheeks, brows, lips, as she whispered praises in between. "Prettiest girl I've ever seen. So perfect. I bet you're so sweet." At this suggestion, your hips bucked upwards and elicited a louder groan out of your mouth. "You want me to taste you, sweet girl?"

You nodded quickly, somewhat dazed already. Sex with Abby hadn't felt this good since the very beginning of your relationship, when sparks were still flying and the fire in your bellies was bright. Before the domesticity, and the comfort, and...

You should probably stop thinking about your girlfriend while fucking another girl.

Tuning back in, you noticed that Ellie had pulled your jeans and panties down in one swipe and was resting her cheek on your thigh, looking up at you with hungry eyes. Making eye contact, she leaned forward slowly until her warm mouth attached itself to your cunt. You closed your eyes as you moaned, immediately overwhelmed by how warm and wet and good it felt to have Ellie's tongue playing through your folds. She teased at your clit before moving back down and giving long licks to your pussy, listening attentively to what made you pant and groan and squirm underneath her. She focused more and more attention on your pulsing clit, sucking it between her teeth harshly and applying pressure that made your back arch and thighs clasp around her head. Your hands took two chunks of her hair and began to pull her closer to you, pushing your hips against her mouth as she sucked and lick at your clit. Tensing up and practically shouting her name, you came messily over her mouth.

Ellie leaned away and looked up at you with a grin, wiping her mouth on her hand. "You are sweet." She leaned forward over your body to kiss you sloppily, the tangy taste of pussy on your tongue.

“Ellie,” you whined. “I wanna taste you.”

“Want me to fuck your face, pretty girl?” You nodded enthusiastically, reaching to pull her close to you. Ellie discarded her jeans, moving to position herself above your face. She held you by your hair and lowered her wet cunt over your mouth, holding you still as she ground over your extended tongue.

The girl above you was a grunter. Between praises of how good you were doing, she was breathing out carnal pants and groans that grew louder when she began to increase the pressure. Your jaw was sore, but you knew Ellie was close as your teeth bumped against her clit one, two, three times. As her rhythm stuttered and the grip on your hair loosened, Ellie’s thighs squeezed tight around your head as she came right on your tongue. Your tastes blended into something strong that stayed on your tongue as Ellie climbed off your face, kissing your hair and heading towards the bathroom to grab a washcloth and clean you off.

Wiping down your legs and chin, you sat up and began retrieving your discarded clothes. Ellie sat on the edge of the bed, shy in a contrast to her precious persona. “Have somewhere to be?” she asked. She placed her weight on one hand behind her in an attempt to look casual, but a crease sat between her eyebrows.

“Yeah, it’s late and I have to get home. This was great though. I want to see you again.” Your words came out rushed, and you glanced up at Ellie.

“Yeah, let’s do this again. Should I, I don’t know, walk you home or something?”

You shook your head, already halfway out the door. “No no no, don’t worry about that.”

Suddenly, your plan was getting risky. Yes, you wanted Abby to find out and be jealous. But how were you planning to tell her? How would she actually react? The foundation began to crumble and you bit the bottom of your lip raw on the way home.

[atlasscrumpit]

Vampire Moon knight - Part 2

Reader insert

Part 1 here

You woke up the next morning feeling better than you ever had.

To be fair you hadn't slept for straight 8 hours in years.

You stretched and got up off the bed before finding a coat to wrap around yourself.

You ventured out of the room and saw Steven coming towards you.

"Oh, good morning, love. I was just coming to check on you." He said making you smile softly.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked standing close to you as you looked up at him.

"Honestly it was the best sleep I've had in years." You replied making him smile in return.

"Well, I'm going to cook up some breakfast. I'm sure you're hungry." He said holding onto your hand and pulling you through the hallways.

You chuckled softly and followed behind him.

You made it back to the kitchen and sat on the bench, watching Steven begin to make breakfast for everyone.

There was something so comforting about just watching him hum to himself and make breakfast.

Some part of you always craved domestic life like this, and if it had to be with three vampires you would take it.

As if on cue when Steven had finished cooking, Marc and Jake showed up at the entrance.

"You always know when to show up, don't you." Steven said making you chuckle as you helped him carry the plates into the dining room.

Jake came behind you once you'd placed the plates down and hugged you, making you laugh.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked kissing your cheek before pulling away.

"I did, it was the best sleep I've had in years." You said before sitting next to Jake and across from Marc and Steven.

"You would've slept even better in my bed." Jake said making you laugh and shake your head.

"Ignore him, Y/N." Marc said as Jake glared at him.

"Don't be jealous." Jake taunted making you laugh.

"Boys." Steven scolded as they both went silent.

"So, what do you do during the days here?" You asked as you began to eat.

"Well, there's not much to do. I usually work on cooking or I go to the library." Steven said as you nodded.

"Marc and I usually practice our sparring skills." Jake replied as you nodded.

"Maybe I'll stick with Steven today." You said as they chuckled.

"Maybe a day in the library isn't a terrible idea, especially if you're there." Jake said leaning into you as Steven and Marc glared at him.

"Stop flirting with her for two seconds." Marc grumbled as they glared at each other.

"Ignore them, love. Let's hear about you." Steven said as you felt yourself freeze a bit.

"We don't have to talk about me." You whispered poking around at your breakfast.

"Having a vampire hunter as a father couldn't have been easy." Steven said as you looked away from him.

"Not to mention that scar." Jake muttered as you stayed frozen.

"What scar?" Marc questioned as Jake stood up.

"Can I show them, Y/N?" Jake asked as you looked up at him and nodded.

He stood behind you and brushed the hair away from your neck to reveal the large scar.

"Love, who did this to you?" Steven asked as they looked at the horrifying scar.

"It was a vampire, but he didn't mean it. My father starved him and I was a stupid child." You muttered before you felt Jake's hand go through your hair, doing his best to comfort you.

"You never have to worry about being hurt again." Jake whispered, gently tilting your head to the side and kissing the scar, making you shiver.

"Jake, we're eating." Marc grumbled as he backed away and chuckled.

"What? I was just comforting her." He said with fake innocence making you chuckle a little.

Jake sat back down as you looked up at Steven.

"Thank you for telling us, love. Are you okay?" He asked sweetly as you smiled and nodded.

"I'm okay, thank you, Steven."

--

You sat in the library with Steven, going through the many books he had.

Suddenly you heard a scream and looked up in shock.

"Stay here, love." Steven said before he ran out of the library.

You snuck out and peeked outside of the door to see someone you wished to never see again.

"Father." You whispered as Steven and he began to fight.

He was about to stab Steven before you screamed.

"Stop!" You shouted, running out.

You looked up to see Marc behind him with blood on his hand.

Jake must've been the one that screamed.

"Father, please." You whispered as he looked at you and smiled, that sickening smile.

"There she is, my sweet girl." He said as you felt tears in your eyes.

"Don't go anywhere near her." Marc growled as Steven stepped back a bit and stood in front of you.

"Please, don't let him take me back." You whispered to Steven who offered you his hand to hold.

"Should've known you'd become a vampire's slut." Your father growled as you held onto Steven's hand even tighter.

"They aren't a threat. They helped me." You said making your father laugh.

"You're such a dumb little girl." He growled before Marc went to swing at him but he dodged it.

Jake came stumbling down the hallways before Steven left you.

"Jake! Get Y/N somewhere safe." Steven said as you rushed to Jake's side and helped him walk.

You practically dragged him into the library and laid him on the floor.

You ripped open his shirt to see the nasty bleeding wound.

You tore off some of your white dress and applied pressure to the wound.

"I'm sorry, Jake." You whispered as he looked up at you.

"Oh come on, mi amor. Don't start getting upset. I'll be okay." He said making you smile a little, you could hear Marc and Steven fighting your father outside.

"Look at me." Jake whispered as you looked back at him.

"We won't let him take you, okay?" Jake said as you nodded with tears in your eyes.

You heard Steven scream as you gasped and looked at the door.

"Keep pressure on the wound, I'm going out." You said placing Jake's hand onto the cloth.

You ran out and saw your father holding Steven's hair and forcing him to his knees.

"Stop! I'll come back, please just leave them." You whispered as your father looked at you.

"Look at you, willing to risk your life for some monsters." Your father said as you looked at Steven.

You looked at Marc behind you and he nodded to you.

You knew you needed to stall your father.

"I'll become a hunter, just like you. I won't ever run away." You said, you could see his grip was loosening on the blade.

Suddenly Marc grabbed the knife and Steven quickly broke free.

Marc plunged the knife into the back of your father as Steven ran to you and hugged you.

"Don't let her see." Marc growled as you buried your face in Steven's neck as he held your head there.

You heard your father's voice one last time before Marc killed him.

You still held onto Steven tightly for a few minutes until you pulled away and ran back to the library with Marc and Steven.

"Took you idiots long enough." Jake said making you chuckle.

"Let's get him to the healer's room." Marc said as Steven and Marc helped him up.

You followed behind them as they helped him to the healer's room.

Marc laid him on the table and you went through the various alcohols and medical supplies they had.

"I can stitch up the wound." You said grabbing all the necessities.

You came back to Jake and took away the cloth before you got to work.

"Only good thing I learned from my father." You muttered as you began to stitch up the wound.

--

After an hour you had stitched Jake up and bandaged him. You sighed and looked down at him to see him sleeping.

"I'll take care of Jake, go with Marc and get some rest, love." Steven said as you looked up with tired eyes.

"Are you sure?" You asked as he smiled and kissed your forehead.

"Yes, love. Go ahead." He said before Marc held onto your hand and pulled you out of the healer's room.

You made your way back to your room and collapsed onto your bed.

"Can you just...sit with me until I sleep?" You whispered getting under the covers and making Marc smile.

"Of course, sweetheart."

--

You woke up an hour later with your limbs entangled with Marc's, hearing Jake shout.

"Hey, I'm the one that got stabbed! I deserve the cuddles!"

[timaeusterrored]

(College Au because I love them)

The thing that had Kerry hauling ass up the stairs was a red truck. That meant Vincent was here, and was the person Kerry had wanted to see all day. Normally they’d run into each other in the art wing or between classes, but he hadn’t seen his input all day, or really even heard from him. A bit of nerves and insecurity bubbled in his gut as he walked into the apartment.

Vincent’s bag was on the couch, his boots by the door, and keys in on the counter. That was a good sign, that meant he was staying at least. He followed in his partners steps, bag next to his, keys next to his and kicked off his converse in the living room. It was an oddly domestic thing, seeing Vincent’s stuff around the apartment, mixed with his and Johnny’s.

He found his gorgeous input in bed, curled up under the blankets in what Kerry could assume was his shirt. He smiled, walking over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Boo.” Vince smiled and put his drawing tablet down, turning to get an actual kiss. “Welcome home.” Kerry could get used to that.

“How long have you been here? Haven’t seen you all day.” Kerry asked, stripping down to pull on comfy clothes, climbing into bed next to his partner to watch him draw. Some DnD thing that Kerry didn’t understand but thought looked cool. He felt Vincent raise his arms so Kerry could tuck into his chest.

“Few hours, wasn’t feeling the best today and wanted somewhere quiet.. I wasn’t ignoring you, I just woke up honestly.” Kerry knew that feeling all too well, looking up at him worriedly. Vincent had gone back to drawing, unaware of his worried partner now.

“Hey.. you okay now?” Kerry tilted his head down, the tablet being put on the nightstand with his pen. “I’m fine, Ker.. just felt a little down and wanted some peace. No need to worry.” He turned to face him completely, hugging him tight. Kerry stroked his cheek, humming. “Okay.. you can tell me if something is bother you, know you know that right?”

Vince nodded, kissing Kerry’s nose sweetly. “I know. Thank you..” he whispered. Vince then asked about his day and Kerry began to babble on about teachers and homework, a new song he was working on, about how much he missed Vince today. In return, Vince pressed kisses to his cheeks, neck, and shoulders while he talked. Distracting little fucker too.

Johnny wouldn’t be getting off until midnight that night, but they still ordered him some dinner for when he got home. They sat on the couch, watching a shitty reality show they had both gotten into while they ate. Vince had perked up a bit, much to Kerry’s delight. He hated seeing his angel so down, especially if this had been an all day thing… but there was something else. Something about him coming HERE for comfort. It made Kerry smile a bit at the thought.

They ended their night with a smoke on the fire escape, Vince talking about his DnD session with his friends. Kerry would never understand that game but seeing Vince so passionate and proud of it made him not question it, only ask questions and listen while he talked.

They crawled back into bed, not sleeping but softly talking while they waited for their third to come home, and at around 12:30am he did, walking in quietly. They could hear him moving around the apartment, dropping his keys next to theirs and heating up his dinner. When he finally came into the bedroom, he stripped to his boxers and cuddled up behind Kerry, he was beat. So were the other two.

They fell asleep curled up together, Johnny reaching over to have Vincent closer to them, Kerry in his personal paradise in the middle. He watched Vincent fall asleep, tracing the chrome lines in his cheeks with a small hum of appreciation for them. He tugged him closer and moved them both deeper into Johnny’s chest, falling asleep.

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#5

It's in his eyes

Jake Seresin x Y/N Trace

Summary: you met Jake at a masked party and got lost in his eyes, falling for him, hard. And Jake, well he was a lovesick puppy too after the party.

A/N: just look at the man's eyes, got distracted by the gif everytime I was trying to write. And that cute face

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432 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#4

Rainy days

A little Hangman x you drabble (established relationship)

Warnings: fluffy and very cute Jake

A/N: it’s raining here, so my thoughts wandered off while walking in the rain.

Enjoy!

***

“See, told you it was going to rain in the afternoon.” you told Jake playfully.

“Yes little miss smartypants, come here.” he said while dragging you in the rain and playing around like little kids, jumping in the forming puddles and sometimes hiding under trees.

“I’m glad we decided to go last minute on this trip, finally some real quality time” Jake started hugging you, back in the open, not caring anymore to get even more wet from the rain. You had to admit too that goofing around in the rain was more fun than you originally thought. Spending time together had lately become more intenser as Jake had come back from his last mission. Jake had felt it too, he came to the realisation how fragile life could be and that you were the one to keep his feet on the ground. The guys didn’t need to know it, but at home he could be Jake, no more Hangman, just domestic Jake and he loved it.

“Let’s get back to the cabin honey, before we’re getting cold.”

“Good idea babe, ooh can we lit the fireplace up” Jake could just happily nod at your excitement “you can do that, I don’t trust myself with fire, I’ll make us some hot chocolate.” you said, already feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside. Jake had to admit that he liked the idea too, in the past he would’ve hated it, but with you, everything was pure happiness.

When you got back to the rented cabin, Jake started the fire as you prepared everything for the hot chocolate. After drying yourself and changing in comfortable clothes, you came back to the sight of Jake building a comfy pillow pile on the ground in front of the fireplace.

“You’re full of great ideas too, you know that Jake?” you said as you joined him under the fluffy blanket.

“You too honey, we make the best team, come here miss snuggle-butt.”

“I thought you’d never asked” while snuggling in his embrace, this was home for you. Honestly nothing could make this moment better, just you and Jake in the most cute cabin in front of cosiest fireplace you’ve ever seen. Just the two of you, nothing else mattered anymore.

“Don’t tell the guys about this, you know, that I like this.” 

You tilted your head so you could look Jake in the eyes “You really like to keep your ego in check at work don’t you?” you smiled “but, i’ll keep it a secret, our secret. Soft Jake is only mine to know.”

“Yes he is.” Jake smiled sweetly.

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Yeah, another great idea of you.” you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I love you Jake”

“I love you too honey”

445 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#3

I did something stupid

Jake Seresin x female reader

Warnings: mentions of sex (no actual deeds), miscarriage, angst, happy ending. Minors DNI, go hide somewhere

A/N: don't read if your uncomfortable with the topics, and if you do read it, enjoy!

***

Two big idiots. That's what you and Jake were. When you met, the two of you became immediately friends. When you met his friends, all of them quickly noticed the lingering sexual tension. You two needed your first fight to end up making up in his bed. Both liking it, it became a regular thing.

But as said before, you two were idiots. Always kicking the other one out after sex. Thinking it was better that way. Of course until the one night Jake stayed the night. You needed him and for one night he couldn't leave you behind, lonely and vulnerable. The next morning, you both woke up feeling the happiest you've ever been in the morning, but not daring to admit it in fear of rejection from the other one.

But it didn't stay with one night, eventually there was always an excuse to stay, it's too late to drive home, you had drank a little too much to drive, or the other one was too tired. Finding an excuse became too easy because waking up next to each other was just simply so nice. In the meantime you had started to take the pill, both wanting, no needing to feel every little thing when he was inside you.

Just like everyone noticed the sexual tension, every one had now noticed the feelings.

Out of you and Jake, you were the first to notice. Most women didn't dare to flirt with Jake anymore as he was glued to you and vice versa. But when one did, you couldn't help yourself to feel extremely jealous. On these nights, you started your sessions in the toilets if the Hard Deck or in the car. You needed to know he hadn't forgotten about you.

Natasha knew when you had figured your feelings out.

"You know deep down he's in love with you."

"No he's not, it's just sex Nat. And I don't want to risk loosing that on top of rejection too."

Jake started to notice his feelings when you were complaining about a headache. He just wanted, no needed to take care of you. And he also wanted to test the theory he heard, that sex helps with headaches. The first thing you learned was that it indeed helped. The second thing you learned in the morning, it was not just a headache, but the flu. And it hit you hard, high fever, vomiting, every single muscle in your body aching. Jake felt this urge to take care of you, he tried to fight it but eventually gave in and it scared the shit out of him.

After realising his feelings for you, Jake became like a magnet. He pushes you away scared for his feelings and a possible rejection and suddenly he changes his poles and gets pulled back to you realising he misses you. And then the day came, the realisation you hadn't had your period in a very long time. The verdict was very clear: pregnant.

In the beginning things were going very well. You both decided to keep the baby and Jake was taking care of you. But being two idiots, neither had told about your feelings. Yes you two talked, about everything except the one topic that has been lingering in the back of your minds.

Jake was never going to admit it, but his heart warmed every day more and more with the idea of a little him growing in your belly. The excitement was written on your faces and a week after finding out, Jake told the squad.

"Congrats man, does this finally mean you've told her?" Javy had asked Jake.

"Nah, I'm not gonna ruin what we have now. I don't wanna loose them over some feelings that I have. It's better like this." Jake wasn't going to say it, but the sex has never been better, it was so intense since finding out you were pregnant.

"Jake, man, talk, this will end very badly."

Over next few weeks things changed. You both wanted to say the three words that were on the tip of your tongues. Your hearts started to ache not daring to say it. Instead of listening to your friends advice, Phoenix also tried talking some sense into you, you and Jake started to focus on your jobs. And yes, the magnets started to turn again. For you, not able to keep your emotions in check, the fights became too much to handle. Jake noticed it and left that night.

"I think it's better if we don't see each other for a while."

"Don't go Jake, I need you. We need you." You had cried, but he was already out of the door. As he left you felt this feeling hit you something was wrong, you couldn't place it yet, but something was very wrong. You brushed it off and pulled extremely long days at work, ignoring everyone's calls and texts until it all came crashing down at you one evening.

"Bagman, what are you doing here? I just passed her place on my way here, why was there an ambulance at her door?" Natasha almost shouted at him, still panting from running inside.

"How should I know? We're taking a break okay?! It hurts seeing her."

"They didn't talk yet." Coyote interfered by taking the beer out of Jake's hand.

"Idiots. How much you've had to drink? Coyote, please take him home, I'll go to the hospital."

***

The moment they told you you had lost the baby the world came crashing down on you. It was good that Natasha was there so you had someone familiar to lean on.

You got discharged the next morning and Natasha stayed with you until you were settled in at your place.

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466 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

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You're cute

Rooster x wife reader

Warnings: fluffy, little baby Nick, so it’s cute.

***

When Bradley came home he couldn’t find you immediately. Until your soft humming started to flood around the silent house. He tiptoed as silently as he could to Nick’s room and stopped in the  open door to get mesmerised by the sight in front of him. You were feeding Nick in the rocking chair with your eyes closed, a small smile on your lips and humming a soft song. God he loved this sight, the two people he loved the most enjoying each other's company. Yup, Nick was enjoying the moment too as he was making the cutes smacking noises and wiggling his little feet while drinking and listening to your soft humming.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Bradley standing in the doorway smiling like a big idiot, your lovely big idiot.

“Hi baby.”

“Hi sweethearts.”

“Come here, instead of standing over there, we don’t bite.” You smiled.

“Oh yeah, sorry, just loved looking at the two of you being so cute.” He confessed and kissed you and Nick’s as he kneeled down next to your chair. “How was he today?” Bradley said while patting Nick carefully on the head, loving the way his soft hairs felt under his hands.

“He’s been sweet, slept well, pooped well and I think he missed you.”

“I missed you too buddy, but I’m here now for a whole week, you’re gonna miss your just-you-and-mommy-time.” When you finished feeding Nick you signalled Bradley to take him over.

“You’re home for a whole week? I like that, you probably too huh Nick, just don’t learn him bad manners.” You teased him while you tried finding a good way to hug him with Nick in his arms, eventually from the side was a good position.

“You’re cute you know that?”

“You might have said something like that Bradley," you smiled lovingly at him, "I love you.”

“I love you too and you too Nick.”

620 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Mister grumpy chicken

Rooster x Wife reader & baby Nick

Warnings: you’re having a fight, very tired parents, will get fluffy

Enjoy!

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It was one those days, or rather weeks. Nick hasn’t been sleeping well for over a week, due to teething, a growth spurt and he learned something new. The first night Bradley was still home but just as most nights he didn’t hear Nick crying, so it came all down on you and as of the next day he stayed at base for the rest of the week due to training. If you got lucky you got 4 hours of sleep in total. Once you held Nick in your arms he calmed down quickly, but getting him back in his bed was not that easy and before you knew it your alarm went off, again. This was your whole workweek, getting up early to take Nick to daycare, going to work, rushing back to daycare, taking Nick to the supermarket with you, getting back home to feed Nick, doing the laundry and trying to play with Nick in between, bathing him every other day, putting him in bed, cooking food for yourself if you didn’t forget, taking the laundry out of the washing machine, clear away Nick’s toys which are shattered all over the floor and by that time it was also time for you to get in bed. And the next day it was the same all over again, since some coworkers called in sick, you drowned in work and didn’t even have the time for some small talk at work.

You didn’t know how you managed to survive this hell week, but you sure looked and felt like a zombie. And just like that it was Friday, you didn’t work on Fridays so could take care of Nick since daycare was pretty expensive. Even though Nick had been playing well and had slept a bit, he started getting fuzzy knowing his dad would get home today. But as it eventually got 5 pm, Bradley still wasn’t home, so you send him a text with a picture of Nick saying he misses his dad.

After putting Nick to sleep at 7 pm, you finally heard the front door open when you almost felt asleep on the couch.

“Bradley, babe?” You got no answer as he walked right past you straight to the bathroom. With all your heart you wanted to join him, but you had no energy left so you dragged yourself to the bedroom letting yourself fall on the bed, still wearing your clothes. 

You got waken abruptly by getting poked in your side. “Nick’s awake, you go, I’m tired.” Bradley mumbled, you lifted your head up to look at your alarm clock, 20:25, time hadn't really passed and you were still wearing your jeans. 

“Bradley, can’t you please check on him for once, I apparently still need to change, and I haven’t slept we-“ before you got the chance to end you sentence, Bradley interrupted. “I’m the one who has been working hard this week and we had night flights, so believe me I am the one who’s tired! I’m gonna sleep on base, at least it’s quiet there!” He almost screamed at you, hearing his daddy yell resulted in Nick crying even harder.

“Bradley, please stay, Nick…” You tried to reason him with tears rolling down you face, but he had already taken his bag and left. “I can’t do this alone” you whispered to yourself.

You were able to calm Nick down for a minute, but he felt you were tense and started wiggling and whining in your arms. You didn’t want to bother anyone, but for both your and Nick’s sake you needed someone to help you out.

“Please, pick up” you whispered in the phone with tears falling down on your cheeks.

“Y/N? Hey! How’s everyt-” 

“Nat, can you please come over?” You interrupted her, “I can’t do it, Bradley… and Nick’s been having a hard time. Ssshhhh Nick, everything will be alright.” You sobbed and tried to coo Nick at the same time.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m on my way, tell me what happened.” As Natasha kept the line open during her ride over, you were able to tell her what happened. It felt good, finally able to talk to someone, so good that she arrived earlier than you expected.

“Woah, girl you look like shit.”

“Thanks," it was a complement compared to how you felt "can you take Nick over for a minute?” You asked while handing him over.

“Yes of course, I’ll try putting him in bed, you go take a shower, I think you might need one.” She was right, the hot water helped your muscles finally relax and for the first time this week and your head was just empty, no thoughts, no worries, just the sound of water.

When you got back to your bedroom to put your clothes away, Natasha joined you. 

“I called Jake, he was busy chasing a nurse, so he’s still on base, Bradley arrived safely and was one ray of sunshine, I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s the matter with him today, but Jake’s gonna kick his ass in the morning.” She smiled. 

“Nat, you’re one hell of friend, I’m so thankful you took me in as part of that big idiot family.”

“Hey, I’m the one who’s thankful, now I’m not the only girl anymore.” She said while hugging you, as you melted in her hug, she noticed your loneliness. “Do you want me to stay?” You nodded. “I don’t think mister grumpy chicken will mind that I take his place for the night.”

“Mister grumpy chicken” this was the first time this week you genuinely laughed. “I’m gonna change his name in my contacts to that. And I’m in for a girls-only sleepover, and Nick of course.” It was the first time this week that Nick has finally slept through the night, so did you. When you woke up and saw it was already 9 am, you hysterically ran to Nick’s room to find it empty, relieve washed over you when you heard his little squeals echo from the living room.

“I think a good night of sleep did wonders to the two of you, you look a lot better. Nick’s already been fed and playing like his life depends on it.”

“Thanks Nat. You’re the best!” You ran over to hear to give her a big, warm hug and immediately got interrupted by a giggling Nick. “Good morning to you too, come here.” You said while picking him up. “Nat, did you… did you hear something from Bradley?”

“Oh yes, Jake has had some fun already, he bunked with Bradley on base and Bradley is really regretting yesterday. He’s expecting you at the beach. Nick stays with me, we still have a lot to discuss, ain’t that right Nick?” You heard Nick answer with one of his cute “bababababa’s” “See, we’ll be okay? Would you mind if Bob came over? He misses this little goofball too.”

“No problem, I think Nick would love it, he adores uncle Bob.”

Since it was not that warm anymore, you put on jeans that hugged your waist nicely, a cute top and one of Bradley’s sweaters. When you arrived at the beach you got a text from Bradley where to meet him. Instantly your face lit up when you saw his new screen you had given him yesterday evening.

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1,094 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

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Norman Osborn X Female Reader

I Forgot My Umbrella - Part 30

Word Count: 3609

Summary: You and Norman are interrupted by an unexpected visitor.

Warnings: Age gap. Make-out. PG/PG-13.

A/N: I believe some of ya'll wanted a bit of a heavier make-out sooo.... you're welcome. Still wholesome. Still decent. Yay for respecting boundaries! That's today's lesson: know what stop means.

Also, I believe Maskmare will enjoy today's surprise visitor.

Tagging: @druigswh0ree @digital-demise @maskmare931 and @b1ueoff1ine

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Having breakfast with Norman was like something out of a dream. It gave you a glimpse into that domestic life with him that you longed for. The two of you ate, chatted, had some coffee, and then moved into Norman’s office to talk some more. It was nearly noon and you had started walking around, inspecting Norman’s extensive mask collection.

“Wow you weren’t kidding!” You laughed, “You do have quite the collection.”

You had never really gotten into ceremonial masks. You personally found them a little unsettling. It was like they were watching you; passing judgment. As you stepped up to one, Norman sat in a nearby chair, his blue eyes glued to you.

“I can’t really explain why I love masks so much,” he said, “I suppose because I’ve always worn one, in some form or another.”

You looked back at Norman with a raised eyebrow. He gave you a kind smile as he tried to explain.

“Since I was a boy I put up a facade. Act strong and everyone will believe it. That’s how I built my company. Somewhere along the way, that mask just became who I was…”

“That can happen,” you said with a nod, “But I myself have never been very good at hiding much of anything.”

“I greatly admire that about you,” Norman said sweetly. 

You turned to Norman. Inspecting him as he lounged in the chair, you were overcome with the urge to kiss him. Dressed in that black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a smile on his face- it was like he was asking for it. 

But not just that… you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

After what he did in the car yesterday, he honestly deserved it. 

You stepped around the front of the chair, lightly tracing your fingers along Norman’s arm which sat on the armrest. You saw Norman shudder slightly as his eyes snapped to your face. 

“Well, it’s like I always say: Honesty is the best policy.”

You suddenly slid your right knee up on the chair next to his as you leaned over him. You slowly ran your hands up his exposed forearms till you reached where his sleeves touched his elbow- fully trapping him in place. Norman pulled back a little, blue eyes wide with surprise. His ears started to turn a bright shade of pink as you leaned closer to him. 

“And I honestly wanna kiss you right now,” You said as seductively as you could. 

Norman broke out into a laugh. You could’ve stopped there, already feeling a little embarrassed. But Norman didn’t seem too keen on letting you escape. 

Meeting you halfway, your boyfriend granted your request. However, this time was a little different than the kisses before. The next thing you knew, Norman had pulled you forward to sit on his lap. His right hand slid up your neck to tangle into your hair while the other ran down the side of your leg. The sensation of his touch was intoxicating. As one of your hands snaked into his hair, the other gripped his shirt collar. 

All you could think about was how much you loved him. 

How much you wanted to be with him forever.

Eventually needing air, you ducked your head down to take several deep breaths. This was usually the moment the both of you would catch your breath. Maybe laugh and talk.

But Norman clearly didn’t want to talk. 

He pressed several kisses to your jaw, then down your neck. You closed your eyes, still trying to find air for your lungs. A jolt went through you as you felt his left hand start to hike up the side of your shirt. The minute his fingers met your bare skin, your hand moved like lightning to grab his. 

“Norman, stop.” You gasped. 

“I’m sorry,” he said with shock as he pulled back, “I… I got carried away… I’m so sorry.”

Norman looked utterly ashamed of himself. You took a second to calm yourself, taking several deep breaths. After a moment, you laced your fingers with his and gave him a smile to let him know you weren’t all that upset. 

“It was my fault… I shouldn’t have tempted you.”

You gave a laugh and Norman chuckled along. 

“I’m not a very strong-willed man, Y/N. You should know that going forward.”

“Duly noted.”

You finally looked down at yourself. You had been so caught up in the feelings and sensations, you hadn’t fully realized your position. 

And now that you did, your face started to burn like a wildfire. 

“I… I don’t… I… I’m not… I’ve never…” 

You started babbling as your anxieties skyrocketed. Norman had always seen you as a pure respectable lady. That’s how you wanted to be seen. The way you just acted would likely shatter that image of you. In the darkness of your worries, you told yourself that you were acting no different than Paige trying to seduce Norman. 

“Y/N? What’s-”

You went to get up but Norman quickly caught your arm. You let him guide you back down so that you were sitting beside him. He held both your hands as he spoke. 

“Talk to me. I know that face. What’s going through that head of yours?”

You met Norman’s serious gaze and quickly looked away. You felt silly. Like a child. Your anxieties told you that you weren’t mature enough for this kind of relationship. You had no experience and you got embarrassed with things so easily. Now you were all flustered. And here you thought you were finally getting comfortable with being close with him. 

“I shouldn’t have acted like that,” you muttered, “Like some kind of hussy.”

Norman laughed at your word usage. 

“Y/N, it’s okay! You didn’t do anything bad. How you felt and your need to express it is completely normal.”

Norman hooked a knuckle under your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

“If anyone is at fault here, it’s me. I crossed a boundary.”

“I was…. I was trying to pay you back for what you did in the car…”

Norman chuckled and pressed a kiss to your fingers. 

“Trust me, you did. My heart is still pounding.”

Norman held your hand against his chest and sure enough, his heart was beating wildly. You inspected his face and saw that not only had his ears turned red, but his whole face as well. 

“Mission accomplished then,” you giggled. 

With a loving smile, Norman pulled you into his side and tucked your head under his chin as he wrapped an arm around you. Being close to him, you could still feel the rapid beating of his heart. The two of you sat like this for a while before another worry crossed your mind.

“Are you… are you mad that I don’t want…”

You weren’t really sure how to word your question, but thankfully Norman understood what you were asking.

“No. I may be a little impatient, but I am not mad. I respect you too much to be mad.”

“I appreciate that,” you sighed.

“I will do my best to behave, but I can’t promise anything. I may push the envelope from time to time.”

You giggled as you placed a hand on his chest.

“I’m fine with some stuff… Just… don’t go too far, ya know?”

Norman started stroking your hair.

“For now. I’m happy to just be able to hold you like this,” he said. 

“I do like this.” You agreed as you snuggled closer, “But I also like all the kissing.”

Norman laughed before kissing the top of your head. 

“You’re something else, you know that?”

“I already told you. I’m a national treasure.”

“Indeed you-”

Norman was suddenly cut off by the sound of a slamming door. Footsteps echoed through the halls as a voice called out.

“Dad?! Are you here?”

Your blood ran cold as you heard Harry Osborn’s shout. You looked up at Norman. His face was drained of color as he stared in horror at the door.

Neither of you were ready for this. 

“Dad!”

With Harry’s second shout, the both of you bolted up from the chair. You fixed your own clothes before turning to Norman and trying to straighten out his tousled hair. 

“What do we do?” you whispered, “Do you want to tell-”

“No,” Norman whispered back, “Not like this. You have to hide.”

“Norman…”

Your boyfriend gave you a pleading look as he took your hand.

“I’m not ready to tell him, Y/N. Not yet. I’ve had enough emotional ups and downs today.”

That was a valid argument. Norman didn’t really need the added stress of telling his son that he was dating his own assistant that was half his age. And truthfully, you weren’t mentally prepared either. So at the risk of feeling like a teenager hiding from your boyfriend’s mom, you decided to go along with Norman’s request. 

“Where do I hide?” you asked as you listened to Harry’s footsteps drawing closer.

Norman pointed towards the loft.

“He won’t look up there. Go!”

You ran up the narrow staircase that was tucked out of sight and emerged at the top. You gave Norman a quick wave before ducking down between two bookshelves. You still had a pretty good view of Norman and the room from your spot. But you were hidden in shadow so anyone below couldn’t see you. Not unless they were really looking. 

“Can you see me?”

Norman stepped around to the side, checking a few angles.

“No. Your-”

The office door opened and Norman turned on his heels to face his son.

“Harry!” he greeted, “It’s good to see you!”

You watched as Harry stepped into the room. Norman pulled him into a hug and the boy returned the embrace. You noticed how he closed his eyes, fully enjoying the moment. It made you realize that he likely relished moments like this as they were rare to him before. It was a strange thought to you, given how touchy Norman was with you. People really can change.

“What brings you by?” Norman asked as he pulled back.

“I was just in the neighborhood,” Harry answered with a shrug.

“Well it’s always good to see you. How are things at school?”

Norman and Harry both moved to sit in the set of high backed chairs. Norman of course took the one that faced towards the loft. And, even though he couldn’t see you, his eyes would occasionally dart upward towards your hiding place. You wanted to tell him to stop looking so suspicious.

“Things are going okay I guess…”

You hated to listen in on their conversation like this, but there wasn’t much you could do. You just hoped Harry wouldn’t stay for very long…

Your foot was likely to fall asleep if you sat here for too long. 

——

Norman tried his best not to look up at the loft and draw attention to you. He should’ve led Harry out of the room. But the boy had headed straight for one of the chairs leaving Norman no choice but to follow suit. 

“Did you finish that report you were working on?” Norman asked. 

He wanted to keep the conversation going even though you were hiding. He didn’t want to ruin this crucial moment with his son. 

“Yeah I finished it,” Harry answered, “I’m really struggling with some of my business courses though.”

“You’re smart, son. You’ll figure it out.”

Harry scoffed and Norman cocked his head.

“What?”

“I’m still trying to get used to… this.” 

Harry gestured towards Norman.

“What do you mean?” Norman questioned.

“Well, before you’d never give me compliments. I had to fight for them.”

Harry’s eyes went wide and instantly began backtracking.

“I’m sorry. I’m not complaining I just…”

“No you’re right,” Norman said with a sigh, “I was never very supportive, was I?”

“You did your best, dad. You were taking care of a company. It was important.”

“Not as important as you,” Norman countered, “And I hate how long it took me to see it.”

“Better late than never, I guess.”

Norman nodded solemnly. He knew he had a lot to make up for. 

“I also wanted to tell you…. Pete and I talked.”

Norman perked up, eyes wide. 

“You did? How’d it go?”

Harry shrugged. He pulled into himself; like he was trying to hide inside of the chair. 

“Got a lot out in the open, I think. MJ was there too. She actually apologized. And… and so did I.”

“That’s good!” Norman said with a smile, “I’m glad you all were able to talk things out.”

“It’s still really awkward,” Harry lamented, “But I think I’m gonna move back into the apartment. I don’t really like my new place…”

“I’ve paid the rent clear up until the end of the year,” Norman said with enthusiasm. 

“Thanks Dad…”

Harry leaned forward to brace himself on his knees. His eyes were on the floor as he spoke. 

“Pete also told me how you offered him a part time job.”

“Does that upset you?” Norman asked carefully. 

Harry met his father’s gaze and shrugged. 

“It did at first but I’m okay. Maybe with a proper job he’ll finally pay his part of the rent on time.”

Harry chuckled to himself as he cast his eyes back to the floor. 

“I think working at OSCORP is a good fit for him… and he told me he’s really considering it. He asked me if it was okay and I told him it was.”

“Harry, I’d you ever wanted to work at-”

“I don’t,” Harry said quickly, “Not right now anyways. I wanna finish college and really get all that business stuff down first.”

Norman smiled and bobbed his head in agreement. 

“That’s smart. Learn all you can now so you’ll be ready for the future.”

“Yeah…”

An awkward silence settled between the two Osborns and Norman struggled with what to say next. He ended up falling back on work related things. 

“So… there’s a gala this Friday. We’re celebrating the new direction of the company. I’d like you to come.”

Harry flopped back into the chair. 

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t have to come,” Norman said, “But you’re invited. It’s going to be a fantasy masquerade.”

Harry cocked an eyebrow. 

“Fantasy Masquerade, huh? Did ya lose a bet or something?”

With a laugh, Norman shook his head. 

“No. I quite like the idea. Y/N picked it out.”

Norman couldn’t hide the pride in his voice. Harry’s eyebrows went up as his curiosity was piqued. 

“Y/N? Whose that?”

“You met her before,” Norman said, trying to sound casual, “She’s my assistant.”

Norman, of course, felt it best not to mention your status as his girlfriend.

“Ah, right. The cute girl in the flower blouse.”

“Yes…” Norman sighed wistfully. 

Norman settled back into his chair, his eyes drifting towards the loft. You were cute in your flower blouse. It was one of his favorite outfits that you wore. 

“Say, dad…?”

“Hmmm?”

Harry flippantly gestured towards the door.

“Would you wanna go get some lunch tomorrow?”

Norman grinned as he leaned forward on his knees.

“I’d like that a lot. You can come by the office around noon.”

Harry rose to his feet.

“Alright, cool… I better get over to the apartment. I’m supposed to move myself back in.”

Norman stood and started walking Harry to the door.

“Do you need any help? I can go with you.”

Harry gave a smile and patted his dad’s shoulder.

“It’s okay. Pete’s gonna help me. I’ll see ya tomorrow, aight?”

Norman nodded, brimming with pride for his son. Just as he was about to tell him goodbye, Harry’s attention was snagged by something in the office. He did an abrupt turn and pointed.

“Where did that come from?”

Norman scowled.

“Where did what come from?”

Turning to see where his son was pointing, Norman feared that your coat was somehow in the room even though he knew it was in the closet by the door. In a way, the thing Harry had noticed was worse than your coat- it was the drawing you had done of him.

“Oh! That…”

Harry shuffled up to it and gently picked it up. Norman drifted over next to him, fighting the urge to boast about your artistic ability. He had put it here in the office amongst some of his favorite pieces. 

“This is really good,” Harry praised.

“Yes it is. It was a gift from… a friend.”

Norman struggled not to say your name. He was so torn between his pride in you and his fear of Harry’s reaction. He just wasn’t ready to face that music. He needed more time. He needed to plan the right speech…

At this rate he’d never be ready.

“Is it the same friend who helped you change your mind on stuff?” Harry asked quietly.

Norman was confused for a moment until he remembered the night he and Harry met at the diner by chance. Norman had admitted that someone had taught him that his way of solving problems was not the best way. While surprised that Harry remembered the passing comment, he was also happy he did. That meant he was at least listening.

“Yes, the same friend.”

“Girl?”

Norman scowled.

“A Woman, yes.”

“Right…”

Norman saw the gears turning in Harry’s head. He was likely overthinking- he was an Osborn after all.

“Harry-?”

“Dad, if you ever wanted to date somebody I wouldn’t care,” Harry suddenly blurted, “I know you’ve been alone since mom died and that’s gotta be hard. And I know you really loved her, but I don’t think she’d want you to be alone forever. And I… I wouldn’t be upset.”

Norman’s eyebrows went up as he watched Harry set the portrait back down. His son never once made full on eye contact with him, but Norman didn’t care. 

“You mean that?”

“Yeah,” Harry shrugged, “It wouldn’t be fair if I said you couldn’t… Just… don’t go marrying some gold digger, alright? I don’t want a stepmom that’s younger than me.”

Norman gave a sly smile.

“I promise, Harry- I would never consider someone younger than you.”

“Good… Well, I really better go. Bye dad.”

The two of them shared a hug after Norman had walked Harry to the front door. As Norman watched Harry walk away, he smiled. Their interactions still felt a bit strained but Norman was happy with the small amount of progress. 

As he headed back towards the office, he held his head high. Despite the debacle going on with the Goblin, everything else was going well. He had to stay focused on the good things for now. Worrying over something that might happen wouldn’t help. He just had to stay strong and work on the formula when he had the chance. That was the best way to deal with this. If he let himself get stressed out over it, he would only be giving the Goblin what he wanted.

“Y/N?”

Norman stepped into the office to find you peeking out from the top of the loft. He smiled up at you and you grinned.

“That was a close one, huh?” you laughed.

“Indeed it was... What do you say to going for a walk with me?”

You beamed at him and gave an enthusiastic nod. But then your features fell.

“I should probably go home, actually… Tracy is bound to be flippin’ out. I wouldn’t be surprised if she called the police.”

“Ah right…” Norman tried his best not to sound too disappointed, “I’ll have Charles drive you home.”

“If you come with me, we can take the long way,” you offered with a smirk.

“We certainly can.”

—

You arrived back at your apartment and Norman offered to go inside with you to help quell Tracy’s worries.

“No, no. I’ll be okay. I’m more worried about her insinuating something. If you know what I mean.”

“Ah.”

Norman rubbed the back of his neck and you could see the red taking over his ears.

“Appearances can be deceiving,” he chuckled, “Have fun.”

“Right… fun… ugh.”

You ran both hands over your face before turning to Norman and kissing him goodbye.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, “Be good. Go to bed on time tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am. You’re the boss.”

You smirked at Norman.

“Sure am.”

Heading inside, you trudged up the stairs and paused just outside of your apartment. 

“Here we go…”

You unlocked the door and were instantly attacked by Tracy’s shouting.

“Y/N!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!”

“Oh hey Tracy,” you greeted casually.

Tracy threw a pillow at you and you barely dodged it.

“Where have you been, young lady?! I was worried sick!!”

You sighed as you hung up your coat and started into the room.

“I was- Kevin?”

You now saw your other college friend seated on the couch. He rose to his feet and pointed at Tracy.

“She called me. Said you were dead in a ditch somewhere because Norman Osborn killed you.”

You looked at Tracy with disbelief and she shrugged.

“I panicked. You better be glad I didn’t call the cops.”

“She wanted to,” Kevin said, “But I told her to give it a full 24 hours.”

“Good call,” you said with an eye roll, “Thanks.”

You came and sat down on the couch with a huff. You still needed to get a shower and change your clothes. But that would have to wait. First you had to survive the interrogation of your friends.

Oh joy.

[glowingbadger]

Okay folks, get ready for a Modern Au Fluffy Megapost~

Firstly, Sylvain and Dimitri have gotten a fluff post already that you can see here if you like! I'll think about whether I have anything to add that would be relevant to a Modern AU for them, but their sections are gonna be shorter as a result.

Yuri, Felix, Ashe x GN Reader

Fluffy relationship headcanons - SFW

Yuri:

- At first, it's not really in Yuri's base nature to be soft and gentle towards a lover. "Delicate" in the cunning, teasing sense, perhaps- but vulnerable and kind? Less so. Which is why it's a bizarre feeling for him when he finds himself wanting to be softer to you- wanting to comfort you and hold you and protect you. He doesn't really know what to do with this new-found tenderness at first, but it will start to manifest in how he treats you despite himself. His tone is completely different with you, he smiles to himself whenever he checks his phone to see you've messaged him, he starts saving songs you mention to listen to later- he simply can't help it.

- He won't let on that he's got quite a lovely singing voice for some time (he intentionally doesn't audition for musicals)- but one night, as your head rests on his lap as he reviews a script for the next play on campus that he's performing in, he starts quietly humming to himself. He stops as soon as he realizes you've noticed, but you carefully say, "I'm... pretty sure I recognize that song- how does the rest go?" He indulges you, humming the rest, even peppering in some of the lyrics. But by the end, he smiles with a quirked eyebrow and pokes your cheek playfully, "Don't think you fooled me with that line earlier- you couldn't repeat a single note of that song, you were just goading me into singing it."

- After this though, he does treat you to a song or two whenever you're upset or not feeling well. He knows that, with all of the complex and duplicitous relationships he's left behind him, it's a relief to finally have something he can give you that he's never willingly given to a partner before. So when you're sick or stressed or dealing with a mental health issue, he'll stroke your hair and sing softly to you, the quiet smile you wear tugging sweetly at his heart.

Dimitri:

(most of my thoughts are in the link above)

- Dimitri loves doing boyfriend tasks for you, like carrying heavy things (really any things) for you, reaching the top shelf, opening jars (he has broken one or two), and so on. He's the type to make sure to hold the umbrella over you even if it means he gets rained on.

- He's a clumsy texter, and his messages to you are always full of type-o's and ridiculous auto-corrects. He also has every voicemail you've ever left him saved on his phone and will listen to them when he hasn't seen you for a while.

Sylvain:

(once again, he's in the link up there)

- He sends you stupid memes of animals with "this is us" typed below. Most of his signs of affection are dumb and cute but goofy like that, and getting him to actually level with you and express his genuine love and care for you can be pretty rare.

- Sylvain secretly likes romcoms, like, a lot. He tries to brush it off, saying, "Oh you know, I've just seen a lot of them on dates." but his encyclopedic knowledge of their plots and cast suggest otherwise. Once he fesses up to you though, he refuses to meet your gaze and mutters, "it's just.. nice sometimes to think that a relationship can actually be like that, y'know?"

Felix:

- He's so bad at being soft, but he wants to be for you, but also doesn't want to be because ew feelings. Which he has a lot of. This is why the main way he expresses his affection is through physical contact. It's mostly in private, where he can be super cuddly with you- but in public, he'll still find times to lightly brush his hand against yours, or an excuse to "fix" your hair, mumbling, "It's flying all over the place, hold still-" even though it's really not that out of place, he just wants a reason to touch you.

- Felix is a funny one to bring your problems to. He's actually a surprisingly good listener for someone he cares about, so he's happy to just hold onto your hand and listen to you vent about whatever's bothering you. If it's an interpersonal problem, he'll probably offer to confront or straight up fight whoever is giving you trouble, which might at least get you to laugh, even though he fully means it. But for a more serious problem, he'll quietly wipe away your tears and remind you, "Hey, listen- you just... keep living your life as you, okay? You can't be anyone else, and I don't want you to be."

- He secretly loves it when you play with his hair. While he's studying or gaming, he likes to lean back against the edge of his bed or a couch and have you sitting behind him brushing out his hair, or even braiding or pulling it up for him if you like. He finds your touch incredibly soothing, and there have even been times when he's spaced out a bit and completely forgotten what he was doing because he was just enjoying your nails along his scalp and your fingers through his hair. Honestly, it's a bit like scratching a cat's ears- he'll even subconsciously lean against you if he's not careful.

Ashe:

- 'soft' is Ashe's default state in a relationship, and it is just the cutest. He wears his affections openly on his sleeve, and if you're upset or unwell, his concern is completely obvious. When you're sick, he'll immediately start looking up your symptoms and any possible solutions, and he's always got extra pillows and blankets to lend you. He knows your favorite snacks and movies by heart, and always has them on hand for off-days.

- He loves cooking for you, and cooking with you, if you're into it. There's something so intimate and domestic about making and enjoying meals together, and he has an uncanny way of making the best of even a crappy little college dorm/apartment kitchenette. Though, you're going to have to set some strict boundaries with your friends about date nights, because if you let them, your friends and his will swarm to his cooking and mooch off of the fruits of your labor- and we all know Ashe is too nice to say no.

- Ashe absolutely wants to own a pet with you. Perhaps even before moving in together, he'll help you select a small, low maintenance pet, and he'll always be delighted to come visit it and help you take care of it. If you're living together, he definitely wants a cat or a small dog, and he's a total pet-dad about it. He'll give them cute little bandanas to wear, experiment with which brand of food they seem to like best and so on. He gets a bit shy if you tease him about his doting, but ultimately, he'll just kiss your cheek or forehead and say, "I just want to take care of you both as best I can, that's all."

[moonlit-han]

nxt 2 u: mornings with stray kids ↠ all members

genre: imagine/reaction, fluff, domestic bliss, established relationship au word count: 3k warnings: highly suggestive, 18+ themes, swearing request: yes but also no? a/n: femme-leaning reader~

✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio ✧

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bang chan

you roll over at the sound of chan mumbling in his sleep

he kinda wakes up

just a little blearily

and gives you this huge smile (♡‿♡)

bc you're actually there, the love of his life

and he still can't believe he's lucky enough to wake up beside you every day

so you snuggle closer and kiss his nose

then his eyelids

and finally his mouth so gently

channie just curls more tightly to you and pulls you to his chest

his hair is all tousled in the cutest way

like one part of it is sticking up like a lil cat ear (or wolf ear, since it's chan)

and you kinda just melt when you notice it

you can’t resist combing your fingers through his hair

when he finally wakes up

chan peppers your face with kisses, 

carefully sliding on top of you

to then slowly, so slowly kiss you

his hands travel all over you, slipping under the old t-shirt of his you’re wearing

and soon you’re wriggling under him, wanting more (*/ω＼)

so chan works what seems like magic with his hands and/or mouth

until your toes are curl and you feel like you’re going to burst

but chan just grins and rolls off the bed

leaving you gasping and mildly grumpy ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

but you still get up to make blueberry pancakes

bc it’s saturday and that means blueberry pancakes  ( ｀^´ )ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

so you’re standing at the counter, combining the ingredients and waiting for the griddle to heat up

chan comes in after taking a shower

and is so overcome with tenderness at how sweet you look

just standing there in the kitchen,

still in his t-shirt and your underpants

so he wraps his arms around you from behind

and presses himself against you, teasing again a little

he nuzzles your neck, just begging for kisses

so soon, the stove is turned off and breakfast almost forgotten

as you stumble, giggling, back into the bedroom to cuddle and kiss more

and when you’re just about falling asleep

bc who needs to be awake on a saturday morning?! ┐(︶▽︶)┌

chan looks just as adorable and soft as he did earlier in the day

and you let him curl into your arms again

as you hold him and kiss the top of his head

adfghakldfhg he's just the sweetest floofkins (*´▽`*)

lee minho

i know i’ve compared minho to a cat before

but hear me out

minho in the mornings is mildly hilarious

bc even if he’s completely curled into a ball when he falls asleep

or spooning you sweetly

or whatever other fascinating position you fall asleep in together

he ends up stretched out

with at least one arm and one leg thrown over you

snoring softly

just. like. a. cat.

and you often find yourself unable to move

bc minho’s surprisingly heavy when he’s asleep

complete deadweight (╥ᆺ╥；)

but as soon as you brush the little stray hairs from his forehead

and kiss his shoulder

he stirs and groans a little, just settling deeper into the mattress

….which means more snugly onto you

heCk (￢_￢;)

so you wriggle around a little more

and finally manage to get your leg free from underneath of minho’s

as usual, you climb on top of minho and sit squarely on top of him

………

and start tickling him (≧◡≦)

THAT definitely wakes minho up

his lips poke out a little in a pout, all of their own accord

but he can’t really do anything about the fact that you’re tickling him

bc you’re sitting right on his hips, pinning him to the bed

the ~intimacy~ of the position, despite the fact that you’re tickling him, is not lost on either of you

and, being the little shit that he is, minho bucks his hips up once or twice

you just give him a mock glare and say “bad kitty”

before tickling him with renewed enthusiasm

(not to mention giving him little kisses on the neck and teasing ones on the ear)

once his ribs start to hurt from laughing,

minho just pulls you into a deep kiss

and you both relax

you love how sweet he is in the morning

nothing is hurried nor desperate

bc all minho wants to do is softly show you how much he loves you

you share little, soft touches that nonetheless feel like the most important things in the world

seo changbin

changbin’s arms around you is the best thing in the world

you’re barely awake and everything is blissful softness

if your feelings and the atmosphere could be described as a color,

it would be peach~

golden and warm, with just a hint of sweetness ;)

you snuggle into changbin’s chest, nestling your hips more closely with his

and you get a little kiss on the head

changbin is calm and cuddly in the mornings

and all he wants to do is hold you

sometimes you’ll end up with him closer than skin-to-skin

but it’s honestly more for comfort than anything else

how can he resist yet another way to be closer to you and cozy?

after awhile, you turn over slightly and kiss the underside of his chin

he giggle softly

……he’s a bit like totoro:

comfy

definitely a little magical

((yes, i’m still on my “changbin is a shapeshifting crow” agenda))

and just A Good BeanTM

(♡‿♡) (♡‿♡) (♡‿♡)

you scoot up onto the pillow a bit so you’re face-to-face

changbin just murmurs “hey baby” and gives you a lil kiss on the lips

his lips are so soft you feel like you’re going to melt

he makes sure to pull the blankets back over your shoulders so you aren’t cold

and he rubs your back in slow circles

tension you didn’t even know you were holding releases under his touch

and changbin’s hand drifts to your hip to hold you to him

you tangle your legs together

and he somehow pulls you closer

you’re really not sure how he manages it

but changbin can hold you and cuddle you so closely that you feel like you’re going to merge into one person

there’s nothing sexy about it or anything

it’s just that the warm, safe feeling you get is so amazing

neither of you are anywhere near fully awake

and drift in and out of sleep, sometimes shifting to a more comfortable position

when you finally wake, changbin is still sleeping soundly

you take the opportunity to stare at him

his hair is mussed (a bit wildly)

and he has the first little bits of stubble coming down from his sideburns

a little smile adorns his mouth, as if he’s dreaming about something lovely

((you. he’s dreaming about you :3 ))

you slip your arm up to stroke changbin’s face

your thumb passes over the rounded plane of his cheekbone

and, even in sleep, he leans into your touch

after a few more moments, you lightly kiss him awake

hwang hyunjin

you’d expect hyunjin to be a complete mess in the mornings

but he’s not

he’s actually organized

oh and since his hair can get aaaaaall over the place

he always makes sure to braid it out of the way at night

so in the mornings, little wisps of hair stick out from their appointed places

one of your morning habits is to delicately tuck those wisps of hair back into place

on the weekends, hyunjin is

so! excited!! to!!! cuddle!!!! you!!!!! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

and loves kinda pouncing on you as soon as your eyes open

kisses you all over

and rolls the two of you around on the bed

and he’s just holding your hips the entire time, rubbing small circles into them

as he kisses you so damn sweetly

alkdfhgskdjfh

and if you playfully nip at his bottom lip?

he’ll just do it right back

your rolling around has turned into more too many times for you to count

and honestly, it’s kinda the best

so sweet and slow

like you’re the most precious jewel in the world

he  t a k e s  h i s  s w e e t  t i m e (￣～￣ )

and sometimes all you can do is hold on to the sheets for dear life

unless you’re supposed to meet your parents at 11 a.m.

in which case, you’d better be ready

gotta go fast, as they say~ (⊙‿⊙✿)  

but even then, mornings with hyunjin are still sweeter than caramel

his normally plump lips are even more so when he’s just woken up

and the way he squints his eyes against the sun?

that’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

sometimes he’s just calm in the mornings

and you lay your head on his chest

and listen to his heartbeat

as hyunjin strokes your hair and gives you a little neck massage

it’s so peaceful and you wouldn’t trade snuggling with hyunjin for the world

han jisung

does not want to get out of bed

nope

no fucking thank you ＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

there really should be a sign on his door or bed like

WARNING: Do Not Try to Remove Squirrel from Natural Habitat!!!!!

secondary warning: squirrel may bite if forcibly removed from natural habitat

he will cling to you better than an octopus

alkjdhgadlkfjghadfkgjl

jisung nuzzles into your neck like there’s no tomorrow

and the loose strands of hair falling around his face tickle your skin a little

instead of kissing your neck over and over,

jisung just kinda pouts and keeps his lips lightly against your skin

it’s really sweet hhhhhh (o´▽`o)

if he’s ~ in the mood ~ be prepared for WhiningTM

and for your pajamas to disappear faster than chan’s ears turn red when he’s embarrassed

is it gonna be fast? slow? who knows! (・_・ )

let the fates decide and just go with it

bc either way, you’re going to need to change the sheets and take a shower

you may also find yourself turned into a burrito one morning

bc jisung loves all the blankets

and thinks you’re cute as hell all rolled up in them

…..like a burrito ｡･ﾟ(ﾟ⊃ω⊂ﾟ)ﾟ･｡

and he will immediately lay down on top of you, the burrito, and begin to munch

and by munch i mean kiss you so thoroughly you’ll barely remember your name

he only gets like that if he’s been awake for at least an hour

hhhhhhhh

so when he first opens his eyes, rubbing his face a little and yawning

his first inclination is to make sure you’re still there

and then he just snuggles closer, kinda tucking his head under your chin or on your shoulder

as you also wake up, you make sure to kiss his forehead and tell him you love him

it’s a little ritual almost~

you’d both miss it if you didn’t do that

and you just shift a bit so you can hold jisung even tighter,

threading your fingers through his hair

and kissing the tips of his ears, as if they have little points

you lay there together, just enjoying the warmth of not one, not two, not three, but four comfy blankets and each other

until jisung’s a bit more awake

his hair is so messy when he finally sits up

and his lips are a little dry and swollen from sleep

when he finally speaks, his voice is super husky and deeper than usual

and, frankly, you think it’s the hottest thing ever

when you’re together, he usually doesn’t wear a shirt to sleep, either

so in the morning you’re just blessed with the sight of a shirtless jisung

whose voice is at least half an octave lower and slightly gravelly

it’s just;;;

alkfhgalkdjfhgldkjfsjfhks

invariably, you end up pulling him right back down next to you and booping his nose

then kissing him

a lot

and, sometimes, you don’t get out of bed until noon

because why would you when it’s safe inside the blankets? (⌒▽⌒)♡

lee felix

wraps arms and legs (anything else he can manage but idk what) around you

bc damn it you’re there with him and you’re gonna be close!!!!

the cuddliest in the morning

but then again….will gladly wriggle down to the foot of the bed

and make you a scream

felix: softly, y/n!! don’t wake the neighbors!

y/n: how am i… supposed to- Fuck! stay quiet when you- damn it, ’lix… keep doing that!!?

*giggles from felix* (≧◡≦)

but most importantly

he literally just wants to hold you

and enjoys making you laugh by rumbling his voice in his chest

after all, it’s considerably easier to do first thing in the morning

and is quite proud of the fact that his voice is deeper in the mornings

yawns kinda loudly????

but does that slow eye and nose scrunch he does

to clear the sleep from his eyes a little

it’s the cutest thing ever

also learned the “make my significant other into a burrito” trick from jisung (-_-;)

so now you’re a burrito practically every single morning

there’s actually something comforting about being swaddled

and also like jisung

(((dear god they must share notes akhfskdhj)))

he flops down on top of you to cuddle the living daylights out of you

felix will give you all the gentle kisses in the world

definitely sings that frank sinatra song “fly me to the moon” to wake you up

before kissing each of your fingers, your palm, your wrist, and all the way up your arm before finally

finally

reaching your lips

and he just murmurs sweet nothings to you

as he kisses you every way and everywhere he knows how

felix likes to lay beside with you, hands laced together

and talk about what you’ll do together that day

bc there’s so much he wants to do with you (*¯ ³¯*)♡

and show you and cook for you

and he’s just so full of love

that he ends up bounding out of bed

and pulling you with him, even if you’re both still half-asleep

just so you can start your day together

although, you usually have to stop him from running out the door still in his pajamas

with the cutest bedhead ever

a small part of you wants to see what would happen if he went out like that

but then again…

you also want to be the only one who sees felix in such an utterly free state of being

kim seungmin

seungmin is extremely soft in the mornings

he really likes to just hold you to his chest with his cheek pressed against the top of your head

kisses your temple from time to time

and just holds you on top of him, hand pressed to the small of your back

he likes to tell you about the previous day when you’re just laying there together

and sometimes doesn’t mind if you fall back asleep while he’s talking

he actually finds it rather cute

seungmin likes to spoil you in the mornings

whatever that means to you

either food

(he’ll make you an amazing breakfast

like absolutely everything you could ever want

and probably more)

or ~ love ~

(…maybe, if you make a good case for it

does not take these things lightly (￣ヘ￣) )

or giving you a massage

whatever

you do like massages tho

and seungmin’s particularly good at them

he makes sure to get lotion or body oil

and that his hands are warm

bc no one likes a massage from someone with cold hands

then just methodically massages your back

he secretly likes the little noises you make when the tension releases from your muscles (✿´ ꒳ ` )

sometimes massages turn into making love

but usually not~

mornings are for slow relaxation

no raising of heartbeats or anything else

seungmin also likes to plan out days while still cuddling in bed

and grudgingly allows you to tease him

about his bedhead

or his bleary-eyed looks at you before he’s fully awake ╥﹏╥

or how he just wouldn’t move no matter what you did during the night

it was really quite amazing

..................

seungmin tends to mumble a lot in the mornings

it’s one of the few times he’ll snuggle into you

instead of holding you

he’ll just mumble incoherently

and you’ll be just falling asleep again

when he starts talking perfectly clearly about how much he loves you

you listen, trying to memorize exactly what he says

bc there’s absolutely nothing to distract him or filter the words

and he’s just…. talking

seungmin’s voice first thing in the morning is, of course, a bit lower from sleep

and you find it unbearably attractive

especially when he’s telling you he loves you (*/ω＼)｡ｏ♡

yang jeongin

kinda just slips his arm around your shoulder

kisses the top of your head

and murmurs “good morning sweetie”

before getting up quickly to brush his teeth

bc dear gods he just wants to feel clean;;;;

but!!

once he’s back, it’s time for sooooo many cuddles ( ◡‿◡ ♡)

you hadn’t necessarily fully enjoyed the experience of breakfast in bed

until you met jeongin

then, breakfast in bed on the weekends became normal!

and sometimes you’d even watch a show together

and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle

when he started working out more, you were really excited

bc it meant more squish for you to cuddle on

ajdfgsdkjfhgaklj

he’s very playful in the mornings

and, like with minho, there ends up being lots of tickling

although, with jeongin, he’s doing the tickling

he’s in love with your giggle(*♡∀♡)(*♡∀♡)

and takes every opportunity to make you laugh just so he can hear it

jeongin is the poutiest in the mornings

like if you thought jisung can pout?

then…

well, no. jisung still wins the pouting contest

but jeongin comes in a close second!!!

but not even pouting to get something or get his way

just cutely pouting for the sake of looking cute (◕‿◕✿)

alkdhgsdfkjghal

and he just squishes you so tightly to his chest

you sometimes have to remind him that

in a perfect world

you’d like to breathe

one morning when you were being squeezed

so affectionately you didn’t even know what to do

you decided to kiss his collarbones

and it was all over from there

jeongin  m e l t s  if you kiss his collarbones

and if you kiss along them,

everything in his world is even better

but then if you decide to get inventive

and maybe take a lil soft nibble or lick?

it’s all over (⌒_⌒;)

he just gets so overwhelmed with love

and tenderness hhhhh

and sighs like a dramatic Victorian lady

the moment you start

therefore:

you are so not leaving that bed for at least another two hours

jeongin likes to make sure you’re nice and comfy

at all times

when in bed bc, just like his friends have taught him:

he will treat you like an angel.｡ｏ♡

[viking-raider]

Cover Me in Sunshine - One Shot

Summary: You meet Henry's little brother and his family, making a connection with someone unexpected.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 1,586

Rating: G - Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Cotton Candy Goodness, Song Fic

Inspiration: P!nk's song with her daughter Willow, Cover Me In Sunshine.

Author's Note: I heard this song last night and muse came up with this. Cred to @firefly-graphics for the divider!

“Charlie, Heather, this is my girlfriend.” Henry grinned as he introduced you to his little brother and his wife.

“It's a pleasure to meet you.” Charlie grinned, throwing out an arm and giving you a hug.

“Sames.” You smiled back and returned his hug. “Hey.” You nodded, as Charlie and Heather introduced you to their kids.

The kids nodded and mumbled their hellos to you, then vanished to various corners of the house, while you, Henry, Charlie and Heather went into the kitchen. Heather pulled out wine glasses and Charlie grabbed a bottle of chilled Stella Rosa wine from the fridge.

“Is mum and pops coming over?” Henry asked, standing at the island, sipping his glass and resting his hand on your lower back.

“Yeah, mum said they'd be here in twenty.” Charlie nodded, taking a deep gulp of his own glass.

“Cool.” Henry nodded back, turning his head, his nose brushing the hair above your ear.

The doorbell rang several minutes later and Henry's parents joined the party of adults. You excused yourself at some point to go to the bathroom and were coming back out, when the sound of a guitar caught your attention. Biting your lip, you looked back towards the laughter and voices of Henry and the others, but decided to follow the sound of the instrument instead, finding Charlie and Heather's oldest daughter, Maddie, in the den, sitting cross legged on the carpet, strumming a guitar.

“Wow, you're pretty good.” You commented, when she paused for a moment “Oh, sorry.” You chuckled, when you startled her. “Where'd you learn to play?” You asked, stepping further into the room and sitting down beside her.

“My dad taught me.” She replied, chewing on her lip as she regarded you shyly.

“My dad taught me how to play too.” You smiled at her, sweetly.

“You know how to play too?” She asked, surprised.

“I do.” You nodded.

Maddie put her guitar down and rushed out of the room, coming back a moment later with another guitar. “You want to play with me?” She asked, excitedly holding the guitar out to you.

You smiled a little bit wider at her. “Sure.” You nodded and took the instrument from her, situating it in your lap. “Do you have any songs you like?” You asked her.

“I do have a song that I wrote?” Maddie admitted, shyly brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Oh yeah?” You grinned, lifting a brow at her. “You want to teach it to me?” You asked, turning to face her.

“You actually want me to teach it to you?” Maddie asked, caught off guard by your request.

“A Hundred percent.” You nodded, positioning your fingers on the guitar strings and patiently waited for her to start giving you instructions.

Maddie's shock instantly melted away into a bright excitement and she started showing you what strings to pluck and play and in no time, the pair of you were playing the song together and falling more and more in sync the more you played it.

“Can I show you something?” Maddie asked after one last play through of the song.

“Of course.” You nodded at her, resting your arms on your guitar.

Maddie set her guitar down and raced out of the room at full speed, you could hear her feet pounding up the stairs to the second floor and Heather yell out from the kitchen for her to slow down, but she didn't, and she came thundering back into the room with you, plopping down on carpet beside you, spreading out a crumpled piece of paper with several lines written in blue ball-point pen, with the title 'Cover Me in Sunshine' scribbled at the top in black sharpie.

“You wrote a song.” You identified it instantly.

“Yeah.” She nodded, vigorously. “I've never shown it to anyone else before though.”

“Have you ever sang it before?” You asked, reading through the lyrics.

“No.” She replied, becoming shy again. “I-..” She bit her lip and sighed. “I don't think I can sing that well.”

“Hm.” You pressed your lips together. “What can I do to help?” You asked, tilting your head at her.

“I know you're a really good singer.” She said, making you blush.

Maddie wasn't wrong, you had made your living as a recording artist, a successful and famous one at that, so it didn't surprise you that Maddie knew that you could sing.

“Could you sing it?” She asked.

“How about this.” You said, licking your lips. “Do you have a pencil?” You asked her.

“Yeah.” She nodded, getting up and crossing the room to grab it and came back, handing it to you.

“I'll sing these parts.” You drew a bracket around a set of lyrics. “We'll duet these together.” You underlined the lyrics you and Maddie would sing together. “And you can sing this last part.” You circled the last set of lyrics for her to sing on her own.

“How's that sound?” You asked, giving her an encouraging look and smile.

“Okay.” Maddie nodded, still shy and apprehensive, but willing to try, since you were.

“Good.” You nodded and the two of you picked up your guitars and started working on it.

“Hey, where did y/n go?” Heather asked, just realizing you hadn't come back from the bathroom.

Everyone stopped, frowning at each other, just then realizing the same. It had almost been an hour since you had excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Henry set his glass down and stepped out of the kitchen and went out to the hallway bathroom, the others following behind him, to make sure you were all right, when they all heard the sound of guitar music and singing coming from the den. They all looked at each other, confused, and followed it, stopping in the doorway of the den, finding you and Maddie sitting on the floor together, grinning and giggling, just having a blast together as you jammed out and played the song together, over and over.

You: I've been dreaming, friendly faces I've got so much time to kill Just imagine people laughing I know some day we will And even if it's far away Get me through another day.

You and Maddie: Cover me in sunshine Shower me with good times Tell me that the world's been spinning since the beginning And everything'll be alright Cover me in sunshine!

Maddie: Cover me in sunshine Shower me with good times Tell me that the world's been spinning since the beginning And everything'll be alright Cover me in sunshine!

You and Maddie were startled after finishing the song by their sudden and involuntary clapping, they were just so caught up in the moment and how amazingly beautiful the song was and how well the two of you played together, they were clapping before they knew it. Both of you blushed and became shy as the group funneled into the room with the two of you.

“That was amazing!” Everyone of them said, crowding around.

“Have you been sitting in here with her the whole time, just playing guitar and singing?” Henry asked, squatting down beside you, while the others clamored over Maddie, a huge smile on his face as his eyes sparkled with love.

“Yeah.” You chuckled, smiling. “I was coming back from the bathroom to join you guys again, when I heard her playing and came to check it out. One thing led to another and she taught me a song she composed, then a song she wrote and, well, you heard that by-product.” You said, motioning between you and Maddie.

“You wrote all that, Maddie?” Charlie asked, surprised by his daughter.

“Yeah.” She nodded, rubbing her arm.

“That's amazing.”

“It is.” You nodded, smiling at her. “She's got a lot of talent.” You complimented her.

You were impressed by Maddie, she had a natural talent.

“You think so?” Maddie asked, coming to life again.

“Completely.” You assured her, honestly.

Henry couldn't keep his eyes off of you, even after you joined him on the couch in the living room with the other adults, grinning like the love crazed man he was. The pair of you had been dating for several months and this was the first actual meeting you had with his family, he was positive you would hit off with his brother, sister-in-law and parents, but the connection you made with his niece had come out of nowhere and he was pleasantly surprised by it. The sound of you playing and singing with Maddie kept replaying over and over in Henry's head and it only elated him more.

“Are you okay?” You asked as you got into the car with him.

“Yeah, I'm great. Why?”

“Because, I'm worried your face is going to get stuck like that.” You chuckled, grinning at him.

“It just might, and I'm all right with that.” Henry replied, resting back in the driver's seat. “I've never had a girlfriend make such a connection with my family before.” He confessed to you, reaching out to rest his hand on your knee, gently squeezing it.

“Guess, I covered you in sunshine then.”

“More than you know.” He smiled, leaning over to kiss you.

[magniloquent-raven]

so there's this post @draculcid made a lil while ago that i thought was fuckin ADORABLE, and i wrote a thing. that sat in my drafts for a while lol, but here is the finished product, pls enjoy

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if asked, he honestly couldn't say how he ended up being holly wheeler's babysitter. something to do with steve mentioning to claudia, who mentioned to karen, that billy has a lot of free time lately, and the next thing he knows he's being cornered at melvald's and strong-armed into spending afternoons with the least bratty wheeler child.

ever since she got her new job and apartment and shit, she's needed someone to pick holly up from school, and apparently billy counts as a qualified adult.

the couple hours he has to spend watching the kid aren't awful, holly's alright, but the five minutes of small talk when mrs.wheeler gets back is always awkward as hell. she tries painfully hard to be polite and he hates it.

but he needs the money. it was either this or waiting tables at the 24hr diner, and, shockingly, he's actually more qualified for the babysitting gig.

maybe he's not dad material or anything, but he manages. he had fun bossing the aqua tots around last summer, while it lasted. the young ones are easier to deal with.

though it's truly exhausting sometimes. on the days when his scars ache and it's more noticeable than ever that he isn't as strong as he used to be because he has to keep putting holly down even though he promised her a piggy-back ride.

but on those days he calls steve, because steve is a goddamn blessing.

steve always has pizza money and he lets holly put glittery clips in his hair—something billy doesn't do anymore, not after she got one tangled so deep in his curls he had to go home with it still in there—and he's a good sport when she wants to play pretend.

today she wanted to play house. billy's not entirely sure what that means but it's keeping the kid happy and steve looks ridiculously adorable in the stupid apron she made him wear, so.

billy though, billy likes to think he still has some dignity left, so he's busying himself cleaning up the mess of lego on the living room floor while steve makes an invisible sandwich for holly.

but then holly says, in her quiet little voice, "is daddy coming home now?" and billy pauses, stops with his hand hovering awkwardly in midair and his heart hammering.

he glances at her out of the corner of his eye. awkward conversations about the fact that her mom and dad are divorced now, and what that all means, are definitely not supposed to be part of his babysitting duties.

how would that conversation even go? he's pretty sure she knows about the separation, she has to, she moved away without her dad, they had to have told her something, but—

"i think she means you, big guy," steve supplies, with barely contained amusement.

ah. right. playing house.

he mentally shakes himself, and drops the lego bin on the coffee table before shuffling over to join steve and holly by the little plastic kitchen set. steve is smirking at him, way to smug for the guy who's wearing a frilly apron.

billy plops on the carpet next to steve. "honey, i'm home," he says dryly.

it takes about fifteen minutes for him to completely forget about feeling weird about it all.

in fact, it's disturbingly easy to slip into his role, making moon-eyes at steve and pretending it's because he's acting. he's been careless lately. letting his feelings get all over the place. he never was that subtle around steve, but the weird domesticity of babysitting a kid together gets in his head.

like when steve pokes fun at his make-belief dish washing skills and it's somehow not embarrassing. and it just does things to billy's stupid heart because it doesn't realize they aren't actually married.

"shut up," billy mutters, softly, too soft, warm and not at all threatening. he should feel off-balance but he doesn't.

"is that any way to talk to your wife?" steve can barely say it without grinning.

his big dumb sunshine-y grin is probably what fried billy's brain enough for him to respond with, "aw, sorry, baby," a little too sweetly to be serious, and then—

it's over before he even realizes what he's doing. and he's left sitting there, leaning into steve's space, looking into steve's eyes, wide with shock, searching billy's face, still inches away because steve hasn't moved or reacted or...

"claire from art class says boys aren't supposed to kiss each other," holly whispers.

billy jerks backward, ending up a foot further from steve than he was before, trying to pretend his heart isn't racing and he isn't struggling to breathe, and his goddamn lips aren't tingling with the phantom sensation of steve's mouth pressed to his, breath mingling, a soft sound just...

he curls his fingers into the carpet at his sides and stares, unseeing, at a stain on the knee of his jeans.

before he can even fathom saying a damn word, steve cuts in with a vehement, "claire from art class is full of shit," and billy startles, turning to look at him. there's a set to his jaw and a spark of something in his eye, determined and steady despite the flush on his cheeks.

it's a really inconvenient moment for billy to get distracted by how fucking gorgeous steve is.

holly lets out a nervous giggle. "steeve...that's a swear."

"ah, fu—uhh...um. right." steve pushes his bangs away from his face and sighs. a couple locks stick out awkwardly when his hand falls away, and it makes billy's fingers itch. "listen, holly. it's not nice to tell people they aren't allowed to love someone—"

"you and billy are in love?" she gasps, her eyes huge and round, flicking between the two of them.

steve turns impossibly pinker, mouth opening and closing silently. billy's heart leaps.

he bites his lip, holding back a smile and trying to stamp down on the bubbling, hopeful warmth in his chest. he needs to do something. right now. something other than stare at steve. he runs a hand down his face, blows out a breath, and tries to get his shit together.

"alright, holly, steve here is gonna make us some hot chocolate, with extra marshmallows, and you are gonna forget this ever happened, deal?"

she glances between billy and steve with a furrowed brow. "and a piggyback ride?"

billy snorts. "sure, kid, whatever you want."

she grins, suddenly, and nods. "okay."

"billy, you sure you're feeling up to that?" steve murmurs. when billy turns to look at him he's a lot closer than expected. his breath catches, the irritated retort on the tip of his tongue evaporates.

"yeah, i..." his gaze wanders down a little, touching, briefly, on steve's mouth before he snaps his eyes back upward. "i'm fine."

steve's hand inches towards his on the carpet between them, fingertips brushing billy's knuckles. holly's staring at them, billy can see her out of the corner of his eye. the scrutiny is setting his teeth on edge but he doesn't pull away. "just. don't push yourself, okay?"

billy scoffs. "yeah, yeah."

and then steve kisses his cheek.

fucking. kisses his cheek.

he doesn't linger, he's sauntering off to the kitchen before billy can even fucking blink. it's brief enough that billy wonders if he imagined the sudden warm pressure of steve's lips against his skin, the way steve's eyes were all lit up and fond and just that little bit defiant, like he was daring billy to say something about it.

they'll talk about it, he's sure. later. billy's a horrifying mix of ecstatic and absolutely terrified. he's shit at talking about his feelings, and so is steve. it's going to be a goddamn shitshow, but...

but still. he has a good feeling about it.

holly's even quieter than usual when she scoots over to sit next to billy, "you love steve?"

"thought we were gonna forget about that, wheeler." he glances down at her. there's nothing but innocent curiosity on her face. he sighs. bites his lip. "...yeah. yeah i do."

[softcallofdutyimagines]

can I request some naga with a spetznaz reader? she is highly skilled and has been with the spetznaz for atleast a decade. and maybe her squad had to team up with naga to take down some dangerous drug lord or something and they start to fall in love. note she always wears her balaclava when she's around other people she only tekens it off when she is alone with her men or just by herself. she also has a few scars

sorry if it's too specific!

Don't Go | Naga x Fem!Reader

Oooooo sheeeeeet 👀👀👀 I'm so here for Naga x badass lady content lmao. Also, not to worry!! I love yous guy's OCs, and if this is one such instance, I'm more then happy to write some content for them. In fact, I'd be quite honored :)

Anyway, sorry for the wait but this turned into a whole ass little fic, so here we go!!

The blistering Laotian sun beams overhead. Naga is taking shelter in the branches of a tall tree, sharpening a blade and surveying the land below.

His men and yours mill around, preparing for the fight coming up.

In return for his work for Perseus, Kapano has called in a favor... One of Perseus' operators and a small squad to help him and his men take down a rival who's been getting far too close for comfort to his territory. And well... He didn't get to be in this position by playing nice.

The two of you have been tracking his whereabouts for weeks now and, at long last, the time has come. Tonight's the night, and afterwards your partnership will be through.

One last shick of the blade and then... Silence.

He looks down into the clearing and picks you out from the crowd. An easy task, considering you're wearing one of the same few balaclavas you always wear.

And he does mean, always.

He's never seen your face, despite the few times he's given you the privilege of seeing his. Somehow, he's always thought that maybe, if he removes his mask or bandana, it'll encourage you to do the same, but... To no such avail.

It's strange, you know... He hasn't a clue what you look like, and yet he can't seem to get you out of his mind. He's wondered often, but all he knows for sure is that you have the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen...

The thought of parting ways with you after tonight upsets him, even though he knows it shouldn't. This is a business arrangement only. Nothing more.

And yet... He's never met a woman quite like you before.

He could get any woman he wants in all of Laos into his bed should he please, and yet the one who actually intrigues him, he has no chance with. And that's just the thing, isn't it? He doesn't want a woman in his bed, he wants one in his life damn it!

His lonely, stressful, life...

Prostitutes and dancers are plentiful and cheap to a man like him, but company such as that does nothing to interest him. He needs... A partner.

Someone who will stay through the tough and the crazy and the fighting and the schemes. Someone to be there through the hurt and the loss and the anger and the loneliness. Someone...

Like you.

During the day, he has visions of expanding his underground empire and sharing the wealth together. At night, he dreams of a quiet life with a woman who calls his name sweetly and kisses him softly. Yes, even a feral, conniving, wild man such as he dares to dream of a domestic life after this one to grow old and fat in, from time to time.

Kapano lays his head back and sighs deeply. Surely not. You are a tigress among women, certainly not the type to dote and be doted on by a small man with a big lifestyle and personality like him.

Do you ever think of such things? He wonders.

He watches you spar hand to hand with one of your men. You're giving every bit as good as you get, and in a few moves more he's confident you'll gain the upper hand.

A thud and a cheer finds him from down below. He cracks open his eyes to see, to no one's surprise, that you have won. With a small smile and an even tinnier sigh, he claps his hands politely and slowly fades into one of his day dreams.

Just according to plan, the raid goes off without a hitch. The rival has been sufficiently delt with, and Naga has found himself considerably richer in the process. You spend most of the night laughing and celebrating as the two of you, along with your crews, haul back the loot you've captured.

The two of you take rest amongst the sea of pillows and cushions that make up his living room furniture. For the third time since you've been here face to face with him, you wince and try to play it off.

"Is something wrong?", he asks at last.

"Tsk, it's nothing. Just a cut I think", you touch your covered cheek and sigh. The woolen fabric is irritating the injury you received from the fight. Just another scar for the count, you suppose...

"Sorry, I really must be going. I should clean this up...", You move to stand, only to fall back into the pile of cushions with a hiss. It would seem that knee on knee strike you received earlier as well is catching up with you.

Naga puts his hands out to steady you, "No no! It's alright... I um...", He spares a cautious glance to the hem of your balaclava. Should he... "Would you like me to clean it for you?"

You give him an appraising look. There's no one you trust in this world with your face, aside from a select few of your men. But... You must admit.

You've developed... Feelings, for the oh so vicious little warlord. Hm, vicious only on the outside, you muse. He has a tender heart underneath it all, and you consider yourself lucky to have been able to bear witness to it, just as you are now.

"...Fine"

Slowly, carefully, you remove the mask. It's stuck to the dried blood from your wound but, with a bit of help, it's off soon enough.

You hold a hand to your injured cheek, hoping to stop up some of the fresh blood after the old stuff has been ripped away. Naga holds your mask, and he... Feels...

In awe.

You have all the beauty of a goddess, and he feels truly privileged to behold the sight of you.

"Something wrong?", You cock an eyebrow, suddenly second guessing your decision to reveal yourself.

"No, I just...", Gently, he reaches out a hand to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, "You're more beautiful then I ever could've imagined..."

His voice is quiet and distant, as though he's in a dream. As the moonlight dances through the room, he gazes at you in a state of absolute wonder until it almost makes you wish you could stay in this moment forever.

Suddenly, he shakes himself, snapping out of it. He shrinks away and breaks his eyes from looking at yours, "Sorry. I shouldn't have said that", he's quiet for a moment. You both are, as you reel from the sudden change. "I'll go get th-"

"Wait", your hand reaches out and tugs him back down. He stumbles a little and finds himself landing closer to you then he's ever been before.

The cool breath of your lips tickles the skin of his broad little nose, even as your breath seems to hitch in your throat. His deep, almond eyes lock onto your bright, shining irises, the only feature he's known you for, for all this time, before daring a glance at your parted lips.

The slightest of movements brings you closer to him, but he's been waiting for this moment far too long for gentleness.

He supports your head and shoulders before crashing his lips into yours. His lips are thick and soft, far more so then you would've expected of gang boss like himself. He suspends himself over top of you, his body only inches away as you fall back completely against the plush pillows.

You run a hand along his side as he works over your slips, rough, but slow. His body is lean and hard, but softer and pleasingly warm in certain places. He moans happily, like a dog receiving a particularly enjoyable scratching, as you gently caress his side and kiss him back.

When you're both ready, he gently breaks the kiss, only to plant one more to your forehead. He lingers there a moment, his voice the barest of whispers, "Please don't go tomorrow..." He sniffs, and if you didn't know better, you'd think he was about to cry.

He pulls back a little and shakes his head, "Or ever. I-I want you to stay...", He caresses your healthy cheek, and shyly makes eye contact with you before pressing a long, tender kiss to your lips. "I think... I think I love you"

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, a wave of surprise over taking you. You had no idea he felt this way... Maybe you're not as crazy as you thought for all those times you've thought about him...

Honestly, you don't know if you're ready for something like this, but...

Is anyone?

You swallow your nerves, and find that a small smile breaks free as you let your anxieties go. "I think...", You cup his cheek and give a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose, "maybe I love you too"

[with-paint]

A Drunk Video

Rating: Teen and up

Paring: Harry Styles x fem!reader (platonic pairing only)

Word Count: 3,641

Summary: You and Harry get absolutely wasted and make a decision to make a YouTube video. It was probably a bad decision

Warnings: lots of swearing, sexual themes but they’re all joking, WAP, small slut shaming

A/N: listen this was a fic I wrote aggggges ago. I just suddenly remembered it and wanted to share my sins with the masses. I’m not going to apologise for doing what’s RIGHT.

You hummed as you trotted up the stairs of the very modern apartment building. The grey walls were spotless and the bright white lights hung low.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you stepped onto the fourteenth floor landing. Why the hell did Harry even have an apartment? He was rich enough to buy a mansion. You contemplated this as you moved along the hall. Looking for the familiar 1402.

You smirked to yourself and knocked on the door. A few moments passed and the door swung open revealing the rock star himself. Harry’s Los Angeles apartment was very sleek. Harry in plaid pajama bottoms, a black jumper, and fuzzy socks, was not.

“Well someone looks comfortable for four pm.” You teased as he smiled at you. He nodded and opened the door wider to let his friend in.

“Had a rough night so I just wanted to be comfortable.” He said running a hand through his hair. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, not wanting to openly stare.

“Rough night hmm?” You teased again, a grin on your face. Harry rolled his eyes and nudged your shoulder.

“I might’ve binge watched that show you like. The entire show.” Harry mumbled as he fell on his couch. You snickered as you slid down next to him. Harry groaned and moved so his head was on your smaller shoulder.

“You binge watched Sherlock in one day? I’m impressed.” You laughed out as you ran your hand through his messy hair. Harry nuzzled more into you, trying to feel more of you scratch his head.

“Benedict Cumberbatch is.” Harry moved away slightly to put his hand in the air. He made the ‘okay’ sign and you laughed.

“That he is.” You nodded as Harry settled back down onto you. You two laid like that for a few minutes. You absentmindedly twirling and scratching Harry’s hair as you stared out of the giant windows making up his far wall. The busy Los Angeles evening greeted your site. It was comfortable.

“You want to order some food?” Harry spoke, his voice completely muffled by your shoulder. You smiled down at him. You were sure that if anyone could see you, they could tell how much you cared for the man. It wasn’t a romantic adoration, just true love for another person without expectations or further meanings. You just simply loved him.

“If you want. Pizza?” You asked, making you feel Harry’s smile press into you. He shifted so his head was lying on your lap. Harry stared up at you before closing his eyes peacefully.

“Read my mind.” He hummed as you ran a hand through his thick hair again. You smiled softly and brought your phone out of your pocket. You two ordered a pizza each and remained cuddled up until the doorbell rang.

Harry sighed and untangled himself from your lap. He padded over to the door as he ruffled his hair, trying to get it to appear less flat. He opened the door and greeted the delivery man with a smile.

You picked at the threads of your ripped jeans and flowed into the kitchen. As Harry was talking, you grabbed some plates and cups and brought them to Harry’s small glass table.

“We should film something for your channel.” Harry said as he closed the door behind him, the boxes being clutched in his arms. You smiled at him and nodded. You always felt a little guilty whenever you featured Harry on your channel. You never wanted for him to feel as if you were clout chasing. You were friends with him before you became big on YouTube and you wanted him to remember that.

“Yeah, we could sing some songs. Make it stupid.” You mused propping your chin on your hand. Harry smiled as you, dimples popping. He served you a slice and sat next to you in his seat.

“Make it stupid.” He agreed. The two always made sure that if they were going to post something, it had to be for laughs. Anything serious between you two was unheard of.

You had been a part of the Eroda music video. You had actually helped direct it. You and Harry had been drunk in Peru when the thought struck you both, and it was a collaborate idiotic idea that created the music video. To say that a few months later, you were dressed with weird hair as Harry sang to a fish, was serious? Absolutely not. You two just wanted to make something stupid. And you both fully succeeded.

As you two ate, you brainstormed on what you were going to sing. With a few glasses of wine in your stomachs, you had both equally bad ideas.

“Fuck.” You hissed as you accidentally spilled your wine on your clothes. Harry giggled as he eased the glass out of your hands.

“I think you drank too much,” He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. “I’ll go get you some clothes. You probably have some here anyway.”

You tried to dab the wine off you, but rolled your eyes. It was pointless. As you started to drum on the table, Harry chucked some clothes at your back. Your mouth opened in shock and you flipped him off.

You just pulled your shirt off and put a loose grey shirt then your short shorts on. Your usual go-to sleep clothes. You didn’t really care that you were changing in front of Harry. Lord knows you were comfortable enough with each other to see each other in your underwear. You looked up and Harry wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Let’s get this show on the road then, pop star.” You giggled as you leaned over and ruffled his hair. Harry looked at you lazily and watched you with half closed eyes. You wiped your hands on your shorts and set up your camera, focusing it on the two couches by Harry’s TV.

“Looks like we’re filming a porno.” Harry snickered, a wide smile on his face as he wiped his eyes. You smiled at him and flipped him off.

“You wish.” You sang as you put your laptop on his kitchen counter. You leaned forward and began typing with a smirk on your face.

“Imagine if we did have sex though.” Harry said. You furrowed your eyebrows and turned to look at him over your shoulder.

“Boy, I love you, but you are not touching me. Especially when we’re both drunk.” You said with a slight grimace. Harry pouted and leaned back in his chair.

“You take the fun out of everything.” He giggled and leaned his elbows on his table. He continued to watch you and a big smile spread over your face suddenly. You looked over at him with an evil glint in your eyes and Harry gulped. He especially didn’t like it when you gave him that look. The last time you turned to him with the evil eye, Harry had been convinced to be strapped onto a helicopter for the Sign of the Times music video as you laughed from behind the camera.

Little did Harry know you had picked a song conviently called Harry by Kelsey Karter. Kelsey wrote the song about your friend here. She posted a picture on Instagram with a tattoo of Harry on her cheek promoting the song. You had found it when the picture came out and it was honestly a banger. You also adored that Kelsey did it all for a publicity stunt and the tattoo wasn’t even real. Genius.

“Come to the couch H.” You teased as you hit record on your camera. Harry narrowed his eyes at you and fell over the back of his couch and laid down long ways.

Harry watched as you said your intro a few times. You kept stumbling over your words in your intoxicated state and that for whatever reason made Harry giggle. You flipped him off and smiled at the camera sweetly.

“This is my friend Harry,” Harry smiled, his dimples popping as he waved to the camera. He slouched down in his comfortable clothes, matching your attire. He was sure that once this video aired he was going to be clowned for how domestic you both looked, but he didn’t care. The sight of you two so content and in a state of bliss was very rare. You scrunched your nose at him. Something he returned happily.

“We’re going to sing you some songs, if you like. Harry, you want to go first?” You asked him as you cocked your head to the side. Harry tapped his chin in mock thought and shook his head.

“Your channel, you can go first.” He said, his voice drawing out slowly. You smirked and nodded.

“I’d like to just say that me and Harry are both pretty drunk. Also we were talking about porn earlier so there is slight context to why I’m doing this.” Harry put his head in his hands and groaned. He knew that you were carefree enough to be okay with putting that on the Internet and he just had to accept that. And be prepared to put twitter on silent.

You walked over to Harry’s kitchen counter. Your laptop was opened and shining brightly in the slightly dim room. You tapped on it, making sure to keep it from the camera and Harry’s pryful eyes.

You smirked as the music started and fluffed your hair as you walked over to Harry. You tugged him to sit up on the couch and began to sing.

“I blacked out, passed out, first time we met. It wasn't drugs, could be love, but it's probably sex.” You sat on the couch next to him and at ‘sex’ you put a hand on his thigh. Harry raised his eyebrows at you as you smiled and continued to sing along with the recording.

“Cool stare, greased hair curled around your eye. I wanna take a dirty picture, send it to your mind, I'm not just thinkin' 'bout you.” You ran your hand through his hair again and Harry smiled a little wider. You moved your hand down to his neck and ran it down to his chest.

“I'll treat you better than the girls you're hangin' out with. Take you to heaven and I'll show you all around it. I'll never ever let you down. Ooh.” You moved off the couch and circled to the back. Wrapping your arms around his neck and leaned down and sang into his ear. You blew in it making Harry giggle as a drunk flush came over his features.

“Harry. I'm gonna make you love me, you’re gonna make me breakfast. It's a secret just between us we can keep it low-key. I ain't being funny, you should be so lucky to put your, put your velvet arms around me.” You fell over the back of the couch like Harry did earlier. But this time you put your legs around his waist as you made him wrap his arms around your shoulders. Harry laughed at this and bobbed his head to the music, showing to you and the camera that he didn’t care for your sexual intentions just as much as he knew you didn’t care to really make it sexual.

“I'm g-g-g-g-gonna make you love me.” You sang and they both tried to not burst out laughing.

“Yeah, I'm staring at you in the magazines every day. Feel like I'm seventeen never been touched this way. I'm thinking 'bout you.” You rolled off him to sit on his coffee table. With idiotic acting you crossed your legs and pulled up one of the magazines that was laying there. You gazed over the top of it with a smirk and Harry wiggled his fingers in a wave.

“I'll treat you better than the boys you're hangin' out with.” You bit your lip and leaned back on the coffee table. You knew you looked like an idiot, but that was the point.

“Take you to heaven and I'll show you all around it. I'll never ever let you down. Ooh Harry.” You rotated your head like a snake charmer and at the beat dropped, you sunk to your knees in front of Harry. He laughed and spread his legs so he could look at you.

“I'm gonna make you love me. You're gonna make me breakfast. It's a secret just between us we can keep it low-key. I ain't being funny. You should be so lucky to put your, put your velvet arms around me.” You tried not to laugh as you stood up and started to dance ‘erotically’. Harry leaned back and pretended to make it rain on you.

“Oh, Harry, Harry. Mmmm, Harry.” You got back on the floor and crawled the short distance to the couch. Making sure to overemphasize your shoulder blades moving.

“Oh, baby, I'm gonna make you love me. Yeah. So put your, put your, put your arms around me.” You sat next to Harry and pushed him to lay down. As you hit the end of the lyrics you laid across his body as Harry laughed obnoxiously.

“I'm gonna, I'm gonna. Gonna, gonna make you love me. Harry!” You sat up and started to twerk horribly on him making Harry cover his face with his arm and he tried not to cry laughing. You made your voice crack on the last note of the song and Harry couldn’t help himself. He tackled you off the couch as you doubled over laughing.

“Are you trying to get me hard in front of all of these people?” Harry joked hovering over you. You snickered and looked behind you at the camera. You caught your breath and nodded at Harry with a grin to match his.

“Mmhm.”

“Well it didn’t work so that’s embarrassing for you.” Your jaw dropped in mock offense and Harry narrowed his eyes at you. You both stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before Harry lost it and you both started laughing again. Harry rolled off you, still giggling.

“So that was Harry by Kelsey Karter. I actually showed this song to Harry. We both had a very entertaining time.” You said, popping up to talk to the camera. Harry put his head on your shoulder and smiled.

“My song is a lot less suggestive. Because this is a family show,” Harry cut you off and you covered your face with your hand. A bright smile spread across your face. Harry leaned forward to look at you.

“Or is itttttt?” You both said and were sent into a new fit of drunken hysterics.

“If you could take that seat there,” Harry said as he pulled you back onto the couch that he was sitting in earlier. He skipped over to your laptop and began typing.

“Get ready to get your panties wet.” He said loudly, making you laugh. You knew you were going to have to edit that out but for now you just laughed at Harry’s brash, drunk personality.

He cleared his throat and clicked play on you laptop. Your mouth dropped. He was not doing this on camera for potentially millions to see. Holy shit.

“Whores in this house. There's some whores in this house.”

You covered your mouth as Harry moved around and danced like a weirdo. He started doing the robot and you leaned your head back in a cackle. You were so fucking glad you were filming this.

“I said certified freak, seven days a week. Wet-ass pussy, make that pullout game weak!” Harry rapped out choppily and started dancing again. You watched him make up horrible moves and he started doing the dance routine One Direction always did which made you almost jump out of your seat.

“Put this pussy right in your face. Swipe your nose like a credit card. Hop on top, I wanna ride I do a kegel while it's inside. Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes. This pussy is wet, come take a dive. Tie me up like I'm surprised. Let's role play, I'll wear a disguise.” Harry rapped, gaining more of a flow the longer he rapped. You were surprised at how well he knew the lyrics. He spun around his living room and you laughed again.

“I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage.” He yelled, dropping to his knees. You shoved a pillow over your face to keep from screaming as tears of laughter rolled down your face.

“Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me. Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me. I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be. I'll run down on him 'fore I have a n**** running me. Talk your shit, bite your lip.” Harry spit out. He put his hand over his mouth when the n word came up and then he slid forward grabbing your hand. He put it to his heart as he rapped.

“Now get your boots and your coat for this wet-ass pussy. He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet-ass pussy. Pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet-ass pussy. Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet-ass pussy.” Harry winked and lay on the coffee table with his arm propping his head up as he laid down.

“Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker. I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker. Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra with a hook in it, hope it lean over.” He pointed at you and your smile widened as you wiggled your shoulders and mouthed out ‘Yass’.

“I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp. I wanna gag, I wanna choke. I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat.” At this Harry slid off the table and brought you to stand with him. He moved around and horribly tried to ballroom dance as you laughed so hard you could barely hear the blaring music of Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

“Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes. Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating. Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in. Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating.” Harry twirled you out of his arms and punched the air to the sound effect of the fighting bell. You were feeling inspired and started to twerk like Tina Belcher. Harry tried so hard to not laugh, he almost stopped rapping.

“In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya. If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder. Big D stand for big demeanor. I could make you bust before I ever meet ya.” Harry spun you around and winked obnoxiously.

He dipped you and you pushed him off as you fell to the ground. Your laughter took over you. You did not expect him to rap about getting rimmed, but you were so glad you were recording.

“If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?" When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name. Ah.” You couldn’t help yourself and you started rapping along with him.

Harry jumped on his couch and pulled you up with him. You both just jumped around and laughed as the music continued to play.

“Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy.” Harry wiggled his shoulders like ‘the wobble’ as he slowly snuck to his knees on the couch.

“Now from the top, make it drop. That's some wet-ass pussy.” At this, Harry grabbed the back of your knees and pulled them to him. You shrieked as you fell on his body and you both laughed as you fell onto the couch.

“I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP.” You couldn’t help but shout this with Harry and you rolled off him and onto the floor.

You propped your chin on the couch as he circled it and stood behind it. With his hands on the back he leaned down so you were a few inches apart.

“That's some wet-ass pussy. Macaroni in a pot.” he whispered leaning way to close to you. You fell back and hit the coffee table with a bang. You clutched your elbow in pain, but kept laughing at him. Harry couldn’t help himself and as the song finished up. He just doubled over the couch and cracked up.

The song started over, but you both were too far gone from laughing to pay attention. Harry’s apartment was full of laughter as your faces went red and you gasped for breath.

“Harry oh my god!” You shrieked and threw a pillow at him. He slapped his thigh and as he giggled.

“We’re making ourselves appear as a pair of sluts.” You said and pushed off the couch to stand up. Harry giggled and nodded.

“Less suggestive my ass.” You teased with a smirk and Harry snickered.

“Yup!” He exclaimed. Harry hopped over the back of his couch to sit down as he tried to regain his breathing. You moved to sit next to him. You were both flushed with big smiles and you waved at the camera.

“Bye!” You yelled and Harry waved too. You moved to turn the camera off and you plopped back onto the couch.

“What the fuck even was that video?!” You exclaimed and Harry smiled at you and shrugged.

“Just say we’re drunk. Then everything makes sense.” He said, throwing an arm around your shoulders. You nodded and covered your face with your hands. You knew this was going to break the internet and honestly you couldn’t wait.

[tf2-hellhole]

Yaaay i got here in time! This blog rocks. Can i ask what your HCs are for what sort of affection (sexual, romantic, w/e) the mercs like the most?

Warning: No NSFW, but there is discussion of sex

I categorized it by romantic or sexual, but there’s a bit of categorizing by the 5 love languages idea too

If any of you are asexual or don’t want sex in any way, I think any of the mercs would be perfectly fine with that honestly. You can ignore the first bullet point for each mercenary, except Scout and Spy because rejection of sex is kinda involved in their development here.

Scout:

At first, sexual. After a while, both.

When you first start your relationship, the majority of the affection he tries to give you is sexual, because that’s the only type of affection he knows how to give. All of his past relationships have been purely sexual with little to no romantic attraction, so he honestly thinks relationships are a lot more about the sex than they are about the bond.

But eventually, as you give him more romantic, wholesome affection, he realizes that it’s not all about that. He quickly grows to love romantic affection and is constantly drowning you in it. He likes giving you lots of physical affection, like hugs and kisses, and lots of compliments, as well as taking you on lots of dates.

He grows to prefer romantic affection over sexual affection, but he still loves sex. Even that changes, however; he’s now ok with not having any sex, and if you want to have it, it’s not just about his own pleasure anymore.

Soldier:

Romantic.

Soldier is not the most affectionate partner (he’s honestly not very good at romance in general honestly), but he absolutely prefers romantic affection over sexual. He doesn’t have much of a drive for sex honestly, and even when he was young, it wasn’t something he cared about too much. But if you ever need him, he’s happy to provide what you need.

He’s not big on physical/verbal affection, but he is always showing his love through different acts of service. He will always do what you ask of him without a moment of hesitation, even if he really, really doesn’t want to do it. He will always, always serve you loyally, though he is prone to making mistakes when doing what you ask of him.

His next favorite form of affection is through quality time. He honestly lives for every moment he gets to spend with you, so he loves planning dates with you. He likes those types of casual fun dates people go on in movies; stuff like making out at the drive-in or going to a cafe for lunch.

Pyro:

Romantic.

In the way I interpret Pyro, they literally no interest in sex nor do they want it, and they are not willing to perform. But they absolutely loooooove giving and receiving romantic affection. They’re very lovey, so they’re constantly smothering you in it.

They love to give all kinds of physical affection. They’re always wrapping you up in big bear hugs, peppering your face in kisses, or whining for you to come cuddle with them. They honestly can get pretty needy, but if you tell them this they will respectfully try to respect your boundaries with no hard feelings.

They also love giving you presents. The most common thing they give you is drawings they’ve made you; they’re all kinda bad and very sweet. They also love giving you treats and trinkets they make themselves, which are actually very well-made.

Demo:

Both.

Demo does really enjoy sex and has a fairly decent drive for his age, but does it more for the bonding and enjoyment of your company than he does for the pleasure. But, being as affection-starved as he is, he also lives for any romantic affection you give him.

He’s actually quite the romantic, and he surprises you with the amount of affection and loves he showers on you everyday. His main form of affection is through physical affection; he’s always wrapping his arms around your waist, putting you on his lap, hugging you from behind, cuddling you at night, smothering you in wet kisses. But he also likes to be overly romantic to make you laugh.

He also loves spending time with you. He likes to take you on adventures and fun trips, but he also loves domestic stuff like snuggling up to watch a movie or making dinner together.

Heavy:

Romantic.

I mean, homie is 57 years old, and never cared about it when he was younger. He literally has no drive, but he will happily provide if you need him. So he definitely prefers romantic affection over sexual.

At first, he doesn’t seem to be the most affectionate partner. He doesn’t say “I love you” very often and doesn’t give lots of physical affection, but he’s constantly doing things for you, making you things (usually food) and spending time with you.

His favorite thing is spending quality time with you. The life he’s lived has taught him that spending time with the people you love is very, very important. So of course, he always cherishes every moment he spends with you. His absolute favorite thing is to have you cuddled up against his chest while you watch TV/he reads to you/ similar stuff.

But like I said, he also loves performing acts of service or giving you heartfelt gifts (he makes you food from his home, especially treats).

Engie:

Romantic.

Engie has always been quite a romantic, and loves giving romantic affection. He does enjoy sex, and honestly has a decently high drive for his age. But he doesn’t often ask for it on the rare occasion he needs you; he feels like he’d be too demanding or greedy if he propositioned you every time. On the rare occasion he indulges himself by asking, he always sets up the night to be very romantic and makes it way more about the bonding than his needs.

In general, he’s so adorably romantic. He’s always a total gentleman for you; treating you kindly and sweetly, doing things like opening doors, playing guitar for you, giving you all sorts of kisses. Like, the whole shebang.

He loves spending good quality time with you. He’s always doing things like playing you love songs, making and sharing dinner with you, taking you out to festivals and other fun events. But he’s also the type to appreciate the little things, like snuggling at night or cleaning together.

Medic:

Both.

Medic does have a love of romance and generally prefers it, but he also has a high drive for his age and needs you every once in a while. Most of the time he turns it into a sweet, romantic night for you two. He always surprises you with what a romantic he can be sometimes.

He loves all kinds of little shows of affection; swapping compliments, pecks on the cheek, holding hands. Little domestic things like that absolutely make his day, honestly. So he does have an fondness for physical affection. He’s a little touch-starved to be honest, so give him a big hug and he’ll melt on you with the goofiest grin on his face.

He also really loves gift-giving; he’s always showering you in treats and presents,  especially on holidays like your birthday or Valentine’s Day. He honestly loves pampering you like this. Sometimes he uses presents to kind of flex how well he knows you and your interests.

Sniper:

Romantic.

He does have the sexual drive you’d expect from a super repressed dude in his 20s, but he’s so unbelievably starved of affection that he absolutely lives for any romantic affection.

He’s very fond of physical affection, to the point he can get kinda clingy in private. He’s touchstarved so he always needs to be touching you. He specifically loves cuddling in bed/on the couch/another cozy place, but he also loves hugs, soft touches, nuzzles, kisses, literally anything physical. He’d probably cry a lil if you held him tenderly, kissed his face, and told him how much you love him.

He’s also very fond of words of affirmation, but he doesn’t actually show it too much. He always compliments you after you get ready for the day, even if you’re literally looking the worst you’ve ever looked. And he’d never admit it, but he loooooooves receiving compliments. He always brushes compliments off, but he’s red as a tomato afterward.

Spy:

At first, sexual. After a while, both.

When you first start dating Spy, he’s used to being unable to tell anyone about his feelings, thoughts, or memories, and venting it all through sex. It’s extremely unhealthy for him and honestly just leaves him feeling even worse. But as you start giving him affection and he gets used to a healthier, more supportive relationship, he realizes he actually has a very low drive for it when he’s not using it as an outlet. Now, he prefers coming to you for help when he’s feeling bad.

He really loves physical or verbal affection. And not the type of suave affection associated with his persona; he just wants to tiredly melt in your arms after a long day and talk about what he’s thinking. He honestly doesn’t know what he’d do without you in his life to help him with his feelings. So he loves to shower you in sweet, sincere compliments and tell you how much you mean to him.

[witches-and-cows]

Kisses and Cocoa

pairing: aziracrow (or ineffable wives) / fem!child!reader

requested? no but i do have requests to do djsiggfb

synopsis: just a little down time in the snow with our favorite angel and demon, and their baby girl

warning(s): fem!reader, it’s the wives cuz honestly i love them and they deserve more, a little blood, reader is like, 5

a/n: i gotta do those requests jdishrv so know that i’ve got a peter parker x reader in the works, and a crowley x platonic!reader; school’s overwhelming so

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Aziraphale was awoken by your childish excitement. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, sitting up and subconsciously carding her fingers through her partner’s vibrant ginger hair.

“Mmm....five more minutes, Angel. It’s cold.”

Crowley snuggled further into her lover’s chest, kissing her collarbone. Aziraphale yawned, and started counting down, waiting for you to burst through the door. 

“And 3, 2, 1--”

“Mum! Mummy, snow! There’s snow!” You climbed up on the bed, your chubby toddler hands grasping the blankets excitedly. Crowley kissed her teeth, sitting up. “Good morning, Giggles. How’d you sleep?” She pecked your forehead, and sat you in her lap. “Fine, mummy, but there’s snow!” You wiggled out of her grasp, and pressed your face up to the cold, foggy window, your eyes full of wonder. 

Aziraphale set her feet on the floor, and gasped softly, the cold shocking her. “Good heavens, it’s freezing!” You barely registered your mummy’s voice, now drawing in the fog of the window and humming to yourself. Aziraphale felt the overwhelming love she had for you bubble up into her throat, and she quickly wiped at her eyes. 

Crowley watched her with an amused smile gracing her lips. She’d never thought she’d get to have days like this with the angel, curled up in bed, watching their daughter grow up, and experience her first snow.

She loved Aziraphale, so damned much it nearly made her double over. And she loved you, with your wide [e/c] eyes and bubbly laughter (thus why they called you ‘Giggles’), and your love of cookies and Scooby Doo. She had her little family. She was, dare she say, grateful for you two everyday.

She was taken out of her little reverie by Aziraphale leaving a kiss on her cheek. “I’m going to brush my teeth, and help [Name] make up her bed and get ready for the day. Would you be so kind as to make breakfast?”

“Of course, Angel. Any requests?”

You turned and faced your moms, a wide smile gracing your features. “Can we have [pick a breakfast food]?” Crowley winked, saying, “Are angels real?”

“Yes! Thank you, mum!”

She chuckled, watching you tug on Aziraphale’s robe sleeve as you both walked out. 

Aziraphale enjoyed helping you get ready; It was one of those domestic activities that she’d miss as you got older. She picked out a cream colored shirt with seafoam green accents, and a pair of black overalls, humming softly along to the children’s program on the television (some magical ‘girl power!’ type cartoon that she also enjoyed; it was called Lollipop? No, LoliRock. She found it quite entertaining.) 

You flitted into the room, allowing Aziraphale to help you into the clothes, and talked about the dream you’d had (something about the Cars franchise and unicorns battling to the death over the Eiffel Tower), adding in little ‘oohs’ and ‘oh, dear!’s to indicate she was listening.

Once you were dressed and your hair was done, she had you wait downstairs in the living room of their cottage, letting Crowley entertain you with stories about mythical beings and the stars. Crowley was flipping a pancake when she sat next to you at the table, placing a napkin in your lap. 

She set a plate of food in front of you, smiling as you stared out the window, singing about how you’d like to go outside and build a snowman. “Do you want to go outside, Giggles?”

You nodded excitedly, practically bouncing in your seat. “Can we? I really want to!” Aziraphale bobbed her head in agreement, putting the juice Crowley poured for you on your placemat, and taking her cup of Earl Gray out of her hands. “Yes, we can, but eat first.” You went to work, not noticing the small smiles and brief touches that your mothers shared across the table.  

You finished your juice, and hopped out of your seat, impatiently waiting for one of your moms to finish. “C’mon, we’re busting daytime!” Crowley threw her head back, a raucous laugh leaving her mouth. “D’you mean burning  daylight, [Name]?”  

“Oh, yeah,” You responded, giggling. 

Crowley stood, and watched you run ahead to your room, screaming, “SNOW SNOW SNOW!” as you went along. She turned to Aziraphale, wiping tears from her eyes. “Busting daytime, that’s funny.” Aziraphale looked at her partner lovingly. “Go on, then. She’ll need help getting into her snow gear.” She said, amusement laced in her words. Crowley sauntered down the hall, whistling the tune of Lazing On a Sunday Afternoon.

You were already mostly undressed when she got to you, hastily tugging on your thermal underwear. “Oh, you’re quick,” She quipped as she picked up the clothes you discarded and placing them on the bed. “You know Mummy doesn’t like you leaving your clothes everywhere.”

“I know, but you said once or twice it’s okay.” 

Crowley, looked over at the toys lining your shelves, raising a brow at the Lightning McQueen car, before going to help you button up your snow pants. “Fair enough; You’ve got to have a smidge of demonic influence, don’t you, [Name]?” 

You giggled, letting her pull a jumper over your head, and put on your bubble coat. “Damned zipper,” She muttered, eyes narrowed in concentration. She eventually got it and then moved on to put your hat on your head, and wrap a scarf around your neck. You stopped her as she picked up your gloves, saying, “I can do it, Mum! Look!” 

She watched, pride glinting in her golden eyes as you successfully pulled the fingers of the gloves over your fingers. “That’s my girl, [Name]!” You let her put on the boots, though, saying, “I can’t do the boots, can you help?” She nodded, and did them for you, then letting you run off to find Aziraphale. Her attention then drifted to the toys again, and she fixed them to go in order of franchise then size. “Gosh, you really like Cars,” She mumbled.

Aziraphale had just gotten her own boots on, and was pulling on her hat as you hopped toward her. “Ready!” She picked you up, walking you to the front of the house, setting you in the snow. You fell back, making a snow angel and laughing. “Look, Mummy! It’s you!” 

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 A while later, Crowley came up behind Aziraphale, examining the snow angel from earlier, and a smiley face you made by walking in circles. “Wow, kiddo, that’s really good!” She then held out a carrot, and the buttons she’d picked up, saying, “I thought we wanted to build a snowman, Giggles?” You got to work, rolling the base and dodging snowballs from Crowley. Aziraphale worked on the midsection, snapping her fingers discreetly. 

You put the snowman’s head on, and Crowley lifted you so you could stick the nose in. Aziraphale stuck on the eyes, and put a bowtie on the divide between it’s head and middle. Crowley snapped a leather jacket on it, and you put some mittens on it’s “hands”. Then you all admired your handiwork. 

“They’re perfect,” Crowley confirmed, nodding her head. Aziraphale hummed in agreement. “Now what?”

“I saw a tutorial on how to build snow forts. We can try it?”

Crowley looked around, before snapping her fingers and watching an igloo build itself. Aziraphale made sure you didn’t get hit by ice blocks as the structure formed. 

You squealed, and went into the fort, laughing. Your laugh however, was cut off by a sneeze. Aziraphale perked up, brows furrowed. “Maybe we should head in,” She muttered, Crowley agreeing and gathering you up in her arms. “C’mon then, in we go.” 

“But--”

“You’re freezing, kiddo. We can go make hot chocolate, watch a movie.” 

That quietted your protest, and you burrowed your face in your Mum’s neck, your time outside wearing you out. 

Aziraphale opened the door, making sure the heat was up, before shedding her winter gear. She took you out of Crowley’s arms, letting her take hers off, then the both of them got to work on you.

You let them strip you of the wet clothes, and put a towel on your shivering form. “C’mon, let’s get you into a warm bath, then we can watch [favorite kid movie].” Aziraphale cooed, as your head lolled. “Dearest you get the bath going, I’ll get the cocoa.” 

Crowley nodded. “Alright, Angel.” She made her way to the bathroom, snapping her fingers so that the tub filled with warm water. “Step in for me, Giggles.” You did so, and Crowley quickly bathed you, humming Queen’s greatest hits, chuckling when you tried to join in with her. 

You finished up, and she wrapped you in your fluffy Winnie the Pooh hooded towel. (it was Tigger; Since you happened to hop around like him often, when Aziraphale saw it, she immediately thought of you, so she bought it.)

She put you together, and carried you to the living room, where Aziraphale was putting a tray of cocoa and cookies on the coffee table. “Oh, dear, you look adorable, [Name]! I love your Stitch onesie.” You made grabby hands at your Mummy, and she smiled sweetly, taking you into her arms and kissing your cheek. 

“My little [Name]. My dearest,” She muttered into your head, taking in the scent of your body wash and your natural scent. You reveled in the affection, mumbling, “I’m not little.” Crowley sat down, patting the seat next to her. “Of course not. You’re our big girl, [Name].” You bobbed your head, content with that. 

Crowley put on your movie, putting an arm around the back of the couch. Aziraphale snuggled into her side. As you slowly drifted off, Crowley kissed Aziraphale’s lips softly, “I love you, Angel.”

“I love you more, my dear.” 

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please i love them sm we’re craving this domestic shit

[starlightrows]

The Lady’s Guards

Pairing: Boba Fett x reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Mild blood and injury, some hurt/comfort, lots of domestic bliss and fluff, I really just like writing Boba with a feisty little wifey

Summary: Din brings Grogu to visit you and Boba on Tatooine, but you run into some trouble when you try to take him out for a day of shopping

AN: Lots of people really seemed to like my OC’s Tems and Rhys, so I wanted to write a little more with them! This can be read as a stand alone or a part 2 to The Lady of the House

You return to bed but find that you’re no longer tired enough to fall back to sleep. Instead you just enjoy the warmth of Boba’s skin and the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. When you can’t stand to lay still any longer you shift carefully out of his embrace and slip out of bed.

It’s not often you’re awake before him so you take advantage of this rarity. You put your robe back on, and sneak out of your chambers heading down to the kitchens. The maids are scurrying about preparing breakfast, and prepping for the larger more substantial meals later in the day.

“Good morning,” you call out softly from the top of the stairs. Everyone stops what they’re doing and turns quickly to address you. A small chorus of “my lady” and “good morning”’s greet you as you descend the stairs.

“I was hoping to help make breakfast and serve it to my husband in our chambers this morning if that’s alright,” you smile. You’re welcomed into the kitchens and allowed to help as one of the maids makes the batter for hot cakes. When the cakes have finished baking, you garnish the tray with fresh fruit, and fresh brewed caf.

Fearing for your ability to carry all of this food, you recruit one of the maids just to help you carry everything up to your chambers, and thank her for her excellent help before dismissing her and pushing through the doors.

Much to your delight Boba is still asleep when you come in. So you have time to set the table with the hot cakes and caf before climbing back onto the bed to kiss him awake. When he’s roused enough, he returns your kisses and mumbles out a good morning.

“Made you breakfast,” you nip at his cheek “and hot caf”

“Hmm, you made it?” He asks, sitting up a bit to glance over your shoulder at the table, laid out with breakfast as promised.

“Mhm, woke up a bit early, decided I wanted to spoil you my love,” you tug at his arm, pulling him with you to get out of bed. He indulges you, sitting at the table and accepting the plate full of hot cakes and more importantly the steaming up of caf.

Over breakfast you recount the events of last night, about the guards alerting you to the intrusion, the alarm on his ship, and Din hailing over the coms.

“Hmm, did he hail twice?” Boba asks draining his mug of caf

“No, just the one as far as I know” you reply, using your finger to collect a drop of sweet syrup from the hot cakes and licking it off.

“Then it’s not an emergency. Would you mind returning the com after we’re finished here? I’ll see to the intruder,” he places his plate back on the tray and reaches for the bowl of fruit. You’ve just about finished your breakfast and stack your plate as well.

“Of course darling,” you answer, kissing his head as you pass behind him to pick out something to wear for the day.

“Which guards should I see about the intruder?” He asks abandoning the fruit bowl in favor of following you to get himself ready as well.

“Oh, sorry my love, I’ve been sworn to secrecy on that matter,” you throw him a teasing look as you hold up one of your more comfortable day dresses, while he begins putting on his own robes for the day. You glance in the full length mirror, deciding that this was indeed what you wanted to wear today.

This pulls him up short, and he gives you a quizzical look. There are no secrets between the two of you, at least, not like this.

“Keeping secrets from the King of Tatootine my lady? That’s a dangerous game to play,” he’s only half dressed himself but he stops to watch you undress, and struggle with the front fastenings on your day dress.

“I’m well aware, my love but nevertheless, I gave them my word. Just go down to the dungeon and ask the guards on duty to see the one and only prisoner we currently have,” you walk towards him, and throw up your hands begging for his help to secure the ties. He didn’t expect you to hold firm on your secret, he honestly thought you’d been joking the first time.

He takes the ties and knots them properly with his surprisingly nimble fingers “Cyare, why can’t you tell me?”

“They asked me very specifically not to tell you,” you shrug. His hands still over your hips when he’s finished, holding you in place.

“Why?”

You laugh placing your hands over his and removing them gently, so he can get ready too “My darling, even your staff are intimidated by you. The pair of them were absolutely terrified you’d tear their limbs off and feed them to the rankor if you found out they entered our chambers,”

“I pay them to alert me to security breaches!” He grumbles pulling on his tunic, and beginning to secure his armor in place with your assistance.

“That’s what I told them. Promised them you wouldn’t be angry. They wouldn’t hear it, practically begged me on their knees to keep quiet about it,” you shake your head, securing his vambrace on.

“Better to be feared than loved,” he gripes, you lean up on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

“Hmmm... lucky you are both feared and loved,” you smile sweetly. He grins, catching your chin between his fingers and tilting your head to kiss your lips. Tasting the remains of the sweet syrup you’d spread over your hot cakes.

Later while Boba is seeing people on business, you take the time to sit down and hail Din over the coms. He answers after a minute or so of waiting and switches on the hologram function. A massive black eye comes into the viewfinder.

“Too close ad’ika,” Din pulls Grogu away from the camera, and places him in his lap as he sits down. Grogu waves, seeing your face on his end of the screen.

You wave back and smile brightly, “Hello my little green bean!” You coo

“Sorry about last night,” Din says sheepishly “Forgot about the daylight difference between Tatooine and Mandalore. I hope I didn’t wake you guys up or anything,”

You wave him off good naturedly. “Oh don’t worry about that. I was just worried something was wrong,” you say, lightly prompting him to explain the reason for his late night call.

“Nothing is wrong, really. I just have a couple things I need to talk to Fett about. And I was hoping to bring Grogu for a visit in a couple rotations,” he admits

“Absolutely! I’ll have to check with the big man, but I’m quite sure none of his appointments for the next couple days are urgent enough to take president over a visit from the Mand’alor,” you joke

“Well let me know if he says otherwise, but we’ll be there in two days time,” Din tells you, taking Grogu’s little hand and manually waving it at you.

“Will do. Bye baby! I’ll see you soon,” you give Grogu a little wave before shutting off the com.

Boba has no objection to Din and Grogu coming for a visit, and he delights in your enthusiasm to spend time (and spoil) your nephew. And in two days' time, they arrive on Tatooine as promised.

Immediately you confiscate Grogu from Din, and whisk him away to play and explore the palace, leaving Boba and Din to talk business and catch up.

The second day of their visit you ask Din if he would mind if you took Grogu out of the palace and down into the city for a day of shopping and fresh air. Din doesn’t seem to mind, trusting you wholeheartedly. But Boba insists you take guards for your safety as well as Grogu’s. It’s a small measure to ask and not an unfounded request given the type of people that still hang around Mos Eisley, so you accept his request.

“Why did it have to be us?” Tems moans as Rhys starts up the land speeder.

“You’re not even a little excited? The Lady chose us herself! That means she likes us!” Rhys says “Plus we get to drive the boss’s speeder. Tell me you aren’t at least a little excited about that,”

Tems actually is kind of excited, it’s a really nice speeder. But it does not outshine how nervous he is at the thought of being responsible for the safety of not only Boba Fett’s feisty, headstrong little queen, but also the son of The Mand’alor.

“We just have to be careful Rhys. The safety of the Lady and the child is way more important than a cool speeder,” Tems says sliding into the passenger seat. Rhys brings the speeder around to the front to the palace.

“I know that,” Rhys snips at him, coming to a stop at the palace door where you wait with Boba. Tems gets out of the speeder and holds the door open for you. You quickly press your forehead against Boba’s helmet and slide into the speeder, holding Grogu close in a wrapped silk scarf against your chest.

Tems gets back in the passenger seat, and the speeder pulls away from the palace. The trip down into the city doesn’t take very long, and thank goodness for that because Rhys is having a hard time holding his tongue. He wants to ask you a thousand questions. Instead he places all of his focus on driving carefully, listening to you softly speak to the child.

Upon arriving, Tems gets out and opens the door for you again. Tems and Rhys follow behind you at a respectful distance as you Grogu to various stalls and booths at the open air market. Making pleasant conversation with the merchants, buying Grogu snacks and little gifts he shows interest in, splurging on a few items for yourself as well.

As the afternoon goes on, Tems notices more eyes than usual trained on you as you walk from stall to stall. Eyes with ill intent. Something feels wrong, and it’s not just his anxiety. He nudges Rhys and gives him a look. He senses it too, all semblance of the distractible and energetic man he’s used to attempting to corral is gone. Replaced by a headset face, and a firm hand on his blaster.

“My lady,” Rhys addresses you directly. You’re in the middle chatting with a merchant over a purchase, you turn and smile at your guard.

“Yes?”

“My lady, we need to-” he doesn’t have a chance to finish his statement. A shrill cry of a man jumping out from behind a booth wall brandishing a vibroblade towards you cuts him off. Rhys pushes you down, shielding your body with his. While Tems tackles the man to the ground.

You don’t see the exchange, Rhys makes sure of that. He drags you off the floor behind the counter with the shopkeeper, who is cowering in fear. Grogu is whimpering and clinging to the front of your tunic, you hold him securely and try to murmur comforting words to him. You take great care to cover his massive ears, the sounds of your assailant and bodyguard fighting one another fill the tiny stall.

Onlookers in the market either flee screaming, or crowd in to watch. Rhys placed himself between you and fighting. Finally the sounds of the fighting stop, there is nothing besides Grogu’s sobs and the heavy breathing of the victor of the fight.

Rhys gives your shoulder a gentle shake. You look up at him and find his face comforting but stern. “I’m sorry my lady, but we must get you back to the palace,” he takes your arm and pulls you off the ground “now”

Rhys draws his blaster keeping it ready in case it’s needed. You look to see Tems standing at the entrance to the merchant stall, splattered in blood and shouting for the crowd to get back.

“Watch your step, my lady,” Rhys says, tugging you away from the body of your would-be attacker. You draw Grogu in a little closer, and make a point to step around the body.

The pair of them hustle you out of the market, shouting for people to get out of the way and making a show aiming their blasters at anyone that dared get too close.

The speeder trip back to the palace does not take long, Tems looks back on you and asks if you’re injured. You shake your head, and continue trying to comfort Grogu, who’s no longer crying but whimpering pitifully and unwilling to be detached from you in any way.

When the speeder pulls up to the palace both guards disembark and escort you down into the throne room, regardless of whatever business is transpiring down there. The guards on duty seem to realize you will not be kept from the throne room when they see you dirtied and disheveled, escorted by equally disheveled and bloodied guards; they let you pass without question.

The throne room has more than a few guests discussing trade and wage with Boba and Din, with Fennec providing on site security. At the sound of your foot steps descending the stairs, Boba looks up and takes in your frightful appearance.

“Get out, all of you,” Boba’s voice is sharp and clear. The other occupants of the room seem to hesitate, also caught up in the shock of seeing the queen looking so battered.

“That wasn’t a suggestion, leave” Fennec bashes the hilt of her blaster into the duracreet, making a resounding noise that jolts Boba’s guests out of their stupor. They all scramble to disperse, exiting the throne room as quickly as possible.

You quickly move deeper into the throne room, and extend Grogu to Din who’s approaching you anxiously with Boba at his heels. Grogu goes to his fathers arms without complaint and seems to settle almost immediately once he’s placed against Din’s shoulder.

“Take care of your son,” Boba says as carefully as he can manage. Din only nods and disappears down another hallway leading to guest rooms. Boba’s hand jute out, grabbing your chin and tilting your face from side to side checking you for wounds physical or otherwise. Your hand closes over his wrist, and you give him a squeeze and a nod. “Come cyare,” he whispers to you, leading you away from the throne room.

Tems and Rhys have been standing at attention the entire duration of this exchange. When you and Boba leave, they relax slightly. Rhys is ready to bolt, Tems is ready to wretch. But Fennec keeps them rooted on the spot.

“He will be back,” she says “and he’s going to want answers that are clear and to the point. Do you understand?”

They nod.

In your chambers Boba rips off his helmet and frantically checks you again for injuries. Needing to see with his own eyes. You assure him up and down that you’re perfectly fine thanks to your guards.

“What happened cyare?” He asks, holding you close despite your dusty clothes tainting his clean ones. You recount the story to the best of your ability, but you admit he would probably get more useful information from your guards.

“They saved my life,” you say honestly “and Grogu’s too. They’re good men, and they deserve our gratitude,”

Boba draws you in closer still and rests his head on top of yours. He’s reluctant to even let you out of his embrace, but you pull away.

“Go speak to them my love. I’m safe in these walls. I promise you, I won’t leave our chambers until you come back,” you tell him, cradling his handsome face in your hands. It bothers him how unphased you seem to be, though he knows you rather well, and can recognize that this will be something you process and need help with later on.

Eventually Boba does leave you so you can run a bath and get yourself cleaned up, and he can go get the full story from your guards. Fennec has perched herself on a high stool that sits behind Boba’s throne. A vantage point for her to survey the room. Meanwhile Tems and Rhys have been wringing their hands and coming down from their adrenaline highs.

“We saved the lady,” Rhys mumbled under his breath, excited once more but teeming with nerves. This is worse than the other night, when your eyes pierced his soul and scared the daylight out of him.

“We almost got Lady and the Mand’alor’s son killed in one afternoon” Tems couldn’t help his pacing back and forth across the sandy floor. His clothes were hot and sticky covered in the blood of the man he had killed. And he would gladly do it again for the good queen.

Boba’s presence reappearing in the throne room reignited both Tems and Rhys anxiety and adrenaline responses. But they stood at attention and awaited their fate with knocking knees and chattering teeth.

Boba surveyed the two men. Both strong capable young men, though one had definitely worked here longer. Something seemed familiar about these two, something Boba couldn’t place, though he had a suspicion there was a reason his wife had chosen these two particular guards to escort her down to the market.

Boba sits heavily on his throne, clears his throat and beckons them forward.

“You’ve defended my palace, protected my beloved wife and nephew, and served me well. You both have my gratitude and my respect. Any reward you desire, name it and it’s yours” Boba says “All I ask of you now it the truth. Tell me what happened today,”

At first neither man speaks. Tems finally breaks the silence, but can not find it himself to look Boba in the eye.

“In the market today. I noticed a man following us. He went into a secluded market stall carrying wares the lady seemed interested in. He tried to attack the lady with a vibroblade. I killed this man,” Tems says “It’s been a long time since Tatooine was ruled by a fair and just hand, my Lord. I have lived here since the Hutts ruled the Dune Sea and promoted the slave trade. I am honored to serve you and your worthy cause my lord. I ask for no other reward”

Boba nods, and casts his gaze over to the younger man.

“If I may sir. I took your wife and nephew to safety while my partner dispatched the attacker. I would have willingly given my life to save theirs,” Rhys bows his head in respect, but looks up again to ask his favor “If you are willing to offer a reward for what happened today, I only have one request. I have a younger sister, Talece. She’s smart and responsible, but struggles to find work due to her inability to speak. I humbly ask for her to have a place in your palace. She can cook, clean, serve in whatever way you ask of her, my lord”

Tems shifts his eyes over to his friend. He didn’t know Rhys had a mute sister, or a sister at all. He’d have to ask about it later.

“I’m sure my wife can find use for another maid, bring her tomorrow. If the lady of the house has a need for her, then she is welcome to stay,” Boba nods. He looks back to Tems but addresses them both “Your service and dedication today will not be forgotten. But for now, you are both dismissed and relieved of your duties for the rest of today,”

Tems and Rhys bow low and thank Boba Fett for his generosity, before scurrying away to get clean and unwind from this whole ordeal.

Boba dismisses Fennec as well and tells her to cancel all of his remaining appointments for the rest of the day. He goes back to you in your chambers to find you clean, wrapped in a dressing gown and drying your hair while sitting on the bed.

He removes his armor at record breaking speed, and climbs onto the bed pulling you down with him regardless of your wet hair.

“I suspect I’ve discovered which of the guards came into our room the other night,” he says, stroking your arm. You nod, there’s no point in lying to him about it if he’s already figured it out.

“I like them,” you say “They’re good guards, and good men,”

“The younger one. He’s got a sister, asked me to give her a job,” he tells you

“And?”

“And you’ve got a new handmaiden if you’d like. If not she can join the kitchen staff,” he continues stroking your arm. At this you pull away from him a bit and prop yourself up on his chest to stare down at him. Meeting his deliciously dark eyes.

“For all the fear you strike in the hearts of others, you do seem to have a tender heart underneath your glare and beskar,” you tease him, dropping your head down to kiss his lips