#GROSS I WANT TO KISS HIM AND HOLD HIS HAND AND YUCK

[retrolvr4]

I’d Fix It If I Could

Darry Curtis x Female Reader

Pt 1

Warnings- Smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), p in v, reader has female anatomy, praise, orgasm denial if you squint

A/n- you don’t have to read the first part to understand the second! Thank you all so much for all the support on my previous fic’s, I appreciate it so much 💗 Hope you enjoy this one!

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You had fixed Dinner for Soda, Pony, Darry and yourself. The rest of the boys having gone off to other places for nightly activities. 

“I know a hot meal probably isnt ideal considering the circumstances but I hope you boys still like it” you said as you set down plates of spaghetti in front of the boys. 

“Dont worry your pretty little head, this looks delicious, thank you for making dinner darling” Darry said to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. Resulting in a ‘yuck’ from Pony and Soda. 

You were grateful he allowed himself to sit down and let you make and serve dinner. He was always working or busy with something and you enjoyed being able to help out. 

“Y/n it looks real good and i'm always starving after work” Soda complemented 

“Yeah y/n, I've been wantin’ spaghetti real bad, thanks for makin’ it for me” Pony gushed 

You laughed and thanked them all for the praises on the simple dish. 

The four of you sat down for dinner, Pony talking about the latest book he’d read, Soda talking about weird customers he ran into all while Darry watched you adoringly, he loved how good you got along with Pony and Soda and how much you cared for them. Always asking about their days and laughing at their stories, comforting them if something went awry, and threatening to beat up guys double your size if you heard they hurt Pony. 

After the four of you had eaten, Pony and Soda headed to their rooms while you and Darry cleaned up dinner. Darry was washing the dishes while you cleaned off plates from the table. 

“I never knew a man could look so hot washing dishes” you giggled, slightly mesmerized by Darry’s biceps and his muscular figure he had built from the long days spent at work. You set the dishes down in the sink then wrapped your arms around Darry’s waist from behind, you slowly began to press gentle kisses on to his back, working your way up to his shoulder blades. 

“Doll you can’t keep teasin’ me like this” he groaned “I’m not gonna make it if you keep getting me all worked up” You felt him shiver 

“What if I want you to be all worked up” you whispered back 

“Well thankfully all the dishes are clean” He replied drying his hands off with a towel 

“But don’t they need dried and put away” you teased, continuing to work slow kisses along his shoulder. 

Darry turned himself around so he was now facing you, you laid your head on his chest and were now hugging his waist. He held the back of your head with his hands, playing with your hair and massaging your scalp. You sighed contentedly at his actions, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to be engulfed in his scent. 

You heard the creak of a door opening then the padding of footsteps down the hall. You turned your head to face who you heard, not leaving Darry’s arms. You saw Soda giving you an amused look and Pony standing behind him with a teasing grossed out face. 

“I’m gonna go meet with Steve, there’s some party he wants to go to tonight, I probably won’t be back till late” Soda told you and Darry

“And I wanna go to the drive in, I told Johnny I’d meet him there, I’ll probably be home late too” Pony chimed in

“Alright, just be safe and I’ll tan both of your hides if you're not back home by the time I’m up tomorrow morning” Darry threatened, only half kidding. 

You left Darry’s embrace to give Soda and Pony quick hugs “have fun, and call if you need anything” You said to them, both of them leaving soon after. 

“We got lucky” you smiled, heading back over to Darry “got the house all to ourselves” 

“Exactly what we needed sweet thing” Darry cooed, he picked you up, holding on tightly to your waist. Seconds later his lips were on yours, hungrily kissing you. He moved you over to set you down on the counter, still kissing you needily. 

He moved his hands down to your thighs running his fingers along them as he began to kiss down your neck and onto your collar bone. 

“Been needing you so bad” he muttered between kisses, small whimpers coming from you. You worked your hands through his hair, pulling on the strands when he would suck and gently bite on your skin. 

“Youre gonna leave marks” you said softly, not opposed to the idea but wanting to make sure he knew. 

“I want to honey” he replied, looking up at you with big eyes “want you to think about me when you see em’” 

Your stomach flipped at the sight of him, the lustful look in his eyes, the small smirk that played on his face, as you felt him gently running his hands along your thighs and hips. 

“Darry I need you” you whimpered out. 

Darry quickly picked you back up and carried you down the hall to his room, softly setting you down on his bed. He climbed on top of you and tugged your tank top over your head, his lips back on yours in an instant. He unclasped your bra with ease, throwing it to the side. 

He pulled back from you to admire your figure “You’re so beautiful my sweet girl” he praised

You blushed at his complements and pulled him back into you, kissing him slowly and sweetly, in contrast to the fast pace that had previously been set. 

You tangled your hands into his hair and he moved one of his hands to your breast, he cupped it then gently began toying with your nipple, slowly rubbing circles and lightly pinching. The sensation made you moan softly and he groaned at the noises you were producing. 

You began to play with the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up, hinting at what you were wanting. 

“Words baby” he said, noticing your actions

“Can I take your shirt off?” you shyly asked him 

“course you can” he replied sweetly

You lifted his shirt over his head, admiring his toned figure for a moment before you crawled into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist, and began kissing his neck, moving your way down to his collarbone. His quick breaths and grunts had you pooling with arousal, you felt his erection on your thigh so you knew you werent the only one getting worked up. 

He began to toy with your waistband, “love when you wear these shorts, they look so beautiful on you” he groaned out, you hummed in response. 

“can I take em’ off?” he asked you sweetly 

“Yes, please honey” you said eagerly, and he moved you onto your back, shimmying the shorts down your soft legs. 

Darry hovered over you for a moment before leaning down to give you a loving kiss, then working his way down your body, kissing every part of you. He stopped just below your belly button. Looking up at you with loving eyes “this okay?” 

You nodded quickly, desperately needing him closer to where you desired him most. 

He pulled your undies down and placed a sweet kiss on your swollen clit. He quickly licked up the arousal that had been forming “so wet for me” he muttered, tongue diving between your folds. 

He slowly pushed two fingers into you, you groaned at the sensation and grabbed onto his hair, it had once been cleanly slicked back but you had made a mess of it by now. 

You felt a sensation building in your stomach as Darry worked his fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit the soft spongy spot inside of you. 

Just as he was about to push you over the edge he quickly pulled away. You whined at the loss of contact and he shushed you.

“Can you wait a little bit for me baby? You’re doing so good” he cooed 

You groaned but agreed to his request.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down along with his underwear. 

You nearly drooled at the sight in front of you, Darry was hard and throbbing and the look in his eyes told you he desperately needed you. 

He moved so he was hovering over you, your gaze met his and you gave him a nod to signal that you were ready. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly began to push into you. 

You gasped at the sensation, pressure building as your body tried to adjust to his size. 

“Youre doing so good for me” Darry praised “you okay honey?” he asked, wanting to know before he pushed further into you. You nodded and he pushed into you the rest of the way. You were completely filled with him and he groaned at the pressure of your walls clinging to him. 

He began to thrust in and out of you, slowly at first but your whines of pleasure encouraged him to move quicker. He moved his face into the crook of your neck in an unsuccessful attempt to muffle his moans. You were a mess underneath him, moaning at the sensation with each move of his hips, you were frantically grabbing him anywhere you could, squeezing his biceps, scratching his back, tugging on his hair, any kind of contact you could get with him. 

“Fuck” Darry groaned “feel so good doll” he managed to get out between heavy breathes. 

You felt your orgasm approaching as pressure built in your stomach. 

“I’m so close Dare” you cried out. He quickly moved his lips to yours, swallowing your moans, he continued to thrust into you, hitting the perfect spot every time. 

You sloppily kissed him as you felt your release nearing, one of your hands holding on to the side of his face while the other tugged on his hair. He held tightly onto your hips holding you in place as he fucked you. He felt you clenching around him knowing he was nearing his release as well. 

“It’s okay baby” He cooed to you, signaling to you to allow yourself to release all the pressure that had been building. 

With a few more sloppy thrusts you were pushed over the edge, the pressure releasing as you were thrown into pure bliss. When Darry felt your walls clench around him he was soon releasing inside of you. Groaning as the two of you rode out your highs together. 

When you had caught your breath, you kissed him on the forehead, he was a sweaty mess but he looked so handsome. Both of you whispered ‘I love you’s’ and Darry praised “you did so good, you're so beautiful” 

After sweet kisses and giggles Darry stood up to go run a bath for you. You whined at the loss of his contact “I’m just gonna start a bath so I can get you cleaned up, I’ll be right back” he said with a small laugh.

You sat up and threw Darry’s previously discarded shirt on to cover up your exposed body. 

Darry was back seconds later as he had said and he raised his eyebrows at you wearing his shirt “practically swimming in that thing” he chuckled as he moved towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead. He wrapped his arms under your legs and back and picked you up to carry you to the bathroom. 

“Darry I can walk” you said with a teasing attitude

“Nope, you're getting carried” He responded and kissed your forehead. 

Darry set you down on the countertop in the bathroom and helped you pull the shirt off, he then picked you up and set you back down in the bath, now filled with warm water. 

He helped you wash your body, massaging and scratching your back in the process. 

After you were cleaned up he’d given you a clean shirt of his per your request, you told him it was still too hot to put your pajamas on and you batted your eyes at him as you asked if you could just wear one of his shirts to bed. He agreed of course, knowing he couldn't say no to you especially when you looked at him like that. 

Both of you laid down in bed, worn out from your previous activities. Darry placed a hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles along your hip as the two of you fell asleep. 

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[bangchansgirlsblog]

My Biggest Regret

Part five:

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His arms wrapped around her as fast as they could. Pulling her against his body. He couldn't believe it. She was there.

The nights he would cry himself to sleep because of the lonely feeling that no one seemed to fill except her played in his mind. The days where he would pick up his phone to try to call her but knew he couldn't, played in his mind.

She was right in front of him.

"I missed you so much Aya," He whispered to Y/n. Her scent filled his nostrils and all of a sudden he was the 14 year old boy running around the playground with his girl bestfriend. So innocent, so happy and so in love.

"I missed you too Channie," she whispered back to him. She was trying to keep her tears in but she totally failed. The tears slowly wetting his hoodie. Just like at the airport but he didn't care, he never did.

"Hey, don't cry, you're too beautiful to cry," his touch was so soft. He wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed her forehead.

"Yuck gross!" Hannah exclaimed when she had realized the two were now just staring and smiling at one another.

"Hannah, Stop it! I've been waiting for years to see this happen!" Chan's mum smacked Hannah on the  back of the head before admiring the two lovers who were both in their own world.

Unlike Hannah who was rambling in anger while her mum and dad just admired the couple in-front  of them.

The rest of the boys sat in confusion. Trying to understand what was going on because they were very sure that their leader was in a relationship back home. They were sure that their leader was getting all the girls and screwing them every chance he could get so why was his mum calling them love birds? Did they miss a chapter? Did any of them know what was going on back home?

Han looked over at Changbin trying to communicate with his eyes, trying to get answers but Changbin, being his slow self, couldn't understand what was going on.

"Shall we show you guys to your room as these guys catch up?" Chan's dad interrupted the little chattering that was going on.

"Yes please," I.N replied and they all got up and carried their bags following right behind.

"Okay Chan, I'm going to say it. I.N is smoking hot!" Hannah exclaimed and collapsed on the couch. He looked over at his little sister and chuckled. He wasn't surprised at her reaction because when he was away she would always make such comments to piss him off.

"I don't think you want to mess with him, his quite the player," Chan responded.

How ironic Chan because aren't you the same person screwing other girls while you claim to love with your bestfriend?

Hannah whined and looked up to her older brother. "Ugh you’re no fun,"

"You missed me though," he teased back.

"Sure," Hannah stuck out her tongue and laid back down on the couch.

"I'll go take a shower and we can catch up yeah?" Chan hadn't let go of Y/n's hand. He was still holding on and he didn't let go. He refused to let go but if he did want to shower he eventually would have too.

"Okay that's fine, I need to set up the snack table anyway," she smiled at the older boy. The light in her eyes was brighter than ever and her skin was glowing. Chan couldn't take his eyes off her. Not at all but again he knew he had too. He finally let go and grabbed his suitcases to head to his room.

The living room was now boy free. Chan's dad came back to start on the grill and Chan's mum was by his side helping. They wanted to get everything ready because they knew the boys were hungry. Who wouldn’t be?

Meanwhile Hannah was complaining about how living with 9 boys (including her dad) was going to be the most excruciating pain ever.

Y/n on the other hand was in lala land. Chan was more handsome and the most beautiful. His muscles were bigger and he was way more taller and his jawline was sharper than ever. He was just perfect.

"Y/n dear, will you help me bring out the drinks?"

"Yes, sure auntie," she replied politely then made her way into the kitchen and she grabbed the beers and soft drinks out of the fridge. She then put them in the coolers and started making the punch and put it in jugs.

"Do you need help?" A low voice makes her jump. She quickly turned to look at the door where she saw non other than Hyunjin.

His hair was wet indicating that he had came out the shower and he was dressed in sweats and a shirt. He had a soft smile on his face.

"Um, no not really. You should go sit down. You've been traveling for hours," she smiled and continued to pour the punch into the jug.

"Yeah but I'd rather help. You all have already prepared such a nice meal. You might have been in the kitchen all day,"

"Not really no, would you like something to drink maybe?" She asked the boy who was now leaning on the counter watching her in awe.  He was admiring her. Who wouldn't? She was so beautiful.

"Hm, what about some of that punch. Did you make it yourself?"

"Yeah I did, my mum taught me how too," she grabbed a cup and poured some punch and passes it to the older man. He took a sip and quite literally moans.

"That's really good," he said while his eyes were wide in shock.

"Thank you," she giggled and walked over to the cooler to carry it.

"No let me," Hyunjin said realizing how heavy it was. He didn't mean to get close to her the way he did but in a way he did mean too. He wanted to feel her and he was slick with it.

"No it's fine-" but before she could protest his body was against her back and his hands reach over her carrying the cooler over her head and out of the kitchen.

She stood there in shock. His body was against hers and she couldn't help but turn red. If anyone had seen that it would have been a problem.

"Hey Y/n? Mums wondering if you could bring out her wine for her," Hannah's head popped around the door.

"Okay, coming," she grabbed the bottles and made her way to the living room where she finds a few boys sat on the couch watching football while Chan's dad was setting the stuff on the table.

She handed the bottle to Chan's mum and sat next to Hannah who was now sitting next to I.N.

The two were talking about something, totally in their own world while mama Chan was getting to know the boys better.

Slowly by slowly the whole living room was filled as more of the boys came out of their rooms. Chan came out last but was eager to talk to Y/n.

He wanted to know where they stood. He wanted to know how she was. He wanted to know if she was better. He most importantly wanted to apologize but he wouldn't get the chance to because his sister grabbed him once he walked downstairs.

He was confused. Why did his sister need to talk to him? Did he do something wrong?

Y/n knew what their talk was going to be about so she wasn't surprised. She was just worried about Hannah. She Was praying that she would get her closure and that she would stop being mad at him.

The two disappear out back brining Y/n’s attention back to the living room and the people around her.

"So Y/n, You and Chan..." Seungmin spoke up over the noise. "Are you guys a thing or something?"

"Uhh," she didn't know how to answer this, "we used to be? I geuss," she takes a sip of her drink.

"Uhhh, so how long have you guys been bestfriends?" Felix joined the conversation now interested as well.

"We were born two weeks apart. So ever since I was born," she let out a small laugh and smiled over at the boys who were so intrigued by her, "How's straykids?" She asked them.

"A lot of work, just really busy. But really fun. A lot of parties a lot of events-"

"A lot of girls," Han interrupted earning him a huge smack on the head.

"Ow! What?! It's true!" Y/n looked at them suspiciously but decided to shrug it off.

"Maybe one day we can take you to an event with us!" I.N smiled cheerfully.

"Uhh no! I don't do parties." She shook her head and put her drink down. Eager to know how Hannah and Chan were doing.

"Um...I'm going to check on those two, I'll be back," she informed everyone in the room and headed to the back yard. She spied on them. Trying not to be seen but when she looked at both of them, her stomach started to turn.

The both of them were in a heated argument. It was clear. It looked like Hannah was the one yelling the loudest. Y/n knew she had to step in or it could go left.

It took guts but she walked out to the garden. Their conversation becoming clear to hear.

"You weren't there Chan!"

"What do you expect from me Hannah?! I'm busy! I have a life and I can't keep coming back to Australia just to see you do little things that you're probably going to forget!"

"Oh wow! Chan, you know in my lowest times I thought you would be there. You weren't. Y/n was and she is the best older sister I have ever had and you will never ever be half the women she is, I don’t even know why your back after all these years! We were fine without you!"

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[pastelwitchling]

If you’re taking prompts; Isobel takes Alex as a plus one to some event as Kyle can’t come.

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“How do I look?” Isobel asked for the tenth time that night, fixing her already perfect hair and patting down her already perfect silver dress.

Alex smiled and brought her hand up to his lips for a delicate kiss. “Perfect,” he said. “Now would you please stop panicking?"

“Panicking?” she scoffed, looking around at the gallery filled with her wealthy guests. “Who’s panicking? I’m not panicking. Why would I be panicking? Just because Kyle’s hospital donations all rely on me and my gala?”

Alex grinned. “Is that how Kyle put it?”

She tried to glare, but the thought of her fiancé softened her usually tough edges and her expression ended up more of a pout. “No. Kyle said he didn’t need me to put on a gala at all, that the annual Roswell’s-Doctors’-Bake-Sale usually pulled in more than enough funding.”

“But . . .” Alex prompted.

Her glare actually did sharpen this time. “But I’ve seen the way those rich housewives try to bid for my man like he’s the one on sale, and if I have to hold an elegant party to save him from their poorly-manicured claws, I’ll do it.”

“Woof,” Michael smirked from where he leaned against the table nearby, a flute of champagne in hand and completely at odds with his wild curls. “The world of fancy dresses and bubbles is more brutal than we thought, babe. Aren’t you glad I’m here?”

“Remind me why again?” Isobel hissed. “I gave Alex the invite.”

“I go where he goes,” Michael said simply. “And he wouldn’t have had to be here if your future husband hadn’t faked a fever.”

“He didn’t fake anything,” she snapped. “For your information, he’s barely been able to keep anything down the last two days!”

“Even more pathetic, if you ask me,” Michael grumbled. “What kind of doctor gets sick?”

“You’re such a – couldn’t you at least have worn a suit? Alex wore a suit.”

Alex had indeed worn a suit. He’d been surprised he still had it; a black jacket and pants with a white undershirt that he’d kept from his military days for their own occasional gala. Except this time, of course, he wore a gold chain necklace from his mother with an aquamarine stone in the center, his gold wedding ring, one piercing in his ear, string bracelets with engraved silver charms that Michael had made him, and his hair was tousled because this time, Alex wasn’t forcing it down with his buddy’s hair gel and it didn’t know how to settle otherwise.

Michael shrugged. He wore his classic jeans and flannel shirt, open halfway down his chest and revealing his chest hair. “Alex likes my clothes.”

“Alex likes the half-naked body underneath,” Isobel retorted with a curled lip. “Ew, gross, now I’m imagining you naked.”

“You’re welcome,” Michael smirked, and Alex held up his hands, standing between them.

“Okay,” he said, “it’s okay, guys, we’ve got a long night with each other, so let’s just . . .” he narrowed his eyes at Isobel. “Somehow, I thought Kyle not being here meant I wouldn’t have to break up any fights.”

“He’s rubbing off on her,” Michael said grimly, and winced. “Yuck, now I’m thinking about Valenti rubbing on you." He made a gagging motion which Isobel tried to whack him for, and would’ve if Alex wasn’t there to gently catch her wrist and give her hand another kiss.

“Look over there,” he pointed. “That woman’s been eying that painting for the last two minutes, if you want to swoop in . . .”

He trailed off, but Isobel was already gasping and making a beeline straight for her. When she was gone, Alex turned to the table and picked up a quiche.

“Can’t you give her a break tonight?” he said. “She’s doing this to help Kyle.”

“No, she’s not, Alex,” Michael said, annoyed. “She’s doing this because she’s jealous over seeing him around anyone else.”

“Some of those women crowd into him,” Alex defended, “and he’s representing the hospital, he can’t exactly shove them away, can he?” Michael scoffed, and Alex turned to him, hip against the table as he crossed his arms. “You know, this reaction really is rich, coming from the guy that almost set a tour bus on fire when one guy tried to hit on me.”

“He was a singer,” Michael snarled at once, and Alex had the feeling he still remembered every face that had ever flirted with Alex in the past. Probably to take their tires out if they ever drove into Roswell again. “And he was talking about his bandmates sharing you!”

Alex shrugged a shoulder. “It would’ve been consensual.”

Michael stared. “Are you trying to make me set this place on fire?”

Alex laughed and turned back to watch the rest of the gallery. It really was such a gorgeous place; the glass dome, the birds and angels engraved in gold on the ivory walls, the pretty people in pretty clothes and smell fancy food and sounds of tinkling laughter in the air. It was no wonder Isobel seemed so much in her element in places like this; it was like living in an art piece.

“You want one of those?”

Alex blinked. “Hm? One of what?”

Michael gestured again with his glass. “Those.”

He raised a brow. “The paintings?”

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat. Was he blushing? “The drawings.”

“They’re masterpieces, Michael.”

“Sure, those.” He squinted at one plaque. The night had just started, how tipsy was he? “This guy’s famous, right?”

“You mean Van Gogh?” Alex tried not to smile. “Yeah, Michael, pretty famous dude.”

Michael heard the silent teasing anyway and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yes, these. Do you want one?”

“Why?” he tilted his head. “You going to get me one?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. He was definitely blushing. “How expensive can they be anyway?”

Alex decided to spare his wonderful husband the shock, and inched closer to Michael until their arms were brushing. “I’m okay. I already have the most gorgeous artwork coming home with me.”

Michael, in his hazy thoughts, took a second to work out what Alex had said, and his shoulders slumped. “Oh ha ha.”

Alex was already laughing under his breath, his shoulders shaking, but when he looked back at Michael, he found his gaze focused, sober and serious and something very private on Alex.

“You’re the most beautiful in any room, baby,” he said.

Warmth bloomed in Alex’s chest, and he blushed, looking down. “Thank you, hubby.”

Michael twined their pinkies together, and Alex looked up at him just as Isobel suddenly appeared and said, “Alex, quick, I think I got the lady close to writing a check, I need some eye candy to sweeten the deal.”

Alex’s brows pinched. “Is that supposed to be me?”

She rolled her eyes, looking too much like her brother. “Come on, hurry up, the hospital’s depending on you – Michael, no, just Alex!”

Michael, who had already pushed off the table, threw his head back to finish the last of his drink and set the glass down, albeit roughly.

“I already told you, sis,” he said jealously, ever the gorgeous hypocrite, “where he goes, I go.”

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I'm quite proud of this one. Happy malex Monday ❤️

[silent-raven13]

But Pookie

Gwen slams her hands on the table: You guys, can never gross us out!

Pavitr agrees: Yeah! You two are always private about your affections.

Miles and Hobie look at each, then smirks at their friends. If their friends want them to be weird, so be it. Hobie grunts: You really betting on us, eh?

Gwen: Duh!

Hobie: Oh yeah, well-

Miles cut him off with his hands holding on to his man's arm: But Pookie, you promised you wouldn't get in anymore fights.

Gwen and Pavitr had their noses scrunch by their friend's words. The punker hushes him: Not here, Kitten whiskers. Daddy will discuss it later. -He turns to give kisses to his boyfriend-

Miles giggles as he holds his boyfriend's face while giving him kisses: Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! I love you! I love you! Mwah-Mwah! -Giving kisses every word.- My pookie bear! Cutie pootie!

Hobie turning pink taking all the kisses: My darling. My lovely! My adorable Snap Pea! -He did the same thing- My darling Sunflower, little Pooh Bear!

Miles: Stud Muffin.

Hobie: Romeo.

The two were making out being over the top that it got Gwen and Pavitr going eugh! They were grossed out to the max. Gwen: Okay, we get it! You two won!

The couple in front of them pulls away with a big grin on their face. Pavitr: You two were prepare, huh?

Miles smirks: Maybe or I just love my Pookie Bear -His hand took Hobie's jaw to face him and send him air kisses- Right, bae?

Hobie chuckles as he picks up his boyfriend: Of course, lil Pooh Bear! -They began kissing again-

Gwen: Yuck! I'ma go get lunch! Pav, let's leave them alone. -The two decided to leave them to their make out session-

[snoelledarts]

I don't think anyone's asked about 'I can't believe I'm writing Percabeth' yet?

Omg I'm so happy you asked. It's really disorganized/a lot of parts from it have been recycled into things that have since been posted BUT I did write the "night before Frank catches them in the Argo II" scene (a classic) XD

Snippet below the cut! Teen and up, I suppose? For jokes the book already makes about Frank being mortified that they were alone together. And jokes about Coach Hedge threatening the Seven with Sex-Ed PowerPoint Presentations.

Percy and Annabeth have been meeting up in random spots less traveled on the Argo II. They’ve been spotted a few times. Mostly by Jason, who claims that walking aimlessly around the ship clears his mind (Percy has seen weirder habits), and once by Leo who Percy had to actually pay real mortal money to keep his mouth shut. He still can’t believe that bribery worked. 

Leo, when Gaea destroys the Earth that $5 will mean nothing. But who is Percy to judge?

Tonight, they’ve chosen the stables.

“How are you holding up?” Annabeth asks him, face mushed against his shoulder. He can’t see her mouth move, but he can feel it, warm and soft against his neck. She presses a soft kiss there, chaste and sweet, and Percy follows it up with his own kiss to her forehead.

“Nothing new here,” Percy laughs, holding her just a fraction tighter. “How about you?”

“Same.” There’s a pause, and at first Percy can’t tell if it’s an awkward one or a comfortable one, but then Annabeth laughs into the silence and every muscle in Percy’s body automatically relaxes. “I think we’ve run out of things to talk about.” 

Percy laughs back. It’s true. They don’t get much recreational time these days, so really all there is to talk about is their inevitable doom, which they have strictly banned discussing at their secret meetups. 

“May I interest you in some comfortable silence instead, m’lady?” Percy asks, tipping an invisible hat her way even though she can’t see the gesture, buried against him as she is. 

“Gross, Percy. Don’t ever say m’lady ever again,” Annabeth giggles, lifting her head to look him in the eyes. Her hair blocks his view of the outside world, closing them off from the world. It also tickles his nose, but Percy very skillfully holds back his sneeze to avoid ruining the moment. “You know we aren’t good at silence. It’ll last all of five minutes before one of us gets antsy and says something really stupid. And it’ll probably be you, but you’ve reached your limit of stupid stuff you get to say, today. So we can’t have that.” 

Percy tries to mock being serious back at her, but he can’t help the wide grin that splits his face. “What happens when I go over the limit?”

“A fate worse than death.”

“Oh, really?” 

Annabeth nods, very serious. (How does she do that? Percy would give anything to be able to school his features into something other than a goofy grin around her, but even at his most serious he locks eyes with her and his heart swells and he can’t help but smile--)

“Well, I wouldn’t want that! So I guess I’ll just have to sit here and be very, very quiet.” Percy takes a deep breath and then puffs out his cheeks, pretending to hold his breath. Like a petulant child. Because he is one. 

“Percy!” Annabeth laughs, and lifts a hand up to push at one of his cheeks to pop the seal of his mouth. Seeing the opportunity for what it is, the moment her hand makes contact with his face, he lets all the air out in one giant raspberry. 

And if he spits all over Annabeth? Well, she’s seen grosser things in battle. 

“Oh, yuck! Perseus!” 

They devolve into another fit of laughter, which turns into a light wrestling match, which turns into Annabeth giving him a brief kiss to gain the advantage. Not to be out-done, Percy kisses her back, and they both quickly give up on their one-v-one to kiss instead. It’s mostly closed mouth, the wonderful feeling of Annabeth’s soft lips on his. Their kisses are unrushed. Gentle, casual, the way that keeps Percy’s head spinning in the good way. The way that has him grinning into Annabeth’s kisses. The way that has him humming gentle and wrapping his hands around her waist and hold her close.

When they finally pull back, Percy rolls her on top of him just to feel the comforting weight of her body on his. It’s good like this, his own personal weighted blanket. They fit together like the gods made them side by side. Percy feels his eyes start to drift closed with the warmth of his girlfriend in his arms after so long without her. Even with the discomfort of the hay poking into his back, he can’t find it in himself to bring it up that they should go back to their separate rooms. 

It’s really just their luck that it would be Frank who finds them in the morning. 

--

“Dude, it could have been worse. Could’ve been Coach Hedge that caught you! Then you’d have to sit through his teen pregnancy lecture again. Or worse, his sex-ed presentation. Why does he even have that shit on hand?” Leo puts a faux-sympathetic hand on Percy’s shoulder, but he can hear how hard Leo is holding back his laughter. 

Jason is only a little bit better off, a pursed smile hidden behind his hand as he, too, is a victim of Percy’s plights. 

“We weren’t even doing anything! Her shirt moved in her sleep! It’s not like we were both shirtless or something,” Percy groans into his hands, face hidden in shame. He feels Jason shift off of the table where he was leaning against it to sit on Percy’s other side instead. Great, a captive audience. 

“Percy, my man,” Leo starts, still too close to busting into a fit of giggles for Percy’s liking. He puts out a small fire that started on the edge of his pants. “It’s just us, you can drop the act.”

What? Drop the act? What act-- oh. Sometimes Percy gets so comfortable and caught up in this monumental relationship that he’s built with Annabeth that he does, in fact, forget that he’s a teenage boy in a teenage boy world. 

Operation: Convince the Other Boys That He and Annabeth Were Not Doing Anything Because It's True is a mission Percy knows is destined to fail. But just like all the other missions he went on that were destined to fail, he embarks anyways. 

“It’s not an act, my man,” Percy rolls his eyes, finally lifting his head from the safe cocoon of his arms. His face is still red, and his hair is probably sticking up in every direction, but that’s not relevant right now. “If we were doing something I wouldn’t have bothered to lie about it.” Percy gets more defensive about it than he means to, feels his hackles rise before he realizes what’s happening. 

Leo nods sagely at Percy’s words, unbothered by his harsh tone. 

“Then there’s nothing to worry about,” Jason adds, ever wise. “If you weren’t doing anything, then why are you so upset?” He raises a stupidly perfect light eyebrow in Percy’s direction. 

Jason does, unfortunately, have a point. But that is not a Pandora’s box Percy is willing to open with these guys that he doesn’t really know. Sure, they would die for each other. And it would probably be best if they got to know one another more than further than superficially. But that’s on being a child soldier, Percy supposes. 

Leo suddenly perks up, holding a finger up in the air and Percy half expects a lightbulb to actually appear above his mop of curly hair. “You’re upset because you wanted to do something but Annabeth said no! Blue balls sucks, man.” 

It takes so much confidence to be so utterly wrong and look so pleased with oneself about it. Percy would know.

“No,” Percy snaps, pushing up out of his seat. “No, it’s not because of that. That’s awful. If that was the case, I wouldn’t ever be upset about it. Can this conversation be over now?” 

Jason seems to agree with him, looking equally uncomfortable, shoulders tensed all the way up to his ears. 

“Damn, my bad. I’m sorry.” Leo has the decency to be thoroughly embarrassed, at least. Percy forces himself to breath in once, then again, then a third time. Slow and steady, like Annabeth taught him. He counts to seven in his head before he sits back down, an olive branch to the other two. 

Percy’s usually a pretty happy-go-lucky guy. At least everyone at Camp Half-Blood thought so. And yet, at Camp Jupiter, he felt anything but. Hazel and Frank don’t see him that way. Jason and Leo and Piper have mostly seen him moody and brash and more than his fair share of stupid. 

Percy’s starting to wonder if he’s really a happy-go-lucky guy. This conversation is certainly not making him feel happy-go-lucky. 

“Apology accepted,” Percy says, because his mother raised him right and he has manners, thank you very much.

“Right… anyways,” Leo’s eyes dart every which way like he’s doing joke calculus to figure out how to lighten the mood. Percy wouldn’t be surprised if Leo did actually have a formula for that. Whatever it is, it needs tuning. He seems to make everyone groan with disappointment just as often as laugh when he employs his methods. “It’s not like I would know! You two are the ones with girlfriends. Single-Leo lives on, unburdened by the warm embrace of women.” Leo’s maniacal grin settles back on his face where it belongs. 

Percy finds it amusing how often Leo swings between making himself out to be the slickest guy on this side of the universe and demanding respect for being untainted by being in a relationship. Gotta be hard, being the perma-seventh wheel. 

“I wouldn’t know either,” Percy shrugs, saying the first thing that comes to mind so that he seems cool and casual and normal like everyone at Camp Half-Blood knows him to be. Except… Why did he say that? Why did he say that why did he say that--

Jason and Leo both give him a funny look, but thankfully the conversation moves on without a hitch, because Jason butts in and changes the topic (Percy’s hero).

[rorywritesjunk]

I'd never go, I just want to be invited, oh

Buggy isn't thrilled by his big sister having a date with a rival crewmember. He's convinced she'll fall in love and leave him behind for good.

Rating: PG. No warnings. Just young and upset Buggy who has fear of abandonment. Shanks and Buggy are 12, Sis is 17, and Marco is 18. I got inspired after watching Whitebeard's interaction with Buggy at Marineford and just, I love Buggy. Would this happen? IDK it's a fanfic.

Title comes from "Love From The Other Side" by Fall Out Boy.

~

An actual date, free of little brothers, was the plan. Buggy couldn't wrap his head around why his sister would go on a date with a pirate from a rival crew. And it was happening off the ship, on that island they all met up at. Rayleigh forbade the boys from tagging along, especially Buggy, saying Sis was allowed an evening free of the boys.

Buggy did not agree in the slightest.

What if she did fall in love with that guy and she decided to join Whitebeard's crew instead? Maybe she would think Marco was cooler to be around and that maybe Buggy didn't need her anymore? That was a lie. He did need her. He needed his sister for a lot of things even if he never openly admitted it.

"You think they're probably kissing or something?" Shanks asked as they tried to see where the two were. Rayleigh had told Sis she had to be back by a certain time and that if she wasn't then the crew would go looking for her. Buggy was counting down the time until his sister came back. She had an hour left until she was due back at the ship.

"That's gross! Why would she do that?" Buggy made a disgusted face at the question. His sister would probably punch Marco before letting him kiss her. "Yuck, Shanks."

"It's what people do when they're in love, idiot!" Shanks told him as Buggy turned to glare at him.

"She's not in love with him, she's just.. she's just having a night out." Buggy insisted as he looked back out at the land. No, no, his sister couldn't fall in love, right? She wouldn't fall in love and leave Buggy and join another crew, right? She told Buggy she would never leave him. "She's not in love with that loser."

"I dunno, she was smiling when she asked Rayleigh about it." Shanks shrugged. "I think she likes him."

"No, she doesn't!" Buggy insisted. "She doesn't like stupid boys like Marco."

"Have you asked her?" Shanks asked. Buggy frowned and shook his head. He shouldn't have to. His sister would have told him, right? Weren't they close? Would she tell him if she was falling in love with some boy? Or was she never going to come back to the ship? Maybe she'd run off with him and leave Buggy behind for good.

He hated just the thought of it.

"Oh, hey, she's coming back early!" Shanks pointed behind Buggy and he spun around. Sure enough, there was his sister making her way back to the ship with Marco beside her. Buggy's jaw dropped when he saw they were holding hands. No, no, no. That didn't mean anything, right? But they stopped, exchanged words, and Buggy watched in utter horror his sister gave Marco a kiss.

Some of the crew were watching because they started whistling and cheering; Sis ignored them and pulled back from Marco, waving at him as she headed back to the ship. Shanks went to greet her but Buggy stormed off. He didn't want to hear about all the stupid details of the date because if she kissed that guy then that meant she was in love, right, and she was probably going to go tell Captain Roger and Rayleigh that she was leaving to go be with that stupid boy and finally get away from Buggy.

Sis gave him about fifteen minutes before she went after Buggy. She found him on his cot, head under the covers as she heard him mumbling to himself in between sniffles. She said nothing at first as she sat on the bed, but he tried to wriggle away from her. Shaking her head, she reached into her pocket and pulled something out.

"He brought me a bag of this sugar candy. Not really my thing but I knew you'd like it." She said as she set it down on his pillow. His hand darted out and grabbed the treats, bringing it back under the covers. "He's nice, but I dunno about the crew. I don't know how I feel about the crew. There are more open shirts on that crew than on ours and I don't need to see that much skin on a daily basis."

Buggy pulled the covers back just enough to frown at her. "Aren't you in love with him? I saw you kiss him."

"That doesn't mean shit." She chuckled. "He's very nice and we may try seeing each other later, but I'm not looking to run after him. I like it here."

"You aren't leaving?" Buggy asked hopefully. "You'll stay?"

"Uh, yea. Someone has to keep an eye on you and Shanks." Sis grinned. "You two are too much trouble for these guys to handle. I have to be the one to do it."

Buggy sat up, looking at the bag of candy. The packaging showed little sugar clusters in different colors, looking almost like stars. He tried to open it before Sis took it from him, tearing a corner off the package before handing it back. Buggy glanced at her before looking back at the package.

"You'd leave if he asked, right?"

"Probably not." She shrugged. "I'm going to take care of of you until you don't need me anymore."

Buggy poured some of the candy onto his hand, popping it into his mouth. The sugar started to dissolve quite quickly. "What if I need you forever?"

"Then I'd take care of you forever, Buggy." Sis told him, cocking her head to the side as she frowned at her little brother. "Did you really think I was going to run off with that guy?"

"You've been on two dates with him." Buggy mumbled, mouth full of sugar. "And... and you kissed him."

She snorted at how scandalized he sounded right then. "Yea, that doesn't really mean anything. He's nice and... I like him but I'm not leaving the crew or you to be with him." She reached over and took the bag from him. "Also, I gave this to you but doesn't mean you can eat the entire bag tonight. Save some for later, Buggy."

He grumbled and let her take it for now. He'd find it later. With a sigh, he crossed his arms and looked at her. "You promise you won't leave me for him?"

"I promise." Sis assured him. "Cross my heart, Buggy."

Buggy nodded. He believed her. She wasn't going to ever leave him, she didn't like that Marco guy that much it seemed. She would stay with him on the ship forever, which he was okay with.

"Okay." Buggy said before she wrapped her arms around him for a hug. He let her, resting his head against her shoulder. Yea, she wasn't going to leave him and he appreciated that.

[xinhar]

♯Clothes Hunter.

mudano, masumi, tsukuyomi and ousuke reacting to you having their uniforms/shirts?

Requested by: @chigirihyomaa

Masterlist | •

Hi! Sorry for the long long long break lmfao. I don't have the motivation and so busy with school! But I hope this is what you're looking for!

Mudano Naito

Oh.

Mr. The night changes

He won't say anything,

But surely inside he is jumping.

LIKE

or just

Be the opposite

Way around💀🤟🏻 and

LOOK AT HIM.

"..." It's in the middle of the night and here he is standing with his usual poker face. With a face, people doesn't really know what he is thinking about or what he's planning around, nonetheless, his judging stare are just there. Looking at your form up and down with a crossed arms.

"Why is my uniform there on you?" A simple question, with a face that is as neutral as a black color and his voice that sound so unmoving, you will definitely crumble if you don't know him that much. But too bad you know who and what character he is. Thus, grinning at him worldlessly with a playful eyes.

"Does it fit me?" Asking a question that made him deadpan, he paused and hum.

"Quite well." A short reply he gave yet you know him, by just staring at his eyes─ and you know how he deliver the word, he's not good at it but you know that is big for him.

"Come on! Don't you have something to say? heh, I know that you're just basking there like─"

"Shut it."

Masumi Yodogawa

NO BITCH NO.

Don't expect-- no lmao

He'll sue you😟😔

Why tf are you wearing his shirt⁉️

It's yours now btw👍🏻.

Masumi just walked in the room you two shared when he halted on his tracks at the scene he is seeing. His round eyes just stare darkly at the form, which is your form. With a smile on his face, he opened his mouth to chuckle.

"Well well, look at this." Snatching your attention, you gave him a slight hesitant smile, unable to recognize his reaction and too shocked to say anything.

"Why are you wearing my uniform?" Masumi asked as he stare intently at the clothes you have on right now. The smile on his face, boy, no─ he is not pleased at that at all.

"Uh... Because- " You don't have to continue what you were saying because he won't take that clothes back anymore, he's too grossed out like you're the most grossest people he doesn't trust and met just now.

"You want it back?"

"? Yuck, no. It's yours"

Tsukuyomi Momoka

BRO???

Myorinpa-senpai, duh🙄

PROBABLY

✨ Expected it ✨

You expect him not to😟

Aren't you?👴😏

HE WOULD SEE THIS COMING AND PROBABLY TEASE. you. about. it.

"Hoooo, would you look at that." Tsukoyomi sat casually and comfortably at the couch as he eyed you up and down with his squinted eye, holding a book (we all know what is this already), he grinned and opened his mouth to say something.

"It looks good on you, darling. As expected." His words is filled with saccharine sweetness as you sighed at him. Head shaking as you stare at him with aura that is pastel pink.

"Just a plain reaction? Really?"

"What do you expect me to do? I saw this coming." Shrugging, he held out Myorinpa-senpai's work.

"Tsk tsk tsk, 'yomi."

Momokado Ousuke

HE WILL PROB TEASE YOU ABOUT IT (2)? (3)?.

Girlies.

This man👏

He will SMIRK ok.

He won't let it slip.

Like fr.

Tbh I could see him shouting and then getting sly the next💀💀💀💀

Twirling as if you are in that games inside the android phone that it getting customized, you grinned and then take a hop to the door, turning the doorknob as you we're greeted by none other than your lover─ who seemed to look at you up and down and try to register what is going on.

Moment of silence has passed, he finally opened his mouth.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YO─" His voice almost boomed the place but then you slapped his mouth before his voice could be heard out of the roof.

"Shh Ousuke! You're being dramatic!" You pouted and stared at him. He, of course, raised a brow with a "what are you doing?" look and then took your hands away from his mouth.

"Didn't know you're wearing someone's shirt now." He smirked and kissed your knuckles, you rolling your eyes as you loop your both arms on his neck.

"Technically, you're not 'someone', Ousuke."

"Sure sure. You should wear my shirt more often, dove." By then, he carried you to God who knows where.

[dapper-shipping-forever]

Just a drabble. Because what's love besides annoying your lover whenever given the slightest chance lol

---

The key jangled, fumbling a little in the door's lock. Gill had gone out for a little while, just now coming back to the house. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as the door clicked and swung open.

Stepping back inside, already closing the door, the first thing she sees is Vash. Vertical, only one hand on the floor holding his entire body aloft while he does a series of push-ups; his white shirt has fallen away from his stomach to reveal the muscles he's maintaining underneath it.

Immediately swept away by the sight, she simply stands where she'd stopped by the front door and stares. It only takes him a minute to notice her, locking eyes where he balances. His arm trembles somewhat as he gives her a cute, wide lopsided grin. His face is a bit red from his workout. "Welcome back." He says, his voice just edging on sounding out of breath too.

"Yeah hey." She says, distracted. She loves her boyfriend.

Vash drops, lowering himself to roll onto his knees then stand, now at his feet. He lifts his shirt to wipe at his face, looking at her. He raises a brow. "Your face is kinda red, love."

"Is it?" She pries her eyes from his stomach to look into his face. She coughs back inside her throat. "Enjoy your workout?"

He drops his shirt. "Yeah; it was just a quick one. Wanted to make sure I did a little though." He takes a deep breath. Vash has pretty much always had great stamina, it takes a while for him to get out of breath totally. Gill knows a quick workout for him is likely upwards of an hour. He gives her a wide grin, opening his arms for her. "But now I'm just glad to see you."

She smiles, walking towards him. "Me too." She gets closer, just about to hug him. But when she's close, she crinkles her nose and backs away again. "Ew, gross, Vash."

"Huh? What?" He looks genuinely confused.

"You smell, love." She pulls a face, waving her hand. His quick workout has caused the scent of sweat to cling to his body; she'd seen the gleam of sweat on him before, though was too far to catch a whiff. It definitely made him look handsome, dripping on the lines of his toned body and beautiful face, the smell wasn't as attractive however.

Vash looks at his arms, the sweat on them that he hadn't payed much attention to before she said anything. "That smelly?" He asks.

"Yeah, for real. I love you, darling, but no hugs until you get rid of that smell." She tells him.

"No hugs?" He pouts. The frown is cute, however she's not going to budge. After a few seconds, a mischievous look comes to his eyes. "Awe, it's not that smelly, see." And he quickly closes the distance in one long step and wraps her into a tight hug.

She squeals, having been unable to get away before he snatched her, already squirming. He's way stronger than her, however. Her weak struggling does nothing. He keeps her pressed tightly to his damp body, she can feel the planes of his muscles underneath his shirt, and the waves of the smell of his sweat hitting her senses. Admittedly, she always loves hugging him, however the scent is not something she enjoys. She tries to push away from it. "Vash ! That's gross ! You gotta shower !"

He laughs, shaking her in the hug. "I thought you liked hugging me?"

"I do, but c'mon." She pouts, trying to angle her face away from the sweat. "Yuck, lemme go !" She cries.

He hums, chuckling. "Alright, I can. There's just one price." He gets her to actually look at him. "You gotta give me a kiss."

She pouts, wanting to kiss him while disliking getting anymore of the smell. She relents, though. Getting onto her toes, she gives his patient lips a kiss. Immediately after leaning away from the smell. "Now please go clean yourself off."

He releases her, not hiding any of his amusement at her disgust for the smell. "Alright, alright."

Gill backs several steps away, catching a whiff of herself. "Gross, now I smell like it." She groans softly.

Vash pushes his hair back, angling his head. "Sorry, my love. You could always shower off with me though." He offers her.

She thinks, nose crinkled. "Only on the condition you get in first and get some of that scent off then I can join and shower with you."

He laughs. "It's a deal." He says, already walking towards the bathroom to shower. He's gonna have to give her plenty of non smelly hugs and kisses to make amends later.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Since it's Easter, can we have some CK! Terry celebrating with his children? Like opening their easter baskets and doing an egg hunt?

Omg of course! Thank you for the ask 😁 I hope you enjoy 💚

Normally when you wake up you can feel Terry's arms around you, sometimes he even wakes you up with little kisses along your neck. But this morning you sat up in bed by yourself. You were a little confused? This wasnt like Terry? He always loved waking up with you. However, that's when you stand up, look out of your bedroom window and see Terry in the back garden as its decorated in many bright colours. He has put up pink, blue and yellow banners in the garden with cardboard cutouts of the Easter bunny and little pictures of eggs. He was knelt down in the grass and reaching into some of the flower beds, placing little Easter eggs in and around the garden. You absolutely loved watching him do this for your children, ever since you and Terry had became parents, Terry was always a devoting and caring dad, like he was born to be one.

Any opportunity he had that he could celebrate or do something fun with the kids, he was all over it. You smile through the window before getting dressed and headed down stairs. As you walk into the kitchen, you see Terry and he is cooking the whole family breakfast. "Good morning mr bunny" "Good morning sweetheart" he says while you give him a sweet kiss. "Mr bunny? That's not a nickname I have heard you use before?" "Well you seem to be taking after the Easter bunny from what I could see out of our bedroom window" He realises what you mean and he chuckles at you. "Ah yes, well I just wanted to make Easter special for everyone. Hence the decorations and Easter egg hunt outside" You wrap your arms around his shoulders and look into his eyes, as he rests his hands on your hips. "You are the just the sweetest husband and dad aren't you?" "I definitely try to be..."

He says before closing the gap and slowly and tenderly kissing you, just enjoying every moment of your lips in his. However, its disrupted when you hear.... "Eewww! Mummy, Daddy!" "That's yucky" come the voices of your son and daughter behind you. "Good morning you two" you say as you grab some cups for their juice. "That was so gross, I'm never getting a boyfriend" your little girl says "Good, I'm glad to hear that!" Terry says before letting out a little laugh. "So you two, do you remember what day it is?" "Well duh, it's Sunday dad" your son happily says. "No no little man, its Easter! And if you both look outside then you will see what the Easter bunny has done..." The kids look out of the back door and see the garden that was all decorated. "Oh my God!" "That's so cool!" The kids both say.

Terry kneels down to their level "Breakfast isnt going to be ready for a while, so I think you guys can go and hunt for some easter eggs...... but you need to get dressed first. You cant go hunting in your pyjamas" They look disappointed "Aww dad!" "Come on dad please?" He stands back up and wraps his arm around your waist. "Well you could do as your told....or you can stay hear and I'm just going to kiss mummy again" "Yuck!" "Gross! Were going!" And with that they run upstairs to get dressed. You giggle as you hold him in your arms again. "Are we really that embarrassing to them?" "Were their parents sweetheart, it's our job to be embarrasing" You both chuckle before sharing a sweet kiss. "Oh! That reminds me, I haven't forgotten about my beautiful wife" He reaches into the kitchen cupboard and pulls out an Easter egg especially for you. "Oh Terry that's so kind of you, you didnt have to do that" "I know sweetheart, but take a good look at it, just hold it even"

When you hold it in your hand, it feels quite heavy. "Gosh Terry, why is it so heavy?" "Because I had this one specially made for you at a lindt factory. It's not hollow, it's a completely solid lindt chocolate egg!" You are shocked but so pleased at what he has done for you. "Oh babe, that's amazing, thank you so much. How can I repay you?" He chuckles at you "Well, you know that the kids are staying at their friends house tonight? Well maybe you could wear that blue and black outfit tonight? The one you have stashed away in your underwear drawer?" "I would be more than happy to do that for you Terry, my hard working husband deserves a little treat. But I still feel kind of bad that I didnt get you a chocolate egg" "Oh dont you worry about that....I may have taken a visit to an adult shop the other day....and I bought some chocolate that I can...let's just say...use tonight....I'll definitely be getting a little sweetness, in the best way I can...."

[joeyloganho]

Pointy Hair Help

Ed Grim.ley x Victor

Genre- fluff

A/N: I got this idea from talking to friends in a server and i said something about I WANNA DO ED'S HAIR. So...here's me. Doing Ed's hair. he's my lovey.

Ed stood in the bathroom, holding his new jar of hair product in his hands. He stared at the gel in the container and took a big deep breath. He went to get some of the goop on his fingers, but as soon as it touched his fingertips, he reeled back, shivering at the gross touch. 

“Yuck!” He laughed. “This stuff is just so weird, I must say. But I don’t have my hair done…and I need to look presentable for the day…” He sighed, setting the jar on the sink. Ed began to pace around the bathroom, his hair in front of his face, covering part of his eyes. It wasn’t often that Ed had a tough time doing his hair, but when he had just the wrong product to use, it proved to be difficult. He was very particular about which hair products he used. 

~

Victor noticed Ed had been taking a while in the bathroom, and so he decided to check in on him. He made his way to the bathroom, where Victor found the door wide open with Ed pacing around. 

“Hey babe.” Victor said to him, catching Ed off guard. He smiled at Vic, walking over to him and giving him a soft hug. 

“Hello my love.” Ed said to him. Victor smirked at him, noticing immediately that his hair was down. He reached out and brushed a strand from his eyes. 

“Your hair’s down. Are we trying something new?” Victor asked Ed, admiring his boyfriend’s eyes as he brushed more hair out of them. Ed shook his head, blushing a bit. 

“No. I just…got this new hair gel. It’s very gross, I must say.” He told Vic, who raised an eyebrow and went over to the jar that sat on the sink. He examined it for a second. 

“It’s different than what you usually use…” Vic said in thought. 

“Yes. I usually get the paste stuff. This is goop.” Ed twiddled his thumbs, watching Victor carefully. Victor turned to Ed, still holding the jar. 

“Want me to do it for you?” Vic asked. Ed stood there silently for a moment. 

“Do what?” He asked. 

“Your hair!” Victor said with a laugh. “I can do it for you. Come here.” 

Ed made his way over to Victor, who made him sit on the edge of the tub. “Stay still.” Victor said with a grin. 

“I don’t move that much!” Ed laughed, moving a lot even though he wasn’t meaning to. 

“You are right now.” Victor giggled, stilling Ed and grabbing a brush from the side of the sink. 

“That’s your brush.” Ed said as Vic began to run it through his hair. 

“I know. I don’t mind sharing.” He smiled. Ed nodded as he watched Victor scoop out some of the product. 

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Ed asked. 

“Nope. But I can’t be too bad at it. Your hairstyle isn't too difficult I don’t think.” He giggled, slathering the product into his boyfriend’s hair. Ed shivered again at the cold feeling. “How much of your hair do you put into the point? Just the bangs?” 

“Yes.” Ed said, watching Victor nod and slick the rest of his hair back before sticking the rest up in his signature point. 

“You’re so cute.” Victor told him, brushing through his hair a bit to get some spots smooth. Ed didn’t say anything. Instead he just sat there blushing. “There. All done.” Victor said, standing back to let Ed stand up and look in the mirror.

“Oh it’s perfect! How’d you do that! It’s better than when I do it, I must say.” He laughed. “You’ll have to be my hair stylist from now on!” 

“I’d love to, baby.” Vic said, washing gel off his hands before leaning over and kissing Ed gently.

[ladyfly]

I'll Be Seeing You pt5

You wake up the next morning alone in bed. You rub your eyes as Nebula excitedly jumps on the bed.

Nebula crawls to you "Nebi! Papa wanted me to wake you up! Pancakes are almost done."

You pull her into your lap "They are?"

She nods "I helped dada break the eggs!"

You nuzzle her hair and she giggles "Wow! I'm so proud of you for helping."

She pushes you away playfully "Nebi!"

Sun walks into the room "This doesn't look like going downstairs."

You wave Sun over "No. It's a few minutes of cuddle time."

Nebula puts her hands on her hips "It's importand."

Sun crawls onto the bed with you "Oh! Well if it"s important!"

He looks at you for a moment before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. He shyly looks away with a blush.

Nebula hops off the bed "Gross!" She runs out of the room.

You cover your face with your hands with a chuckle. Sun picks you up and carries you downstairs. Aster is at the stove holding a spatula. Moon is frying bacon.

Your lovely girl shrieks "I saw Nebi kiss papa! It was gross!"

Sun chuckles "I'd get used to it."

Aster sticks his tongue out "Yuck!"

Moon turns around "If Sun got a kiss, do I get a kiss?"

You round the island and shyly approach Moon. You blush as Moon looks down at you. He kisses the tips of his fingers and puts them to your lips with a mwah sound. You blush with a squeak.

Moon chuckles "Just like our first kiss."

Aster turns to put another pancake on the large stack "Are we still gonna decorate the tree today?"

You nod "Yeah! Just like planned. Just with your fathers here too!"

Nebula gasps "I don't have to say good morning to the pictures anymore!"

Aster frowns going misty-eyed "We didn't get you anything."

Sun grins, still in the clothes you gave him "We got to meet you!"

Moon nods plating the bacon "And we got your Nebi back."

Sun pops a piece into his mouth "That's enough for us! Although..." He states slyly "You could make us a picture."

Moon grins "Yes. A picture."

"AFTER breakfast." You shake your head as your kids return to their spots.

[missluckycharms]

These small moments.

Single Dad!Harry and his little love, Honey.

Summary: mornings with Honey are Harrys favourite, small chats with blurry eyes and lazy smiles is what makes him feel closer to his little lady.

A/N: ahhh they’re so 🥺 enjoy !!

Click *** for visuals throughout the story.

Warnings: none, just pure fluff and dad jokes.

Word Count: 2.1K

Masterlist.

It’s nearly seven in the morning.

The sunrise shining through the windows and casting a bright warm hue onto Harry’s sleeping body in his bed. The white sheets tossed about and his head buried in the pillow, his cheek smushed to up and his lips slightly parted letting out small snores.

The only sound throughout the whole house is the sound of birds chirping about outside and the engines of cars on their way down the roads, the morning rush nearly upon the streets as people make their way to their nine till five jobs. The house has a slight breeze throughout due to Harry always sleeping with his window cracked open, and his door cracked open also to allow honey to walk in when she needed her Papa.

Speaking of the little love, she’s already awake, in her own small pink coloured bed, many pillows around her and her stuffies lined up against the wall, her favourite stuffie in her hand — Pascal from Tangled is her favourite stuffie, she brings him everywhere, even sneaks him into school in her back pack when Harrys not looking. She does this every morning, she lays in bed and talks to her stuffie or just stares at the ceiling, her glow in the dark stars now white and barely noticeable in the bright room, her pink curtains casting a pink hue around the room.

She waits five minutes before she’s hopping out of her bed and padding along towards her door, she pulls it open as it’s only closed a little, allowing enough of a gap for her small body to fit through. She snuggles pascal as she walks, looking around and noticing her Papa must still be asleep, she immediately darts for his room, peeping her curly head in and looking at his sleeping body, his back facing her and his bed messy as usual, but there’s always enough space for her to snuggle up next to him.

She doesn’t wake him, she tip toes towards the side he’s not laying on, throwing pascal up first before she’s hiking herself up on the large bed, a small groan when she has to put more strength into getting up than usual due to her sleepy state. When she’s up, she brushes the curls from her face with a harsh swipe, her blue doe eyes looking at her Papa, his hair messy like hers. She lays down on the pillow, looking at her Papa as she softly taps his cheek and pushes pascal towards him.

“G’morning button” he grumbles when he hears a small giggle, pascal now on his back as her dimples pop out at how ridiculous the man looks with a small green chameleon stuffie on his bare back. He smiles when he hears her hearty laugh, instantly wrapping his tattooed arm around her and squishing her into his chest.

“Papa! Cant see!” She laughs loudly, her small body being caged by her Dad’s broad muscular one, his own laughs filling the room as she peeps her head up at him, a small pout on her lips which causes him to lean down and peck her lips lightly.

“Have a good sleep? Yeah?” He asks when she nods happily, her small hand playing with his cross necklace as he shuts his eyes for a few more minutes, face buried in her chestnut curls as she talks to him and pascal, Harry never knowing which one she’s actually talking to sometimes.

“Papa? Pancakes now?” She asks after another five minutes, her small attention span running out which causes Harry to wake up from resting his eyes, smile back on his face as he turns them over so he’s laying on his back and Honey is sat on his stomach slapping his chest looking at his tattoos — she loves his tattoos or his “paintings” as she calls them.

“Papa, your pearlies are gone” she says disappointed looking to see that her favourite necklace of his which is his Pearl one, is missing. She loves to run her small hands over it, the feeling and look of it making her eyes wide in awe at the beauty of it.

“Should I wear them today?” He asks with a smile, watching as she rubs her eyes a little, slowly waking herself up as she lets out a small yawn, her small pouty lips returning as she babbles on nonsense as Harry tries to tame her hair a little before he has to style it for her today.

“Love your pearlies Papa” she says brightly, laying down on his chest, her curls tickling his chin as he wraps and arm around her back, rubbing small circles on it as she relaxes a little, her small body still trying to wake up as Harry softly kisses her head.

It’s when his alarm rings when the two actually peel themselves from bed, Honey immediately springing up and slapping his phone to turn off the sound, it’s her favourite thing to do for some reason, she always shouts “I did it Papa!” Which makes him laugh and nod kissing her head proudly. They’re both in the kitchen now, the early start allowing them to lounge about in their comfy clothes for awhile while they make breakfast. Harry is only in a pair of grey joggers while Honey sits on the counter, helping him add in flour and sugar to the pancake batter in her baby pink bunny printed silk pyjama set *** the darker complexion of her skin standing out against the pale pink, Harry was overjoyed when he seen she had the same skin tone as her Mum, her darker skin causing her blue eyes to be brighter.

“Wanna help crack an egg button? Need t’be careful though, don’t want crunch pancakes now do we?” He asks with a grin as she pulls a disgusted face shaking her head. Her small palm helps her Papa’s hand crack the egg and she giggles watching it plop down into the dry mixture.

They scarf down their banana pancakes through small chats and giggles, Harry cracking his usual jokes that have Honey giggling loudly as she shovelled her pancakes into her mouth, their faces hurting from laughing by the time they’re up in her bedroom, Harry standing at her drawers, holding up small outfits as Honey sits like the diva she is on her bed, giving him a thumbs down when she doesn’t like an outfit he picks. She’s so stubborn, but she gets that from him.

“I do it Papa!” She says annoyed now, marching over to him as she picks her up with a laugh, her small hands rooting about until she pulls out a white cable knit jumper with a few frills on the sleeves and a baby pink velvet pinafore to go over it. She smiles up at him as he nods, happy with her choice. ***

“Did good button, need to put some tights on you though, getting a bit nippy out” he says as she nods, walking towards her sock drawer and pulling out some white knitted tights with an smile as Harry gives her a thumbs up, causing her to laugh loudly.

“Why Papa shave?” She asks sitting on the sink, her small outfit on her and her brown boots swinging on her feet as she dangles them off the counter beside the sink watching as Harry applies his shaving foam and wets his razor under the water, he’s still shirtless and only in his joggers as Honey watches on — she loves watching him, when he’s shaving his face or when he’s cooking, even when he does something a small as put her DVD in the player, she’s fascinated by him and Harry thinks it’s because he’s all she has, and he doesn’t mind being the centre of her attention as she is his.

“Papa has hair on his face, sometimes it gets itchy when it lets long. You don’t like it sure you don’t, always complaining it tickles when I kiss ya” he says with a laugh, his hand gliding the razor over his face as he inspects himself in the mirror, trying not to nick himself as Honey watches on curiously.

“Yuck! Hate Papas beard, gross!” She says as Harry looks at her, his face shaven and the foam gone, he picks up his curl cream and scrunches it through his hair a little.

“S’not nice to say gross button, remember? Cant say things are gross” he warns her, her small face falling but nodding as she takes the small scolding from her Papa, he rarely scolds her and when he does, he feels guilty but he knows it’s for her own good. Apart from a few slip ups here and there, she’s the most well mannered toddler ever, everyone that meets her complements Harry on his good parenting which means so much to him due to what he’s been through to get to where he is now.

It’s another few minutes before Harry is fully dressed, a baby blue striped grey suit *** on his body and his usual gucci heeled boots that Honey loves the sound of, she instantly perks up at the sound knowing her Papa is near. She claps when he walks out from the bathroom, it’s her new thing, she claps like he’s putting on a fashion show, causing him to strike a pose which causes her to fall back onto the bed in fits of laughter.

“Alright button, hair time!” He says as she widens her eyes, trying to wriggle off his bed and run away. She hates her hair being combed due to her curls being unruly and always tangled on her head. He grabs her and makes monster noises at her, tickling her belly as she screams out a laugh, nearly falling from his arms as he places her down on the counter by the sink, she spins around and watches herself in the mirror.

“What are we going for today Miss Styles?” He asks her like a professional hair stylist, her smile wide as she grabs a pink hair tie with small butterfly clips also, she shows them to him in the mirror as he smiles, taking her hair brush and de tangling spray. He struggles a little but he gets there in the end, her hair tied up in a pony tail and the small butterfly clips all around her head as she smiles brightly at herself.

“Did good job Papa!” She says clapping her hands, seeing how her Dad is improving, he’s been watching tutorials nightly and even trying some on himself as he gets used to braiding and all that stuff for when she starts asking for more complex styles in her curly hair.

He packs her bag and they’re both out the door quickly, he straps her into her booster seat in his black Range Rover, her legs dangling about as she rings and dances to the song on the radio, Harry keeping his eyes on the road but they flicker to hers in the rear view mirror when she speaks to him. Honey loves school, she loves her teacher and she loves making new friends due to her out going personality that she definitely got from her Mum, she could make friends with a tree if she was near one.

She’s holding his hand as he walks her in the gates, the other kids all lining up on their designated class spot on the ground, a yellow circle painted on the tarmac signalling the younger class. The Mums are all there with their kids, the odd few Dads there also but it’s always the Mums who are smiling and speaking to Harry as they watch their kids walk into their classroom, small hands waving as they excitedly march into the school. He doesn’t stay long after she’s gone in, mainly because the Mums have no filter and would publicly flirt with the single Dad even when they have wedding bands on their fingers.

He brushes off all the women, smiling at them as he runs out the gate, hearing them all whisper amongst themselves as they excitedly look on as he pulls away in his expensive car heading towards his work building. Harry feels empty when Honey is gone, he loves mornings with her, just him and her going about their mornings, making breakfast and cracking up at jokes they tell one another back and forth over banana pancakes every morning, some mornings they have cereal if they wake up late and sometimes if they wake up extra early and can’t go back asleep, they get ready and Harry brings her out for breakfast before dropping her off at school.

It’s the little moments with Honey that Harry cherishes, knowing she won’t be his little love for very long, but doesn’t think about that. He lives in the present with her and he loves how they are now, he loves his little lady with all his heart.

[sailorwritesstuff]

ANTONIO AND MIRABEL HEADCANONS (Just the two of us Au)

Antonio hates waking up to Mirabel, Agustín, and Felix cleaning because Mirabel has the Record player all the way up. Because the only time she can have it at full volume is when Dolores is out the house. "Buenos Dias, Hombrecito. Grab a broom." -Mirabel

Mirabel has so many nicknames for Antonio but sometimes whenever she calls out one of them the rest of the family doesn't know who tf she's talking to. But Antonio always knows when she's talking to him. "Come here, sweet face" "Mirabel who are you-" "coming!"

bunny

mi Mundo

button

chocolate chip

tigrecito

sweet face

hombrecito

el tigre (and many more)

Antonio is a stuffy hoarder. any stuffed animal Mirabel has ever made him he's still got it and he will bite if you touch them.

Mirabel kept the corner of Antonio's baby blanket when Pepa tried to throw it away because she read in a mommy book when Dolores was born.

Antonio doesn't like how his parents do his ponytails. Felix is way too rough and Pepa doesn't pull hair back tight enough. But Mirabel (and Dolores) always does it just right.

Mirabel gets scolded by or weird looks from the old parents of the Encanto because she carries him EVERYWHERE until he's like 5 and gets too big for her to hold with one arm. "you'll spoil him. he get lazy. he'll walk funny.

Antonio has eczema and sensitive skin, (bc i have eczema and sensitive skin) and Mirabel goes out of her way to get the good expensive soap from the market.

Mirabel lets Mariano hang around them a lot. people think it's because he's in love with Isabela but really he likes hanging around a creative mind it helps with his poetry

and he's always wanted siblings

Antonio slides his meat onto Mirabel's plate when nobody is looking. "it's gross. yuck" -Antonio

Mirabel does NOT like when Antonio accidently calls her mom. she gets why he's confused. but it weirds her out because she's also a kid. "don't call me that" or " do i look like your mama?" -Mirabel

Antonio KNOWS she's not his mom sometimes he just says it to fuck with her. sometime its a genuine slip up.

Mirabel's birthday is super close to Antonio's so the two of them celebrate each other's birthday normally but also find a day in-between the two days to have a Whole day for just them

Antonio loves music and wants to learn piano which means Mirabel has to learn piano to teach it to him because he won't sit and study for anyone but her and his academic's tutor

Mirabel gives the best eskimo kisses

Antonio scrunchies his nose up every time because it tickles

Mirabel (after Antonio's ceremony) is often seen with a small posse of animals behind her while Antonio is away doing chores. "so you don't get lonely while i'm away." - Antonio

Antonio doesn't like chores. he doesn't like being alone. it makes him anxious

Mirabel doesn't like his chores either. he comes home tired and sore and smells like a barn.

Antonio enjoys bath time when its mirabel helping him clean. she sings silly songs that don't make any real sense.

Mirabel likes sitting next to Antonio at dinner it makes it easy to talk to her favorite person without drawing attention to herself. she hates her Abuela's Attention. even after saving the miracle

Antonio makes her (and pepa) a lot of jewelry

Mirabel wears a lot of beaded braclets

Mirabel has a breakdown on her wedding day before walking down the aisle

Antonio is the only one allowed in to see her

Mirabel is scared.

Antonio walks her to her future like she walked him to his.

Mirabel has a son, his middle name in Antonio.

Antonio loves him more than any animal he could think of

They stay close for a long time

they hang out a lot

they wouldn't trade, the sleepless nights when young Antonio was sick, or the times Pepa was too busy to help, or the times Mirabel held his hand, or the time Antonio called her name first, or the excitement to show mirabel what he learned in tutoring, or every eskimo kiss and nose crinkle, for anything.

[jackrrabbit]

cooking at 3am /// Osamu x f!Reader

Request: Imagine cooking together with Osamu at 3am because neither of you could sleep (or because ‘Samu got the midnight munchies lol). You don’t have anything specific in mind; you’re just playing around and feeding each other little bits of what you make.

A/N: bruh you said munchies and my mind said [[ h i g h o s a m u ]] sorry this went in a kinda different direction? but still fun 3am cooking project vibes :P

Tag/warnings: fluff, light drug use (weed), you and Atsumu are lowkey Bros™️, Osamu's kinda baby 🤧

Osamu’s not good at smoking.

He doesn’t really know how to inhale—you know, hold it in his lungs so it can soak in or whatever—and when he does, he coughs. Except he tries to repress the coughs. Even if he wants to hide it, he’s always close enough to you that you can feel his chest moving from trying not to cough when he takes a hit.

And also, like every baby smoker, he can’t really tell when it’s kicking in until he’s off the deep end.

“Can you feel it yet?”

“No.”

You shoot Osamu a glance where he’s sitting on the ground in front of the couch, watching a nature documentary on Atsumu’s TV with a glazed-over look on his face. “You sure? Your eyes are super red.”

“I can’t feel it. Give it—“ He holds out his hand and honestly you’re pretty sure he’s had plenty, but it’s Atsumu’s vape so who cares. You hand it over and Osamu holds it up to his mouth and sucks, eyes fluttering closed as the light on the side of the Pax glows yellow.

God, he looks hot when he does that. Something about a hot guy smoking, yeah? Actually, no. Something about your hot boyfriend smoking.

Except 'Samu holds his breath a second too long and you can see the urge to cough hit him… Wait for it, you think to yourself, and a second later he hacks and wheezes the vapor out in a wispy cloud that reflects silver against the semi-dark. You coo in sympathy and pat his back. “Want some water?”

Osamu shakes his head, hand over his mouth to stop the coughing. On the tv, David Attenborough talks about penguin courtship rituals and Atsumu (who’s been draped on the couch next to you for the past few hours) gives a light little sigh in his sleep. You check the time. 3am. Bedtime. Too bad you and 'Samu are both too high to drive home…whoops. Guess you’re spending the night at Atsumu’s place.

Osamu rubs his bloodshot eyes like they’re itchy, which they probably are. “Hey, can we— uhh… Do we have pancakes.”

“Pancakes, babe? You mean the ones you made for breakfast?”

“Yeah, there’s leftovers…I made you extra and you didn’t want them.” He twists around and gives you an incredibly dirty look, like this is something you did on purpose to hurt his feelings. “If you don’t want them I’m going to eat them.”

“Wait, 'Samu—“ But Osamu's already getting up off the floor to wander over to the next room. You debate pausing the show—it’s a really good scene—but you leave it going for Atsumu's sake because you’re pretty sure the narration is the only thing keeping him asleep. He’s kinda drooling on your shoulder and you have to push him off to go follow your boyfriend to the kitchen.

“What is all this stuff? Ugh…” Osamu's pawing through the fridge. There’s a lot of crinkling, plastic sounds—you catch a glimpse inside and all of the shelves are stacked up with plastic bags and styrofoam containers.

You yawn and hop up to sit on the kitchen island. “Takeout? I don’t think he cooks.” Atsumu's going to get a lecture tomorrow for keeping 2-week-old Indian food in his fridge. God knows you heard it way too many times before you and Osamu moved in together. You don’t envy 'Tsumu.

Osamu sits down in front of the fridge, fumbles with a drawer, and pulls out a bag of moldy grapes. “Gross…who lives like this…”

You snicker into your hand.

“I can’t find the pancakes.” 'Samu's pulling the plastic drawers all the way out now, setting them down on the floor as he inspects the contents of the fridge.

“They’re not here.”

“You ate them?”

“No, I— Hey, put those back in,” you tell him helplessly as he shuts the door of the fridge, ignoring all the leftover food he took out. Yeah, half of it was probably off anyway, but Atsumu's gonna be pissed if he wakes up and there’s takeout going bad all over his kitchen floor.

“You threw away my pancakes?” Now the look on Osamu's face is utter betrayal. He stands up off the floor and glares sulkily at you. “I made those for you…”

“I didn’t throw them away, they’re—“ You hold back a laugh and wish you had your phone on you (where did it go?) so you could take a picture. He’s so cute when he smokes. “—they’re at home.”

“At home?”

“Yep, at home. The place where you and me live, remember?”

“Oh.” Osamu pauses, reaches out absently to grab the edge of your sleeve. You’re wearing one of his hoodies. “We’re not at home?”

“Nope. We’re at Atsumu's place,” you tell him through a giggle.

He plays with your sleeve, contemplating. “Why?”

“Because we’re out of weed and he said he’d smoke us out. And we like hanging out with him.”

“Oh. We do?”

“Yes.”

“…’Kay.” It takes Osamu a second to accept this, but then he nods seriously. “(Y/N), I'm hungry.”

“I know. What do you want to eat? You could probably have any of that stuff, I don’t think he’ll miss it.”

'Samu thinks about it for a moment, scanning the array of takeout containers spread out across the kitchen floor. “I want pancakes.”

“The pancakes are at home, remember?”

“Yeah…” Osamu flips over his grip on your sleeve and traces his thumb down the lines in your palm. “I could make some?”

More pancakes? “I don’t think 'Tsumu has eggs, babe. Or flour. Or…baking soda?” You’re not really sure what ingredients go into pancakes. Whatever cooking skills you possessed pre-Osamu have deteriorated significantly since you moved in together and he took over any and all food preparation for your household.

He pouts at this, and his hair is a little messed up, and he’s so pretty that you can’t stand how much you like him in that second. Mine mine mine, something in the back of your brain says. He’s mine.

You reach up and Osamu obediently ducks his head down so you can smooth his hair back into place and fix the bits that are flipping over his part. “Is there anything else you want to eat?”

“Onigiri.”

“Oh…” Well, at least Atsumu probably has rice. “Sure. Ok. That’s your specialty.”

“I want ya to make it for me.”

“What?” You frown and pull your hand out of his. “You know my cooking sucks.”

“No it doesn’t. (Y/N)’s food’s the best.”

“You own an onigiri shop, come on—“

“Please?”

One of his bangs falls back in his eyes and without thinking you reach up to put it in place. “Okay, fine. But you can’t complain about it if it’s not good.”

He smiles and you want to blush. “Yes! I promise.”

So you do it for him. Even though you’re high too. You measure some rice and water into the rice cooker (Osamu has to give you pointers on how much of each to put in) and you scrounge around Atsumu's depressingly bare kitchen for a few sheets of seaweed and some easy fillings. Osamu pulls a stool up to the island counter and rests his chin on his hands so he can watch you with a bleary look of adoration on his face.

It takes you…maybe half an hour to be done? It’s hard to gauge time when you’re high. You and 'Samu both jump when the rice cooker finishes and plays the little rice cooker song, which will remain stuck in your head for the foreseeable future. 'Samu hums it in a loop while you shape the rice into lopsided triangles and wrap the nori around it.

“Here,” you tell him when you set the plate down in front of him. He looks entirely too happy to be eating your mediocre food for someone who literally does this for a living, but who cares.

He picks one, takes a bite, swallows. And blinks.

“What do you think?” you ask in spite of yourself.

“Umm…salty,” Osamu says.

You grab one to try yourself and it’s salty. Like, ocean salty. Yuck. “I told you it would be bad,” you complain, trying to tug the plate away but Osamu grabs it and pulls it back.

“Noooo…it’s good,” he lies, although his face is giving him away. Still, he takes another bite and chews enthusiastically.

“Shut up.” You tug a little harder but Osamu doesn’t let go.

He swallows, pulls a face, and takes another one. “So good. I love it.”

“Shut up. You sound so fake. You’re going to get sick if you eat that.” You keep pulling, but he insists on pretending it’s edible so you admit defeat and help him finish the onigiri off. God, they’re awful. But he keeps eating and so you do too.

When you’re done, your mouth feels dry as fuck and you want to sleep almost as much as you want to drink about a gallon of water. “Is it bedtime yet?” 'Samu asks, wiping his mouth and then rubbing his eyes again.

The clock over the oven says it’s past 4. “Yes. It’s bedtime.”

“Wait—we’re…we’re not at home, right? We’re at 'Tsumu's?”

“Mhm.”

“I prolly drove here…I dunno if I can drive now,” Osamu tells you slowly, like he’s apologizing. “I think I'm kinda high.”

“Oh yeah?” You hold your laugh back and put your hands up on his cheeks. “How do you feel?”

“Dizzy. Blurry? Like…you’re in slow-motion.” His hands come up to layer over yours. “You’re pretty in slow-mo.”

“Prettier than usual?”

Osamu closes his eyes, scrunching them up to think and then looking over your face intently. “Same amount, just slower. So it’s easier to see.”

“That so?” You slip your hands around to drape over his shoulders and get up on your tiptoes to give him a little kiss on the cheek, because he’s earned it. “You know what, I think I'm kinda high too. I think we’re going to have to have a sleepover.”

“On the couch? S’not big enough for us both.”

“You can sleep with 'Tsumu in his bed…or I guess you could sleep on the ground?”

'Samu's mouth twists and his brows draw together. You can practically hear the gears in his mind turning while he considers alternatives. “Can we share the bed?”

“I think Atsumu's gonna want it. It’s his house.”

“But he’s already sleeping.”

True, you can hear Atsumu snoring lightly from the living room underneath David Attenborough’s description of endangered falcons in the Philippine rainforest. You should really wake him up—matter of fact, you should really clean up the kitchen because it’s a huge mess—but 'Samu's already pulling you away. And you’re so sleepy.

“He’s going to be pissed tomorrow,” you tell Osamu through a yawn, but you let him steer you in the direction of Atsumu's bedroom, holding your hand.

“Don’t care…I hate sleeping without you.”

“Yeah,” you say, and you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you like you’re the literal best thing in the entire universe—and you decide you should get him high more often. “Same.”

[beneathstarryskies]

Hi lovely! I requested the madara NSFW alphabet - that was amazing, thank you so much!

I was wondering if I could request another for Madara and or Pein? Anything you're willing to write (smut, SFW, kinks etc) 😊 thank you so much, I love your work!

Madara Uchiha SFW Alphabet

A/N: Thanks so much for the request! I really enjoy writing for Madara and writing this NSFW alphabet was so fun I decided to do the SFW one! 💖

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Madara is not openly affectionate, but in private he is very affectionate. He likes to always have his hands on you in some way. Hand holding, caressing your cheeks, randomly pulling you into a deep kiss. At night he always likes to sleep with his arm around you, holding you close to his chest.

 B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Any kind of relationship with Madara is gonna be a little difficult to maintain. He’s certainly someone who has a push-pull personality. He’ll draw you in, but then push you away if he feels like you’re getting too close. Overall, he would be fiercely loyal and would always come to your side if you need him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He does like to cuddle, but good luck getting him to admit it. Madara will pretend it’s purely coincidental that you’re pulled onto his lap with his arms around you. How did you get there? He pulled you in of course, but he’ll just shrug and say it’s because you’re needy.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Madara wants a family, lots of kids. He’s a little bit hopeless with cooking and cleaning though.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Ghosting most likely. He would simply fall off from communicating with you, and if you confront him about it he’d give some vague reasoning.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Nobody simps like an Uchiha. He would become very committed very quickly, even if he doesn’t express it out loud. He also will become a bit possessive, growling a warning to anyone who got too close to you. Marriage is something that’s a bit of a mystery to him, but if it’s something you would want he would want it as well.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Madara is about as gentle as a hammer to a nail. He’s not abusive, but he does struggle with gentleness and tenderness. Especially with emotions, he kind of tends to just say things without trying to be delicate about it.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Madara craves hugs all the time, but probably doesn’t even realize that’s what he’s craving until you wrap him up in a warm embrace. At first his hugs are somewhat stiff, almost formal. Usually ending in an awkward pat on the back. Eventually he gets the hang of it, and will become surprisingly warm often holding you so tight it almost hurts.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Madara expresses his love in a lot of ways, but rarely by actually saying the words “I love you.” He’s a very physical person. He’ll show his love by protecting you, fighting beside you, and being affectionate.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets very jealous very easily. He will usually growl a warning to whoever is the source of his jealousy, before trying to pull you away from the situation. You’ve probably had to do a lot of apologizing to people whose intentions were genuinely innocent, but Madara didn’t trust them.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are deep, passionate, and fiery. He will take your breath away every time. All the things he can’t bring about the right words to express will come out with his kisses. He loves kissing you anywhere his mouth can reach at any given moment. He loves when you kiss him on his face and neck. If you’re cuddling and you kiss his chest he’ll melt under your touch.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Children tend to be scared of Madara, but he does try to be softer around them. He really likes children a lot and would love to have a whole bunch of his own. He just has to work a little bit on not being so damn intimidating.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Madara is usually always awake before you, assuming he even slept at all. Usually he’ll already be training or working on something by the time you get up. But he will have coffee or tea made for you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

As stated before, Madara wants children really bad. So most nights he’s feeling a little bit frisky, and will want to spend as much time as possible getting down to business.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Madara would reveal a little at a time, and you would have to sort of piece together on your own what it is he’s actually trying to convey. He’s just really bad at expressing his feelings, having grown up in a time of war where having strong emotions was a weakness. It will take him a long time to feel comfortable with openly expressing himself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Madara gets angry very easily, but he’s pretty good at holding it back to wait for just the right time to express it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Madara remembers everything, thanks to his Sharingan. He wants to understand and know everything about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably your first kiss. It was the first time he’d ever let himself give into affection and it was probably very passionate. He likes to remember it in times of turmoil to remind himself that he’s capable of such softness.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective and will give everything he has to protect you if necessary. He doesn’t particularly want or need to be protected though. He would prefer to be the dominant force as far as that is concerned.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would put a lot of effort into everything, but sometimes he’s not good at it. Although he has unintentionally pulled off some very romantic moments.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Generally being hot-tempered and jealous is probably his worst habit.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is a pretty vain guy, but he’s not overly obnoxious about it. He just takes pride in himself.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Oh, most definitely. Madara can become very attached, and without you he doesn’t have anything tethering him to a sense of normalcy.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Madara likes watching you get ready for your day, but he enjoys watching you get undone at the end of a long day just as much. He will often sit on the edge of the bed and watch you change clothes. If you wear makeup he’ll lean against the counter to watch you put it on, and then at night, he likes watching you wipe it away.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Madara doesn’t get too grossed out by much of anything. Being a shinobi kind of desensitized him to most things others might find gross.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Madara has a bad habit of just not sleeping. Even if he lays down and holds you, sometimes he just can’t bring himself to actually fall asleep.