#a sleepy orange baby boy <3

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 10, day 28

Progress made on Echt and the cloak inspired by Knell (name pending) :D

[loud-sturniolos]

“Is that my new shirt?”

Chris sturniolo x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N had a habit of always stealing Chris’s shirts, so one day he tries to get her back.

Warnings: Not many, I dont think? Fluff, making out(?), possibly very cliché, pet names (baby, princess), semi-proof read

Chris: Orange

Y/N: Pink

A/N: @sturnioloshacker thank you sm for the help, I still dont think the way I write the “make out’ part is right but thank you anyways😭🫶🏻

I wrote this whilst half asleep too so thats fun :3

11:04PM

Y/N woke up from her nap, not by choice, the loud laughing from Chris, Madi, Nick and Matt had woke her up. She slowly sat up, yawning and stretching as she stands up. The girl throws on one of her boyfriends new shirts, as per usual, and some random sweatpants she wore the other day.

She made her way out of Chris’s bedroom, and as she did she heard her name being yelled.

“Y/N! ARE YOU AWAKE?! COME HERE!” Chris yelled between childish giggles, his footsteps filled the air as he started running towards his room, only to be greeted by a sleepy Y/N in the hallway.

Y/N and Chris stared at each other blankly, before saying in unison, “Is that my new shirt?”

“Chrisss,” the girl whined, pushing at Chris’s chest playfully, “You’re stretching out my brand new shirt!” She exclaimed, a slight pout on her lips.

“It’s fine, baby, I’ll buy you a new one.” Chris exclaimed, still a bit giddy from wearing his girlfriends crop top. Y/N let out a little giggle, rolling her eyes. “You look..” she starts to say, only to be cut off by Chris “Amazing? Handsome? Hot? Perfect?” “sure.. lets go with that..” Y/N replied with an amused smirk.

1:19AM

Chris and Y/N were now cuddling in Chris’s bed, their legs intertwined, her head led on his chest, and his nose buried into her hair.

After a few more minutes of comfortable silence, Y/N looked up at the shirtless boy she was led on. “Did you actually spend the whole time I was napping trying to fit into my shirt, just because I always steal yours?” Chris looked down with a lazy grin, humming in agreement at the girl who’s still in his new shirt. “Yep. I made you laugh, so it was worth it.” “You weirdo.” she mumbled playfully.

Chris smirked, suddenly grabbing Y/Ns hips and flipping them over so he was on top of her, causing a squeal to escape the girls lips in shock. “Chris, what the fuck are you doing?” She asked with a shocked laugh, lightly pushing at his chest. Chris doesn’t respond, he stares down at her, biting his bottom lip as his eyes flicker between her breasts through the shirt, her lips, and her eyes.

“You’re so pretty..” Chris finally mumbled softly, before pulling Y/N into a deep passionate kiss, which quickly turned into a messy make out session. Chris’s tongue pushes it’s way through her lips, immediately winning dominance over hers, his hands slowly trailed her body, tracing the curves from her waist until finally stopping and squeezing her ass gently.

“Chrisss” Y/N breaths into his mouth, Chris pulled away with a lazy smirk, pulling his hands away and wrapping his arms back around her waist. “Night, princess.” he murmurs into her ear, kissing the side of her head sweetly as if nothing had just happened, and then slowly falling asleep.

Y/N laid there wrapped in Chris’s arms, staring at the ceiling, until the tiredness takes over and she snuggles into the boys chest and falls asleep with him.

[solitude4chiron]

Carry me home..

Miles-42 x Black Reader

About: You and miles smoke together while braiding his hair

A/N: I think this will be a one shot tbh, I’m honestly writing anything rn so apologies if this ain’t my best 😪😪

“Im home ma” Miles yelled from inside of the living room, bringing in flowers like how he did every other day knowing there was no space for them.

You had took his hair out yesterday night and promised to braid his hair today. His coils framed his sharp face drooping over his forehead. Before you could even get up from your bed and put your joint down, he was in the smoke filled doorway.

“Damnn smoking without me? Estoy lastimado princesa” (I’m hurt princess) He laughed placing the flowers on your desk before changing his clothes.

“Didn’t think you’d be home so early sorry baby” you smiled before kissing his brown lips.

After he changed his clothes and got settled on the bed, you bounced up from your spot on his chest and ran to the bathroom. When you came back there were 2 combs and edge control in your hand. 

Your mom had taught you how to braid since you were 5. You braided your baby dolls hair while she did yours. It was a love language to gift someone beauty through their hair. So you carried it over to your boyfriend who let you play in his hair whenever.

“You ready?” 

“Always” he said scooting back into your open legs resting his head between them. “Tryna spark up? Again..” He said sarcastically trying to get a laugh out of you.

“Sure miles”

After every few minutes he would lean his head back and pass you the joint. Watching you take hits was his favorite thing ever, the way your lips opened to ghost and exhale. The way your eyes lowered and merged into your lashes. He loved it. Your window was open and orange streetlights poured through, illuminating the already candlelit room. Plus tonight your boyfriend didn’t come home at 3 am, so it was automatically a good night.

“I’m gonna try something new today ok? It’s gonna look amazing I promise”

“confío en ti” (I trust you)

After a few braids you threw yourself back onto the bed needing a quick break, miles stood from his spot and laid next to you. Kissing your forehead repeatedly to show his appreciation.

“Tired? That za got you sleepy huh” he laughed tracing your nose with his fingers.

 “I thought you said you could take it? This what you wanted right?”

“What are we talking about right now..” You responded making a dirty joke, miles rolled his eyes sarcastically knowing he didn’t mind.

“boy sit back down”

“Yes ma’am”

About half an hour your later hands started resting lighter and lighter on his head. Getting more tired with every braid you finished. Luckily you were on the last braid for the night.

“I’m done babe” you said through barely open lips 

“Well your coming with me to see them” miles said picking you up from the bottom of your thighs and draping your head over his shoulder. 

When you got to the bathroom you both looked into the mirror with red eyes. He admired the designs in the side of his head in awe.

“How did you do this y/n what the fuck?!” 

“You like it?” 

“I love it hermosa, let’s get you in bed though.”

When you and miles were in bed his favorite thing to do was press himself into you. You didn’t mind if it kept you two warm through the night. Before drifting into sleep you felt something poke your butt making you flip your body over, locking eyes with your boyfriend.

“Your nasty as hell miles” you laughed 

“My bad, you looked good tonight”

“Stay on that side of the bed please…” you said sarcastically pushing him away and rolling your eyes.

& that’s all thanks 4 reading 🫶🏾 + that vamp hobie fic is done I’m just hesitant on dropping it so gimme a minute 😭

[c0la-queen]

Hybrid Boys AU | Drabble

Warnings: No interactions in their human forms, though those forms are hinted at subtly a few times, perverted boys if you squint, I honestly had fun writing this, let me know if you want to see more of this AU

Words: 2.9k

Author's Note: Heavily inspired by the Call of Duty "Woof Woof" series by charliemwrites ! I love their writing and I highly recommend checking it out!

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Imagine being someone living a perfectly normal, content life. You have your own little house, a place just for you, that sits right on the edge of the woods. You have a comfortable job that pays well and isn't too mentally or physically demanding - hell, you could even say you even liked your job.

It was your day off, a day completely to yourself. All of your household chores were done, communication with your job was muted until tomorrow. You had the entire day to laze around. And that is exactly what you did. It was rainy and gloomy and sleepy, so there was no reason to leave your bed for a long time. Drifting in and out of sleep, watching Tik Toks, and reading on your phone. It wasn't until probably around noon that you finally dragged yourself out of bed to eat. Since you were planning on cooking something big for dinner, you had something simple and easy for lunch.

After that, you decided to treat yourself and do some self care. Everything shower, shaving your legs, skin care, and repainting your nails. You finished it all around 3 p.m. and, dressed in fresh lounge clothes, you made yourself a comfortable little spot on the couch to binge through one of your favorite shows until dinner time.

That's when Prince showed up.

Not the singer. He has nothing to do with this.

Prince was the name of the big, orange wolfdog that you found in your backyard that day. He had gotten your attention with his barking. None of your neighbors had any dogs that you knew of, so there was no reason there should have been any dogs in your yard. So, you went to investigate.

The dog looked pitiful, soaking wet and covered in mud. He had been barking at one of the puddles of mud that the rain had created in your grassy yard. It had made you laugh, because he almost seemed… offended? Like he was yelling angrily at the puddle.

He must have heard you laughing, because his focused turned to you. For a few minutes, you and the dog just stared at each other through the glass. Then, he 'boof'ed. He didn't really seem aggressive…

Naturally, you opened the door.

Maybe baby talking a random wolfdog - that likely came out of the nearby woods - wasn't the best idea. But hey, you weren't exactly known for making good ideas. Why would you need to think when there was a big, gorgeous dog just waiting to be pet?

Not that the dog seemed to mind. He accepted your pets happily, despite your caution approaching it. Your sister was a dog trainer and had taught you years ago how to properly introduce yourself to a wild dog. You went through every step, keeping your distance, angling yourself away from him, extending your hand without looking at him, staying completely still, etc. It wasn't necessary, though, because as soon as he got a sniff of your hand, he was all over you.

About 30 minutes later, you were standing in your kitchen looking at a freshly dried, freshly fed Prince laying on the cool tile. You had decided to name him that due to the majestic way he walked and because after you got the mud out of his fur, you had to practically drag him away from the mirror. You had never heard of a narcissistic dog, but boy, did this dog love looking at his reflection.

You called up your sister after that, chatting with her on speaker phone as you cooked pasta for dinner. Based on the picture you sent her and the verbal description of the way Prince was acting, she gave you tips and advice on how to properly care for your new dog. You felt yourself grimacing at the news that you would need to give him a mainly raw meat based diet. Raw meat, regular grooming, mental stimulation, plenty of exercise, and, of course, lots and lots of love. Once the phone call was over, you sighed and sat down on the couch with your bowl. Only to be met with Prince with his chin on the couch cushions, staring intently at your food.

Damn the dog distribution system.

--

It was two days later that Monster came into your life.

Prince had proved himself to be quite the cuddle-bug. Every second that you weren't at work, he was practically glued to your legs. Every night, you would step out of the shower to find him waiting outside the bathroom door. (The first night, he had tried to push his way past you to follow you into the bathroom, then whined like a baby when you closed the door in his face.) Every bedtime, he jumped up onto your mattress and made himself comfortable in the crook of your legs.

That's why you thought it was odd when you woke up without him.

It was the middle of the night, and your groggy brain struggled to catch up with the present. The bedside clock read 1:45 a.m., though the numbers were blurry. Why were you awake? Oh, yeah. There had been a dog barking. Prince? No, it sounded muffled, like it was outside.

Where was Prince?

You figured he must have gone off to investigate the barking. After a moment, you exhaled deeply, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes.

It would probably be a good idea to bring him back to bed, so he doesn't try to pick a fight with whatever stray is in the yard.

As you climbed out of bed and stumbled towards the door (you didn't bother to put on any further clothes, since your neighbors weren't close enough to see you - leaving you in a crop top and underwear) you didn't think about how quiet the house was now. In your half asleep daze, you didn't register that the barking had stopped. Nor did you pick up what sounded like hushed murmurs coming from the kitchen - which ceased altogether when you yawned loudly.

No, when you stepped into your kitchen, the cold tile raising goosebumps along your arms, all you saw was Prince standing in front of the sliding glass door and a brand new dog standing on the other side. This one was smaller than Prince, but still big enough to be recognized as a wolfdog. It had light brown fur and impossibly dark eyes. Oddly, you got the feeling that it was glaring at you.

Upon your arrival, Prince sneezed softly - his version of a snobby huff. Only acknowledging him with a hand through his fur, you passed by him and crouched in front of the glass. The dog on the other side took a wary half step back. This one wasn't going to be as trusting as Prince was. No matter. You knew how to handle this.

With a hum, you stood and walked off to the other side of the kitchen. The two dogs watched you curiously as you dug through the fridge for a moment.

Prince barked in indignation when you walked back over with a container of deli ham. You giggled as you had to keep him pushed away while opening the door. The new dog moved back onto the grass as you stepped out, though he stayed at the edge of the porch. Eyeing you.

You set the food down on the concrete, as close to him as you could get, before moving away from it. You stood flush to the glass doors, ignoring how Prince was pawing and whining for your attention.

You watched as the brown dog's eyes slid from you to the food and back again, before very slowly inching closer. You made sure to stay still.

It sniffed around for a few seconds, then dug in.

After that, you had no trouble getting him to follow you into the house.

Seemed like the way into his heart was through food.

It wasn't too long after getting him properly wiped down that you wandered back to bed and fell back to sleep with the familiar weight of Prince beside you, now joined by another.

Later, you'd blame it on sleep, but his slightly intimidating appearance prompted you to settle on the name Monster.

--

Soldier made an appearance another two days later.

You had finally found the time to go to the store, after being swamped with work and having two big dogs to take care of. On the bright side, Prince and Monster got along great. Sometimes you thought they actually knew each other, with the way they acted. Whenever Prince was swarming you and pushing against your legs, Monster would bark and nip at him. Though, that would just turn into the two of them play fighting.

It was already dark by the time you stumbled through the door with too many bags hanging off your arms. You had to buy two collars, two sets of dog bowls, plenty of non-destructible toys, treats, chews, and food that would fit their wild appetites. If your sister hadn't been on shift when you decided to come in, you would have been hopelessly lost within the aisles of the pet store. You made a mental note to get her an extra special gift this coming birthday.

You hummed softly as you set all the bags on the kitchen table, too lost in your thoughts to notice an obvious lack of dogs swarming you. You had decided to get Prince a lilac collar and Monster a deep blue one.

A particularly aggressive bark from Monster caught your attention. He never barked like that, not even at Prince. Your blood went cold. What could have gotten Monster that riled up? Why was Prince not barking? Where were the two of them?

Calling out for them resulted in a scrambling of claws against tile. Your boys came out of the hallway, tails wagging and perfectly okay. You leaned down to pet Prince when you suddenly stopped in your tracks. Standing in the hallway was… a third dog. This one was bigger than both Prince and Monster, with caramel colored fur that stuck up in some places. Its eyes were… strikingly silver, gluing your feet to the floor.

A third wolfdog? How did it get into your house? Why were Prince and Monster acting so calm now, after Monster had barked like that?

You barely registered Prince bumping against you, too busy tracking the newest dog's every move. It walked through your kitchen nonchalantly, sniffing the shopping bags as if it had lived here its entire life. It didn't seem to be acting threateningly in any way. The opposite, in fact - it was probably the most relaxed one of all of you.

Prince sniffed your cheek, the loud inhale of air next to your ear bringing you back to reality.

Hesitantly, you cooed at the new dog, holding your hand out to it. You made sure to keep your eyes on the floor, as to not provoke it. From the corner of your eye, you watched the dog stop and stare at your hand. Less warily than Monster had been, but still on guard, it walked closer and sniffed at your hand. You felt its nose move from your palm to your wrist to your forearm, before moving back down and running its tongue along your wrist. The cold sensation made you involuntarily giggle.

As unnerving as this third dog looked, it seemed perfectly calm.

After setting out food for the newest addition, you went about wrangling Prince and Monster to get their collars on. Prince was as happy-go-lucky as ever, but Monster seemed off. He seemed tense. Which, on the surface, is a weird thing to say. But these dogs had proved to be the most expressive animals you had ever met. The emotions displayed in their actions could almost be mistaken as human. Monster kept looking back at the new dog every so often, ears twitching or huffing softly before turning back to you.

After the three were settled down, you had a moment to think.

Prince was settled on top of your legs, Monster just shy of your feet. The new dog was laying on the rug, facing the front door attentively. Almost like a guard dog.

Or… a soldier.

--

Life with your three wolfdogs was turning out to be hectic.

It had really only been a week since Prince had shown up at your door, yet here you were with three of them. Prince and Monster hadn't changed, still tussling whenever they had the chance. Soldier didn't really bother to stop them, though he nipped and snapped if they got too close to him.

You noticed a couple of things about Soldier. Firstly, he was quiet. You hadn't heard him bark or growl at all. Sure, he would sneeze and huff, nip at the other two or snap playfully at your fingers for treats. But he was never vocal. The second thing you noticed is that he was always alert. If not for his lack of a collar or chip, you'd have thought he was someone's security dog.

The three of them seemed to be best friends. However, sometimes it proved to be a disadvantage to you.

Like when you were trying to shower.

Unlike when it was just Prince, you couldn't keep them out of the bathroom. Even if you tried, you could only push one of them away while the other two simply slipped past you. After a couple of times, you stopped trying.

The weirdos just sat there while you showered. All laid down on the floor, just outside of the glass shower door. You brushed it off as them simply being clingy. They probably liked the cold tile, too.

Prince had just gotten done licking the condensation off the glass, when they all suddenly sat at attention. Even Monster woke up from his nap, staring at the door alongside the other two. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked in that direction, trying to figure out what had caught their attention.

A loud bark from outside sounded. The three dogs all scrambled to their feet racing out the door - ignoring your protests. With a sigh, you shut off the water and grabbed your towel to follow.

You wanted to hit your head on the wall. Here you were, dripping water all over your kitchen floor, wrapped in only a towel after a perfectly good shower had been cut short.

Loitering outside of your kitchen was a fourth wolfdog. This one was the biggest of the four of them, bulky with chocolate brown fur and eyes to match. By the time you had actually gotten out to the kitchen, Prince, Monster, and Soldier had just been sitting in the kitchen, staring at him. You felt like you had just walked into the middle of a members-only meeting.

The final dog shifted its focus onto you when you walked in. You would almost call its gaze scrutinizing, like it was judging you. You stared back.

After a few moments, the dog chuffed. It pawed at the door, not even struggling to reach the door handle. You chewed on your bottom lip, deliberating. Was it really a smart idea to let this random, massive dog in? Nothing bad had happened the first three times that you did it. But that luck couldn't last forever, could it? Could this dog be the one to get aggressive, to attack you and possibly inflict major injury?

For some reason, your gut told you it wasn't. That it wouldn't.

You decided to trust that feeling.

You let the dog in.

--

Superhero turned out to be the leader of the four.

That's the only way you could explain it. The other three seemed to naturally listen to him. They followed him on walks, behaved when he snapped at them. That's not to say he was set apart from them. He still played with them, still joined the cuddle piles. But there was a clear sense of respect. Some innate canine instinct that recognized him as some sort of pack alpha.

Maybe that's why you butt heads with him so often.

It sounds ridiculous on paper; getting into arguments with a dog. But Superhero had some serious attitude. Your best guess was that he wasn't used to someone challenging his authority, or trying to boss him around.

But you weren't one to give in, either.

There were times where he would try to herd you in a certain way, trying to get you to go where he wanted, if he deemed your destination unsatisfactory. You would always push back, clicking your tongue and glaring at him.

You even had your sister come visit to see if she could find a way to train it out of him. She couldn't even get him to crack.

So you were stuck with a dog that would mouth off to you every time you tried to get him to do something.

Oh, well. At least you would always have something warm to cuddle. Or several somethings.

Your life was going to be so much more interesting now.

[carmendei-agere]

little gaming minific please :3 ;;; i love him smsmsm <3

ofc "anonymous" I totally know who you are... /silly

Little!Gaming request for Anonymous!

regressing while on a walk with your s/o <3 [contains gaming x chongyun]

CW:

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Liyue's scenery was always so beautiful, and Gaming had always felt incredibly guilty in the fact that he hardly ever stopped and just...observed. He'd been in Chenyu Vale recently, with a bout of homesick-ness, and he just...needed time to see his family, even if for a day or two. The day was just about fading, and the sky was turning a beautiful shade of orange in the distance.

Chongyun had been rambling on about some [failed] encounter with a spirit, and rambling on about his feelings of annoyance in holding a pure-yang spirit.

"I mean, you technically get rid of them, right?" Gaming asked.

"Not the same, my dear lion." he chuckled.

Gaming paused, feeling a sense of fuzzing spread over his brain as he continued to walk. "Babee.." he chuckled.

"Hm?" Chongyun turned around, to find the other completely distracted, looking at a small geo crystalfly. "Oh, are you distracted?" he teased.

"Crystalfly." he pointed, trying to reach it. "I wan' it."

"Not now, little one. They'll fly away, especially with you trying to reach them." Chongyun warned him, as a parent would a child. "Are you small right now?"

Gaming nods. "Been a'while. Feel safe."

Chongyun cooed, taking great pride in the fact that his boy felt safe with him. "That's good. Feeling safe is nice, hm?"

Gaming nods again, reaching out for Chongyun's hand, to which the exorcist gives them to him, letting his hands be held by the warm pyro user. "Sleepy.."

"I know, baby. It's late for you. I think that someone as small as you needs a change when we get in-"

"Then I can nap wif' papa?" he asked, practically bouncing at the thought.

He chuckled, nodding. "Yes, of course."

[yelenasdiary]

Different Kind of Love || Part III

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Working for Natasha was never easy and being a low-level assistant for the CEO wasn’t where you thought you’d be after working your hardest for 2 years. After catching you in tears on Christmas Eve, Natasha cold ways start to warm up.

Dark Themes | Language Warning | Mentions of Stalking | Mentions of Sexual Assault | Details of Torture | K | 

Notes: Dylan’s dialog is meant to sound like how a 5-year-old would talk and his nickname is Dyl and not a misspell. 

Different Kind of Love Masterlist

Dylan slept peacefully beside you, the Rugrats playing softly on your TV. He fell asleep hours ago, from snuggling with you to being spread out on your bed with this stuffed dinosaur clutched tightly to his chest. The time on your phone read 3:41 am, your thoughts keeping you from getting a wink of sleep. The photo of Dylan running through the park that was sent to you by Kane had you thinking about how long he'd been watching your son, watching you. 

You thought being in New York would've been safe, too big for Kane to come looking for you both. This wasn't the first time you had to move cities to escape Kane. At Dylan's first birthday party, Kane and a few of his friends showed up to the park and demanded that you allowed him to have a relationship with Dylan. Money was tight and you couldn't afford a lawyer, Kane started stalking you. He used his mates to keep watch over Dylan, you were always followed and felt unsafe. Since moving to New York, you didn't feel watched or followed, it was safe. 

8:17am, Dylan walked into this bedroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Mommy what are you doing?" he asked when he saw you placing some of this clothing in a suitcase. "Good morning sleepy head" you turned around to the young boy and smiled softly before walking up to him and scooping him up in your arms, "We're going to go on a little trip" you kissed his warm left cheek. "Where mommy?" his tired eyes looked at you, "it's a surprise" you smiled softly not exactly knowing where you planned on going. 

"Can Nat come with us?" 

"No, baby, it'll just be you and mommy, okay?" you gently brushed his bed hair out of his face, "How about you go pick out 5 of your favourite toys to take and I'll make you some breakfast" you added. Dylan nodded, "okay mommy" he smiled softly as you placed him back on his feet. You watched as he walked over to his toybox and started shifting through the small mountain of toys he had. "Can I take my robot dog that Santa gave me?" he asked just as you were walking out of the room, "of course darling". 

You made Dylan some toast with honey, a kid sized glass of apple juice and a small side bowl of cut up banana, apple and orange. "Mommy, can I draw Nat a picture before we go on?" Dylan asked as he squirmed into his seat, eager to fill his starving belly. "Uh, sure" you nodded, "we can drop it off at mommy's work on our way. Eat up honey, I'm just going to go finish packing your things" 

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10:39am. 

Dylan held your hand tightly as you both walked into the office. A few co-workers liked to come in on weekends to finish up on urgent tasks, so it was unusual to see a few heads in the cubicles. "Y/n, Dylan, it's a Saturday what are you guys doing here?" You heard Natasha's voice come from behind you. She stood with a worried look with a mug of coffee keeping her hands warm. 

"We're going on a trip!" Dylan boosted, "I wanted to give you a drawing before we left" he added with a smile. Natasha looked at you and squinted her eyes slightly, "A trip sounds fun, where are you going?" She asked Dylan, her eyes slowly moving to look at him. "Mommy says it's a surprise" you smiled softly at Dylan's replied hoping to keep a concerned boss from questioning the sudden plans. 

Natasha placed her coffee of the nearest desk before she kneeled to Dylan and gave him a two-dollar bill, "You'll need a snack for your trip, why don't you go get one from the venting machine" she smiled softly. "Thank you, Nat!" Dylan didn't hesitate to take the bill and skip his way to the venting machine. 

"Can I see you in my office for a moment?" Natasha looked at you, reading your entire body language. "We have to get going, it's a long drive" you watched as Dylan grabbed a chair to stand on, "Be careful Dyl!" you called. "It wasn't a question, Y/n." Natasha spoke sternly as if you were a student in trouble, her head gestured to her office. With a sigh and a last glance at your son, you walked into Natasha's office, she closed the door quietly behind the two of you. 

"What's going on?" she asked. 

"Nothing? I just want to take Dylan to see my parents, it's been a while" 

"Without taking any leave? Without letting me know?" Natasha frowned slightly, she noticed your hands shaking ever so slightly and the worried look in your eyes. "What's going on?" she asked again, this time with more worry in her tone. You sat down blinking the tears from your eyes as Natasha took the seat across from you. "If this is about my absence, I'm really sorry" 

"It's not" you looked at her, "He wants Dylan, he came to my apartment last night….he said he's getting a lawyer….Natasha, I can't afford a lawyer….I can't let him take my boy" you explained as you looked into her eyes. Natasha handed you a tissue, "What's his name?" she asked reaching for her laptop on her desk. "Kane Lowes" you mumbled as you used the tissue to wipe your tears, "he's been watching Dylan in the park, he sent me a photo text last night" 

"Don't say another word" Natasha stopped you, "I'm sorry…" you looked at her slightly confused on her change of tone, her eyes were glued to her laptop screen and a frown. "W-what is it?" you asked. 

"Dear Miss Romanova,

My name is Kane Lowes and I'm coming to you for help with my son who I haven't seen since his first birthday. 

The mother of my son has refused to allow me access to see him since he was born. She has moved from serval states to avoid letting me have any form of connection with my son, she is never home with him, and he is constantly being looked after by a sitter. I have no way of contacting his mother and I do not know if my son is being looked after properly. 

The one time I had seen my son was at his first birthday party at a local party near his mother's parents' home. There she refused to allow me to even say a simple hello to my child and had her father remove me from the surroundings. 

I understand you the one of the best lawyers in New York City which is where I believe my son is now living. 

I'm requesting full custody and I'm hoping you will be able to help. I just want to have a growing connection with my child, if I had a photo of him I would attach it to this email for you to see but unfortunately I don't even have that. 

If you can't help me, could you please refer me to a lawyer who can help. 

Kind regards, 

Kane Lowes" 

Natasha looked at you, "he's asked me to be his lawyer, I got this email last night".

"P-please tell me you haven't replied" your heart sunk. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know who he was, and it seemed like an easy case to have one those guys out there do it"

Tears filled your eyes once more, "I have to go" you stood up as Dylan opened the door. "Dylan do mind giving me and mommy a moment to chat?" Natasha looked over at the door and gave him a friendly smile, the young boy nodded and closed the door. "I have to go Natasha, we can't stay" you panicked when Natasha gently took your hands into hers. 

"He isn't going to take him; do you understand me? We have a case against him. Do you still have that text message he sent you?" she looked into your eyes as you nodded slowly, "Good. We can used that against him as well" 

"But you've already taken his case…and I can't afford to pay you" more tears filled your eyes at the thought of losing your son. Nat chuckled slightly, "Do you think I'd allow you to pay me? Y/n, he assaulted you. No judge or jury is going to allow him any form of custody, I promise. I'm going to call him and tell him that there was a mistake and Romanova Lawyers will not be taking his case" Natasha's words started to calm you down, "Promise me you and Dylan won't run. I'm not going to allow him to take Dylan, I promise you" she adds. 

Wiping your tears, you nodded. "Good, now how about you go down to your car and get your luggage, I'll have my driver drop you and Dylan off at my condo. You guys can stay there until we deal with this" Natasha insisted, she saw the worry in your eyes, "There is security and he won't be able to step foot on the property" she assures you as you give her another nod.

Natasha showed you out of her office and waited until you had gotten in the elevator with Dylan before closing her office door and walking over to her desk, unlocking her bottom drawer to pick up an old mobile. 

"Bucky, it's Nat. I need you to do something for me. Find out whatever information you can about a Kane Lowes, I'll text through an email address and phone number" she intrusted with a stern tone. "Ooo, a little cat and mouse game" Natasha could hear the smirk forming on his lips, "just information Barnes. I'll be in contact when I can" Natasha hung up the call and placed the mobile back in its drawer. 

----

Natasha's condo was bigger than anything you could picture for yourself. With 7 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, an exercise room, 2 pools, a spa, a cinema room, a small half basketball court with a single ring, a gaming room, a private Terrance and a beautiful view of Central Park, you felt like you were dreaming. Dylan's jaw dropped when he saw the indoor heated pool, "Do you want to go swimming after lunch?" Natasha asked, seeing the excitement in the boy's eyes. 

"Please mommy!" Dylan looked up at you, his hand in yours while Natasha was giving you both the grand tour. "I didn't pack your bathing suit honey, maybe another time" you hated to disappoint after seeing the pout on his tiny lips.

 "Don't sweat it, I'm sure I have an old pair of Nathaniel's old bathing suit lying around that should fit him"

"Are you sure? You've already done more than enough for us; Dylan will be happy with his toys and a movie" you look over at Natasha. "I have all this space; it'll be nice to have somebody enjoying the pool again" she replied with a soft smile. 

After lunch which was kindly prepared by Natasha's personal chef, you joined Dylan in the heated pool keeping him on the shallow end of course. "Look Mommy!" Dylan giggled proudly as he paddled over to you with floaties on his arms, "I can kick my legs!" he added before the splashing started. "You're doing so good, honey!" you held your arms out for him to swim to you. "Looks like your pro little man!" Natasha entered the room gently clapping her hands at Dylan. 

"Watch me, Nat!! Mommy showed me how to swim!" 

"I'm watching!" Nat smiled softly walking over to you by the pool. "I have to duck out for a few hours, I'll be back before dinner. You two make yourselves at home" she whispered as Dylan swam around. 

----

"Bucky, I told you I just wanted information!" Natasha mumbled to Bucky as she stormed into the hidden warehouse, "Oh come on boss, we all know what you mean by that. Eventually you'd wanna track him down. I was just saving us the extra job" a cold smirk tugged at his lips before he so kindly pulled back the heavy door. Kane sat in a wooden chair, chained by his wrists and ankles. "You really need better listening skills!" Natasha shook her head before walking up to Kane. 

"Where the fuck am I?!" he squirmed in the chair, his voice muffled by the potato bag over his head. "Remove it" Natasha instructed Bucky as he made his way to stand behind Kane. To the left was a countertop already prepared with different tools and weapons neatly set out by Bucky. The bag was removed and instantly Natasha's eyes were met with the same blue eyes Dylan had. 

"What the fuck do you want?! Unchain me you crazy fuck!" Kane spat causing Natasha to chuckle slightly, "We're going to skip the whole 'who are you?' 'What do you want?' crap" her eyes glared deeply at the young man. "Who put you up to this?! Come on, bitch tell me! Is it money that you want?!" Kane squirmed more, pulling at the chains that had left their imprint on his skin. 

"I don't need your money, besides, if I wanted it I would already have it" Nat replied as she walked over to the countertop and picked up the red nail gun. "T-then w-what do you w-want with me?!" Kane's asked in a stutter when Natasha turned around to face him with the gun in her right hand. "We're going to have a little chat" Nat walked up to Kane never letting her eyes leave his, "and if you lie to me, I'm going to nail you to this fucking chair. You can scream as much as you like, nobody will hear you. Once I've used every nail in this gun, I will move onto the next little toy I have. So what's it going to be Kane?" she added with a smirk before looking up at Bucky as he puffed on his cigarette.

"How the hell do you know my name?!"

"I ask the questions, you answer. Got it? Now let's start with the elephant in the room. What do you want with Dylan?" 

"Who the hell is Dylan!?" Kane spat in reply, "I don't know any Dylan!" he added. 

Bucky laughed loudly behind Kane as Natasha took a few steps closer to Kane, "N…n-no I swear! I don't know a D-Dylan!" He stuttered when the nail gun was pressed against the top of his hand. "Liar" Natasha pressed the trigger, forcing a rusted nail through his hand. Kane screamed out in pain and squirmed pulling more at his chains. "Do you want to try that again?" Nat gripped his jaw and forced him to look at her, "What do you want with Dylan?" 

----

You smiled softly when you noticed that Dylan had fallen asleep on the large sofa in the cinema room, worn out from all the swimming and excitement of the large condo. You placed a kiss on his soft cheek and overed him with a throw blanket leaving him to nap. Curiosity got the better of you as you walked the one of the 5 floors to Natasha's condo, photos of her with what you assumed were her friends and family hanging on the walls. She looked happy as the photos went on down the hall. 

It made you wonder how Natasha could afford such a place like this with just being a lawyer and a private detective on the side, her office was plastered with certificates from law school, university, and recognition certificates for her work. The bookcase was full of all types of books covering topics she knew all so much about. 

"Excuse me Miss" the maid kindly spoke while standing in the doorway of Natasha's home office, "The bedrooms for you and your son are now ready and the chef wanted me to let you know that dinner will be ready in 35 minutes" she added. 

"Oh, thank you so much…uhm…which floor are the rooms on?"

"The 5th floor ma'am" she smiled and walked away accidently dropping her keys. "Miss!" you picked them up as she turned around, "you dropped these" you smiled softly holding the keys with a red hourglass symbol keyring catching your attention. "I've seen this before, spray painted on parts of the city. Do you know what it means?" You asked as the maid kindly took the keys from your hand. "That is Miss Romanova's business logo, she takes great pride in it" The maid smiled, "I must continue my work, is there anything else I can get you?" she added. 

"No, thank you" 

You put Dylan to bed not long after dinner, tucking him in as he snuggled his stuffed toy. "Goodnight angel" you whispered before placing a soft kiss on his forehead and leaving the room with the door closed over. "Did he go down well?" Natasha's voice made you jump, "gosh! You scared the shit of me!" You placed a hand over your heart. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too" Nat chuckled quietly, careful not to wake Dylan. "Are you up for the glass of wine I offered?" She asked with a smile. "Sure, I have some questions" you playfully winked before following the redhead to the roof Terrence. "Questions huh? Well now I feel a little intimidated" Nat chuckled.

Taglist: @marvelogic | @randomnessbecausewhynot | @blackwidow-3 | 

[jhsgf82]

WIPs, WIPs, WIPs everywhere!

Thanks for the tag, @mega-aulover, @daydreamsandcaffeine and @katnissmellarkkk

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

I’m a bit fuzzy on the rules. Are we meaning WIPs on AO3 or unpublished in my docs? Technically both categories are in my docs! From what others are doing, I’m taking it’s both, so here we go.  

Y’all are about to see just how crazy I am... Don’t judge me.  

On AO3 

A Taste of Rebellion 

All for the Cause? 

A Mouse Tail: Warm Hearts and Nose Kisses

The Orange Drink 

Fall-ing In Love

Where’s the Fire? 

Kelp 

Dandelions and Daisies

Kissed an Elf (And Liked It) 

Hit Me 

Falling Slowly

The Principal 

On the Other Side of the Fence 

Pinnacle

You and Me and Quarantine

Shirtless Selfie Guy

Jeg Elsker Deg (I Love You) 

Sunscreen

What Is Real Remains

I Do Solemnly Swear

A Lovely Winter Wedding

G.O.A.T (Greatest of All Time) 

Mommy Used to Date Santa

A District 12 Christmas Carol 

Frigid

Today’s Forecast...Ice With a Chance of Heat

All that Glitters is Gold

Will Ski for Love

Kilty Pleasures

Sweet Tooth

Come What May (collab with @alwayseverlark, @alliswell21, and @mega-aulover) 

Bound TwoGether

Untapped

On the Edge of Beyond (collab with @always-andshewrites) 

There’s No Crying in Baseball 

Fool Me Once

Oh, How I Loathe (Love) Thee

Whew! In my defense, over half of these are within 1-3 chapters of being finished (with the majority of said chapters partially written) 

*** Now, for the boys (er, unpublished) *in Effie voice*    -Some of you might know some of these from Seasons of Everlark 

1. Geothermal 2. From Zoom to Groom 3. Love Forged in Deception 4. Burn Index 5. Wherever You Will Go (working title)  6.  Heart and Soul 7. Streaming Love  8. Secret Admirer (working title)  9. Abandoned Baby fic (no title yet)  10. Katniss and Peeta soldiers (untitled) 11. The Baker, the Merchant, and the Miner (crappy working title)  12. Scandal Fic  13. Untitled Fire Goddess Katniss fic 14. Untitled Canon-Divergent Katniss is Captured in CF   15. Untitled My Best Friend’s Wedding fic 16. Untitled Miss Congeniality fic  17. Untitled Everlark Farm AU  18. Fake Wedding Royalty Drabble  19. Olympians!Everlark drabbles (featuring divers!Peeta and Finnick)  20. Car wash jock!lark 21. Find Me in the Garden 22. Everlark Sleepy Hollow  23. Twister Everlark 24. Vamp Katniss 25. Modern dancers Everlark 26. Cupid Katniss (continuation of Shot Through the Heart) 27. Keeping the Peace 28. Zumba Peeta 29. Softball coach Peeta 30. Little Giants Everlark  CRAZY, right?! Man, that’s embarrassing! Lol. Can’t say how many of those will actually see the light of day, lol. 

I’m not tagging as many people as I have WIPS because I don’t know that many people, nor do I have that many followers. Haha, I lie. I’m just lazy. I’ll tag, mmm...   and anyone else who wants to do it, please jump in, seriously! 

@absnow, @lemonluvgirl87, @pookieh, @alwayseverlark, @always-andshewrites, @ellanainthetardis, @rosegardeninwinter, @dandelionlovesyou, @isarnicole, @mtk4fun, @everlarkism, @broken-everlark, @hutchhitched, @shesasurvivor, @the-sun-and-the-sea, @bethpeaches123, @andretries, @ombradellaluna, @little-lynx, @alliswell21, @jlalafics

[babyapocalypse]

Ohhhh can you do some baby Heather AND Courtney? I feel like they’d either agree on everything or disagree lol

YESS !! (hoping i understood this right, if not feel free to correct me!)

babysitter ; gwen

✦ little ; court + heath

Gwen was watching both little Heather and little Courtney, which was a chaotic, yet adorable, experience. Heather was regressed around 3-4, while Court was regressed around 5-6. Heather was sitting on Gwen’s lap, her paci in her mouth and stuffed cat in her hand while she was doing a 20 piece puzzle. “I gots dis! U doin’ it wrongs heath!” Courtney says, dragging out the ‘heath’ into a long whine. “Nuh uh.” Heather mumbles from behind her pacifier, going back to doing her puzzle in peace. Gwen giggles at their small bickering, she can admit, it is kind of cute and silly. Courtney frowns at Gwen for laughing, then tried to show Gwen how Heather was so called ‘messing up’.

Heather had not a single clue what she was doing wrong, although all the pieces were in random spots, not even close to making a cat. “Looooook!” Courtney says, jumping up and down at this point. “Hey, sweetie, Heather’s a lot younger than you, alright? This is a challenge for her. If you want to, I can give you your own puzzle to work on!” Gwen exclaims, hoping this could fix the issue. Courtney nods, causing Gwen to slowly get up, holding Heather in her arms now, looking around for a puzzle.

She pulls out an 100 piece puzzle, handing it to Courtney. It had a dog on it, causing her to clap. It was a golden retriever puzzle, which Heather noticed, causing her to let out a little “s a wetrieber!” Which Gwen giggled at. “You’re right baby, it is!” She cooed, sitting back down and placing Heath on her lap once again.

Thankfully, the puzzle had distracted Courtney. Heather gets bored of her cat puzzle, causing her to spit out her paci and drag out a long whine, with the exact words ‘i wann pwayyyy kittieessss..’ which was an extremely long whine. Courtney gets up, her puzzle being done now. “Let’s play kitties!” She says, clapping and going over to Heather’s stash of cat toys.

“Wow, you guys agreed on something!” Gwen says, genuine shock in her voice. She was babysitting these two since Duncan and Alejandro had plans to hang out with all of the boys of Total Drama today. Besides that, Gwen had been here for 3 hours already and this was the first time they agreed on anything.

“You has to be dis kitty.” Heather says, forcing Courtney to hold the orange tabby cat. Courtney shockingly accepts the cat, causing Gwen to verbally gasp. “Wow, im so proud of you two!” She says, relieved she can finally get a break from the bickering back and forth. They play with the cat toys, giggling together.

After a while, they get bored, running up to their sleepy babysitter who had dozed off a bit. “We wan pway pwincess.” Heather says, yanking Gwen’s hand. Gwen yawns, before getting to where they keep the princess dresses. Courtney picks out the purple dress while Heather picks out the white one. “Let me guess, im the teal princess again?” Gwen asks. They both nod, remembering how ridiculous Gwen looked in a princess dress. Gwen sighs, getting changed into the dress that was clearly too small for her. They always put her in the teal one since it was the tightest out of the three, meaning they didn’t want to wear it, plus it was funny to them how Gwen pretended to be a miserable princess in that dress.

Gwen gets them both into their Princess dresses, as they run around, crowns on and all. Gwen giggles. Although this dress was far too tight, it was so worth being in to see the two littles get along. She smiles as they both yank her by the hand, sitting her down at the tea table with all the stuffed animals. “Oh boy, who’s the chef here?” Gwen says, looking around. She notices a stuffed animal in the toy kitchen, causing her to giggle a bit. They really thought of every job possible to overwork their toys, eh?

The stuffed bear makes the tea and biscuits, causing Heather to bring her stuffed cat to come be the waiter. “Hewes da most pewfect yea we hab!” Heather says in a high pitch voice, mocking how she thinks the cat would speak. Gwen giggles, before letting out a little ‘thank you!’ looking directly at the stuffed cat. Gwen drinks the imaginary tea, before letting out a little ‘delicious!’ causing Courtney and Heath to high-five.

Later on, they get sleepy and tired. “Hey, let’s get you guys ready for nap time, okay?” Gwen says, carrying them both over to the baby bedroom. She picks out pajamas for both of them. A footsie onesie with white long haired cats and pink bows for Heather and a solid purple onesie for Court. She gets them both changed up before handing them each their favorite stuffed animal. She puts a pacifier in Heather’s mouth before kissing each of them on the forehead.

“Goodnight little ones. I had fun with you both, I hope I get to do it again!” Gwen says, waving goodnight at them and blowing kisses. They both mumble a little ‘night night’ in return, making Gwen smile.

Gwen was happy she got to do this and she really wanted to do it again extremely badly.

[hatsunerandal]

part two of playlist analysis!!

pt 1 <;-

lets get right back into it!!

moving in place - shauna dean cokeland hc that lockwood was pretty fucking reckless after jess dies-before george showed up and did. very dangerous things.

summertime sadness - lana del rey just before lucy left, at the door, lockwood trying to get her not to leave.

star shopping - lil peep (for more context, i have a slight obsession with the stars and the stars mean more than the world to me) SHES LOCKWOODS STARS SHES LOCKWOODS STARS SHES LOCKWOODS STARS WAILS SOBS SCREAMS SHOUTS ARFURFSDFJGK

scott pilgrim vs my gpa - mom jeans ...am i allowed ot say lockwoodcore again.

cherry wine - hozier GOT ANOTHER HOZIER SONG BOYS. its so soft. theyre sitting in bed at night after a particularly bad panic attack and lucy is stroking his hair as cherry wine plays. 

brian is the most beautiful - memo boy sleepy trance-ish vibe sort of thing dont ask idk it just. vibes

over population at the end of everything is less of a worry, haha ('a letter to you' from mother 3') - no love in the house of gold idk sad vibes you do with this what you want.

wasteland, baby - hozier OMOMWOMWOWOMOWOMOMWM beloved theyre so cute and in love shes brushing his hair as they get ready in the morning they are in love.

cdbaby <3 - chloe moriondo i had too. lockwood bumping ts the first night lucy is there and george is telling him to stfu bc hes to loud and its 10 pm.

el manana - gorillaz more lockwood being sad bc lucy is gone :(

november has come - gorillaz tbh this one should be in a george playlist i just feel like hed like this song

i really wanna stay at your house - rosa walton, hallie coggins locklyle reminds me so much of lucy and david (cyberpunk edgerunners) so they get the lucy/david song <3

luna moth - maya hawke lucy feels like shes ruined the group dynamic after she joined the company :(

tongues & teeth - the cranewives oh lordy lord lord i have many words to say and none of them will be coherent. EORROUFUFH this is such a lockwood song you dont understand hes so afraid of being close to people. hes horrible afraid of letting lucy in because hes afraid kipps is right and she'll leave. hes so afriad i love him dearly hes so me (im projecting) 

tv - billie eilish god lucy feels so useless and worthless. she ruined the teams dynamic as soon as she showed up. the repetition of 'maybe im the problem' at the end is her talking to herself in the shower

something in the orange - zach bryan god theyre so stupid and sad i love them i miss them dearly thats all u get thank u  genesis - grimes they are walking around at night. they should not be. genesis ensues. great - mccafferty uh oh mccafferty time be prepared (i do not support nick!!) god this song is so lockwood hes so insecure and sad. he thinks hes alone. PLOT TWIST lucy is outside his door also crying because she can hear his cries. throat - mccafferty mmm what if i just [hands lockwood (slight) substance abuse problems] kill me for this if youd like but i just. i think he. gasoline. - mccafferty song told from lucy's pov, why you ask? 'when your sister died/that changed everything' HRMST unforgiveable curse #3 - mccafferty 'im useless without her/i hope that i dissolve' LOCKWOOD YOU SILLY MOTHER FUCKER YOU ARE VALUED BY MORE PEOPLE THAN JUST LUCY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD cotton candy - mccafferty 'im so lovely/at making destructive decisions' the entirety of l&co ^ graveyard - mccafferty idk why just. lucy after the teams death vibes (the team being the team in her home town w norrie and thems. witchcraft - mccafferty ok ik the song. is not fluffy vibes but idk idk it just gives me fluffy locklyle cuddle vibes dont ask why because i am unable to answer. lights are on - tom rosenthal oh my god just imagine lucy walking past portland row after she left, staring into lockwoods window. hes there too. its to dark for her to see him but they make eyecontact before she briskly turns and walks in the other direction and lockwood just starts crying. cocaine jesus - rainbow kitten surprise same thing as lights are on maybe a slightly different font maybe its george who knows [shrug] sweet tooth - maya hawke bfs, even gfs if you will (yes im talking about a technically het couple, what about it?) mike walton - basement version - adjust the sails hrmrhrhff lockwood sitting in the basement pretending to be filing things WRONG hes crying :) romantic homicide - d4vd LITERALLY JUST THE FIRST LINE IS SO LOCKWOOD 'im scared/feels like you dont care' LOCKWOOD LOCKWOOD LOCKWOOD LOCKWOOD LOCKWOOD thats all u get ty call it fate, call it karma - the strokes 'can i waste your time here on the sidewalk?' KIPPS THAT YOU??? nah this song is lockwood watching kipps and lucy talk on the sidewalk and is just like ??????????WHAT bathtub - the front bottoms YOU WILL NOT tell me this isnt anthony lockwood. you cant. i will go more in depth of this anyone asks. i mean anyone a single person can be slightly interested and i will do it. car lights - james marriott oh how fittes at 50 ball of them. i will not elaborate jim bogart - the front bottoms 'i would sleep better on your floor than i would ever in my bed' alright lockwood PACK IT UP YOU PATHETIC SIMP stupid for you - waterparks this time its LUCY being a simp PLOT TWIST lockwood may be a pathetic man but lucy is a pathetic woman they are so cute together my little squishy scrungles dark beach - pastel ghost hes sleeping on her chest and shes calmly braiding his hair fight me theyre so cute i love them riptide - vance joy yea i added riptide what about it. theyre so in love i love them theyre so cute sobs hes so in love shes so in love theyre so <33333 kids - mgmt GUESS WHAT ITS ANOTHER SONG ABOUT THEM BEING CHILDREN IN A TERRIBLE WORKPLACE tire swing - kimya dawson cozy breakfast vibes. lucy is singing lockwood and george are whistling. george is also cooking because lockwood isnt trusted near an oven after the careless whisper incident the 30th - billie eilish yall. yall remember when lockwood got shot. yea that. no surprises - radiohead is this self explanatory. orbitron - duster guess whos having a breakdown? ITS LUCY THIS TIME MF MWAHAHHAHAH. she is breaking down in the shower. oopsie. part 3 coming shortly :)

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 150

Achilles Castle part 52

The pharmacy part 4

Castle: pov Lanie is back in Kate's room with a sleepy Kate. The nurse comes in with food saying she has to eat before she can take a nap. She is taken off the oxygen while we eat, I got me and Lanie food while Kate was getting her scans. Alexis is at school and Martha has an acting class. Her father Jim is in court today. The boys are going to stop by on their lunch break. Lanie says the egg sandwiches taste amazing and so does the orange juice. Kate is eating some oatmeal with fruit. I can tell she is very tired. The nurse tells us Kate is doing great oxygen wise and no longer needs extra oxygen. Which is amazing. Once Kate is asleep me and Lanie head to Dr Steinbeck office to go over her Scan results.

Dr Steinbeck: pov I would like to start off by saying her scans looked like what we expect them to look like. Her blood flow is okay for someone with the type of damages he has to her heart, the right side is pumping more blood to make up for the left side which could cause problems later on there is no clog or blockage which is great. Now on the other hand we have to talk about her scar tissue. I have talked to Dr Burkett about this and he agrees something has to be done about it. Obviously not now but down the line. I actually have a model and diagram I can show you. Castle as you can see on the diagrams since Lanie probably knows what I'm talking about the procedure would consist of trimming/removing some of her scar tissue and using cold or hot radio-frequency to target the area where her arrhythmia is coming from.

Castle: pov would that require opening her chest up again. Dr Steinbeck says no, a very small incision and catheter. Me and Lanie will talk to her more about this procedure because it looks like she may need this. He and Dr Burkett also talked about her needing a sleep study due to her heart condition and lung issue. At our last appointment with Dr Burkett. We schedule the sleep study for when there is an opening. But the new medicine she is on has side effects and after a while can cause problems. Me and Lanie are back from talking with her. Dr. Lanie, who is still in her scrubs, says the boys should be here soon. Lanie sneaks out while Kate is sleeping to go home to shower then get some food and make a quick stop to pick up the baby gift i ordered for seth. It is mentioned Officer Seth is also stopping by.

Kate: pov a nurse is checking my vitals we talk about what the Dr said. I will think about it. A nurse Lanie knows gave Castle some clean scrubs to wear. They are peach colored. Lanie says the boys and officer Seth should be here soon. A few minutes later all 3 of them walk in the room. Castle says Lanie got food for everyone. She got me a protein smoothie with fruit, how thoughtful of her. The guy's and Lanie are eating tacos, she mentions I'm bad for her health. I ask her how, and she says every time you're ill or in the hospital, I eat fast food which Is not very healthy but is convenient.

Officer Seth: pov I'm introduced to detective Ryan and Sergeant Esposito. It's nice to hear their stories about being on the job. Castle hands me a gift bag and says it's for the new baby on the way I thank him. I congratulate Ryan since he is also going to be a Father again. Kate is starting to get sleepy, I mention to Lanie. So it was a funeral she was shot at. Esposito says it was a police funeral, it was our Captain's, she was giving the eulogy. Ryan and him quietly explain what happened since Kate is now asleep, Lanie explains what happened after Kate was shot and how she almost didn't make it. Wow she died in the ambulance and in the operating room. I can't believe she survived that. No wonder she has PTSD that sounds horrible and traumatizing.

Ryan: pov all of us talk a little bit more. Seth mentions he has to get back to work. Me and Esposito stay a little longer, we are in no rush to head back, plus perlmutter is so weird he eats his lunch in the morgue. Jenny has a Dr's appointment today to check on the baby. It's time to get back to the station.

Lanie: pov Castle is getting some writing done while Kate sleeps. As I'm downstairs in the hospital about to leave a nurse mentions to me the staff meeting is in room 3. Why is she telling me which room the staff meeting is in? oh she thinks i work here. I tell the woman i don't work here i'm a medical examiner visiting a friend on the cardiac ward. She apologizes for mistaking me for an employee. I quickly head home to get changed and shower. Once back Kate is starting to wake she is doing so much better the cardiologist wants her up and walking a little. A nurse helps me with the monitors, the 3 of us take a short walk around the ward while Castle updates Jim, Martha and Alexis on how good Kate is doing since his leg is injured. He should be starting physical therapy soon.

Kate: pov I'm just so tired after my walk the nurse helps me back in bed so I can relax. I ask Lanie if I can visit Tina and the baby, Lanie says she will ask my Dr. I'm starting to fall asleep again.

Lanie: pov Kate's Dr says she can visit Tina and if everything looks okay she can be released tomorrow but KATE will have to take it easy for a day or 2. To be continued. …….

[grovey]

wobbleblog: still green.

Previously, we left off with the union of two very green dogs in the hope of completing Worm Quest.

I don't know what else to say, man.

These sessions were a bit more chill... Less flora experiments, mostly focused on just getting It's Green. to adult stage, along with my other one-legged pup, Columbo Season 2 (Health Inspector x Siesta Season)

Boy Sleepy (Boy Spreadsheet x Sopor Slime) is just a really cute, wonderfully made lil guy. Sometimes you just need guys who aren't tied to some bigger goal. I love his funny eyes and big glowstick ears

The rest of the gang's been chill. Inspector Wooly grew a head...

I would have tried a project of making him Less Green but him being a glutton made his flora management very hard. but it's ok. he's still perfect.

While Wooly grew a head... Statistics Major lost one...

This was kinda annoying at first but it's okay. Stats' messed up kids ended up with three heads also so I'm good... you will see more of them in our next installment...

I tried to make (the also green) Red Chalice actually red or at least orange. but the jelly genes are too powerful. But she's cute :]

Don't think heads are supposed to work that way...

Stock Market <3

He got stuck <3

Got some ghosts inspecting for OSHA Violations

Eventually, we finally got Columbo and It's Green. to age and we could continue our attempts at making leg-deficient guys

The first attempt gave us one leg still, but our first tri-tail shape.... you shall meet her and her flatness soon... But before ending the session I went ahead and ran the simulation again

and

WE'VE GOT WORM,

BABY!!!!!!

next time on wobbleblog: we raise our weird little worm girl, and also try to make everyone less green, please

[hiddendrabbles]

Hullo- idk if u saw all the endings or not but i kinda have an cute idea-

Like when Gregory get ouy with Freddy and then i wonder where he goes, so just imagine he have a Big sister who worries a lot and tired for working late shifts and can barely look after Gregory and now he brought home a rly expensive Animatronic-

Just wonderin if you can make a small fic about how Gregory's sister try to come with a huge animatronic is in their home and slowly realize she might like him?

After all he's been protecting Gregory, look after him when she goes to work, and come back home where Freddy waits for her to come home, even tho she's really tired she thanks Freddy for lookin after him and put him to bed. 🙂🐻

Just an idea :)

big sister w/ glamrock freddy

(possible spoilers for security breach??)

wow wow wow! this was so fun to write! i definitely want to write more of this big sister reader!!! hope u enjoy <3

It was 7am when you were finally stumbling towards your little rundown home. From the outside, it looked almost abandoned. Boarded up windows, dead grass, and trash bags piled up in front of a door that seemed it would fall off with a strong gust of wind. But for you and your little brother it was home.

You were working three jobs at the moment to make sure you could scrape up enough to keep Gregory clothed and fed. It was draining and most of the time you were much too tired or busy to spend any time with him. He was lonely, you knew that. It was hard for him to make friends and you felt fully responsible for that. There simply wasn’t enough money to gift your brother things that were popular for kids his age to have, so he was made fun of.

With that train of thought combined with being bone tired, you felt tears pool at the corner of your eyes as you opened your front door. You barely registered the movement at the corner of your eye as you stepped inside. Ducking your face to hide your tears from Gregory, you stumbled to the kitchen.

“H-Hey buddy. You’re up early. What do you want for breakfast?”

Opening your fridge, you crouched to pick out some eggs, bacon, and green peppers. Hmm, you could fry up some potatoes really quick for him too. Ah! A glass of orange juice would be good for him. Maybe some-

“I…do not require food, but thank you.”

Instantly you froze, sleepy haze gone from your mind. That voice, who definitely did not belong to Gregory, was coming from the living room. The flash of movement you’d assumed was your little brother was this unknown person. Once again, tears filled your eyes as you fought to keep your voice steady as you spoke without turning around.

“Where’s Gregory? What did you do to my baby? What the hell did you do to my-”

You spun to face the intruder, your voice raising angrily and you almost dropped everything you were holding. Many things happened at once. First, you noticed that the mystery person was not a person at all but a…robot bear? He looked vaguely familiar, you recalled as you watched him cower as he sat on your couch. He was filthy. Absolutely covered in what seemed like soot. Second, Gregory had run in hearing your panicked voice. He looked freshly showered and there was a band-aid on one of his cheeks.

Dumping whatever you had in your arms on the nearest counter, you sprinted towards him and scooped him up. You cradled him close to your chest and leaned against a wall to support your weight as you felt your knees start to give out. Gregory held you just as tight, and you finally registered you were sobbing against your little brother.

“Oh honey, honey. You’re ok? I thought- I thought-”

He was crying. The little boy in your arms rarely cried. You turned a murderous glare to the…robot…in your living room, clutching the crying boy closer.

“You. What did you do to him? I’m gonna strip you for parts then melt you down and-”

Gregory shouting your name cut you off of your threats to the bot who looked like he was shaking.

“Leave Freddy alone. He helped me get back home. I wouldn’t have made it…without him.”

After you both calmed down some it hit you. Freddy, as in Freddy Fazbear as in animatronic bear from the fancy Pizzaplex thing. Oh. Oh. You vaguely recalled hearing on the radio on your way home how it was in the middle of burning down. Your eyes darted back to the animatronic sitting on your couch and you saw him flinch when he noticed your gaze. That explained the soot. But if he had helped your brother get back home then…

You grasped your brother’s shoulders and pushed him back so you could look at his face. Lips set into a frown, you watched him lower his gaze shamefully.

“What do you mean he helped you get back home? Explain yourself. Now.”

Standing up, you picked Gregory up and sat him on a counter furthest from the stove as you started making both of you breakfast. Quietly, you listened to his tale of sneaking in, getting trapped, and dodging killer animatronics. As the smell of food filled your little home, you heard Gregory’s stomach growl as he talked about running for his life and narrowly escaping a fire. Plating the food, you slowly walked towards the living room and eyed your guest. According to Gregory he was the good guy. Huh. With a sigh, you set both of the plates on the coffee table as Gregory hopped off the counter. There wasn’t room for a dining area so both of you usually ate on the couch.

“Alright big guy, scoot. It’s gonna be a tight fit.”

Waiting for him to move, you mumbled a distracted ‘that’s what she said’ under your breath. Freddy moved over and you slowly lowered yourself down, eyeing him warily the whole time. Your little brother flopped down on your other side before picking up his plate eagerly and tucking into his food. Picking up your own plate, you turned a critical eye on the animatronic. Scrapes, dents, and scuffs covered his form. Tapping his arm with the back of your fork you hummed thoughtfully.

“How waterproof are you?”

Now, many months later, the three of you were once again crowded on the couch. There was a noticiable lack of tension between you and Freddy now. Speaking of the animatronic, you had cleaned him, buffed out any scrapes, and managed to charge him using a few car batteries and fancy wiring. That part time job as a car mechanic was really coming in handy. One of your jobs had given you a raise, another a promotion along with a raise. With that you were able to quit your third job and still have some extra petty cash.

So now the three of you were watching some superhero movie on your small TV. Gregory was curled up against you while you were comfortably tucked against Freddy. The animatronic had his arm wrapped around both of you. Fighting back your third yawn in less than two minutes, you leaned your head against a surprisingly comfortable chest. While you were working less, you were still pretty tired. Thankfully Freddy, to your surprise, had been a huge help around the house.

He’d learned to wash clothes, fold laundry, and clean a few basic things. That left you to mostly focus on cooking and your little brother. You let your eyes slip closed with a large smile on your face. Gregory. He had changed so much since bringing the large bear into your home. Laughter came easier to him and he was much more outgoing now. School grades had improved and he’d even made a few friends. You remember him begging you not to actually sell Freddy or scrap him after a couple more halfhearted threats. After that conversation you quickly stopped saying things like that. You’d never actually considered getting rid of him for various reasons, first and foremost because of how much your little brother seemed to care for the animatronic. There was also the matter of you possibly getting charged for stealing or looting from the Pizzaplex, and you didn’t need any sort of charges like that coming your way.

Freddy was undoubtedly part of your family now. Whenever you’d open the front door, he’d be there to greet you eagerly and tell you how Gregory’s day had been. He was also a surprisingly good listener and gave great advice along with reassuring hugs. If you were being honest, without Freddy here you would have snapped.

“Hey, you’re not even watching! You’re going to miss the part where-”

“Shhh…let your sister sleep.”

The chest you were lying on rumbled under your cheek as he hushed your brother. His free hand came to rest on top of your head as he urged your undoubtedly pouting brother to let you rest. Snuggling closer to Freddy while simultaneously pulling Gregory closer to your chest, you sighed happily. You’d just rest your eyes for a few minutes.

With a gasp you sat up, disoriented. You were…in bed? Glancing at the time you scrambled to get up. It was one in the morning. You had to make sure the little man was in bed, pack his lunch, pack your lunch-

“Is everything alright?”

Freddy’s voice caused you to look up and freeze in place. He was peeking in from the door with eyes glowing brightly in the dark. The concern in his voice pulled at your heart as you offered him a soft smile.

“Hey big guy. Yeah, just realized I forgot to pack a few things. I’ll do that and get back to bed.”

“Lunch? I have already made your salad for tomorrow as well as Gregory’s own food. It is in the fridge.”

Slowly, you sat on the bed and laughed quietly trying to wipe a few stray tears away. From the doorway Freddy made a concerned noise.

“Oh I am so, so sorry. Have I picked the wrong foods? I apologize. Perhaps you will let me try again? I truly did not mean to upset you.”

“No! Freddy, sweetheart, you did great. You’re- here come in.”

Tentatively he stepped in and walked towards you. When he stood in front of you, you grabbed his hands and smiled up at him from your place on the bed, eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I’m crying because i’m happy. I’m so unbelievably happy you’re here. You’ve done so much for me and Gregory. Thank you.”

Tugging on his hands until he bent forward, you leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek before resting your forehead on his. One of Freddy’s hands slipped from your grasp and you felt him cup your cheek, thumb brushing away the tears.

“I will always be here for you.”

[3rensgf]

stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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[134340am]

Hey Yuna hope you're having a wonderful day <3

May i request 4 with Jean boy ?? Thanks :) ✨

jean kirschtein x gn!reader, 0.5k, sfw part of my 200 frens celebration!

4. “wake up, love. why are you sleeping here?”

“wake up, love. why are you sleeping here?”

jean blinks once, twice, struggling to open his eyes. he could faintly make out your silhouette, draped in saturated hues of orange and pink as the sunset streams in from a nearby window. 

“s’ comfy,” he mumbles back, shifting in his armchair and grimacing at the loud pop in his joints. how long has he been asleep?

“sleepy old man,” you chided affectionately. “i hope your back doesn’t hurt.”

jean attempts to blink away his sleepiness while your blurry figure moves closer to him. he leans into your hand that cups the side of his face gently, melting into your touch like butter on a warm pan. a gentle nudge to his knee has him spreading his legs, welcoming your warmth as you sit curled up in your lover’s lap.

“wha’ time is it?” jean asks, lips moving against the crown of your head.

“almost dinner time.” you murmur back, tracing arbitrary shapes over his chest. jean shivers slightly when your finger catches on a nipple, then clears his throat quickly to shrug it off.

“we should start cooking soon then,” your boyfriend declares. 

you smile into his white cotton tee. “m’kay.”

the pair of you sit in comfortable silence.

jean’s hand travels up and down your back in comforting strokes. you tuck your face into his neck, inhaling lungfuls of his clean, homely scent. he could feel you press soft kisses to his neck, ticklish little pecks and bites starting from the base of it curving up to his adam’s apple, before trailing down again to give his collarbones some love. 

“what d’ya want for dinner?” you murmur between kisses. 

jean lets his hand fall to your thigh. “want you.”

you giggle at that, a soft tinkling sound that jean already has memorised, and push his hand off your thigh to intertwine your fingers together instead. “be serious, baby. we gotta decide soon.”

“hmmm. i want whatever you want.” 

you sit up with an offended gasp. “i was about to say that! you thief.”

“fine, fine. how about we go out for dinner?”

“really?”

“yeah, let’s go somewhere nice.” your lover pulls you back to him and you settle comfortably against his firm chest. “it’s not too late. we can leave in twenty minutes if you want.”

“sounds lovely.”

.

.

.

“aren’t you getting up?”

“in a minute,” you yawn. “i can see why you fell asleep here. it’s so cosy.” 

“mm-hmm.”

he lets you rest, silently savouring the warm weight on top of him akin to that of a comfy heated blanket. past your shoulder, jean watches as the gleam of vermillion orange light beaming in from the living room window fades into nothing. shadows slide across the floor, the sun saying its goodbyes, and it didn’t take long until the two of you are in almost complete darkness save for the pearlescent light of the rising moon. 

“ready to go, love? are you hungry?” jean asks, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

the soft sound of your breathing meets his ears. 

maybe dinner can wait.

a/n: writing jean gets me soft every time. he's been through a lot, so i just want him to be cuddled n loved ;( thank you for requesting! <3

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[linguisticloud]

where are my morning cuddles? | tsukishima x fem! reader

summary: a small (and self-indulgent hehe) au of tsuki as a husband and soon-to-be father for the first time

genre: fluff, domestic

warnings: idk if this is a warning but: pregnant reader

notes: it is my first time writing this kind of fluff so hopefully this isn't too cheesy or lacking, also i was so soft imagining this side of tsuki, he would spoil you and treat you so well with just a sprinkle of sarcasm and teasing, the perfect mix <3 <3 <3

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You woke up feeling a little dizzy, eyes still pretty much sensitive to the sunlight that lit up the shared bedroom and the birds outside the window helping you regain consciousness after a night of much needed, heavy sleep.

It was a very nice Saturday morning, the weather was just the right temperature and the sky was clear and blue. Trees were starting to blossom and nature was waking up as well, it had been a rough winter but now spring was here and you were living for it.

After stretching as softly as you could, you realised the empty spot on the king-sized bed. An instant pout filled your features, these were minutes that were usually spent with your husband, Tsukishima.

Anyone would think he wasn't a fan of morning cuddles but oh boy, they couldn't be more wrong. Yes, Tsukishima was not very good at expressing emotions and sometimes he could be uncomfortable with physical touch, but that was on public settings, where curious eyes and chatty mouths could be witnesses and he didn't want that. You didn't want that.

The private intimacy you both shared was so precious and calm, a safe place where only you two could see each other's vulnerability. And now, in the comfort of your home you wanted all the cuddles and affection in the world, something that Tsukishima didn't mind giving to you, especially now that you were expecting your first child and you were filled with hormones that made you very clingy.

At first you were scared to become a bother to him, but in fact, he enjoyed it. Tsukishima had always been very attentive and now with his little one on the way, he became even more caring.

He took the day off whenever you had a doctor appointment so he wouldn't miss any of the process, he would include all your favourite snacks when grocery shopping and he even took the time to learn how to properly change a diaper and assembly the little wooden cradle he bought for the baby.

Anything you needed, he got you covered. Back pain? He was on it with a massage. Cravings? He already had the keys at hand. Emotional days? He came home early with some take out and wrapped both of you in a blanket.

Everyday you got to see how much he loved you and his baby; you wish you could help him and show your gratitude more but now in your eight month it was very hard to move around. The doctor said it was going to be a big baby boy, just like his father.

"Oh, hi there, love."

The blonde stood at the kitchen counter, finishing serving two plates that looked heavenly. Omelettes, a lot of veggies and even orange juice, your favourite. His lean and tall figure towered the kitchen and his messy hair fell perfectly on his handsome face. His glasses barely hiding his still sleepy gaze.

"Babe, you shouldn't have..." you said as you made your way to him, side-hugging him as he placed a delicate kiss on your head and then on your forehead. "You look so tired, why don't we go upstairs and sleep for a little more?"

"I see someone is missing her morning cuddles, huh?" he laughed while moving the plates to the table, smirking at me.

"Shut up, you wish" you said crossing your arms and he let out a hearty laugh as the both of you sat down and started to eat.

"Don't you dare leave the vegetables aside, there's a reason I included so many of them." Tsukishima said as he noticed you picking the green leaves and beetroots with the fork.

"And that reason would be?" you questioned with a funny look.

"I want my son to be as healthy as possible, he can't get all the nutrients if all his mother eats are chips and ice cream." he scoffed as he gently patted your belly. "Right, little one? You need all of them if you want to grow as tall and handsome as daddy."

You were about to complain about his (accurate) mocking of your eating habits but watching him be so caring and completely involved with your child had you in awe. Your eyes were fixed in his own, so lovingly admiring your still growing bump. Tears started to dwell up on your eyes and when you thought this couldn't get any more wholesome, you felt a sudden kick on your belly.

Tsukishima widened his eyes, this wasn't the first kick but he seemed so awestruck as the first time. Your son kept kicking, almost as if he was agreeing with his father words.

"See, love? He thinks I'm right." Tsukki said as he turned his gaze to you, who was already sobbing. "Hey, hey, what's wrong, babe?" his pair of hands starting to softly caress your face.

"Thank you." you said as you put your hands on his. "For everything."

He smiled.

"It's the least I can do, love" your husband said as he hugged you for a while, massaging the sides of your arms and leaning his head on top of yours. "Gosh, who would think you'd be such a crybaby..." he laughed, kissing your nose.

"Shut up" you laughed, jokingly punching his side.

"Still, you have to eat those veggies or else I won't be giving you your morning cuddles today." Tsukishima said while getting up to wash the dishes.

"Mean...so mean" you laughed and shook your head.

Even if he wouldn't admit it, you could see the small tears on the corner of his eyes and the little smile on his face from the moment you shared before, remembering you once more how lucky you were to have Tsukishima Kei as your husband and soon-to-be father of your child.

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Dedicated to @ghastlyrider Happy Holidays Doll!

“Babydoll I can’t get Mordred to stop crying!”

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I saw my husband Erron’s shadow come into our room.

I rolled over to see Erron patting our newborn son to calm down. I open my arms to embrace our baby.

“Shhh what’s the matter baby?” I asked. Mordred’s cries quieted when his cute little brown eyes met mine.

Erron sat down next to me on the bed with a surprised look on his face.

“He wanted his mama huh?”

“Seems so, Erron. Is he hungry?”

“I dunno, he won’t take his bottle and his diaper’s clean”

Erron was gonna take Mordred back to the nursery when our child started crying again.

Taking back Mordred, he quieted down again.

“What the hell is going on with you Mordred Damien Black?”

Erron sounded worried.

Stroking his hair, my hubby sighed.

“Mordred is everything all right?”

Our baby’s gaze never left mine as Erron looked more worried than ever.

“Erron?” I prodded.

“I can’t take it when he’s crying. It…bothers me.”

It became clear to me that Mordred crying made Erron afraid.

I nodded as the three of us lay in bed snuggling our baby boy. The winter air blew whistles in the trees as the fire crackles at the foot of our bed. Casting its orange and yellow warm glow. Mordred fell fast asleep as I rubbed his chest gently while he cooed.

I smiled seeing the bullet shaped birthmark he had rise and fall to him breathing as Erron scooted closer beside me, careful not to crush our baby.

“Thank god he’s quiet now…”

“I think he just wanted his mommy, Erron.”

He kisses my forehead.

“I love you darlin’. Thank you”

“I am his mamma, it’s my job to raise him too”

Mordred’s tiny fingers twitch in his sleep as I smiled.

“He’s dreaming, Erron”

He smiled as he kissed my cheek, and then our baby.

“I’m still in shock that I’m a daddy.”

“You’ll get used to it. I had to carry him for nine months.”

Erron lightly giggled.

“I know. He’s beautiful. Its just…I want to make sure he’s happy. I don’t want for him to have the childhood I had. I would be heartbroken if he hated me when he was my age.”

I nuzzled his cheek,

“I’m sure he won’t. You love him so that’s all that matters. I’m sure you won’t be abusive to him, right?”

He scoffed,

“Oh hell nah. I wouldn’t intentionally make him feel like shit. If he misbehaves or decides to pull a fast one, I won’t punish him for his mistakes. Rather I’d let him learn from them, babydoll.”

I smiled at his honesty,

“When I found out I was pregnant, I had no idea how long it would be…”

“Be before what?”

“Before we became a family.’”

Erron shifted his weight on his elbows and continues,

“Dear, when you told me you were pregnant, I had way too many things going through my brain. I never would of imagined I’d be a dad, and above all. being the father to the most amazing woman’s child I’ve ever known. When he was born, I was so scared I’d lose him. Because…stillbirths and miscarriages were a thing on my side of the family. When he survived being delivered, I was over the moon. Happier than a dog with two tails. And seeing his cute little brown eyes full of love when I held him was all I needed to be happy.”

I nodded,

“He’s adorable. He looks just like you.”

“And he’s my pride and joy.”

I brushed my finger against Mordred’s tiny chest, his little heart under my finger as I kissed his head.

I began feeling sleepy so Erron carefully takes Mordred back to his crib and no crying was heard. When Erron crawled back into bed, I buried my face in his chest as we both fell into a deep sleep. **ALSO** Sorry for the inactivity, life has been hectic as of late, and stay tuned for more kawaii trash from me, PEACE! <3