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miniimight · 1 year

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Hellooo! Could you please write for the boys where the reader is sick but doesn't tell them bcs she doesn't wanna bother them?? I love your your blog sm 💙💙

HIDING YOUR SICKNESS ! reader doesn't wanna bother her boyfriend

with izuku, bakugo, rody + fem!reader (pro hero era)

notes thanks for the request anon !!

you: hey i don't think i can make our date tonight... i'm sorry, something came up

he frowned when he got the text. he pinched the bridge of his nose and his overthinking kicked in. you'd been distancing yourself a lot recently... between you spending all your time at someone else's place, having to postpone dates, and his hero work, you barely got to see each other.

he was worried. he pressed the call button and waited for you to pick up.

IZUKU

"hello? y/n?"

you folded from the concern in his voice. he was always going to be worried about you, no matter what you tried to do.

"izuku..." you rasped and you could tell he was taken aback.

"what's wrong, honey?" he said softly. "you don't sound too good..."

you bit your lip. oh, what the hell. he was going to find out anyway. "i'm just a little sick, that's all. i can handle—"

"sick?!" izuku exclaimed and you shied away from his volume. "my love, you should have told me."

"no, it's really okay—"

"how long have you felt this way? is this why you've been postponing our dates? where are you right now?" he ignored your protests and rambled on with more questions for a bit. you weakly answered them all.

"okay, sweetheart, i'm on my way." you could hear him huffing as you assumed he leapt across rooftops. "stay on call..."

a burden was lifted off your shoulders, and the relief made you fall asleep right then and there.

later—though how much later, you didn't know—you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. groaning, you stretched your arms and propped your body up with your elbows.

"oh, you're awake. lay down, love."

you tuned into izuku's voice, squinting through your daze. he was sitting at your bedside, a wet rag in his hand. he shushed you when you tried to ask him all your questions, gently laying the rag across your forehead and kissing your heated cheek.

"you had a fever, honey." izuku hummed, pulling the chair closer to the bed and leaning over the side. "you shouldn't have been under all those stuffy blankets."

you frowned and looked around. the windows were open, the curtains flowing as fresh air filtered in. it was true, you did feel a little less suffocated.

you pursed your lips, feeling guilty. "i'm sorry."

he was absolutely bewildered. "what could you possibly be sorry for?"

you sniffed, rubbing your eyes. "you were at work, right? and..."

izuku softened, stroking your temples with understanding. "it's never an issue for me to take care of you, love. don't be sad. just relax and let me handle everything, okay? i'm here now, to take care of you."

BAKUGO

"where are you and why have you been avoiding my calls?"

you pressed your lips into a thin line. straight to the point, as usual. "i'm... i'm staying at a friend's for the time being." you tried to speak evenly, without any tiredness.

you heard bakugo sigh deeply. "what's the matter, baby? and don't think about hidin' anything from me."

you groaned internally, letting your head drop against the mattress. you mumbled.

"what was that?"

you flared up, heat overwhelming your body. "i'm sick! okay?! i'm so sick right now."

he didn't respond.

you sighed. "i didn't want you to catch anything or worry about it. i can handle it and i'll be back in no time."

he scoffed. "fuck that. i'm coming to get you."

"kat, really—?!"

"yes, really!" you heard faint explosions in the background. "seriously, thinking you can recover on your own when you can't even speak properly." he chuckled.

you wanted to retort, but your throat burned. hmph, you thought. you let yourself drift asleep, feeling comforted.

later, you woke up in his bed to the sound of clanking pots in the kitchen. brows furrowed, you groaned as you stretched, your body buzzing after you let yourself drop into the plush mattress once more.

bakugo peeked into the room. "you're up. good. you need to eat." with an apron on, he placed an assortment of dishes in front of you; soup, fruits, and some cough drops for later.

you sat up a little, startled when his hand pressed against your forehead.

"you have a fever." he shook his head, disappointed. "you probably made it a little worse, isolating yourself under all those sheets. you were overheated when i got you."

you pouted, taking a sip of water.

he craned his neck to meet your eyes, thinking you'd be relieved being home and in his care. you clearly had something on your mind. "baby..." he held your hand. "jus' tell me what's on your mind."

you met his eyes briefly before looking away. "i... didn't want you to miss work for this."

"this matters more than paperwork." he rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his face. he squeezed your hands. "just eat up and rest up. i'll handle everything else."

RODY

"y/n?"

"nope!" his little sister, lala, chirped. "it's me!"

during his last layover, he hadn't been getting much of a response from you. he trusted you with everything, but he was worried. now that he was back in otheon, he was ready to figure out what the hell was going on.

he chuckled at his sister. you must've given her your phone to play her favorite game. "hey, lala. where's y/n, do you know?"

"she's sleeping now." rody could hear her breathing as she pattered over to where he assumed you were laying down. "sleeping like a log."

"yeah?" rody responded, deep in thought. it wasn't like you to sleep while looking after his siblings, so he knew something was wrong. "what was she doing before she fell asleep?"

"uhhh... she made lunch for us?" lala sniffed. "i feel bad, though."

rody's eyebrows creased, tugging a suitcase behind him as he unconsciously walked faster. "why's that?"

"she's got a mask on, and she doesn't want us too close to her..." lala sighed. "and she's burning up."

rody put the pieces together. he raced to the carpark and zoomed on home, bursting through the door.

the loud noise startled you out of your slumber, sitting upright. the abrupt motion made you dizzy and you groaned. lala pat your shoulder, concerned.

rody dropped his suitcase to the ground, kneeling at your side. slipping off his gloves, he pressed his hand to the side of your neck.

"seriously, babe, you should've told me when you started feeling off." he frowned, bustling about to grab you the things you needed. "i could've left any time."

your eyes were glassy when you looked at him, and he felt his heart twisting. "m'sorry," you mumbled from behind the mask. "i didn't want to bother you..."

he scoffed and pulled the mask off your face, squishing your cheeks. he looked you square in the eye. though he was scolding you, he was so soft and gently. "you never bother me. all i think about is you, lala, and roro. i want to know everything you're feeling, no matter what."

you smiled, looking lopsided as your face was still in his hands. "okay."

he grinned and kissed you.

"ugh!" you recoiled, scooching away from him. "rody! you'll get sick!"

he crossed his arms, smiling. "and? we can be in that boat together."

you rolled your eyes. "oh my god."

"aw, don't be like that, baby." rody cuddled up next to you, peppering you with affection. "come on, let me take care of you."

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mypimpademia · 1 year

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— [2:20 AM]

Bakugo x Black! Reader

TW: None

KATSUKI IS A BIT OF AN INSOMNIAC. It happened overtime, and he misses going to bed at 10 PM and sleeping like a log till 5 AM. Now, he pushed his bedtime back to the old man hour of 9 PM, just to give himself an extra 30 minutes to toss and turn before falling asleep. And another 30 minutes to compensate for the nightmares and subconsciously relived trauma that had him waking up breathless and sweaty.

On worse nights, he’d shoot up into an upright position, gasping for air as you frantically tried to calm him down while fighting off sleep.

“Kat, Katsuki,” you’d groan, putting a hand on his bare chest to ground him. “It’s okay, it was just a dream, you’re okay.”

Katsuki would lace his sweaty fingers through yours, both of you feeling out the rhythm of his heart while you guided him through deep breathing. Once he stopped shaking and was breathing properly, you’d pepper kisses on the sharp line of his jaw, and gently lay him back against the mattress.

On better nights, he’d catch himself before he disturbed your sleep. Inhaling sharply, eyes snapping open, and body tensing as he came to.

He always makes sure that you never wake up when he does, staying still for a minute or two, listening to your soft snores. Then, he untangles your limbs as carefully as he can, slipping out of bed and tucking you back in.

With nothing better to do after pacing your quiet, moonlit house for a few minutes, Katsuki decides he’s hungry. It’s not uncommon for him to make late night snacks, or meals rather, especially after abruptly waking up from his sleep for the nth time that week.

But tonight, he was far too tired to be making a Michelin-star-esque meal in the middle of the night. So, he settled on a bowl of cereal.

Katsuki tried not to take long on his nightly departures from the bed, but your sense of time gets altered when you’re wandering around like a zombie. And just as he was pouring his Honey Nut Cheerios, he heard you slowly walking into the kitchen.

“Everything okay, Suki?” You grumbled, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind, your head resting on his shoulder.

By the sound of your voice, you were basically still asleep. The cool silk of your bonnet sent a chill down Katsuki’s spine, he felt guilty knowing that he was the reason you were up a stumbling around the house at this hour.

“Yeah, go back to bed, baby,” he told you, pouring milk into his cereal while mixing it around with his spoon.

You kissed your teeth in protest. You weren’t going back without him, and he knew that.

A chuckle vibrated through his chest and back, and he gently guided you towards the couch, where you sat curled up against his side wrapped in a blanket while he ate, a comfortable silence between you.

You were fighting back sleep, nodding off against his shoulder, eyes barely open. Katsuki was no better, nearly falling asleep into his bowl of cereal before forcing himself into consciousness.

“Gimmie some,” you croaked, silently opening your mouth, awaiting a spoonful of sugary cereal and cold milk.

Katsuki fed you carefully, making sure not to drip anywhere, and wiping away the bit that dribbled from the corner of your lip.

You laid your head back against his shoulder, settling deeper into the couch and sighing. He kissed the top of your head, and smushed his cheek against you.

“You just kiss me with milk breath?” You grunted.

“I just fed you and I can’t even get a kiss?” Katsuki chuckled.

“Not with no milk breath, you can’t.” You retorted.

“I love you too.”

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pokequirks · 5 months

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bakugo katsuki x male!reader

note: just a thought.

"the fuck are you doing here?" katsuki growls, seeing the masculine figure with head inside the fridge.

"i live here," he responds, taking the cold dinner and a beer, "ya should buy more meat."

katsuki's eyes follow the trace of stains that the clothes of the man has. he sits on the couch and turns on the tv.

"that shit is blood, isn't it?"

"oh, fuck, fuck, sorry kats, i'll clean it later," the man says, taking his cargo pants off and leaving them on the floor.

katsuki sits on the other couch, remaning quiet and watching the tired man in front of him. messy and long black hair, eyes bags under his tired eyes, small smile forming as he watches the program, scratched neck, blood stained legs on a lotus position.

"could you stop looking at me like that?" he whispers, leaving the can on the coffee table and laying on the couch "i'm close."

the man closes his eyes and turns. suddenly, the man coughs.

"fuck…" the man stands and rinses the blood off his hand. katsuki exhales, standing and walking towards the room.

"if you wanna sleep with me then take a shower, ya nasty as fuck."

katsuki entered the bedroom. 2:50am displaying on the digital clock that remained on his side table. he layed on the left side, on his arm. he tried to go to sleep while hearing the other man silently entering the bathroom and water crashing with his body.

he pretends to be asleeps as the man barely dresses with clean underwear and takes refuge with him under the sheets. the man holds katsuki's waist tight and presses softs kisses against his back.

"i'm sorry, kats, i'm really, really close," he murmurs, "you don't deserve this."

katsuki stays still as he feels his shirt wet. the man coming undone as he falls asleep.

it's 6am and he's not there. katsuki goes on with his usual rutine. eat breakfast, clean the mess and get ready for hero duty. he walks to the agency, where the case that he and his sidekick have been working on waits for him.

"good morning, boss. we have new info about the case," katsuki sits and the sidekick continues, "we think the organization is falling into pieces. ghoul has been seen movilizating to another province. informants say other suspects have traveled too."

"he's probably forming an army of his own."

katsuki nodds and lets them retire. he looks at his phone, no calls, no messages. how much more time he'll need, he wonders. katsuki sighs and goes out on patrol.

couple of days pass on without a single word from the man. he's neither gone home since that day. katsuki cooks for him, three cold dinners already in the fridge, waiting for the man to eat them. he stays awake, waiting for him to arrive all hurt, but he doesn't.

as kasuki makes another dinner his phone rings. unknown number.

"hi, kats," soft voice coming from the other side of the line, "how ya been?"

"we decided to make an incursion tomorrow morning," he says.

"don't talk to me about work, baby, tell me something else."

"don't call me baby, mother fucker," katsuki growls and the man laughs softly. he knows he's tired "i bought wagyu meat, ya shall came and eat that."

"that sounds delicious," he whispers, "i love you, kats."

"don't say that shit that way, ya sound like saying goodbye to me," katsuki sighs, "finish that shit and come home, i don't care if you die, you have to come back or i'll kill you."

the man burst into laughter. it's sweet hearing him like that.

"tell me ya love me."

"i'll tell you when you home."

"i have to go, kats," the man warns after someone calls hims, "i love you."

"love ya too."

"you told me you love me, ha!"

"cut that shit off! stupi..." he hung up.

katsuki sighs and continues cooking. that would be the fourth meal.

"we're going to start the operation, in one," the heroes took position, katsuki and the sidekicks beside him, "two..."

katsuki takes a deep breath, he feels all his body now ready.

"three!"

the crowd moved towards the entrance of the abandoned building. quick paces as they started covering the area and weird looks started to appear between the teams.

bakugo reached the last floor. there was no one there. not even a stain of blood.

"sir, team leaders said they have found nothing. this site is clear."

katsuki returns home in the evening. the night is almost setting. he opens the door, there's no shoes in the front door, no blood stains on the floor, but the tv is on.

he runs, the window is covered in a trace of blood. the fridge is barely open and he's there, laying on the couch, a hole in his stomach.

"shit, who did this to you?" katsuki asked, sitting on the floor next to the man.

"hi, pretty boy, how are you?" a small smile painting his croaked lips and one eye still closed.

"why the fuck are you in that state? you are barely alive," katsuki remarks, now noticing the missing eye.

"if i would die, i prefer that you kill me," he says. katsuki looks at him, frowns and a feeling of impotence covers all his body. suddenly the man holds his hand, "i did it, kats, i'm out of that shit."

katsuki remains silent, just looking at the man. the jacket he liked so much now was covered all in dry blood, his shirt with a hole that almost covered it, new skin just starting to generate.

"i look bad, don't i?" katsuki nodded and the man barely laughed, "i'll be the sexy man you fell for in a while, i have been eating well."

the man pointed at the coffee table, the containers with all of his dinners were there, a spoon on the side with food stamps. the black mask is also covered in blood. katsuki stayed on his side for a while. soft breathing as the man rests.

without a word, katsuki helped him reach the bathroom. he helped him take a seat in the bathroom stool and started undressing him.

"i didn't know you had these kinks with a barely alive man, kats," the man laughed, a sudden pinch on the place where his stomach would go.

"shut the fuck up, asshole," katsuki opened the warm water key, the bathtub filling slowly.

in silence, katsuki cleaned the man's body with a towel. light red water falling as the man stayed quiet under katsuki's touch. he was gentle with him. taking care of not touching the hole. then covered up the injury.

"look, my eye is coming back," the man smiles, katsuki does too.

they ended up in bed. both wearing the matching pajama set that the man had bought some time ago.

"please, come with me," the man pleaded. katsuki couldn't say no, slowly he accommodated himself next to the man who embraced him.

"how did you end up like this?" katsuki asks.

"i... i turned into a monster, kats. had to eat them all," the man said, purely referring to those who fell in battle, sad tone and expression on his face "while i was full of energy the regeneration worked at its peak point, i used all battling him, i pierced his heart and separate his head from his body so he left me with this hole... i'm finally free, kats."

katsuki stayed quiet, barely being able to recreate the image in his head. he caressed the injured man's skin while the man played with his toes.

"what's the plan now? after you heal."

"i should look for a job, cannot let my beautiful wife work her ass off," the man grabbed katsuki's ass with a cocky smile on his face.

"i'm not your wife," katsuki whispers, controlling himself in order to avoid hitting him.

"ya not? i have bred ya a thousand times and ya already have the tits," the man puts katsuki above his pelvis, just below the injury, he squeezes katsuki's chest with both hands.

"don't, you hurt," the blonde says as the other rubs his skin below the clothes.

"like it hard, don't ya?" cocky smile on the lips. the missing eye is almost full again, "hug me and tell me ya love me."

katsuki accommodates himself next to the man, one arm over his chest, reaching the face. he stays there, comfortable, just in silence. wonders how much time this bliss could continue.

"i love ya, dumbass."

"i love you more, baby boy."

days pass by. the man soon got a job due to this excellent resume. katsuki still does hero duty, patrol in the morning, paperwork after lunch, and by dinner he's already home. a happy smile and welcoming hug there, waiting for him.

"ya have been making dinner lately," katsuki remarks.

the man nods, "the least i can do."

both man eat dinner together, seated at the dinner table while sharing a chat. the man speaks the most, talking about his engineering work and the co-workers. katsuki listens and sometimes asks something, he avoids talking about his hero duty, so the man being a chatty one is perfect for him.

"we should go see your mom and dad, don't think it is right to delay that when i'm already free, tomorrow's your day off, right?" katsuki nods, eyes fixed on his food, "could we go tomorrow? i'll pay for dinner."

katsuki nods again.

after sharing an intimate moment in the bathtub and then in the bed, katsuki's left with his own thoughts as the man sleeps beside him. he knows this has to come to an end.

"the old hag said my father isn't feeling good, we'll have to reschedule our dinner, i'm sorry."

"oh, it's okay, i hope your dad gets better," the man says and starts taking off his blazer.

"we could go to that park you like and eat something there," katsuki says, the man's eyes now filled with joy as he nods quickly.

he changes for the new jacket that katsuki gave him after the last one was completely unusable.

"thanks to the gift of ma wife, i look damn hot, don't i?"

"yeah, you do."

the man smiles and takes katsuki's hand, heading to the apartment door and chatting about nothing while leaving the building.

soon enough they arrived at that park that the former villain liked that much. they ate some street food before having ice cream and walked to a more private place.

"here, we meet here for the first time," the man said, a nostalgic feeling covering his chest, "you told me to die when i asked you for your number."

"yeah, i did. fucking weirdo that asked me out when i first meet him," katsuki growls, one hand inside his pocket.

"but ya fell so bad for your sexy, awesome husband, don't ya?" cocky smile on his lips as he tightens the grab on katsuki's.

time to finish this off.

"give me your hands," katsuki ordered, the man showed them to him, the blonde took the handcuffs out of his pocket and said, "you're under arrest."

"oh, kats, yer getting kinkier over time," the man said, laughing a bit and getting close to the red eyed man, "let's go home so ya could have me real nice."

the man got under alert when people in costumes started appearing. heroes. the man looked down, handcuffed hands, looked up, cold red eyes. a detective showing him his plaque and talking to him.

"kats, what's this? these yer friends?" the man stuttering.

"you're under arrest, ghoul."

"kats, take this thing off me, please," the man said, policeman taking him by the shoulders, "kats, please, please, don't go on with this joke, please."

the man was sweating cold, heavy breathing as the people surrounded him. he was getting anxious. pleading eyes looking at katsuki, who remained there, standing still.

"katsuki, please," the blonde negated his head, a heart breaking and suddenly all felt in silence. he looked down, a policeman holding the security wrap, "could you please not? i... i go with you."

police man looked at the man, then the number one hero.

"i'm sorry, it's protocol."

after that the black haired man was taken to the prison.

after months katsuki was able to visit the man in prison. the only purpose was to convince him to talk more and give the detective more information about the villain organization.

he was seated in the middle of the room, no more security around him than the guns on the roof ready to shoot if he activated his quirks. lost eyes, slow breathing. the hair was longer, he had gotten back the eye bags and he looked way too skinny.

"how are you?" katsuki asked, the man remained quiet, not even looking at him, "don't wanna talk to me?"

katsuki huffed, waiting for him to answer something. his patience grew smaller with each second that passed by. foot hitting the floor while looking at the man. he couldn't stand it.

"i'm out this shit," the blonde standed and walked towards the door and before he could get out the man speaked.

"why... why did you do that?" slow words, tired heart, "i understand you position being a hero, but i still think you could have gave me some sign..."

both remained in silence.

"did you felt the same way as i did? was all a farce? the nights we spent together, when you told me you loved me? was all that part of the mission?"

katsuki couldn't answer.

"for a long time i had nothing, just one thing to protect and then i met you and thought i may be able to have a life, someone to get back at home," the man looked up, tears running down his eyes, "you should go, katsuki."

"have you been eating?" the blonde asked, still without looking back at the man.

"sure... i'm sorry i can't be helpful to you. i'm not snitching on my friends," a large sigh came out to him, "this will end soon."

"what do you mean?"

"you saw me, i was at my best when you first met me and before being here," katsuki frowned when hearing the man's words, "cow meat is great for keeping me alive if i have it in big amounts, if i don't eat human flesh right now i'll die."

"so you'll just die? tell them what they need to know, they will lower your sentence and i could bring you all the wagyu you would need."

"it doesn't work like that, kats. this power was given to me and it will kill me. you shouldn't worry about my former co-workers, they're on the right track, i took care of that."

katsuki left. no words, no goodbye.

"kacchan, i'm sorry i-"

"shut the fuck up, deku."

the service was held at a small venue, surprisingly for the few policemen, the detective and a few heroes the venue was full. people would give their respects to katsuki.

"sir always said you were a pretty blonde, sure we didn't expect you to be a man nor a hero," one man said, chatting after the corpse was cremated.

izuku standed next to katsuki, trying to support him.

how did you know him? if i may ask," the detective intervened.

"he helped me and my sons get a job, he was a great engineer."

"yeah, he was," katsuki whispered and retired.

"hi, kats. i'm sorry you have to see me like this, lately i have been a jerk with you, i'm sorry about that. i know i'm dying soon, i feel weaker each day and... don't know just i thought i should tell you that i love you and you shouldn't feel bad about this, you did what you had to do, only brave men do. you never deserved this, to get involved with me and my stuff, i hope you can forgive me and i will always love you."

katsuki closed the laptop screen and huffed.

"stupid son of a bitch."

in the front building were too black silhouettes, one holding some binoculars watching inside the apartment.

"sir, we should go now, you're still weak."

"yeah, just let me have this a little more, this is the last time i see my wi-... i see him."

#bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #boku no hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia fanfic #my hero academia #male reader #katsuki bakugo x male reader #pokequirks

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toji-sweetheart · 1 month

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If your comfortable with it maybe something like them trying to get pregnant and it’s just not happening and reader has a break down over it or the boys trying to propose and shit keeps ruining it and they have a breakdown something like that if you’re comfortable with it -🦕

pregnancy is my jam lmaoo my last blog I was dubbed the pregnant blog fjkbkrt

tags: fem reader + trying to get pregnant + all characters are over 21 + angst with a happy ending + this is very short because I wasn't sure if you wanted a happy ending or not

Another white stick with one line was enough to reduce you to a blubbering mess as you sunk down on the closed toilet seat, your eyes glazing over as tears and snot stained your face.

It's been almost a year of trying for a baby with Katsuki and Eijiro with nothing to show for it but negative test after another one and you swore that the universe was laughing at you or maybe it was a punishment, but whatever it was it turned you into a hollow shell.

More times than not they would come home from work to see you already under the covers telling them that dinner was in the oven and the house so pristine that it shined when the light hit any surface.

It hurt both men to see you like this.

"Maybe we should go to the doctor and see what's going on baby, is that something you'd like to do?" Eijiro suggested as he slid under the blankets to snuggle you from behind, he fit against you like a puzzle piece.

All you could do was shrug and sigh. "I don't want my fears to come to life, and to hear the words would break me I think Kiri." You replied not facing him making the red-head worry even further.

"I understand but we would have an answer either way. Whatever you want to do Kats and I will support you." He whispered into the darkness but he could still see you pull away from him.

The rest of the evening you didn't speak to him or when Katsuki joined you two as you settled between them falling asleep to ignore the pain of your dream slowly slipping between your fingers.

You stayed in your spot all day not moving but to get something to drink and use the bathroom while ignoring Katsuki and Eijiro's phone calls that kept you from going back to sleep until Katsuki came home to check on you, his heart broke seeing you so sullen and sad.

"Have you gotten out of bed?" He asked coming closer, the room was shrouded in darkness as you stayed silent. Katsuki sighed and rubbed his face as he sat on the edge of the bed to rub your leg.

He sat there in silence until he got up and went into the kitchen to make you something to eat before joining you back in the dim bedroom where he helped you to sit up despite your mumbling.

"We can keep trying, don't give up." Katsuki assured you as he watched you eat making sure you were full and taken care of.

So that's what you did, any chance you got you'd be on them desperate and whiny for them to make your dreams come true. It was a sex marathon at your house most days trying for a baby.

Walking around naked was the best way to get their attention and there really was no point in doing it either, not when they wanted the same thing as well until finally you missed your period followed by the other symptoms you have been obsessing over for a while.

Hoarding a few tests you snagged one from the bathroom drawer and took it before washing your hands and counting down the three minutes, your excitement didn't allow you to wait for your husbands.

It didn't occur to you until after the second line showed up how hurt they'd be so before they came home from work you made a quick run to the store in search of a onesie to help tell them the good news.

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shutit-haha · 10 months

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Kit-Kat | a baby Bakugo/reader

I know it's been done a thousand times before but I needed something meaningful and self indulgent. Sorry if this is a little OOC for him I'm trying to work out where exactly the line is when it comes to emotionally constipated five year olds.

You were exhausted when you had arrived at your shared apartment. It wasn't anything grand or luxurious, just some place you stayed with your boyfriend occasionally. (If the two of you were ever so lucky to be home at the same time.) Katsuki was hustling to become a hero and with the media having their eyes trained on him from high school he had to be mindful of the steps he took. Then there was you, trying your hardest to get to where you wanted to go in life. Slaving while you waited for him to start his own business. Once Katsuki's company was open you'd work with him in a partnership and all would be as it should.

Until then you entered your apartment with sagging tear drop shoulders. You hadn’t slept properly in two days and had ended up working overtime today despite having planned on leaving early. No matter, you were here now and if you were lucky perhaps Katsuki would be too. So with heavy limbs of lead you shut the door behind you and hung up your jacket. Spring was supposed to be arriving within a week's time however the winter chill was holding on for dear life.

When you bent down to slip off your shoes you noticed the living room light was on. It spilled into the mudhall where you were bent over your feet. Without a second spared you were bouncing off into the living room to greet your boyfriend whom you had only seen in passing lately. By the time he came home you were already climbing into bed. Each and every night you’d promise to wait for him to finish his shower and each and every night you’d fall asleep before he was out. Due to his late shifts you found yourself waking up earlier than him, something that was certainly odd for the two of you. By the time he would wake to start his day you were already long gone, your only trace a post-it left on your pillow.

He’d never tell you, but he loved how you kissed it as a sign off. Your perfume would always stay behind on the colorful paper right where you left a stain of puckered lips. Your heart ached for him and he had been dying to see that lipstick on some skin instead of just paper.

“Katsuki!” You shouted from where you stood at the end of the entry hall and the beginning of the living room. “Katsuki,” you called again. The kitchen was to the left of you a space far too small for your burly boyfriend and fully stocked with kitchen ware. You had decided to buy the cheap stuff in the meantime, glad you did since the two of you rarely ever used any of it. There was no dining room.

The living room laid right in front of your disappointed gaze. A low coffee table situated in front of the T.V and a single sofa that could sit three. The back of the sofa faced the kitchen where Kaminari was rifling through your cabinets in search of snacks. Mina bounced a baby on her lap, shushing and cooing at it in an attempt to keep it from wailing. Kirishima and Sero were debating on the best way to calm the baby down while a children’s show played in the background.

Their heads all swiveled to look at you, including the pale baby boy’s. Kaminari looked as though he had been caught, Kirishima and Mina seemed worried and Sero…smug for some odd reason. “Right feeding a baby is better than distracting it,” Sero placed his hands on his hips.

“Yeah,” you nodded absentmindedly. “Is Katsuki here?” You tried to listen for the sound of your bathroom shower, or maybe some kind of movement in your bedroom. No matter how hard you strained though it was obvious he wasn’t here. “Does he know you’re here,” a follow up question.

“Technically,” Mina spoke up.

“Found them,” Kaminari shouted from the kitchen bag of chips in hand. “I knew I left a family size here last time.”

“Get out of the way,” Sero shoved him to reach the fridge. Mina’s fluorescent eyes darted to look at Kirishima who seemed to be sweating bullets.

“Ok guys, there’s no way you can just stay in my house and keep secrets from me. Especially when they’re about my boyfriend so…”

“Well you know how he is, he gets into fights with people and-” Mina was the first to reply.

“That guy was looking for it though. He was being rude and then he wussed out when Bakugo stepped up.” Sero added from where he was cooking something in your kitchen.

“Like they said the guy was messing with him and then he got scared, and his quirk malfunctioned.” Kirishima continued, hands up to calm you.

“Who’s quirk malfunctioned?” You were worried now and this story was taking too long.

“The guy’s,” they all replied. All except for Kaminari who was stuffing chips down his throat and surfing channels. The baby on Mina’s lap had started fighting with the blonde over the remote.

“And well,” Mina said as she tried to keep hold of the baby.

“He kind of,” that was Kirishima speaking to you gently. The red head was walking on eggshells here and you really didn’t understand why.

“Where is my boyfriend?” You stalked further into the room, growing hostile with your tone.

“Bakugo man, just give me the remote!” Kaminari shouted at the baby trying his best to tug the control out of the baby’s pudgy hands. Your head whipped around to take in the baby’s blonde spiky hair, something you hadn’t paid any attention to at first. It seemed softer than it was supposed to be, less spikey and more curly. Instead of the ends shooting straight out they curved a little, giving his hair a bounce to it.

“I can track the guy down for you,” Kirishima spoke quickly. Sero snorted from where he was now hunched over a pot.

“Kami you idiot,” Mina screeched at the other blonde yanking the remote from his hands. You sunk down into the floor, slumping against the wall and laughing. What the hell were you gonna do with a child? You didn't even want kids right now, you still had work. Were you supposed to take a day off? Do you pay for daycare? Do you have money for that? Does his boss know?

“You broke them,” Kaminari shouted from the couch.

“I’m not broken,” you reached a hand up to wave it at him. “How old is he now,” you asked Kirishima.

“Five-ish.”

“Does he have his quirk?”

“No.”

You winced, taking a sharp breath in through your teeth. This sounded like some hellish nightmare for your boyfriend. He’s small and helpless, no quirk and no muscle. “Does his job know?”

“They’ve been notified.”

“Great,” you sighed, getting back up from the floor. You made your way back into the entry hall so that you could take off your shoes and slide on your slippers. With a heavy head you walked back over to the living room.

“I wanna buy him clothes,” Mina chirped, still bouncing him on her lap. He had those angry red eyes and what was supposed to be a scowl only looked like a pout on that face.

“That won’t be necessary, he'll be back soon.” You made your way straight for him, dragging your feet along the floor. You felt conflicted, just a moment ago you had wanted to spend time with your boyfriend and well here was your chance. Except that he was a child, one you had to care for and couldn’t just simply love. You couldn’t lay on him like you wanted to, sinking into his warmth.

“Well..” Mina handed him to you.

“We’re not sure, it's a quirk malfunction so it could last for more than 24 hours.” Kirishima sat on the armrest unable to find space on the crowded couch.

“Days?” You asked, staring down at Katsuki, his little red eyes stared at you in awe though he still tried to look mean.

“Could be a month,” Kaminari shrugged, shoving more chips into his mouth. Mina shoved him off the sofa and onto the floor, Kirishima was quick to take the now open spot.

“We’re all gonna stay with you tonight,” Mina quickly assured you.

“Yeah,” Sero added in agreement. He was going through your lower cabinets now in search of you weren’t sure what. You looked sound at your friends, they were amazing people. And you wanted them to stay truly, you just weren’t sure how they were all going to fit. Your sofa could fit two people if they really squished together. And well your apartment had never had to fit more guests than that.

Sometimes Kaminari gets wasted at a bar and Sero will have to go and pick him up. Somehow your apartment ends up being closer to them and in they come stumbling late in the night to Katsuki’s dismay. They’ll fall onto the sofa where you’ll find them sleeping in the morning. Sometimes you and Bakugo will go out to events with Kiri and Mina, and the four of you will wind up back here. They always end up giggling away on your couch while you and Katsuki collapse onto your mattress cracking jokes with one another.

You’ve never had the whole gang stay the night and staring at your small apartment you weren’t sure how it was going to work. “Mina can share the bed with me and Katsuki, or maybe we can go and buy an air mattress?”

The boys all stared at each other realizing only one of them would get the couch. “Air mattress,” they spoke in unison, already feeling the back pain.

“Ok,” you laugh and Katsuki’s heart hurts. He whimpers looking down at your pants. “You ok?” His big eyes glare at you before looking away, pink dusting his cheeks. You smile at him softly, taking it as him just being flustered. “You think he still remembers me?”

The room was silent. Sero kept on with his cooking, various spices open on your counter and a cutting board with nothing to cut. He made a face at that, opening your fridge to go through it for what was now the third time. Kaminari seemed to have finally found a channel on the t.v and sat down comfortably on the floor. Kirishima and Mina exchanged a look while you waited for an answer.

“Maybe,” Mina watches your face carefully.

“We hope but aren’t entirely sure,” Kiri then added.

“Oh,” you exhaled deeply, “ok.” You leaned forward then nuzzling the skin behind Katsuki’s ear with your nose. His hair was soft though very dry, and his skin was nice and warm. “It’s ok if you forget me,” you whisper to him softly. “I know you’ll remember me later,” you kiss his cheek before pulling away. “You all ready to go to the store, I need to get some sort of clothes for him and I think Sero is struggling to find food.”

“Already made a list,” he replied from where he was still scribbling on the counter.

“Alright then Katsu baby, ‘you ready to go?” You lifted him up into the air trying to get at least a smile from him, but to no avail. His arms were crossed over his chest, lip jutting out in a pout, eyebrows pulled down in a nasty little glare. “You’re gonna like me,” you place him on your hip. “I know you will. Did it once I can do it again,” you walked with him back into the hall.

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“These are cute,” Mina held up a powder pink shirt.

“Uhh,’ you eyed little Katsuki.

“I’ll pay for it,” she smiled brightly from behind the shirt.

“Put it in there,” you whispered to her. You tossed some black sweatpants in the kart, “we gotta get you some shoes little man.” You ruffled his hair, dodging the hand he swiped at you. “Come on little man,” you take his hand and lead him to where the shoes are. Of course he’s instantly drawn to the sneakers with heroes on them. You watch as his little eyes widen and then narrow to analyze the gym shoes. His attention bounces from shoe to shoe, comparing the colors and how the hero is displayed. Eventually he takes hold of two pairs; one with Allmight standing tall and another with him in the midst of a punch.

“One day I’m gonna have shoes of my own.”

“Yeah you will,” you smile at him.

He glares at you, still comparing the two shoes to one another. “I’m serious,” he sits on the floor to try them on.

“I am too. I know you’ll do it.”

At this point he has one shoe on each foot, rocking back and forth to get a feel of them.

“So which one’s the winner?” You’re amused by all this, he’s five and being far too precise.

“These are cooler,” he points to the one with Allmight punching. “These feel nicer though.” ‘Has good dialect too. Crazy how smart this guy is. “These,” he settles for the comfier shoes.

“Ok,” you nod. “You want another pair?”

His eyes sparkle, lips parting to speak before he suddenly reels himself back in. He scowls, shoving his shoes at you. “Yeah,” he then stomps off down another aisle.

“Ok,” you sigh, following him. “You know you’re bossy, and mean.”

He stops in front of a pair of combat boots, black ones similar to what he uses for his hero suit. “These,” he points, awe visible in his face.

You do your best to stifle your laughter trying not to embarrass him. The moment he realizes he’s making a cute face you know it’ll be gone so you keep quiet. You bend down to search for a box with his size written on it but are unable to find any. “Uhh,” now you gotta tell him. Great. You look again, maybe you just didn’t try hard enough the first time. “Baby,” you coo, still checking over all the boxes. “I don’t think they have it in your size.” You're kneeling down on one knee in search for these damn boots but can’t find any.

“What?” His mouth’s agape, eyes wide and glossy.

“These are big kid shoes, they don’t have any for you.”

His chest quickly rises and falls as he starts to breathe heavily, hands curling into little fist. You watch his features curl and fold into a deep scowl. Tears form in his eyes, welling up in his lash line while his cheeks go red. “But-”

“I know, I’m sorry.” And would you believe it, he cries. His bottom lip quivers while fat tears roll down his cheeks. His fist are curled so tightly you worry about his little hands. He hiccups and sniffles but doesn’t wail and bawl like other kids do. It’s silent, something you see but don’t exactly hear. “I know.” You pick him up, uncurling his fist as he wraps his arms tightly around your neck. He clings to you, clutching tightly while he sniffles and cries. “It’s ok baby, I’m sorry, I know you really wanted them. I’ll try and find you a pair ok?” You rub his back, rocking him back and forth.

He nods vigorously, still sniffling and hiccuping. Mina finds the two of you at the end of the aisle, Kirishima right behind her with the shopping kart. “Is he ok?” She whispers to you, approaching slowly. Katsuki clutches to you tighter, burying his face in your neck and hair.

“A little embarrassed I think,” you hand her the box holding his sneakers. “They didn’t have the other pair of shoes he wanted.”

“Oh you poor thing, I cry over shoes too.” Mina rubbed his back softly, laughing to you silently.

“Surprised he cried,” Kirishima said.

“Me too, I think he might just be tired. Or maybe missing home.” You followed them out the aisle and over to the self check-out.

“Missing home?”

“Yeah, maybe he knows he’s supposed to be big.”

Katsuki listened to your conversation carefully, face still covered by his hair. What you’re saying seemed right to him in a vague kind of way. He wasn’t sure that was what he felt but nothing else seemed to make sense. All the other feelings he knew didn’t fit how they were supposed to.

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“We bought clothes,” Mina sang, entering the apartment with bags in hand. She went straight into the living room, leaving the door open, and still wearing her shoes.

“I thought they were for Bakugou,” you heard Kaminari reply to her.

“They are,” she huffed.

You were the next to enter the apartment carrying a sleeping Bakugou in your arms. You sat him down on top of the wooden shoe rack, slipping off his sandals and putting them away. You then sat down next to him just as Kirishima came in through the door. The red head carried the groceries Sero had asked for and the air mattress your apartment so desperately needed. “Kami start moving the table!” Kirishima ordered, slamming the door behind him with his foot.

Bakugou jumped in his sleep and you placed him back on your lap. He rested his head on your breast while you rubbed his back soothingly. You waited a minute or two before sliding off your own shoes. You put your shoes back where they belonged, sliding on your slippers and then carrying Kastuki to the living room. Once again you found yourself stopping at the doorway.

The apartment felt so alive, Sero was cutting vegetables in the kitchen while the other boys worked together on moving your coffee table. Mina was pulling clothes out of the bag to show everybody and then folding it into a neat pile. She had offered to pay for the clothes and Kiri paid for everything else so you spent nothing. It warmed your heart to the point where you nearly wanted to cry. This was home, here with all these lovely people. “Here,” Mina handed you a pajama set.

“Wake him up so he can eat, I cooked something nice for him.” Sero smiled at you from where he was putting all of your spices back.

“Shower him,” Kiri said before yelling at Kaminari about scraping your floor.

“Will do,” you nodded and smiled at everyone heading off to the bathroom. The cutout that led to the bathroom was aligned with the hall to your entryway. The door to your left opened up to the restroom, the one opposite leading to your bedroom. You shut the door softly behind you, gently shaking Katsuki awake. “Gotta bathe you,” you speak softly to him.

The drowsy blonde sways where he stands in front of you on the cold bathroom tiles. His little fist comes up to rub at his eyes. “‘M hungry,” his stomach growls.

“You’ll eat right after this,” you tug off his pants slowly. Your nails graze his soft little thighs on accident and he winces. “I’m sorry,” you kiss where you scratched him.

“I like your nails,” his hand curls around your index finger. He keeps a tight hold of it while he steps out of his pants.

“Thank you,” you smile at him despite his eyes being shut. “Arms up.”

He yawns and reaches for the sky letting you take off his shirt. “Are you gonna shower with me?”

“What?” You laugh, tugging off his boxers.

“I want you to shower with me, I miss when you used to do it.” He yawns and steps out of his boxers. “Why don’t we do it anymore? Are you mad at me?” He finally opens his drowsy red eyes.

“What? No,” you shake your head, running the bath water. “We’ve just been busy.”

“I’m not busy anymore.” Silence falls while you check the temperature of the water. “Do you shower with your other boyfriends?”

“I don’t have other boyfriends.”

“Good,” he huffs. “I’d have to beat them up.”

“Katsuki you’re five.” You stand from the edge of the tub drying your hand.

“So you’ll shower with me,” he looks up at you.

“When you’re a big boy again,” you cup his cheek.

“But I’m not busy anymore,” he whines.

“I know,” you lift him up to put him in the bath.

“Are you gonna leave me?”

“What?” You stare at him.

“Are you going to work tomorrow?” He sputters, embarrassed by your intense stare. His face heats up, cheeks turning a bright red.

“Think I might just stay with you.”

“Can you wash me?”

“You can do it, you’re big enough.”

“But I like your nails,” he reaches for your hand. For a moment you look at him so sure that you can see your Katsuki somewhere inside. He wants you to shower with him, he likes your nails, he’s ok with you scratching him. He’s worried that you’re leaving him.

You wash him. And when you’re done you dry him. And when that’s done you feed him. The whole gang gets comfortable in the living room eating together and watching a movie. Throughout the film they rotate who’s taking a shower and by the end everyone’s clean except for you. The t.v turns black and you lay Katsuki down in the bedroom. He fell asleep about halfway through the film. You sneak off to take a shower and when you come back he’s up and waiting for you.

“I missed you,” he sniffles, reaching for you in the darkness. You take hold of his little hands, placing him on top of your chest. His little hands slid around either side of you just barely reaching your back. You rub in between his shoulder blades, scratching his scalp lightly with your nails.

“I missed you too,” you sigh drifting off to sleep.

When you wake in the morning, he’s still a baby.

#bakugou katsuki #x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha #bakusquad #domestic fluff #found family #baby boy #quirk accident

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endlessnightlock · 1 year

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if you’re still needing prompts: number 4 because you won’t stop clinging to me on the couch

Thanks for the prompt, Anon :)

It was late, and Peeta thought he ought to just leave Katniss downstairs on his couch, where they spent the evening watching crappy B-Horror movies until she fell asleep, then head up to bed alone. Not that she was currently or had ever slept with him or anything along those lines.

It was just. Yeah. They’d never crossed into sleepover territory. Peeta was attempting to worm his way out of the octopus-like grip Katniss held him in, but she was clinging to him like he was her only hold on the world, and she'd spiral away without him anchoring her to the mortal plane.

Too many monster movies, Peeta told himself grimly. "Hey," he murmured, trying to roust her awake. “It’s late. Do you want to stay down here or?” he trailed off.

“Sleepy,” Katniss mumbled after a moment's consideration, snuggling closer to him. “Don’t wanna go home.”

Peeta laughed under his breath. "I never said anything about you going home. It's late, and I need to get to bed if I'm going to get up for work tomorrow. Are you sleeping down here?"

"Nope. I go where you go. Your people will be my people or something like that," she murmured, dragging herself into a sitting position on the couch.

"What nonsense are you spewing, woman," Peeta joked. He dragged her to her feet, then when she was steady enough, picked her up, draping Katniss over his shoulder. Her long black hair hung down his back like a curtain.

"I don't know. I told you I'm tired. Hey? You got an extra toothbrush I can use in the morning?"

"I think so," he said, climbing the carpeted stairs to his bedroom. When they arrived in his room, he gently laid Katniss on his mattress; before he straightened, she put her arms around his neck.

"Don't leave me," she whispered, tilting her head and pressing her lips against the corner of his mouth. "Please?"

Peeta's eyes fell closed, emotion sweeping through him like a late fall wind. "Never. Now go to sleep, Kat."

#endlessnightlock writes #everlark fanfiction #everlark drabble #katniss everdeen/peeta mellark #this kind of rambles and doesn't go much of anywhere but you'll have that #bed-sharing prompts

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unikron-kitten-kat · 1 year

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Cabin Chase:: Part 1 .. 11 .. 111

Plans Into Fruition

Zackary leaves the Manor to make his way to the target location, still blissfully unaware of his Boss's plans for when he gets there. Meanwhile, Slenderman is setting his plans to motion, occasionally glancing from his dwindling paperwork to view the cameras watching the driveway.

Warnings: Sex talk, Slenderman, perv behavior mentioned [I think that's it]

Reminders: Zackary is trans, but I have never before written a trans character since I started writing for him, please exscuse any mistakes I make and kindly and politely correct me in comments or an ask, I am trying ;-;

It was amply raining, enough Zack had to turn his wipers on to see through the windshield. The road ahead was long, and he knew it well enough to know hardly anybody drove this stretch at this hour. He had planned ahead, knowing it would be quite a while before he got to his destination, so bought an extra gas can or two for the return trip, and snacks for the road.

He was currently snapping a kit-kat in two, sucking off the chocolate before chewing the wafer. He sighed, stared tiredly ahead at the dark road bordered by thick trees. He was surprised Slenderman didn't quite know the area, it's the kind of place Zack knew he'd like.

Zack was swigging down a bottled water, trying to stimulate himself to keep from falling asleep at the wheel. He figured radio music might help, but after turning it on, he either found static silence, or music he found he'd drowned out. So his own music would suffice, only his phone wasn't getting service, and his songs were buffering every five seconds.

With a heavy, defeated sigh, he stopped trying, opting to just keep his eyes on the road. The low drone of the car wasn't helping, neither the heat. It was currently Autumn, but Zack didn't feel like freezing an ear off to keep himself awake, so he absent-mindedly turned the heat down, and dropped his coat, struggling to unbuckle and even get the thing off while also trying to keep himself in his lane and on the road.

After that cerfuffle, he snapped an energy drink open as a second-to-last resort, taking occasional swigs of the lemon-sweet drink. After a five minute pause of him trying to keep himself awake and stimulated, he suddenly wondered who the hell was living there now?

He knew the place Slenderman sent him to all because his Uncle used to live there, but dipped soon after, claiming the place was haunted and unsafe.

He figured someone dangerous enough. Zack wasn't the last line necessarily, but he quickly found the value Slenderman held him at by what missions he was sent on, and he came to the conclusion that his missions where of the more 'something serious and dangerous is happening, even Ej couldn't handle it.', and usually, the Demon group where the "Oh, shit's bad" missions, so to surpase them in that "ranking", so to speak, was no easy feat.

He soon realized his pondering had passed the time as he noticed the roof of the old place peeking past the treetops, the driveway was now hard to miss, Zack nearly fishtailed trying to turn enough.

Slenderman glanced up at the sound of a monotone ding, huffing an amused chuckle as he realized Zack was making his up the driveway now.

So, he cleared his desk, adjusting a few of the moniters he had BEN set up. BEN needn't know why, so Slenderman didn't tell him the reasoning behind these.

Through the monitor, he saw Zack slink in, quiet as ever.

He supposes that's something he always like about Zack, his lighter build allowed him to be dexterous and quiet, he'd even snuck up on the Halfling Being a few times, though Slenderman would never admit it.

He waited for Zack to start climbing the stairs, then, he picked up his phone.

Zack heard the loud ringing of the landline in the hallway. Not where he remembered it being during his visits to his uncle, must mean other people lived here after he left.

Then, the telltale 3-toned ding sounded among the ringing, telling Zack he better not let the caller wait.

With a click, he had the phone up to his ear.

"Yeah, Boss?"

{I see you have arrived..}

"Yeah, is the victim ou-" {[chuckle] You know Zack, being what I am, having the senses I do, I hear things, smell things, you don't.}

"Wh.. What's that got to do with this?"

{Hmp.. You don't think I ever smelled you? Smelled your.. Arousal? That I never heard your pathetic little whimpers when I scorned you?}

Zack was speechless, and Slenderman could only see the tremble of his shoulders through the camera. He leaned back in his chair, enjoying this exchange.

{I know the area, Zack. I know it well enough to know where best to put cameras...}

Zack tensed.

{I saw you drive up, saw you enter the door, climb the stairs...}

Slenderman chuckled again, this one throatier, deeper.

{Do you forget what I can do, Zack? That I can.. Peer into minds? Read thoughts? See imagery one wouldn't want me too?}

Zack flushed, knowing what he was talking about, hoping it wasn't.

{I have seen what you think of, or rather, try to get me not to see.. Don't think I haven't heard you getting off to them either..}

Zack was gripping the phone rather tightly, turning his head to the side.

{You know, Zack... Even now I can hear your quickened heartbeat, and your trembling breathing..}

Zack hovered his arm over his mouth, his breathing getting heavy.

{Silent.. As always when I confront you...}

More silence from Zackary.

{Zack, you really need to pay attention to your windows..}

Zack's eyes widened, and his cheeks grew darker, but Slenderman couldn't see that.

{Hhm, yes, your room may not be on the bottom floor, but it is still certainly visable from the trees...}

Slenderman saw Zack tremble more, bringing his arm to hold his side.

{Do you like skirts and onsies, Zack?}

Zack's breath was quick and trembled, he was sweating, not profusely, and he was redder than a tomato.

{How often do you get those thoughts, Zack? Those thoughts of.. Me?}

Zack swallowed.

{How often do you want it to happen? How often do you want me to bend you over something?}

Slenderman could sed now that Zack's whole body was shaking. He would be appearing there.. Soon.

{How often do you drip at the thought? How often do you touch yourself, wishing it was my hand?}

Zack couldn't stand much more of it.

"B-boss-"

Zack gasped as he was suddenly pushed onto the drawer table, knocking everything else off, and being pinned to it.

The large hand across his back applied just the faintest more pressure as the assailant bent down.

"How often? Hmm? Its a simple question, no?"

Zack whimpered, hiding his face in his arms. His legs were shaking, so much so they were going numb.

He drew in a breath through clenched teeth at the touch of a hot hand on the inside of his thigh, the thumb rubbing circles.

"Answer me, Zack.."

Slenderman's voice waa soft, tender, like he was talking to a lost puppy.

Slenderman nestled his face into the crook of Zack's neck, forcing Zack to move his arm away, to give him more room. Zack whimpered at the feel of the flat to Slenderman's mouth resting on the back of his neck.

Zack shuddered as another hand rubbed up his leg, over the curve of his thigh and ass, and then over his back, drawing up his shirt and sweater.

"A..... A lot.... "

Zack's voice was so small, Slenderman barely heard it.

"Hmm? What was that, Zack?"

"A... A lot.."

The being hummed, kissing the back of Zack's neck tenderly.

"A lot what? Hmm?"

"I.. I thou-think of y... You.. U-um.. Fucking m-me a.. A lot.."

"Ahw.. No need to be so embarrassed Zackary," Slenderman cooed, "besides.. I have a fun night planned.."

The Slenderman gingerly wrapped a hand around Zack's neck, pulling him up enough he stood straight, pulling his body flush with his own.

"Why don't you go upstairs? There is something up in the master bedroom I want you to change into.."

Zack's body locked up, his eyes wide and face red.

He gasped, having to be held up by Slender's arms as he nearly fell, when Slenderman gingerly trailed his tongue up Zack's neck.

"I think it'll be really cute on you Zack, very cute on you..."

Zack shook, breath shaking too.

"You like onsies, right Zack?"

#creepypasta #slenderman #slenderman x oc #slenderman x oc smut #slenderman x zackary #slenderman x male oc #slenderman x male reader #slenderman x male!reader #slenderman x malereader #slenderman x trans oc #slenderman x trans y/n

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bluenet13 · 2 years

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Love in the Line of Duty (a Chenford Valentine’s Day Story)

Despite Tim's careful planning, unsolicited suggestions from their friends, and their anticipation for the occasion, Tim and Lucy never make it to their Valentine's Day dinner.

AO3

Tim climbs the hill with the most advantageous view of the space below and crouches behind a tree, his eyes never straying too far away from the people he's watching. He looks on proudly as Lucy expertly takes down one of their marks from her position hidden behind some metal barrels and follows it with his own two shots. One hits its mark but the other bounces off the ground and misses its destination completely.

Before he can pull the trigger again, his attention is pulled to the roof of one of the buildings that overlooks the field. He sees a spark of sunlight hit the weapon on someone's hand and shouts a warning, "Lucy, get down!"

Lucy tries to dodge to the side, but there isn't much space in her hiding spot and instead Tim sees her slump forward, two smudges of red coloring her side. Minutes tick by as he waits for movement, but the only motion that comes is Lucy's body hitting the ground hard.

"Shit," Tim mutters, because this is not at all how he had planned to spend their first Valentine's Day together.

-x-x-x-

January 28

It had taken Tim one deployment to realize that giving up your life for the greater good also meant giving up your holidays. As a cop, things hadn't changed much, and he had been forced to miss many holidays in his time with Isabel.

The first few years of their relationship, and then marriage, had been good. But even then, they rarely got to celebrate on the actual day. It was usually at least a day or two early or late, but they had been together, and they had been happy. Until they were not.

It had started with a year in which they got fast food takeout for Christmas because they had been too tired to do anything else. And the problem wasn't the takeout, because they both loved their In-N-Out. It was more so the fact that he ate in his truck, and she locked herself up in their room. It was followed by a New Year's Eve where they didn't make it past eight, with him falling asleep on the couch while she took the bed. Then, a Valentine's Day that wasn't celebrated until March 14th. And it all ended with a year in which Tim spent all his holidays alone.

The memory hurts now, but it taught him that with Lucy, he wants things to be different, better, from the start. And by the power of God, or maybe Commander Grey and Lieutenant Pine, they both have Valentine's Day off.

Early one Saturday morning, he shoots her a text. "Don't make plans for the 14th." Quick and simple. He smiles, pleased.

Her response is immediate, and he smiles until he actually reads it. "14th of March? April?" That little devil, he thinks, and that's just the emoji Tim sends, followed by the blue heart and the cup of wine.

Belatedly, he remembers that Lucy once said that she used to spend Valentine's Day with Jackson, on the couch, watching rom-coms and eating overpriced holiday candy and junk food. And that it's now a tradition she shares with Tamara.

So, Tim quickly sends her another text. "Tell Tamara you can watch your corny movies on the 15th after shift. I'll bring the discounted candy."

"Who says you're invited?" Tim frowns, but before he can even begin typing an answer, Lucy sends another text. "Who am I kidding? You're always invited." Followed in quick succession by, "Don't forget the Lava Cake Kisses and Tamara's Raspberry Crème Kit Kats."

Lucy follows up the three texts with the smiley face with the three hearts and Tim's face inadvertently breaks into his best imitation of the emoji. He shakes his head, wondering when he reverted back to a smitten teenager, and sends her a final text, promising to do as requested.

-x-x-x-

As soon as Lucy feels the pain on her side, she knows she's been hit. The stickiness clinging to her shirt is another dead giveaway. She had heard Tim's shout and tried to run to safety, but the projectile had been faster.

She tries to get up, but her breathing is already shallow, and she only manages a step before she falls hard against the ground. Nearly out of breath and with her side burning, she allows herself a few seconds before she quickly gets up and takes cover behind a rundown shed.

Lucy isn't sure how long it will be able to protect her, but it is the best she can do with limited resources. Crouching so as not to be seen, she begins to assess her injuries. She winces as she removes the extra layers above her shirt and gently touches her side, wishing she could go back to a time when her biggest concern was her friends' inquisitive questions.

-x-x-x-

February 2

Lucy sits across from Angela and Nyla at a high table at a bar and quietly sips her Cosmopolitan. The conversation has just moved from Jack and Leah and baby pictures and now they're recounting their latest case. She laughs in all the right places, even asks a question or two as they go back and forth, but eventually sighs as she checks her phone and sees her notifications empty. She was supposed to be at dinner with Tim, but his case had run late so she had ended up joining the detectives for their usual girl's night, Wes and James having taken the kids to a movie.

Lucy checks her phone again a few minutes later, doing her best to hide her disappointment when Tim still hasn't texted, and sets it face down on the table.

That seems to be the sign Lucy hadn't known Angela was waiting for because she suddenly grins and turns to face her with an interest that makes her feel a little uneasy. "So, what are you girls doing for Valentine's Day?" Angela asks excitedly, making Lucy wonder if she's got fantastic plans already or if there's an ulterior motive to her question.

"Oh, James is taking me to dinner and Donovan is having Leah sleep over. Lila is very excited to show her little sister some changes she made to her room," Nyla says, then turns to look at her expectantly.

Lucy squirms in her seat and makes sure to level her voice as she explains, "No plans. You already know Chris and I broke up."

Angela and Nyla nod but their matching grins have Lucy's defenses rising. Her suspicions are proven correct when Angela shakes her head, looking at her with an amused smile. "I wasn't talking about Chris."

Lucy's eyes narrow as she tries to figure out if they can possibly know something and, if so, how much. She takes a sip of her drink then another and another, trying to buy herself time. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not seeing anyone." They had decided to keep things a secret and Tim hasn't said otherwise so she's willing to go down with their lie.

Angela shakes her head disappointedly, and Lucy knows she's planning her next move, but it's Nyla who speaks next. "We already know you're dating Tim."

Lucy's glad she hadn't been drinking then, or she's sure she'd be choking right about now. Nyla sounds matter of fact, which really doesn't surprise her, but there's a slight inflection to her tone that makes Lucy suspect she's only trying to make it sound like a fact, while in reality she's asking a question. "I don't know what you're talking about," she repeats, playing it cool, even if butterflies are making a ruckus in her belly.

Angela signals the bartender and asks for two vodka doubles, then adds, "Tim told me. There's no need to hide anymore."

Lucy has the distinct feeling this is how suspects feel while interrogated by the detective pair and considering she's guilty as charged she should be looking for a way to get out of this conversation, but she knows her friends are not about to back down. "There's nothing to tell," she tries, knowing Tim would have said something.

"Okay, he didn't tell me, not voluntarily," Angela says, accepting their drinks from the bartender and thanking him as she sets one in front of Nyla and pushes the other towards Lucy, grabbing her water and taking a long sip. "I questioned him, and he caved."

"Uh-huh." That sounds more like it, Lucy thinks, but is almost sure Tim would have mentioned it. She smiles at her friends and slowly begins drinking her vodka, biding her time and hoping she doesn't break first.

Surprisingly, it's Nyla who gives in before the other two. She throws her arms in the air and makes a sound that can only be described as a petulant whine. "Oh, come on, you had like five people quit or switch positions only to get Tim a new job."

"Yeah. And?" Lucy wonders, matching Angela's amused smile. "I would have done the same for you both if you were miserable at your new jobs."

Angela nods and pats her hand. "And we appreciate it, but that's not the point."

"We have seen the glances, the near touches. Your personal space was always this side of unprofessional but now it's basically nonexistent." Nyla piles on and Lucy realizes they're really not that good at hiding themselves. But they must be good enough because the other two are clearly grasping at straws now.

"You two almost kissed when he gave you the news!" Angela states, and Lucy just shrugs, grateful she possesses an uncanny ability to infuriate others, as she's done with Tim oh so many times.

Angela huffs and Nyla groans, and Lucy only smiles wider in return. "You're really not going to tell us?" Nyla asks incredulously. "I thought we were friends."

So, they're over playing bad cop and now into the good cop routine, Lucy realizes. Glad her college degree and UC skills come in handy when it comes to calling their bluff. "There's nothing to tell," she repeats, getting up from the table when she feels her phone vibrate. "But if there was, I'd say he's taking me to dinner in Malibu, then for a walk on the beach, before we end up with a movie on his couch. And maybe other activities in his bedroom. I got him a gift that we got to try out."

Lucy winks and excuses herself to the bathroom, leaving two wide-eyed detectives in her wake.

-x-x-x-

Tim isn't worried at first, but the moment Lucy stumbles and falls, his world is reduced to slow motion. He hears the echo of his own scream, then, just as suddenly, the victorious chants of the others as they celebrate. He isn't sure how he missed the one person who had Lucy in sight, but he had fucked up, and there is no denying it.

Even from a distance, Tim can see the pain etched on Lucy's face, but she doesn't make a sound. And he knows he has to act fast. He quickly makes his way down the hill, using trees, bushes and anything else he can find for cover.

Tim grumbles and ducks behind a boulder when he hears people coming. Forced to sit back and wait, he thinks back to the previous week and their friends' antics and wishes he had paid attention to their suggestions.

-x-x-x-

Week leading up to Valentine's Day

Tim Bradford prides himself in being a romantic man. Not when asking the wife who broke his heart for a divorce or when trying to convince her to open up to him for the millionth time. Not with a girlfriend who tries to get him to change every other date, or move to the other side of the country, or retire at the first injury she sees. And certainly not when he's playing a drug trafficker or practicing going undercover. But for the right girl, the one who's given him his heart back alongside hers, Tim can be the most romantic man on the planet.

For Lucy Chen, Tim calls in three favors, promises two of his own, and exchanges some of his Rams' tickets to get them seats at one of Malibu's most sought out restaurants. And he does all that for a place that offers mostly fish and vegetables and only has two steaks on the menu. But unfortunately, his friends don't know that, and he can't as well just tell them since he and Lucy are not supposed to be anything more than friends.

It all starts on Monday morning. Tim closes the door to his truck and walks to the elevator, then hears Harper's voice asking to hold the door for her. He does and a minute later she steps inside, holding a box full of folders. "Need help?"

Harper shakes her head but pushes up to look at him over the top of the box. "No, thank you. But if you do, let me know." He must give her a confused look because Harper smiles and adds, "For Valentine's Day. I know Lucy so if you need help shopping for a gift just give me a call."

The elevator pings its arrival and Harper is out and walking away before Tim can even pick his jaw from the floor.

Then it's Thorsen on Tuesday. They're standing in line at the food trucks when Thorsen turns to him with an apprehensive look. Tim wants to tell him not to bother with whatever it's he wants to say, but before he can make up his mind about it, Thorsen is already going on about a guy. "Hey, I know the guy that manages a lot of the top restaurants in LA, let me know if you need help with a reservation."

Tim shuffles on the spot, flustered and unsure what to say. "Uhh… okay? Thanks?" He mutters, trying to maintain his signature brand of stoic indifference, but Thorsen pays him no mind as he's in the middle of offering the services of his flower guy, chocolate boxes guy, and more surprisingly, even when it really shouldn't, his limo guy.

Then it's Juarez and Bailey. On Wednesday, he runs across Celina in the hall outside of booking, and she spouts some nonsense about horoscopes, compliments him on how beautifully his and Lucy's auras have aligned recently and hands him a list of presents for her moon sign, before running behind Nolan and conveniently avoiding him for the rest of shift. Then that afternoon he gets a text from Bailey reminding him which wine Lucy liked the last time they went to a barbecue at Nolan's. At that one, Tim rolls his eyes and sends a simple 'thank you', almost pointing out that he's known all of Lucy's favorites for years.

And it's like all of his friends had planned this and decided to leave the worst for last because on Friday morning Grey calls him to his office and asks how things are going.

"Everything is going well, sir," he answers, pleased to report good news even if the commander is technically not his boss anymore. "Already acclimated to the new unit and hopefully making a positive impact."

Grey nods his understanding and lets out a barely suppressed grin. "That's good to hear, but that's not what I meant."

"Sir?" Tim asks, confused.

"I meant you and Officer Chen," Grey says simply, hands folded over his desk and his expression calm as if they were just talking about the latest Dodgers game. "I've paired a lot of officers, and some have grown up to have great partnerships, if I do say so myself, but this is the first time one extends past the doors of Mid-Wilshire. So, you can say I have a lot riding on this."

Tim chokes on his next breath and Commander Grey chuckles, passing him a bottle of water. "We're doing well, sir," Tim says eventually, absentmindedly wondering if that's why he saw Grey passing Smitty a $20 bill last week.

"Well, that's good to hear. Luna and I have been to some very nice hotels in towns within driving distance of LA, just so you know, if you ever need a recommendation," Grey offers and Tim wonders if he's somehow crossed into the Twilight Zone. "Now, you're dismissed. Stay safe out there."

And just like that the conversation ends as if they had just talked about the latest case and not Tim's love life. He nods and leaves Grey's office looking positively dumbstruck.

Then on Friday evening, Tim is sitting alone in his new office, going over some paperwork, when he sees Angela walking to him. Instantly he wishes he was out on patrol where she couldn't do whatever she's about to do. This has been a long week and Tim is over being ambushed by his so-called friends.

"Timothy," Angela calls as she walks inside and pushes the door close behind her. She sits down on the corner of his desk like it's her office too and sets her hands expectantly on her knees. "Need any tips for Valentine's Day?"

Tim knows they're past the point of denying it, but that doesn't mean he has to open up either. He rolls his eyes, giving his best friend a classic Tim Bradford annoyed expression and turns back to the document in front of him.

"Hey, you don't have to accept or deny anything, okay?" Tim looks back up at that. He turns his head sideways and waits, knowing there's no way she's letting this go so easily. "We can just talk in hypotheticals here. I just don't want you to mess this up."

He scoffs, leveling Angela with a disbelieving gaze. "I was married for more years than you have been together with Wesley, you know."

"Yeah, and we both know how that ended up." Angela's tone is teasing but she still regrets the words when Tim's eyes darken, and he crosses his arms over his chest.

"That wasn't my fault," he says, trying but failing not to sound hurt.

Angela's grin fades and her eyes slowly widen, she puts her hands up in a placating gesture. "I know. I'm sorry. That wasn't meant to be a jab. It's just…" She trails off, shakes her head as she searches for the right words, settling on the truth. "I was by your side when things ended with Isabel, and I never want to see you like that again. And these last few weeks… I've never seen you this happy before. I don't know what happened, how it happened or who finally made a move, but happiness is a good look on you. And I just really want this to work out, you both deserve it."

Tim's expression softens and he nods, knowing that Angela might act like an annoying little sister, but like Genny, they only want what's best for him. "I know. But I've got everything under control, I promise."

"Okay, if you're sure. But if you change your mind and want some recommendations, you let me know," Angela offers. She gets up and turns to leave but hesitates with a hand on the handle. She turns back to Tim, looking like she wants to say something, but in the end shakes her head and opens the door.

Tim recognizes that look and, in that moment, countless days with her best friend flash through his memories and he realizes he owes her more than whatever this conversation was. "Ang, wait," he calls and mirrors her smile when she turns around expectantly. "If you're up for it I can stop by this weekend, and we can talk. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before but if you're interested, I can tell you how I asked her out. I'll even bring beer."

"Tim, you finally got the balls to ask the girl you've been pinning after for months, if not years, and she said yes, of course I want to know everything!" She walks back to his side of the office and squeezes his shoulder before ruffling his hair affectionately. "But make sure you bring some Ginger Ale and Lemonade too."

He starts to swat her hand away but stops mid-try, his eyes going wide as he splutters, "Gin… Ginger Ale? Wait… Wait, does that mean what I think?"

Angela's smile turns bashful when she nods and sets a hand over her belly. Tim gets up so quickly that he almost knocks his chair down and envelops her in a hug. "Congratulations," he breathes out, happy for Ang and Wes but also for himself because he gets to be an uncle to another baby boy or girl. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, Bradford. And I'm happy for you too." Angela pulls back and looks at him with a wry smile. "Mostly for us, because we're all tired of having to deal with your nonsense. But also, for you and Lucy."

Tim chuckles and pushes her away again. "Now go away, I actually have work to do. I'll see you on Sunday," he grumbles, although with the soft smile still lingering on his face, his words lack their usual gruffness.

As he says the words, Tim realizes he's actually happy about it and looking forward to an afternoon at the Evers' residence. Lucy has Tamara to talk to, and now he gets to do the same with his best friend. And it will be like the old days, when he used to bring a six-pack on Friday nights and tell her stories of the girl who broke his heart. Only this time he will tell her about the girl that put the pieces back together, even the ones missing since childhood.

And speaking of childhood, when Tim wakes up on Saturday morning, he sees a text from Genny asking if he needs help picking his outfit for Valentine's Day dinner. His only response is to throw the phone across the room and snuggle closer into Lucy's warm body.

-x-x-x-

Her side is throbbing, and her breathing is slow, but Lucy concludes that she should be okay for the time being. Turning around, she searches for Tim at his favorite vantage point, but he is nowhere in sight. She sighs, realizing he must have moved while she got to her new cover.

Alone and injured, Lucy closes her eyes and tries to formulate a plan. She knows Tim is coming for her, but she can't risk staying here like a sitting duck waiting for him to get here only so the others can take him out too. The pain in her side is also increasing by the second and she knows she should be trying to get to a first aid kit.

Lucy winces as she rises from the ground, leaning against the wall of the shed for support. She discards her gun, now useless, and clutches her side, gritting her teeth through the pain. She takes a few unsteady steps before her legs give way, so she carefully lowers herself to the ground with a muffled groan. Her breathing is coming in heavy, and she knows she won't be able to make it far on her own. Resigned, she closes her eyes and leans her head against the wall, distracting herself with memories of that morning, until her eyes snap open a moment later as she hears footsteps coming up beside her.

-x-x-x-

Earlier That Day

When Lucy wakes up alone on Valentine's Day she wonders if the last two months have been a dream but then she blinks awake and registers Tim's bed and now very familiar room and knows it's all really happened. Next comes in the delicious aroma coming from outside the room and Tim's voice softly humming to a love song she can't believe he's playing voluntarily, and Lucy is getting up and out of bed and tiptoeing to the kitchen before her next breath is even fully out.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Tim says, chuckling when she lets out a squeak at being caught trying to sneak up on him.

"Happy Valentine's Day," she whispers against his neck and wraps her arms around his waist, pulling him into a gentle sway to the music. "What are you making? It smells delicious."

Tim grins and sets one hand over Lucy's while he flips a pancake with the other, his smile growing impossibly larger when, instead of waiting for his answer, he feels Lucy rise onto her toes and set her chin on his shoulder, humming in appreciation when she takes in the pancakes and bacon.

"I hope it's okay," he says shily, turning to plant a kiss on her forehead.

Lucy tilts her head sideways, tapping a finger against her jaw, as if truly considering her answer, and takes advantage of his hesitation to steal a chaste kiss. She reaches behind him and snatches a piece of bacon from the pan, taking a bite and offering him the other half. "It's perfect," she breathes out, and kisses him again, just because she can.

Tim deepens the kiss before pulling back but not far, smiling against her lips. "Food's almost ready, I'll bring everything to the table."

Usually they do this part together, moving around the kitchen perfectly in sync as they cook, plate the food, and set the table, but today she nods and steps away so he can finish.

As Lucy turns around, she notices a bouquet of sunflowers on the kitchen counter. "Tim, these are beautiful! Thank you so much." Her eyes fill with tears of joy as she walks over to the counter and picks up the bouquet, breathing in its sweet fragrance.

A piece of paper falls from the base and Lucy kneels to pick it up, finding a card that reads, "For my sunshine on this Valentine's Day. Thank you for lighting up my life." And her smile in that moment puts all the sunflowers in the world to shame.

Lucy squeals and Tim almost drops the plates when she launches herself into his arms. In his rush to set them back down on the counter he loses his footing as he catches her and they both end up on the ground. They laugh, even as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her tight against him. "You're welcome, baby. I wanted to do something special to show you how much you mean to me."

Lucy looks up at him with as much adoration as Tim's ever seen directed at him and pecks him quickly on the lips before she tucks her head under his chin. "You always do, Tim," she whispers against his chest. "In words or in actions you've been showing me I'm special since my first year as a Rookie."

"Yeah." Tim sighs, managing to sound wistful even in the one word. "But back then I couldn't do this." He gently pulls her back and kisses her like their lives depend on it. She reciprocates and they keep going until their breakfast lays forgotten and cooled down on the counter above them.

As they lay there on the kitchen floor, surrounded by the delicious smell of bacon and the sweet fragrance of sunflowers, Tim and Lucy get lost in their love. The world around them fades as they take a moment to cherish each other, letting their bodies say what their words sometimes couldn't.

Finally, they sit up and Tim helps Lucy to her feet. They share a bashful smile as Tim hands Lucy her kimono and slips his shirt over his head. Breakfast ends up being colder than expected but the warmth within them is enough to compensate.

After breakfast, they head to Tim's room to get ready for the day. Tim watches Lucy step into his shower and takes a whole two minutes before he's going in after her.

Once they're both dressed and ready, somehow only being an hour later than scheduled, they head out into the world, knowing that as long as they're together, it's bound to be a great Valentine's Day.

-x-x-x-

Tim peeks around the edge of the boulder separating him from the people trying to shoot him and smiles when he sees two of his friends approaching. Confident of his abilities, he exposes himself, aiming quickly and taking out the two men with successive hits. He allows a moment to smile proudly at the small victory before he's sprinting down the rest of the hill.

Finally, he sees Lucy on the ground with her back resting against the wall of some kind of shed and rushes to her side. She seems to hear his footsteps and turns around, wide-eyed, one hand raising while the other presses against her side. But the moment her eyes land on Tim, she visibly relaxes and reaches for him.

Tim kneels down in front of her and opens his arms. Lucy comes in willingly but lets out a pained gasp when his arms close around her and he quickly pulls back, frantically looking all over body. "Luce, are you okay?" He asks, as he sits beside her, brushing the hair from her face.

"Y-yeah," she breathes out, shakily. "Just a bruised rib, I think."

Tim signs and runs his hand down his face, his expression a mix of concern and anger and a lot of guilt at the turn of events.

"Hey, this isn't your fault, alright?" Lucy says, squeezing his knee and trying not to wince when the movement justles her side.

As always, she knew him too well and could read him like a book, which is unfortunate for him when he's trying very hard not to ruin their Valentine's Day any further. "This was my idea and now you're hurt."

"It was your idea because you knew I would love it, Tim. And I did, I do. Shit happens, we know that." She gives him her best reassuring smile, but it disappears as she tries to stand up.

"Don't move," he orders, carefully pushing her hands away to inspect her side. His eyes narrow as he surveys the injury, gently prodding around the affected area. "Damn, that's gonna bruise. We need to get you out of here. Can you walk?"

Lucy wants to point out her side is already one big bruise but if that's what Tim needs to feel better about the whole situation, she's willing to give him that one lie. She nods, but then takes him in more clearly, noticing the lack of paint on his clothing, and shakes her head instead. "Wait, you haven't been hit yet. What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" He scoffs, but can't help but laugh at her question, even if the situation isn't even remotely funny. It's just such a Lucy thing to say. "You're hurt, paintball doesn't matter anymore. Now come on, I'll give you a hand."

"Paintball always matters!" Lucy cries, but still extends a hand and lets Tim pull her to her feet.

Tim helps her up, encircling a hand over her waist to support her weight as they make it back to the starting point. "I'm sorry," Tim says, regret and guilt heavy in his voice.

"It's okay, we couldn't know this would happen," Lucy says, trying to reassure him. "We have been here a bunch of times and never even seen an injury. It was just bad luck."

Tim nods, but silently wonders if he's the one that's bad luck. Luckily, he doesn't have much time to delve on it because they reach the lobby of the paintball park. He finds a nice spot for her to rest and sets her down on a bench while he goes to the front office to get a first aid kit.

There's not much he can do about a bruised rib, but he checks the area, using his army and LAPD knowledge to make sure it's in fact bruised and not actually broken. When he's confident in his assessment he gets her some ice, a bottle of water and some Ibuprofen, then wraps her abdomen, making sure she's comfortable before sitting down next to her.

Lucy chooses that moment to change positions and lay flat on the bench, head resting on his legs. She grabs the ice from his hand and settles it over her side, sighing in content at the instant relief.

"I'm sorry, Luce." Tim takes her hand in his, running the other through her hair. "I should have never suggested we do paintball on Valentine's Day."

Lucy shakes her head, and turns to look up, directly into his eyes. "It was just an accident, Tim. I'm okay."

He leans down and kisses her forehead. "I still feel terrible. Now we will miss dinner and you will be in pain the rest of the day." He decides then to call Aaron's restaurant guy and call in more favors to get them a new reservation for this following weekend.

"I've lived through worse," Lucy says, and squeezes the hand holding hers when he visibly tenses. "But it's okay, you'll make it up to me. Not that you have to."

"Is that so?" He questions, but the way his hand moves down from her hair to her side and barely past the waistband of her legging says that he definitely agrees so.

Lucy smiles, a wry, wicked one, and kisses him again, a promise of things to come. "Yes, definitely. We might not be able to go to dinner, but I've always believed we do the best celebrating at home."

Tim's eyes darken while another thing hardens but he tells his downstairs area to tone it down. "You're hurt, we won't be doing any funny business tonight."

"You're no fun." She pouts and punches his side playfully. "Too bad you'll be missing out on my gift then. I've got a very sexy babydoll with your name on it. And it's emerald green."

"Chen," he says, trying to sound threatening and bring back his T.O. voice, but her smile tells him he hasn't succeeded. "You're going be the death of me," he mutters under his breath.

Lucy chuckles and places her hands on either side of his face, pulling him in for a kiss. When they part, she looks proudly at his blown pupils and whispers, "Then it'll be a happy death."

Tim rolls his eyes but nods anyway. He's confident that she won't be the death of him, not yet at least. If he has any say in the matter, they'll have a long and happy life together, complete with a ring on her finger and children, grandchildren, and maybe even great-grandchildren.

"Now, take me home, Bradford," Lucy says, interrupting his thoughts.

Her words pull Tim back to the present and he breaks into a smile. Her Bradford sounds so familiarly exasperated and equally soft and it takes him back to her rookie year and the first time they came to this paintball field for a match. A mere months before that day, they had been forced together by default, but they had chosen each other every day since.

And as Tim helps Lucy up and into his truck, he knows that he'll always choose her. Before they head off, he turns to her and takes her hand in his.

"Luce, I know today wasn't exactly what we had planned for our first Valentine's Day, but I wouldn't have wanted to spend it with anyone else," Tim says, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Tears glimmer in her eyes as she looks at him, and she leans in to kiss him on the cheek. "Today was perfect, Tim. You make every day special just by being you."

Tim's heart swells and takes over his brain as he blurts out the words that have been on the tip of his tongue for months, "I love you."

Lucy's eyes widen and she smiles. "I love you too."

They sit for a moment with only the echo of those words filling the silence before Tim starts the engine and drives off into the night. The sun has set, but their love continues to shine brightly, and they know it will only continue to grow stronger with each passing Valentine's Day.

#the rookie #Chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford fanfic

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Tabby, Tuxedo, White Cat, Tortoiseshell, Maine Coon, and Sphynx for Katsuki!

Thank you anon! I'd love to :)

Tabby: Is your f/o snuggly? Are you? If so, what are your favourite ways to cuddle?

kat: all the damn time. not that i mind anymore, i’ve gotten used to her being clingy as hell. can’t really fall asleep without her being next to me anyways, i have to drag her ass to bed and hold her all night so she doesn’t stay up watching fuckin’ tv. rei: he can deny it all he wants, but no one is cuddlier than him after a long ass work day. he’ll come home and unwind before sitting on the couch with me, bullying his way between my legs to lay on my stomach and fall asleep. i’ve had to carry his ass to bed many nights cause he’s too stubborn to move and wants to stay put! kat: …shut up. it’s comfortable, alright?! why would i use a pillow when i have you? rei: see? told ya.

Tuxedo: Do you both prefer fancy dates where you dress up, or casual dates?

kat: we’re definitely on opposite ends with that. i prefer nicer dinners as an excuse to see her in sleek black dresses and show her off. is it selfish? absolutely. do i care? no. she’s mine at the end of the day and i get to spoil her - ‘s a win win for me. rei: i love getting dressed up, but sometimes going down to the local ice cream shop and stalking around the local arcade to win random prizes with fried snacks is my favorite kind of date night. i won’t complain about nice dinners, though. have you seen him in slacks? he always looks damn good.

White Cat: Are your f/o’s eyes particularly striking to you? In what way? Do they find themselves captivated by yours, in turn?

kat: ‘course they are. hard not ta get lost in ‘em. rei: like you even have to ask - have you seen them? they’re gorgeous. especially if you catch him lost in thought, they sparkle like the reflection of a gemstone. or when he’s really fired up about something? they really shine then. kat: [turning his head away in embarrassment]

Tortoiseshell: Who has the worse temper? Can you get snippy with each other?

kat: …plead the fifth. rei: pfft, there’s your answer. it’s all outta love, though…mostly.

Maine Coon: Are you a stay at home couple, or do you like going on trips together?

kat: gettin’ out of the city is always my choice. rather be tucked away in a cabin somewhere or layin’ on a beach, unbothered and quiet. stayin’ home is fine, especially in our line of work but if it’s an option, i’m packin’ our bags and out the door with her over my shoulder. rei: agreed! couldn’t have said it better. there’s just something nice about getting away from home and the hustle of our schedules as heroes to just be…human.

Sphynx: Who prefers wearing sweaters the most? Neither, both? Do either of you knit? Would you ever wear matching sweaters?

kat: what kinda question is that? if i’m cold, i’m gonna wear a damn sweater. i fuckin’ hate the winter. we’ve worn matching christmas sweaters and that’s it - once and never again. i only did it ‘cause she made ‘em for us. rei: the only time i tried to knit something, they turned out okay! i thought it would be cute, and we were! no matter what he says. i steal most of his hoodies around the house cause i’m always cold year round, but he probably wears sweaters more in just the winter than i do all year long. he’s adamant about not being cold.

#f/o ask game #f/o imagines #self ship ask game #self ship asks #katsuki bakugo #☆.ask rei #☆.ExplodingStars #☆.katsurei

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universal-kitty · 2 years

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.: 5 Years of Purrfect Anarchy :.

Just as the title says! It’s been 5 years since this ship started...and it’s due time for the duo to mull over that. What it means...and how the future will go.

“Can you believe it’s been 5 years already...? Where does the time go?”

“Hopefully somewhere fun,” Wrench mused, fussing with the remote. “...Very fun. Hint, hint.” A beat of silence, before, “You know, in case you didn’t catch on what I was going for, I was trying to imply-”

“You’re a dork.” Kat shot him a look from over their shoulder, but the grin on their face showed their true feelings. Well, not that “dork” had ever been anything less than a tool of shenanigans and tomfoolery; rare that words were ever weapons in their home. “You gotta keep ruining my lovey-dovey mood with your endless horny~?”

Wrench, to his credit, just laughed. “C’mon, you knew what you signed up for! I’m nothing less than honest.”

...Kat gave him a long stare and a raised brow for that line. He didn’t even need to look at it for him to laugh harder; they sighed, rolled their eyes...but an affectionate smile remained on their lips, finishing tidying up the laundry- folded and all- before making their way back to their husband, sitting beside him on the couch. It was second nature for him, lifting his arm up so they could cozy under it.

It was new to be dragged backwards- Wrench giving up on the controller for the time being- and getting a full hug-cuddle out of it. Eh, not that Kat was gonna complain about that; sighing in contentment and curling closer to him.

For a time, it was quiet. His heartbeat in their ear, hands idly rubbing their back... It was easy to let their eyes fall shut for a moment or two, soaking in the comfortable quiet. The warmth in the apartment... Perhaps their kitten- Princess Leia- asleep somewhere. The shared bed most likely.

The silence was eventually broken when he spoke up again, voice quiet and soft.

“You try and tell me I would’ve been in the best relationship of my life 5 years ago, and I would’ve called ya a liar.” They blink at first, head tilting to look up to him. It’s not a wrong thought; Kat wouldn’t have imagined feeling so good all those years ago, either. Being alone, slowly estranged from family... It’d been rough. For Wrench... Just as much, if not a little more so.

But looking up at him now... There’s a little hint of sadness in those eyes, but overwhelming it all is affection. So much of it that it chokes them up a little to see it. A reminder that, even through their awkward beginning and childish shenanigans... It all ended up here. Happiness built out of stubbornness, love, hard work, and the persistent comfort they repeatedly found in each other.

“Not the only one,” they mused softly, a little joking...a little sincere. “Granted, less I would’ve expected to be this happy... More like you were kinda a dickish clown.” His eyes lit up, grinning as he chuckled, kissing the top of their head; right at the hairline, nuzzling there a moment.

“Fuck, you got me there, baby. I was an asshole, huh?”

“Tell me about it,” they ribbed, laughing. “You’re still an asshole, though. I just love you for it now.”

“Sweet! I’m annoying and lovable!!” That got Kat to start cackling, head thrown back and body shaking at his delighted declaration. Yeah, the shenanigans never stopped in this house... Not that either would complain; especially Wrench, eyes widening in delight as Kat climbed over him, straddling his hips.

“Mhm, the worst...but the best, too.” They knew their own expression; eyes just as soft as his had been earlier, though with that playful glimmer that- by his own admission- made his heart flutter. (To a sickening degree, he mused with a laugh. Don’t ever stop it, though.) “Best of me, best of you?”

“I woulda thought I’m the worst,” he hummed, eyes glancing down. Admiring the view, looking away, hands rubbing their thighs... He could still be so shy sometimes. Like a teen who feels like he got in over his head; waiting for the perfect dream to end.

He’s still gotta stop it, though. And Kat’s more than willing to get him outta his head; leaning forward so their hands can cup his cheeks, tilt his head back up to them.

“You know how I feel about that, Reg,” they whisper softly. Thumbs stroking the roundness of his cheeks until those eyes flutter shut. “Even if you call yourself an idiot, you’re my idiot. Fuck everyone else, yeah? Don’t even listen to your own damn head; like you told me, once.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, lip trembling for a moment before he swallowed it down; though his beautiful, cloudy-ocean colored eyes would flutter open shiny with raw emotion. “...You are the best of me, though, Rach. I’m so fuckin’ lucky to have you.”

It’s been five years, and yet his hands over their own... It still makes their breath hitch. Rough in spots where callouses left their mark, but notably getting softer since they’d gotten together. Nuzzling into their small hands, smile wobbling.

“You’re gonna make me cry,” Kat admitted, tone breathless. “Can’t keep doing that, Reggie...”

“I’ll kiss them away,” he promised, eyes meeting theirs. “Kiss you all damn over, until your... Our heads shut up. You deserve the best, and fuck if I won’t keep meeting you there.”

...That got them; tears rising up as Kat laughed softly, then leaned forward. He took them into his embrace, kissing all over their face. Arms tightening a moment around their body, loosening to rub their back soothingly again. His breath with hints of soda and pizza; lunch for the two of them. Any other day, a thing that was gross and worth teasing him for... But of course, it’s a weirdly welcome one today. Mixed with the trance scents of old leather and metal and cars...

It’s fucking love. In every corner of the both of them. Kat’s hands tighten their grip on his hoodie, sighing shakily.

“Here’s to another year of us... Huh, Reggie?”

“Forever, kitten,” he purred, pausing in his kisses to mutter it directly into their ear. “I gotcha forever...and every year that with it. Not getting rid of me.”

A shared, breathless laugh between them...and they’d be curled up that way for awhile, yet.

Bonus:

“Oh, and by the way,” Kat mentioned later, overseeing the pan-cooked chicken they were making for dinner that night. “I kinda thought I was overthinking things, so it took me awhile to confirm it... But my period’s been late. For two months.”

“Damn... Is that good news or bad n-” Wrench wasn’t even able to finish his sentence before his eyes popped wide, accidentally slamming the pause button on his game to rush to the kitchen. (And almost falling over in the process; half-ramming his thigh into the dining table.) “WAIT. You’re not saying-?! That you-? That we’re-??”

“Could be,” Kat hummed, unconcerned at the thought; smiling a little in amusement, even, eyes crinkling. They were both doing a lot better these days; if this was happening... “Gonna buy a test tomorrow.”

“FUCK THAT,” Reggie screeched, running back for his shoes, keys, and mask. “I’m getting them TONIGHT. Finish making dinner! I’m getting them for you!!!”

#Aki Stories #otp; purrfect anarchy #I wanted to edit this some more #maaaybe see if I could add more wordcount #fuck it; have PA Anniversary fic already!!!#if I decide it needs to be polished later #Later Me can do it LMAO #(I'm still not feeling well)#(and kinda just want this Out There Already)

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hopefulstarfire · 2 years

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Shieldshipping for the OTP ask meme? (As many questions as you want.)

I'm feeling a little silly and goofy so let's go with all of them. I will be putting a read more up here too bc these are gonna be long lmfao. Thank you for the ask!!!!

1. Who wakes up first?

Maddox does for work, though Rishid's usually not far behind him. If it's a day off for Maddox though, he is sleeping in.

2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Maddox.

3. Who takes longer getting ready?

Probably Rishid, just because he likes to take his time enjoying his morning and enjoying the peace and quiet before he gets downstairs.

4. When they can’t sleep, what do they do?

They both usually stay cuddling, though Rishid likes to read his books and Maddox will have his earbuds in watching B99, the Office, Always Sunny or any of Gordon Ramsey's shows. He likes getting to look over and see Rishid's little expressions over certain scenes in his book, and Rishid always enjoys hearing Maddox's quiet little mumbling commentary.

5. Who falls asleep while watching a movie?

They both do at this point. If they go to watch a movie together after they put the girls to bed, they're both just out like a light on the couch halfway in.

6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile?

RISHID.

7. Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines?

Maddox. He pulls them up on his phone and will go to wherever Rishid is in the house with a shit eating grin and wrap his arms around him and ask him. Or he'll text them to him throughout the day.

8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart?

Maddox. But it's never if he's playing with Rishid and the twins. He enjoys his quality family time. It's when he's playing with like Kat or Marik or some of the others. Because they antagonize him, especially Marik, and he's tired of getting blue shelled consistently.

9. Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling?

Maddox.

10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back?

It's not really their style at all.

It's Marik who does that to them.

11. Who rearranges the bookshelf/DVD shelf in alphabetical order?

Rishid. I think there's one day he and Maddox are cleaning the house together and he just decides that's more efficient to have it that way and looks nicer.

12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes “Guess Who” thing?

Maddox, though it's a little while into the relationship. Mostly because he does not want to sneak up on Rishid and scare the shit out of him early on.

13. Who points out a dog when they see one?

Their daughters, like, before even Maddox can. They spot the dogs and Maddox is immediately like where--

14. Who’s prone to road rage?

I don't think either of them really get road rage. Rishid's pretty chill and Maddox usually is too. But if something irks him he's going to start grumbling.

15. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoor (or to sleep)?

Rishid for indoors and sleeping. Maddox is also indoors but he refuses to sleep in socks.

16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)?

Rishid. He always has it for Maddox, but especially for the girls because he knows they got the paler complexion and he's worried they'll get really burnt.

17. Who carries all the important documents while traveling?

They both do. They actually do an itemized checklist together to make sure they have everything when it comes to not just the documents, but literally everything else.

18. Who gets the window seat?

Rishid. Maddox knows how much he enjoys getting to look out at the world below and all of nature and the sky in its glory.

19. Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other?

Maddox does, unintentionally, in his sleep.

20. What do they argue about the most?

They're not much of a couple to argue, but Maddox does fret a little because Rishid will lay his life on the line to protect everyone and self sacrifice a lot and Maddox just wants to make sure that he's happy and loved and also not being completely stubborn because sir you were struck with lightning once already let's keep that from happening again.

21. Who’s clumsier?

They're both decently graceful.

22. Who texts more often?

Probably Maddox and it's because he's sending Rishid memes while he's at work and Rishid's like "habibi you have tasks to focus on" "eh, my tech runs itself, look at this funny dog video".

23. Who is better with kids?

They're both equally great with kids and it's one of the things that drew them to each other; Maddox saw how great Rishid was with the twins and Rishid saw him as this amazing father and how much love he had.

24. Who’s the better cook?

I think Maddox just slightly because cooking is his great passion, but there are definitely recipes that Rishid's a lot better at. Rishid also is the person that fines the best fresh groceries and it's definitely helped improve Maddox's recipes tenfold.

25. Who mistakes salt for sugar?

They both have once or twice, mainly when they were really tired.

26. Who puts the fork in the microwave?

Neither of them.

27. Who cooks at 2 in the morning?

Probably Maddox.

28. Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m.?

Neither. I think they'd both feel so bad if they woke everyone in the house up.

29. Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies?

Maddox. If Rishid's making them though, he gives the spoon and batters to the girl.

30. Who likes doing the dishes?

Rishid likes to do them if Maddox cooked and Maddox likes to do them if Rishid cooked.

31. Who has bigger cravings? What are they?

Rishid makes this mouth wateringly good lentil soup and Maddox will get these big cravings for it, especially when he's sick.

32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Rishid. He's very observant and always keeps notes of what everyone likes and goes for and what they dislike. It also makes it a lot easier when the twins are sitting there like "ummmmmm....hmmm...."

33. How do they eat ice cream? What’s their favorite flavors?

Maddox absolutely loves ice cream sandwiches, they're his main goal to, but he likes butter pecan cones and the brownie batter blizzards from Dairy Queen.

Rishid I think really likes strawberry ice cream cups, he'd rather that than a cone.

34. Do they go on dates? What are they like?

They go on dates fairly often. They go on dates to the park with the girls, out to eat, to the library or even out to their backyard to do some stargazing with each other. There's some Botanical gardens outside of Domino that they really enjoy too. Literally anything they can do that's going to be nice quality time with each other is a date for them.

35. What do they smell when they smell amortentia?

I have apparently blocked Harry Potter so much out of my subconscious I had to look this up and I originally thought "is that food? Is this like the cilantro thing?"

Rishid would probably smell like fresh blankets right out of the dryer, spaghetti being cooked and the smell of Maddoxs cologne. Maddox would probably snell Rishids lentil soup, campfire and the shampoo his man's uses.

36. Which one is the secret snuggler?

No one expected Rishid to be a fucking cuddle fiend but this man is touch starved and just wants to hold Maddox close to him and enjoy his presence and let his guard down for a while.

37. Which one offers their jacket to the other when they complain they feel cold?

Maddox is. Rishid acts like he's not cold and that he wore enough layers but Maddox will catch him very subtly shivering and he's like "babe babe take this take this it's okay I'm a furnace I will be fine."

38. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving?

RISHID. If Maddoxs hands are off the steering wheel for any reason it is solely to steal some of his daughters fries from Burger World for the Dad tax. Because otherwise his father would beat his ass.

39. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch? (Bonus: What does it say?)

Rishid and the girls do it for Maddoxs lunches for work all the time and they usually have the girls drawings and it's the cutest thing for him. Usually they're little encouragements like "have the best day ever" or "We love you very much" and they're so cute Maddox about tears up every time.

40. Who is the most affectionate?

They both are, but I think Maddox was the most affectionate at first, until Rishid felt like he could initiate it more. They both love doing forehead touches and finding each others hands to hold in any situation. They're very huggy too and Maddox isn't afraid to just fucking dip kiss him in public tbh.

41. Who is the big spoon/little spoon?

They will swap every now and again, but Maddox enjoys being the big spoon and having Rishid as the little spoon. But Rishid enjoys both acts, but, if he's having a rough night, he wants to hold Maddox and feel like he's got him and can protect him.

42. What is their favorite feature of their partner?

For Rishid, it's Maddoxs arms. They always feel like home and are warm and welcoming. He feels his best and his dafest being held and holding him. He also loves all of Maddoxs tattoos and tracing his fingers along them when they're cuddling; each tell a story that's so uniquely Maddox.

For Maddox, it's Rishids eyes. They're both very much like a cats but also they look like a couple of different gemstones. He loves seeing how they light up when he gets excited and how they soften so much when the girls come running up to their Abi.

43. What is the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

When they both realize they have feelings for each other (for Maddox, it's more like he realized "ohhhh these are even deeper than I thought FUCK") it's very much a thing of they're trying to play it so casually with each other while screaming internally because neither of them know if they should admit they have feelings or not.

When they do confess, the first thing that changes is that they start slowly but surely being more physically affectionate.

44. What are their nicknames for each other?

Maddox tends to stick with babe, Rishid calls him habibi.

45. Who worries the most? Over what?

They both worry an equal amount namely as like. The big brother's of their group constantly in charge of making sure nobody fucking dies and also they're the parents of twins. They worry all the time 😂. Also look at their fucked up lives it's normal.

46. Who initiates kisses?

Typically it's Maddox, but he always gets super excited when it's Rishid and flustered.

47. Who says I love you first? How did it happen?

Maddox and it's because it slips out talking to Rishid about how much he cares about him and means to him and it slips out so naturally and they're both just staring at each other like Oh my God that just got said oh fuck.

48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?

Rishid. He mostly wants to make sure his brother and sister approve and they're just happy that he's choosing happiness for himself. He wanted their blessing because his siblings mean everything to him.

50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness?

49. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

I think they're pretty self sufficient and try and focus on tasks they need to get done or just their leisure time or hanging out with the others! But they make sure to call each other every night and say good night and I love you.

Probably Rishid and it's because he's not used to it bc Trauma.

#shieldshipping #rishid ishtar #odion ishtar #maddox griffin #yugioh #ygo #yugioh ocs #ygo ocs #yugioh oc #ygo oc #oc x canon

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caotictimmy · 9 months

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Omg I like jjk😱…HIA GUYS… (not me acting like I didn’t take a break from 3 month) uhm…. I’m just gonna drop this as an apology for being gone so long erm..love you munchies… but todays topic is jjk!!!!! Yay:3333 but uhm I’ll post a request list soon ok😕STOP ATTACKING ME!!?😟

Random jjk smut headcannons

Nanami

✮ Ok this is random as fuck but, if he’s had a bad day, he just wants you cuddling him, while cock warming him, being as close to you as possible comforters him so much it’s un real.

✮Nanami can switch how he’s gonna fuck/make love to you depending how he feels, he’s had a good or sad type of day, he’s gonna treat you like you made earth itself, praising on praising, the amount of praise he gives you is actually unreal, but if he’s mad???? Oh baby your in for a LONGGGGGGG night. He will fuck you so hard the bed is broken and there is a indent in the bed where he plowed you.

✮This man is not scared of a little weight, so why won’t you sit on his face:( if you do finally agree to it. You ain’t leaving until this BIG HULKING MAN gets his fill, so you gonna be there for a while, if you keep moving he will grip your ass, giving it a quick smack, since his mouth is busy at the moment he uses his hands to tell you to quite squirming.

✮best out of aftercare, HE IS THE AFTERCARE KING ONG⁉️⁉️⁉️you can not tell me I am wrong. He’s so sweet it’s teeth rotting, he’ll run you a warm bath, makes sure you get a quick snack and lots of water, he gets you all cozy in bed and rub your back, or any markings or bruises he might have left behind.

✮Nanami’s a service dom leaning on soft dom I feel like, but don’t let that foul you, he isn’t afraid to go rough with you. He doesn’t mind subbing time from time

Gojo

✮This man has a oral fixation, I swear on my life bro, he always has something In his mouth, weather that be lollipops, pencils, pens, hell even his own damn fingers sometime, but ever since he’s had you, oh boy does he use that to his advantage. You could be chilling on the couch, and all of a sudden there he is sucking on your neck while watching the tv, like he isn’t fucking Edward from twilightihg your shit rn, buds a menace Istg.. if he’s ever angry just pop a tit out (man boobs count to) and bro would start sucking like he wasn’t just yapping about the stupidest shit (I still love my little Kit Kat bar<3 )

✮firm believer in thighs save lives, hell he might have made that saying himself, if he has the chance to to lay In between your thighs, HE WILL, he doesn’t care when or when, he sees the chance he takes it, bro if you smush his head a bit, he’s gonna need new pants, bud is horny, but this also kinda ties in with his oral fixation I feel like he has a fidgeting problem so I feel like we would grab the skin of your thighs/legs and just mess with it, doesn’t even have to be nsfw, he just likes doing it.

✮this man’s stamina is on god mode,you could be hanging on by a thread and he isn’t even breaking a sweat, like it’s Acually concerning how fast and long this man can go on for.

✮Gojo’s pretty good at it, it’s not god aftercare but your never disappointed, he gets you all cleaned up, makes sure you have water by your side and, makes sure you fall asleep before he does.

✮I don’t know where he falls in line he’s not a exactly a soft dom but he isn’t a hard one either really, he’s like the perfect balance, he dosnt care to much but he prefers doming

Geto

✮This kinky fucking dude, he’s up to try a lot of stuff, he’s a very open person, so if he doesn’t like it, he’ll tell you, he’s not one to keep secrets from you in the bedroom, he’s very bold in bed, so trying new stuff never really scared him

✮Geto’s definitely into bondage, depending on how comfortable you are with it, it can go from ties, ribbons to handcuffs and rope real quick. Not only does he like how it looks on you, he knows you trust him that much that you let him tie you up, that you gave him control over you, even when you didn’t have to, and even if he’s being rough with you, he always has that in the back of his mind while your tied up.

✮Geto likes overstimulation and edging, edging you untill your in the brink of crying, making you beg him for release, and then like a switch of a flip, he’s going at it until you are crying, you would have came so much you lost track.

✮Geto’s probably the 2nd best at aftercare, since he does go pretty rough some times, he has to be good at it, he’ll make sure he cleans you up,

Changing the sheets and cuddling you while rubbing your hand in his.

✮Geto’s a hard dom but can be soft some times, I don’t think he likes subbing to much, but he would only really do it for special occasions or if you beg him hard enough

Choso

✮Choso has the biggest praise kink know to man, the moment you start praising him in bed, it’s like he goes Turbo mode, trying to please you as best as he can, just so he can here the sweet sweet praise that falls from your mouth, he will do almost anything to here you praise him, likes he would kill a man type almost anything😭

✮Choso’s not that a possed to public or semi public sex, he doesn’t like to do it often, but if he’s feeling that needy, he wouldn’t mind dragging you to a near bye closet or changing room to rail the living day lights out of you, then he walks you out like he didn’t just run the whole ass polar express on you.

✮Choso loves seeing you wear his cloth, wether they be tight or loose on you, I think he has a small possessive side to him and seeing you wear his clothe just really gets him going, if you even TRY to wear his clothe outside of the house, you won’t be able to have it 2 feet from the door before he’s dragging you into the bedroom

✮like Gojo, Choso is pretty regular in aftercare, you guys clean up, he makes sure your hydrated tho, he might actually throw a hissy fit if you don’t wanna drink any water after, he knows your body needs it.

✮he’s a switch, teetering on dom, he doesn’t really care who’s dominant or submissive, he’s just happy to be doing this with you

AUTHOR NOTE: hi guys… sorry for being gone so long I had no motivate and winter depression was hitting harder then the dead grandpa jokes I tell, I hope you guys havd or have a wonderful chirsmas break and I hope you have a happy holidays! (I wrote this at 3-4 am)

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