#but look let me distract you with cuddle piles

[winterarmyy]

Baby, Fever & Cuddles

Glimpses of the grumpy chubby alpha!bucky's love life.

Summary: When Y/N unexpectedly cancelled their date plan, Bucky’s troubled mind seemed to jump right into the worst case scenario, but the reality was not quite what he thought.

Note: This is a part of 《 And You're Mine 》 AU.

Pairing: chubby alpha!bucky x omega!female!reader

Words: 3.5k++

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics. fluffy and soft feels with our chubby!alpha!bucky.

P/S: My writing is quite rusty after months of not utilizing it, so forgive me for that. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this short fic and happy reading! 🤍

Read my other works here: Masterlist

Bucky has been staring, or more accurately, glaring at the reflection of himself for far too long now. Completely distracted with the image on the mirror, he did not notice how his well-made bed is now crowded with piles of his clothing items.

Hoodies, jeans, dress-shirts and even the dinner suit that he got last year; they were all mixed up in an untamed way. He might need a couple of hours to re-organize those but it does not matter right now.

What matters is what should he wear for his second date with y/n? So far everything he tried on was either too fancy or too tacky. “For fuck’s sake, it’s just a coffee date. Just pick one and go, Jesus.” Bucky’s inner Alpha has been nagging him to get this over with, because he’s going to be late to the date, especially if he plans to pick-up a bouquet for her.

Now standing in his red Henley, which he deemed was appropriate, he could not look past the soft bulge on his stomach. The bright colour of the fabric did nothing to hide the unflattering shape of his belly. He twisted his body to the side and unintentionally grimaced at the sight.

Bucky instinctively sucked in a deep breath, trying to hide the extra fat of his body; giving a glance of the shadow of his past self when he was but a man with a well-built body.

Bucky sighed out the breath that held, and his belly naturally morphed into the original shape. He really can’t hide his imperfections; not his belly nor his prosthetic arm. As he stares at the source of his insecurities, he remembered the night of his first date with her;

"Because Bucky, you are as lovable as a person can be." She placed his palm on either side of her cheeks, purring as the sensation on skin felt so right, "And I am absolutely honoured and proud to be standing here with an alpha like you." She smiled like she was the happiest omega on earth.

His cheeks heats into shades of red and pink as the memories remind him of her; the softness of her skin against his palms, that cute little purr she made and her sweet scent that he was already addicted to.

Before the blood managed to rush further down to his spine, he shook off the unholy thoughts produced by inner alpha. Bucky glanced at the mess on his bed from the reflection of the mirror and let out a sigh before glaring at himself, “What are you so afraid of?”.

Now that he was standing in front of her apartment, Bucky suddenly remembered why.

His heart pounds, his palms were sweating within his leather gloves, his fingers fiddled with the delicate material of the bouquet wrappings. The second date is different compared to the first; there’s more expectation, which means there might be more disappointment awaits.

Not that he would be displeased with y/n but he is afraid that she will be with him. A few sweet words that she spoke on their first date might work to calm him down at the moment, but it is not enough to make his years worth of insecurity disappear completely.

Bucky gulped nervously as he lifted his hand towards the door; he knew that he was quite early from the promised time, but he couldn’t help it. As much as he is afraid of what will come, he was as excited to see her again. She had been occupying his mind like no other; he misses her. A lot.

When he was about to knock on the door, his phone rang. Slipping it out of his pocket, his phone almost fell from his hands, when he read the name on the caller’s placeholder. Y/N. He took a deep breath and slid the icon across the screen, “Hello. Hi” Bucky’s tongue was already tied with just two words out.

“Hi, Bucky.” she greeted with softly. That alone was enough make his heart skipped a beat. “Hi, y/n.” Bucky could not control the dreamy undertone in his voice, if only she could see the soft haze in his gaze, “What’s up?”

“Really, Bucky? ‘What’s up’?” he mentally scolded himself for this choice of words. A brief silence followed his question. “Was that… hesitation?” a thought popped at the back of his head. “Ummm, listen, Bucky…” her voice dripped with uncertainty.

Bucky’s fist around the stem of the bouquet got a little tighter when she continued, “..I’m sorry. But, I think we should cancel our plans today. Umm, some, uh, something came up and I think I can’t make it...” Her cryptic reasons were just a buzzing sound in his ear now.

What was he expecting? That this time it’ll be different? He’s finally gonna have the happy ending he deserves? No. Of course, not.

“What was I thinking?” Bucky’s head slightly lean forward as he try to recollect himself, “I understand.” He replied. y/n quickly apologised for her sudden decision but Bucky was not really listening.

He was just trying to clear out the dark clouds in head by leaning his head to the apartment door. But when his hand was trying to support his weight against the wall, he accidentally pressed the doorbell.

“Shit!” he cursed under his breath. Panic arose when y/n asked if he could hold for a minute while she get the door. “No wait! y/n don--”, a few milliseconds later, the door was wide open, revealing the omega who's been occupying his mind for weeks.

“Bucky?” Her eyes widened; shocked at first but morphed into a pleasant smile. “You’re here?” she was awfully in glee to see the alpha, especially when she saw the pretty bouquet of carnations in his hand. But the joy only lasted for a short moment, until she realised, “Don’t tell me you were already here when I called you…” a soft gasp came from the smaller, her eyes glistening with guilt.

Bucky thought that there’s no way to go about this other than telling the truth, “Yeah. I’m sure you have a good reason to cancel our date. And since you’re here, umm, here.” hands trembling, he extended the bouquet towards her, his gruff exterior softened by the shy smile on his lips, “….for you.”

y/n’s cheeks flushed with delight as she accepted the flowers, “Awww, Bucky.” She held the soft petals towards her face, inhaling the spicy clove-y scent. Reminded by the time she first met him, the corners of her lips curled upwards into a tender smile before looking up at him with a sparkle of alluring mischief in her gaze.

In that split second, something was triggered at the back of Bucky’s mind. It seemed like he had seen this view before. In fact, it is almost identical. Including this very moment, when she tiptoed upwards, her tender gesture of cupping one side his chubby cheek and her soft lips pressed on the other, "Thank you for the flowers, alpha." She whispered against his skin.

When the omega looked up at him with that sweet smile on her lips, his inner alpha was ready to pounce on her and it was all from just that one innocent kiss, “You’re welcome, doll” His hand snaked around her waist, pulling her body close to his, “Glad you liked it.” He returned her kiss with his own, a gentle grab on the side of her head and a loving kiss on her cheek.

A pleasant shiver crawled all over his body, his cheeks heated up and his ears reddened. Bucky’s eyes soften into a hazy gaze that if she look closely, she might see hearts twinkling in his ocean blues.

He wanted more. More of her lips, more of her gentle touch. More of her.

Before the sounds of their soft laughter could spread, the loud shrieking sound of a crying baby coming from y/n’s apartment startled both of them to a freeze. y/n was quick on her feet, “Oh no, Daisy.” she gasped as she broke out from Bucky’s loose grip.

The omega purred in delight to his gesture, her hand instinctively went to grab on his shoulder; literally melting in his embrace when she lost her stance.

Good thing Bucky had his arms securely around her because if not she would’ve ended up on the floor. Bucky chuckled amusingly when he slowly led her body to lean back, almost dangling on his arm, as his kisses lingered on her jaw.

“Come on in, Bucky.” she shouted when she entered the living room area. Bucky didn’t reject her offer, and stepped into the foyer. Closing the door behind him, he saw how some of her shoes were organised at the entrance; he quietly took off his shoes and slipped into one of the fuzzy guest slippers that was laid on the side.

Stepping further inside, he realised that this was his first time in y/n’s home. He felt a wave of warmth enveloped him like a comforting embrace. His eyes wandered around the corridor, noticing the photographs on the wall; each frame a snapshot of cherished moments frozen in time. Smiling faces gazed back at him, capturing the essence of love and laughter that filled the air.

As Bucky entered the living room, he was met with the sight of y/n tenderly coaxing a crying baby into calmness; swaying the little bundle to the rhythm of her quiet lullaby. His heart skipped a beat at the gentle scene, though he knew instinctively that the baby wasn't her own. Any other normal person would’ve thought the opposite. But the lack of semblance in their scent gave it away.

y/n glanced up, a mixture of apology and relief in her eyes. "This is Daisy, my next-door neighbour's baby girl," she explained, her voice soft with concern. "Her mother caught a high fever all of the sudden, and Mr.Scott is out of town for work.”

Bucky’s steps stopped when he reached by y/n’s side, “The couple is not from here. They just moved from the UK a few months ago. They don’t have any family here.” Bucky silently listened to her explanation as his eyes peered at the baby in her arms; now calmed and curious of the tall stranger next to y/n.

“I volunteered to care for her while the mother went for a checkup at the nearby medical centre." y/n explained as she softly wiped the remaining tears on Daisy's cheeks, "I'm sorry," y/n continued, her tone tinged with guilt. "I know it's selfish of me to cancel our date because of this."

Her teeth sunk into her bottom lips. “I could’ve suggested a day care or something. But instead, I took the job.” She chuckled when Daisy babbled some incoherent words.

Bucky quickly intercepted her before she could come up with other lines of unnecessary explanation. He shook his head, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "No, don't be," he reassured her, his gaze softened as the baby chortled gleefully. "I can see why it's hard to resist."

The atmosphere shifted into something else; sweet and warm until the sound of the oven timer went off. "And that would be my lunch burning," y/n remarked, relief evident in her tone. Without missing a beat, she passed Daisy into Bucky’s arms, and he instinctively cradled her close.

It was his first time holding a baby. He knows that babies are small, I mean everybody knows that. But he never realises how light they are. No wonder people say they are fragile.

It's the softest thing he ever touched, he could not believe it. So, he does it again and again. Apparently it is amusing to Daisy that Bucky was playing with her cheeks, the little sweetheart squeal and chortle every time he poked his finger on her. There was no denying the fact that Bucky’s heart was tugged in several different directions whenever she shrieked in joy.

When Bucky’s hand reached to touch Daisy’s cheeks, he realised that maybe handling a baby with leather gloves and jacket was probably not the best idea. He skillfully took them off while cradling the baby close to his chest.

When he was done stripping to Henley, he brought his fleshed finger and poked Daisy’s round cheek.

Bucky momentarily lifted his gaze and observed the chaos unfolding in the kitchen with a sense of understanding, then turned his attention back to baby Daisy, who gazed up at him with wide, adoring eyes. "How about I stay and help you babysit little Daisy?" he suggested, a warm smile playing on his lips. "Seems like you could use a helping hand."

Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise, touched by his offer. "You would do that?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. "I don't see any reason not to," Bucky replied with a shrug. "We're…" his words halted when he thought about it, "…mates. No, not yet." his mind spoke. Stumbling over the word as he corrected himself. "You, You're my girl, after all."

A blush spread across y/n's cheeks at his words, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "Plus, I think little Daisy wants me to stay," Bucky continued, “Don’t you, flower?” his smile grew as the baby chortled and gurgled in agreement.

So, both of them took the role of being temporary parents while getting to know more about each other. If Steve was there to see this scene he’d tear up from how beautiful it was. The way they naturally tend to each other’s every need and how natural their chemistry clicked.

It was so effortless, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle finally finding their perfect fit. From the moment they stepped into the cosy haven of Daisy's world, there was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared connection that transcended mere words.

And the time flows like a gentle stream, Bucky and y/n found themselves swept up in the rhythm of their newfound relationship, even in the chaos of taking care of Daisy. Hours and hours passed, and when the sun set in the horizon, they nestled on the floor, a makeshift fortress of pillows and blankets cocooned them from the harsh reality of the outside world. Daisy, the tiny bundle of joy they were entrusted to care for, lay peacefully cradled in y/n’s arms.

As Bucky watched y/n’s gently sway with Daisy, he couldn't help but marvel at the tenderness in her touch. Her eyes sparkled with maternal warmth, a sight that stirred something deep within him. He had never seen such a sight before – so serene, so utterly captivating.

Daisy, in her innocence, reached out with tiny hands, her curious gaze fixating on Bucky’s metal fingers. With a playful gleam in her eyes, she chomped down on the cold material, eliciting a surprised yelp from Bucky. y/n chuckled softly, her laughter like music to his ears.

"Looks like Daisy's taken a liking to you," y/n remarked, her voice soft and affectionate.

Bucky grinned, gently wiggling his fingers out of Daisy’s mouth. His swift movement to wipe the string of saliva from Daisy’s mouth makes it look like Bucky was an experienced father, "Seems that way. Guess I'll have to watch out for that scary toothless mouth of hers."

The moment stretched on, each passing second filled with a quiet intimacy that seemed to enveloped them in a world of their own. Y/n leaned back against a mound of pillows, Daisy nestled contentedly against her chest. Bucky lay beside them, his gaze drifting between his omega and the sleepy child cooing on her chest.

Y/n's gaze lifted, her eyes meeting Bucky’s with a soft, shy smile playing on her lips. As she nestled further into the warmth of Daisy's soft head, a gentle blush crept across her cheeks, adding a rosy hue to her already radiant complexion.

"What’s on your mind, Bucky?" she asked, her voice soft and quiet as she settled Daisy into her crib for a nap before sliding back into his arms. Bucky wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

In that moment, Bucky found himself lost in thought. He couldn't shake the feeling of déjà vu that washed over him, a fleeting memory of a similar scene with another woman.

It can’t be. She was a beta and y/n is an omega. It would be impossible. But what if…

"I was just thinking..." Bucky began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. "Yes?" y/n's voice was a soft melody, laced with curiosity as she looked up at him. Bucky hesitated, unsure how to articulate the thoughts swirling in his mind. "Have we met before?" he finally asked, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

A playful grin danced across y/n's lips as she teased, "I don't know. Have we?"

Bucky felt a pang of surprise at her cheekiness, but he pressed on, recounting the memory of rescuing a girl from a dangerous situation in a park. "I can't help but see similarities between her and you," he admitted, his browdls furrowing with concern. "So, you think that I'm her?" y/n's tone was light, teasing, but there was a hint of something more beneath the surface.

He hesitated, grappling with the uncertainty of his own memories. "I'm not sure...I never saw her face," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, a mischievous glint in her gaze. "Took you long enough to notice," she quipped, her words laced with humour.

Shocked with the revelation, his words stumbled, "But, but she's a beta, and you're..."He trailed off, his voice trailing as he struggled to find the right words. "An omega. Always was, still am," She finished for him, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"But your scent?" Bucky questioned, his confusion evident in his voice, “It changed?”

"Scent blockers," She explained simply, her tone softening as she reached out to brush a stray lock of hair away from his face. "It's a long story, we'll get there soon enough. But for now..." She trailed off, her gaze meeting his with a warmth that sent shivers down his spine. "How have you been, Alpha?"

Bucky felt his heartstrings pull at the affection in her words, and without hesitation, he pulled her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he inhaled her scent deeply. "Better. Much better, 'mega," he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes.

Bucky briefly pulled away from her, their eyes locked in a silent exchange and he felt a surge of tenderness wash over him, his heart swelling with affection for this beautiful woman who had stolen his heart. He reached out instinctively, brushing a stray lock of hair away from y/n's face, his touch as gentle as a whisper.

As Bucky leaned in closer, the soft brush of his breath against y/n's lips sent a thrill through her. His eyes, filled with a gentle intensity, held hers captive as he closed the distance between them. With a tender touch, he pressed his lips softly against hers, a delicate caress that ignited a spark between them.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as their lips met in a sweet and innocent kiss. She felt a rush of warmth flood through her, enveloping her in a cocoon of bliss. His kiss was like a gentle breeze on a warm summer day, soft and inviting, yet undeniably electrifying.

Y/n herself could feel the steady beat coming from between her thighs, she was pretty sure Bucky could feel it too. Of course he could, and he enjoyed the symphony of longing and desire that pulsed against his thigh. If she ever snuck her tiny hands on his crotch, she would know how much he enjoyed her soft lips; and her pretty princess part.

As they melted into each other's embrace, she lost herself in the sensation of his lips against hers; his hands rubbing the naked skin underneath her shirt.

While she was floating in the clouds, Bucky was at the brink of his sanity. He wanted to make his claim on her, to have her entirely to himself. and when the kiss deepened, he couldn’t contain his needy growl. His thick thigh naturally settled in between hers, gently guiding her hips down and her heat against the layer of his jeans.

Just as things began to heat up, a soft whine emanated from Daisy's crib, breaking the spell and bringing them back to reality. They pulled away from each other with shared laughter, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment as they realised they had been caught in the act by their tiny charge.

She glanced over at Daisy with a fond smile, her heart swelling with affection for the little interrupter. "So much for a second date, huh?" she joked, her tone laced with amusement.

Bucky met her gaze with a grin of his own, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "I wouldn't want it any other way," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity; they shared a final kiss, a promise of more to come, before turning their attention back to Daisy, who had already drifted back into a peaceful slumber.

As they settled back into their makeshift nest on the floor, Bucky and y/n knew that their love story was just beginning – a tale of unexpected encounters, stolen kisses, and the sweet promise of a future together.

End.

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A/N: im in my soft feels latelyyyyy and i miss this couple 😭 anyway, i hope you enjoyed this short fic 🤍

[pitchsidestories]

Baby It's Cold Outside II Alessia Russo x Reader

a/n: based off this request. We hope you enjoy a wintery oneshot.

masterlist I word count: 1602

Alessia Russo’s eyes were still closed as she discovered that your bed side was already empty: “Babe..?” It did not take you too long to come back to you and your girlfriend’s shared bedroom. You beamed at her excitedly: “Lessi, it snowed over night!”  “Come back. It’s cold.”, the striker demanded, shivering from the temperature you brought from outside.  Amused you asked her:” Don’t you want to go and see the snow?” “No, I want to stay in bed and cuddle.”, Alessia replied with a crooked smile. Grinning you remarked: “You don’t want to leave the bed, huh?” “No, it’s so warm and comfy.”, the blonde shook determined her head.

An innocent smile was forming on your lips while you proposed:” What if we go downstairs to the fireplace?” “But you want to go out into the snow, right?” “Yes, I’ll let our little puppy out and when we can cuddle on the sofa, okay?”, you admitted, already looking for the tiny golden retriever. Quickly Alessia got up from the bed: “Wait, I’ll get dressed.” “So, you do want to join us for a little walk in the snow?”, you realized happily. She confirmed with a nod: “Yes, I’m coming.” “Perfect.”, you mumbled.

During the time the English forward was changing into some comfy clothes you put on a leash on your very excited puppy.

Outside the nature was covered in a snowy white blanket which made it look like a scene straight from a fairytale your parents were reading to you when you were a child. But even fairytales did have a darker side to them and Alessias mood has been a bit down the recent days as you noticed.

Worried you turned to her:” Do you want to talk about what kept you up at night?” “Oh no, it’s fine.”, the taller woman shrugged her shoulders and tried hard to keep her tone light. Unconvinced by her reaction you begun: “Alessia..” “It’s stupid.”, the forward seemingly waved off your concern. Encouragingly you slipped your hand into hers: “You can still tell me, you know I won’t judge you.” “I know you won’t.”, she softly sighed. You waited out for her to further explain what has been going on in her brain:“So?”

“It’s just the pressure.”, Alessia answered honestly. Attentively you questioned her:“At the club?”  “Everywhere.” The sad look on your girlfriends face touched you deeply, so you tried to mend her worries: “I know they want you to be the next Kelly Smith for Arsenal or the next Ellen White for England, but you know what?”

Alessia looked up. She was absentmindedly touching the snow on the bushes you passed. “What?” “You‘re best when you‘re you.”, you smiled encouragingly at your girlfriend. She rubbed the snow between her fingers until it melted, the corner of her mouth quirked up; “Thanks, love.” “You‘re welcome.” “I‘m just happy to have the day off.”, she admitted. You nodded thoughtfully; “Breaks are important.” Your girlfriend hummed in agreement but your attention was caught by a pile of freshly fallen snow.

You bent down to pick some up and shape it into a ball. It left your hands cold and tingly. Alessia watched you cautiously; “What are you doing?” You turned back to her with innocent eyes; “Distracting you for a bit.” And then you threw the ball. It hit Alessia right in the chest.

She squealed in surprise and looked down at the wet stain on her jacket; “Ew, stop that!” “Oh, come on.”, you laughed, happy to see her smile return. She pointed a warning finger in your direction; “I‘ll get you back!” “Try it!”, you teased. As you expected, your girlfriend grabbed a handful of snow and made her own snowball. Her eyes narrowed as she targeted you.

The snowball hit you on your shoulder as you tried to turn away, leaving bits of snow all over your clothes. “Got you!”, Alessia cheered happily. “Damn it.”, you cursed to yourself. When you turned your face back to your girlfriend, she already had both hands full of snow again and was coming towards you. “Oh no! No snow in my neck, please!”, you pleaded and tried to wriggle away from her as she tried to stuff the snow inside your jacket.

The coldness on your throat made you gasp. “Sorry. Here‘s some more.”, Alessia laughed, putting new snow in the collar of your jacket. You softly pushed her away with a shriek. You could feel pieces of snow slide down your clothes, directly on your skin. You almost immediately started shivering; “S-so c-cold.” “It‘s just snow. You wanted to go outside.”, your girlfriend shrugged but still wrapped you up in her arms while she carefully guided you to continue your walk. “Yes but someone obviously wanted to speed up this little walk so we can get cozy again.”, you replied, giving her deprecating look. Her ice-blue eyes blinked at you with innocence; “I don‘t know what you mean.” ”You do know that!” She rolled her eyes and sighed, her breath visible as a small cloud in the cold; “Let‘s go or I‘ll hit you with another snowball.”

“Is that the Italian side of you speaking?, you joked before continuing, we’re going, I could need a hot shower when we’re home though.”  With a cheeky grin on her face Alessia agreed: “Oh yes, me too.” “We can do it together.”, you suggested with a playfully seductive smile.  The striker winked at you: “Yes, so you can’t use up the hot water.”

A couple of minutes later you two hurried up the stairs on the way to your bathroom. Relieved you turned to your girlfriend as you reached the door: “Let’s get in there.” “Coming.”, the blonde whispered into your ear. Apologetically you looked down to your puppy:” No, little one, you’ve to stay outside the bathroom.” “Sorry.”, Alessia stroking the golden retriever’s fur before getting inside. Still, you promised your pet: “We’ll be right back.”

After you took a shower together you were entering the living room with two hot chocolates in your hands. The light of the fire was turning the scenery in front of your eyes into a warm glow. Cheerfully the taller woman remarked: “That smells so good.” “It tastes even better.”, you told her. “Thank you, love.” “Here you go.”, you handed your girlfriend her cup. She closed her eyes as she was taking her first sip:” It’s perfect.” “Agreed.”, you nodded. Her eyes twinkled as she pointed out: “That’s better than being out in the cold.”

From the sofa you had an excellent view into your little back garden, delighted you couldn’t suppress a little squeal: “It started snowing again.” “You’re right.”, Alessia admitted but she couldn’t take her eyes from you as she enjoyed seeing you this happy about such a small thing. Enchanted by what you saw you said: “It looks so beautiful.” “You really love the snow, huh?”, your girlfriend asked as she was covering you both with a cozy blanket.  

Dreamily you reminisced: “I do. It reminds me of the winters in Norway.” “Missing it?”, the striker wanted to know from you. Truthfully you replied: “Sometimes.” “Sorry.. maybe I can ask your mum for some Norwegian recipes, and we can bake something together soon.”, Alessia suggested. If you were not warm already due to the soft blanket and her warm embrace, you’d be by those words now:” You’d do that? That’s really sweet of you. Maybe we can make a menu out of it? Main dish Italian and the dessert Norwegian?” “Sounds delicious.”

“Oh yes. Looks like the little one is sleeping again.”, you draw her attention to your asleep puppy which lay right in the middle of you two.  Lovingly Alessia glanced at the golden retriever:“He’s so cute.”

You nodded in agreement; “True.“ Alessia set her mug down on the coffee table in front of you. You could feel her shift next to you. Her head ended up on the arm rest of the sofa.

With a smile you realized that her eyelids were already half closed. Smiling, you reached over your dog to carefully rub her leg; “You can sleep too, love.“ Alessia shook her head, opening her eyes again; “No. I want to enjoy my free day with you.“ But her statement was immediately followed by a yawn. “It’s okay, you need that rest.“

Your girlfriend stretched out her arms towards you; “Come here.“ “Coming.“ Slowly you moved your dog to the other side of the sofa to not wake him up but the walk must have exhausted him as much as your girlfriend. When you finally sat right beside her, she put her arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug on top of her.

She sighed with content, her eyes falling shut again; “Is it too early to watch a Christmas movie yet?“ “No, I’ll put something on, don’t move.“, you laughed, temporarily exiting the hug and reaching over to the coffee table to get the remote. “Thanks.“, Alessia yawned as you picked the cheesiest Christmas movie you could find, knowing that your girlfriend will only be able to watch the first few minutes.

You ignored what happened on screen, your attention was on Alessia who was adamant to keep her eyes open. Slowly but surely, she had to give in, her breathing slowing down. You pressed a quick kiss to her forehead; “Sleep well, love.“ “Not asleep…“, she mumbled tiredly. You nodded with a grin; “Sure.“

The snow continued falling but you just couldn’t take your eyes off your girlfriend. She hadn’t looked this relaxed in weeks.

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Pantalone Encourages You To Work Hard

Pairing: Pantalone x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, co-workers, kissing, praise, affirmations

Flufftober Day 17: Encouraging Someone to Achieve a Goal

A/N: Next entry for my flufftober. I need some of this enoucragment in my daily life lol.

Encouraging!Pantalone focuses a lot on your confidence, or at times lack there of, when he sees you struggling with things. It takes a lot to be in such a high position, he knows this better then anyone, you can't let the fact that someone thinks they can do it better get to you, there's a reason he chose you as his assistant.

"There are many people who were qualified for this position, but I chose you. Do you know why? It certainly wasn't because I wanted to start a relationship with you, that came after and you know it. No, it was because I was confidant that you had what it took to stay at my side as my assistant. That head on your shoulders isn't just pretty, it's smart too, I wish you would see that more."

Encouraging!Pantalone makes sure there is nothing distracting the two of you when you work. This is a bit easier for him, he's been doing his job for a long time, but you're still new compared to him. And inexperienced. But that is why he looks over you, not just because you're easy on the eyes, because he knows that when you start to wonder off he needs to put you back on track. This is done by pulling you in his lap and putting the work right in front of you, so you have nothing to focus on but the work. And a kiss or two as a reward.

"It's work time now my dear. There will be plenty of time for us to have fun afterwards but we really need to finish this. You need to finish this. And I will keep you right here in my lap, completely still until the work is done. I don't care if you squirm or beg, you know it only makes things more interesting for me."

Encouraging!Pantalone knows that breaks are just as important as working hard. Through the day the two of you take multiple breaks, but it's no reason to slack off later or longer. It's so you can recharge and be able to focus back on the task at hand once the break is done. During the break you will cuddle on the couch, kiss, playfully steal his glasses and have him pin you down and take them and a kiss from you as payment.

"We can take a small break, but after this we have to focus on the rest of the work we have for the day. If you let it pile up it will only stress you out more the next day. I don't want to see you stressed or burned out. First of all, you would be of no use here as such, and second, I care about you far too much now to allow that kind of negative outcome."

Encouraging!Pantalone will always reward you, after every day you will get a kiss from him, one for everything you managed to get done. You do the same for him too, that way, no matter how much you may have been under pressure that day you know that there is something sweet awaiting you by the end. In fact you almost turn it into a contest at a point.

"Careful dear, you can't afford to get sloppy just because you want more kisses from me. Results matter as well. If they're satisfactory you might earn yourself an even bigger, better reward. If not? Then there will be no reward, and no punishment either. There will be nothing. How is that unfair? I'm well aware that my punishments are a type of reward, so I can't give that to you for not finishing your tasks."

[oceantornadoo]

cleanse me (bsf!johnny mactavish x reader, fluff with groping)

it had been a rough mission. the kind where the team gets out by a hair, bleeding and scraped as they ran to exfil. the kind with a silent ride back to base, neither you nor johnny able to fill the air with a laugh or two. the kind where you think of what could have happened if things hadn’t fell into place at the last second, who you could be mourning now.

johnny’s your best friend, and maybe something more. late night cuddles, waist hugs and forehead kisses all feel like a little more. that night with the drunken marriage pact (you both were only tipsy, but you like to use alcohol as your reasoning for stupidity) that you both ignore to this day.

so when you see him in the communal showers, a man whose seen you naked in every way, you can’t help but seek comfort from your other half. you strip your clothes into a pile on the floor and walk over to where this scottish god stands under a shower head, letting the water wash off his sins.

he hears you come up from behind him and tenses a bit, still in fight mode from the mission. you take a hand and smooth out his tense back muscles, his body relaxing at the familiar feel of your calluses. his mohawk has grown out, almost breaking regulation standards, but you like the feel, sliding your hand from his neck to his longer strands. your nails scrape his scalp, every movement reminding you that you didn’t lose him, he’s still here. you reach your other hand around him, and he silently squirts shampoo into it.

you take your time massaging his hair, getting out the dried bomb residue and drops of blood. the water finally runs clean after a few minutes, and you finish him off with your own conditioner since you know he doesn’t own one.

you move on to body wash, massaging him up and down until he’s covered in suds, in soap. you take your time with his back, tracing scars and healed-over bullet wounds. you crouch and get the back of his legs, kneading tense muscles. he turns around and you choke back a whine, coming face to face with his hardened cock, but now isn’t the time. instead, you lather the front of his legs and slowly stand, giving his cock a couple pumps to make everything gets cleaned.

finally you clean his torso, playing with his light chest hair as you work in the last of the soap. his arms are so masculine, thick veins protruding as you work him down to the fingers. and now you’re done.

you make eye contact nervously, for the first time since this entire endeavor started. his blue eyes sear into you, a world of want and understanding found behind them. johnny grabs your chin and pulls you closer, forcing you into the cleansing stream of water. “leannan.” darling. love. you had looked it up before, his tender nickname for you, never really understanding the breadth of it until he looked at you like this. like you were his love.

“johnny.” he was cleaning you now, with the same care you gave him. the hands of a soldier, a bomb maker, an engineer, practiced in deft and slight movements. “ye take care of me so well.” you nodded, choking back some unknown emotion. he was cupping your pussy, muttering sweet nothings about treating her right and my wet little thing, things in his language you didn’t understand.

“how long do i have to wait to marry ye again?” he moved from your cunt to your breasts, memorizing their feel. storing it for later, in the darkness of his room, fist pumping his cock with rough strokes. “five-“ his hand gripped your throat, thumb stroking your jaw, distracting you for a second. “five years.” he hummed. “i’ll marry ye tomorrow if ye want, just say the word.” your mouth opened and closed, resembling a gaping fish. he laughed and gave you that cheeky grin, slowly returning to himself. because of you.

“cmon, let’s get some food in ye.”

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best friend!johnny GETS ME

[cosmicanakin]

lavender haze.

mature content!

pairing. vinnie hacker x female reader.

outline. you reconnect with vinnie after some time apart, over shared smoke under the stars.

contains. smoking, marijuana, fluff, cuddling, college workload, vinnie being your stress reliever.

authors note. getting high with him is on my bucket list.

you sighed contentedly as you curled further into vinnie’s side, basking in his warmth on the chilly autumn evening. clad in a cozy yet casual outfit of your own — a long-sleeved black top with a low neckline, paired with soft gray sweatpants and pink uggs slippers — you felt relaxed yet put together for your reunion with vinnie. around your neck hung a delicate silver necklace bearing his initial, a gift from your first anniversary together.

his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders while your fingers traced nonsensical patterns on his chest through his black purgatory hoodie. the sun was setting over the hills in a spectacular orange glow, but you were perfectly happy just drinking in vinnie’s company after too long apart.

“i missed this,” you murmured into his neck, savoring the familiar woodsy scent of his cologne. it had been over a month since your last proper date night/cuddle session due to midterms and assignments piling up at school. video calls simply weren't the same as feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your palm.

vinnie’s lips pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, lingering more than usual in an unspoken “i missed this too.” his eyes drowned in affection when you peered up at him, thumb brushing your cheek softy. “i’m just glad my busy bee finally has a break. now we can catch up properly.”

you grinned, nudging his side playfully. “well, i think a certain someone promised me something to help with said catching up...” vinnie snorted, fishing in his pocket to produce a familiar plastic baggie and rolling papers.

“as my girl commands,” he teased, placing a quick peck on your lips before sitting up to prepare. the sun was dipping below the horizon now, casting everything in a rosy glow that highlighted his delicate features as he worked. you took a moment to admire how far you’d come - just over a year ago this perfect boy was an online face you watched from afar, never imagining the sweet bond you'd form.

your smile stretched with giddiness at the memory, distracting vinnie until he booped your nose with his finger playfully. “quit staring creep, help me out here will ya?” rolling your eyes fondly, you set to assisting in grinding the fluffy green buds and tucking them into a clean paper.

once the joint was prepared to perfection, vinnie glanced to the darkening sky and said softly, “we should light up soon before it gets too cold out.” it was then you realized the sharp night breeze had picked up, nipping at any exposed skin and causing you to shiver slightly.

your boyfriend peered at your reaction and clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “baby, why didn't you say you were cold? here...” he hesitated, before tugging the beanie off his head. “this should warm those ears right up.”

melting into a puddle at his thoughtfulness, you let him gently tug the knit hat down over your head, engulfing your senses in his warm cotton and woodsy scent. “babe, are you sure? now you'll be cold...”

he waved off your concern, draping an arm back around your waist to tug you firmly into his side once more. “nah, i run hot remember? ‘sides, looks cuter on you anyway.” you giggled and burrowed into his chest, fingers fiddling with the soft fuzz of the beanie adoringly.

vinnie struck the lighter with an expert flick, watching the flame catch on rolling paper until it glowed faintly purple at the tip. taking a long pull, he held the smoke in his lungs for a beat before exhaling a billowing cloud towards the darkening sky. you followed suit, feeling tension instantly melt from your shoulders as a pleasant haze settled over your thoughts.

snuggling deeper into your boyfriend’s embrace, you soaked in the lingering sunset glow and the earthy notes of high grass on your tongues. chilled air no longer bothered you wrapped in vinnie’s steady warmth - inside and out. finally, after far too many days apart, you felt yourself relax fully for the first time in weeks.

he seemed to feel it too; his thumb resumed its idle caress along your arm as relaxed sighs puffed against your hair. neither said a word, too content just absorbing the presence and comfort of each other’s company after the long separation. this was the calm and closeness you craved, needs now sated in each other’s arms under dusk’s rosy light.

the joint was long gone by the time twilight settled fully into muted indigo tones overhead. languid and fuzzy from smoke, you tilted your chin up with a soft hum, finding vinnie already peering down at you with hooded affection. his lips brushed yours tenderly, sweet, and slow like crawling into a cozy bed after being on your feet all day.

this was home - his embrace, his care, his love. you melted further into every ounce, heart fit to burst as his arms cradled you more securely in the chilly night. no amount of distance or time apart could diminish the perfection of moments like these, nurturing your bond back to full bloom once more. nothing in the world felt quite as calming or right as cuddling safely in vinnie’s adoring hold.

[yours-mythically]

The Chronicles of Chaos and Cuddles: Oh no! The Cookies!

Both you and mama don't know how to cook, but thank god for mommy. She can cook amazing meals that always taste good. Your favorite? Her famous pancakes! It didn't matter what kind of pancakes - blueberry, chocolate, banana - they always taste good.

Today mommy wasn't home, she had some business to attend to, according to her. So you and mama decided to have a fun day, to try and distract yourselves and not cry about mommy being away (which you said was something that you would never ever do).

"And up we go!" Natasha said, exaggerating a groan as she lifted you onto the kitchen island.

"We bake, mama?" You asked, reaching out to touch her necklace.

"Yes, baby. We're gonna bake delicious chocolate chip cookies just like mommy makes them. See, I even got her to tell me the recipe," Natasha told you, holding up a piece of paper, where she scribbled down some stuff that Wanda told her.

"Yay!" You cheered. You'd think mama was usually the super strict one, but if it's about cookies, it's always mommy. She only allows you no more than a cookie a day, so this was like winning the jackpot.

"Okay, baby. You sit here and look pretty, hm?" Natasha said, putting you next to the sink.

At first it didn't go terribly, until Natasha accidentally dropped a pack of flour. She said she'd clean it later and continued making the dough. When it was done, she put it into a bowl and let you sprinkle some chocolate chips in there. You being you, of course put every single chip from the packaging in there. Something that Nat was about to get angry at, but when she saw your cute, innocent face looking up to her, she simply kissed your cheek.

"And now we wait." Natasha said picking you up again. She spun your around before walking to the living room and sitting on the couch with you in her lap.

"What do you wanna watch, detka?" Mama asked, taking the remote.

"Booey!" You yelled.

"Bluey?" Natasha asked and you yelled again, answering her question.

While you happily watched the show, Nat slowly but surely fell asleep, with you still on her lap.

You watched happily, telling mama about the show, but not realizing that she was sleeping. When you smelled the delicious scent of the cookies enter your nose, you turned around and shook her.

"Mama! Mama! Cookies!" You said loudly, touching her cheeks.

Natasha woke up with a groan and checked her phone, eyes widening. She put you on the couch and rushed to the kitchen, immediately opening the oven and getting greeted by a cloud of smoke.

Natasha put on some oven mitts and took out the batch of cookies that now looked like piles of coal.

"Mama?" You asked, wobbling into the kitchen.

"Yes, detka?"

"No cookies?"

"No, baby, no cookies,"

Moral of the story, don't fall asleep with your child while baking something.

[lenoraah]

𝙩𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨

pairing - dad!daniel ricciardo x mom!reader

summary - early mornings when reader can just sleep in without her girls shrieking and screaming are difficult, however when Daniel is home, he tries his best to let his wife sleep in, which also means making breakfast while trying his best to entertain his kids

a/n - this from a poll 🤍 i’m just going to use the same kids from the last Danny Ric girl dad thing; Adelaide (9), Cherish (7), Briar (5), Marina (2)

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“We have to be quiet,”

All four of the kids agree but of course not without quiet laughter. Daniel helps Marina up into the countertop before looking down at his other three daughters looking up at him with widen eyes.

Briar steps forward, motioning for Daniel to lean towards her.

“Where’s Mama?” Marina whispers, making Daniel smile as he starts to explain his plan to the girls.

“We’re going to make breakfast to surprise her.” Daniel whispers back. The rest of the girls nods, agreeing with their father and sister.

The girls settle onto the counter stools with Briar on the counter, swinging her legs. Daniel grabs the eggs, toast and the fresh fruits. He settles them on the countertop.

“Daddy, what are we making?” Adelaide asks, her brown eyes wandering to the berries on the marble counter.

“We are going to make toast,” Daniel grabs the thing of peanut butter, a gentle grin appearing on his face. “It’s simple and easy as one day the four of you can make it for me and your mum.”

As the hour goes on, Daniel and the girls have fun talking and laughing. While Daniel teaches Adelaide and Cherish how to work the toaster, Marina and Briar sort the washed berries by color, not to mention eating some as well.

While Daniel cuts up some of the fruits, the girls run around the kitchen. Shrieking and happily yelling as they begin to jump on the couches.

Daniel shakes his head with a smile on his face as he watches Briar reach out to her sisters. Daniel washes his hands before holding Marina in his arms and walking over towards Adelaide, Cherish and Briar.

“Guys, we have to finish breakfast.” He smiles as the other girls crash into him, hugging him tightly.

“Do you think Mama wants peanut butter or jam on hers?” Cherish tilts her head to the side, eyes flickering between the peanut butter and strawberry jam.

“I think she’ll like whatever you make for her.” Daniel smiles, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Okay,” Cherish hums, nodding as she grabs the peanut butter.

Once Cherish is done with the peanut butter, Adelaide and Briar have fun with berries. They sprinkle them all over the toast and while they’re distracted, Daniel quickly rearranges them to look a little better.

“Can we give it to Mama now?” Cherish whines, jumping impatiently.

“Yeah!” Adelaide, Briar and Marina agree, nodding.

“Okay,” Daniel hums, picking up the plate and putting it on a tray.

Adelaide helps Marina waddle towards the master bedroom alongside Daniel and the other girls. As Daniel opens the door, the girls quiet walk in before jumping onto the bed.

“Mama! Wake up! We made you breakfast!”

Y/n quickly sits up, eyes widen as she realizes that all four of the girls are in bed. Marina crawls into her mother’s lap and the rest of the cuddle around their mom.

“We made you breakfast,” Cherish whispers and Y/n nods, a smile on her face.

“You did, well then let’s see it.” Y/n hums, happily taking the plate from Daniel.

“This looks great, thanks everybody.” Y/n smiles, eyeing the plate of toast piled with fruits and peanut butter.

“I love you, all of you.” Y/n wraps her arms around her daughters and motions for her husband to get closer to her. All of them climb onto the bed, cuddling their mother and wife.

A chorus of I love you toos soon follow. The six of them stay together in bed for a while, happily hugging one and other.

[k-marzolf]

My lover’s got humor.

Established relationship, kissing, reader with ADHD (my own experience with it, as someone diagnosed), fluff and angst, smoking, fem!reader.

914 words.

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“Am I boring you?” Billy asked, exhaling smoke, watching you bounce your legs.

“What? Huh? No.” You said, “I like the way your smoke smells. Reminds me of dad.” You said, scooting closer.

You hadn’t been listening to what he’d been saying, too lost in your own world. “Yeah?” He husked, smiling at how you played with a loose thread on his sweater.

“We should play cards.” You blurted, still fidgeting.

He didn’t mention how you’d get bored in a few minutes and want to move onto something else. He never did. Instead, he said; “Sure, sweet pea.”

He walked into your apartment after you’d invited him over for takeout the next night. It was a mess, and you played with the strings on the hoodie of his that you wore. “Not very organized, I know. I always get distracted.” You said sheepishly.

There were books all over the floor, piles of laundry laying around, coffee mugs on the coffee table, but at least there was no garbage. You regularly took your garbage out.

Billy rolled his sleeves up, “Let's get to work, sweet pea.”

He couldn’t count the amount of times you’d find something, and get distracted and ramble about the memory associated with it. He never complained. Never. Just guided you back to the task at hand.

“You got me this panda at the fair. It’s my favorite stuffy. My scout sniper specialist. 134 confirmed kills. My badass Marine.” You said, nuzzling the panda.

Billy smiled, putting your books in alphabetical order, heart aching at how much you clearly loved him. It made him awkward, having never been truly loved before besides Frank.

You were indifferent to Billy’s looks, and so he knew it was for more than he looks and money. You loved him as he was. Even when he was an asshole.

“I’m sorry, I’m distracted again.” You said, setting the panda on your couch.

Billy kissed your forehead. “I got you, sweetheart.”

You put your laundry in the washing machine, humming to yourself.

Billy walked by, squeezing your hips, and kissing your neck. You giggled. “Your beard tickles.” You said, throwing in a detergent pod.

Billy laughed, and scratched his beard purposefully against your neck. You squirmed, bottom pressed to his groin, and he groaned, pinning your hips against the washer. His tongue teasing your ear.

You whined, “Billy…”

He pulled back, “Do I have your attention now?”

You pouted, “You’re being an ass.” You said, wiggling against the front of him.

“And you’re bein’ a little minx.” He shot back.

You only smiled softly.

“Thanks for helping me clean my apartment. Takeout on me.” You said, eagerly pressing a kiss to his mouth. That was the one thing you never got bored of, kissing Billy.

He hummed against your mouth, fingers lazily stroking your hips.

“If kissin’ was an Olympic sport, you’d have the gold medal.” You giggled, nose bumping his. “You give me dopamine, or maybe it’s serotonin. I dunno. You get my chemicals cheering.”

Billy laughed, “How about some tacos?”

Your eyes lit up as you grinned, “Crunchy ones?” You asked.

Billy smirked, “Of course.”

“Billy, will you stay the night? Promise not to hog the bed. And it’s cuddle season anyway. Well, I like to cuddle with you any season, but this season in particular—“ You rambled sweetly, sipping from your glass of wine, tummy full of tacos.

Billy smirked, shaking his head, a cigarette in his hand. He liked to smoke after eating. “Yeah, you’ll hog the bed, but sure I’ll stay. I like your face.” He teased you, exhaling smoke.

You smiled, softly. “Love ya, Bill.”

Billy’s heart skipped a beat.

He laid with you that night, and as predicted he was clinging to the side of the bed, with you pressed into his side snoring. He looked down at you. Your nose twitched, and your leg was thrown over his hip.

He knew life had been hard on you. Your father loved you but your hyperactivity and tendency to ramble made it hard on him being a single parent, so you were often isolated and on your own sensing the people around you were put off by you.

It wasn’t until Billy. He’d met you at a bar, and you’d been drinking so you weren’t as guarded, and rambled about Henry the Eighth. “Some people believe he was a psychopath, or that he had repeated traumatic brain injuries that caused his raging and memory problems. I’ve read a lot about it, sorry I’m rambling. Infodumping. Whatever.” You’d said, turning shy.

But Billy had smirked. “You’re so goddamn cute.”

You scooted closer now, as though you couldn’t get close enough. And you probably couldn’t, being isolated you’d gotten very little affection.

“It was hard for dad to raise me. He was not verbose, and I was. I think it just stressed him out. You’re the only one that lets me talk. You let me be me.” You’d told him softly one night, legs tangled together in his bed.

“That’s because you’re mine.” Billy said, the only way he knew to tell you he loved you.

And you had understood as perceptive as you were.

He kissed the top of your head now, eyes feeling heavy now. The last thing he remembered was the feel of your fingers in his hair, and a contentment he’d never felt before.

Things had never lasted before for Billy, but god, he wanted it to last with you.

[din-miller]

We’re Stronger Together

Pairing: Reader + The Bad Batch (Platonic)

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: It was an unspoken rule; you don’t go on solo missions. But when Rex asked you to aid him in taking down a slave ring, you agreed. The Batch takes an issue with that. Especially when you came back smelling strongly of foul men leaving Hunter to struggle with his heightened senses. The only way to fix that is a giant bantha pile.

Warnings: set after S2, tech is alive, harm to children mentioned, slavery mentioned, non-consensual touching mentioned, (none of which are graphic), protective batch, no romance between reader and the batch, platonic cuddling, so much sibling-relationship content, bantha pile > puppy pile, keldable kisses, female reader

You can’t remember the last time you’ve gone on a solo mission or at least a mission where the Batch hadn’t been involved. You had joined them after Order 66 and wherever they went, you went and vice versa.

Inseparable, the lot of you.

Which is why you’re here, chewing your bottom lip nervously as you watch the argument unfold in front of you. Rex said something rational and Hunter glared, then Echo huffed at Hunter’s behaviour but made no move to step in to defend Rex who's three seconds away from throwing his hands up in frustration, “Look boys, I only need her for a couple days, a week max.”

“That’s not happening.”

Honestly, Rex should’ve seen this argument coming and prepared a better speech.

“Yeah, I kinda agree with Sarge. I don’t like it.” Wrecker rubbed the back of his head, looking a tad lost. He’s never been good at picking sides during arguments and you feel bad for him.

“It’s a simple mission, boys. She’ll be in my line of sight at all times.”

“Armed,” All eyes turned to Crosshair, whose head was turned away from them, seemingly unperturbed by the whole situation. When Rex went to speak, Crosshair sneered, “That wasn’t a question.”

“We might consider it once you tell us why you need her.” Echo said, addressing the eldest clone.

“The mission requires more of a…,” Rex trailed off, trying to find the right words that won’t get him shot, “Feminine touch.”

“Absolutely not,” Hunter pushed himself to stand between you and Rex, blocking the older clone’s view of you, “Find someone else.”

“I can do it!” Omega bravely offered, “I can be feminine.”

“No!” Came a chorus of shouts causing Omega to shrink in on herself before Wrecker pulled her into his side with an apology. Hunter ran a tired hand down his face, giving his own apology to the young girl.

“As much as I appreciate your concerns, it’s my decision.” You looked over at Tech for help. Out of all of them, he’ll be the one to back you up.

Tech nodded in your direction, stepping in to join the conversation, “While I don’t particularly agree with one of us being separated, I can see logic in Rex’s thinking-,”

Wreck sent him a look of disbelief, “How?!”

“-If the goal is to distract the target with a certain female attractiveness, I do believe she’s the best candidate for the role.”

“There was never any doubt about that,” Echo stated, “The issue is that we don’t split up. Any of us. Not after Mount Tantiss.”

Omega nodded in agreement, her mouth twisting down at the mention of Mount Tantiss, “Echo’s right. We stick together.”

Tech adjusted his goggles, avoiding eye contact, “As I said, I do not agree with her going with Rex by herself, but we can not stop her from choosing to aid in this mission. The best we can do is offer our support.”

“Thank you Tech. Look, I’ll take my viroblade with me,” You promised them, moving to Rex’s side, “I’ll be fine guys. I was on my own for years before I met you, I know how to handle a few scumbags.”

“You’re not on your own anymore,” Hunter reminded you, before letting out a defeated sigh, “You will be contacting us every chance you get, you’ll report any injuries to Tech or Echo; I don’t care if Rex’s crew has an all-star medic on board, you comm us.”

“Yes, Sarge. Anything else?”

“You’ll take my blade with you, it’s sharper than yours. You will be getting a crash course in disarming bombs with Wrecker before you leave and most importantly; you will be coming home.”

You look down at the kid who’s nodding along to Hunter’s words, a serious look plastered on her face. You feel a twinge of guilt settled in your chest, but from what Rex has told you about the mission you’re not backing down no matter how crestfallen Wrecker looks.

You attempt a reassuring smile, most likely failing as that guilt shows clear as day despite your best shot at playing it cool. You promised nonetheless, “I’ll be back before Wrecker’s able to pronounce ‘worcestershire’.”

“Hey!” Wrecker cried, but a bright smile took over his previous expression and that twinge inside your chest starts to fade away.

Truth be told, a part of you yearns for this mission. To stretch your feet, to use your muscles and brains outside of your normal mundane life on Pabu. To feel useful in a more powerful way. You also understand why your boys’ are so reluctant to let you leave. To do this mission when they’ve all turned Rex down time and time again.

Hunter’s thirst for battle quickly died out when he watched how Omega thrived in her new life. At the peace she is now able to have, away from bloodshed.

Wrecker’s able to use his strength to help the town folk. Lifting crates, furniture, bags of soil and sand. He’s also taken up construction. He’s able to burn energy without bloodshed.

Tech was never one for battle and after Mount Tantiss, he was more than willing to settle on Pabu. To accept Phee’s dinner invitation. Then the key to her place. One day you hope he’ll accept the ring Phee has tucked away. A loving marriage away from bloodshed.

Echo was the one who adjusted the hardest. Whenever Rex required his help on a mission Echo was always on the front line. But one day you watched him emerge from his room, eyes red and swollen. Another sleepless night and you know he’s done with all the bloodshed.

You don’t ask, you don’t have too. You were there, you remember all of it. You remember Echo’s disbelief over your comm as he said he found Tech. You remember running into the room, seeing Tech floating inside a tube, dead bodies scattered across the floor. You remember Echo’s hand laying flat over the glass that separated him from Tech. You remember the bloody handprint left behind when Echo turned to you.

Most of all you remember the scream that rattled the walls around you. You remember how Echo’s mouth parted, Crosshair’s name falling from his lips before he’s racing down the hallway, metal legs creaking at the strain he’s putting on them.

You remember the crying, the begging, that left Crosshair’s mouth, so broken and scared, as Dr. Hemlock held a blade in his hand and Omega’s still body on the medical table beneath him. You remember the smell of blood, how the red of it dripped onto the floor.

You remember the sound of a blaster fire, a body hitting the floor. You remember Echo desperately trying to hold Omega’s stomach together as he cauterised her skin knowing there’s no time for stitches or bacta patches.

You remember it all so kriffing vividly that the crate you had been moving falls from your grip, dropping loudly to the ships metal floor beneath you, the noise drowning out your gasp as the air around you thins and your lungs ache for steady breaths.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your head snapped up in Rex’s direction, eyes widening when you spotted the clone trying to bypass Rex and enter the ship, “Crosshair?”

The sniper doesn’t acknowledge you. Instead his attention is solely on the older clone, “You’re sending her into a cantina full of powerful, greedy, vile men who would do anything to have her.”

Rex sighed, “Crosshair-,”

“I understand not wanting the others to be involved, they’re too protective. The second anyone touches her the mission would be ruined and dead bodies make things complicated.”

Rex gave another, deeper sigh, “Your skill sets would prove to be a huge asset to the mission, I’m aware and if I thought you were any different from the rest of them, I would have asked you. I know you Crosshair, you’d be the first to pull the trigger.”

Finally Crosshair’s eyes land in your direction, the subtle pinch of his brow letting you know that the panic that's choking you from the inside is written all over your face. He stared at you, knowingly, “Don’t do this. For your own sake, don’t.”

“The man we’re after is a slave trader. Young kids and helpless women,” You said, although you figured he’s aware of that already, “If you were in my shoes you’d do the same thing. For me, for Omega. Crosshair I need to do this.”

You moved to stand in front of him and you pulled his head down until your foreheads met, an action you’ve only done once before with him. Only this time he’s leaning in instead of pushing you away with a threat of you meeting the barrel of his rifle.

“Take care of the boys and Omega while I’m gone, yeah?”

“I’m not their kriffing babysitter.”

You chuckled and pulled back to meet his gaze, “Take care of yourself too.”

Although the mission only took three days, your body – your soul – is screaming for your family. For their arms around you, their voices reassuring you that you’re okay, that you’re home. That you’re safe.

So when the front door is the only thing that stands between you and them, a weight is lifted from your shoulders. A breath you hadn’t realised you’ve been holding leaves your lungs and you draw in a new one full of relief.

You punched in the house’s code and the green light blinked, lock unlocking. You smiled, opening the door and before you’re fully able to close it behind you, you’re being pushed back against it, Hunter’s face buried in the crook of your neck.

Not exactly the welcome home you’d imagined would be awaiting you.

You looked over at the other boys, hoping to get an explanation. You start with Echo but the clone just leaned back against the couch, a smile on his face. Beside him is Tech; the clone brought a finger up to tap the side of his nose.

Oh

Right. You probably reek of–

“Testosterone.” Hunter snarled, and you can feel the way his nose scrunched up at the smell of male hormones on your person.

“Not the welcoming home I expected,” You joked, trying to push Hunter away but the clone didn’t budge, “Come on I can’t smell that badly, I had a shower on Rex’s ship. Seriously Hunter, at least let me enter the house.”

Hunter finally pulled back, eyes still locked in on the flesh on your neck. You try not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze, or the smug looks from the others. Hunter tilted your head and you're quick to give him access to the other side of your neck despite your earlier protest. He spared no time diving in, head jerking back instantly, nostrils flailing and he growled, “They touched you.”

The smug look on Echo’s face disappeared instantly and he stepped forward, eyes narrowed in on the back of Hunter’s head like he can see the skin where you had been touched through the clone’s skull.

Hunter pressed you back farther against the door, voice demanding as he asked, “Where else?”

“Hunter-,“

“I won’t ask again.”

The sound of tiny feet racing down the hallway saved you from having to answer, from having to admit that they were right. That you weren’t strong enough for the mission. Not without them. Admitting that would make the phantom feeling of hands on your body too real.

You pushed Hunter away and caught the girl just in time, your name falling from her lips as giggles filled the air when you tickled her side. Behind her Wrecker smiled at you, welcoming you home.

“You’re back! I want to hear all about the mission!” Omega said, jumping out of your arms when you tap on her back. She’s grown so much in the last few years and you’re too exhausted to hold her weight, “Sorry, I’m just excited you’re back home. Are you hurt?”

You’re able to give her a quick shake of your head before that phantom touch across your skin is back and you can’t hide the rise of goosebumps on your arms. Not from Hunter at least. The man studies your body language, breathing in the scent of foul men that lingers on your skin, even after using Rex’s refresher to shower.

“Omega, I want every blanket and pillow in this house brought out here,” Hunter turned to address the biggest clone, “Wrecker, clear all the furniture out of the living room.”

“Oh, you betcha!” Wrecker cheered with a grin, “We haven’t had a good ol’ bantha pile in ages!”

“Bantha pile?” You questioned as you watched the two follow Hunter’s orders.

“Yes, it is when a group of people all sleep and/or cuddle together. It was a way for Hunter to memorise our scents growing up. To help calm him,” Tech informed you, “It’s been awhile since we’ve had one, but given that Hunter is indeed struggling with you not smelling like us, the bantha pile is warranted. I’d even say necessary.”

You nodded. It makes a certain amount of sense but you’re not entirely sure it is warranted. To your knowledge they didn’t do this when Crosshair came back, when Tech was found or when Omega healed from her injuries at the hands of Dr. Hemlock. Or maybe they did and you weren’t there, that they didn’t find it necessary to include you.

No, it’s best not to go down that path. You’re here, your boys are crowded around you as you all await for Omega to return and that’s all that matters.

But Tech has always been able to read you and he awkwardly bumped his shoulder against yours, voice hushed, “You’re part of our alitt. You and Echo were dealing with Sid when Hunter and Wrecker welcomed Crosshair, Omega and myself home. We tried waiting for you but Hunter was struggling. It wasn’t an easy call but it was necessary to proceed without you and Echo.”

You brushed a hand over Tech’s and sent him a smile, “I understand, truly. I shouldn’t have questioned my place with you guys.”

“We won’t allow that to happen ever again, ner vod.” He promised and you believe him.

“I got everything!” Omega announced, bouncing back into the room, her voice muffled behind the mountain of fabric balanced in her arms, which Hunter quickly relieved her of. The young clone looked over at Echo, “I got your heated blanket too. I wasn’t sure if our body heat will be enough to keep you warm through the night. Better safe than sorry, right?”

“I…” Echo blinked, accepting his blanket as he fumbled for words. No matter how long you all have known Omega, the smaller clone always finds ways of surprising her family with her never-ending kindness. Echo cleared his throat, “Thank you, Omega.”

She beamed up at him, brushing off his thanks as she grabbed a handful of pillows to scatter around the living room. Wrecker and Hunter followed behind her with blankets. Eventually the room was approved for a bantha pile by Wrecker’s standards and six bodies started to settle in for the night.

With Hunter against your left side, head buried in your neck, his lips gazing the skin over your pulse point and Wrecker snuggled behind him, Echo moved to claim his spot on your other side as Tech sat cross legged by your lower right leg and Omega’s balanced on your chest leaving just Crosshair left to pick his spot.

“There’s still room.” You pointed out to him, silently hoping he’ll join.

Crosshair looked down at the pile, disgust written all over his face, “Not happening.”

“C’mon brother,” Wrecker patted the empty spot behind him, “You know you want to.”

The sniper may be rough around the edges but he’s not immune to his brothers’ pleas. He’ll cave, you know so.

“Not in the slightest. I’d rather eat glass than be sandwiched between you all.”

“Fine, but you’ll regret it.” Wrecker shrugged, snuggling closer into Hunter’s side, his large arm thrown over the smaller body to rest on your arm.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, “Doubt it.”

Tech glanced up from his datapad, “I have informed Phee that I will be staying another night here,” He looked at you, “She is pleased that you have returned unharmed and has invited you for dinner tomorrow if that is to your liking.”

“Tell her there’s no other place I’d rather be.”

He nodded, “I will inform her immediately, she will be happy to hear so.”

Omega frowned, rifling through the blankets, “Where’s Lula?”

Wrecker’s head shot up, alarmed and you glanced around until you spotted her by the hallway entrance. You pointed Omega to the toy, “You must have dropped her.”

Omega looked over at her brother, eyes wide and childlike, “Crosshair? Can you get her?”

The clone looked at her, then the pile of blankets and pillows that were basically drowning her small frame, before blowing out an annoyed sigh, but he went and got the toy anyway. He carelessly threw it in her direction, which earned a cry of protest from Wrecker. Crosshair rolled his eyes in response before crouching down beside Echo, moving his blanket aside.

The former ARC Trooper’s body stiffened when a pair of hands met his pelvic. Then he flinched away from Crosshair’s touch when the clones fingers found the clasps of his prosthetic legs. You watched slightly puzzled at what was happening.

Crosshair’s fingers froze for a fleeting second before he scowled down at Echo, “Relax Reg, if I have to suffer sleeping here tonight I’m at least going to make sure my nuts stay intact.”

A puff of air met your skin as Hunter grunted, “Language Crosshair, the kids here.”

Omega giggled as she settled comfortably on your chest, “I’m not a kid, Hunter.”

Beside you, Echo flicked his youngest brother’s arm, “I don’t move in my sleep.”

Wrecker let out an loud laugh, “Ha, good one Echo!”

“You could sleep on the other side of the bantha pile,” Echo cocked his head over to where Wrecker is, “Snuggle up behind Wrecker. He doesn’t sweat that much.”

“I’d rather not. Now are you going to let me continue?” Crosshair gestured to the prosthetics.

Echo nodded, moving to make it easier for his brother to reach the clasps, “You better not steal my blanket throughout the night.”

“What are you going to do? Chase me?” Crosshair jeered, but his tone held no malice behind it and Echo for his part just playfully shoved the sniper back until his ass met the floor. Beside you Hunter mumbled something incomprehensible into the crook of your neck while Wrecker and Omega laughed as Crosshair scowled up at them.

Once the prosthetics were removed, Crosshair huddled underneath Echo’s heated blanket with him, keeping enough distance from the clone for it not to be weird. Crosshair’s words, not Echo’s. The latter couldn’t care less, especially when the added warmth helped him sleep soundly.

With them both settled in for the night Tech was able to finally curl himself against your thigh, directly underneath Echo, giving the fact that without the clone’s prosthetics there’s now room for Tech to lie down and be close to you.

“This is… nice.” You said, pulling Echo in closer to your body when he struggled to do so himself without use of his prosthetic legs. His prosthetic arm had been taken off too. Most likely so you don’t get hit by it.

“Aw, yeah it is!” Wrecker’s usual loudness is muffled by Hunter’s shirt and the older clone chuckled at the rough vibration that spread across his back.

Omega propped herself up to rest her head in her hands, her elbows pressing against your chest and you hid the wince when her pointed appendages dug into your sternum.

Her eyes twinkled as they met yours, “We’ve missed you,” She exclaimed, the twinkle in her eyes grew brighter, “Tech barely left the house, Phee brought over food for us but we ended up giving it to the shelter ‘cause Echo went bananas and made enough food for the entire village! And Wrecker built a giant shed in a day! The Unstoppable Machine they called him. Oh and Crosshair slept at the gun range every night. Echo had to bring him food and a pillow and blanket-,”

You blew out a disappointed sigh. Leave it to Crosshair to do the exact opposite of what you said. Taking care of yourself does not equal three nights at the gun range. Crosshair hid his head in Echo’s shoulder shielding himself away from your scowl.

“Hunter wouldn’t leave my side,” Omega continued, “I wasn’t even allowed to sleep over at the Hazards. It’s okay though. Truthfully, I didn’t feel like sleeping away from home anyways.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat. You knew they didn’t want you to go but you never really knew how much pain you’re absent brought the six of them.

“I’m so sorry,” You whispered into the silence of the room, “I’m here now and I’m not leaving ever again, I promise.”

Omega held out her hand, little finger up, “Pinky promise?”

You locked your smallest finger around hers and brought them both up to your lips, pressing a delicate kiss to her skin, “To the brightest stars and back.”

Omega was the first to fall asleep, followed quickly by Echo; the warmth of his blanket and your body heat lulled him into a peaceful slumber. Wrecker was next, his snores unnaturally quiet for a man his size. Small blessings, truly.

Tech’s head is pillowed on your thigh, his datapad loosely held in his hand, conversation with Phee most likely cut short by his sleep. Out of all your boys your heart is warmed by him the most. He’s the only one who doesn’t live here, he’s the only one who has spent four nights away from their partner. He’s never once complained about it and you know neither has Phee; she’d let Tech spend a thousand more nights here if that’s what he needs.

Crosshair and Hunter were the last to drift off, their bodies on high alert, tracking any movement that could possibly take you away from them. Crosshair once said that nothing is ever too good to be true, but like most things the sniper’s believed, he’s wrong. Because you’re here for good, and that’s true.

You felt a nudge against your right side and you rolled your eyes fully expecting to get an ear full of Tech’s latest discoveries during your absence but instead you're met with an unreadable expression as Crosshair stared at you.

He doesn’t say anything and he looks more pissed off than before. It’s late and you're tired, physically and emotionally and the last thing you want is an angry clone glaring at you through the night.

“This wasn’t my idea,” You reminded him, tone a little rougher than it probably should be, “But I’m not going to have you ruin it because I need this. I might have only been gone for three days but I was alone for each one and you were here, with the boys’ and Omega.”

He’s silent, eyes sharp almost like he’s studying you. When he does speak it sounds like it’s through gritted teeth, “Where else?”

And, oh

You had been expecting that question from Hunter, maybe even Echo, but not him.

You sighed and let your head fall back against your pillow. Whenever the gentleman got too bold, you were able to direct their attention somewhere other than your body… but sometimes you just weren’t fast enough.

“You were right, the others wouldn’t have been able to sit and watch,” You shifted your eyes back to the sniper, “The man grabbed me, pulled me into his lap and sometimes when I close my eyes, I can feel his breath against my skin and I hate it.”

The arms locked around you tighten, Hunter's head unburing itself from your neck, his breathing falling to the softest puffs against your skin. You honestly should have known that he wouldn’t fully be asleep.

You sighed, pulling Omega closer to your chest, needing to feel her heartbeat, letting it ground you, “Rex was immediately lifting me off of him and using his body as a shield, keeping me out of the man’s sight. What was supposed to be a stealth mission turned into a full blown blaster fight. What was it you said Crosshair? ‘Dead bodies make things complicated’?”

“Sometimes complicated is necessary for survival,” Crosshair said, “It may have not gone down the way you wanted it to, but tonight there are people finding their freedom from slavery and that’s because there are good people out there willing to fight for them. People like you.”

Your throat constricted at his words and you felt the beginning of tears build up, you do your best to blink them away before they get a chance to escape.

“You’re not leaving us again, right?” Hunter’s voice was rough, and it was clear from the way he asked the question that there was only one acceptable answer.

“No, never again,” You replied, before asking your own question, “Do I smell better now?”

Hunter made a show of taking in a deep breath, pausing for a second before giving a slow nod, “You smell like my aftershave, Echo’s mechanical oil for his prosthetics, Omega’s shampoo, Phee’s perfume that lingers on Tech’s clothes and the chemical ingredients in Tech’s eye drops.”

“Wrecker and Crosshair?”

“By the morning you’ll smell like them too. I promise.”

“Good, but in case I don’t; I’m not doing anything tomorrow night.”

Crosshair pressed his front flushed against Echo’s back and threw his arm over his brother's body to rest on top of Omega’s back, “If we must, I'm making Wrecker bring the mattresses down here. I’m getting too old for this shit.”

You laced your fingers with his across Omega’s body, “Deal.”

A/N: I’ve had one rule when it comes to tbb. I don’t write for Crosshair – He’s a hard character to write – So how the heck did I manage to include him in 80% of this fic?! I’m not sure I was able to capture his personality completely but I hope I did him justice. (runs and hides)

[ohsunnyboy]

a spark of light | han yujin ˚₊‧⁺˖

while han yujin isn't the greatest at maths, he is good at keeping your mind off it... that and being an annoyance.

TAGS: pining!!!!, bestfriends! yujin and gn!reader, highschool!au, some academic pressure, gaming, fluff, cuddles and general overwatch terms, lil bit of denial :>

A/N: i don't wanna do maths and yujin would support me in that. self-indulgent to deal w maths hell (i am bri'ish so math is maths)

WORDS: ~650

Inverse sin goes to one over root one minus... differentiate the brackets... sub in... simplify...

There's nothing soothing about maths. Not when you've been flipping back and forth between your formula sheet, always on the verge of doing something but never being quite too sure. It's bad habit to chew your lips red raw every time you try and it gets on Yujin’s nerves but hey, this isn't about him.

"It's not due until Friday you know," Han Yujin, serial procrastinator, says. "You can put the pen down."

"Just need to finish this one," you whine. It shouldn't be that bad: just an inverse tan question but you can't figure out if or how you'd simplify it down. What to do... what to do...

Fwick!

"Yujin!" His head flick and the sound of his laugh makes the weight in your head almost quadruple. You rest your head on the folded table on your lap, only vaguely aware of the characters running about on Yujin's screen.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing is working right in your head right now. You don't think it's the lack of sleep, not with the Red Bull still sitting on the table; it might be your head, spinning with x's and u's and y's. Though, it wouldn't take Einstein to figure out what you really need is anything but maths right now...

It's not much longer before you hear a sigh, and "Defeat" come from the TV. Oh well, it's what he gets for being annoying at least.

There’s a shift on the bed as you feel yourself roll a little more next to Yujin. Before you know it, he’s dragging you from under the armpits and into his side. You’re too tired to care much, even if Yujin kicks your homework off the bed.

"What?" you whine into Yujin’s shoulder. He smells like the cheap aftershave you bought him for his birthday last year after all he stunk of was his dance practices. “You want to help a poor soul?"

"No, you just think too hard,” he quips, voice a little terse as his Zenyatta gets charged off the map. "It's distracting me." You need to stifle a small smile when he comes back to charge attack the offending Reinhardt to death.

The silence you settle into is comfortable. Another round later, Yujin slips you your claimed plush (a really adorable rabbit plush that you both named Ollie) under your arm, letting you watch and let your mind empty out. Time ticks by, and soon your headache and maths become a distant problem.

“I always think too much,” you say with mirth. The bar at the top of the screen runs into overtime, Yujin’s Zenyatta and a D.va somehow fending off the entire opposing team as he zones off from you. You don’t think he hears you, not with the adrenaline in his ears as "Victory" flashes across the screen.

However, he replies with a toothy grin. "Good, because I need you to think for me." The idiot says it like a good thing. But he looks in your eyes with a spark of light them. Like lightning crackling across a dark sky. "Want to play the next match with me, yeah?"

You always think too much, and do too little. Can you really deny him this? "Fine."

"You love me,” he teases. It’s pressed into your ear and slides like a secret sticky note straight into your heart.

"Totally." You try to roll your eyes but he’s already off the bed in search of your laptop somewhere in the pile of your messes. Careful to put your forgotten homework back onto the table with the empty Red Bull cans.

It also doesn’t take Einstein to figure out what your heart is doing, and where your brain is taking you. Of all the times for your head to work, is right now really worth it?

You don't know what you'd do without Yujin. But you'd rather keel over than admit the solution to all your problems was him all along.

a good lil comfort fic was what i've been needing so here we are :) a like and reblog would be appreciated if you enjoyed! ⭒ masterlist

[brisquad-unit-4402]

Hey! I love your headcannons and stuff for njsj! Idk if i will do this request thing right but can i add like some numbers for 1 headcannon/drabble?

If i can i would like 20+23 with maybe a 18+ 12 ;) for shu and alban, idk if you want to add anyone else but i love those 2 sm so anyone with them!

Also congrats on 100 followers!!! Here's to many more to come!! You definitely deserve it !

thank you for the encouragement, i’m flattered. and yes, i’m alright with adding prompts into one entry! i couldn’t tell if 12 ;) was implying you wanted form the mature list or not, so i just went with 12 from the basic list. if you meant that you wanted mature prompt 12 let me know! kind of my fault for making both lists have numbers instead of a better way to specify mature from basic. regardless i hope you enjoy

ah... i feel like i took too long of a break from writing after stars above your skin and now i'm out of it... maybe i'll take some of my own ideas in my notes and write them in 3rd pov instead of 2nd, because i feel like my 3rd pov is getting stunted... you get that feeling after not practicing a skill for a while, right? i need to get better! i always want to get better!!

tags: established relationship, gender-neutral reader, fluff, off-collab, cuddling, sleepy kisses

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

🎭 Alban Knox

20. secret relationship + 23. off-collab

The thief leans over your shoulder as you cut, and the knife drips. Residue sticks to your hands as you draw gashes along the flesh. The smell is pungent, and the chat frenzies at the revolving massacre even though you have yet to notice your witnesses. 

Alban crinkles his nose. “You seriously cut garlic like that?”

You pouted and continue to fumble over the clove of garlic. “You said you wanted to see me cut it!”

“Okay, but I didn’t expect it to be that bad.”

“It’s going to get minced anyways, I’m just, um, preparing it!”

“Mincing is preparing it. Gimme some of that.” You pause so Alban could pick out two pieces and hold them up to the handcam. One chunk was so big that the camera could pick up the details of the center of the clove where it had been cut, and the other was miniscule in comparison. “You see this, chat? Reader’s cutting it like it’s supposed to get diced, but it’s not even in cubes. Just weird shapes.”

“Don’t shame my garlic! They can be whatever they want to be.”

“They look like they want to die. Here, let me try.”

Alban takes the knife away and chops the remaining garlic. He’s no Michelin star chef, sure, but he’s much faster than you, and with much better technique. In just a few blinks, the clove is nothing more than tiny, evenly minced pieces. 

“You’re so cool, Alban.” Your eyes practically sparkled as you focused on his work. For a moment he’s glad there isn’t a good way for your models to track on stream, because with you distracted and the chat unaware, there’s no one to see him turn his head away bashfully at the sudden praise. 

You take the knife and get started on the next clove. You still have a couple more to go. Unsteady hands try to replicate Alban as much as you can. “Is it like this?”

“It’s more like…”

Alban grasps your hand, still over the knife, and guides you along with slow motions. The clove slices apart into coins, then the knife turns and cuts into strips. Afterwards, he places one of your hands along the blunt edge while the dominant remains in the handle, and chops through the pile of garlic until there’s nothing but small, even bits. 

He retracts one of his hands, but his grip is still firm on top of the handle, above yours. You realize that even though the chat is likely freaking out over the hand holding, his arm is still bent out as if it came from beside you, and not from where he stands flush against your body. 

Then he plants his free hand along the side of your hip, drawing you closer, and your face goes hot. Even if there’s no way the camera could pick it up, you can’t help but feel exposed. You lost count of how many live viewers you have, but you can only imagine thousands of people watching your every move, and how if that camera moves even an inch, you and your boyfriend would be in danger of getting caught. 

Alban perches his head on your shoulder, coy as ever. “How’s that?”

“It’s…” You smack your lips and say the first thing on your mind before anyone can get suspicious. “Garlic.”

“Evenly cut garlic that won’t have weird cooking times,” he boasts. “Do you remember how to do it?”

Though you do have to admit, smugness is a good look on Alban, especially when he can embrace you like this. 

“Nope,” you lie. “Show me again?”

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

18. wearing their clothes + 12. kissing before leaving for the day

Alban takes his coat off and on so often that there’s no real need for a coat hanger, even when he’s not wearing it. He tends to leave it draped in whichever room he took it off, and leaves it there until he wants it next. 

This morning, it’s placed along the back of a chair in your room. It’s more of a nuisance moving it than leaving it where it is, so you continue about your morning routine as you get ready for the day ahead. You walk past it time and time again as you pace around and get yourself together.

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. It’s an off-day, so you plan on getting some errands done before the afternoon rush. You’ve finished everything in your routine, but you look down at your outfit. Something feels… incomplete.

Your eyes slide over to the coat hanging off the chair.

On Alban, the coat covers almost his entire frame, and on you it’s no different. It works really well with your clothes, though, and you can understand why Alban wears it religiously. The fabric doesn’t impede your movement, but weighs down on your shoulders like a heavy blanket, and feels just as comfortable and soft as one. You bury your nose into the baggy hood. Smells ambery, just like him. 

You step out of your room, still buried in the hood of his coat, and prepare the last of your things before you leave the house. As you grab your keys, you see a figure enter the room, with a fluffy bedhead and oversized sleepwear.

Alban yawns like a housecat. One eye cracks open as he does, a chocolatey brown that droops a little with drowsiness. “Good morning, Reader.”

“Good morning, Alban.” You swipe your keys into one of the coat’s many pockets with one hand, and pat Alban’s head with the other. The sleeve slides down as you reach for his messy hair. “Sleep well?”

“Mhm, really well. I didn’t want to get up at all—” He stops himself. He blinks the sleep away, then focuses on your sleeve as it rolls back down your arm, one chocolate eye and one neon taking in your appearance. “Is that my…?”

“I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, why would I?”

He makes grabby hands at you, and when you get close enough for him to touch, he fiddles with how the coat lays on your body, an affectionate look on his face. He finally decides on zipping it up most of the way and flips the hood over your head. It flops over your eyes. 

You reach up to readjust it, and when you regain your eyesight, you’re greeted by Alban rocking on his feet with a sweet smile. His voice is still sleepy and low, but excited. “Aww, Reader, you look so cute!”

“It’s so comfy.” You hug your sleeves and nestle into the coat, proving both your and Alban’s points. The hood flops over again, so you brush it up with one hand, resembling a cat pawing at its ear. Alban coos. “All set? I’m about to go do some errands.”

“Wait, before you go! Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He cocks his head, waiting for you to answer. Instead, you rest a hand on his shoulder and lean to meet your lips along his own. The taste is crisp and fresh, and even though you can tell he started his morning routine, Alban’s lips are slow, sleepy, and savory. 

When you part, Alban playfully bats at your hood and knocks it back over your eyes. He chuckles. “Be safe, okay? I’ll see you later today.” 

With a huff and clumsy hands, you push it back up while Alban’s sleepy smile turns into a smirk. In his hands is something you didn’t notice before: an old but cared-for leather wallet folded up in his grasp. Alban’s wallet.

“When did you get that?” You ask. You could’ve sworn he was empty-handed when he greeted you. Realization strikes you. You pat down the pockets on the bottom of the coat, where you last remember the wallet, and when those turn out empty, you search all the other small pockets along the coat. “Wait, don’t tell me.” 

“Did you think you could pull a fast one on me?” He teases. 

“No, I just—didn’t realize! Did you grab it while we were kissing? I didn’t even notice!” 

“Heh, you know me! I’m an elusive, badass phantom…” Alban trails off into a massive yawn. ”…Thief. I’m a phantom thief.”

“Sure are.” You ruffle his hair. “Cutest elusive badass out there. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Come back faster. I’ll miss you.”

“Before you know it,” you repeat. “Besides, I’m wearing your coat. I’ve got a little bit of you with me today.”

He kisses you again, this time on your forehead where the hoodie rests. You can still sense the faded toothpaste smell. “Okay. Now get out, I need to make some coffee.”

“Screw you too.” You have a hand on the doorknob. “I’ll be home soon!”

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

👟 Shu Yamino

20. secret relationship + 23. off-collab

“Okay, they should be able to hear you now.”

“Eyyyy, guys. How’s my volume?”

“Chat says you’re good, Shu. What about me?”

Shu’s streaming laptop is gingerly placed in the center of your impromptu studio. This off-collab was rather impulsive, and the only place in the vacation home with enough outlets for all the stream equipment was on the floor, so you dumped a bunch of blankets and pillows over the floor for both sound preservation and comfort.

At first the setup on the floor was scuffed. It took nearly an hour before stream to get things organized with PNGs instead of your models, and the first ten minutes were full of chat mentioning someone was too far away to hear. 

“Too quiet,” Shu says. “I think you need to get closer to the mic.”

You shuffle forward. “How about now?”

Still, the chat can’t quite understand you. Ready to readjust, you get to your feet but Shu tugs on your pant leg before you can fully rise. 

You cock your head, trying to figure out his game, but it falls into place when he lightly pats his leg. He’s sitting on a pillow with his legs folded underneath themselves, the picture of elegance without even trying. His sorcerous nature tends to make him graceful even when he’s casual, including the relaxed position during the stream. 

“I think I have an idea on how to fix it, Reader.” One pointed fingernail beckons you. “Come here.”

Curious, you scooch over inch-by-inch, closing the gap between you and Shu. That is, until Shu reaches out, scoops his hand by your shoulder, and brings you down in one fell swoop. Your body is placed along his lap, with your head resting along his thighs. 

Shu reaches for the mic across your head while you’re too caught off-guard to react, and fiddles with it while you watch his focused face and elongated muscle above you. The mic stand lowers. “Say something now, Reader?”

“Um…” 

Does he seriously expect you to stream like this? You may be dating, but this has to be unprofessional on so many levels, especially since there’s no way chat could know your position with those PNGs on screen. Is the audio okay? What happens if you bump the mic or it picks up a weird sound that clues your audience into the secret streamer relationship scandal of the year?

The paranoia is getting to you, but you can’t deny it; Shu’s lap is really comfortable. His calves fold at just the right place so that it serves as an incline for your body. 

Shu's fingers rest on your hair, and it rustles as he begins to comb through. Your heart soars.

“What was that?” He says out loud in response to nothing. He’s obviously bluffing, but he looks so at peace with his hands in your hair and the stream online. This might be his perfect element. “Reader, can you repeat that again?”

“…Right.” Screw it. If Shu is this calm, then maybe there’s nothing to fear after all. You close your eyes as Shu strokes you, and you launch into your default greeting as your role in the company. 

When Shu smiles, you can hear how his voice lifts. “Chat says it’s all good. Welcome to the stream, everybody.” His nails travel to your jawline. One finger lightly scratches along while the others prop along your face, and the action is so tender it almost feels religious. Shu watches you exhale, appreciating the moment to relax even while the stream is running, and when he continues, only one person listening can recognize how his voice clouds into cotton candy. “I have Reader with me today.”

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18. wearing their clothes + 12. kissing before leaving for the day

Shu’s sleep schedule is, as you know, a mess, but last night was probably one of his… messier moments. He scheduled a late-night membership stream, and only hours before he went live, he made a members-only post for the waiting room. The thumbnail and title both had soju in it.

Long story short, the stream ended in the wee hours of the morning with the Yaminions happily fed and Shu satisfied, but barely able to keep his eyes open until he raided another stream. You were asleep for the majority of the stream but woke up just as his head hit the pillow, still in his daytime clothes and not a single step of his nightly routine done. You gently jostled Shu to get himself ready for bed, but the sun was rising in the sky by the time he fell asleep properly. 

The day doesn’t stop for anyone. A few hours later, you wake up well-rested and in time for your plans for the day. Shu is still sound asleep, however. He stole the covers and nestled up in the warmth while he was asleep, and you could barely see his face through untamed dark hair. Even in deep sleep and all covered up like this, he’s adorable. He doesn’t stir a bit even as you climb out of bed and get ready.

After brushing your teeth, you pass from the bathroom to the bedroom again and think on your outfit, before you see a plume of fur out of the corner of your eye.

The memories of last night—this morning?—Return as you examine the dresser, and the fur on top of it. It’s the loose black sleeves from Shu’s newer outfits, and on top of it is a large bat wing wrapped in a black-and-white fur pelt.

You take the sleeves and pelt in your hands, intending to put them away where they belong, but the fur is so inviting and cozy you don’t want to let go. You bury your face in it. It’s so fluffy! And it smells just like his everyday fragrance, subtly sweet while undeniably human. 

The sleeves are adjustable, and slide in place on your arms easily. You think to yourself. His accessories are pretty wild, but you could tone these down into something a lot more casual streetwear with your outfit today. Besides, it’s your day off and you’ll be meeting up with some friends to hang out. It wouldn’t be inappropriate.

Shu probably wouldn’t mind, either.

You slip the pelt over your shoulder and fasten the sleeves as you finish up your breakfast, just about ready to leave the house. The pelt is surprisingly light, and the bat wing conserves your heat without getting sweaty.

The last thing left to do is to grab your keys. You head over to the bedroom and find them on your nightstand. Shu is exactly where you left him, the hair in front of his face swishing along to his gentle breathing.

It parts out of his face as you reach out. Your hands stroke his hair as you examine his sleeping face. His lips are slightly open, and whenever he exhales, you can see a flash of teeth between his blanket nest. His banana rests between his ear and the pillow.

The closer you get to him, the more your smile grows. He’s… really adorable. Everything about him right now seems soft, almost cherubic. He looks like a stuffed animal. A plush cat! You have to fight the urge to squeeze him like one.

Instead, you brush some of his hair out of the way, and press a kiss to his temple.

Shu doesn’t move. He’s still as plush as ever. Even as the kiss ends, he’s so warm that you want to stay nearby. 

“Sleep well, sweetheart,” you whisper, close to his ear. “I’ll be back.”

A lock of pink hair curls under your fingers as you tuck it behind the ear. Shu’s eyes are closed, but you hear him drowsily grunt. Is he awake? “Mm-mm.”

You stifle a giggle. “You want me to stay?”

“Mm-hm.”

“But I have things to do.”

“Mm-mm.”

“I’ll stay a little longer if you wake up. Are you awake?”

Shu finally opens his mouth. “Noooo.”

“Then I’ll let you rest while I’m out.” You kiss him again. “Goodnight. Bye-bye, Shu.”

“Wait.” Shu blindly feels around with his free hand, and finds yours. He takes it, groggily but gently, guiding you closer to him even though his eyes are shut. The back of your palm goes velvet pink, and you hear a small chu as he parts. 

Then he tucks your hand in his grasp like a stuffed animal. You’re trapped. 

“Shu,” you whine. You try to wriggle out, careful not to disturb him. No avail, however. You’re stuck, and the sleeves drape along his body like even more blankets. “I have somewhere to be!”

He cuddles up to your forearm, and his head meets the fur of his pelt. “Soft.” He nuzzles closer, considering your shoulder as a suitable pillow, before fully resting his head on you.

You call his name again. It’s a really strange position for you, and besides, you have plans!

But then you look down. You don’t remember seeing that light smile on his face when you first kissed him goodbye. 

You can make five minutes for that smile. 

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✧. ┊ event post ✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[eds6ngel]

♀️the price of womanhood

i want to thank @thefreak0fhawkinshigh for giving me this idea !! their thought about eddie being mad at the price of female hygiene products gave me this wonderful idea <33

warnings: fem!reader. afab!reader. she her pronouns. period talk. mentions of sex. reader is mentioned as petite and has size medium underwear. established relationship. r and eddie are both mid-twenties. swearing. eddie being a lil feminist. fluff. comfort. robin cameo!! [1.9k].

Robin groans as she hears the frantic knocking at her apartment door, lifting herself from the comfy space on her couch as she attends to the visitor.

Twisting the knob, she pulls open the door to a worn-out looking Eddie Munson. His breath is heavy, hair disheveled as it seems he ran to her apartment.

“What do you want, Munson?”

“Okay,” he breathes out, “I need your help.”

She huffs, signalling with her arm to let the young metalhead in, wondering what was so desperate that he came to her for help. Couldn’t he just ask his girlfriend?

Unless, it was a girlfriend problem.

You woke up to Eddie curled up next to you, head slotted in the gap between your head and shoulder.

However, a sharp pain at the bottom of your stomach distracts you from your calmness. You hiss at the intrusion, carefully lifting Eddie’s arm up and moving yourself off of the bed.

“You okay, princess?” Eddie grumbles from behind you, eyes still closed from where the sleep was not allowing him to arise.

You turn your back towards him, leaning down and stroking his hair, his eyes squinted a little, getting used to the sunlight. “I’m just heading to the bathroom, okay? I’ll be back, I promise.”

He hums in response as you place a tender kiss to his hairline, rising from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

You sit down on the toilet, letting your bladder empty as another pain hits you suddenly. As you collect the toilet paper in your hand, you wipe, lifting the paper to see it stained red.

Your period had started.

However, as you look up to grab a pad from your usual stocked-up pile, the shelf seems to be empty. You were out of sanitary products.

You huff, your flow being a little heavy, you go the old-fashioned route: stuffing your underwear full of toilet paper. It would have to do for now.

You return to the bedroom, heading over to yours and Eddie’s shared closet, beginning to choose an outfit.

Eddie groans, “Thought you were coming back for morning cuddles.”

“They’ll have to be put on hold baby, I’m out of pads. Need to go to the store quickly.”

The mention of the word “pads” alerts Eddie, him suddenly coming up behind you, putting his hands on your waist and moving you out of the way.

“As your boyfriend, my girlfriend deserves to relax whilst I take on the job of retrieving her sanitary products,” he tells you in a put-on posh accent.

You giggle, “You make periods sound so glamourous.”

“A regular, manageable cycle is a good sign to me,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your cheek and throwing on a black t-shirt, taking a pair of jeans from out the drawer.

“You need anything else whilst I’m gone, sweetheart? Heating pad, paracetamol, lemon water?”

You smile to yourself. God, he was so understanding.

“I can get the heating pad myself baby, don’t worry. You concentrate on the sanitary products.”

“Okay,” he says, throwing on his infamous pair of white sneakers and doing up the zip to his trousers. He does a once-over in the mirror, shaking his head like a wet dog to get his hair semi-presentable.

You’ve already made your way to the kitchen, switching on the kettle and patiently waiting for the water to warm.

You wince as another cramp hits you, Eddie coming into the room and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, tenderly massaging the bottom of your stomach.

“It’s manageable,” you tell him, already knowing what his question was gonna be. You’d become accustomed to the routine by now, you and Eddie taking this monthly trip around the sun many times.

“Okay,” he mumbles into your neck, “I’ll be as quick as possible, okay?”

You hum as he presses a kiss to your neck, letting go of you as you hear the keys jangle, him unlocking the door and heading to the store.

As Eddie stands in the sanitary products aisle, he is overwhelmed by the amount of products. Why were there so many options?

The brand you bought were called Always, wasn’t that enough knowledge to know?

Extra heavy overnight. Okay, you don’t need overnight, scratch that off the never-ending options.

Extra heavy flow. Heavy flow. Regular flow. With wings. Long super. Extra long super. Why the fuck were there so many different types?

He huffs as he quickly thinks of someone he could ask for help. Someone who lived a mere five minutes from the store.

Eddie went on an extremely long ramble about his problems, Robin realising what the issue was after one sentence. But, she let him talk regardless. It was funny seeing him stress out.

“Okay. So basically, Y/N needs pads, but you went to the store with no knowledge about her menstrual cycle apart from the brand name of her pads.”

Eddie groans as he places his hands over his face, “Yeah, I know. I sound like a fuckin’ idiot.”

Robin snorts, “Don’t worry, you’re still doing better than Steve. He just picked up a random one. Like, thanks dude, the extra thin, light flow ones are really gonna help me when I evidently have painful cramps.”

“So… Painful cramps means heavier flow?”

Robin nods, “Yes, usually. Are her cramps bad?”

Eddie shakes his head, recalling the conversation from earlier, “No, she said they’re manageable. They usually are. Sometimes they get bad, but she’s never bought a different packet.”

“Good to know. What’s her size?”

“I mean…” Eddie coughs, “She’s a petite girl, so her pussy kinda matches that—“

Robin looks at him in disgust, “Not the size of her vagina, you dickwad! The size of her underwear!”

“Oh, um… I guess a medium?”

“Right,” Robin thinks, “Size 1, Regular Flow. That’s your answer.”

“Great,” Eddie smiles, before contemplating something else, “Wait, what about the wings shit?”

“What about it?” Robin questions.

“Well, do I need ones with wings?”

Robin huffs, pinching the bridge of her nose, “That’s a personal preference thing dude. Does she buy ones with wings?”

“How am I supposed to know?” he asks, as if the answer is obvious.

“Just get her some with wings. Better to be safe than sorry.”

“Okay,” he breathes out, “Thanks Robs, you’re a lifesaver.”

“Great, now go. I have a date to get ready for,” she says, turning her back to him.

“A date?” he questions, “It’s 10AM.”

“And I need to look perfect, Munson!”

He laughs as he shakes his head, closing Robin’s front door behind him and heading back to the store.

Always Infinity. Size 1. Regular Flow. With Wings.

Eddie searched throughout the shelves of sanitary products, looking closely at the labels as he comes across the correct product.

“Thank fuck for that,” he mutters to himself, grabbing two packets in his hand, knowing that would last you a couple of months, before heading to the checkout.

The woman scans the items, Eddie waiting patiently before she tells him the price. Something he was not ready to hear.

“That’s $15.”

Eddie almost choked on his own saliva, his wallet in his hand, ready to give her a $5 bill at most. “I’m sorry?” he splutters out.

“$15. Do you not have the money, sir?”

Eddie’s eyebrows are raised to the top of his forehead, showing the endless creases as he rapidly blinks. “No, I-I do. Yeah, um…” He takes out another $10 bill along with his planned $5 and hands it to the cashier woman.

She puts it in the cash register, smiling at him as she basically tells him with her eyes that it’s time for him to leave.

“Uh… thank you,” he awkwardly smiles, turning his back and heading out towards his van.

Fifteen fucking dollars.

The sound of the front door slamming shut signals the arrival of your boyfriend. You slowly rise from the bed, placing your heating pad on the bedside table and greeting Eddie in the kitchen.

“Babe, I am so sorry. I had no idea what I was doing, so I had to go to Robin’s to ask her for help, and then I still didn’t know if that’s exactly what you wanted, so I’m sorry if I fucked it up—”

You cut off his rambling with a kiss, him cupping your cheeks as you lean your forehead against his. “It’s perfect, thank you for doing this.”

You looked down at the two packets of pads, picking them up in your hands, “The size and flow are correct, so that’s the main important thing. For next time, I buy the cotton ones, but the infinity ones are good for now,” you smile.

“Okay, as long as you can use them,” he replies, you rushing to the toilet to replace the soaked through tissue with a much comfier sanitary towel.

As you come back, Eddie lets out, “Can we talk about the price of that shit though?”

“Oh yeah,” you shrug, “Well, I’m used to it.”

“You fucking shouldn’t be!” he exclaims, “That shit cost me fifteen dollars! I mean, you don’t even ask for this, this is just a part of growing up for you. How are a pack of condoms, which aren’t even necessary to me, only three dollars more expensive? Like, that’s such bullshit.”

You softly laugh at Eddie’s outrage. It wasn’t common for you to see men act like this towards the price of having a period. You 100% agreed, but, sometimes you don’t realise how it seemed from an outside perspective. You’d been doing this for well over ten years, your bank account was used to the monthly spending.

“God,” he breathes out, “I would hate being a woman. Like, imagine having to bleed out of your vagina every month for not conceiving, and then having to go on some form of birth control regardless because of how painful your cramps are or because you are having sex. And then what do men get? The least reliable form of contraception. So, women are pretty much punished for being women.”

You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck, “That’s the price of womanhood baby. Very feminist of you to talk like that, I must say.”

“If that’s what feminism is about, count me the fuck in,” he straightforwardly admits.

You giggle, placing a soft kiss to his lips, “I love you. Thank you for getting these for me, and thank you for having a rage about the price of menstrual products.”

“I love you too,” he mumbles into your neck, “I’m sorry you have to go through this shit.”

“It’s okay… I’m used to it.”

He leans back, cupping your face in his large, ringed hands, “You shouldn’t be. You’re very brave for having to deal with this. Very, very proud.”

You smile back, “I’m proud of you for going out of your way to learn all of this stuff. Not many men do that, you know?”

He hugs you, “Well, they should. It’s the least I could do in comparison to what you go through.”

You look up at him, “Thank you for understanding.”

“Thank you for trusting me.”

i do truly believe this is canonically accurate. eddie munson is a lil feminist.

[klausysworld]

Hi there! I just wanted to say that your writing is excellent and I hoped to make a request. Could you do one where Kol gets upset after his mom (I hate her) tries to kill him so he shows up at the reader's house because he doesn't know where else to go. The reader tries to comfort him with hugs and cuddles but he's just really upset and distracted and he accidentally bites her. The reader is scared and not sure what to think but after feeding on her for a bit, he just kinda passes out. Then when he wakes up and sees what he did hes just horrified. Whatever you want after that.

Ik it's kinda specific but it's okay if you can't do it. Thank you!!!

The one that i never got

I was already in bed hidden beneath the warmth of a pile of blankets when a loud knock sounded from downstairs. I shut my eyes and silently prayed the person would leave but another pounding at the door followed shortly after

“y/n! darling? are you home…? i need to see you” oh it was Kol. I quickly shoved the duvet away and padded my way down the stairs. I hurriedly undid the locks and opened the door to see a teary eyed Kol, my heart broke a little at the lost look he had on his face.

“what happened?” i asked quietly as i took his hand and lead him inside in the warm. I locked the door back up before turning back to him

“my mother…she didn’t actually want to be a family…she just uh she wanted to kill is…so um” his eyes wondered around the room aimlessly until i pulled him in for a hug, i wrapped my arms around his torso tightly and lightly kissed his shoulder as he let his hands hold me against him

“i hate her” he whispered

“i know” i replied while rubbing his back

“she’s a horrible mother and i wish she would just stay dead” his words became more broken each time as a sob left his lips

“where is she now?” i asked hesitantly

“Nik…he killed her i think…again hah um yea but who knows if she’ll actually stay in the ground or just pop up to murder her family” his voice was falling into a sarcastic tone as he laughed through his struggle

“maybe it’d be best for you to get some rest? i know that vampires don’t sleep much but…” he squeezed me a little tighter before pulling away

“yeah okay, lets get to sleep” we silently went up the stairs and climbed into bed, i pulled him closer to me as he cried and ran my fingers through his soft hair

“she thinks i’m a monster” he weeped.

Just before i could tell him how wrong she was i felt sharp teeth at my throat

“if she thinks i’m a monster…” his voice was so quiet and so dark compared to normal before a sharp pain stabbed into my neck making me scream for him to stop

“KOL! KOL STOP IT! KOL” i was thrashing against him but he was now on-top of me and managed to hold my flying arms and legs down with his own, it occurred to me that my struggle was a game to him as he growled into my neck while i grew weaker by the second.

“no no no no” i chanted quietly as my eyes began to droop, everything in me felt heavy as i fell into an unknown darkness.

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(third person)

Kol woke the next morning feeling much better than the night before. Chances were his mother would probably still be dead and he could have a few days to relax. He stretched out a little before turning around to see his love. What he found however would haunt him for an eternity.

She was deathly pale, deep red blood coated her from her jaw to her shoulders and her hands were also covered. He couldn’t concentrate enough to find a heartbeat, he could only hear his own as he quickly grabbed her in his arms, when he looked at his own, he was even more horrified.

“oh my god” he breathed seeing the dry blood all over his hands he glanced back at his girl, bruises all over her arms and legs, his own hand prints pressed into her soft skin. Only her face still held an element of peace and yet that sight was not at all comforting, she wasn’t in pain, she couldn’t feel it, she was going to die or was already dead.

Hurriedly he tore into his own wrist before shoving it against her parted lips, he tilted her head back so the metallic liquid would slide down her throat and into her system

“please darling, just drink and i’ll make it all better, i’ll fix everything i swear”

but she did not wake

he waited with her now cold body held in his blood stained arms, his sobs did not cease when his siblings got a witch to find him, when they dragged her body from his grip and fought with him to leave, not when your family held your funeral and he had to sit amongst people who adored you and pretend that he was not the reason for you absence

an almost silent “i love you” was uttered as he planted a white rose on your coffin “you are my always and forever, the one that i never got”

[prettygirl-gabi]

"We both do"

What happens when you fall for the two best friends in the friends group?

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Rating: Mature !MDNI! PLEASE! MDNI!

Paring: !college student San x !college student Wooyoung x !college student reader

Warning: pure smut, threesome, use of foul language, fluff (beginning and ending)

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Summary: cuddles piles = creamp's....

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You and San had gotten together after he had came to help you in your English lit class due to your migraines getting worse. He had always had your heart. San, knew about your problems with your migraine since he first met you.

Now, normally you would have Woo write your notes but he had to go to his little brother's school ceremony. What you didn't know was that they both had a massive crush on you, and each other.

Well, that was months ago. All three of you sat and talked. Coming to an agreement about everything, you are now the happiest you've been in years.

After spring break you three decided to tell the rest of the boys and they well all so happy for you.

You sighed happily against your headrest, your lower back pressed against your pillow as you read a book you had been putting off reading for months. You hadn't mean to, truly! It's just you got distracted easily, with your two extremely needy boyfriends. It was... hard to say the least, getting time by yourself.

Before you could get repositioned good on the bed, Woo came into the room full speed.

"Cuddle pile!" Wooyoung screams, throwing more of the clean blankets at the foot of the bed before launching himself on top of you. You just barely raise your arms enough so that Woo doesn't get a face full of a hard cover spine and roll your eyes. Sometimes you weren't sure of he ever paid attention to the details of his surroundings half the time. It was a miracle he hadn't gotten gravely injured yet but his gestures were so cute.

Which is why you're not shocked when said boyfriend's come barging in with a hoard of blankets in their arms.

"Oof," you cough out against the pressure of two heads pressed against your chest, your arms just barely fitting around both their wide shoulders as they snuggle into your sides, and both men giggle below you. Softly, San pokes your side.

"Is there any reason why you're interrupting my reading with a cuddle pile?"

"Yeah, we missed you," Wooyoung states simply and San nods, legs intertwining with yours as he starts to get comfortably. You can't lie, with two secure weights on top of you and the pillow offering excellent back support, this position is definitely not uncomfortable. You shook your head and let of a fit of giggles "I miss you both as well."

You weren't sure how the three of you had ended up in this position, you on your hands and knees on the bed with one of them either end of you, but here you were - and you were having the time of your life.

"Look at her," San laughed mockingly from where he thrust his cock in and out of your mouth, both of his hands in your hair. "She loves taking our cocks so much, Woo. Insatiable little thing."

You heard Wooyoung give a small chuckle of his own from behind you, his hips speeding up so that his own cock thrust in and out of your cunt at a faster speed. It caused you to jerk forwards and gag a little on San's dick, making both men laugh. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, but, ultimately, you were enjoying yourself. "She's so fucking wet, San" Woo cooed, smoothing his fingers across her back and grasping her hips to slam her harder back into him. "She's making a right mess. Drenching me and your bed."

"Stupid slut," San spat, taking his cock out of your mouth and running it across your swollen lips. He smacked it lightly across your faces, smearing your own spit around your delicate skin. "Gets wet over being used by her two boyfriends."

"Mhm, please," you manage to mutter.

"What do you want, our sweet girl ?" San hissed as jerked himself to the way Woo was fucking into you

"Want your cock, San." You whimper out and you feel Woo non stop thrust speed up more.

"Good girl, baby" San murmured and squeezed your cheeks with his strong fingers so you pouted, then he dug a little deeper and caused a pain that made your mouth fall open, your tongue sticking out for him. "Take it like a good slut, Gabby."

You accepted his cock back into your mouth, loving the heavy weight of it on your tongue whilst Woo kept rammed into you from behind. You felt him cave a little over you to press kisses at your neck. causing you to shiver from the chain dangling from his neck.

San took the chain in his hand lightly and pulled Woo into a kiss over your head. Some how Woo managed to slam into you harder now, the wet sounds filling the apartment and making you blush. His large cock was hitting spaces that you didn't even realise existed and you whined around San's dick who laughed as he had the look of amusement across his face as if he weren't being sucked off.

"Pretty little slut," Woo growled and then his fingers drifted to your clit. "You wanna cum? Gotta make us cum first, bunny."

He stopped being over you, proceeding to slam mercilessly inside of you.

"Look at her tits bounce," San mentioned, "So fucking hot."

"Mm," Woo murmured, "I have a good view of her ass from back here. So nice and round."

"Could use her all day," San agreed, "These pretty little lips are amazing."

"Once we've both came, you should try her back here, she so fucking thick and so good" Woo said, and you whimpered at the degrading comments they were sharing, as if you weren't even here. "She's practically clenching around my cock with every thrust. Greedy little cock slut, in't right baby." He slapped your ass.

"Hmm, maybe I should." San hummed and brushed some of your hair out of your face to look down at you, your eyes meeting. "Our greedy little cock slut, Gabby."

You whimper as the both of them came in your used holes. You were woren out but some how you still wanted and craved for more.

"Oh, baby all I have to do is just slide in, fuck so wet and tight for us." San say as he slowly slides his dick into your used cunt.

"Mmm s'big can't take more." You whine out. "Aww c'mon baby take San's dick like you took mine."Woo says as he gently shoves his cock in your mouth.

He hears you whimper. Wooyoung smiles and licks his lips. “Pretty, so fucking pretty."

“So good,” San groaned as he continue to move in and out of your still full cunt, rolling his hips against yours and working his cock in you.

“Fuck yes,” you breathed, and San somehow gathered your wrists in one hand, pinning them behind your back. San’s fingers with his other tightened on your hips, and you watched Woo's face, contorted in pleasure, mouth open as you sucked his dick like it was your last.

“You look so good making her come,” Wooyoung managed to murmured, “so fucking hot,”

You were feeling that familiar tightness in your cunt as you clench around San's dick.

“I’m not going to last,” San choked out, Wooyoung gripping your and taking his dick out of your mouth “Let me help,” Wooyoung reached for you to rub firm and frantic circles against your clit, and you arched suddenly in response, your body trembling.

San clung to you, biting out a curse as he started to come, the combination of his frantic thrusts and Wooyoung’s fingers pushing you over the edge again. With your wrists pinned and your hips held in place, you struggled against the both of them as they held you down to ride out your orgasm. Only for Woo to come all over your tits.

Once you three came down from your high the heat within your cunt lingers until he pulls out, causing your mixed orgasms to spill from your now empty and lonely hole. San let you fall down onto Woo. Woo gently held you in his arms while San went to run the three of you a bath.

Once in the bath you we in Woo's arms and san was at the opposite side of the tub. They both took turns grazing over the marks they left, and getting you all clean before bringing you to bed with fresh new sheets. "m'so proud of you baby." San said before putting you in one of Woo's shirt. "We, both are baby." Woo kissed your head as they laid beside you with aton of snack and water on the night stand.

[kat651]

hey, I got a little request for a fluffy care fic but it’s more of a sensitive topic so if ya don’t want to do it I understand but… could you do something with a female elf reader x Lindir and it’s ‘shark week’ but he’s so naïve and innocent he doesn’t realize that’s why she’s in pain until someone tells him. If this makes you uncomfortable you don’t have to.

You lay in bed, hugging your stomach. This pain was unbearable. Your world began to grow blurry and you moaned. Your stomach hurt, your back hurt, and you were hungry.  

“Y/n?” Lindir slowly opened the door to your room. “What are you still doing in bed? Lord Elrond had been waiting for you for over two hours.”

“Leave me be, I’m in pain…” you whispered. 

“What do you mean?” Lindir asked, walking over and pulling the blanket down so he could see your face. 

You looked up at him as his face changed to one of shock and concern. “Y/n, you’re pale…what’s wrong?” 

You whimpered and clutched yourself tighter. He sat and gently rubbed your back. “Do you want me to bring you some tea along with something to eat?”

You nodded and he gave your shoulder a squeeze before standing. “I’ll let lord Elrond know you’re not feeling well…” he whispered. 

You moaned in response before closing your eyes. 

-.-.-

Lindir placed a plate on a tray along with a small tea pot and a cup and took the tray back to your room. He slowly entered and set the tray on the bedside table before slowly sitting you up and stacking the pillows for you to lean agents. “Hey…”

You smiled as he gently brushed your hair from your face. He slowly set the tray on your lap before standing. “I’ll be back shortly, I just have to inform lord Elrond you won’t be joining us today.”

You nodded as you sipped the tea. “Thank you Lindir.” 

Lindir left and entered the library. 

“Did you find y/n” Elrond asked as he set a few scrolls on a desk. 

Lindir looked at him. “I- she’s still in bed. She could barely move and her face was pale. I’m afraid she has an injury she’s not telling us about.”

Elrond chuckled and shook his head. “No lindir, y/n is not injured…”

“What? But- my lord I’m sure you would think differently if you saw her condition-”

“Lindir, the symptoms you’re describing are quite clear. It’s simply that time of month for her.”

“Time of month- what?”

A female elf chuckled and walked over, whispering in Lindir’s ear before taking a few steps back. 

Lindir’s face and ears turned bright red. “Oh…I see…” he murmured.

The elf and Elrond began to chuckle. 

Lindir turned even more red. “It’s not funny,” he grumbled before walking off embarrassed. 

Lindir worked up the courage to enter your room again and he found you clutching your middle. 

He frowned and walked over to you. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

You held out one arm, motioning for him to come closer. He did and you pulled him in for a hug. “Just hold me…”

He turned red again and froze for a moment before going to the other side of the bed and scooting over to you and letting you rest in his arms as he leaned agents the pile of pillows. 

You buried your face in his shoulder and slowly took in his scent, relaxing a bit. He was stiff for a while but he soon was cuddling you as much as you were cuddling him. He had his cheek wresting on the top of your shoulder. 

-.-.-

Lord Elrond searched all over for lindir before deciding to check your room. He opened the door slowly and a smile came to his face when he saw you asleep as lindir gently rubbed your back. 

Lindir looked up when he felt eyes on him. “Lord Elrond I-”

Elrond held up his hand. “Take some time off, she needs someone by her side.”

Lindir nodded as the door closed. 

You woke some time later and immediately hissed in pain. Lindir was immediately asking you what you needed and you nuzzled closer. “I need a distraction…” You mumbled. 

He thought for a second before placing a kiss on your forehead. 

You were surprised by his actions and looked up at him. “I…you…”

He looked away, afraid he’d done something wrong.

“You missed…”

He looked at you as his ears heated up and he placed his lips on yours. 

[moondrop-writes]

cozy winter nights

prompt: what if the animatronics had an s/o who was a night security guard during the winter?

characters: glam!freddy, glam!chica, montgomery gator, roxanne wolf

writing form: headcanons

introductory page!!

GLAMROCK FREDDY ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

definitely the best person to go to during the winter, especially at night

the animatronics aren't supposed to be messing around with their temperature controls, but at night, Freddy will mess with his ventilation system a bit so the heat he radiates is a little bit warmer for you

he'll come meet you in the security office to keep you company

"y/n! you look frozen! allow me to help you."

will literally distract you from your job just to be close and chat with you

"freddy, i need to watch the cameras." "but your fingers will get cold!"

biggest cuddler out of the bunch

he's just very concerned for your health. it cant be good to be sitting in the office all night with no heat

unsubtly pitches the idea of portable heaters to the front desk

GLAMROCK CHICA ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱

you know how people say fitness is the best way to warm your body up? well she's a firm believer in that

she loves you lots, don't get her wrong, but she isn't going to baby you like Freddy will

"c'mon, y/n! you just gotta move around a little, take a few laps around the security office!"

very energetic and happy despite it being 3am and the dead of winter

you are not pleased

she'll sneak you some hot chocolate from the kitchen though

if you aren't moving around enough to her liking, she'll try her hardest to keep you awake and running

plenty words of encouragement to help you through your shifts

MONTGOMERY GATOR ˚✧ ﾟ

probably the most understanding

though he doesn't really show it

while he's an animatronic, he'd been loaded with a bunch of information on gators, who are very much cold-blooded

he understands how it feels to be cold because of the data

isn't the softest, but is definitely less demanding than chica is

he'll sit with you in the office silently

if you're shivering or anything he'll get a little closer to you as you switch through the monitor screens

curls his tail around your chair

"you should bring a heavier coat." "i know." "and a scarf." "i know." "and gloves." "i get it, monty."

ROXANNE WOLF ૮ ฅ• ﻌ -ฅ ა

she will literally offer to build a makeshift den in the security office

"pfft! not like i care or anything...just...it'll be nice."

takes blankets and pillows from lost and found to pile onto you

lets you play with her hair absentmindedly

she sings to you softly

becomes routine at one point

you cuddled up in your office chair with lost blankets as she sits at your feet

she's really warm because her hair holds heat, so she's like a portable heater

secretly a big softie

big on huddling for warmth

softest of soft