#but now she's gone and she's tucked in all comfy in the earth i feel a lot more at peace than i thought i would

[yharnamesque]

17 long years you've been by my side. All those times you stole my chair and slapped my face to get under the blankets at night. My one reason for staying during the days I didn't have anything else. My best friend and my favourite little pest

Goodnight Cookie, sleep tight

[fruitoftheweek]

Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 4:Showered in Sin

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here

Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare

Word Count: 6,502

Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.

After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.

And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.

He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.

Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.

Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.

If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.

"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.

"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.

"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.

"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.

And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.

As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.

You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.

You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.

He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.

He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.

You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.

"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.

You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.

"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."

You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.

You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.

Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.

Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.

He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.

The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.

He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.

You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.

Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.

He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.

He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.

You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.

You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.

You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.

There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.

When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.

"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.

You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.

He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"

The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.

You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.

"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.

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Cozy Cats Cafe

Summary: Vlad loses his cat. He finds her in paradise.

based on @uwuplasmiusuwu's prompt "Vlad isn’t a cat boy, he’s a middle aged cat man. (Do your worst.)" and @catmiint's prompt "Maddie the Cat goes missing after Vlad's ghost portal was left open. The most sensible thing for Vlad to do is freak out and tear apart the Ghost Zone looking for her." and @catalystofthesoul's prompt "Kitties, cats, purrs and meows!"

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“Maddie! Maaaaddie!”

Vlad called and called, but his little angel never answered. It’d been hours and he’s been looking all over for her, but she was nowhere to be found. Not for the first time, he was severely regretting letting her drag her cat bed near his ghost portal. 

Oh, but how could he resist her desire to stay near him? Now, if only human Maddie was the same he’d be living a much better life.

Currently, he was instead slamming a feathered ghost into a wall against a stall in a ghostly strip mall.

He shook the ghost like a ragdoll and yelled, “HAVE YOU SEEN MY BABY?!”

The ghost trembled in his grasp. “Your- your wife?”

Vlad growled, his fangs purposefully peeking out from his lips. “My cat.”

The ghost chuckled nervously. “What does it look like?”

“She is of the finest lineage of Persian cats in the state of Wisconsin and my one and only precious little girl.” Ellie notwithstanding. “Now,” Vlad pulled the ghost up higher against the wall, letting his eyes glow a bright red, his furry black ears lay flat against his head as his black furred tail lashed angrily behind him. “Where. Is. She,” he said, leaning close enough that he was nearly nose to nose with the ghost.

The ghost made a small noise of fear before squeaking out, “I think there’s a cat cafe just a few stores down that way?” They pointed down the sidewalk. “They tend to pick up any strays they find, living or dead.” 

Vlad narrowed his eyes, but dropped the ghost. They took a moment to sag against the wall and drop back on their ass, holding their hand over their core, feathers puffed up from fear. 

Vlad leaned down to loom over them. “If I find out you lied to me, expect consequences.”

The ghost merely whimpered as Vlad turned away, marching towards the Cozy Cats Cafe a few stores down.

He slammed open the door, eyes scanning his surroundings before his eyes locked onto his baby.

Curled in the corner of a couch and being petted by some insignificant ghost that Vlad has already tossed out the door. 

He kneeled down in front of the couch and took her face into his gloved hands. “My dear Maddie, I’m so glad I found you.” She nuzzled into his hands and purred. Vlad automatically answered her with one of his own before pausing, his eyebrows furrowing. “But why on Earth would you stay here? Surely you could’ve found a way home or alerted me somehow—”

He cut himself off when he turned and took in the cafe properly. Now that his drive to find his cat was gone, he allowed himself to pay attention to his surroundings again and he purred louder at what he saw.

Soft rugs on the floor that were perfect to knead between paws, pillows and blankets assorted into napping and play areas with all kinds of toys strewn about, a bin of larger toys off to the side and tucked between a plush chair and low table. There were many of those comfy looking chairs and low tables scattered in circles around the play and nap areas, distanced just far enough for the people to still see and play with the cats, but not too close for the cats to feel crowded. There were a few cat trees, multiple scratching posts, and even shelves lined high up on the walls to allow the cats to perch and people watch from above.

It was paradise.

“Oh, oh this place is—!” Vlad paused, a wide smile growing on his face as he took in the decor and layout and fine furry friends lounging about. A swell of pure joy filled his chest and he smoothly picked up Maddie from the floor, cradling her in his arms and giving her a large heaping of kisses all over her face. Maddie purred at the kisses. “My dear baby, you have found a most beautiful establishment. I truly can’t thank you enough.”

“Um, sir, you can’t just throw people out. We’re going to have to ask you to—” Vlad hardly paid attention as he kicked a ghost wearing a paw print apron out the door.

“So my dear,” Vlad said, placing Maddie back down on the couch and staring intently into her eyes. “What shall we do first?”

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Caffeine Rush: Chapter Seven / Decaf

W/C: 4k

Warnings: language, dirty thoughts, all of the dirty thoughts because Javi is a horndog, male masturbation... general spice. pining that could make a pine cone tremble.

A/N: welcome to pining central, enjoy your stay :) (ps when Steve says “Javier Peña” I need you to read that in the voice of Anthony Mackie going “SEBASTIAN STAN”)

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ordinary coffee that has had most of its caffeine removed from it before the beans are roasted.

You are a goddamn test on Javier’s self control. He feels like those biblical stories of men fighting back against temptation to prove themselves to God, except the only thing he has to prove is to himself. To you.

He’s always been enraptured by you, captivated by your smile and laugh but since you went ice skating, he hasn’t been able to get your body out of his mind. The way you fell asleep on him last night, nuzzled in like it was the safest place on earth. He could feel your breasts press into his skin, the warmth of your thigh hiked across his abdomen. If the past week has been some caffeine-induced fever dream, it’s becoming real now. You, a figment of his imagination before, maybe, are all flesh and blood and God, is he desperate for it.

Javier hangs around your apartment when you’re gone at work. He doesn’t have much else to do, considering you’re gone and he knows hardly anything about the city. He watches the daytime television on your couch, usually meanders to the coffee shop for a drink, spends some time there, and returns to the apartment.

He feels like he’s couch-surfing, like he did for a summer in his college years. He feels guilty occupying the space in your home, especially without payment. As he walks to the bathroom, he takes a long glance into your bedroom. The queen-sized bed is mussed, unmade before you left for work. The fitted sheet is pooled in the middle beneath where you sleep, the various blankets tossed about. It looks like the coziest damn thing he’s ever seen, especially after a couple of nights on a couch.

Javier almost thinks about giving in, waiting for you to ask him to sleep in your bed tonight then jumping at the chance. Maybe he will, if he’s tired enough. Maybe he won’t, but maybe he will. He can think of nothing better than the endless whir of the radiator as your perpetually-cold body nuzzles against him, brushes your nose against his bare chest.

It’s been a long time since Javi has fucked anyone, and he’s starting to feel it. He’s a little antsy, and the image of your body, your ass as you ice skate past him, haunts him like a bad dream- or rather some illicit fantasy he knows he shouldn’t be having.

Would you want him yet? You’ve told him you love him, but that was an accident. When he kisses you, you kiss back harder. Hell, you initiated the first kiss. You seem like you’ve been all-in on this relationship, taking things at a rushed pace that Javier certainly doesn’t mind. He spends a lot of the day contemplating that, standing on the tiny balcony of your apartment and smoking a couple of cigarettes.

At this point, he needs a distraction or he’s going to have to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. What better to kill the horny buzz making his head spin than to call Murphy?

The phone is in your bedroom, on the nightstand. Javier dares to sit on the edge of your bed, and actually moans aloud at the plush comfort, the way his ass sinks into it. Goddamn, he’ll have to get one of these. He wants nothing more than to lay back and fall into the bed, wait for you to get home and pound you into the comfortable mattress. But he doesn’t. He stays strong and picks up the phone, dialing the new Murphy residence in Miami.

After a couple of rings, a familiar voice answers. “Murphy’s.”

“Hey, bastard,” Javier chuckles, and he can hear the blonde man’s laughter from across the receiver.

“Javier Peña,” Steve drawls, dragging out the name. “Good to hear your voice, man. You finally come out of a ten-day celebratory drunkenness?”

“Don’t talk to me about binges,” Javier teases, but he smiles a little. He’s missed the man. He’s glad neither of them got in any trouble over the entire Los Pepes situation- God, that feels like ages ago now. It’s hard to believe he’s only been in D.C. what, eleven days? If Steve’s math is right, yeah. “No. I’m in D.C. still, if you can believe it. Just… bored.”

“Oh really?” the man scoffs, leaning against his kitchen counter in Miami with Olivia on his hip. “And why’s that? What are you still doin’ up there anyway? Thought you were goin’ to visit the old man.”

Javier shakes his head. “Plans changed. There’s, uh… there’s a girl.”

Steve lets out a wolf whistle, laughing. “And how much does she charge a night?”

“Not one of those. She works at a coffee shop around here,” he informs him. “She’s… she’s really something. Nothing I ever thought I’d be into. She’s gorgeous, man, and so energetic all the damn time. Seems like she has an IV of coffee from her shop,” he chuckles, looking off into space. He takes a pause. Steve doesn’t speak. “I wanna be with her Steve. I don’t… I don’t know if I can go back.”

He’s silent a little longer. “This is some kind of practical joke, right?” Steve says after a beat, barely holding back a laugh. Never has Javier been so sincere, so real and honest and open. And more specifically, he’s never been like this over a girl. Almost… mushy. Soft. “Tell me more,” he says, hoping the joke will give up.

Javier talks about you, describing every little detail with a grin on his face. He tells Steve about Tie Guy and ice skating and your piece of shit car, how you can spin in circles on the ice and how you remind him of a busy little bee, fluttering about the coffee shop.

Steve is genuinely rendered speechless; a hard thing to do. He blinks down at Olivia then straight ahead at the refrigerator, covered in photos and magnets and drawings. He can’t imagine Javier ever wanting something like this, like what he and Connie have, but he sure sounds like it. “That’s… something. Good for you, Javi,” Steve chuckles, resigning to sincerity. “I’m happy for you.”

Javier grumbles back. “Don’t get too happy. I have to go back to Calí in three weeks. She doesn’t want me to leave… I don’t know what to do, Murph. I can’t bring her with, you know that, but I can’t just leave her here. And I sure as hell can’t quit.”

“You could quit.”

“I’m not going to, how’s that?” Javier huffs and crosses his arms, annoyed by Steve and his goddamn wording loopholes. “I just… fuck. I’m gonna go think about it before she gets back.”

“She comin’ to your hotel? You sure you aren’t paying per night?” He smirks.

Javier’s quiet and Steve isn’t sure what it means until he talks. “I’m, uh, staying at her place. She insisted.”

Steve whistles again. “Damn. You’re whipped, Peña. Well, I’ll let you go. Call again soon. I miss ya, bud,” he tells Javier in a moment of earnesty then hangs the phone back on the receiver, bringing Olivia to her nursery to change her diaper.

Javi sighs and falls backwards on the bed, admiring the way the mattress holds his body compared to the couch. Yeah, he’ll definitely need to sleep in here tonight or he’s going to crack his spine.

The issue will be you. He could handle it on the couch; it was like a soft, adolescent form of love, innocent and warm. Of course, it could still be the same in your bed. But would it? Is there not a different set of implications that come with the two of you sharing a bed?

Snuggling with you on the couch was nice. Wonderful, perfect even. Javier loves falling asleep with you in his arms. But in your bed, arms curled around him, maybe even being his little spoon… that perfect body pressed flush to his own, your soft ass against his groin, your breathing pushing back into his chest… that would be an entirely different thing. And he wants it, he really does, but he isn’t sure he’ll be able to control himself.

He slept like shit the last night, to be honest. You on top of him prevented him from moving, and Javier is an active sleeper. His neck was at an odd angle and his back twisted. His body feels like it did after that fight with Tie Guy. He can’t- wouldn’t- invade your privacy of your bed without you home to give him the go ahead, but he’s so damn tired. Not even the coffee helps.

So Javier indulges in one of life’s little pleasures he rarely gets to experience: a nap. Curled up on his side on the couch, blankets pulled snug around his fetal-positioned body, Javier drifts off to the sound of the noon news on the television.

That’s how you find him when you come home. He’s peacefully asleep, his lips parted and mustache moving with his exhales. Well, he’s clearly alive. That’s good.

You’re not sure how long he’s been asleep, so you leave him, making yourself something to eat in the kitchen. You avoid the living room as you get settled in, changing out of your espresso-stained clothing and into something more comfortable.

When you’re all comfy, makeup removed and a warm sweater on, you sit at the other end of the couch. Javier’s curled into a ball, his feet just inches away from your legs. You hope when he moves, he’ll feel you there and wake. If not, oh well. He deserves the rest.

It’s gray and cloudy outside, and you snuggle into the corner of the couch while reading your worn copy of The Great Gatsby. It’s the one you’ve been re-reading recently, what you were reading that first day Javi wandered into your coffee shop and subsequently your life.

Javi wakes not long later, maybe half an hour, to the sound of your book crinkling. The paperback’s spine crunches with wear, and his eyes flutter open to see you tucked against a pillow. God, you look like an angel, the light from the cloudy day filtering in and illuminating you from the back. Your face is calm and peaceful, focused as your eyes trace the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald. “Hi,” Javier mumbles groggily.

Your expression turns to a smile and you set down the book. “Hey.” You take his legs and drape them across your lap, tracing your fingers across them. “How’d you sleep?”

He groans. “Okay. Neck hurts.”

“That wouldn’t be an issue if you’d just sleep with me,” you sing-song to him, stroking his legs through the comfortable pants he wears. “My bed is super cozy.”

God, does Javier know it. It felt like your love itself when he laid down and the warmth of it swallowed him, practically whole. “Maybe I’ll give in,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “How was work? Sorry I didn’t visit.”

“Boring as always,” you chuckle. “What did you do today?”

Javi frowns as he thinks about it, his brain fogged with sleep. “Not much. Called Murphy, talked a while. He’s doing good.”

“Good,” you nod and smile. “When will I get to meet this elusive Steve?” You ask, softly kneading at his legs through the blanket and frowning as you realize he’s wearing… jeans. “Wait, pause. Are you seriously wearing jeans?” you ask him and laugh, lifting the blanket to confirm what you already suspected.

He frowns defensively, crossing his arms. “Maybe.”

“Why the fuck would you take a nap in jeans, Javi?” You laugh.

Javier looks away, frowning. The stubbornness shows. “I don’t own many comfortable clothes besides what I wear to work, if you haven’t noticed,” he retorts, but you can’t help but giggle. “Plus I thought I’d only be here to get fired.”

You smile at him lovingly and cup his face. “You sweet, stupid workaholic. Let’s go shopping later, get you some cozy stuff.”

Javier warms against your touch but maintains a pout. “I like jeans.”

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a laugh. “Would a pair of sweatpants be detrimental to your wardrobe, Javier?”

“Stop using big words,” he groans. “I’m barely awake.”

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The large mall is annoying to Javier, full to the brim with last-minute (or maybe prepared, he never holiday-purchases) shoppers. He holds your hand, shooting feisty glares at anyone that dares to bump against his or, god forbid, your side. “Relax,” you tease and squeeze his free hand. The other carries a bag containing two hoodies, three t-shirts, and two pairs of sweatpants. “You’re not on a mission, and you certainly don’t have the knuckles to pitch another fight.”

He looks at his hands and scowls. You’re right. They’re no longer black and blue but faded yellows and greens, a spare bit of purple over the bones. The fight wasn’t that long ago, really, even though it feels like an eternity.

You drag Javier into a favorite shop of yours. He follows you around like a lost puppy while you search through clothes. He even hands you one or two tops he thinks you’d look nice in. You kiss him on the cheek and he dares to smile for a moment before returning to his stone-faced annoyance at such a packed area.

The dressing rooms are nicer, much more spaced out and offering places to rest. Javier sits in a chair across from your little cubby as you try things on. Every time you find something, you come out and model it for him. He comments, always positively, gives a little applause and smiles at the twirl you give in the big trifold mirror.

There’s one pair of leggings that hug your ass tight. Javier nearly salivates at them. “I like those,” he comments. “They look comfortable.” The same follows with a pair of jeans, even more flattering. He crosses his legs and nods, giving you similar comments.

Then come the dresses and tops. They’re all low-cut, not the wintery clothing Javier’s always seen you in. They show off your cleavage, and one scarlet colored blouse with a low neckline and fluffy sleeves makes Javier’s eyes simultaneously light up and darken. “How’s this one?” You ask, tugging at the sleeves.

“How much is it?” He asks, leaning back and looking at you through lidded eyes.

“Uh…” you tell him the cost and look back up at him, expecting a comment. “Why?”

“I’m buying that for you myself,” he smirks up at you, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin feel intensely hot. The sight is stunning to him, and your flustered smile makes the smirk a little more devilish.

Javier does end up buying you the shirt, and you purchase a few other things you liked. But that scarlet shirt is stuck on Javier’s mind in replay: the subtle valley between your tits, how they filled out the shirt just perfectly and tugged at the cloth covering them, the way they look painfully soft to the touch, especially through that soft fabric. He wonders if you were wearing a bra under it. Then he has to stop himself.

You eat dinner late, chatting mindlessly over everything and nothing. Javier has no work to speak of now, so he tells you tall tales of the hunt for Escobar, some exaggerated and some underplayed. He mainly listens to you, asks about your past and your future, your family and your job. He could never tire of your voice, the soothing lull that warms him from the inside out, just like your skin flushed in that goddamn red top.

He drives the both of you home, humming softly to the songs on the radio. He’s beginning to recognize more and more of the top-40 hits on a certain preset station, songs he’d never listen to on his own. He glances over at you, gazing out of the window, and feels his body warm again- not just in his heart, but his stomach and lower too. He dares to steal a glance down, at the soft swell of your tits in that sweater. God, he wants to get you naked.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t know what you want and he’s too afraid to ask, too afraid to shatter this blissful phase of adoration without the sexual attraction. He wonders if you feel it too, if your clothes suddenly feel too restricting and too warm when you run a hand down his bare back.

The nightly routine ensues: you shower. Javier changes, this time into a new hoodie but leaves his legs bare, wearing only boxers on the bottom. He waits on the couch, and when you exit the bathroom, he takes his turn. He returns and sits next to you on the couch.

Tonight, when you ask him to share your bed with you, he doesn’t say no. In fact, he doesn’t say much of anything, just yawns softly and stands, taking your hand.

It’s a sacred space, your bed. Javier knows it. He rarely fucks women in his; whether it’s for his own privacy or fear they’ll fall asleep there, he can’t say. But your bed is such an intimate expression of you, and he can see it. He can see the divot in the mattress where you sleep, the way you arrange the pillows just right for your own head. It is a queen size, but it’s single-occupancy: until now, that is, and Javier feels honored you’re willing to share this holiness with him.

He gets into the bed on the other side of you, the warm blankets enveloping him, and he nearly lets out a moan at the comfort. Compared to the hotel bed and the couch, this is sleeping on a literal cloud from the heavens. He lies still, waiting to see what you do first. Not wanting to overstep anything.

His prayers are answered when you snuggle into his side. You rest your head on his chest, kissing his sternum through the soft material of the hoodie. A hand rests on the other side of your face, and your legs both encircle one of his. Javier smiles, wrapping an arm around you. He presses a kiss into your hair and murmurs a goodnight, letting his head fall back. He has no time to worry about this situation before he falls asleep.

He falls asleep almost immediately, which makes you chuckle through your half-conscious state. He seems to always radiate heat, Javier. Your layers of blankets upon blankets suddenly feel unnecessary when a heat source the strength of the summer sun fills your bed. His chest is strong and firm beneath you. The rise and fall of his chest is like a boat rocking on the ocean, putting you at ease and allowing you to rest.

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Fuck. He knew this was a bad idea. Why did he do this?

The clock reads 1:48 and Javier is wide awake, staring at your popcorn-stucco-whatever the fuck it is ceiling. He wasn’t able to process this before sleep overtook him, before his consciousness was wiped and with it, his inhibitions.

Your body is pressed to his so perfectly. You sleep without a bra, and Javier can feel his arm being slightly sandwiched between your breasts, the way they press further into it every time you inhale. Your thighs are warm with sleep, and he can feel your core pressed against his hip, even while you sleep and even through the layers of clothing.

Javier feels like the embodiment of slime. You’re asleep and all he can think about is how fucking hot your body is, how much he wants to press you into this mattress and wake you with an orgasm. He wants to palm your tits and make your nipples harden through that flimsy shirt, to slide his fingers beneath your pajama bottoms and-

He can’t take it. He feels so wrong, the smell of you surrounding him and choking him like a thick perfume, even in its subtlety. He does not deserve to sleep next to you, innocently, like someone you love, when all he can think about is his own carnal desires.

Pushing back the covers, Javier gets out of bed before any more blood can flow to his slowly hardening dick. This is all wrong. He should not be doing this, thinking these things without knowing you feel the same.

But the guilt is as strong as his arousal. He watches you for a moment, torn between his options, before meandering through the darkened bedroom and finding his way into the bathroom. He turns on the bright lights and forces himself to stare at the bulbs, to make his pupils shrink from their blown state of sleep mixed with desperation. He’s fully awake now.

He needs to get the hardened length down. He can’t do this, can’t allow himself this suffering while you sleep in the next room.

The sink. Cold water. He gasps silently at the splash of the ice-cold water against his face, dampening the edges of his hoodie. It doesn’t work enough. Again. Nothing. He feels like a teenager, unable to control himself. The cold water is a good idea, though.

Javier strips down, trying to avoid the urge to take himself in hand and fix this here and now. Turning the water as cold as it can go, Javier turns on the shower and steps in.

Agony is the best term he has. It makes him want to squeal like a fucking pig as he shudders from the cold. It doesn’t work to force his erection down, but what use is it when it’s not something physical but mental stimulating him? The cold shock didn’t do shit. Javier’s still achingly hard. He turns the water warmer and sighs as it gradually turns to a tolerable temperature, one that he can relax under and allow himself to let out a deep sigh.

He has no other options, unless he wants to wait it out. Leaning against the wall, Javier strokes himself, biting his lip and hoping the water pressure will cancel any soft moans he can’t avoid. It doesn’t take long when he’s this aroused, when he knows exactly what the fantasy in his head would feel like.

Javier is panting and sweating, from the effort and the growing heat of the water. He feels disgusting but it feels so good, and he can’t help imagining you doing this to him, you spreading your legs and feeding the fire between his own.

It only takes a few minutes. He gasps as he cums, with a force he’s never brought forth with his own hand. He bites his lip so hard he’s sure he might cut it off, not allowing the desperate sounds to reach a level you could hear. When he’s done, he groans and cracks his neck. “Oh, little bee,” he whispers, agonized as he lets the water wash the evidence of his sins down the drain.

When he’s done, Javier walks into your bedroom, silently, in the dark. His previous boxers were stained with a patch of his precum; he can’t put those back on. He drops the towel and puts on different boxers.

After he’s changed, he looks at your bed longingly for a moment. The soft sheets, soft mattress, the soft body between them. But in Javier’s head, he’s forsaken his right to the warmth, the comfort.

When you wake in the morning, hours after you thought you heard the shower running, you find Javier is not in your bed. There isn’t even a warm spot where he lay, just your body shifted further from your normal sleeping position. When you wander out to make your morning coffee, you find him. He spent the night on the couch again.

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[h2bakugou]

Idk if you do these kind of requests or not, but Amajiki, Tomura, Chisaki and Kacchan and their gf who’s on her period and she’s feeling low and just not herself???

a/n: i do hun! i did a similar period hc but this is different and i haven’t done these characters so here ya go love!

headcanon: them with a s/o who’s not feeling good on their period

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

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tamaki amajiki

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Tamaki is a sweetheart. He is there for you and will hold you until you feel better.

He’s a little shy but he really cares about you, and when it comes to the people he cares and loves, this boy will go to the ends of the Earth for you.

Soft kisses on your cheek or forehead.

Holds you in his arms while you play with his hair or snuggle into his neck.

When you’re not feeling your best, Tamaki is there to reassure you. Granted he struggles too, he hates seeing you like this.

“Bunny, you’re amazing, please don’t say such awful things about yourself.”

His indigo eyes are full of love and meaning, and you can clearly tell that he wants to say more, but will leave it at that for now.

Knowing that Tamaki has his own struggles with things like that, it really means a lot to hear him say that to you. 

Tamaki knows how to take care of you and will probably not leave your side unless you need him too, or want some space. 

Sleeping with Tamaki is one of the purest forms of love honestly. He’s holding you close while still allowing you to move if you ever get uncomfortable. His fingers delicately trace shapes and words out on your skin as your snoring softly beside him.

It’s nothing weird or funny, he’s not trying to pull any stunts, it’s just the two of you, sleeping, or worn-out and resting.

It’s him loving you and making sure that you’re feeling okay. 

It’s him reassuring you that you are precious and that bad days happen and there’s not much you can do but let them pass.

love this soft boy !!

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tomura shigaraki

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As much as I am a Shigaraki stan, I feel like this man’s first reaction would be disgust.

“What is coming from where?”

“It’s called menstruation-”

But on a real note, he probably never had a proper sex education class, and everything he learned about anatomy and stuff was either picked up from someone else, or learnt about from a game or movie.

Onto the headcanon stuff, overall I feel like once he comes to terms with what’s happening, he’s protective and caring.

Doesn’t like when the members of his league, let alone the people closet to him in both platonic and romantic ways, get hurt.

So seeing you in almost constant discomfort and pain is agonizing to watch.

By your side most of the time unless you want him to leave you alone, which is a struggle because he is persistent and bratty in the best ways.

‘I’m not leaving you-”

“Tomura, I just want some space.”

“Shut up and let me hold you.”

He takes your huff as a sign of agreement, but eventually it’s those same arms that you wanted gone, the arms you’d fallen asleep in.

Tomura probably acts like he’s the one on the period.

He’s ordering Dabi, Kurogiri, or anyone else who steps into view to get things for you so he can watch you 24/7.

Okay but as annoying loving as Tomura is, I could also see him getting frustrated with you.

“You clearly don’t feel good so just lay down and get some rest!”

“But I don’t want to!” You’re pacing around the room you share with Tomura while he stands by the door.

“Lay down.” Tomura orders.

“Make me.”

It’s a simple phrase that comes with varying consequences, this time, it’s being slung over his shoulder and tossed onto the bed, force down by him just laying on top of you like a human blanket.

“T-Tomura! That hurts!” You breathe out.

Eventually rolls off of you and just holds you close, getting some much needed rest.

Hates seeing you look down on yourself during this time because he truly loves you. He’s learned to love because of you.

“You’re the only idiot I tolerate in this shit hole. You’re fine the way you are.”

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

Maybe he isn’t the best with words, but his actions, aka the hoards of hugs and kisses, are what show you he cares.

In the nicest way possible, he is the epitome of “alright babe i’m in the pad isle, what size pussy do u wear?” but he’S LEARNING

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katsuki bakugou

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Katsuki Bakugou is probably one of the most sensible guys to help you when you’re on your period.

He’s going to be there for you, bring you snacks if you need them, provide warmth and cuddles when it’s time to sleep or if you have cramps, but he also isn’t going to put up with you if you get grumpy.

He knows that that kind of stuff tends to happen, and he doesn’t want to make it worse by angering you more. He’s struggled with restraint, but when it comes to you, it’s both easy and challenging.

He wants to be there for you, but he knows you might need your space.

When he sees you talking down about yourself or feeling low, this man is going to beat the shit out of you verbally. He’s showing you love and affection by yelling at you. All kind words of course.

“You’re fucking beautiful! And you’re not worthless!”

“Suki, it’s one am-”

“But you’re mumbling about how you aren’t good enough and that’s bullshit.”

“Alright alright, I get it, I’ll stop.” You say softly, closing your eyes while trying to fall back asleep beside your loud boyfriend.

“Yeah you better or I’ll have to kiss you, dumbass.”

“Kissing me is a punishment?”

“You know what I meant!”

He’s flustered

Holds you close when you can’t get comfy.

Kisses you a fuckton oh my god.

Kisses you when you say bad things about yourself, kisses you to show he loves you, kisses you when you’re kinda grumpy, kisses you when you’re not mad, you get the idea.

He just wants to see you smile, and kissing you is one of those ways that makes you flustered and makes you smile that goofy smile that Bakugou fell in love with.

I mentioned this in another headcanon, but this man’s hands are period cramp relievers- place those bad boys over the pain and relax.

They’re warm, and big, and it’s also cozy and securing laying in his arms.

The best way to lay on Bakugou is to get up under his sweater and tuck yourself onto his chest, placing his hands over your sides and dozing off.

He’ll steal a few kisses, and probably take a cheesy selfie to set as his lockscreen later, but he’s not far behind you in the sleeping department.

Genuinely doesn’t see how you don’t see yourself like a goddess. But nonetheless, he will never stop complimenting you and reassuring you.

He loves you so much, and he’ll be damned if you see yourself as anything less than what you are, and that’s truly amazing.

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kai chisaki

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This man is smart, arrogant, and driven, but sometimes he can be a bit of an asshole.

Will obviously be at your side if you need anything, after all, you are his top priority.

This could go a few ways. If he’s comfortable with you, and overcoming his mysophobia, he’ll do everything he can and is comfortable with to make sure you’re okay.

If he’s still struggling with germs, he may not be physically affectionate, but he’ll do his best. 

I feel like Chisaki probably shows his love through gifts, or at least to an extent he’ll try to show his love with presents.

But when he comes to terms with his feelings, he’s a man of words. He’ll say how he feels before he shows it. And it’s hard because actions do speak louder than words. And sometimes not being able to kiss or hug Chisaki is hard.

But his reassuring really hits different. Because Chisaki isn’t one for affection. He runs a gang, or a section of a larger gang. He didn’t have time for relationships before he met you, and he probably could’ve gone years before he ‘settled down’ if he hadn’t met you.

So hearing Chisaki tell you that he loves you and that you are not disgusting or pathetic, you know it means something.

You’re fully tended to when it comes to things like snacks, drinks, hygiene products, it’s all taken care for and Chisaki wouldn’t have it any other way.

He is here to take care of you unless he’s told otherwise. If it’s space you want, he’ll give it to you, but not before he knows you’re completely okay and that you won’t need anything while you want space.

If he’s comfortable with getting physical, his hugs are sweet. Just being held by him is a blessing. His kisses are even better. It’s always a private thing, he’s not just going to whip his mask off and kiss you in the middle of the hallway, despite how much he’d want too.

Chisaki works and he works hard. So it wouldn’t be rare if he only ever cared for you at night/during the morning. Of course he’ll spend time with you during lunch or if he’s got a break, but he can’t spend every minute of the day with you.

But I think not seeing him constantly is what makes spending time with him that much better.

You’ve got something to look forward too, as does he. He enjoys coming back from a long day, to take a nice shower and climb into bed with his favorite person and hold you until you both fall asleep.

Kisses you on your shoulder, neck and cheek the most. Hugs you from behind and cuddles you by wrapping his arm over your side, having your back pressed to him.

He genuinely hates seeing you talk down about yourself, but he’s not going to constantly remind you that you’re gorgeous and nothing is wrong with you.

It’s hard to love yourself, but he knows deep down that you’re special and you’ll realize it sooner or later.

Overall, Chisaki is a pretty sweet guy, but he’s resilient and reserved. He knows what he wants, and he’ll do anything in his power to make you feel better.

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masterlist

[octanesimp3000]

The Bunny, The Decoy and the Apex Games #6

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32034451/chapters/79916935 

Summary:

Mornings were usually uninteresting and routine for you on the drop ship. Not with Octavio and Elliott around, however.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

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You didn’t know when you’d fallen asleep the previous night. The last thing you could remember were the sounds of Octavio clicking away on his keyboard as he played some fast-paced parkour game.

Opening your eyes that morning, the last thing you expected to see was a head of green hair poking out from under the covers right next to you in bed but lo and behold, there it was. Out of surprise, you shouted angrily “Octavio, what the hell! I didn’t say you could sleep in my bed!” as you quickly leaped out of bed. Thankfully, you’d not changed out of your day clothes before falling asleep.

Octavio slowly and groggily sat up on the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he said “Where was I supposed to sleep then? I tried sleeping on the floor but it was hard and the carpet was all scratchy.” He looked up at you with bleary eyes and his short green hair sticking straight up as if he’d been electrocuted in his sleep. You couldn’t help but think that sleepy Octavio looked pretty cute, especially with the plush bunny cuddled up close to him.

You tried to push those thoughts out of your mind by focusing on the problem at hand. “Well, I don’t know. Anywhere but in my bed! I’m sure if you asked, the Syndicate would lend you a mattress or something,” you suggested, folding your arms across your chest.

Octavio thought about it for a few moments before he responded “But someone would see me carrying the mattress in here and then, they’ll wonder why we don’t want to share a bed, yknow?” You wished you could have thought of something smart to say in response but you knew Octavio was right. The other Legends would definitely suspect something.

“Fine. But they should have finished fixing that air conditioner by now so it doesn’t matter anyway,” you grumbled as you gathered up some clothes to change into before heading for the showers, leaving Octavio to fall back onto the bed for another 20 minutes of blissful sleep. When you returned, Octavio was propped up into a sitting position on the bed with pillows placed behind his back for extra comfort, typing away furiously on his phone. You sat down at your desk to do your hair and makeup and pulled out a mirror from the drawer, setting it down on the surface. When you heard Octavio throw his phone down with a small groan of annoyance, you asked “You alright, Octavio?”

Octavio picked up his phone again and swiped on its screen for a bit before offering it to you, saying “Look what one of the assholes working at the Syndicate texted me.” You hesitated before taking his phone. Most people preferred to hold their phone up for others when they wanted to show them something. Privacy reasons, you guessed. Yet, here was Octavio just unconditionally handing it to you. No warnings to not swipe to the right or anything. You felt weirdly trusted.

The text message read: ‘Unfortunately, it appears as if the plumber requires some special parts to be ordered in order to fix the air conditioner in your dormitory. The parts will unfortunately take up to 10 days to arrive. I apologize for any inconvenience caused.'

Your mouth fell open in surprise. You were going to have to share a bed with Octavio for another 10 WHOLE DAYS? You didn’t know how to react to this news. You handed Octavio back his phone, and forced a smile onto your face as you explained that you had plans to meet Ajay and Natalie for breakfast, and you would see him later. “W-Wait, Y/N!,” Octavio had begun to say but the door had already clicked shut behind you as you began making your way to the cafeteria.

The ladies of the Apex Games often got together once a week for breakfast to catch up and enjoy some much needed time with the girls. That day, the only one missing from the group was Loba who apparently had an important appointment she had to attend. Once you’d grabbed a plate of scrambled eggs and two slices of toast from the steaming hot chafing dishes, you took your usual seat between Ajay and Natalie.

You’d noticed that there was a strange silence that descended upon the group when you arrived and it suddenly came to you that this was the first ladies’ breakfast since your ‘relationship’ with Octavio went public. You mentally braced yourself for any prying questions as you tucked into your food.

Natalie was the first to break the silence. “So...Y/N, how are things going between you and Octavio?,” she asked sweetly before taking a sip from her mug of coffee. Her eyes had a little glimmer in it that told you she was hungry for any information you would offer. You could almost sense the anticipation in the air and took another bite of toast just to give yourself some time to think of an answer.

“We’re good. It’s kinda hard to keep up with him but I mean, I knew that going into it,” you said with what you hoped was a convincing shy smile. Only when you saw Ajay and Ramya’s shared eyebrow raises did you spot the possible cheeky double entendre of your words. You were just going to launch into a desperate babble to explain what you actually meant but it was probably just as well that you were suddenly interrupted by the appearance of none other than Elliott.

Elliot wore his usual charming smile as he looked around the table at everyone present, pausing for a moment when his gaze landed on you. “Good morning, ladies! You’re all looking wonderful today. Mind if the great Mirage joins you for a bit?,” Elliott asked as he put his hands on his hips, expectantly waiting for someone to invite him to sit down.

“No, Elliott. Women only today,” Renee said bluntly, not one to try and protect anyone’s feelings. Elliott held a hand up to his heart, making a face as if he had been wounded by Renee’s statement. She merely rolled her eyes as she turned to look at the other women present to see what they thought of Elliott joining their meal. Unfortunately for the ‘great Mirage’, most of them were in agreement with Renee.

Elliott laughed the rejection off and said casually “Alright, alright! You ladies need your space, I get it.” He started to walk in the direction of the cafeteria’s entrance but suddenly stopped and quickly came back to the table you were at, excitedly exclaiming “I almost forgot! I’m gonna make some pork chops for dinner tonight, anyone wanna try some?”

Everyone knew about Elliott’s famous pork chop recipe that his mom had created. It was supposedly so tender that the meat would just melt in your mouth. There was no turning down this offer, and everyone present at the table were up for a taste. Pleased at how well his offer was received, Elliott seemed to puff up in pride. He looked pointedly at you and said with a wink “Once you taste it, Y/N, you’re gonna wish you were dating me instead. I bet Octavio can’t make pork chops like I can.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Did Elliot actually say what you thought he said or were you just starting to go insane from all the pining you did? You stared motionless from the utter shock as Elliott strutted out of the cafeteria like a delighted peacock. Ajay nudged you in the ribs with her elbow and asked with an amazed smile on her face “What was that?! Was Elliott hitting on ya? What love potion have ya got on these boys?”

“I-I’m sure it’s nothing! You know what Elliott’s like. He’s always flirting with literally anyone who’ll listen,” you laughed, waving Ajay’s suggestions away. Secretly, you wished that she was right. Maybe you really did stand a chance with Elliott. You struggled to focus for the rest of the meal and even on your walk back to your dorm, your mind was far off in the stars.

You stared blankly at the door to your dorm for a moment, wondering when on earth you’d gotten back here before turning the doorknob and opening it. Octavio was nowhere to be seen. His things were still scattered about your room and the bedsheets were a tangled mess but no green haired man. However, you spotted a mound of blankets and pillows bundled up at the foot of your bed which was suspiciously wriggling.

You approached the bundle cautiously and reached your leg out towards it to give it a gentle poke with your shoe. Immediately, Octavio popped his head out from amongst the blankets and pillows with a surprised look. “What are you doing down there? If you’re trying to make a pillow fort, that’s the wrong way to do it,” you raised an eyebrow with a confused frown.

“I was just trying to test out if this would be comfy!,” Octavio explained as he tried to hold up as many of the blankets and pillows as he could at once, dropping a few in the process. You must have still looked confused because he continued quickly “Well, you didn’t want me to sleep in your bed so I figured I’d try and make my own down here so you wouldn’t get angry at me.”

You instantly felt regret at having left so abruptly earlier that morning. What had gone through Octavio’s head to make him think that you’d get angry at him for something that he couldn’t control? So much so that he was ready to sleep on the floor like a pet dog. “Octavio, I’m sorry for getting upset at you this morning. You’re welcome to share my bed till they manage to fix that leaky air conditioner in your room, I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor like that,” you said firmly, gesturing at the blankets and pillows.

“Really?! Oh, you’re the best! Thank you, Y/N,” Octavio shouted in delight as he proceeded to leap up from the floor and onto the bed. You shook your head as you laughed at the sight. Octavio got so excited over the smallest things. After wriggling about for a few minutes on the bed, Octavio finally clambered out of bed and said “I’m hitting the practice range! Wanna come?”

You didn’t have anything else planned for the day so you agreed on the condition that he wasn’t about to try launching grenades off his jump pad again. Last time, it’d almost hit you if it wasn’t for your quick reflexes. Octavio laughed and said cheekily “Hmm, I’ll think about it. Come on, come on! Let’s get going!”

Octavio dashed out of the dormitory that you two now shared. For the time being, at least. You quickly chased after him, not wanting to left too far behind. Was this what life would be like for you now? Little did you know, there was still a lot more to come.

[writingformadderton]

Comfort

Ship: Richard Madden x male reader

Word Count: 2635

Summary: You come home after a long rough day having a bad stomachache. Today you’ll have to attend to a premiere of one of your boyfriend’s movies. Richard takes care of you and keeps an eye on you, especially as you start feeling worse

Additional Tags: fluff, male reader, soft, comfort, domestic, hurt/comfort

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You come home tiredly and try to blend out the stinging pain in your stomach. It has been a rough, busy day at work and your stomachache didn’t really make it easier. “I’m home.” You say and kick off your shoes.

A second later, you can hear your boyfriend’s familiar steps on the stairs and look up. “Hey, bubs.” he says and pulls you into a tight hug. You sigh happily and cuddle into him giving your body some rest. “How was work?”

“Exhausting.” You just mumble into his chest.

Richard pulls back and looks at you observantly. “You look extremely tired.” he says and fondles over your cheek gently.

“Yeah, I am.” you sigh and smile up to him. “Don’t look so worried. I’m just tired.” you giggle softly and he nods slowly, watching you closely.

“Okay then.” Richard says, ready to let it go. But not a second later, he sees you contorting your face. “What’s wrong?” he asks worried and you press your hand onto your stomach for a moment.

“I’m having a bit of a stomachache, but that’s okay.” you assure him and smile bravely. “You should get ready for the premiere, love.”

“Are you sure you wanna come with me? Though you’re not feeling so well?” he asks carefully and fondles over your hair. “You know I wouldn’t be mad at you if you declined the invitation.”

“I’ll be just fine. I’ll take a nap while you’re in the bathroom and then it’ll be okay.” You assure him with a soft smile. But in actuality, you don’t really know if that will be the case. You wanted to support your beautiful lover. And you knew people would be confused if Richard attended to a premiere of his new movie without his boyfriend. So for tonight, you would stick it out and try to ignore the pain.

“Hm okay.” Rich hums, not sounding convinced but letting it be.

You lay down on the sofa groaning when you hear him turning on the shower and close your eyes. Tucking up your legs, you wrap your arms around your stomach and take a deep breath. The problem was that you didn’t feel sick or like throwing up. It was just a bad pain coming in stings, like having body cramps. The only relief you could get was taking deep breaths through the pain. It was damn near unbearable.

But quitting tonight wasn’t an option at all for you. Supporting your boyfriend was the most important thing. You would be able to blend out the pain for another few hours, right?

It takes some time until you’re finally drifting off to sleep, but only a minute later Richard steps out of the bathroom and sits down next to you. He rubs his hand over your shoulder, triggering you to open your eyes. “You don’t have to come with me, you know that.” he says, offering the option of staying at home again.

“I want to come with you. I’m really proud of you and your hard work, love.” you say and smile at him lazily before resting your head on his shoulder.

“I just don’t know if that’s such a good idea. You’re pretty pale love.” Rich says concerned. But he knows you, and knows it’s no use. If you wanted something you got it, even when there was a risk. This included supporting Richard’s career fully. The experience was what really counted for you. “Let me run you a bath, alright?”

You nod and watch him go into the bathroom, wearing his shirt and suit trousers already. He pulls up the sleeves and starts preparing the bathtub for you, making you giggle softly. Richard really was the only person on earth that runs a bath wearing an expensive suit before his film premiere. He comes back and lifts you up from the sofa, carrying you into the bathroom. “Richard, come on. I’m still able to walk on my own.” you protest laughing and watch him adoringly.

“Mm I know. But I don’t really care.” he admits chuckling and connects your lips in a sweet kiss. He puts you back onto your feet and smiles at you happily. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” you answer just as happy and start to get ready for the bath. As soon as the warm water surrounds your body, Richard sits down at the edge of the tub. “Careful, you’re gonna ruin your suit.”

“Never happened to me before, right?” he teases softly and smirks down at you when you roll your eyes playfully.

“Boaster.” you mumble, making you both laugh. “No, but seriously. No one else could wear an expensive suit while running someone a bath without getting wet.” you giggle at him.

“No one else has such a beautiful boyfriend they would take the risk to get their suit wet for.” Richard winks at you and your heart melts a little. Fucking cutie.

When you get out and dry yourself with a towel, you put on some comfy boxers and wait for Rich to bring the suit he got from his stylist for you. You put on the shirt and watch Richard close the buttons before putting on your trousers. He pulls up his sleeves once more, cleaning the bathroom and drying your hair afterwards. Richard can easily see how tired you are and that you’re still in pain, so he takes over styling your hair and fixing your tie for you. He makes sure you look presentable and feel comfortable before focusing on his own appearance when you have only ten minutes left.

“You should have gotten ready before me. The focus will be on you.” you sigh and watch him nervously. You didn’t want to be the reason he would have to rush there with an unfinished styling.

“Oh you wish.” Richard starts laughing and runs his fingers through his slightly curled hair. “Yeah sure, there will be a lot of it on me. But believe me, they’ll be more than happy to find out anything about you that ‘isn’t right’.” he explains and quickly washes his hands before reaching out for his tie. “People love nothing more than trying to embarrass the people that aren’t an actor themselves at these events.”

You swallow hard and nod slowly. You already knew that and sometimes it surprised you how much Richard wanted to protect you from it. Even when he was risking to get some shit to hear about himself. “Thank you, Rich.”

He looks at you through the mirror and his face softens. “You look stunning, as always, bubs. Don’t forget that.” he sees you blushing and a wide smile appears on his full lips. Turning around, he cups your face and kisses you lovingly before pulling you into his arms. He rubs tiny circles on your lower back and presses a kiss into your hair. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m tired and my stomach hurts a bit.” you admit and decide to be honest to Richard, knowing he would recognize it anyway.

“When we’re back, I’ll warm you a heating pad and then cuddle until you’re sound asleep.” he promises and fondles over your cheek as you look at him with a soft smile.

“Sounds perfect. I’m off work tomorrow luckily.”

-

In the beginning, everything was fine. You felt okay and your stomachache wasn’t as persistent as it was before. Walking with Richard on the red carpet while he held your hand the whole time and placed soft kisses on your temple was something you learned to enjoy. It went well and you two made your way into the backroom full of people.

With all the people in the room, you felt yourself getting a bit dizzy and tried to calm yourself down by taking deep breaths. Richard watches you suspiciously from the side but says nothing, which you’re thankful for, and grabs your hand. You interlock your fingers and follow him to a quieter corner of the room.

On your way there you bump into Taron, which leads to a tight hug between your boyfriend and his best mate. T wraps you into a hug as well afterwards and watches you two happily. “How are you doing?” he asks and leans against the table.

“Very good actually. He’s not feeling so well today, but he didn’t let me talk him out of it.��� Richard tells Taron and usually you would have been offended. It was in no one’s interest how you were feeling. But you know it was Richard’s way of telling Taron to keep an eye on you when he was busy. He was keeping you safe and it was adorable.

“I didn’t want to make you come here alone.” you sigh and roll your eyes at him, grinning.

“Oh you think I wouldn’t have managed?” Rich asks and raises his eyebrows, smirking.

“You said you hate attending public events without me.” you pout at him and Richard just chuckles and kisses you lovingly, telling you you’re right.

“You two are adorable.” Taron grins and looks around in the room searching for someone. Suddenly, he stands up straight again and looks at them. “I’ll go and get Em. I think she met Dex somewhere.” he says and then he’s already gone.

Richard pulls you into his arms and looks at you, letting his eyes wander all over your face. “How’s your stomachache?”

“It got worse, but still bearable.”

-

The stomachache turned into a massive pain while you watched the movie. At first, you only pressed a hand against your stomach and discretely opened the button of your trousers. But when it got worse, you wrapped your arms around your stomach and sank down deeper into your seat. Something was clearly wrong and you doubt that’s it’s because you’ve eaten something bad. It simply doesn’t feel that way. Richard was sitting in front of you and you were on your own with Taron and his girlfriend. You hated to be parted from your boyfriend, needing him nearest now.

When the film is finished, you can barely get up because of the sharp pain shooting through your stomach and taking over your body. You stumble a bit as you walk over to Richard, who watches you shortly and frowns worried. “I think I’ll go to the bathroom for a moment, okay?” you say and bite your lower lip, biting back a moan.

“Okay. I hope you know I’ll check on you if you don’t get back in time. You’re terribly pale and your face is twisted. Are you sure you’re okay, (Y/N)?” he frowns and you can see how he’s doubting it already.

“I’ll try to be there in time, don’t worry.” you say, putting on a brave smile and search for the closest public bathroom.

Inside, you wash your hands and let some cold water run all over your wrists, putting some on your neck. You brace yourself on the sink and moan softly, closing your eyes and sinking down your head. “Fuck.” you whisper when a sharp pain shoots through you.

You can hear someone opening the door and stand up straight, looking into a pair of deep blue eyes filled with worry. “You don’t look good.”

“I don’t feel good.” you admit and tense at the pain.

He watches you closely and sees the tiny beads of sweat on your forehead, your pained, glassy eyes and the way you desperately try to hide how much pain you are in. “What’s going - Hey, easy!” Richard takes a quick step forward when you sink down onto the floor in massive pain and crouch down, wrapping your arms around your stomach. Only a second later, Rich is in front of you and fondles over your hair to try and comfort you. “Did your stomachache get worse?” you groan a yes and close your eyes, trying to blend the pain out. “Tell me when you feel good enough to get up. We’re leaving.”

You fight with yourself and look up embarrassed. “I don’t wanna ruin your evening. It’s alright. I can take a cab back home.”

“You won’t do shit.” Richard protests and wraps his arms around you when he sees your eyes brimming with tears at the pain. The features on your face are almost ghostly as the pain begins to take you’re your body, almost paralyzing you. “Listen, this evening isn’t as important to me as you are. I can still give the interviews another time or chat with all of those people out there. But you’re feeling miserable and I won’t leave you now. You hear me?”

You can only weakly nod into his shoulder and groan softly. “Fuck, it hurts so bad.”

“You think you’re gonna throw up?” Rich asks hesitantly, but you shake your head.

“No, I don’t feel sick. It just hurts really, really bad. And it doesn’t stop. The pain keeps on getting worse by the minute.” you press out through gritted teeth.

“Okay. As soon as you can stand, we’ll leave and I’ll take you to a hospital. Don’t even try to convince me otherwise. You look like you’re gonna pass out any second.” Richard states and you give in, not in the mood for an argument and knowing you needed more than a heating pad tonight.

-

Sitting in a cab didn’t really make it better and you just lean against your boyfriend exhausted. You weren’t so sensitive to pain normally, so Richard understood quickly that it must be severe.

After a little while you’re waiting for a doctor and the pain only got worse. You’re holding Richard’s hand tight, squeezing it from time to time, but keeping your distance needing some time. You lean your head back against the wall and let out a shuddery breath, your hand pressed onto your stomach. “If you’d dated a woman this here could have been her going into labor. You’d have a little baby soon.”

“Shut up.” Rich chuckles and you just giggle before sinking sideways into his arms. “Keep going, love.” he whispers and you sit onto his lap needing his near now.

“Trying my best not to go crazy.” you mumble and he grabs your hand, fondling over your knuckles.

-

After some tests and talking with the doctor, they decided to keep you here for the night. You were placed into an available room and Richard decided to stay with you.

Richard first took a cab home and got some comfortable clothes for you both, driving back with his car. He helps you change into one of his shirts and some comfortable sweatpants, knowing you like to wear his clothes when you don’t feel good.

Rich lies down next to you and you cuddle into him, taking in his welcoming warmth and calming scent. You close your eyes and smile a bit. “Thank you for staying with me.” you say after a while and feel him planting a kiss onto your forehead.

“I know you would only get cold without me.” Rich chuckles but there is such a softness and adoration in his voice. Your heart warms at the bare sound of it.

“True.” You say and turn onto your side, letting him spooning you from behind. You can feel him burying his head in your shoulder and his hand slips under your shirt, massaging your belly gently. You moan relieved at Richard’s efforts to ease the pain and cuddle closer into him. “I love you, Rich.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). And now you should get some sleep. It’s been hell of a day.” he presses a kiss into your neck and holds you close against his body. You realized once more how happy you were having him and what an amazing boyfriend he was to you.

 @taron-eggmcmuffin @sarahegerton96 @multicoloredchicken @primaba11erina @maddertonmyheart @madderton-obsessed

[kaider-is-my-otp]

Shaving

Just realized I posted this on ao3 but not here, so... This was also my first fic, oops.

Kai is stalling, so Cinder helps him look presentable. Cute Kaider fluff. 

When Cinder woke up, Kai’s side of the bed was empty. That wasn’t anything unusual- as an emperor, he was usually the first one up. She knew Kai still hadn’t left for his office for another work day because she heard water running in the bathroom sink through the open door.

She yawned and stretched in her boyfriend’s large comfy bed, thinking for a moment if she could stay there for entire day. Deciding it would be hugely inappropriate for a queen to roll in bed all day, she swung her legs to the side and slowly got up. Feeling dizzy for a second, she pulled down her shirt- actually, it was one of Kai’s old shirts that she tends to sleep in whenever she visits the palace- and made her way toward the bathroom.

Cinder pushed the door and saw Kai standing above the sink. He was dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, not in his fancy imperial attire he had to wear for meetings. His hair was messy as usual, falling slightly across his forehead. When Kai saw her reflection in the mirror, he gave her one of his breathtaking smiles. Cinder thought he was absolutely beautiful.

“Morning,” he said, turning around to wrap his arms around her and pull her into the bathroom.

Cinder gave him a peck on the lips and pushed few strands of hair that fell on his forehead. “Good morning. I thought you’d already be gone by now.”

Kai shrugged his shoulders. “I may be stalling a little bit.”

“You know you’re going to be late for that meeting if you don’t hurry up? We don’t want Torin and Prime Minister Bromstad going mad because of you.”

“They’ll be fine,” he said in a nonchalant voice and lowered his head into the crook of Cinder’s neck. “I just need few minutes with you and then I’ll be ready for the day.”

Cinder smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pressed few kisses into her neck, knowing well enough where her most sensitive spots are. Cinder breathed out and tightened her grip around him. She glanced over his shoulder and saw the reason why water was running earlier. Sink was filled with warm water and next to it stood few items that gave Cinder a clear image why Kai was stalling.

She bit her lip to stop the grin. “You’re stalling because you don’t feel like shaving, do you?”

Kai’s lips on her neck turned upwards. “I just don’t feel like doing it,” he murmured.

Cinder sighed, knowing how much it bothered him sometimes to be perfectly groomed and neat at all times. As a queen, she understood the pressure. She placed her palm on one of Kai’s cheeks, feeling slight stubble on her skin.

“You know you can’t go to the meeting like that.”

Kai lifted his head, turning it to press light kiss on the palm that was still on his face. “I know. Torin would send me right back. I was mentally preparing myself to do it when you came in and distracted me.”

She didn’t let his smirk and smooth talk change her train of thoughts. “Come on, Kai. You know I would pay to wear cargo pants all day and have grease spots on my face, but we have to at least look presentable.”

“Are you saying I don’t look presentable like this?” He smiled, but Cinder noticed a tinge of uncertainty in his voice.

She smiled and kissed both of his cheeks, feeling the hairs under her lips. “You’re as handsome as ever, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re an emperor and it is expected of you to look like one.”

Kai sulked for a second, kissed her forehead and turned around to shave. Cinder stared at him for a second, then walked towards the wide sink. She put both her hands on the marble top of the sink cabinet and lifted herself up so she can comfortably sit and watch Kai. Goosebumps rose on her bare leg as she was wearing only Kai’s old shirt, but her metal leg didn’t feel the cold of the marble top.

Kai gave her a questioning look with raised eyebrow as he leaned down and rinse his face with warm water. He grabbed a towel to dry his face a bit, casting another distasteful look at the shaving equipment that stood next to Cinder.

“I can help you if you want,” Cinder said without a lot of thinking, observing all the bottles and razors that lay next to her.

“Really?” Kai asked, sounding surprised she suggested that.

“Of course,” Cinder said, now looking up at him. “I’ve seen you do it before. Besides, Thorne does it, so how hard can it be?”

Kai smiled and tossed the towel on the other side of the counter. “True. All right, love. I give you official permission to ruin my face.”

Cinder frowned at him and kicked him in the knee with her metal foot. Lightly, of course. She started picking all the bottles that were next to her, reading at the same time magazine article on how to shave guy’s beard that she downloaded in her head.

“Hm, no, this is an aftershave, it’s too early for that,” she muttered to herself. “Do I need a shaving cream or gel? I guess cream would be easier…”

Kai kissed her temple, took one tall bottle and gave it to her. “Here, go with this one,” he said with a barely covered laughter in his voice.

Cinder took a bottle from him and pulled at his shirt so that he now stood between her knees. She removed the cap and pressed the nozzle till the almond-size dollop was on the palm.

“Uh, this is going to get all in my joints,” she said as she rubbed her metal hand and flesh hand together to get the foamy texture. Once she was happy, she started applying cream evenly on areas of Kai’s face that needed to be shaved.

All that time, Kai didn’t move an inch, as he looked at her in awe, with mouth hanging slightly open. He placed his hands on Cinder’s thighs and moved closer to her. She tried to ignore the warmth that came with his closeness, focused completely on her mission.

Once she was done, she leaned back a bit to look at him. He looked a little bit ridiculous with white shaving cream on half of his face and neck, but still somehow irresistible with the small smile playing on his lips. She nodded, content with her work and dipped her hands into the sink to wash away the remains of cream.

“Alright, now I let it sit for few minutes, right?” she asked and Kai nodded, looking at her like she was the most adorable thing he has seen in his life.

Cinder rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the smile forming on her lips. She was suddenly much more aware of Kai’s warm hands on her bare thighs as he traced little patterns and circles with his thumbs. She lifted her hand and swept away few more too long hairs that fell on his forehead.

“You might need at haircut soon too,” she said in a low voice as she pushed her fingers through his soft hair.

Even after years spent together and seeing him as much as their respected obligations allowed them, she still wasn’t completely used to the fact that this boy was hers. That he wanted her as much as she wanted him. When she would start to feel uncertain and doubt herself, Kai could almost sense it, even if he was on Earth and she was on Luna. He would give her a pep talk through the portscreen, ending every call with declarations of love that were now completely normal to them, almost a reflex.

“I love you.” She felt the need to say it.

Kai smiled, his copper brown eyes shining. “I love you, too.”

They stared at each other for few more seconds, smiles wide on both their faces. Then Cinder turned and searched for a razor. She found it and looked at Kai, feeling uncertain for the first time.

“What if I cut you?”

Kai let out a short laugh and shook his head. “I’d be surprised if you don’t. Stars know I’ve cut myself ten times first time I shaved.”

“That must have been quite a sight,” Cinder said, laughing at the thought.

“You have no idea. My father and Torin almost had a heart attack,” he said, smiling at the memory. He took Cinder’s hand that held the razor. “Here, let me show you.”

His hand was around her wrist and he pressed the razor blade on his cheek, not too firm or too light. He guided her hand as they made a gentle stroke across Kai’s cheek.

“There, it’s not that hard,” he said and rinse the blade under the water. “Now you try.”

Cinder took the blade from him, took a deep breath and repeated the process Kai just showed her. Her hand was a bit unsteady at the beginning, but she quickly got used to the feeling and found a perfect amount of pressure to put on Kai’s sensitive skin. A spark of pride grew in her as she made light, gentle strokes, reveling perfectly shaved skin underneath.

She did cut him, though. Only once, when she lowered her hand to shave a part of his neck, but didn’t hit the right angle. Kai let out a small gasp and Cinder knew she had cut him.

“Stars, I’m sorry. I knew I didn’t get this one right.” She ducked her head to see the damage. Kai reached with his hand and wiped away a small droplet of blood.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing. It’s under the chin anyway, so no one will even see it. It might be easier if you pull the skin down. The blade will glide smoother.”

She did as he said and pulled lightly at his skin with her cyborg hand. Kai didn’t even flinch when the cold metal touched him, already used to the feeling. She gave him no more injuries as she continued to work on all the delicate angles of his face.

Once there was no more white cream on his face and she was sure she shaved every part, she set the razor aside and reached for the towel next to her. She opened the faucet and soaked it. Then she put wet towel on his face, cleaning the leftovers of the cream.

Kai tucked his hands under her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the counter, closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the lips. Cinder kissed him back, trying to stay focus on his face, not his lips. But it was to no avail. Warnings flashed across her retina display as Kai deepened the kiss, pulling her so close their chest were pressed together. Cinder circled her arms around his neck, playing with strands of his hair. Wet towel fell to the floor with a quiet slap.

“Aftershave,” Cinder mumbled against Kai’s lips. “I need to put you an aftershave.”

“Mhm,” was all Kai said before he captured her lips again. She didn’t complain.

They finally separated few minutes later, Cinder catching her breath and Kai flushed deep red on the tips of his ears. He pressed another small kiss on her nose, then moved away from her to rinse his face above the sink. When he was done, he grabbed the bottle of aftershave and gave it to Cinder.

She open the cap and poured a small amount on her right hand, the cold liquid instantly cooling her palm. She rubbed it gently into Kai’s skin, feeling his soft skin under her palm.

“Done,” she said and leaned back to marvel her work. He truly looked beautiful. His skin was clean and almost glowing, so tender to the touch. She couldn’t keep the grin off her face.

Kai looked at his reflection in the mirror and nodded in approval. “I’m impressed. I don’t know why, though, since there’s nothing you can’t do perfectly the first time.” He looked at her and flashed her a knowing grin. Cinder was sure if could blush, she would be flaming red right now.

“You should go get dressed,” she said and nudged him with her leg. She hopped off the counter, washed her hands in the sink and left the bathroom. Kai was right behind her as he walked toward his closet to get dressed.

Cinder flopped on the bed, sneaking a peek at Kai through the open doors of the dressing room as he was changing. She caught a glimpse of his bare back when he took off his shirt. Nerves in her brain hummed and it took every ounce of self-control not to pull him on the bed next to her. He needed to go to the meeting.

“Will I see you at lunch?” Kai asked after few minutes when he walked out of the dressing room, dressed in a fit appropriate for an emperor.

“Sure. I just have to call Winter to check the situation on Luna, but other than that I’m free.” She got up from bed, grabbing clean clothes for herself and getting ready for a warm shower.

Kai came behind her and hugged her. He rested his head on her shoulder and pressed a kiss at the side of her neck. “I’ll miss you when you leave in few days.”

Cinder grunted at his sugary sweet voice. “I’m sure you’ll only miss my amazing shaving skills.”

“That too.” Kai laughed into her neck. He glanced at his wristwatch and sighed when he saw what time it was. “Now I really have to go or Torin will be here any second.”

He kissed the side of her head and made his way to the door. With his hand on the doorknob, he stopped and glanced at Cinder. He walked towards her again, wrapped her in another hug and kissed her one more time.

Cinder smiled under his lips. When Kai finally pulled away, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Now I can go.”

[cutegirlmayra]

Sokai AU cause unfathomable reasons.

Prompt:

The sandy grains of home were carried by the beach’s breeze in the night, before carefully dropping down and remaining still as the dark cloaked the earth but kept the heavens abright.

Sora and Kairi lay on the cooled sand opposite the other, their faces side by side but upside down from one another, looking up at the sky.

Sora had just finished talking about all the different worlds he’d been too, and Kairi finished mundane talking about life back home and school, some friend chit-chat here and there about their lives and what they’ve been up to… but nothing compared to the glittering hues of blue, purple, and green that sprinkled itself like a paint brush across the skies, in ribbons of glory, only being drowned out by the light radiating in their hearts… the only distraction on this otherwise beautiful galaxy seen in the night.

The two were chuckling quietly beside the other, before Kairi lifted a hand to point at the moon, “Look! It’s teasing the sea again.”

“Teasing?” Sora looked up, dumbfounded, “How?” He scooted his head a little closer to hers, but kept his eyes on the moon. “It looks like a glowing rock to me.”

“That doesn’t mean it doesn’t have it’s own attraction, though.” Kairi also, ever so delicately, and being too shy to pay much attention to it, let her cheek tilt lightly towards his upside-down from her direction forehead as well.

He looked up, unable to help but notice the warmth from her body heat pierce the cold and soothe his growing need to be with her. In all his travelings, this feeling never waned. Even when he was young, he always wanted to be close to her… but it was never quite at potent as it had been when he returned so many years back.

“The waves pull and tug between their emotions for each other.” Kairi continued, digging her fingers into the sand and showing resistance, before letting go and scooting her palms to push the sand forward. It was similar in rhythm and movement as the tide, “It keeps trying to tell itself it’s not possible to reach the moon, but then it goes back to reaching for it again. It’s a beautiful love story, isn’t it?”

Sora peered up, pushing his head against the sand and letting his hair get messy to tilt his chin up and get a better angle at what her hands were doing behind him on the sand.

His own hands were on his stomach, and he moved them off to lean himself for a better view.

“You could just turn around, you know. Silly head.” Kairi giggled, and her laughter rang through like a bell to his ears, her being so close, the music of it delighted him into laughing himself.

“Haha, I know.” He laid back down, “I always thought the sun and the moon were a thing… Always chasing, never meeting.”

“The sun meets the moon, and vise-versa.” Kairi turned her head to him, “That’s when we get an eclipse-ah!” in that one, miscalculated moment… Kairi’s nose lightly hit against him.

She swiftly turned her head back up, covering the lower portion of her face as Sora could feel her cheek on his forehead warm up.

His eyes wanted to look, and lightly did a few takes, but he heard her sneeze and snicker quietly to herself. He was unaware that his hair had tickled her nose and caused her to sneeze, which she was laughing at. She felt it was a funny act, and played it off as such.

He closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying being with her again after all this time had passed. He reached up his hand to point directly across from her, since they were laying in front of the shoreline, but positioned at it’s right. His arm lifted up along the sandy beach to be above her own laid head and pointed out towards the ocean, “But then… don’t the moon and sea meet at the horizon?”

Kairi thought about it, turning her head away from him as he looked at the back of her head, his own mind racing with thoughts of her as she admired the twinkling stars reflected on it.

“It still must pine for more, though… don’t’cha think so?” when she turned her head back to him, he still had his head fully turned to her, so their eyes, although upside-down, were parallel to each other.

A galaxy left unexplored rested in the light of their own inner minds, swirling out in speckled stars within the color of their own hues…

“Y-yeah… guess it is kinda a lame story… huh?” Sora knew he had to speak but didn’t really want to reply, he was too invested in the warmth from her. “It’s warm.” he finally stated, before heat swarmed his own cheeks at blurting out his admiring thoughts.

He looked down and away, pulling in his lips at his embarrassing folly, but Kairi’s light breathing revealed her own ‘pull’ of attraction and her eyes batted and quickly looked away to try and sedate the sensation. “I-It is an island, Sora.” she smiled and closed her eyes, feeling his hair tickle her chin now that she was tucking it down and withdrawing slightly.

Her forehead brushed up against the corner of his nose and cheek again, and he could smell the salty breeze in it.

He smiled too, relaxing and closing his eyes… “Yeah… Or maybe I’ve caught something.”

“You’re sick?” She leaned her head back up, lifting it slightly off the grainy sand. “Are you sure?” She lightly touched his cheek and the cold dissipated into a soft, low burn that made his eyes widened slightly, his pupils dilated as she then touched her own cheek.

“...That’s not how you tell if someone’s warm or not.” Sora couldn’t help but grin widely like a fool, clearly in the depths of the sea, bathed in the light of the moon.

Kairi blushed a little and lowered her fingers that had pushed lightly against her own cheek, nervous… but as her eyes lowered and rose back to meet his, she nudged herself closer and put her cheek up against his.

It was so soothing he thought he could fall right to sleep and dream forever.

Who needs blankets?

“...Hmm… You feel warm.” she admitted, looking away as he saw her eyelashes from the framing of her eyes bat again. He couldn’t see where she was looking, but lightly moved his nose and felt her eyebrow’s hair glide against it.

“I feel cold... compared to you.”

The small, miniscule gesture could have gone completely unnoticed, but as though drawn to the touch, Kairi gently and also very carefully joined the nuzzling sensation, each moving in tiny increments as though trying to disguise from the other what they were experiencing.

There was a soft sigh… barely audible, and when Kairi opened her eyes, she felt too many static pulses and rose up, breaking off the sliding of their cheeks and tapping of their noses together, their foreheads sharing warmth and rubbing against the sand…

She covered her face again and then brushed herself off, almost as though pushing the feeling back and getting up.

Sora immediately leaned up too, worried he had done something wrong, and sat upon the sand while she put her hands behind her back, and walked back passed him.

“Kairi..?! I’m-!” he wanted to say he was sorry, in case he really did overstep something, thinking maybe he had frightened her and she caught on to his careful play, not realizing she was enjoying being close to him in her own hidden way too. “Are… you okay?”

His hand lowered to between his resting legs, seeing as she stopped walking just a small ways away from where they were previously laying.

“Em-hmm.” Kairi’s hair drifted as she paused her walk, falling up and then down to rest from the movement. She was looking still as the night… but beautiful, ever just the same… even though he could only see her back-view. Was she looking down? Away at something? Had he made her uncomfortable..?

He was wracked to his core, thinking she may have caught on to him, and didn’t know how to explain himself. He pushed down his lower lip again and furrowed his brow, regretting the poor moment of weakened judgement, “Em…” He was about to call out his supposed error and apologize, not wanting to let her go but keep by her side until she spoke out again.

“I’m just going to cool off at the pier. I got a bit… too warm… you’re just so full of heat, Sora!” she turned to tilt and twist her body back, closing her eyes and giving him the brightest smile.

He grinned too, surprised and not following what she was implying, but was glad she wasn’t leaving him behind.

He got up and raced to catch up to her as she waited for him and they both walked blissfully at peace by the other.

Sora put his hands behind his head as Kairi sat down at the edge of the pier, kicking her feet off and getting comfy.

She looked up at him and then the stars, which made him look down and back at her, deciding to sit next to her.

“Sora… The stars don’t change… people shouldn’t either.” She nodded, and he listened intently, looking back at her as he kept one knee raised up with it’s foot still on the pier, letting his wrist rest on it.

He studied her words and then nodded more enthusiastically back, strongly looking out towards the night sky full of stars too. “Yeah… but people don’t really change, they grow. Things get bigger… more…” he suddenly felt her fingers move over his resting hand... 

His eyes twitched as though to blink but didn’t, he felt her pinkie and ring finger glide over his knuckles and then stop, inching with brief stops as though unsure if he was accepting this gesture or not.

He lifted his hand lightly, tilting it on it’s wrist, and allowed her fingers to curl under and hold him as he did the same, gripping them from underneath his palm.

Like a shell, closing under the pearl to blanket it, he lowered his hand back as though to lock her kind expression of affection there and not remove it from his side.

“Expanded..?” Kairi replied, looking away but nudging her head down cutely, realizing he was accepting the invitation.

The touch kept that flickering flame aglow, but strengthened it deeper in their hearts.

“Yeah…”

The two didn’t look at one another, possibly too embarrassed and shy to say anything, but it was clear they understood the other to perhaps like them mutually back as they secretly did the other.

But… was it so much a secret?

The two smiled in glee off from the other as Sora raised his other hand from his knee and scratched behind his head… this was something he’d always wanted to do… hold her hand… be there for and with her… but then-

Kairi tugged on his hand, pulling him down off the pier and into the water as he plummeted down, not letting go of her hand.

“Ahh!”

She laughed and gripped the pier with her free hand, turning her body as to not fall in.

He was half submerged from his waist down before flailing a bit to move back up towards the surface, but with her hand as an anchor, it wasn’t too hard to get back to the pier.

“Hey! What’s the big idea, Kairi?” he seemed startled, but that childish complaining made her laugh even more, trying to keep her strength about her and not laugh off the pier.

“Just cooling you off.” she had felt he was her moon, and she was thrusting him into the sea... 

But to Sora, he was like the ocean… and this time-

A sly and playful smile spread across his face as he curled his fingers tighter into her hand, readying as he lifted his foot to the wood under the pier, holding it steady.

He was going to pull her into him.

“Then maybe you should join me!” he ripped her from the top of the pier and the two dived into together, Kairi twisting to face the sea’s surface but sinking down gently into the blue with her eyes closed from the impact.

Sora floated over her and opened her hand up to intertwined his own into it, and while her eyes squinted a moment from the shades of shadow and moonlight, she could see him eyeing her from above, as though asking permission.

Entranced by the dream-like floating, she opened her mouth slightly and pulled into him, and when he noticed her soft lunge for him, he joined it and the two shared a quiet, but heated declaration of affection…

Needing air again, Sora and Kairi released their holds, Sora pulling her from below and Kairi whisking her hands through his hair and moving from his head to holding from around his neck.

They both came up to the surface before Sora balanced his arms and swung them to keep himself afloat. Looking around, he reached up and grabbed the edge of the pier, then returned his determined arm to protectively holding Kairi up without her needing to kick or swim.

Hooked onto it, he looked down at her and skimmed his nose down the bridge of her own, making sure she was okay.

She bundled her hands to hide her face, peeking up at how close he was and tenderly surrendering to his hold… letting him keep her up from drifting into the push and pull of the waves again.

“Riptide.” Sora gently whispered out, “I hear they’re deadly…” He tried to be charming, but she splashed water in his face and grabbed the pier, pulling away from him and swimming off.

“Were you thinking I’d let you hold me all night?” She teased, sending the flame through the gunpowder wire and shooting him off like a rocket after her.

She laughed, before seeing him summon his keyblade and disappear under the water. She stopped and looked around, unable to see anything. Usually, the water was so clear during the day, but at night, it was like swimming through a mirror of the universe.

A large blast followed swiftly by her and she lifted an arm up while the raining splash pelted her quickly, and looking up, Sora had jumped and spun his keyblade to move swiftly through the water and double-jumped into a glide to find her.

He flew around her infinitely a few times, and she shook her head at his antics.

“Hehe… You gotta teach me how to do that.” She moved to swim towards the shoreline but he cut her off, aiming and positioning himself to lightly drift to the water like a swan to a lake. “H-hey..!”

He offered her his hand and she took it, then placed it on his shoulder and used his keyblade to propel them through the tide towards the shore.

“Quite a propeller you have there.” she teased.

“Would have come in handy when we had the raft.” He kid right back, and the two slugged their way out of the water, soaking wet, but enjoying the night, just the same.

“Maybe you could train with me tomorrow?”

“Why tomorrow?” Sora looked back at her but then realized she was asking him on a date. He flipped a little, wigging out but composed himself after a second and walked back up to her, gesturing his an awkward but excited hand as he spoke. “I-wah-oh-uh-y-yeah! That would be great! I’ll see you first thing tomorrow!”

She smiled, seeing he understood her. “Great, I’ll bring a picnic.”

“For breakfast?” he tilted his head, innocently naïve.

She chuckled into her hand, “No, goofball, for lunch. But if you’re that in a hurry to see me that you won’t at least have breakfast… then I’ll bring some of that too.” It would be a long but fruitful day tomorrow… in fact, the date might just last… for the rest of their lives~

He scratched the back of his head and smiled with a huge red streak across his face, and she darted up expertly to the side of him and delivered a farewell peck on his cheek, before rushing off and once again, covering the bottom-portion of her face with one hand as though unable to hide her feelings anymore.

[stark-lupin]

Photographs (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Nat x Reader

Idk what this is but it is very sad smh.

Y/F/N = Your Father´s Name. italic is the flashback

 They were gone, your parents. The three of you always were close, they supported you, no matter what. You wanted them back, just so you could spend more time with them again. Your job as Avenger took so much time of your days, and when you had a day off you wanted nothing but sleep.

You feel a hand slip in your, intertwining your fingers. You look up to see the most beautiful green eyes look back at you, your fiancé looked lovingly yet slightly concerned at you. She loved your parents as well. And they loved Natasha like she was their daughter.

You know she´s trying to be strong for you, she knows how much it pains her, so she can´t even imagine the amount of pain you feel.

You get lost in her eyes as you get flashbacks from the day you introduced Nat to your family years ago.

 Your very nervous girlfriend of 6 months comes in the room in a red, lovely, short (not too short), summer dress with flowers on it.  

“Hey, do I look good enough for your parents” she asked, rather anxiously. You pecked her lips softly, while cupping her cheeks, you look her in the eyes and tell her that she looks perfectly fine, no matter what she would wear, your family would love her, you knew it.

After a bit more of you convincing her, you were ready to go. You wore a black top, with a red and black flannel shirt, black ripped jeans and your converse, you weren´t the kind of person to wear shorts. You grabbed your leather jacket and Nat´s hand, gave it a peck and went outside to your car.

The ride to the family barbecue was nice, as usual, the two of you conversed a bit, music always running in the background.

You arrived at your parent´s house just an hour later, arriving exactly at the time you mom told you to. Your other relatives were yet to come, which gave your parents and Nat the opportunity to get to know each other a bit.

You took her hand once again in yours and lead her into the backyard, where your parents were still preparing everything a bit. As soon as you walked in Sammy started to bark. Your beloved Husky, well it really is your parent´s. You patted his head a bit and he turned to Natasha, tail still wagging happily. Natasha bent down and patted him as well.

“Well aren´t you a good, pretty boy huh?” she cooed at him, which caused his tail to wag even more. You smiled and mock offendedly said “And here I was thinking you are MY girlfriend.”. She smiled as well and turned to you, you kissed her forehead and were about to go to greet your parents, as you heard your mother´s voice.

“Y/F/N they´re here! Come outside.” Your dad being the man he is simply asked who, but walked out with your mother, nevertheless.

You met them in the middle, while you expected your mother to greet you instantly with her motherly hug, she turned and greeted Natasha, catching her off guard, but after a moment of realization she hugged back. You and your dad shared a look and hugged as well, you loved his hugs, they always made you feel safe.

Breaking apart your dad told your mother to cool down and let Natasha arrive properly, saying she was probably scaring the poor girl off. Your mother then stopped caressing Natasha´s cheeks and turned to give you a hug, while scolding your father and defending herself that she was just complimenting their daughter´s lover. With a roll of his eyes he chuckled and gave Natasha a gentle hug as well, she returned it immediately, getting that your family is one for those.  

The four of you finished preparing everything and slowly the other parts of your rather big family started to turn up. After a while your cousins arrived with their kids, who were more than happy to see you.

Everyone was being very welcoming to Nat. You both appreciated that, even though you didn´t doubt that one second. Natasha even seemed to enjoy this family gathering, that surprised you a little, not too much.

Everyone chatted happily and time moved fast. Everyone was now gathered on the several sofas, chairs and the floor, around the fireplace, you sat on a sofa with Natasha in your lap and a beer in your hand, taking a swig every now and then. Listening to a story one of the kids told you.

The air started to freshen. The kids now all inside either playing or sleeping. While the adults kept on chatting happily. You noticed Natasha shiver slightly and took off your leather jacket and put it around her shoulders.

Time was still moving on so fast and soon it grew a little quieter, even Natasha got really quiet, cuddled up into you. Deep in a conversation with your father about settling down and starting a family. You would love that, but the world needed you and Natasha so that would have to wait.

“Dad I really think she is the one. Each minute that passes I love her more. I would get her the moon if that is what she wanted. She makes me feel so light and down to earth. She is my safe zone dad, I love her.”. He smiled at you and nodded at Nat. She fell asleep, just like Sammy, who was curled up at your feet.

When you looked at the Russian beauty, she was fast asleep, looking as peaceful as ever. Your dad handed you a blanket and you lied it on top of the two of you. You kissed her forehead and whispered an “I love you” in her hair. And then went back to talking to your family. What you didn´t notice, was that your mom took a picture of you two.

Eventually you grew tired as well and your parents insisted that the two of you should spend the night here. The sofa in the living room was free, big and comfy enough for one night and apparently, they still had few t-shirts and sweatpants and your old favorite hoodie, so you didn´t have to sleep in a jean and a flannel.

After a bit of them convincing you, you agreed and said your good nights, picked Natasha up and carried her inside, she had to sleep very well, because usually she would wake up at that. You laid her on the sofa, got something to wipe off her makeup and did so. Then you changed her into a pair of sweats and one of your t-shirts and tucked her in. After you got changed you joined her. You slung your arms around her, kissed her neck and fell asleep.

 You were broken out of your trance like state, when you felt someone cupping your cheek and wiping away tears, you didn´t realize you shed.

You tried to smile at the person that you loved so much but only managed a pained very little smile. The assassin took your hand in hers yet again and continued to draw patterns on the back of your hand.

After burying them and your very emotional speech, your whole family went to a restaurant to eat. Everyone chatted and several times someone came up to you and hugged you, intentionally making you feel better, but really it just made you miss them more.

You frown after you realized that, meanwhile you were talking to someone who came to you to tell you they´re sorry and whatnot, Nat left your side. Looking around the room you spot the redhead talking to the kid you talked to at the party.

The little boy seemed to tell her a story and Natasha smiled at him the best she could. Nodding every now and then and looking genuinely interested.

You decided to join them, so you went over to where they are stood. You slipped your hand in Nat´s and greeted them. Suspiciously your cousin´s little son ran off after telling Nat to stick to the plan. And not after telling you that you should retie your tie. You tried to but failed miserably.

Natasha saw that you started to grow frustrated and did it for you. When she was done, she kissed your lips, lingering there for a moment, then she pulled away. But you could still feel them. She studied your eyes and then started to make her way over to the exit.

God, she knew exactly that you couldn´t stand to be here for another minute. She led you to your car and got in the driver’s seat. You were beyond exhausted, so you fell asleep rather quickly, thinking you would drive home, which would take some time.

To say it confused you when Natasha woke you up just 20 minutes later was an underestimation. When you looked outside you realized where you were. In front of your childhood home. She got out first, coming to your door to get you out, you were once again in a trance like state. But you managed to pull out of it as you felt the cold January wind hit you in the face.

You walked in; the door already unlocked because Nat went ahead. Sammy, who was a lot older now as well came to greet you. He could tell you were sad. So, he licked your hand, which was just hanging by your side as you stood under the doorframe.

It still smelled like them; everything basically was the way they left it, that means that Nat, who was coming here to feed Sammy and walk him and take care of him every day, did a good job. You would have to thank her for that later.

Meanwhile Nat was here taking care of the Husky, you stayed at the Avengers compound, most of the time on the sofa staring off space. Wanda checked on you, so did Tony and Steve but you just waved them off. Wanda knew what you felt, and it made her sad. But the three of them promised you fiancé to take care of you. Made sure you ate and slept and showered and didn´t let yourself down. They did a relatively good job.

But now you both were here. Alone in a house that feels like home but also strange. You went to find her.

On the sofa was where you found her. She had something in her hands. She looked at you, telling you to take a seat, you did.

A photo album was in her hands. You didn´t know that one though. The two of you opened the book, your mother´s neat handwriting saying, “Happy Marriage”, beneath it both of their handwritings with their signatures.

You teared up, a few tears dropping on the book.

The two of you cuddled up and kept on going through it, picture after picture, most of them were secretly taken of you and Natasha. Some of them with your parents in it. Under many pictures was a little text saying something about the day or the picture.

The very last picture was taken years ago, the two of you on the sofa, cuddled up, sleeping. It was the same night your mother took the other picture outside by the fireplace, that one was next to it.

“Y/N you told me that you think she is the one, your mother and I think the same. We know that Natasha will always love you and protect you. You two belong together. With lots of love, dad” …”Ouch your mom slapped my arm because I didn´t write that we both love the two of you, BUT THAT`S OBVIOUS”. You could almost hear him chuckle after that. You would have laughed at that, if you didn´t feel sobs racking through your body and Natasha´s.

You felt home in her arms, even more in this house. You both cried for a while until you calmed down and started talking about moving into this house and having barbecues here. And doing anything to honour them.

Natasha fell asleep, cuddled up to you, your arms slanged around her, you kissed her neck, told her you love her and fell asleep.

[solarwriting]

Gone for a Moment

Paring: Romantic!Peter Parker x Female!Reader, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: +4.9k

Warnings: death, time travel, swearing

Request: N/A

A/N:  I started writing this forever (4 months) ago and a few days ago I tried to finish it and twice my additions failed to save, third time’s the charm. I also don’t like the first half of this.

“Where are you going again?” Y/n asked her phone, which was lying on the counter beside her as she tried to figure out a blueprint of her dad’s.

Peter, on the other end, answered into the mic of his earbuds, “MoMA.”

Y/n was quiet as she tried to decipher her father chicken scratch.

“Y/N,” Peter called through the phone, “Hello?”

“Sorry,” Y/n sighed, “I’m looking at some of my dad’s old blueprints, for his suits. I think I could modify it. You know to make it comfy.”

Peter laughed into his mic, “You just want you own suit, huh?”

Y/n snorted, “Well it’s not like my dad is going to build me one. I have to take matters into my own hands. And I already have a prototype.”

Peter laughed again, “It’s going to look great, also Ned says ‘Hi.’”

“Ah tell him I say ‘hi’ back!” Y/n exclaimed, “And MJ too, if she’s there. Tell that girl I miss her.”

“They heard you.” Peter said, he was interrupted by Y/n phone beeping. Her mother was calling her.

“I got to go, Peter. My mom’s calling.” Y/n explained, the two ending the conversation with quick ‘love you’s.

“Mom?” Y/n asked after answering the call.

Pepper sighed in relief, “Are you home.”

“Yeah, why?” Y/n asked as she walked the length of the kitchen, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Okay, I’ll be right there don’t go anywhere!”

“Mom, wait! What’s going on?” Y/n attempted to ask before the phone call was cut short.

“Oh, shit.” Y/n whispered to herself as she shakily made her way to the living room, turning the TV to channel six, since they always seemed to have answers.

“Is New York being invaded? This just i-” The sound of the reporter’s voice was interrupted by the ding of the elevator reaching the floor. The doors opened to reveal Pepper Potts searching the room frantically for her daughter.

When her eyes finally landed on the sixteen year old her face visibly softened and her body relaxed ever so slightly. “Mom, you have got to talk to me here, what the hell is going on?”

Pepper looked at her daughter pointedly, “First of all, language, I really don’t need you swearing like your father. Second of all, aliens because it’s always aliens. I need to get a hold of your dad just, stay here.” She instructed before leaving the room.

Y/n pulled out her phone with before typing a message with shaky hands.

“Please tell me you’re not on that ship.” Y/n heard her mother plead from the kitchen.

“Mom, is it Dad?” Y/n asked as she walked into the kitchen, Pepper nodded solemnly hand the phone to her daughter.

“Dad?” On Tony’s end, even though the static he could hear her fear, “Are you on the ship?”

“Yeah, honey.” He sighed into the phone.

“Dad, please,” Y/n whimpered, “Come back, we need you. I need you, I love you. Dad.”

“I- lo-e y-, too.” A static sentence came out of the phone followed by dead silence.

The phone slipped out of Y/n’s now sweaty hands, clattering to the ground as the teen quickly followed. Pepper was quick to move, catching her daughter and moving her so she sat in her lap, her head lying on her mother’s chest as she rocked her daughter, “He’ll be back. He’ll be back.” Being repeated like a ritual.

Neither of them were sure how long had passed but they eventually got off of the floor and spent their time watching the news and worrying. At some point, Y/n fell asleep because the next the she woke up feeling off.

“Mom?” She asked looking around the living room as she stood up. Her stomach dropped, “Mom! Something’s wrong.”

Pepper rushed into the room, just finishing a phone call, trying to figure out where Tony was, “Honey, what’s wrong.”

Y/n’s eyes filled with tears, “I don’t feel okay, I-I-I-” Y/n stumbled forward into her mother’s arms, “I love you.” Y/n could knew what was happening, “P-please make sure you live. Make sure you and Dad don’t stop enjoying life because of me, okay?” She asked, her lip trembling and tears rushing down her cheeks.

“I promise, baby. I promise.” Pepper’s face mirrored her daughter’s just as Y/n began disintegrating in her arms.  

Weeks had passed, no word. Almost a month had passed, no word. But Tony Stark was alive and not doing very well. He had just finished his recording, saying goodbye to his fiance and daughter when he was a bright light, moving closer to the ship. The light was so bright he was forced to open his eyes, He was unsure of what he was seeing but it was a woman, a glowing woman. And she carried the entire ship back to Earth.

The next thing Tony knew he was stumbling out of the ship, being supported by the blue meanie when Steve Rodgers ran up to aid him. “Couldn’t stop him.”

“Neither could I.”

“Lost the kid.”

“Tony, we lost.

They looked solemn, “Is, uh.” Tony couldn’t find the words but he didn’t need to because soon Pepper Potts rushed towards him and pulls him into a hug.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!”

“Is Y/n? Is she...?” Tony asked trailing after they pulled away from the embrace. Everyone around them was quiet as Pepper slowly shook her head

“She didn’t-”

“No. I did not float through space for a month to come home without a daughter. Take me inside, I need to get her back.”

“Before we do any thing, Tony. We have to help, you. You aren’t well.”

Time passes, Tony was unsure of how long it had been but he woke up lying a bed with a worried Pepper sitting next to him. “Tony,” He looked at her. “S-she told me.” Pepper cleared her throat, trying to hold back tears, “She told me to tell you that she loved us and wanted us, you to live, have a life. She didn’t e=want you to obsess about getting her back, she want you to live.”

No matter the efforts made to hold back the two were both quietly crying together. Pepper sighed, pulling herself together slightly. “I found her, uh, her phone. Look at the last message she sent, to Peter.”

Outgoing: Peter, I’m not sure what’s going on but it seems bad and I hope you’re safe and I really want you to know that I love you, so much Delivered; 23 days ago

“She really loved that kid.”

“Yeah.”

                                           FIVE YEARS LATER

The Starks respected their daughter’s dying wish by living. Life slipped through her fingers and she didn’t want that to happen to her parents. Pepper and Tony settled down, got married (and officially becoming the Starks) They had a kid, even; another daughter, Morgan Stark.

All was well and they were pretty lucky, considering but Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rodgers, and Scott Lang, Ant-Man. Ant-Man and his batshit plan of time travel to get the stones back so they can snap everyone back.

“Tony... We have to take a stand.” Natasha sighed, becoming fed up with the walls Tony was putting up.

“We did stand. And yet, here we are.”

“I know you got a lot on the line. You got a wife, a daughter. But I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did. And now, now we have a chance to bring her back. Bring everyone back. And you're telling me that won't even...” Scott tried,

“That's right, Scott, I won't even. I got a kid and I’d like to respect the wishes of the one I lost by not dwelling.”

Morgan suddenly bursts out of the door and runs to her father, who picked her up immediately, “Mommy told me to come and save you.”

“Good job, I’m saved.”

That night, just as Tony was finishing up the dishes and continuing his dwelling when he found an old photo frame tucked behind some coffee cups on a shelf above the sink. In the frame was a photo of him and Peter with Peter’s Stark Internship certificate. Tucked into the frame was a small, aged photo of Peter and Y/n. Peter was looking sheepish as Y/n was happily pressing a kiss to his reddened cheek.

Tony smiled at the photo, they sure were cute. He realized, quite suddenly what he needed to do and why. He placed the frame with the smaller photo tucked into corner on the windowsill, for a better view and began his work.

He wouldn’t have been bothered if it hadn’t worked but when his computer told him the model rendered successfully he was in shock and he stumbled backwards, falling into a chair. “Shit!”

“Shit?”

“Done with your Juice Pop? Yeah, I think you are.” Tony said taking the popsicle stick from Morgan and wiping her face. “Time to sleep.”

“Wait, tell me a story, about Y/n.”

Tony sighed, thinking of a story to tell, “Well, this one time she convinced me and a bunch of other people to pretend to forget your mommy’s birthday one year all so we could surprise her with a big party. She was so mad, she came into the room ready to yell at all of us for not remembering but she instead got this huge party.”

Morgan giggled, “That’s funny.”

“Yes, very funny, now go to sleep. Love you lots.” Tony said standing up and walking to the door.

“I love you 3,000.” Morgan said.

“Wow, 3,000. That’s crazy. Go to bed or I’ll sell all of your toys.”

“I love you 3,000, too, big sister.”

                                                       -

Time travel, that was their plan. They were going to use Pym particles and travel through time, something Scott tried to explain. The only thing left to do was locate the stone, when they were and where to retrieve them.

Soon everyone found themselves in the past. Tony, Scott, Bruce and Steve in 2012 , New York to retrieve three of the stones, the Mind, Time and Space Stones. Bruce left to fine Dr. Stephen Strange to get the Time Stone. The remaining three moved, setting their plan into motion, Tony hid with a shrunken Scott on his shoulder. Steve was in position, waiting for his cue.

Tony had just finished insulting 2012 Steve’s ass and Scott quickly came to his defense, “I think you look great, Cap. As far as I'm concerned, that's America's ass.” Scott saluted.

The past Avengers were handing over the weapons to a Hydra team disguised at the time as SHIELD. Scott was confused at how the at how the past Avengers could have been tricked by these obviously bad guys.

Just as 2012 Thor covered 2012 Loki’s mouth to shut him up, Tony saw the Tesseract, “All right, you’re up, little buddy. There’s our stone.”

Scott crouched ready to fly, “Alright, flick me.” Tony flicked him, causing Scott to soar across the room where he landed on 2012 Tony.

Everyone was in position, Tony informed Steve the scepter was on the elevator. Steve went on the elevator, tricking the men into believing he was a part of Hydra and taking the case that held the scepter and the Mind Stone. On his way out, Steve was found face to face with his past self, who was under the impression he was Loki trying to steal back the scepter.

As Steve fought his past self, Tony was on the ground floor waiting for the Avengers to make their exit with the Tesseract. Scott soon found himself inside of 2012 Tony’s Arc Reactor second guessing the idea of giving him mild cardiac dysrhythmia.

“Window’s closing. Pull my pin!” Tony exclaimed over the radio, a moment later 2012 Tony collapsed to the ground, dropping the case with the Tesseract in it. Scott jumps on the case pushing it past Loki and to Tony. Tony picked up the case walking towards the stairwell but was stopped short when a very angry Hulk burst through the door and pushed him down, causing the case to fall open and the Tesseract to land at Loki’s feet.

Loki grabbed the cube and disappeared and Thor used Mjolnir as a defibrillator on Tony, letting out a sigh of relief when he didn’t die. Tony sighed, “Oh. we blew it.”

The three men stood outside arguing about what they were going to do next. They continued to argue about how doomed they when Tony interrupted them, “I got.” Before he continued a young girl, no older than ten, ran up to the trio.

“Dad?” She asked looking at Tony with confusion, she looked at Steve, “Uncle Steve? What are you guys doing? And who’s that?” She pointed at a very confused Scott, who looked at her than at Steve and then at Tony.

“The better question is what are you doing out here, little miss?” The girl looked at her feet embarrassed.

“Well, I wanted to help people. Some got stuck trying to run away.” She explained. This was when everyone really noticed her appearance, she had dirt smudged on her face and clothes and she looked a little tired.

She looked at Tony for a moment before hugging him, he was shocked for a moment before he moved his arms around her. He closed his eyes solemnly, this had to work. Steve glanced at Tony with solemn eyes before glancing to the ground and closing his own eyes. Steve’s eyes soon shot open when he suddenly felt something wrap around him, it was Tony’s daughter, she was hugging him. He wrapped his arms around her as well.

“Bye Dad, bye Uncle Steve. Good job at not dying!” She exclaimed as she rushed away. Steve and Tony exchange a look before looking at a wildly confused Scott.

“Who was that?” He asked pointing in the direction the girl ran off.

Tony sighed, “Not important, now we’re going to get the Tesseract and you’re going back to out present, pissant.”

The pair were in 1970 and they were looking for where the Tesseract could be. Steve sighed, “Tony…”

“Don’t. Let’s just get what we need ang get out of here, okay? Now, imagine you're SHIELD, running a quasi-fascistic intelligence organization. Where do you hide it?”

Steve motioned to a building a few feet away, “In plain sight.”

 -

Y/n remembered being with her mother, becoming dust and then blackness. Now she was back, in the tower, or what was the tower. She looked around, sighing. She was about to leave when she saw a small sparkle of yellow. That yellow spark grew and soon formed a circle that lead to a battlefield, she almost didn’t jump through it but when she saw the unmistakable red of her father she jumped into the portal.

She pulled the suit prototype out of her pocket, she placed the piece on her chest and two on her wrists, the suit unraveled and became form fitting in an instant. The suit was gold and had a few red accents, it was similar to her father’s in many ways.

She flew toward the familiar red of her father. She found him next Peter, they just separated from a hug. Y/n flew down and grabbed her dad in a hug, he was taken aback but when he saw her familiar hair, he squeezed her tightly. Soon he pulled away, her pressed a kiss to her forehead, “I missed you, kid. But right now I got to go.”

Tony flew away to aide in fighting Thanos’ army. Y/n turned around and faced Peter, without missing a beat the two rushed together and connected their lips in a searing kiss. They weren’t sure how long it had been but they knew it felt like forever. They pulled apart, breathless and lips puffy. They rested their foreheads together, “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now let’s go help.” Y/n said, capturing Peter’s lips one more before flying away to help where she could.

It was a blur, she wasn’t sure how much time had passed but one minute she was helping a talking racoon take down a couple of Thanos’ soldiers and the next she was kneeled in front of her dying father.

Her vision was blurred as she looked at his face, “Come on, you have to get up. Dad, please. I need you.” Y/n’s body shook with sobs, “Don’t go, please. Please.”

Tony groaned, “Y/n, I need you,” He coughed, “Take care of Morgan. Take care of your sister.” Y/n cried harder as she was pulled away by Steve, who held her as she cried. Pepper kneeled in front of Tony, reassuring him that his girls would be okay.

                                                      -

It turned out Morgan really liked having an older sister and was instantly attached to Y/n at the hip. It was the day of the funeral, Morgan sat on Y/n’s lap on the couch as they watched a hologram of their father, “So I thought I'd probably better record a little greeting... In the case of an untimely death on my part. I mean, not that, death at any time isn't untimely. This time travel thing that we're gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it's– it's got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. That's the thing. Then again, that's the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end.” He gets up and walks towards Y/n and Morgan. “What am I even trippin' for? Everything's gonna work out exactly the way it's supposed to.” He leans down and smiles, looking at Morgan then up at Y/n, “I love you 3,000, both of you.” The hologram ends.

[lihikainanea]

tiger napping at bill's house and she wakes up having started her period and shes so embarrassed and her cramps are terrible because she hasn't taken any pain meds but bill is so calm and understanding and helps clean her up, giving her a hot water bottle and does her tampon for her (bc you have made me obsessed with this idea 🥺)

Oh god this kink it is so strong and I am still SO ASHAMED.

Just a reminder that this is a JUDGMENT FREE ZONE. We are all safe here.

Look man, I don’t know if any of my lady friends out there have ever had the pleasure of starting a birth control pill. Whether it’s a start-from-scratch situation, or a change up situation where you were on one before but now you want to try a new one–but let me tell you, in my experience, it is absolute HELL ON EARTH. Get ready to gain 15lbs. Get ready to gain another 15lbs in just your bra, because your tatas will get huge. Get ready to be an emotional basket case. A total hormonal tornado. A HORMONADO, IF YOU WILL. But the most fun of all, is get ready to start your period literally any time, anywhere, completely unexpected for like, 6 months. Last year I had to switch to a pill with less estrogen and Jesus Christ, it was awful. I was either on my period for like 3 months straight at a time or it would just start RANDOMLY and it was a fucking cascade–and let’s keep in mind, too, that I am routinely on flights that last like, 16 hours. And that I train in martial arts, and our uniforms are white. Spontaneous crimson waves were literally my biggest fucking fear all of last year.

So like, look. Maybe Bill and tiger had a conversation one day–both of them always used condoms with previous partners because maybe tiger never really had a steady partner so condoms were a MUST, and maybe Bill always used them with his partners because he just felt a little better having double protection or maybe his partner insisted on it, who knows. Either way, once they start boinking on the regular, maybe they talk about it. Except they talk about it in true Bill and tiger fashion, which means one day over breakfast tiger just blurts out that she’s going to start taking an anti-baby pill that week so he doesn’t have to keep wrappin’ it before he’s tappin’ it and Bill just like, chokes on his orange juice. And once it’s out of his nostrils, once she’s gone back to reading the comics in the paper, he clears his throat and gently squeezes her feet–which are, of course, in his lap.

“Tiger are you sure?” he asks, “Aren’t they kind of…hard on your body?”

“I want to,” she shrugs, “For a lot of reasons.”

“If I’m the main reason, kid, I’m fine however we decide to…do it,” he stammers. And he’s turning a little pink and it’s adorable, “I don’t mind uh…I don’t mind wearing condoms.”

She smiles softly at him.

“I know,” she says, “And thank you. But it would be nice to also be more…regular. There’s a bunch of reasons, Bill. And I just want to.”

“Okay,” he returns her soft smile, “If you’re sure.”

And like, part of me wants to believe that he accompanies tiger to the doctor because she’s terrified of doctors. And while he obviously doesn’t go into the exam room with her, this mental image of Bill all folded in two in a tiny plastic chair, surrounded by pregnant ladies and posters of uteruses and these physical reconstructions of vaginas and vulvas just gets me cackling. He’s so uncomfortable.

ALRIGHT SO. Here we are. So tiger gets the pill, and she starts the pill. And it is hell on Earth. She’s bloated. Her tatas are sore. Literally nothing fits anymore–including her bras, which Bill needs to bite his fist and leave the room every time she changes and he just sees her swollen breasts spilling over the top of her bra. He wants to nose dive into her chest, but he knows she’s uncomfortable and feeling anything less than sexy.

But more than that her cycle is just…havoc. It is unpredictable. It happens any time, anywhere. He’s had to take her home smack in the middle of a dinner party at a nice restaurant when she’s emerged from the bathroom with a panicked look in her eye. He’s had to take his sweater off and wrap it around her waist, bring her to his car as she just cries because she’s mortified. And Bill feels just a tad responsible and a tad guilty, because he still thinks she’s doing this in large part for him. And he really, really feels for her because not only is her cycle unpredictable, but it’s also just a lot more painful than it usually is–which was already a lot. She’s doubled over in pain on the couch, she has trouble eating, she doesn’t want to move, she always gets a migraine. It’s awful for the poor thing.

And Bill just…god, Good Dude Bill. He makes it impossible to be embarrassed around, even when tiger is so fucking mortified. Because it’s inevitable–sometimes it starts in her sleep, and Bill has to gently shake her awake. And she just cries, because she’s in pain but she’s also just so embarrassed but all Bill tries to do is soothe her, comfort her, coax her into a hot shower while he changes the sheets and gets another hot water bottle ready for her. He’ll cuddle her on the couch when she just can’t move from it, wrapping around her and rubbing her stomach gently. And he really just does his best to try and take care of her–makes her lots of hot tea. Makes sure she eats as much as she feels up to eating. Helps her manage the pain a bit with some meds, and when it gets real bad, he runs the best bubble baths and he’ll just sit there in it with her for hours.

And I mean like, look. I don’t know how it happens. But I want it to happen, and I am now at the point where I’ll just FIGHT ANYONE WHO DARES JUDGE ME ABOUT IT. 

But maybe her body is kind of stabilizing a bit after a few months, so they think they’re in the clear. But she’s been complaining of a nagging backache for most of the day, a bit of a headache, and she seems rather oblivious that those are some signs she’s about to get her period and Bill is just looking at her with a quirked brow wondering how the hell someone could be so oblivious about their own body. In any case, he’s a little more aware than she is–but he knows better than to say anything.

But sure enough that night as they’re sleeping, he’s curled around her. And I kind of low key love this idea of a little alarm bell that goes off in his brain sometimes that he needs to check on Little Human. So he wakes up, and sure enough–he feels it. That wetness, all over the front of his boxers. He sighs, raises up a little to check on her–but she’s knocked out cold still, which is probably a good sign. It means she’s not in pain. 

He eases away from her slowly, goes to get a washcloth from the bathroom and some of her supplies. And when he crawls back to bed, he eases her onto her back and starts to pull her panties off. She stirs a little.

“It’s okay,” he whispers to her, and she settles a bit. He pulls her panties slowly down her legs and off, reaching to move her thighs a little further apart. She stirs again, shifts a little and grumbles. He presses a light kiss on her lips.

“What’re you doing?” she mumbles, and it’s sleepy and she’s not even half awake.

“Cleaning you up,” he says, “Stay still.”

And like, here’s the thing. Tiger is still in that floaty state, right? And god I hope none of you have ever had this happen to you, but ever fall asleep first at a slumber party, and then everyone pulls pranks on you? Because I have. I deadass fell asleep once and woke up in the MIDDLE of my friends writing on my face with a Sharpie, and I asked them what they were doing. And they told me they were writing on my face. And I was in that in-between stage, so I legit just said “awesome have fun” and went back to sleep.

Tiger’s halfway between sleep and rational consciousness, and she’s asking questions but not really registering the answers or at the very least, not getting panicked about them. Which is good.

“Why?” she asks, but she doesn’t move and her eyes are still closed. Bill hesitates, runs his hands softly over her stomach and she purrs a little.

“You got your period, kid,” he decides on honesty. And her brows furrow a little at that, and she makes as if she’s going to sit up.

“Oh,” she says, “Oh god.”

And she’s starting to wake up fully, but if he can just keep her relaxed enough, it’ll all be fine. He pushes down on her stomach a little harder, kisses her softly again.

“Relax, tiger. I’ve got you,” he says, “Go back to sleep.”

And he waits until she settles again, before grabbing the warm washcloth and cleaning her up. When he’s done he tosses it into the laundry bin before he grabs the tampon–which he unwrapped in the bathroom, so it wouldn’t make any noise because Bill’s a smart dude–and he puts a soothing hand on her stomach, scratching lightly as he just gently put it in for her. He tosses the rest into the trash, pulling the blankets back up and curling around her. And tiger is registering what’s happening, but she’s so goddamn tired and she’s just so comfy and feeling so fucking safe and well taken care of with him that she just lets it happen. Because it’s the middle of the fucking night, but he’s got those big warm hands running all over her and he’s cooing softly at her and just telling her that he’ll take care of her and she thinks that yes, yes that sounds perfect.

And you know what? You’d be a goddamn fool if you don’t think for a second that Bill is also humming with those good caretaker vibes, helping her, giving her what she needs, taking care of her. He tucks her into his chest and he’s feeling mighty good about himself, too.

But like, look, the next day? When tiger realizes exactly what happened? Oh god. She’s mortified. And Bill knows, because she tries to avoid him from the minute she wakes up.  She’s skittish, nervous, she leaves the room as soon as he comes in and it doesn’t take long for him to corner her and get all up in her space.

“Tiger,” he says as he bends to catch her gaze. She closes her eyes immediately. “Out with it.”

“Out with what?”

“You know what,” he accuses.

“Bill, who does that?” she snaps and her cheeks are turning bright red, “God it’s just so…so….so weird and gross.”

“Me, I do that,” he tells her as he tilts her chin up, “And it’s not weird or gross, so shut up.”

“Bill, you literally put a–”

“I know what I did,” he interrupts, “And it wasn’t the first time I’ve done it. It won’t be the last, either. I told you kid, one of my ex’s was really into that sort of thing.”

Tiger finally meets his gaze as her features contort into a look of disgust, her lip curled. Bill rolls his eyes.

“Tiger, look. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” he says earnestly, but Bill knows. He knows she’s embarrassed, but he also knows that she didn’t stop him last night.

“But if it didn’t…” he continues, and he bends to take her face in his hands as his eyes sweep over her, “If it didn’t, then that’s also not something you should be embarrassed about, either.”

Tiger is turning progressively more purple. And she reaches up and fiddles awkwardly with the neckline of his shirt.

“It’s weird,” she mutters. And she sounds an awful lot like she’s trying to convince herself. Bill waits, lets the silence hang until she meets his eyes–which are nothing but kind, honest, not an ounce of judgment anywhere.

“Did you like it?” he smiles warmly at her. She huffs, tries to take a step back but he still has her face in his hands. He kisses her softly, reassuringly, but he doesn’t let her get away.

“Did you?” he asks again.

“Bill,” she whines, but he looks at her expectantly, “I didn’t….I didn’t hate it. Alright? I didn’t hate it.”

He still has the same lopsided, soft grin on his face.

“I….like it when you take care of me,” she admits. She’s rewarded with another soft kiss.

“And I like taking care of you,” he says. He wraps his arms around her, squeezing her tight to his chest. She sighs.

“Want lunch?” she asks, both because she’s desperate to diffuse an awkward situation and desperate to change the subject.

“Sure,” he chuckles, and he breaks away from her. 

“Then get out of my kitchen, it’ll be ready in a few minutes,” she says. He winks as he turns to walk away but before leaving completely, he turns back to her.

“Oh, and tiger?” he says, and she meets his gaze, “When it comes to you? Nothing is ever off the table. I don’t care how weird you think it is–I’m down. Remember that, kid.”

[weeb-check]

Kakashi/Reader- The one

"Tadaima," Kakashi's voice echoed in the hallway of (y/n)'s house. 

He had expected an "Okairi" resonate from your apartment but instead was met with emptiness. 

Kakashi trotted down the hallway, noticing a faint layer of dust cover the walls, the floors were carpeted with a layer of dust, even the bed was made and looked like it hadn't been slept on for days. He then proceeded to check the drawers, no groceries, not even any faint signs of cooking. 

He broke into a sweat, his heart thumping violently in his chest. He started panicking, fear taking over him instantly as he thrashed about the house, calling (y/n)'s name loudly but in vain. 

No one called out to him. He felt his heart drop in his chest. It wasn't possible. Where had (y/n) gone? Even if you had decided to leave him, after all, you should be in your apartment. Or did you fall in love with someone else so fast in these 6 months that you decided to live with him?

No, no, no.......Kakashi started hyperventilating.  (y/n) was his rock, the only thing that gave him the strength to get up in the morning and live through the day. He practically breathed just to see you smile, went on missions to save money so that he could provide you with a good future. You were his life, you were the one who gave meaning to his existence, he was incomplete without you. You filled up the deep void in his heart and being with you always made Kakashi think that everything was okay, that he too could feel happiness again. That he still had a chance at life. 

He did not deserve you though. Underneath his cocky, teasing expression always lied the insecurity that he wasn't good enough for you. That you would someday or the other realise that there we so many better people than him out there who could at least stay at home and provide you with some comfort during your distressed times, not somebody who was always away on a mission. 

But still, his chest hurt, his heart ached, everything throbbed. He wanted someone better for you, but it was still so very hard for him to let go. He remembers the day when he had told you about Obito and Rin, fearing that finally that would knock some sense into you and you would leave him for good. Instead, you had held him in your arms, kissing that very scar on his eye and that very arm that had pierced through Rin's chest. 

You had first caressed your eye injury, saying "You got this scar trying to protect the ones you love, your comrade, Obito." you said, soothing over that angry red blemish. 

"And this one," she had held his hands between her own, squeezing them with all her love. 

"You have saved countless lives with it, don't forget it. And even during that time with Rin, it was for the good of the village Kakashi. You are a shinobi who thought of his village even in the most crucial times, don't let that get you down. Don't forget that I would still love you, no matter what you did or what you will do, scars and all." 

"Why? Why someone like me?" he had retorted back. 

"Because you are you. Beneath all of your insecurities and mistakes, you are Hatake Kakashi, not the copy ninja, not Kakashi of the Sharingan, not the cold-blooded Kakashi, but the Hatake Kakashi who loves reading the smut book written by your sensei's sensei, the Hatake Kakashi who can make the best sushi ever, the Hatake Kakashi who does not ignore anyone no matter how much he shows that he tries too, the Hatake Kakashi who puts his village over everyone, is one of the, no, the best shinobi that I know, the Hatake Kakashi who is not as cold-blooded as he shows himself to be, but in fact, is a softie at heart. Hatake Kakashi who is also a human and is allowed to make mistakes. I love that Hatake Kakashi."

"But I am always on a mission, what if once there is a time when you need me but I can't be there for you. I hardly am home. You need, no you deserve someone who at least stays with you for the better part of the year." Kakashi had reflected, his eyes cast downwards.

That is when you had held his chin up to force him to look into your eyes and said-

"Hatake Kakashi, you don't even know how happy you make me. The times when you're with me is enough. I would not trade you for anyone even if you were home for only a single day in a whole year because," you had paused, kissing his temple so tenderly that Kakashi had nearly melted on the spot. 

"No one in their lifetime can make me feel so fortunate, so peaceful, so whole that you make me feel in a single moment that I spend with you."

And Kakashi couldn't hold back the tears any more. At last, after such a long time, Hatake Kakashi had finally broken down and had released all that pent up tears, that disappointment, that broken heart and you had been right there to pick all those pieces up and put them back together. 

He had made love to you the first time that night. 

That happening has been etched in his mind, detail by detail.  He had not wasted any time to devour your lips with his, his tongue already entering inside your mouth exploring it while his hands had wrapped up your knees around his waist. Barely giving you time to respond, he had begun caressing down your jaw, moving over to your collarbone where he had kissed those 3 freckles splattered across. You had desperately removed his vest, your touches over his bare skin had felt like fireworks had erupted all over and he wanted to drown in that feeling forever,  he wanted to drown himself in your love. 

When he had finally entered you, in that exact moment, he had felt impeccable, consummated. As if there were no more holes, no more cracks left. The height of ecstasy that he had felt that day had been indescribable.

That night he had finally realised that you were the one for him. 

And after 1 year since that night, he still had self-doubts that you would leave him anytime. He mostly was on missions, and the times when you were together, he always made sure to utilise it to the fullest. He wasn't very good with words, often failed to express how much he had missed you in the time when he was gone, but he knew that you understood him and that was more than okay for him. 

But for this mission had extended for a very long time. For about 6 months, he had to infiltrate the village hidden in the stone and learn about their military strength, the bond between leaf village and stone village wasn't looking very good and war could erupt any moment. It was a duty that Tsunade had personally give him and he couldn't say no to it. 

He knew he had been gone too long. Anything could have conspired in those 6 months. People could fall out of love, and be with someone else. He would not blame you if you broke up with him, only blame himself. He knew he was lacking, that his heart still had too many breaks, that he still suffered from nightmares which disturbed your sleep often, that he wasn't that romantic. It was no wonder that you had stuck with him even after a whole year. 

Suddenly Kakashi remembered something. His house. It was possible that you could be at his house. It was as if through the darkness a ray light had broken through. Immediately disregarding all his tiredness he dashed towards his house, as fast as his legs would take him. 

He opened the door with such force that he marvelled at the fact how the hinges hadn't broken off at the back of his mind. The smell of roasted beef wafted through his nose as a smile etched upon his face, a deep sighing leaving his lips. It was as if a heavyweight had suddenly been lifted off his chest and he was free. He removed his jounin vest and walked about his house towards the dining room. 

A candle was lit on the table along with a covered plate of food and a note. 

Hey Hatake, 

So, if you are reading this right now, it means you have returned from the mission. You must be tired, so I have prepared one of your favourite dishes for you to eat. Just warm it up and have your fill. And if I haven't replied with "Okairi" to your "Tadaima" means that I must have fallen asleep. Sorry for not waiting, your bed is just too comfy and smells too much like someone I love from all my heart. Just eat fast, wash up and then come and wrap yourself around me. And if you aren't reading this that means this would be my breakfast tomorrow. Yummy!!! God, I am so dumb, writing about if you aren't reading this or not. But still, I want to feel you again Kashi. Please come back to me. 

With all the love I could give you, 

(y/n). 

Kakashi felt two wet drops fall on the paper as he furiously rubbed his eyes and smiled himself silly. What had he done to receive someone like you in life, he had always wondered. It was as if you had descended from very heaven as an angel sent to look after him. 

He quickly heated the roast and ate until he couldn't eat any more. Then we quietly went to the bathroom to freshen up and then finally stepped into his bedroom to find you snoring softly, your hands wrapped around a pillow. Kakashi's pride soared when he saw you wearing his shirt and someone beneath his stoach clenched and became hard when he saw that you were wearing nothing but his shirt and underwear. 

How on earth could he have doubted an angel like you? 

He quickly made himself comfortable under the covers and wrapped his arm around you, while the other started drawing lazy circles in your back, feather-soft touches that made goosebumps rise across your skin. 

You stirred in your sleep, your arm wounding itself around Kakashi and whispered his name in your sleep. 

"I hope I wake up tomorrow and not find the bed empty again, Kashi," you mumbled. 

Ahhh, just hearing your voice again made all his weariness go away. The deep,  rich timbre of your voice never failed to make his hair stand. He grinned to himself tucking away a piece of stray hair behind your ear and kissed the nape of you neck softy, burying himself in your shoulder and at last he felt as if he was finally home. 

"You won't, I promise," he replied even though he knew that you might have not heard it. 

"I love you Kakashi," you stated as a sigh escaped your mouth and you again fell into a deep sleep. 

It was moments like this which Kakashi truly held dear to his heart. 

"I love you too, will always," he said.

He truly did not deserve you, he thought for the tenth time that day. But you were still here with him and he wouldn't have it any other way. And with that thought, Kakashi ultimately fell into a deep slumber.

"Its good to be home again."

[idiot-extraordinaire]

Date Night, Interrupted

Summary: Brittany and Santana just want a quiet date night at home. Their evenings has other plans.

Part of the Pancakes and Mr Snuggles 'verse.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26035702 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13677597/1/Date-Night-Interrupted

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There are certain things that are just facts of life.

Fact. The earth revolves around the sun.

Fact. A euler brick is a cuboid.

Fact. Friday night is date night.

Both kids are asleep by 8:30 pm. The TV is playing as two glasses of wine sit on the coffee table as “The Proposal” plays on their TV. Brittany’s head rests on Santana’s lap as Sandra Bullock huffs and gets down on one knee in the middle of the street to propose to Ryan Reynolds. Santana rubs circles in Brittany’s back and the blonde hums contentedly.

The blonde pushes her herself up, lifting her head off of Santana’s lap. Santana’s wearing her glasses and Brittany thinks she looks that special combination of super adorable and sexy as hell.

“What?” Santana asks, noticing a glint in her wife’s eye.

“Do you wanna make out?”

She asks it as casually as one would ask someone if they wanted pizza for dinner.

Santana chuckles. “Totally.”

Santana removes her glasses and places them on the coffee table to avoid them getting crushed and pulls Brittany down for a kiss. Brittany’s far too eager to return it and her hands move down south to cop a feel of Santana’s ass through her shorts as the brunette grasps the back of Brittany’s neck to deepen the kiss.

Sometimes it feels like they’re still a couple of horny teenagers.

They’re like that for a while. They remain on the couch, trading kisses as hands and lips roam slowly, like they have all the time in the world.

A phone rings.

Santana whines against the crook of Brittany’s neck in annoyance.

“Is that yours or mine?”

Brittany cranes her neck over to look at the coffee table.

“Mine,” she reaches for the device to see who is interrupting her sweet sweet lady kisses. “It’s Quinn.”

“Call her back, tomorrow.”

Brittany hits the decline button, tosses her phone back on to the table. It made a sound that she’d be more concerned with if she didn’t have more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.

Speaking of which, Santana’s lips are currently pressed against her neck. Brittany’s fingers graze against her bare hipbone, causing Santana to gasp when she hears another ring.

The pair look over and it’s Santana’s phone this time. Brittany leans over again and retrieves the phone.

“It’s Quinn, again.”

Santana huffs in frustration.

“You should pick it up. It might be urgent if she called us both.”

Santana takes the phone from Brittany and accepts the call, as Brittany starts manoeuvring off her wife and back onto the couch.

“What do you want, Fabray?”

“Good evening to you too, Santana,” she hears Quinn greet on the other line.

“Why are you bothering me and Britts on date night?” she cuts straight to the point.

“Look, sorry if I’m interrupting your sexual escapades-’

“You are.”

“But I’ve turned the house upside down trying to find Lucas’ dinosaur. He can’t sleep without it.”

“And?”

“I can’t find it anywhere, but I think he brought it to your place when the kids had their playdate today. Can you check if he left it there? It’s a little red t-rex.”

Santana sighed and relented. She empathized with Quinn and she did love Lucas. She also knew Mike was out of town on business till tomorrow, so the little boy probably really did need his dinosaur.

“I’ll check. If it’s here, one of us will come by and drop it off.”

“Thanks, S. Call me if you find it.”

Santana ended the call and looked back up at Brittany.

“How is it that we’ve been out of high school forever and Quinn is still cock-blocking me?”

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The kids had been playing in Sophia’s room earlier in the day, so Santana tip-toes in, making sure not to wake her daughter and trying not to stub her toe on anything.

The star-shaped night light gave her enough vision to look for the lost dinosaur. Most of the toys were in a little toy chest next to the six and a half foot tall, Mr Snuggles. Santana didn’t have to rummage far to find the little red dinosaur, mixed in amongst the other playthings.

Lucas must have left it there during their playdate this afternoon.

Having finished her mission, Santana proceeded to head back out, before noticing Snoopy on the floor next to the bed. She picked up the lost white dog and carefully tucked it in next to Sophia, who was hugging her unicorn, her dolphin also within arms reach.

“Sleep tight, baby girl,” she whispered, placing a light kiss on the little girl’s head.

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Santana texted Quinn a quick update, advising her friend that she’d found the lost dinosaur and Brittany was headed over to drop it off now.

“Tell her this totally makes us even for the lost binky incident,” Santana said.

Brittany chuckled as she patted down her pockets to make sure she had the car keys, when Santana tossed her a sweatshirt.

“It’s chilly outside.”

Brittany unwrapped the balled up item of clothing to find it was Santana’s NYU sweatshirt. Really, it was only fair at this point, given that Santana had stolen her MIT sweatshirt back when they were on tour with Mercedes and basically claimed it as hers ever since.

“I won’t be long.”

Santana gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll be waiting.”

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Santana takes the time Brittany’s gone to wash up the glasses and tidy the living room. There’s not much, so she finds herself back in front of the TV when she hears footsteps.

“Mama.”

She finds her son, rubbing his eyes, having wandered out into the living room in his PJs.

“Ollie, baby, it’s past your bedtime,” she approaches him and crouches down to meet him at eye-level. “Are you ok?”

“I woke up,” he says. “Can’t go back to sleep.”

“Aww, sweetheart,” she stands up and gestures back to the hallway. “Come on, I’ll tuck you back in.”

The two of them return to his bedroom, the moon-shaped night light still on over the side of his bed. Santana lifts the covers and helps him get back into bed, where he hugs the little yellow duck he’s had since he was a baby. It takes her a moment, she can barely believe he’s six years old already.

“Comfy?” she asks, as she finishes tucking him in, fluffing the pillow and placing a kiss on his forehead.

He nods. “Mama?”

“Yes, Ollie?”

“Can you read me a story?”

“Sure,” she smiles. “Which one do you want?”

He thinks for a moment. “Cat in the Hat.”

Santana moves over to his bookshelf. It doesn’t take her long to find the book in question, sitting amongst his little collection of Dr Seuss books. They’re his favorite, he likes the rhyming.  She then makes herself comfortable on the bed, with only the nightlight and the light coming in from the hallway to let her see. Ollie rolls onto his side, so he can face his mother while she reads to him.

Santana turns the first page.

“The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house all that cold, cold wet day. I sat there with Sally. We sat there, we two. And I said, ‘how I wish we had something to do!’”

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Quinn and Mike only lived a fifteen minute drive away, so Brittany managed to get there with no problems (ok she may have grazed the neighbour’s mailbox, but that was nothing).

She rang the doorbell to be greeted by a slightly frazzled looking Quinn.

“Looking for someone?” she asked, holding up the dinosaur.

“Oh thank God, I could kiss you,” Quinn said, letting out a huge sigh of relief, taking the toy from her.

“No thanks, Santana’s waiting for me to get home.”

Quinn rolled her eyes. “Well, thanks anyway. He couldn’t sleep without it.”

Brittany looks down, to find a small boy with dark hair and hazel-green eyes materialize next to Quinn.

"Hey, buddy," she grins at him.

“Look who Aunt Brittany found,” Quinn turns to him, holding out the little red dinosaur.

“Rexy!” he grins and hugs the dinosaur tight. He then turns to the woman standing outside the doorway, still clutching his dinosaur, tightly. “Thank you, Aunt Britt.”

Brittany can’t help smile - even if it did interrupt her date night - and affectionately ruffles his hair. “You’re welcome, Lucas. Make sure you don’t forget Rexy next time, okay? Mr Snuggles might decide he wants to adopt him.”

Lucas giggles a little and nods. “Promise.”

“Alright, sweetie, we need to get you back in bed,” Quinn turns to her son. “Say good night, I’ll be in to tuck you in in a minute.”

“Good night, Aunt Britt.”

“Good night, Lucas,” she says, before he wanders off to bed.

“Thanks for bringing it back,” Quinn says standing back up. “ He cried earlier when we couldn’t find Rexy. I think he’s really been missing Mike the last few days.”

“I guess he’s not the only one,” she remarked at her friend’s tone.  

Quinn sighed. “Yeah, you could say so.”

“He’ll be home tomorrow, Q. Besides, we try to alternate so the next trip is going to be me.”

“Does that mean I should expect frantic calls from Santana to interrupt my evenings, then?”

Brittany chuckles. “Don’t be surprised.  Anyway, she told me to tell you that this officially makes us even for the lost binky incident.”

“Fine, we’ll call it even,” Quinn rolls her eyes, with a laugh. “I’d ask if you wanted to come sit for a while, but I know who’s waiting for you at home.”

“Good call,” Brittany winks, heading back to her car.

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When Brittany got home, she expected to find Santana waiting for her in bed or perhaps in the living room with another glass of wine.

Instead, she finds both rooms empty, but is guided when she sees the door to Ollie’s room is ajar and peaks in to have a look.

Santana’s sleeping in Ollie’s bed. She’s still in a semi-seated position, with her back against the headboard, still wearing her glasses, Cat in the Hat half open on her lap, but her eyes are closed. One of her arms is wrapped around Ollie, who is fast asleep, clutching his ducky.  

The sight of it makes Brittany’s heart melt. It reminds her of the times she’d come home and find Santana asleep with a baby resting on her chest when their kids were infants.

She tiptoes into the room and gently wakes Santana with a kiss on the cheek and a gentle shake.

“Santana, babe,” she whispers.

“Hmmm?” Santana stirs, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and taking in her surroundings and her wife. “You’re back.”

“I am.”

“I must’ve dozed off reading to him.”

“You’re adorable.”

“Adorable wasn’t really what I was going for on date night.”

Brittany wiggles her eyebrows. “Well, you wanna continue what you were going for? Night’s still young.”

Santana grins as she carefully gets out of bed, making sure Ollie doesn’t wake up and placing the book on top of his shelf. She then takes Brittany’s hand as they make their way to their own bedroom.

“Definitely.”

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Santana’s running her hand under Brittany’s shirt, her fingers grazing past her ribcage, as Brittany leaves kisses on the underside of Santana’s jawline.

“Mmmm, baby,” Brittany lets out a hushed moan, when they both hear a crashing sound from outside and both look up in alarm.

When they hear an echoey meow, Santana is significantly less alarmed and more annoyed, when Brittany sits up and the brunette is forced to move off her wife so that she can get out of bed to investigate.

Santana flops back onto the bed, clearly displeased and stares at the ceiling.

“I hate that cat.”

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Brittany examines her surroundings and enters the kitchen to find a certain fat cat’s large behind poking out from the kitchen trash can and helps lift him out.

“There’s no tuna in there Tubbs, you should be careful,” she tells the cat, examining him to make sure he’s not been hurt. “You can’t just go sticking your nose into everything. It's dangerous. Besides, it’s date night. Your moms need their lady kisses.”

Tubbs, unharmed, pays little attention to this and waddles off, swishing his tail, while Brittany puts the few pieces of trash that came out during Tubbs’ exploration back in the bin. As she washes her hands in the kitchen sink, she hears a voice sniff.

“Mommy?”

Brittany looks down and finds her three year old daughter, clutching her unicorn and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Soph, what’s wrong, sweetie?” Brittany asks, quickly scooping up the little girl into her arms.

“I had a bad dream,” she whispers into her mom’s ear, not letting go of the unicorn as she wraps her arms around her mother’s neck.

“Oh, sweetie,” Brittany pulls her closer and rubs her back. “It’s ok.”

“Can I sleep with you?”

“Of course, baby girl,” she says, wiping a few tears tracks on her daughter’s face, with her thumb.

Brittany gives Sophia a cup of water to drink before they go to bed. The little girl giggles a little because it’s from her favorite cup, the one with a unicorn holding a soccer ball.

“Someone had a bad dream,” Brittany informs Santana, Sophia still in her arms as they enter through the doorway to the master bedroom.

“Oh no,” Santana pulls back to covers.  “Come ‘ere, Princess,” she reaches out her arms as Brittany puts their daughter down on their bed and Sophia scrambles up into the bed to give her mama a hug.

“Do you remember what it was about?” Santana asks, as Brittany climbs back onto her side of the bed.

“No,” Sophia shakes her head and sniffs. “But it was scary.”

“It’s ok, baby girl. You’re safe here,” Brittany kisses Sophia’s cheek, as Santana pulls up the covers so that she’s nestled between her moms.

“All good?”

Sophia nods.

“Try to get some sleep," Santana rubs her back. " Mommy and I are right here.”

They both watch over Sophia as the little girl closes her eyes and seems to have little trouble falling back asleep.

Santana and Brittany share small smiles, though both knowing that date night is definitely over.

“Mike and Quinn are totally babysitting next Friday,” Brittany whispers.

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[captainillogical]

Devil’s Ballroom Ch.5

A year after the events from the earth’s final attack, Little Homeworld is finally complete, and there’s a new jazz bar where gems and humans mingle and drink. - As you’re typing back a reply, someone pulls the stool out next to you and takes a seat. You see a sliver of pink out of the corner of your eye as you try not to actually Look. Oh god. It’s her. God can’t help us now.

Spinel/Reader

collab with my lovely wife @firstofficertightpants

    Within minutes, the two of you arrive at your house. It’s along a narrow street with a couple of other residences, in a pretty well-lit area. You walk up to the door, grabbing the keys out of your bag while you almost trip on the literal only step in front of the entrance. Smooth. You drunkenly fumble your keys attempting to unlock it. Spinel is next to you idly looking around, mildly interested in her surroundings. Once you unlock the door, both of you step in, and you close it behind you. 

“Home sweet home,” You say to her while toeing off your flats, and setting your bag down on the entrance table. “Make yourself comfy. And please take off your shoes.” 

“Nice place.” She says as she’s currently eyeing your photos with your dad on the entry wall. You watch her bend down to untie her shoes and you almost want to help her, because she’s clearly struggling. Inebriation and basic motor function don’t go hand in hand.

“Thanks. It’s not much but with dad here, it’s home.” You reply with. You point at one of the more embarrassing photos, the one from the fair when you were young and crying, ice cream on the ground, and your dad laughing his ass off. “This is my dad. As you can see, he’s a huge dillhole.” You say while smiling, despite yourself. She looks at it more carefully once her shoes are off, getting a little closer to it and squinting.

“You look a lot younger.” She says, finally.

“Humans grow, remember? This was over 10 years ago, anyway. I was still a kid.”

“Did your dad grow too?” She wonders out loud.

“He’s an adult, so he stays the same, but aged some. He’s got a huge beard now. And since I’m an adult now too, I shouldn’t really be growing anymore.” She honestly just kind of gives you a look like that’s fuckin weird, but whatever. “Give me just a second, I’ll be right back.” You say to her, and leave her by the entry staring at your family photos as you make your way to the kitchen and grab two glasses out of the cupboard, filling them with water. You also grab a bottle of aspirin, and head back over to Spinel. You hold out a glass and the pills for her to take, and she does. "They’re just basic painkillers, you’ll thank me for it later. Don’t wanna be hungover in the morning and all.” You take yours, and down them with almost all of the water. She eyes hers, shrugs, and does the same.

“Wanna sit on the couch for a little while and watch tv? I kind of want to wait a little bit before sleeping, if I go to bed this drunk, I’ll wake up nauseous.” You say to her while grabbing the glass from her hand, and put them back into the kitchen.

“Sure, it’ll give me some time to sober up as well.” She follows you to the living room you share with your dad, and sits next to you, one leg tucked under the other. She puts her arm over the back of the couch, between you two. She sighs and her face relaxes, and sinks a bit into the couch.

“Comfy?” “Very. This is comfier than the bed Lapis gave me. I don’t need to sleep really, but I kind of like the break it gives my mind.” She says, and you chuckle. “Some human things aren’t so bad, yeah?” You grab the remote, and turn on the tv to the science station. Fuck yeah, ‘How It’s Made’ is on. Nothing else that’s on matters anymore. 

“I mean I kind of have to adjust to human things while living on earth. Don’t want to be a complete outsider, I guess,” She smiles, looking over to you. “I like ice cream, and booze, and finding new weird human music. You guys are good for that.”

“You don’t sound like you’ve tried enough human things, and you’ve been here how long?” You say, already thinking of a few things you’d like Spinel to experience. The show a murmur in the background while you two chat, narrator describing the process of putting peanut butter into jars. You’ve seen this episode countless times by now, but you still catch yourself watching it every couple of seconds.

“Actually living here? Give or take.. 4 months. I was going back and forth between the diamonds, before I figured out that living with them wasn’t the best for me.” She’s watching the show, vaguely following along. She moves her arms to take the ponytail out of her hair, and lets it fall all along her shoulders and the back of the couch, running her fingers through it to smooth it out. You can’t really help but stare, because she looks different with her hair down, like way more casual, and soft, and for a very brief moment you can imagine what a domestic life would look like with her. You shake your head to clear your rampant thoughts. 

“4 months, and just that? I’d figure you’d have a few more things under your belt by now.” You say to her, watching her put both her arms over the sofa back, completely relaxed. She’s staring directly at the screen now, almost pointedly.

“I don’t.. really know how to exist normally, yet.” Her tone is a little quieter. You’re still staring.

“What does that mean?” You ask, slightly concerned. 

“Remember earlier I told you someone important abandoned me?” You nod. “Her name was Pink Diamond. I don’t know if you know, but gems are created for a purpose, and they know exactly what they’ll be once they come into consciousness. I existed to be her companion, and best friend. Things were wonderful for a while.. but. I guess she grew out of me, because the next thing I knew was that she said she’d be back, and then I basically stood in total isolation on a floating garden, waiting for her to come back, like she said. For six thousand years.” What the fuck, you think to yourself.

“You talked to no one?” You ask.

“Nope.” 

“You didn’t leave? You.. waited?” You ask, not caring that you’re not even pretending to watch the show. “Did she ever come back? What happened?”

“She never came back. She doesn’t exactly exist anymore.” Her tone of voice hasn’t really changed, but you can kind of tell she’s masking a lot of emotions.

“Disappeared? But.. how did you know? Did someone come and find you?” You feel like you’re prying, but she hasn’t given you any indication that she doesn’t want to talk about this. 

“About a year ago, I saw a broadcast of Steven.” The gears in your sloshed brain slowly start to turn. “Peace and Prosperity, and that also, Pink Diamond I had been waiting for? Steven’s her son, and she basically gave up her form so he could be born. So.. she’s gone, now.” She lets out a long breath, and pauses for a moment. “I’ve never felt worse in my life than in that moment. And, well, you know the rest since it was your planet that I almost destroyed.” She chuckles, albeit slightly off. 

Oh.

    Oh, it all makes sense now. You know the rest. It’s only been a year!? And she went right back to the diamonds.. no wonder she came to earth instead after a little while.. Oh.. and her only friends are a few other gems, who went through different problems than her, so she hasn’t had anyone to relate to, or really share her grief, anger, or feelings of worthlessness you know she’s going through.. and she’s been on this planet for what maybe feels like a minute compared to how long she was isolated. Like, at least you still had your father with you when your mother left, and you gained really good friends. You’re completely lost in your thoughts about how horrible what she went through was, that you don’t realize that she’s watching you now, with an unreadable expression.

“Are.. you okay?” She asks you. You look up.

“What a fucking massive bitch.” You say to her. She stares, sits up and turns to you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the light mood. I-" 

"No. Don’t apologize. I’m just mad that she had the gall to be your so-called best friend, and pull a total shit move like that. You didn’t deserve any of that. You deserve so much better.” You say. “Both her and my mom can burn in hell.” You’re fuming a bit at this point.

    She looks vulnerable and you want to hug her. Fuck it, your drunk brain foregoes any rational thought and you surge forward, wrap your arms around her middle, and hug her. She makes a startled noise and freezes. “And I know that you’ve probably struggled with abandonment, and worthlessness, and she never had any right to make you feel that way.” You feel her arms relax and wrap around your torso. The feeling of her gem pressing against your chest. It’s hard, of course, and not at all cold like you had thought. It’s quiet for a moment, and you hope you hadn’t upset her in any way. You’re starting to fret to yourself, before she speaks up.

“Does this make us friends now?” She asks. You laugh loudly, and snort a little, much to your horror. You can feel her body shake, and for a moment you think she’s crying, but you can also hear her laughing a little.

“We were basically friends after 10 minutes of knowing each other, why are you even asking.” You reply. You can feel her smile against your bare shoulder, and you feel your heart jump. She’s so close, and warm, and you like the way it feels to hug her. Your heart feels like it’s beating itself out of your chest, and you’re worried she can feel it. Before you can even think about pulling away, something jumps up on the couch suddenly and startles the two of you apart, both of you screaming. It’s Jellybean. 

“Fucking cat,” You say, hand over your heart, breathing heavily. “You little asshole, you’re going to send me to an early grave". Jellybean chirps and headbutts your hand, smearing half her face on you in loving affection. 

“Oh, she looks so soft, I love her already.” Spinel says, and tentatively reaches out to let the cat sniff her hand. You watch Jellybean sniff a little, and then headbutt her hand as well. Spinel melts immediately as your cat crawls onto her lap, purring. 

“What a little attention whore.” You say, chastising your cat. She ignores you for pets. You look to the tv and see the episode wrapping up, and yawn. You guys should probably sleep. “Listen. I’m exhausted. My whole ass body hurts from work today. I’m gonna go sleep. Would you like to borrow some spare sleepwear?” You ask her, looking at her pants like they don’t seem that comfortable to sleep in. She shrugs.

“Yeah, it’d probably be a lot more comfortable if I did.” She replies while petting your cat. You stand up, a bit reluctantly. 

“Gimme a sec, I’ll be right back.” You say, and head upstairs to your bedroom. You go over to your dresser and grab a spare clean oversized shirt, and some shorts that you hope will fit her. You also grab a spare set of blankets, and a pillow. You head back downstairs with the items in your hands, trying not to trip back down the stairs. “Hope these are okay.” You say as you hand the clothes over to her.

“They should be fine.” She says, still petting Jellybean. You suspect your cat loves Spinel more than you now. “And hey,” She looks at you. “Thanks. For everything.” She’s smiling softly and sleepily, and you fight down a blush. She’s really pretty, and you’re trying really hard to not think about it.

“Don’t mention it.” You say, and turn around to go to bed before you do anything weird. Or stupid.

     Before you know it, you’ve stripped down to your pajamas, you’ve taken your makeup off, and you’re flopping into bed. You fall asleep pretty quickly, and for once, and no dreams.

    By the time you’re awake, it’s near noon, and Spinel has already gone. She left the clothes she borrowed on the couch folded in a neat pile, and looks like she accidentally left her hair tie on the couch. You check your phone. Spinel left a text.

Spinel: Thanks again for letting me crash for the night. You’re a doll.

You smile and go on about your day as usual running errands, with thoughts of Spinel occasionally on your mind. You decide to send her a text in the evening. 

Y/N: Hey, do you wanna hang out in a few days? You can pick what we do since I’ve done basically everything around here.

She replies back within seconds of you sending the message.

Spinel: Yesssssssss.

It’s definitely just hanging out, and not a date, you attempt to convince yourself. You wonder what she’ll pick.

[svts-junhui]

Jinyoung x Reader | I’m Here For You

A/N: Requested; fiction [y/n’s husband was deceased a year prior and was best friends with Jinyoung] where Jinyoung promises to y/n’s daughter that he would take them under his wing and take care of the family for the remainder of his days

Count: ~2000

Warnings: Mainly fluff, but there is a bit of smut at the end

It’s been a year since your husband passed. One year since you heard his voice. One year since your kids have seen their biological father. You hoped and prayed that he was watching you from Heaven, smiling and laughing with his loved ones who passed before him. He would want you to be happy, given the unforeseen circumstances, but he was your first love and you could do nothing but miss him.

It was a warm, sunny day, but that didn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face. You walked up to the grave site with a bouquet of flowers to put in the vase as a form of remembrance. Your oldest daughter walked proudly beside you with her hand in yours and she rubbed her thumb across your skin to comfort you. Your son had already beat you to the site, young enough to not understand that he was actually gone for good, talking to the grass in hopes for a response. 

“Daddy’s still sleeping,” he said with a smile, “Don’t wake him up.”

You placed the flowers into the vase and began to dig at the grass that was beginning to grow over the headstone. It’s only been a year and it seems like the Earth wants you to forget he was ever here, making you sob a little harder.

“It’ll be okay, mom,” your daughter said, hugging you from behind. “You have Jinyoung now, and he loves you, right?”

You wiped your tears with your fingers and whispered, “Yes, you’re right. But your Daddy was my first love, the first one who held my hand, the first one who made me feel like I belonged in this cruel world. I miss him more and more each day. But I will always be thankful for the time that I spent with him, even if it was cut short.” Tears welled up in your eyes again, “And Jinyoung has been such an amazing support system for me and you kids and I’ll never be able to thank him enough for taking us under his wing.”

Jinyoung came up behind you, holding your youngest, born exactly two months after your husband’s passing. Jinyoung was there for you every step of the way during those last two months as a friend; he knew that’s what your husband wanted him to do since they were best friends. He was there for the birth of your third child, and not too long after that became a person of interest that you never expected. And because you knew that your husband would want you to be happy, you took it upon yourself to allow Jinyoung to be that person for you. It began with him showing up to your house with dinner for you and the kids, then to spending the night with each other, until finally he got up the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend, to which you responded to positively. This, however, caused many problems between you and your daughter. She was twelve and old enough to understand what was going on, and she confronted the two of you about your relationship.

Your daughter walked into the dimly light living room to see the two of you sitting on the couch sharing a blanket and some popcorn, while you’re breastfeeding your youngest. She sat down on the coffee table in front of you to block the television so that your full attention was on her.

“Ew, I can’t believe you’re feeding him right in front of me.” She stuck her tongue out at you. Jinyoung blushed at this, she brought his attention to your chest and his mind started racing.

“What do you mean, it’s a natural thing! And you just walked in here, silly. What do you need?”

She took in a deep breath before saying, “Can I talk to you about something?”

You chuckled. “Sure, you can talk to me about anything, honey. What’s up?”

“Do you still love dad?” She was looking at the ground as she asked this question, twirling her hair around her fingers. You had a hurt look in your face, and your eyes became watery.

“Of course I still do. He meant everything and more to me.”

She looked at you in the eyes this time, “Then how come you moved on so fast? And with his best friend too? I thought you really cared about daddy.”

You weren’t ready for this question… At all. But, she was your daughter, so you tried your best to make your daughter understand.

“Honey, it’s not that I don’t care about your dad. There were other plans for him. He would want me to move on and be happy, even if it’s without him. But I’ll never love anyone like I loved your father.” At this instance, Jinyoung decided to give his position on it as well.

“Your dad is always going to be your dad. All that I can do is try my best to be the father figure that you need. I will never replace your father, but I promise that I will support you and give you everything that you need and more.” He took your daughters’ hands into his, looking into her eyes, “and I will always love you no matter what happens. I’m fully committed to taking care of you and I hope that you’ll allow me to do so.”

She thought for a second about what he had just said to her, hanging onto every impactful word. “You promise you won’t replace daddy?”

“I promise.” He pulled her into a hug and she smiled. “I’ll take care of you.”

Her face brightened up and she got up to exit the room. You sighed and shook your head. “What am I going to do with her? I know she’s young, but she needs to understand that even though I’m not with her dad anymore that I still care about her. And you even told her yourself that she has you to take care of her, and to be there for her, and I think she should be accepting of that!”

Jinyoung nodded in agreement, “Yeah, I know, but she’s a kid who lost her father not that long ago. She just misses him, I’m sure. I’ll never be her real father but what I can do is support your family. And who knows, maybe we’ll get married one day and have a kid together that I can actually be the father of.” He blushed yet again at this thought. He began to rub the back of his neck with his hand from embarrassment and proceeded to chuckle, “I could even put a baby in you right now if that’s what you want.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. Of course it feels like you moved on too quickly, but Jinyoung promised your husband that he would make sure that you and your kids were well taken care of if anything ever happened to him. You didn’t think that he meant it like this. “Jinyoung, the kids are here! I’m even breastfeeding right now! We can’t be messing around like that.” You poked his chest and laughed at him.

“I didn’t say it had to be right now. But damn, just seeing even a small portion of your breast makes me want you so bad, y/n.” He began to kiss your neck which cause shivers down your spine. “Not to mention you handled that situation so well. Like a good girl.”

You felt your cheeks flush and you got up from the couch quickly, staring at Jinyoung. “You shouldn’t be saying these things right now, the kids are awake and if they hear us-“

“Y/n, don’t worry about them right now. It’s late anyway. Put them to bed and we can have our fun.” He smirked at you, and the heat between your legs began to rise. You turned around in a snapping motion, carrying your child to his crib and calling out to the other two, “Kids, it’s bedtime, please go brush your teeth and lay down for me.”

They sighed and complained, but they obeyed anyway, knowing that they would be in deep trouble if they didn’t listen to you. You stopped by their rooms to tuck them into bed, kissing them on the cheek and wishing them sweet dreams. Walking down to the end of the hall you noticed the bedroom door was already cracked open with Jinyoung inside. You peeked around the door to see him already laying in the bed, his body facing the wall and his eyes shut. Maybe he was asleep?

After putting on a comfy shirt and a pair of shorts, you crawled into bed beside him, giving him a kiss on his cheek and wrapped your arm around his waist. You started to drift off to sleep until he rolled over and proceeded to get on top of you, snaking his hand down your mid-section and underneath your shorts and underwear, slipping his fingers between your folds. “God, you’re so fucking wet for me. Are you sure you can keep quiet?”

You bit your lip and nodded as he practically pulled off your clothes and pushed a finger into your core. He rubbed your g-spot with his one finger, using the other hand to rub harsh circles on your clit. Sliding his finger in and out, he added another digit, stretching you out. The sensation made your body temperature begin to rise, your legs began to shake, but he stopped before you could fully meet your high. Replacing his fingers with his lips, he kissed the inner part of your thighs before you whispered, “Jinyoung, please stop teasing.” He placed gentle kisses on your slit initially, watching you squirm underneath him before he decided to give you what you wanted. He spread your folds and licked at your wetness, circling his tongue around your clit and allowing it to disappear inside you every so often. Almost reaching your high a second time, he made sure to stop yet again right before your release. You wanted to scream, but you knew the kids were next door and would be able to hear you.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he smirked as he lined his cock up to your entrance and used your wetness as lubrication. He slowly pushed inside of you with shallow movements, only allowing only the head of his length to explore you, teasing both himself and you. After you seemed to be warmed up to him, he began to put in more of his length, causing you to quietly moan. He placed his hand over your mouth, “Y/n, you need to be quiet, baby.” 

You nodded as he continued to push himself deeper inside of you, fully covering his cock in your juices. His eyes locked on yours as he began to grind his hips into yours, slamming himself into you as far as he possibly could, making your eyes roll back and your hips buck. This sent him over the edge and made him slide his cock in and out of you as fast and hard as he could, skin slapping skin, hitting your sweet spot every time. He knew you were close, feeling your walls clenching around him and your legs were shaking with pleasure. He wrapped his hands around your waist and laid his chest on yours, grunting into your ear with every last thrust, until finally your release came with his following mere seconds after. Finally, he pulled himself out of you and flopped onto his side of the bed, still breathing heavily.

“Do you think the kids heard us?” you asked with a concerned look on your face.

“I sure hope not. But damn, y/n, you’re so good in bed,” he breathily stated.

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “I could say the same thing to you.”