#he could probs comfortably rest his chin on my head

[httpiastri]

idk if it's just me but... paul looks so broad and tall ??? i am just melting 🫠 i knew he was tall but idk, this is doing things to me 😮‍💨

(also his hair looks so cute & messy, i love it 🤭)

OMG!!! bestie you're so right!!!!!!

1. the height and broadness:

help? idk if it's something with the white making him look extra broad?? is that a thing???? someone pls let me know…. tbh he always looked so broad in his old white fireproofs too 🫠 and the height too omg!! he looks taller than franco even when leaning, and franco isn't short right? i've seen him look tall next to logan (who looks MASSIVE next to oscar) so………? 😭 (and he's taller than taylor too but idk how tall he is so…)

2. the hair:

omggggg 🥺 in your pic it's so cute, so fluffy and the curls are so defined 🥺 but when taking the f2 rookies pic it was so flat and pointy forwards that it looked like he was wearing a cap 😶 and pls the middle pic? he looks so funny????? the hair is so 😭 he's just a few % of humidity away from looking like albert einstein

[kisses4lao]

Ok so I was thinking about a smut with a leech and wanted to ask you to do (i love how u write)

What about a AFAB!reader that likes to open her mouth and sometimes you do it without realizing it.

I read somewhere that eels have it like an invitation to mate or something like that (dont remember so much)

And about if is jade or floyd… well, both are my favs so I cant choose. What works better I guess

EEK TYSM!!! I feel as tho floyd would fit this better bc jade is a smart boy, probs knows that humans just open their mouths wide for random shit but floyd

...

Hes a lil stupid when it comes to these things(I love him I swear)

10/10, would fuck in the VIP room again

-floyd probably lmao(also the name of the fic)

♧CW!!! fem reader, breeding kink yas slay, unsafe sex(wear condoms kids), degrading(? Floyd calls us a slut for yawning around other men but he loves us 🤞), little to no foreplay hes too hawny, semi public sex, pwp?, mentions of jade but light, none that I can think of right now but floyd is such a silly little goose(im terrified of him)

NOT PROOFREAD

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♧ you were originally here to study.

Seeing as your boyfriend, Floyd, was nowhere to be seen. Sitting in the mostro lounge while waiting for Floyd to be on break was a normal occurrence.

Since it had been awhile with slight glimpses of him taking care of customers, you decided to start studying on your own. Opening up a text book and starting to read and take notes, Jade comes over with your order.

"Apologies for my brother taking so long. The customers he has are being seriously rude, we're trying our best to have him not squish them." Jade says as he places your tea on the table in front of you.

"How long will he be?" You ask as you take a small sip of your tea. Jade rests his chin on his hand as he closes his eyes, seemingly in thought.

"Soon." He simply says as he walks away.

Although odd, you've gotten used to Jades strange behavior. As you were about to return to studying, you spotted Floyd waiting on the table across from you. He shoots you a smile before turning back to his customers.

You took that as a sign to go back to studying. Flipping open your text book, you begin to take notes again. As you get further into the book, your eyelids begin to feel heavy. Resting your head on your hand, you start to close your eyes for longer periods once blinking.

As you began to drift off to a light sleep, you felt yourself yawning as you began to shift in your chair.

Having finally settled in a comfortable position, you begin to get lulled into a peaceful sleep by the surround sound of calming music in the lounge.

Drifting off, you get woken up by a sudden loud noise. "Boo!" It was Floyd, creeping up behind you just to scare you awake. Playfully punching his chest as you complain about how you just fell asleep, he takes your hand, leading you off somewhere.

"Floyd, where are you taking me?" You say between giggles. "Somewhere, it'll be fun, I promise." He says as he gives you a wink.

He leads you to the VIP room, which usually isn't occupied by anyone, like now. Just the two of you. He turns around to lock the door, he turns back to you, eyes widened with an unpleasant look on his face.

"That thing you did out there, I cant believe you did it infront of other men. Do you understand what they may think now? Think im not your boyfriend? Think I dont treat you well enough?" Confusion. All you felt in the moment was pure confusion.

"Floyd, what the fuck are you talking about? I was just studying, nothing happened." You could tell he was getting frustrated. "That thing! Where you opened your mouth wide!"

"You mean yawning? The.... thing people do.... when they're tired?"

"You can't do that around merfolk." Oh. Oh? This seems like something you can tease him on.

"Oh? And whys that, Mr eel boy?" You say as you chuckle. Somehow, floyd got even more pissed at this, he slammed both your arms above you and against the wall behind you, eyes still wide, and very much angry.

"You don't understand what you're doing. You're making a mating invite by doing that, what if the other merfolk saw? Or worse, what if Jade saw?"

"Floyd im sorry okay, I didn't mean to, seriously-" you were cut off by him smashing his lips onto yours, you fed into it, not resisting in the slightest.

He began to sink his head down to your neck, making soft bites on it and licking up the semi bloody aftermath. "If you want to act like a slut, then I'll fuck you like one." He says before digging his open hend into the flesh of your thigh and biting down on your collar bone.

You choke out a groan at the sudden pain as floyd slowly kisses the bite, making it feel more pleasurable than anything.

Once hes done, he looks up at you. "You're okay with this, right?"

"Yeah, just don't do anything stupid." You're able to say between puffs of hot air. Giving you a smile, he hooks his finger under the strap of your panties, taking his other hand off your wrists. Sliding down the peice of fabric while biting off his glove, he starts to suck on your neck as he begins to work his fingers into you.

Taking his thumb and rubbing it over your clit as he slowly sinks two fingers inside you. You moan out as he begins to curl them in you, sucking on the bite mark you made earlier.

"F-fuck... I cant take it anymore." Floyd groans out as he unbuckles his belt. Lining up his thick cock with your hole, "You're sure you're okay with this, right?" He says one last time in a panted breath.

"Yes just... don't do anything stupid-" and you were cut off once again by him doing something stupid.

He thrusts his whole length into you at once, earning a low, throaty groan from him as you were just trying to find stability. He takes both you thighs and wraps them around his waist, being able to hit much deeper in the position.

Mere seconds later, all the pain you felt turned into pure, absolute pleasure as he started fucking you against the wall.

Filling the room with moans of utter bliss from the both of you, having Floyd come completely undone after minutes. "I'm gonna fill you up so fucking good- make everyone know you're mine- have those other eel bitches know if you're gonna be a slut, you're gonna be mine, understood?"

You're barely able to make his words out as you start to feel lightheaded from the pleasure. His grip on you tightens as you feel him twitch inside you. "Fuck, im gonna-" he was cut off by a powerful moan as he came inside you, slowing down his pace in the process.

Floyd slowly sinks down to the floor as he places you down on it, leaving you for a moment as he grabs a wash cloth. He starts to clean you in silence, waiting for you to say something. You were too tired to speak, however.

Once you're clean, he makes himself presentable again as he picks you up and walks you back to your table. Once he sets you down, he walks off and brings back a bottle of water and some snacks.

"Dont worry, they're on me." He says with a wink.

As he turns to walk away, you grab onto his sleeve to get his attention. He leans in close to hear you over the bustling crowd. "Floyd, I didn't get to fini-" he places his index finger over your mouth.

"Now, now, I didn't forget my dear, I promise. If you're good today then I'll double it tonight, hm?" And with that, he walks off and returns to his job where jade and azul kept yelling at him for bailing.

As you sit in silence while occasionally looking over at Floyd, he makes eye contact with you while being yelled at. Going back to you table, you realize something, your tea has gone cold.

Oh dear, whoever will you call over to replace it?

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A/n: i had no clue how to end this fic wiwhwihsiwow im going insane

[vminizzle]

Reflection

pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader

genre : SMUT, fluff

warnings : marking, praising, pet names, they’re in love huh, penetration, unprotected sex, love making, mirror sex, creampie

words count : 1.7k

A/N : hello lovely people, well husband!jungkook is such a thing gosh, I had to write this. ngl, I got turned on while writing this. The idea was prob better in my head? !POOR ENGLISH! anyways, I hope you guys will like it. Have a nice day everyone. -sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY WELCOMED

M RATED

“here we are!” Jungkook exclaimed happily as he opened the big doors.

You both entered the beautiful villa you booked for the week-end. Jungkook walked beside you, holding his suitcase in one hand, his other hand on your lower back as you walked further through the villa.

You looked around you, admiring the decorations adorning the living room’s tables and walls. It looked so expensive. You had a good view of the pool situated in the garden from the sliding glazed door. The water seemed so clear as the bright sun reflected into it. The water was probably warm, comfortable to swim. Flowers, transats were arranged on the beige tiled floor around the pool. It was just so beautiful. Dream house perhaps?

“what about a midnight bath later, huh?” your husband said teasingly making you roll your eyes.

You walked towards the stairs and went upstairs, Jungkook helping you with your suitcase carrying it for you.

As you opened the bedroom’s doors you were welcomed by the type of large well-decorated and modern bedroom you only see on the internet or in rich people’s in movies. Your eyes sparkled as you approched the floor to ceiling windows, looking outside you could have a great view of the big backyard.

You turned to Jungkook, this one already looking at you smiling softly. You smiled widely as you walked back to him to hug him tightly. “thank you!”

He pecked your forehead gently “everything for my wife."

You smiled before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You know you look really good in that black shirt.” you smirked as he approached you.

“and y’know you look so so good in that dress.” he smirked before separating your crossed legs so he can stand in-between them.

“you’d look even better without it.” he caressed your warm cheeks softly before kneeling down in front of you, letting his hands rest on your exposed thighs.

You looked down at him, the way he stared straight into your eyes made you avert his gaze.

“look at me love.” he ordered with a gentle voice.

You shook your head, too shy to face him.

Jungkook chuckled before grabbing your chin gently turning your head but you closed your eyes before making eye contact.

This time, he laughed making you smiled “open your eyes pretty please don’t be shy."

You opened your eyes “happy?” you mumbled a little pout making its appearance on your lips.

Jungkook placed his hand on your hip as he lowered his head a bit to place a little kiss on your thigh making you shiver at the sudden contact. His lips looked so soft against your skin.

You bit your bottom lip as he started kissing higher pushing your dress up slowly. He hummed satisfied against your skin as you tangled your fingers into his soft hair.

“Jungkook.” you whispered making him lift his head to look at you “kiss me."

“gladly.”

You lowered your body enough to be face to face with him. You put your hand on his cheek before connecting your lips together. His lips were definitively the softest thing on earth. You moaned softly into the kiss as he sucked on your bottom lips gently. He got up not breaking the kiss, making you back up on the bed, laying you down gently before hovering over you.

“you look so pretty like that under me.” he licked his lip admiring your flustered face, placing one of his hand on your waist but he noticed how distracted you were, something else grabbed your attention.

Jungkook tilted his head on the side curiously before finally looking up to the ceiling. There it was..

The infamous mirror ceiling. just. above. the. bed.

“damn.” he whistled rolling on his back next to you.

"that’s a pretty big mirror.” he said before smirking.

You knew he had something not-so-holy in mind, you cursed internally ready to hear what he had to say.

“you know mirrors are so cool.” he started making you sigh.

“and also really useful in many ways. You know what can be cool right now?” he pursed his lips.

You played with your fingers nervously, humming so he could continue.

He turned on his side, placing one hand on your belly before talking again.

“how about I make love to you while you watch us huh? see how pretty you look when you’re under me as I pleasure you. Would you love that, my love?” he whispered into your ear before nibbling on your earlobe making goosebumps raised on your skin, your body heating up at his words making you close your legs as you felt this familiar sensation down there.

Your lips parted, no words ready to escaped from your mouth. Just the thought made your heartbeats picked up the pace, picturing the scene in your head made you feel dizzy. Jungkook smirked at your current state, knowing the effect his words had on you.

“close your mouth, you’re literally drooling honey.” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes. “don’t say non-sense.”

“I guess it’s a yes?” he asked to be sure you were consented. You nodded shyly making him smile at how cute you were.

He sat up on the bed pulling you up with him, his hands finding their places on your sides “can I?” he gestured pulling on the hem of you dress.

“yes.” you answered lifting your arms up so he could easily pull it off of you.

He threw the clothe on the floor, his eyes now wandered on your lace-covered body “so beautiful.” He bit his bottom lip, his pants getting uncomfortably tight as his fingertips were sliding slowly over the lacy bra. You wearing lingerie being one of his weakness and biggest turn on.

You timidly reached up to unbutton his shirt, popping a button one by one slowly.

You got rid of his shirt discarding it on the floor as you kept your eyes on his well built body "you staring“ Jungkook said teasingly.

You closed your eyes embarrassed, not wanting to look at him anymore.

He came closer, you could felt his presence, he was so close. He finally kissed you, his lips envelopping yours into a loving kiss. You placed your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you.

Your husband gently pushed you on your back as he hovered above you, his strong arms on each sides of your head "i love you.” he whispered looking down at you with so much love.

"i love you Jungkook” you caressed his cheek.

He lowered himself, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he started leaving little wet kisses making you turned your head to the side giving him more access. His tattooed hand started cascading down your body, caressing your side as he reached your panties pulling it down your legs.

Making out while undressing each other, you suddenly thought about what he said earlier, making you glance at mirror above you. Your bare bodies coming into your vision making you gulp.

You moaned softly as you felt him pressing against you.

“Jungkook” you whined as he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock.

He kissed you as you pulled him on you, his chest against yours. He placed one your leg over his waist, ruting foward against your core making you moan loudly “stop teasing!”

He rubbed his erection between your glistening lips. “you ready baby?”

You nodded eagerly. He entered you slowly making sure to not hurt you. You threw your head back in the pillows gripping on his shoulders as he bottomed out.

“don’t forget what i told you baby. Look up and watch.” he licked your jawline before sucking softly on the skin leaving loving marks.

You rolled your eyes as the pleasure started consuming you. You tried to look up, the view makimg you clench around him.

“f-fuck baby! do you like what you see? huh? you like the way I take you?” he groaned into your neck.

His grip on your thigh tightened as he adjusted it higher on his hip the new position helping him hit deeper. “you feel so good princess.”

Your nails started forming little crescents on his back as you held him close. The way his back muscles flexed everytime he moved made you weak. 

You arched your back off the bed as he hit deeper “Ah Jungkook! I’m so close!” you cried out.

Jungkook suddenly rolled on his back placing you on top of him “ride me my love."

He looked up at you as he placed his arm behind him to support his head and one hand resting on top of your thigh.

You planted your hands on his chest to keep your balance as you started moving. “fuck yea that’s it! keep going baby!” he moaned deeply.

He looked up at the ceiling smirking, the reflection of you on top of him making him growled “you look so hot like that."

You whimpered as he gripped your hips making you move faster.

“I’m so fucking close!” he bit his bottom lip the flesh turning white as you picked up the pace, your climax getting closer and closer.

His fingernails were digging into your sides as he helped you moving. “I’m coming!” you moaned loudly making Jungkook groaned as you kept on clenching around him pushing him over the edge of his own orgasm.

He came inside you, his warm cum filling you up to the brim, your name sweetly passing by his lips as he closed his eyes shut enjoying your warmth around him.

You let your body collapsed on top of him, burying your head into his neck as you left a soft kiss on the sweaty skin. He caressed your sides before capturing you in a hug “you were so good my love”.

He pulled out as you roll next to him letting one of your leg rest on his thin waist. He laid his hand there, stroking the smooth skin “look at how hot you are” he pointed up to the mirror.

You whined embarrassed, hiding your face onto his sweaty chest. Jungkook’s eyes stayed on your bodies, admiring how you completed each other. He was staring at your figure lovingly.

After a few minutes, he whispered an" i love you“ and kissed your forehead gently realizing that you fell asleep into his arms.

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A/N : guys, i think it’s definitely one of my fav writings. I mean, I feel like it’s not that bad!! And gosh, I have feelings for Jungkook. I need to marry him! ahah.. thanks for reading ~

[countsmoon]

under the fire-lit sky

lucerys velaryon x reader

Summary:  yn and lucerys decide to watch the dragon fire together.

Warnings: absolutely none except my terrible writing :)

Author notes: listen, it was firework night yeserday and people were going crazy out here in the UK so I decided to make up a quick firework-night-esque fic about pretty boy lucerys because I'm not accepting the fact he died. And yes I know that there is probs no event like this in HotD or GoT but who cares, its a fanfic 😊 this is also my first published fic so like, bear with me people.

You wished the night would never end.

In all your years, you had never seen the sky so bright. Fire lit up the sky as dragons soared high above the walls of King’s Landing. It was as though it was a mere dream, a feverously gorgeous dream.

Sparks were dancing in the black abyss, sparkling into nothingness soon after. It was a cold night, one that sent chills down your spine as you stood on the balcony of your room in your nightdress. However, you felt nothing but warmth. Before you were sent to the Red Keep, you lived in the North with your family. It was so cold there that you could barely move without two entire bear furs covering you during the colder months. It was only the stories of blazing dragon fire-lit skies that helped you gain warmth then – watching it now in all its glory was a hundred times better than dreaming of it.

Your hair flew rapidly around you, flying into your eyes constantly. Brushing it back seemed futile but it had to be done – it was that or get hair in your eyes. How you so desperately wished you could see your friend flying. It was just too dark to see the dragons if they weren't blowing fire! Huffing and blaming it on terrible eyesight, a loud screech sounded from above you. At first, you thought it was just Caraxes and Daemon tempting fate by flying so close to the castle roof but you were quickly proved wrong when you saw a Caraxes-like figure fly through some fire far into the distance. It also didn't help that you could hear breathing from behind you.

What the actual fuck was behind you.

It could just be the wind playing a trick on your ears like it did at home in the North but it sounded more real than anything you'd been tricked into hearing before. No, something was definitely behind you. Deciding to be brave, slowly you turned only to be met with the face of Arrax beside you. Oh, it’s just Arrax, you thought, reaching a hand out to scratch under his chin to which he purred in contentment.

Wait.

Looking further up, your eyes locked onto the eyes of your dear friend, now sheepish whilst still holding a mischievous grin on his face. Sighing, you continued to stare at him, praying you held the what the fuck look you wanted to convey. Arrax was unaware of the arrows your eyes were shooting into his rider, still drunk off your scratches. “So..,” Lucerys nervously giggled, his dark hair lit up by some of the candlelight that managed to reach him.

“So.”

“Do you uh, want to watch the dragon fire with me?”

“I was already watching it. Besides, you told me you'd be participating.” You spoke matter-of-factly, still very unamused. It wasn't as though you hadn't wished to watch the dragon fire with him, quite on the contrary. However, Lucerys had told you to watch the sky specifically to see him and Arrax blow fire. “Well, aha, I may have uh,” he grew more sheepish, his grin of mischief now a small uncertain smile, “May have lied..?”

Sighing and breathing, you kept composed. Lucerys was ready for you to climb Arrax to beat him yourself yet that vanished when a chuckle left you and your eyes read playfulness. “The roof.”

“Excuse me?”

“The roof, we shall watch from up there.” You smiled.

That was how you and Lucerys ended up on the roof, Arrax laying behind you asleep. Your head rested against his shoulder, his body heat bringing you comfort. Your hands were entwined, his thumb rubbing your knuckles soothingly. It was peaceful, serine even – watching the fire sparkle with the dragon roars and the shouts of the excited people below. A shiver ran down your body, goosebumps appearing upon your arms.

As you let go of Lucerys' hand to rub your arms, your breathe became clear as you continued to shiver. You had forgotten you were in your nightdress, the only warmth you were receiving was Lucerys and Arrax's body heat. Lucerys saw your shiver and began to unclasp his cape without another thought. He draped it over you as he would with a blanket, tucking you in. You stared as he did this, watching him intently.

When he was sure you'd be atleast a little warmer, he retracted his hands. Lucerys caught your stare, looking back into yours. Neither could decipher whether the redness of their cheeks was due to the cold. "Will you not be cold?" You asked, eyes flashing downwards and then back up. He smiled and leaned forward, "No, I believe I'll be alright, but there is something you could do to boost the odds."

"And what is that, my prince?"

"By doing this."

With that his hand went up to your cheek and pulled you close, his lips brushing yours. His eyes held an unspoken question to which you answered by putting one hand on his cheek and the other into his hair, pulling him forward to finally kiss. It was slow and inexperienced, but so full of love and adoration that it swelled your heart when he placed one hand on the small of your back. You released not by choice, but by the lack of air.

Leaning your foreheads against eachother, Lucerys continued to stroke your cheek. "I've dreamed of this," He whispered to you, eyes closed with a smile on this face. "So have I," you agreed. Suddenly a loud roar came of the skies alongside the largest fire you'd seen that night. Leaning back onto his shoulder with his hand playing with your hair, you both turned to gaze back into the dark abyss, lit up with dragon-fire and shining stars.

[wh3r3sth3l0ve]

Sora x Tifa

Part 30

Part 29 below

Two hours later they gathered a little bit of news about the Unversed. They met the man they rescued the night before and two women claiming they saw those strange creatures.

Unfortunately, none of them provided any clues for why these monsters even appeared. They were also asking about a man in red armor but no one spotted anyone alike.

- I may have a theory… - Sora stated.

Tifa and Riku listened closely to what he said.

- Vanitas, he was Ventus’s darkness, right? But he looked like my evil twin. Maybe… - he was afraid to say that out loud. - Maybe he’s back… because of… me.

- It’s not impossible… - Riku touched his chin. - I wonder, maybe we should talk to Ventus?

- Excuse me but, who’s Ventus? - Tifa felt a little lost in the story.

Sora and Riku looked at each other and clearly both of them thought about the same thing.

- It’s a really long story and Sora possibly doesn't remember a lot from it. - Riku said.

- Actually, - Sora interrupted. - maybe it’s not a bad idea. You could tell us everything you know and maybe it could help me remember more.

- Are you sure? I really don’t want to see you in that state again. - Riku looked scared. - And it would surely take several hours.

- If I am to help you and we want to solve this Unversed mystery, I want to know everything. - Tifa decided. - Let’s go to the bar, I’ll provide food and drinks.

Ten minutes later they made themselves comfortable by the table with fresh juice and were ready to listen to Riku’s story.

- It started with Aqua, Terra and Ventus…

He told them about how both Sora and himself got to become Keyblade wielders, about Master Xehanort and creation of Vanitas. He told about what happened to Destiny Island at the beginning of their journey, him falling into darkness, Maleficent and Ansem. Then Organization XIII and its leader Xemnas, Nobodies and their plan to use Sora’s powers to create Kingdom Hearts. After that he mentioned searching for Aqua in the Realm of Darkness, finding Ventus and how it all led to the Keyblade War where finally Sora was able to help him with the story.

A couple of hours later Tifa felt a bit overwhelmed with the amount of information but now she could understand what happened. Sora also had his head full of information and he remembered a few new things from his past.

- So, that is some story but what do we do now? - Tifa asked.

- I can go to meet Ventus and ask him if he knows anything. - Riku offered.

- Hey, I’d like to meet him too. I haven't seen him since the Keyblade War. - Sora said.

- Let’s go together then. - Tifa felt that she didn't want to let Sora go without her. - Is there enough room in your ship for our trio?

- Yeah, no prob. - Riku smiled.

- When do we go then? - Sora literally could not keep his seat.

- We have to tell the gang that we’re off. Then we can go anytime.

- Great, let’s start tomorrow morning. - Riku stood up. - I need to get some rest. Talking is more exhausting than fighting.

He went to the basement and a moment later the pinball machine was back on the floor, covering the entrance.

- We should probably do the same. - Tifa said. - And as we have some free time, we can do something fun tonight.

She smiled playfully with a slight blush on her face. This look made Sora want to go straight home but before doing that, they split up to tell the guys about their journey.

[bishop-percival]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

(prev) Teddy was stunned that Revenard Mike respected his refusal. He blankly stared at him, blunk a few times, then averted his eye and rubbed his head. “I suppose I could prob him to see if it’s even possible without an apology and show of respect from Shep and Bishop Percival. Primarily the latter. All Shep ultimately did was light the fuse.” That much wouldn’t be taking advantage of Commander Peepers. As much as Teddy despised him, using him didn’t sit right with him when he’d hinted at watchdogs getting close to him for his position before. Besides, he had a hunch that some of his recent rants were as much blowing off steam as feeding him information to leak. “Commander Peepers currently sees the Glornists as parasites clinging to his magical support,” Teddy said as he started to pace. “And he’s already interviewing replacements. I believe he’s one spat away from loosening the watchdog requirement.” He paused to put his hand on his chin. “I’m fairly new to this, but aren’t watchdogs an anomaly when you compare their magical potential to other small eyeclops? Any rare, almost mythical beings are probably out. Yet it isn’t terribly hard to find a decent selection of orisi in this galaxy when you have an entire empire at your disposal.” Then Teddy tested how sturdy the stepladder was before leaning on it. “Your best bet may to make clergy work part-time so you can gain positions he respects. That way staying abroad won’t rest solely on if Bishop Percival decides to play nice or not.” “Convincing Revenard Miriam to use her magic directly for the empire may be enough to preserve the Glornch on its own. Although surely the rest of the Glornists would still be judged by how they benefit him.” Teddy tilted his head back to look at Revenard Mike. “The team hunting down relics of unspeakable power has had a months-long string of disappointments. And librarians are always in short supply.”

Mike quietly wrote some notes as Teddy spoke. He didn’t interrupt once, save for a quiet scoff that slipped out when Teddy mentioned Miriam. Mike knew his sister wouldn’t be caught dead using her magic for someone like Commander Peepers. And just the thought of her trying to function in a part-time job outside of the church was rich.... Although, he really couldn't imagine himself doing well in one one either, even if it was something that pertained to his interests.

He rested an elbow on his knee and leaned his head into his hand. “Some of what you’ve described here isn’t too far off from how the COG used to function. Deacons at least were allowed to have a life outside the church. Some even volunteered to do odd jobs around the Skullship. But over the years, Percival became more and more controlling about the clergy’s doings. Just as he’s become more and more careless about his own actions. And as he’s become more and more powerful…” 

Mike removed his glass from his face and got out a soft cloth from his pocket to wipe it down. He was hesitant to speak out loud further about his concerns with Percy. But it was such a heavy weight on his mind that bearing it alone was proving to be difficult, almost impossible. It was only slightly humiliating, and ironic, that the only person Mike felt somewhat-comfortable enough talking about this to was some infiltrator who held mutual distrust towards him. 

After a pause, Mike replaced his glass. “Listen, I... accidentally let it slip that I learned of Percy’s true intentions. And when pressed on how I learned this, instead of ratting YOU out,” He leaned over and flicked Teddy’s helmet during the emphasized 'you', hoping it would make him stop leaning on the ladder, “I took it upon myself to lie and say it was me who was conscious during the last summoning ritual.” 

Mike fixed his gaze on the telescope. "My next moves have to be delicate. I'm one more misstep from being scrapped. Glorn knows I can't take him on."

[alt-froggy13]

What about a ROTTMNT Donnie fic where the reader has a nightmare and goes to him for comfort! (fluff and maybe angst) :]

YES I LOVE IT, THANK YOU!!!! <33

WARNING: MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING

it's been a around a month since you were almost kidnapped by some random dude on the street, that's how you meet the turtles but you have been having nightmares and being scared of being alone, so you've been staying at April's for the pass few weeks, but tonight had to have been the worst night, April was out with Sunita and the rest of turtles were busy besides Donnie, but you didn't wanna bother him, you sigh and try to go back to sleep but it was hopeless you were wide awake, so you decided to text Donnie

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Y/N: hey you busy??

Don: no, why do you ask?

Y/N: i was wondering if we could chat for a bit

Don: sure, but before we start to chat, are you feeling okay?

Y/N: yeah

Don: don't lie to me

Y/N: i'm not lying

Don: i'm coming over

Y/N: no don i'm fine i promise!

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he doesn't respond, you sigh and put your phone on your nightstand and back on charge, you got out of bed an walked to your desk and looked at your drawings/writing in your journal, it was you venting on how you felt, you took one last glimpse before quickly walking over to your trash can and dragging it to your desk and ripping out the papers and throwing them away, just then you heard a tap at your window, you turn an see Donnie with a slight worried expression, you sigh an walk over an open the window "wanna explain what all that was about?" he asks softly while climbing in, you shake your head and close the window "are you okay?" Donnie asks "yes im fine" you say "your lying i know you-" you cut him off "I SAID I FINE DONATELLO" you snapped, he looks at you in shock then looks pissed "hey don't yell at me! i'm trying to help you!" he yells stepping closer to you "well i shook my head no when you asked if i wanted to explain!" you yelled, he yelled back "i don't get it why do you not wanna talk?!" "because i'm scared!" "scared of what!?" "scared Donnie! i'm scared to be alone after what happened, even after a month i don't fell safe anywhere, not even around you!" you yelled tears at the corner of your eyes while catching your breath, you look at the ground before falling to your knee's and breaking down, your lips quivering as your breath was shaky, Donnie stands their unsure of what to do, he sits next to you and hesitantly wraps an arm around your shoulder and lays his head on yours, he sighs "i'm sorry i yelled at you" he whispered, you sniffle "no i should be saying sorry, i yelled at you first" you said, your voice shaky "no, i shouldn't have pressured you" he pulls you closer to him, your head now against his chest and his arms around your body with his chin on your head "are you feeling okay? you hardly ever show affection" you joke while sniffling, he chuckles "shut up" he jokes back, you smile and think for a moment "hey Donnie..." you say, he responds with a hum "can you..stay here tonight with me, until April comes back at least?" you ask hesitantly, he stays silent and moves you away from his chest and climbs u on your bed and opens his arms "sure thing" he says, you following him and lay down and going to sleep while you layed on his chest

(this was so fun to write thank you sm!! probs wasn't the exact thing you wanted but i hope you like it <333)

[veritas-dolos]

How to Cope by Leo and Mikey Ch. 6

It was the early morning, and Leo had had just about enough. 

Mikey fell asleep on his shoulder a while ago. He was a deep sleeper, and tended to go into his shell as he slept. Leo pushed him down slowly on the bed so he could be more comfortable, making sure his head rested on his pillow. He stayed sitting up, trying to focus on the movie and not on how his urges were getting stronger. 

He knew a relapse was coming. It was inevitable. 

He squirmed in his seat, fidgeting with his feet a little. He could go without it until morning, when he was alone. Right? 

Realistically, in the back of his mind, he knew he couldn’t. But he couldn’t move, what if Mikey woke up? 

That left him to do it… in his bed. With Mikey right there. Leo tried to suppress a smile. Oh god, that would be terrible of me, He thought to himself. He couldn’t do that, that was crazy. 

But he was never one to turn down a challenge. He did have a spare paper towel in his sweatshirt pocket, though. Plus, why not? The odds were stacked against him. High risk, high reward. 

I’m going to hell, he thought, snapping open his phone case to get out his emergency razor blade. He rolled up his sleeve and got out his paper towel. The lighting in Mikey’s room was less than ideal, aka pitch black, save for the dying light of the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. He grabbed his phone and opened it to his home screen and tucked it under his chin, screen facing out. He didn’t want to turn on his flashlight, too afraid to risk waking his sleeping brother.

He put the little razor blade to his arm. He smiled, the situation too funny not to. This was insane. It was too risky. But, hell, he was balls deep into it and didn’t want to go back now. 

Leo pressed down on his arm and slowly moved the blade across his skin. He immediately let out a sigh of relief as he saw a bead of red blood come to the surface. His home screen suddenly dimmed, so he pressed the screen to keep the light on. 

He cut again. And again. I should probably stop, he thought. Just a few more, Leo argued. So true bestie. He concluded. 

After about ten cuts, he decided to call it. He didn’t go too deep because he didn’t have the opportunity to bandage, but each one bled, so he called it a win. Leo pressed the paper towel to his arm, soaking up the blood. Luckily, there wasn’t much of it, so he probably didn’t have to worry about it going through his sweatshirt. 

Once the bleeding stopped, he pulled down his sleeve. The cuff scraped against his cuts, though, and he slid his hand up his sleeve to check if they opened. When his hand came back blood-free, he relaxed. 

Leo stuck his razor blade back in his phone case and snapped it back on. Mission success!

He looked back over at Mikey, sound asleep. He suddenly felt very guilty that he did it with his sleeping brother in the room. What’s done is done, he thought, opening I Am Sober to reset. He got the little congratulations notification and promptly ignored it. He scrolled to the bottom and pressed reset. He was about to close the app when he looked at his reasons for staying clean.

There were several blue boxes. He looked at the first one. I don’t want the scars, it read. It was a little late for that, he supposed. 

the second read, I don’t want to worry my friends and family. That one hurt, because that’s all he did. Donnie almost cried when he found out. And Donnie never cried. Mikey couldn’t find out that he relapsed, because he’d know Leo lied to him.

The third read, I don’t like hiding them. And he didn’t. Some days it was so hard, when he didn’t want his constricting arm wraps on and didn’t want to wear his sweatshirt. Leo’s eyes started to water, and he abruptly closed the app.

He wasn’t going to cry again. 

Leo looked down at Mikey, halfway in his shell. He wished he was as strong as him. Leo reluctantly slid under the covers, finally feeling tired enough to try to fall asleep. 

When he woke, it was still the early hours of the morning. Mikey was gone, probably making breakfast again. Then he realized, holy shit, I cut with Mikey in the room last night. Looking up to make sure that the door was closed, he quickly rolled up his sleeve to check on his arm. They were red, but hadn’t bled overnight. Leo pulled his sleeve back down and reluctantly slid out of bed. 

So, not-so-new development. Guess I leveled up from mildly suicidal to very suicidal, Leo thought to himself. 

But here was the thing. Leo was scared. He didn’t know what happened after you died; he didn’t really know if there was a heaven or hell or, fuck, if reincarnation was a thing. He didn’t know. And it scared the shit out of him. 

He didn’t want to leave his family. But he felt like he had to. After the Krang, his body had been broken and they didn’t know if he was going to pull through. And at the time, he was ready to die. He never voiced it, but he wanted to die. He felt like that was the only way he could ever be rid of the guilt of starting a goddamn alien invasion. 

Of course, he’d been suicidal before that. I mean, come on, how could he not be?

Ever since Leo had been appointed leader, his relationship with Raph had been… volatile. It was shaky at best. He didn’t even want to be leader. But Splinter had said so, and what he said goes. 

Whatever. It’s not like he didn’t think about killing himself every day. He constantly thought of scenarios of his family finding him lying dead on his bedroom floor. He felt bad every time he did it, but he couldn’t help it. Leo guessed that was his egotistical side shining bright. He felt disgusted with himself for wanting them to hurt because he was gone. 

That was another reason he thought he’d be better off dead. 

He was so angry at himself. He hated feeling like this. Why couldn’t he be happy like everyone else? 

Leo quietly made his way toward his room, making sure his footsteps were silent. He pulled the door open then closed so it wouldn’t creak, and walked over to his closet. He needed a new sweatshirt, because apparently to Donnie a dirty sweatshirt means you self harm. 

As he slipped on a navy blue hoodie that said New York in sewn-on light blue letters, he realized that Donnie’s logic didn’t really make sense. How can a dirty sweatshirt equal self harm? I must really be slow if I’m just picking up on this now, he thought. How was he supposed to be the leader when he wasn’t even smart?

How did Donnie figure it out, then? He must’ve seen something, or heard Leo say something. It didn’t matter, though, the truth was already out. There wasn’t much he could do about it. 

Leo sighed. Y’know, his teenage angst bullshit was kinda out of control. Because, of course, he wanted to relapse again. He was almost out the door, too, when he felt the urge. But who was he to turn down a chance to play with sharp objects?

Leo locked his door. He didn’t need any visitors. 

Since his left arm had some cuts on it, he decided he’d do his right. He rolled up both of his sleeves and went to dig for his pack of razor blades. Leo slid the one on top out of the cartridge and sat on the floor, leading against his bed. He had his knees bent and his arm resting on top of them, so his arm wouldn’t move too much. 

He looked up and made sure the door was locked. Self harm really was just one big game of paranoia. The door was locked, so he put the sharp blade to his arm and quickly swiped it down, watching as a bead of blood immediately made its way to the surface of his skin. 

It should be noted that Leo was right handed, and was cutting himself with his non-dominant left hand. He hated that, because the cuts were never even on both arms. It also made it a little tricky because he was so clumsy with his left hand. 

It was because of this he realized that he was screwed, because he cut a little too deep. And, shit, was that fat?

“Looks like someone made a dicey slicey,” He said to himself, panic rising in his throat. He was so fucked. Thanks to his position as head medic, he knew this needed stitches. He also knew there was no way in hell he was going to one of his brothers to sew this up. 

The other three turtles knew basic first aid, of course, Leo had drilled it into them. They all knew how to do stitches, too, in case one of them happened to be injured. That actually paid off when they rescued him from the prison dimension (a questionable choice) because he had many, many injuries.

Either way, he was not going to one of them. It looked like he’d have to give himself the Leo Special.

Leo slapped a folded paper towel on the cut and pressed down hard, hoping to stem the bleeding. He went to his dresser and dug around the top drawer, hoping to anyone that he had some butterfly bandages in there. He didn’t find any. 

He never said he was lucky.

Leo then noticed his sword leaning against the wall. He quickly walked over to it, realizing that he could portal to the med bay, grab what he needed, and come right back. That was convenient. He looked down at his arm and could see warm, red blood bleeding through the paper towel. He desperately reached for the roll and pressed a new one down. 

Leo spun his sword with his left hand and watched as a bright blue portal appeared before him. He stepped through, and entered the med bay, running toward the drawer that he knew had butterfly bandages.

He debated grabbing the suture kit, but he needed both hands for that. 

Leo fled through the portal to his room again, and sat back in his spot on the floor. The paper towel was now red with blood too, and he replaced it, because he couldn’t really do anything until it stopped bleeding. 

Five minutes passed, and it was still bleeding, but significantly slower than at first. That was one of the worst parts about self harm, he supposed, that it sometimes took forever for the blood to stop.  

A few more minutes passed, and it stopped bleeding. Fucking finally, he thought, angry at himself for cutting so deep. He should know better by now. He reached to his bedside table where his water bottle was, and poured some on a paper towel to wipe the dried blood off. 

He could tell it was going to start bleeding again, so he knew it was now or never to stick a butterfly bandage on. 

Leo tore one bandage off the pack and unwrapped it, peeling back one side of it. He put the unwrapped side in his mouth so he could somehow place it on his arm. With his left hand, he pinched the skin together and brought his head down, putting the small thing over the cut. He pulled the other side of the bandage off and released his hold on his skin, satisfied with his work. He pressed down on both sides to make sure it would stay. 

He tilted his head back against his bed. This is exhausting. 

Leo still needed to put some paper towels down in case it opened up again. He tore off two sheets and folded them, making a thick layer. He taped it down, and called it good. He rolled his sleeves down, but the bulge on his arm was way too noticeable. 

He thought he saw some self-adhesive tape in the med bay. Why hadn’t he been using that before? He grabbed his sword and made another portal, reaching through and grabbing the tan material. Leo then pulled on the end of the roll, wincing at the loud sound it made. He wrapped it around his arm a few times, and pulled down his sleeve again. 

It was flatter, so he called it a win. 

Leo took his bloody paper towels and shoved them into the garbage bag under his bed, not wanting to see them anymore. He laid on his bed, tired of the unexpected effort he had had to put in. Leo crawled under his covers and pulled out his phone, opening I Am Sober.

He watched the seconds tick by on the timer. He watched the bar grow and then fall back to zero. How much longer could he keep living like this? How many more cuts could his body take? Would he one day cut too deep, and that day would be his last?

He shook his head, desperate to banish that thought from his head. He was just so sad all the time. He hated being alive. And he hated feeling that way. 

After Leo reset his timer, he pulled the covers up over his head and went back to sleep.

Ch. 1 Ch. 5 Ch. 7

[winter-literature]

Le Chat Et Le Serpent - Chapter 10

Please note that the entirety of this story is a ****TRIGGER WARNING***** - mentions of child abuse, graphic violence, alcohol use, mental health, suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm - basically a constant blow of pain towards the characters - as well as some "steamier" moments.

Chapter Summary:

Chat and Ladybug chat after their win over the Akuma - they want each other's support, but still have to deal with the fact that they are angry at one another.

Ladybug tells Adrien something that begins to sour his night.

We see a different side of Chloe.

Chat Needs a Hug.

Chapter 10: Etiquette and Self-Despair

Chat and Ladybug sat upon the Eiffel Tower, embracing their familiar view. 

“I can’t stay for too long Kitty, but it’s nice seeing you on the chase again.” Ladybug’s eyes sparkled towards Chat. 

“Didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easily, did you?” Chat grinned, momentarily forgetting his anger. 

“I was worried. With the disappearance of Akumas, I thought… I thought something bad happened.” Her blue bells began to water. “And when I saw you last time, you seemed so… I thought I lost my Chat.” 

Chat pulled her into a hug. “Didn’t you know? The cat always comes back, M’Lady.” 

She rubbed her snuffles, comforted by Chat’s warmth. Not wanting to separate herself from him, she lowered her head to his lap; Chat kept an arm around her, modifying his hold as she shifted down. “Promise you won’t disappear like that on me again?”

“Cross my heart.” Chat softly ran an ‘x’ over his chest. 

Focusing on the task at hand, Ladybug shifted topics. “I think the new holder of the butterfly Miraculous is Felix Graham de Vanily.” 

“He never did give Barkk back, did he?” Chat had already assumed Gabriel and Felix had made a shifty deal. 

“No, but that’s not even the strangest part. The rest of the Miraculous’ just popped up in my room one day. Rena and I have been trying to work with what the Kwamis could tell us, but we don’t have anything substantial besides the Felix lead.” Her face, illuminated yellow by the Parisian lights, slightly scrunched at her train of thought. 

Hearing no response, Ladybug tilted her head to Chat’s puzzled expression. He’d been slightly irked that Nathalie had kept her actions from him; but at this moment, it enabled his reaction to match that of someone who knew nothing of Papillion’s identity. 

Nathalie just dropped them off? How does she know Ladybug’s identity? Did she have help? Were the two of them really that close to taking us down before Felix came along? 

“See? Quite mysterious.” Ladybug broke Chat’s train of thoughts. 

“Basically,” Chat rested a claw on his chin, “either the new villain really likes a challenge, or someone intercepted Papillion themselves? I doubt Felix, or any power hungry twat for that matter, would take the butterfly and simply give back the others.” 

“Yes, it feels like a win - just a very perplexing one.” She knew they were missing something big. Chat’s bewilderment squandered her last bit of hope that he held a piece of the puzzle. 

“How are we going to get to Felix?” Chat asked with no attempt to hide his spite. 

“Rena and I have already searched anywhere we think he could have gone. His mother filed a missing persons report and did not appreciate our visit.” Ladybug cringed at the reminder of the blonde, porting the same green jewelled eyes as Adrien, screaming and belittling her for accusing her son. Amelie thought that Felix was hurt in the battle; that they were failing as defenders by suspecting him. 

“She’s scared,” Chat whispered. 

“I know, Chaton. Whether he is the villain or not, he’s still her son.” Ladybug felt a tinge of guilt at the indecency of her prior tone. “But we didn’t know what else to do. We still can’t find anything on Lila. It’s as if she disappeared in the wind.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. Her mom probably hasn’t even realised she’s not home.” Chat leaned his head to the railing, hoping that Ladybug did not catch on to the degree of personal knowledge. 

“The last person we have to look into is Adrien Agreste.” The words may have stung Ladybug as she exhaled them, but they violently struck Chat as he heard them. 

Chat forced himself to calm down by thinking of Luka. He imagined his calming voice, his comforting touch, his oceanic eyes. Breathe. “Do you think he’s involved?” 

“I don’t want to believe that.” She stated with more confidence than she carried. “But, he’s our best chance at finding Felix.” 

“Are you sure he’s ready for that?” Chat wasn’t sure if he was asking her or himself. “Didn’t he just come out of the hospital?” 

Sensing a shift in tension, Ladybug sat upright once again. “Um, that was actually a factor in my decision to let the holders reveal their identities to each other.” 

Chat tried to hide the ‘ fuck, fuck, fuck’  that was ceaselessly running through his head. Adrien being introduced to the pack would likely carry an expectation that Chat was there. “Okay.” Chat grit his teeth, awaiting more information. 

“A lot of our team knows Adrien personally. If he feels like he’s being investigated, at least it would be by people he trusts. It might also help him feel safe after…” her voice trailed at the image of Adrien in his hospital gown. 

“So your plan is that everyone is going to just show up and say ‘oh hey Adrien, we just need access to your personal information and are going to be watching you like hawks because *guess what* we’re super heroes!’” Chat dramatically gestured with each word. 

Dipping her head, Ladybug distracted herself with her fingers. “We’re going to have a meeting tomorrow to discuss it.” 

“We?” The fire grew within Chat as he motioned to himself and Ladybug. “No, obviously not us. You and your team.” 

“You should be there Chat!” Ladybug urged. 

“Why? So I can be a passive observer as you, Alya, Nino, Luka, and the others can just casually talk about your infiltration that I have no say in?” Chat purposefully stated the identities he already knew to emphasise his impact. “You expect me to simply silently assent  as holders reveal themselves to a civilian ?Just like I had no say in everyone else getting to share their identities?”

“Chaton… this decision was not made lightly. I considered and discussed the consequences before implementing it.” As a subconscious defence mechanism, Ladybug’s vision fixated onto the bustling city before them. 

“Oh, from Alya, the person that you have who you can share your identity with?” Chat clawed. Even though he had Viperion to confide in, she didn’t know that. 

“YOU WEREN’T THERE!” Ladybug jumped to her feet screaming, causing Chat to droop. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry. This is just an im-paw-sible situation.” Chat knew he went too far. 

“I wanted to make these decisions with you.” Ladybug’s lips trembled as her tears ran. “I didn’t want anyone else by my side. You said you would be there. You said you wouldn’t leave.” 

Chat stood to hold the railing beside her. “Like I told you before, I never wanted to leave you. I promise, if it was up to me, you would’ve had to deal with me every night.” Trying to lighten the mood, he added, “Plus, I did cross my heart - so now I’m officially bound.” 

Ladybug, unsuccessfully, tried to hide her amusement at Chat’s comment. Seeing that her edges had softened, he pulled her against him. 

“We managed without you, but your absence was always apparent. You’re irreplaceable, Kitty.” Ladybug pecked him on his cheek before she pushed away. “Tomorrow, the meeting, at eighteen hours in the wax museum. The curator is letting us use a closed exhibit.” 

“I’ll be there.” Chat confirmed as he watched her zip away. Once she was out of his sight, he shook his head in disbelief. 

Flash your babydoll eyes all you want, I know I was replaced long before I got out of the hospital. 

-

“Man, it is so weird to be here after what happened. Why do you think Adriens old man offed himself?” Nino carelessly asked as himself, Luka, and Alya stood in Adrien’s room feeding their Kwamis. 

Luka ignored his comment, distracting himself by observing what Adrien had in his room; Alya, however, gave Nino a sharp jab. 

Adrien's room was littered with Ladybug memorabilia. 

“It was nice having Chat back, hey?” Luka was searching to identify what they knew. 

“Yeah, so weird that he left Ladybug high and dry. Considering how much that dude loves her, something must have come up.” Nino’s response indicated to Luka that Ladybug had not shared Chat’s illness. Luka began sifting through a stack of Ladybug photos, increasing his envious reaction to Nino’s comment. 

“Maybe he’ll tell us more at the meeting tomorrow.” Alya joined Luka’s Ladybug snooping. 

Luka’s fingers tightened around the photos. “What meeting?” 

“Oh shit, dude, I was supposed to tell you, there’s a meeting tomorrow about Adrien.” Nino chimed in. 

Luka couldn’t imagine why Ladybug would get Nino to tell him above anyone else. Alya would have at least remembered. “And Chat’s going to be there?” 

“That’s probably what they’re talking about now.” Alya set the images she was holding back down. 

Sass, seeing the distress building in Luka, spoke to the room. “You should all get back, it might begin to appear suspicious if you stay in Adrien’s room for too long.”

Grateful for Sass’ intervention, Luka nodded. 

Alya began pushing Nino out of the room as Luka slowly trailed behind them. Checking his phone, he saw ‘one new message from Adrien’. 

Adrien: Did you know?! That the whole team is freely talking about identities? Or that I’m about to have an entourage that will endanger my ability to do ANYTHING? 

Groaning, Luka walked towards the railing. He scanned for Adrien amidst the pulsating crowd. 

Thanks to the densely populated room, Adrien easily reentered without bringing attention to himself. He couldn’t help but shiver at the familiar feeling that no one seemed to notice, or cared, that he was gone. Searching through the gyrating guests, he worked to find someone he wasn’t irritated with. Which, considering the celebration, was an oddly daunting task. His pubescent dream of having a room full of people, just for his birthday, had come true; but akin to any real dream, it was not the utopic experience he imagined. 

Adrien chuckled at the irony as he spotted the yellow jacket berating the bartender. Of course the one person that’s managed to piss everyone else off was the one person he wasn’t mad at. Misery loves company, and I could use a drink anyway. 

“Adrikens!” Chloe shouted as he approached the bar. She jumped on him, causing him to instinctively lift her in a hug. “Do you like your party?” 

“I am undeserving of your greatness!” Adrien joked as he bowed, holding her hand in front of him. 

“Oh, it was really nothing.” She blushed as she returned a courtesy. “Have you tried your drink yet?” 

“I have a drink?” Considering he rarely indulged, he was surprised to learn that he had a cocktail crafted in his design. 

“Of course! It’s a little bit fruity.” She paused to allow him to catch her joke. “Passion fruit syrup, bourbon, fresh mint, soda, and a squeeze of lime.” 

“Aweh, fruity with a kick.” Adrien grinned as he nodded to the bartender to pour him one. 

“Quite in character, if I do say so myself.” Chloe glowed at her successful choice of beverage. “Also, it’s still low calorie for your self-obsession over image.” 

“Hey!” Adrien pushed out his lower lip as he reached for his drink. “It’s not like I was given much of a choice!” 

Smirking, Chloe tapped the bar. “We’ll get two shots of tequila too.” 

Before the bartender had a chance to fill the glasses, Adrien had nearly finished his cocktail. The warmth of the bourbon softened his stance. “Make that four,” he sucked the last drops of his drink, “and another one of these.”

“Ooo, you came to play, Agreste.” 

He picked up the first shot, indicating a cheers. “To drinking to forget.”  

Both of them swung their heads to the side as their faces puckered at the tequila.  

“Are you sure you want to forget that cutie checking you out?” Chloe, with her shot glass still in hand, motioned to Luka at the railing above. 

Groaning, Adrien turned to the next set of shots. “If I drink enough, maybe I’ll forget the last hour too.” 

Clinking once again, he downed his third ounce of liquor. 

“Hey, at least he’s still looking at you. Sabrina pretends I’m a ghost.” Chloe stared into the empty shot glass. 

“It’s her loss!” Adrien kissed Chloe on the cheek as he grabbed his freshly filled drink. “I gotta deal with a brooding blue haired man.” 

“Don’t do anything stupid, Adrikens!” Chloe said in a jovial tone, but with serious intent. 

“Oh, you haven’t heard? Gabriel ensured that I was the image of perfection. I’m not allowed to be stupid.” He motioned over his body, slightly spilling his drink. 

With rolled eyes, Chloe turned back to the bartender. “Why is my drink empty? Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!” 

“Those went down fast,” Luka stated as Adrien stumbled towards him. 

“Yeah, I figured out that someone pretty important to me was hiding something.” Adrien sipped his drink to force away the emerging ache. “Just like everyone else.” 

“Adrien, I didn’t know.” Luka went to brush the hair from Adrien’s eyes. 

Pushing Luka’s hand away, Adrien continued to bask in his self-loathing. “No, I get it. You don’t need to throw scraps to the stray cat.” 

“Stop.” Luka growled. 

Adrien’s head bobbed as he watched the crowd below him. “None of these people will notice if I’m gone.” 

Luka grabbed Adrien’s hand and pulled him into his room, slamming the door behind him. Before Luka could open his mouth, Plagg jumped out. 

“I would notice! I WOULD! You need to pull yourself together!” Plagg yowled in anguish. 

Adrien slumped against the door, allowing it to lead him to the floor. “I’m trying.” Tears began to pull to the surface. “No matter what I do, I’m just fucked. Why would anyone else want to be around me?” His voice had lowered to a whisper. “I don’t want to be around me.” 

Luka sat in front of Adrien, but once again, Plagg interjected. 

“No one wants to be around you? This house is full! Snake Boy is basically crying over you. And what about me? Stop telling yourself no one else cares to make it easier for you to hate yourself.” 

Adrien defiantly finished his drink while fighting with his tears. 

“That’s more blunt than I would have said it, but he’s right.” Luka ran the back of his fingers along Adrien’s cheek. 

“You agree that you’re basically crying over me?” Adrien chided through his tears, now flowing without resistance. 

Luka raised one side of his lips and titled his head to indicate a partial agreement. 

“You really didn’t know?” Adrien’s watery eyes met Luka’s. 

Luka tensed his lips as he slowly shook his head.

“Okay.” Adrien allowed his anger to evaporate. Laying on the ground, he set his head in Luka’s lap. 

“You really are a cat at heart, aren’t you?” Luka scratched behind his ear, inciting a small purr. 

“Meow,” Adrien mimicked claws in the air, bringing a laugh to Luka’s lips. 

“I love your laugh.” Adrien’s words were barely audible. 

For the first time, in the years that Luka had known him, Adrien’s melody was a gentle harmony. 

The door forcibly swung open, sending Plagg to transambulate through the nearest dresser. Chloe, visibly inebriated, began talk-shouting. “How dare she ignore my existence, for MONTHS, and then she finally speaks to me to - get this - introduce me to her new girlfriend!” 

Adrien wasn’t ready to leave his place on Luka’s lap. “That bitch.” His empty words were muffled by Luka’s jeans. 

“Seriously! The gall of that girl!” Chloe huffed while pouring tequila into three plastic cups she had taken from downstairs. 

“There’s no way she was as pretty as you, Chlo.” Adrien’s lips curled to a smile as Luka continued petting him. 

“Well, of course not, but that’s not the point!” Chloe shoved one of the cups into Luka’s hand.

Luka was enjoying being a passive observer in their interaction. Most of the stories he’d heard about Chloe up to this point were spoken with distaste; but, when Chloe and Adrien were together both of their masks fell. Adrien’s responses were automatic, a sign of practised familiarity. Luka went to sip at the neat tequila that Chloe had poured him, but was stopped by Chloe’s finger curling around the edge of his cup as she continued to talk. 

“It was just so rude! You have to at least have the awkward ex ‘oh hey, yeah my life’s been great’ conversation before you bring a new girl into the house!” Luka watched in bewilderment as she squeezed a lime, that seemingly appeared out of thin air, into his drink. She pushed it back to him without skipping a beat. “That’s, like, etiquette right?” 

“You can’t expect everyone to be as poised as you, that’s an impossible bar.” Adrien continued to nuzzle further into Luka’s lap. 

Luka sipped at his drink with a silly grin. 

“Duh! But that is just common sense. Like, you, blue hair,” Chloe snapped her fingers at Luka. 

“His name is Luka, Chloe.” 

“Ugh, fine, Luka! You had the awkward ex chat before dating anyone else after that awful Du-Pain Cheng girl, didn’t you?” 

Taking a larger swig to allow his cheeks to puff, Luka nodded. He did not want to think about the Marinette-loves-Adrien mess. 

“See, even dock workers have common decency.” Her opaque words were softened by her pulling Luka’s cup closer once again. 

Keeping his head still, Adrien lifted his gaze to her. “Chloe, if you insult Luka one more time, I’m going to bring Sabrina’s new girlfriend up here.” 

“*Gasp* you wouldn’t!” She flung her hand to her mouth.

“Be nice to Luka, we like him.” 

“Ugh, fine!” She acted as if she hadn’t already approved of Luka, and wasn’t continually checking his drink level in an attempt to take care of him. 

Amused, Luka returned to sipping his drink. 

“Just come back to the party Adrikens, pleeaaassseee,” she began to whine. 

“Depends.” Adrien began to raise his head from Luka’s lap. 

Before Chloe had a chance to question the dependent factor, Adrien pressed his cheekbone against Luka’s face. “What do you think, Luka?” 

“Pleaaaassseeee,” Chloe shuffled on her knees towards Luka. 

Luka wrapped his arm behind Adrien, enabling him to brush his finger along Adrien’s flushed cheek. “It’s hard to say no to that,” he lightheartedly replied. 

“Ha! That’s exactly what my dad says!” She bounded to her feet. 

“And that’s a whole other bag of problems for a different night.” Adrien smoothly stood to his feet, offering a hand to Luka. 

“Well don’t just go airing my dirty laundry, now!” Chloe playfully snapped as she pushed the drink she had poured for Adrien into his hands. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Smiling, Chloe smoothed Adrien’s clothes and patted down his stray hair. As a final touch, she pecked him on the cheek, and pushed his chin high. “Perfect. Let’s go, birthday boy.” 

The buzzing warmth that Adrien had flooded through Luka was quick to fall once they stepped out of the doorway. Regret coursed through Luka as Adrien switched to socialite mode. 

Author's Notes:

In case anyone was wondering, when Chat was "gesturing dramatically" I couldn't stop picturing Deadpool.

Disclaimer * The characters and original plot were written and created by Thomas Astruc. This writing is merely an interpretation in a sad gay type of way.

[xevrq]

Shut up

Ft. Childe & Scaramouche

Cw: mm yes kissing, probs ooc, the reader can be seen as a harbinger, childe and scara real name. Short on scara part

Reader pronoun: Not mentioned

Summary: Your partner have been talking about a certain topic for what seems like hours, and you couldn't get yourself to finish your work. So what will you do to shut them up?

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Ajax aka Childe

How long has it been? Since this certain ginger haired guy or you could say your own boyfriend rambles about how his days in liyue went, you would love to hear him rambles about his liyue days but.... the problem is you couldn't get yourself to finish your work. Especially your report card.

And the way he keeps repeating the name Zhongli for some reason. "And then i met this guy named zhongli-" "he never brings his wallet nor checks the price tags when i was buying him stuff!" "And then Turns out he's the rex lapis himself?!".

You kinda wanna laugh at his statement until you looked at your report card with a written Zhongli in the end of a sentence, it seems that you accidentally written his name eh?

sighing up, you tried to cover the mistake you did only for the ink to end up smudged.

From afar, you could see your boyfriend figure who is still rambling about how his days went in liyue while leaning his back on the wooden door frame. You were thinking about a way to get this ginger headed boy to shut up so you could do your work peacefully, until a certain idea flew over your head.

"Hey ajax" you called him, no response. "Hey!" This time a bit louder, still no response. "CHILDE HELLO??" you finally yelled. And he snapped out of his thought "AH.. uhm sorry, what is it?" He turned his gaze at you, he could see that your expression were somehow pissed.

"could you come here for a second? I need your help with something" you said organizing the stack of paperwork.

"What do you need my help with hm?" He smirked while walking toward your working desk.

"This" you stated showing him some paper with a rather small writing, "and bend down you can't see it"

"Whose papers is this? The handwriting is rather small reminds me of— Oomph!" Just before he could finish his own sentence you pulled his shirt collar for a rather harsh and deep kiss. Too bad, It lasted only for a few moment before you pulled away gasping for air.

"And that will shut you up." Returning your gaze to the report card and paperwork again. leaving your boyfriend standing there looking at you. dumbfounded.

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Kunikuzushi aka Scaramouche

Scaramouche or kunikuzushi himself is rather hard to fluster, but.. today is a bit different he seems rather pissed. Just without asking you could already know what he's up to.

From your desk you could already see his sour expression, how he's grumbling about how his subordinate was being annoying or uncooperative, And then to how his days went.

You, yourself was stuck in an endless paperwork and a report card to fill.

You would've want to shut him up but... its scaramouche, you know how it'll end up right? So you tries to think if there's any way to shut this gremlin mouth up.

"And then this one agent tries to issue his own order, such a nuisance"...."and tartaglia, that ginger. He keeps annoying me about my big hat!" and so on and so on.

Giving up on your paperwork, you stand up and walked toward the sofa your boyfriend was sitting in.

"What?" He said, "nothing.. im just, tired. Need a rest right now" before sitting down on the sofa.

"Wanna know an efficient way to shut someone up?"..."what?" He turned his gaze at you

"You do this" you abruptly grabbed (softly) him by the chin and pulled him for a kiss. Too bad due to your tired body and mind you can only give him a soft tender kiss. It lasted for a few second before you pull your face away from him.

"Now if you'll excuse me, im going to rest" plopping yourself comfortably on your boyfriend lap. "Stay... here.. okay?" Before drifting into an slumber.

You failed to notice his flustered face and the little smile on his face. Guess his day got better then?

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Finally finished, sorry if its short lmao. Anw wish me luck, gonna have my math exam soon<3

[megistusdiary]

girl i am obsessed w the way you write kaeya you are feeding my brainrot god bless you 🙏🙏

if you don’t mind me requesting another (*evil laughter*) may i ask for one where reader’s s/o breaks up with them so they go to kaeya for comfort since they’ve been best friends since their childhood. little did reader know kaeya has had feelings for them for awhile (and reader felt the same way just didn’t want to admit). idk what to add for the rest because it’s late and my brain is fried but one of them makes a move (prob wld be kaeya tbh, i see him saying something like “lemme show you what he couldn’t do”) on the other and they end up hooking up (i’m awful at explaining stuff i’m sorry if it’s confusing 😭)

fem reader btw, also can you maybe make it kinda soft :,) - 🔮 :D

hi 🔮 anon!! sorry it took me a bit to get to your ask ;w; also im so glad you enjoy my writing that's literally my whole goal. also absolutely love this idea tysm ♡ this is super long so 💀

warnings: dom!kaeya and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

oral (f!receiving), kaeya calls reader 'sweetheart, angel, pretty girl,' soft/sweet tbh, consent!, overstim, cussing

kaeya's arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you to his chest. your face was buried in his shoulder, tears soaking through the fabric of his shirt.

he gently smoothed his hand down your back, coaxing you to relax as he listened to you mumble about your ex. he frowned as he felt you shake in his grasp, complaining that all you wanted was 'to be happy.'

"hey, look at me, sweetheart." kaeya moved one of his hands to your cheek. you lifted your head, allowing him to wipe away the tears with his thumb. "they were an asshole anyways. you deserved better." kaeya commented as you smiled a bit. "there's that pretty smile. come on, you've gotta admit it. were you ever actually happy in your relationship?"

his question made you freeze. your lips opened to speak, but nothing came out. was he...right? you couldn't think of any specific times you genuinely felt loved. you really just chose them to be a placeholder for-

no, no. absolutely not. kaeya is off the table. he's been your best friend since you were kids. as if that wattpad shit would ever happen in real life.

kaeya took your silence as the answer he was looking for, humming and leaning his head back against the wall. he could tell you were unhappy, and it pained him to see you this way. in fact, all he really wanted to do was ask you out himself. he knew everything you liked, your favorite colors, the music you enjoyed, your little nervous habits, the-

"kaeya?" your voice shook him from his thoughts as he turned to look back at you. and by the archons, you looked so cute on his lap. your face was still puffy from crying, but the tears had stopped spilling.

"yeah?" he asked, trying to focus on anything but the way you leaned on his chest.

you took a sharp breath when you noticed how close you were to him. your noses could touch if you leaned in any further. it made your face feel warm when he did lean in, eyes going wide.

"just say it, pretty girl. i won't judge you for-"

"you were right, okay? i wasn't happy with my ex. they were just someone i got with because i wanted a temporary distraction from my-" you stopped as kaeya's uncovered eye widened.

wasting no time, he sat up, catching you when you almost fell off the couch. "is this a confession?"

your mouth went dry, and no words came out as you stuttered. "uh- well, i-only if you want it to be?"

"are you kidding? sweetheart, i've liked you since we were kids." kaeya grinned as you hid your face back in his shoulder.

"say you're serious." your voice was muffled by his jacket as he pulled you back, putting his fingers under your chin to hold your gaze.

"i'm dead serious. i thought you knew. figured you were getting with people because you wanted some quick satisfaction." he offered as you scoffed, a smirk growing on your face.

"as if. none of my exes have done anything that good anyways." you laughed, missing the way kaeya's hands slid to your waist.

"so, you're telling me, they never made you feel good?" he questioned you. it was an honest question, and you already knew the answer.

"not really." you admitted sheepishly. "usually i would just go home and, y'know." your breath grew shaky when he leaned in, his lips grazing your ear.

"what did you think about when you went home?" he asked you quietly.

"you." it was a shamefully quick response that had you covering your mouth. it only seemed to fuel kaeya as he leaned back to laugh. "kaeya, don't-"

"how would you like to try the real deal, hm? allow me to show you what your exes couldn't do in their dreams." he whispered, feeling your thighs shift closer to one another on his lap.

"if you want to-"

"no." kaeya pulled back, looking you in the eyes. "this is about you. do you want me to?"

"yes-" you answered, quickly following it with a "please."

kaeya pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours. he was much more gentle than you expected, treating you like a porcelain doll as he cupped your face with one palm.

he slowly moved back, trying to ignore your whines as he helped you up off the couch. "we're not doing this here, come on." he tugged you towards his bedroom, nudging the door closed behind you.

he allowed you to sit on his bed, feeling the fluffy blankets and getting a good look at his belongings. the cavalry captain stood in front of you, shrugging off his jacket as you leaned back with a small smile.

"what's this? a striptease?" you joked as he chuckled, continuing to unbutton his shirt. once he finished removing his gloves, he leaned over you, pressing gentle kisses to your neck.

his hands traced shapes around your shirt collar, looking up at you. "can i take this off?" you nodded eagerly, adjusting your body to help him remove the clothing as he flung it to land by his jacket.

he continued slowly stripping you until you found yourself in just your undergarments underneath him. you shyly covered yourself, feeling kaeya move your hands away and pin them to the bed.

"don't be shy now, angel. you're beautiful, you know that?" his words made your face feel warm as you averted your gaze to the ceiling.

you heard him chuckle before he slowly moved down your body, trailing kisses and tickling you with his fingertips. you shifted around, trying to get a good view as he stopped between your thighs.

he kneeled before you, eyes trained on your panties as he hummed, dancing his fingers along the band. "cute, though i think they'd look better on my floor." he looked up at you as you nodded, embarrassed as he slowly peeled the fabric off of you.

it was too late to feel shy now as kaeya spread your legs open, staying level with your pussy as you whined at him. "kaeya-"

"patience is a virtue, sweetheart." he reminded you, watching you lean back against the bed, fighting the urge to sit up. he pulled your thighs to rest on his shoulders, pressing his lips to your clit.

you let out a soft gasp at the sensation, hips jumping when he licked a few stripes on your clit. your hands took purchase in his hair, biting your lip when he sucked your clit lightly.

"shit- kaeya-" you moaned, embarrassment thrown out the window as you moved your hips against his face.

kaeya thought you were absolutely adorable like this. naked on his bed. with his lips around your clit. calling out his name. tugging his hair. crying out for him.

it felt like a dream come true. he had thought about treating you right for years, taking you out on a date himself, showing you all the things a proper man would do.

he also, of course, fantasized about you on his bed. and in the kitchen. and on the couch...

you tugged at his hair, pulling him back to reality as he trailed his tongue to circle your hole. you felt like you were on fire, pure pleasure coursing through your veins as you writhed on his blankets.

"you're close already, pretty girl? we just started." he smirked, ego being stroked at the sight of you already squirming and shaking.

"please, please, please." you begged him, feeling the buildup of your high approaching rapidly.

"hm...well i guess if you wanna come that badly. but don't say i didn't warn you." kaeya mumbled against your pussy, hastening the movements of his tongue.

you cries grew louder, and he held you down against the bed while he ate you out like a starved man. "oh- fuck!" you gasped, arching up against his firm grip.

he continued to lick over your clit, playing with the bud through your orgasm as you shivered. you relaxed into the bed, but slowly grew uncomfortable as kaeya continued.

"kaeya, i just came- hold on."

"oh, but i thought you wanted to come so bad? 'please, please, please' right?" kaeya grinned, staring up at you as he sucked on your clit. your hips jumped as you were thrown into overstimulation. "i'll have you screaming my name, angel."

[bellesowl]

oh no there’s only one bed!

- multiple characters

⤷ atsumu, kuroo, ushijima, sakusa

genre: fluff leaning towards crack ; kinda mutual pining?

okay so background info: y’all are bffs but are both completely and utterly enamored w each other

- a/n: hi! so i was scrolling through tiktok and saw this trope and was like huh and then this popped into my brain. also tsumu’s is kinda long sorry HAHJANA

- atsumu

cocky ass mf

super chill on the outside but freaking out™️ on the inside bc like wtf he gets to share a bed w the love of his life???

is probably already lying down on the bed when you get inside

you look around & .... what

only one bed

“where will i sleep?”

“idk, i’ll be sleeping on My bed, but feel free to join me” with a wink

KAKIYHA I HATE HIM

yeah but you sleep on the bed anyways

let’s pretend you like to sleep w the ac super cold and he doesn’t right so y’all prob argue abt it but he gives up & lets you make it colder

but ofc he grumbles the whole time

but after all that y’all finally get to sleep

so u wake up to go use the bathroom but can’t bc there’s a heavy weight keeping you in place

you wake up a little more are realize that you and tsumu are cuddling

he’s very warm and ur in love so you don’t mind it and cuddle closer to him

atsumu wakes up before you, surprised

he takes a couple minutes to admire you tho bc how tf are you so gorgeous w drool on your chin & ur mouth open

he kinda just ..... basks in your warmth

gives u a tiny peck on the forehead

okay then you wake up the next morning but are still very groggy

and hear “well look who cuddled next to me. you were cold, weren’t you?” whispered in your ear

you kinda are shocked bc

1. atsumu’s morning voice is so hot

2. wtf he snuggled up next to you???

but ur in no mood to argue so you just roll your eyes

“what time is it asshole?”

“it’s 9 am babe, you slept in”

okay ur shocked bc babe but it’s wtvr

“wtf u mean slept in, let’s go back to sleep mk?”

yeah y’all go back to sleep but before you do he pulls you in closer, and in a moment of bravery, he admits his feelings

ofc you tell him you love him back and he kisses your cheek bc “gross morning breath!” yeah he still kisses u on the lips right after, the simp and y’all cuddle for the rest of the day

- kuroo

i Know this mf is unbothered

he doesn’t want you to sleep on the floor but also he doesn’t wanna sleep on the floor so he suggests that you guys just sleep on the bed together

but Absolutely No Touching and Stay On Your Side

however

u didn’t expect kuroo to sleep with three (3) pillows

and the mf stole the blanket and everything

so you unconsciously scooted closer to get a little warmer bc the room is probably freezing

yeah you also end up using him as a pillow bc he stole all of yours

anyways y’all end up tangled together the next morning

you wake up first and freak out bc like that’s your longtime crush?&&! and he was so close to you ?&$&!

you trace the patterns of his face, from the curve of his nose to his sharp jawline

his lips slowly curve into a smile and he decides that he wants to wake up like this everyday for the rest of his life

and he decides to do something about it ;)

- ushijima

probably the most respectful of the group

like kuroo, he doesn’t want you to sleep on the floor but he also doesn’t wanna sleep on the floor

so his solution: pillow wall

it’s kinda a failsafe just in case one of y’all move a lot while sleeping lmao little did y’all know

toshi is def a cuddly sleeper

idk i just feel like the poor baby is touch starved >:(

so while y’all are asleep he kinda just... reaches over w his long ass arms and pulls you closer

it’s 100% unintentional but he has this little smile on his face like he’s having the best sleep of his life

anyways, he def wakes up first bc mans has to go on his morning run

but he wakes up, sees you- your head a hair away from his and your arms wrapped around him ... he just .... can’t leave

so for the First time he decides to skip the run

instead, he smiles and pulls you closer before drifting back to sleep

sorry babe you’ll have to tell him your feelings when you wake up because

1. he’s too oblivious to realize you like him back

2. it’s obvious he likes you back because of the way he’s holding onto your waist like his life depended on it <3

- sakusa

okay but tbh id be surprised if you could get him to sleep next to you

he’s def comfortable with you, seeing as though you always take the proper precautions to make him as comfortable as he can be

that’s why he fell in love with you in the first place

but to make him even more comfortable, y’all do that thing where you sleep under the comforter and he sleeps on top

but the problem is that he got super cold during the night

he shook you awake at like 3 in the morning with a “hey, are you awake?”

and ur like “no tf”

“i’m cold”

“okay what do u want me to do abt it”

he gives u the :(( face & you ask if he wants to get under the covers too

he obv agrees but you make sure to stay as far apart as possible

sakusa wakes up first and wow

he’s never slept that well in his entire life

he looks over at you, drool and all, and decides it’s because of you

he kisses your cheek before pulling you impossibly closer to him

you wake up a could minutes after and are greeted with him just kinda staring at you

you enjoy the warmth he gives off but then realize

“oh my god kiyoomi, i’m so sorry” you panic while trying to move away

he doesn’t let you, obv and is like

“i don’t mind, in fact, i never mind when it’s you”

you’re kinda stunned because did he just confess ???

spoiler alert: yeah he did

you tell him your feelings and y’all spend the rest of the day cuddling <3

a/n pt 2: yeah its like 3 am and this is not proofread at all but i hope you enjoyed it! also the tsumu one was so self indulgent HAHA

[isagisyoichi]

YOU MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL!

SYNOPSIS: niko as your boyfriend

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: niko ikki aka my boyfriend hello

WARNINGS: swearing, pretend all the boys go to the same school and they're all friends for plot, normalize not writing serious boys as someone that practically hates their s/o and never opens up to them god bless, also no such thing as ooc since we dunno shit ab him so everything i say is law. SUPER LONG LOL, it's like 2k+ words 😭

A/N: i love my boyfriend and i'm v happy about all the attention he's getting (even if he will prob will b subbed out 👎) this was fun to write bc i think he would b very soft as bf and also i hate the notion that stoic and serious = boring and detached in a relationship. also first post w the new user yayyyy rip yoichisagis an end of an era for realsies.

FOR: fox anon my beloved this one is for u😩

it takes a while for you two to get together, just because niko wants to think things through and be sure he’s making the right decision, as well as him being naturally apprehensive about this whole dating thing.

when you do eventually start going out, keep in mind you're probably his first real anything, so-

niko needs to take it slow for the first month or so because he needs time to adjust and get used to being in a relationship.

when he gets comfortable around you, niko starts to talk a lot more.

niko starts to talk about his interests more-soccer, stem stuff (idc i'll die by my hc that he's a stem boy), etc. and niko's really happy that you're genuinely interested in what he has to say :)

and as your relationship progresses, niko becomes more inclined to share his inner thoughts.

“this song is so bad, i hate it and how it's everywhere,” like, babe that sucks, but what do you want me to do, take it off the radio myself? 😭

you find out that niko’s kind of a hater LOL, but it’s okay, because it means he can be himself around you <3 and the mini debates you have with each other are fun.

he’s someone you can take shopping with you if you need a solid second opinion.

“ikki, is this cute?” you niko as you adjust the shirt you tried on in the fitting room mirror.

“no.” he’s so straight up LOL. “the blue one from earlier was better.”

“this one?”

“yeah, that one. you look really pretty in it.”

ngl though, niko’s not much of a mall person. he'd just follow you around like a little puppy LOL, but he doesn't mind too much because it's for you.

communication is important to niko!!!!! he wants someone that he can have real conversation about the things that matter to him, so he rly makes an effort to have that kind of connection with you.

niko's naturally funny but he isn't aware that he is lol.

but when he does try, i feel like his humor comes in the form of sarcasm and dry wit. likes poking fun at you here and there with a lighthearted jab.

"you're so weird, y/n," is the most common one.

niko’s naturally closed off emotionally (male aquarius 😒) but i, personally, think he’d really try and push himself to be more open with you, especially if you expressed for him to do so </3

he'd be really appreciative of someone patient and understanding of the fact that he doesn't open up easily, though.

but eventually, you become the person closest to him- niko confides in you a lot, which he’s grateful for because he usually holds everything in.

not one for pda or other lovey-dovey things in public, other than the occasional holding of hands but behind closed doors, niko’s so soft around you, it’s like he’s a completely different person.

also, i feel like niko’s real handsy with you, i get the vibe he’s super touch starved 😭

although it does take him a while to get used to physical affection, once he has, niko cannot get enough. he’s always touching you when he has no real reason to.

(and because you're his first relationship, i feel like it’s just natural that niko’s going to be kind of clingy towards you.)

“you okay, ikki?” you ask as niko suddenly wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“mhm,” he mumbles. “just wanna be close to you.”

niko likes when you sit on his lap when he’s on his computer. you can have your arms wrapped around his neck, your head resting in the crook of his neck, or you could just be on your phone or whatever, it doesn’t matter, niko just likes you near him.

you guys don’t really talk to each other when you do this, aside from niko occasionally checking up on you and asking if you need anything from him.

but other than that, you guys just enjoy each other's touch in silence. it’s one of his favorite things to do with you.

however, if you start kissing him in the middle of whatever he’s doing and keep it up for long enough, niko will drop everything to make out with you right then and there (also one of his favorite things to do with you).

speaking of kissing- you kiss niko first.

niko would try to plan your guys first kiss out because he wants everything to be perfect.

but, he ends up taking forever to execute it because he keeps overthinking and you can only wait so long before kissing him, so you take matters into your own hands.

his kisses are sloppy and juvenile at the beginning, but he’s smart and learns quickly what you do and don’t like.

likes being kissed on his jaw and forehead the most :')

if the team ever happens to see niko kissing you, they're gonna be so annoying 😭

"yooo niko's making big moves ‼️" "my son's growing up on me!😩" "good job *pats on the back*" and niko is red all over as he drags you away from them, muttering about how childish and annoying they are 😭.

but, they're all very supportive of you guys, even if they're embarrassing as hell 🙄.

they even give niko relationship advice- which luckily, he doesn’t follow (most of the time), because, let’s be honest, if you're getting unsolicited dating tips from a bunch of teenage boys, it’s probably bad 😭.

you’re the only person niko shows his forehead to. just know that having the opportunity to see it means that niko trusts you more than anyone else :’)

repay his trust by kissing his forehead lovingly and showering him with compliments whenever you can !!!!!!!!!!

“y/n, why’re you so embarrassing,” niko says under his breath, blushing as you hold his face and litter soft kisses on his forehead, rambling about how cute he is.

always looks for you in the bleachers when he has a game and you’re always the first person he talks to after.

and the fact that you make an effort to come as often as you can means sooo much to him. definitely considers you to be his biggest fan.

real classy with nicknames- uses “my love/love,” and “darling,” the most.

his favorite petname from you is "pretty boy." gives him butterflies each time he hears it.

the first time you call him that, he's confused, but after you explain that being called pretty is basically the highest compliment a boy can receive, he gets all soft on you.

only uses instagram to like and comment on your pictures and that's it 😭.

comments stuff like “you're so pretty” and "beautiful," without any emojis because niko refuses to use them LOL.

remembers the compliments you give him! they help with his self esteem and i feel like he values your opinion a lot.

so, tell him all about how cute and smart and talented and hot and funny he is and how much you love him and he'll replay it in his head 24/7.

i think he prefers to be the big spoon, unless he's sad- then he really wants you to hold him.

niko gives me homebody vibes, so expect relaxed dates, but still nice, yk?

what i mean is niko's not gonna take you out to get gas station food and call it a day 😭 he's classier than that and he always puts in effort towards dates.

he always plans them ahead of time and takes into consideration what he thinks you'd enjoy. and he insists on paying 🤗.

but, niko always does something special for days like your birthday or an anniversary, like go somewhere fancy if you wanted to or buy a nice gift you've been eyeing for a while.

helps you with your schoolwork, 100%. most of the time niko tutors you because he wants you to actually learn the material, but if you're feeling lazy and just wanna get it over with, niko will just give you the answers.

this is a big deal because i love him and all but, niko gives me the vibe he's super stingy with his work 😭.

"this is the last time i'm going to just give you the answers, y/n." niko sighs out. "you have to start doing your homework by yourself."

niko's said that dozen of times but he's still giving you the answers free of charge. can you guys say #whipped 🤣?

LOL speaking of school, if you ever text him during class, i highly doubt that niko would entertain you 😭😭 (it's out of love, though)

y/n 💗: hiii baby imy 🥰

pretty boy: do your work, y/n.

y/n 💗: ALL I DID WAS SAY HI

pretty boy: pay attention.

y/n 💗: fine ur so lame 👎

pretty boy: whatever you say. i miss you too, by the way.

he likes to moves your hair out your face because he wants to see your pretty face better.

which is why you have to do the same with him 🥰!!!!!! makes him blush like crazy.

gets soooo soft when you post him or even take pictures of you and him together :') just the thought of you wanting to show him off makes him soooo happy.

he won't entertain you if you make a tiktok, though LOL. he's very stubborn in his belief that it's stupid.

just stands in the background with his arms crossed if you try to make him do a dance or something 😭 (he does think you look cute, though).

niko has such nice eyelashes but i doubt he's aware of it 'cause he's, y'know, a boy 🙄.

"my eyelashes are ... cute?" he questions. niko wasn't even aware that such a trivial thing like his eyelashes could be considered cute.

"yes, oh my god," you gush. "they're so long and nice, i wish mine were like that," you groan, examining yours through the camera of your phone.

"you're so weird, y/n," he says, a blush staining his cheeks. "your eyelashes are nicer," he mumbles as he kisses your forehead.

he's one of those people that prefers to be alone, but you're the exception. you know?

niko likes to keep to himself most of the time, but that whole thing doesn't apply to you, because he'd choose to be with you over being alone anytime :')

[newtonsheffield]

Hey Molly 🤗 so Sunday is actually my birthday... and I was wondering if maybe.. juuuuust maybe we could get some ACUPOP fluff? Or spice? Or maybe a bit of both? 😉

Happy Birthday my Dude!

Well, I mean, It is Spicy Sunday after all so I feel like... We can probs do some spice. Maybe some Post getting back together pre vow renewal spice?

It happened every morning now, Kate would wake up, momentarily startled by the weight around her waist, by the nose pressed against her neck, the legs intertwined with hers. Maybe it was odd, but in the thirteen years since they'd been pulled apart, she'd never slept beside another man. She'd slept with other men, sure, when she'd talked herself into dating when Edmund was small, and they'd always end in a quick, pretty unsatisfying fuck, always glad to get home at the end of the night and see Edmund who looked more and more like the person she'd wished she had every day. But now she was glad of it.

Glad of the fact that she still had this, at least this would always just be Anthony's, waking up together slowly, the way his eyes adjusted slowly, widening at first when he saw her, a soft smile creeping onto his face, his hair rumpled making her heart flutter stupidly. So beautifully, perfectly, stupidly happy in this moment. Anthony's lips soft when they brushed hers, his eyes shining at her.

"Morning."

"Morning."

He leaned forward again, claiming her lips softly, his tongue tangling lazily with hers, as though they had all the time in the world. And really, it seemed as though they did, forever stretching on in front of them endlessly.

"You look really beautiful in the morning." Anthony hummed, resting his chin on her shoulders, his bare chest hot against hers, letting his hips settled between hers effortlessly, still so comfortable with each other after all this time, it was incredible.

Kate rolled her eyes, "You're just saying that to get into my pants."

Anthony's eyes lit up as he let out a mock gasp, looking around dramatically, "Look at that! It worked!"

His smile as he rolled his hips down into hers stole something from her chest along with the groan, or at least it would have done; if she had anything left to give him.

"You're ridiculous." It came out as a breathy little noise when Anthony's lips trailed down her chest, his tongue following after his teeth, soothing the skin.

"You love it. That's why you moved back in with me last night." His grin was really too smug.

He'd marched up to MAry's yesterday, full of unnecessary bluster and practically screamed, "I want you and Edmund to move in with me. I want us to be married again, I love you, both of you, and I want us to be a family, we've already wasted so much time."

"Are you done?" Kate had sighed waiting for Anthony to nod, startled, before gesturing to the suitcases packed in the corner of the room, "Good, because your son and I want to come home."

"You do have -Oh that's nice- A very nice house." Anthony's hand had slipped between her legs while he sat her up, so her legs were thrown out behind him, straddling his lap.

His eyes suddenly serious, "I bought this house for you, all those years ago. I'd already bought it when you left."

Something into made her want to hold on, and never let go, burning white hot for him.

"I love you." She couldn't help it, his hand still move over her, into her, desperate gasps and whines pulled from her body, pushing her towards an end she wasn't sure she could reach.

"I love you, I missed you ." It was muffled by her chest, his head nestled there, and Kate couldn't help but laugh.

"Me or just my tits?"

Anthony grinned up at her as his fingers twisted and she shuddered against, soft waves crashing over her as he let himself be clutched to her. "Well, I am a very big... supporter of the girls."

The fingers he'd just pulled from between her legs went to his lips, his chest heaving with a slightly obscene groan as he sucked them gently, his eyes locked with hers, the other hand tight on her chest.

Kate couldn't take any more of it. she rolled them, quickly, delighting a little in the fact his breath seem to whoosh! from him as his back hit the mattress, his hands slipping to her thighs, holding her legs tight around his waist as she tugged down his boxer shorts, something possessive burning in her chest as he stared up at her, his eyes burning, desperate, and happy, and handsome. And hers.

"Watch them then."

She didn't give him any time to ponder the thought, her hips snapping down to his immediately, a sharp

Fuck, Baby falling from his lips, her hands covering his on her thighs. And it felt so ridiculously good, just like it always had with Anthony, moving in almost perfect sink as they moved together towards the end, no hurrying or racing, just their hips grinding, his hands roaming, his eyes fixing her in place hot against her skin, the praise falling from his lips relentlessly

Oh Kate, I thought about you here all the time, and it was never this good Baby, never could be. You feel so perfect, fucking look at you, stunning. Take it babe, take what you need.

It was nearly too much, she could feel them both starting to fall apart, her stomach clenching, her fingernails digging in to his chest as she moaned and gasped his name against him, being pushed higher and higher, his movements erratic as their eyes locked together and they both fell over the edge, her vision blurring for just a second as Anthony shuddered against her, his head falling to rest against her chest, his voice breathless, incredulous.

"Turns out we're still really fucking good at well... fucking I suppose."

Kate couldn't help but roll her eyes, "I'd argue with you but I'm hoping you'll let me sit on your face before Neddy wakes up, I remember you being very good at that."

Anthony fell back against the pillows almost immediately, already trying to tug her up his body, clearing his throat, "I'm still very good at it, spread your legs Katie."

And sure, the teeth marks in Anthony's hand where she'd bit down as he smothered her scream were awkward to explain as Anthony made French toast, and promised to take Edmund shopping to decorate what was now his room, but Kate couldn't help but think it was a little worth it.

[falcqns]

I know that I'm boring and that you'll probably block me if I request something again, but you're the only one who always writes request, so thanks in advance. ❤💕 Well, I thought of this, Henry as my husband entered the bedroom where I'm in bed with Kal sleeping barely covered by a blanket in panties only because I started to sleep like this like Henry. It can be always smutty smut like you perfectly write it. ❤

Big Brat

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Smut! Fluff, bratty Henry (like big brat), use of sign language, slight angst at the end 

A/N: I would never block you love! I absolutely love getting requests! I’m sorry this took so long to get to, I just started my second semester of college, and I have way more classes, plus a baby and some other drama which I’ll probs rant about later lmao. I hope you enjoy!

Henry had been downstairs in his office, playing Cyberpunk for hours. Due to an injury on set, he couldn't film, so he was stuck at home. You had hung out with him for a few hours while he played, but eventually made your way upstairs when you became too tired.

“Text me when you’re done so I can help you up the stairs, kay?” You had asked. He agreed with a smile. His injury wasn’t too bad, but he still had trouble going up and down the stairs, and his pain got worse at night, so you made it your full time job to help him. 

However, you should have known he wouldn’t listen. While he was grateful for your help, when he glanced at the clock and saw that it read 2:13 am, he knew he wouldn't wake you. He wasn’t THAT injured. 

He saved the game, and turned off the computer before slowly limping his way out of his office. He glanced around the downstairs of his home, and didn't see Kal, so he knew that the big bear was upstairs with you. He took a deep breath before making the journey up the stairs. 

He walked into the room, and his breath caught in his throat. You were nestled under the covers, with Kal snoring beside you. You had pulled the majority of the blanket to your chest, and had your right arm and right leg thrown over top of it, cuddling it. His eyes made the journey from your face, down your body, and stopping when he noticed you weren't wearing any pants, only blue panties.

He let out a low groan, and quickly stripped out of his clothes, before sitting down on the bed in his boxers.

He pet Kal in between the ears, gently coaxing the Akita awake.

The bear let out a low growl before turning to look at his dad in annoyance, sending a chuckle through Henry’s chest. 

“Sorry, buddy, daddy’s gotta go to bed so you have to move,” He whispered, and watched in amusement as the dog grunted in annoyance, but complied, jumping off the bed and making his way to his own.

Kal jostled the bed as he jumped off, which woke you up. 

“Henry? Why didn't you text me?” You asked, and watched as he slowly laid his body down, gripping his injured leg and easing it up and onto the bed.

“You were asleep, I didn’t want to disturb you,” He reasoned, as his head hit the pillow.

You sighed in annoyance, propping your arm up on your elbow, your head in your hand.

“You could have hurt yourself more,” 

Henry scoffed, and ran his fingers through your hair. “But I didn't,” He whispered, and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. You smiled into the kiss, your annoyance melting away the second his skin touched yours. “God, you look beautiful.” He mumbled into the kiss, his left hand running up your legs and coming to rest on top your panty covered hip.

You giggled whilst pulling away. 

“Hen, your doctor said no strenuous activity for a least two weeks while your leg heals,” You reminded him, a knowing smile on your face. His head fell back once more, before sighing. “You don’t want to have to tell Lauren that you can't film for even longer because you had sex with your wife and hurt your leg even more, do you?” 

He gave you a side eye look. “No.” You chuckled as he covered his bare chest with his arms, crossing them. “it’s not fair,” He complained.

You rolled your eyes, and laid down. “Sometimes life isn't, my dear.” All you got was a grunt in response.

You rolled over, laughing at your husbands childish antics. You threw the comforter over your body, and tossed some to him, choosing to ignore the way he pushed it off moments later, obviously deciding to be a brat about the whole situation. 

“I love you,” You said in a singsong voice.

“No, you don't.” He grunted, a sniffle following moments later. You flipped over and almost laughed in annoyance at what you saw. He had his arms crossed over his chest still, his eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance, and tears were streaming down his cheeks.

“Are you seriously crying because I won't fuck you?” 

He snapped his head to glare at you. “Yes,”

“Why?” You asked, exasperated at his attitude.

“Because, I walked in and saw my beautiful wife wearing the blue panties I bought for her while filming Mission, and she won't even let me sleep with her because I’ll ‘hurt myself’,” He said, putting the last two words in air quotes.

“First of all, you're being a brat, second of all, you will hurt yourself.”

He scoffed again before answering. “No, I won't!”    

You breathed out through your nose before continuing. “Hen, that’s exactly what you said about the stupid stunt! And guess what, you hurt yourself, which is why we’re in this stupid situation.”

He sighed, before rolling over, you following and rolling to the other side.

You felt him roll back a few minutes later and had to mentally prepare yourself for the sheer stupidity that was sure to spill from his mouth.

“You could ride me.”

You eyes flew open, and your body flipped to face him again. 

“What?”

“You heard me.” “Obviously I heard you, you dingus, but no, I am not doing that.” “Please?” He begged.

You laid down again, and closed your eyes. “I’ve said no. You haven't listened to a word I’ve said, argued about every little thing, and are refusing to stop being a brat and just go to sleep! Its almost 3 am,”

He sighed again, and you felt your patience running out. “But, baby-” He began to say before you lost it.

You sat up and threw the blankets off of you before tugging off the panties and tossing them on the floor. You pushed Henry on his back and climbed on him.

“Shut up.” You demanded, and he opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, your hand slapping to his mouth. “I said shut up. You’ve pissed me off, so I’m going to ride you until I cum, and then I’m going to bed. I don't give two shits wether or not you finish. Now. Shut. Up.”

His eyes widened, and his hands ran up your legs, before you slapped one of them.

“You don't get to talk, you don’t get to touch. You’re in trouble, this is your punishment.” He sighed in annoyance, but accepted his fate.

You fished him out of his underwear and to your surprise, he was rock hard. You pumped him a few times, and glared up at him when he let out a moan.

“I said no talking!”

He opened his mouth to speak, but decided not to, instead communicating through sign language.

‘Thats not talking.’ He signed. You mentally cursed yourself for helping him learn sign language when he saw you communicating with a child at work who was deaf.

“No sounds.” You growled. He rolled his eyes and brought his straight hand up from his neck to his chin and pointing at you.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you too,” You said, before guiding him inside you.

You didn't give him time to adjust being inside you, instead you immediately started bouncing on him, and letting out moans.

Henry had his eyes squeezed shut, and his lip was trapped in between his teeth in an attempt to silence his moans. His hands were balled up and gripping the bedsheets underneath him as well.

You chuckled at him and stopped bouncing to grind your hips against his.

“If you would have waited until tomorrow morning, I would have willingly rode you,” You growled out, the pleasure from riding him quickly growing in your lower belly. “But, no, you had to be a stubborn little shit and piss me off.”

Henry locked eyes with you, pleading you to let him touch you. 

“I said no.” You grunted, riding him even faster. You could feel your clit catching on his hip every once in a while, and it was slowly bringing you to the edge.

By the look on Henry’s face, he was close too, but you didn't care about his pleasure. He had been selfish, now it was your turn.

You bounced on him as fast as you could, your head thrown back, and your hands gripping your husbands large pecs.

“Fuck, even when I’m mad at you, you still make me feel so fucking good,” You cried out. You were teetering on the edge, so you reached your hand in between your legs and rubbed your clit quickly, which threw you over the edge.

You came on Henry, crying and rocking, the waves of pleasure that crashed down on you seemly never-ending. 

You felt him tense up just as you were coming down from your high, and immediately moved off of him. He stared at you in confusion as you grabbed your panties off the ground and slipping them on, before grabbing your phone and walking towards the door.

You turned back to look at him. “I’m still very mad at you, so I’m sleeping in the guest room. If you touch yourself, I will not sleep with you until you’ve finished filming.” You said, before walking out the door, letting it slam shut behind you.

Henry sighed in desperation, but let you go. He’d make it up to you tomorrow, but he was too tired to do anything tonight, even finish himself off.

He rolled on his side carefully, and cuddled your pillow into his chest. He drifted off to the thought of you, wishing you were sleeping next to him.

[its-deputy-caleb]

hello! can i have some touch starved micah with a gentle and caring fem or gn reader?? thank you :))

omg yess anon, u can have touch starved micah any day! now ngl its like 3AM and i decided to write these after such a long day so this probs makes no sense and i didn't like the way they turned out at all so i might fix it up later

but still please enjoy this mess and a friendly reminder to anyone that reads this that my rdr requests are still open (but dw there's still more to come) i'm just really enjoying getting back into red dead!!

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It had been a relatively long night for Micah, or so you’d noticed as you watched him leaning against a tree for almost the entire afternoon and long into the night, just sharpening his knife and mumbling under his breath.

You knew something was bothering him and apart of you couldn’t help but be a little worried and it wasn’t because of the robbery you have with him the next day. No, deep down you had a soft spot for him.

But Micah Bell had his walls up high even around someone like you who is one of the few people he considers a friend. Talking to him, little alone approaching him is more of a challenge than a bet in five finger fillet and you had an inkling that he’d appreciate being alone.

So with a heavy sigh you stood from your place at the campfire, bid the last few remaining members a goodnight and headed towards your tent— there needed to be one of you with at least four hours of sleep, otherwise you’d never be able to pull off this robbery.

As you turned around to close the flaps in your tent, you couldn’t help but notice Micah’s gaze directed at you and it had been since you stood to leave. When your eyes met his own and you gave a soft smile he immediately turned his attention back to the knife and whetstone in his hand, hiding how flustered he was under the brim of his hat.

You waved goodnight to him but of course he didn’t see it, he wouldn’t dare look your way until he knew for certain that you wouldn’t catch him doing so. In all the time you’ve gotten to know Micah, you’ve seen him argue, fight, yell and even flirt with the gang members and total strangers but you’ve never seen him flustered or nervous quite like the way he is with you.

The thought makes you giggle as you settle into bed, you could only guess that he likes you but to say that you hate the idea would be a lie.

-

The next morning you were walking through camp with a cup of coffee in your hand as you went to find Micah and prepare for the coach that was coming in from Annesburg. It wasn’t difficult to find him since he was still leaning against the tree, the only real point of difference was his slightly slumped posture and obvious bags under his eyes.

“Here, I thought you might want this after last night.”

He stares numbly at the cup of coffee you’re holding out for him to take. He seems almost startled out of his thoughts at the first person that’s actually approached him in hours.

“I don’t like coffee.”

“—Half of its filled with whiskey.”

One of Micah’s typical sly smirks comes to rest on his face, one that’s laced with over confidence so that he can put his walls up higher and keep everyone thinking that he’s not trying to downplay whatever’s bothering him.

“You know me too well, sweetheart.”

However, you’re not just anyone and happen to see straight through his charms. When you place the cup in his hand you instantly notice the way he seems to tense up when your hand lightly brushes his. You couldn’t help but think the soft sound that left him was, for lack of a better word...cute.

His hand instinctively reaches forward into you more before pulling away to fiddle with the cup.

“Common now, I need you feeling sharp for this robbery and its a long ride to Annesburg from here.”

The tension leaves him when he realises you’re not going to push for answers or make a scene and he’s clearly comforted by the small smile you’re giving him.

-

The robbery as a whole goes fairly smooth. The coach guards were easy to take down with there being only three of them plus a driver. The issue arrived when the law showed up and there was a hell of a lot more than three.

The coach had been flipped at this point, the horses well and truely bolted but it offered the cover you needed in order to take out the flock of lawman.

Standing beside you, you can’t help notice how Micah seems completely out of it. You’ve seen him at his best, just how well he can shoot during a gunfight. Hell at Blackwater you saw him take out at least twenty pinkertons before you all even made it off the boat. No, the Micah standing beside you could barely even aim straight.

Eventually, the coast is clear— it took a while but the shooting finally stopped and left only silence as Micah went over to crack open the safe containing the payroll.

“Oh shit—“

Before you know what you’re doing, you take three quick steps forward and push Micah as hard as you can against his side. He hits the ground with a loud thud but you don’t stop to think about it as you fire your revolver at the lawman who’d managed to sneak up on you.

You don’t take your finger off the trigger until there’s no more bullets left in the chamber and the lawman is well and truly on the floor. You holster your revolver before turning around and offering an arm out for Micah to take, who is still sitting in the dirt with a stunned look on his face.

“Are you alright?”

You gently hoist him up and squeeze at his hand in hopes that he’ll understand just how worried you are about him right now.

Micah doesn’t give you a verbal response, instead choosing to groan but you didn’t mind, you suspect that his ego took more bullets than the lawman had. That didn’t mean you didn’t miss the way his hand squeezed yours back tightly.

“Oh Jesus, you’re bleeding!”

It seems Micah himself hadn’t even noticed the vibrant red stain of blood on his already dirty white pants.

“It’s just a graze, ain’t nothing to worry about.”

Unfortunately you don’t have time to argue with him about as he’s already loading up the cash onto Baylock before saddling up himself.

“Fine, but yer letting me patch you up when he get back to camp.”

-

To your surprise Micah actually follows you to your tent so you can at least bandage and disinfect the wound but that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna put up a fuss. It takes you a good ten minutes just to get his pants off so you could clean it and it takes you even longer to place your hands anywhere near him.

“I can wrap my own damned bullet wound!”

You stare at him with an eyebrow raised, watching as he has an internal battle with himself on whether to push you away like he does everyone else, or to cave and let you in.

“Alright then, I’ll leave you to it.”

You decide to call his bluff, placing the bandages on the crate beside your bed before dusting yourself off and standing to leave the tent, only to be stopped by a hand on your wrist. Finally, you see something snap inside him and he sighs, almost defeatedly.

“Please stay…”

You pick the bandages and the old rag back up and sit back down on the edge of the cot. He jumps slightly when your hand is placed on the outside of his upper thigh, just under where the graze has torn the skin.

“Relax Micah, it’s okay.”

Micah is staring up at you with hopeful eyes as he leans on his elbows on the cot. You give him a reassuring smile but he only starts to really relax when your hand moves in slow circles against his thigh.

After the old rag has been drenched in whiskey you, offer him an apology before placing it over the wound to disinfect it. Micah hisses through his teeth and falls flat against the cot, trying not to bite his tongue off at the sharp burning feeling that’s travelling up his leg.

-

When his wound has been properly cleaned and bandaged, you lean forward and take his chin in your hand and guide him to look at you.

“Now was that so bad?”

Your eyes stare into his icy blue ones and you notice just how tired he seems. You decide to make a decision before second guessing yourself and lay down next to him on the cot that’s too small for the two of you to really fit on it.

Nevertheless your arms come to wrap around him in a tight hug. He tenses again but only for a moment before melting into you, exhausting clearly winning out.

Your hand comes to tangle in his hair and gently massage his scalp before placing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Is this why you’ve been acting so off recently?”

Micah nods into your shoulder, more relaxed than ever now that he’s receiving the affection and intimacy he’s been craving for months now. He’ll probably beat himself up later over a bottle of whiskey for being so needy, but right now he couldn’t care less.

“Micah, when was the last time you had a hug?”

Your question is soft, non judgemental as you gently detangle his hair from where there are small knots. This time, there’s no answer and he only sinks further into your arms around him, as if he’s trying to literally avoid the question.

It doesn’t take a genius however to guess how long its been.

“Hey its alright, it doesn’t have to be like that anymore.”

His head comes up from your shoulder instantly, a desperate and hopeful look in his eyes. Your noses are almost touching and you can feel his slightly shaky breathe as he attempts to calm his nerves.

You lean forward slowly and place a soft kiss to lips, feeling him smile against you. His moustache manages to tickle his top lip and you can’t help but giggle which only makes the two of you smile more.

-

That night, Micah finally gets a good night’s rest with his head resting upon your shoulder. He’s lulled off by your hand rubbing slow circles into the back of his neck and soft but frequent forehead kisses.

He’s just about to doze off into a peaceful sleep when he feels you whisper against his skin,

“I love you Micah, just relax and get some sleep now”

The next morning he’ll wake up from one of the best sleeps he’s had in a long time knowing you held him all night.