#he needs a comfy blanket and a bed right this instant

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kratos just looks so old and tired and defeated when is it his turn to take a nap and have some soup or something

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...A Rainy Day At The Bunker

Pairing: Dean x reader

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“Mind grabbing another beer while you’re up?” asked Dean from bed. He held up an empty and you tucked it under your arm, carrying the empty bowl of popcorn out with you as well. Most of the lights in the halls were dim, a cozy warm setting filling the space. Dean had turned up the heat about an hour ago and now the bunker was perfect to have a quiet day in. Especially considering it was pouring rain outside.

With a hum you turned the corner into the kitchen, Sam working on a pumpkin pie from the looks of it.

“Aw, look at you being a sweet little brother,” you said, putting the bowl on the counter and setting the bottle in the bin underneath.

“I have my moments. Also, it’s your turn to get the takeout tonight,” he said with a grin. 

“But we’re watching a movie and cuddling. You know how disappointed your brother gets if he doesn’t have his cuddle time,” you said. Sam gave you a bitch face and you pouted, putting on your puppy dog eyes. 

“Fine,” he said. “You’re lucky you look adorable and comfy right now.”

“I’ll take your turn next week,” you said, ruffling his hair before you took a beer out of the fridge and set about making another cup of hot chocolate for yourself. “You want one?”

“I got a cup of tea going but thanks,” he said. You hummed to yourself as you found some milk and another packet of instant mix, heating it up in the microwave while Sam worked. “It’s nice to see you guys happy again. I missed that.”

“We did too. I did some pretty messed up crap when I was a demon. It took some time to work through it.”

“Finally believe him that he was never mad?” asked Sam.

“Yeah. He wanted to help me was all, he never blamed me for what I did,” you said.

“Why would he, runt?” he teased. 

“I worry,” you said, taking your mug out. “You wanna watch with us when you’re all done?”

“Later on. Dean needs his cuddle time after all,” he chuckled.

“Love you, Sammy. Let us know when you get hungry for dinner,” you said.

“Love you too,” he said. You took your mug and Dean’s beer back to your room to find him sprawled out in bed in his pajamas.

“Hello, cutie,” you said.

“Cutie,” said Dean, smiling as you put the drinks on the nightstand. You slid into bed next to him, Dean wrapping his arm around your back and pulling the blanket over both your laps. “Ready to watch the next movie, sweetheart?”

“I’d love to, Dean.”

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[frogchiro]

Coyote!Graves breaking in and scenting all of farmer girls clothes while she’s out working in the fields and he’s all hot and bothered just by her smell 🙏🙏

Imagine the poor girl just going out to gather some herbs and mushrooms and this little shit breaks in😭 But you can't blame him! It's your fault actually!! If you didn't want him to enter then you shouldn't have left you window cracked open obviously >:(

And not that Graves is inside your home he almost gets an instant hard on just from your smell being everywhere. Everything inside is just so...nice and clean and good smelling, like flowers mixed with spices and herbs and your natural scent. It makes his mouth water so the next obvious step is to make a beeline upstairs to your bedroom where your scent is most potent!! And he truly hits the jackpot with it😭

And he's so pervy and horny and desperate too :(( will literally roll around on the covers on your bed just so he can get his musky scent all over them, he needs to mark territory after all. Then it's your pillows and all the numerous comforters and blankets, all need to be drowning in his scent but suddenly upon opening one drawer Philip literally feels like he found gold. Your panty drawer.

He felt like his tail was going to fall off by how fast it was wagging😭 not to mention his leaky cock jumping and twitching at the intense scent and he just,,,dives right it. He's disgusting with the way he's nosing through your panties and before long he snags one pair (or two) with his teeth before making for a swift exit, all proud with his successful hunting😭

When you return you will be none the wiser, only cursing that you forgot to close the window and when entering your bedroom you can only make out a faint smell, like musk and pinetrees bht you brush it off, probably just the smell of woods.

Meanwhike our favorite coyote is back in his den deep in the forest, all comfy and giddy and happy, yowling out in pleasure as he humps the stolen pair of panties like the menace he is, almost yelling with pleasure as he finally cums in thick shots of his fertile seed, even pops his knot and he has to squeeze himself to calm down :((

It's all nice and good until he comes down from his high and sees that now your panties are ruined and he wants more >:( He needs to knot your pussy, feel his tip against your cervix and breed you full of his kits :((

[lacyscabinet]

HI could you write nat x reader where shauna blames reader for her baby dying for some reason and she beats up reader instead of Lottie and nat pulls her off of reader and gets mad at everyone for not interviewing, and takes care of reader as she heals and just generally takes care of her and is super protective

A/N: THIS IS SO CREATIVE! 10/10, here's little headcanon!! Hope you enjoy!!!! <3

As always, not proofread

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The baby

The baby was on the way

Shauna was delivering

It was surreal

And when you all needed her the most, Misty panicked and ran away

O

f course, having the highest grade in biology class out of the team, they sent you in front of Shauna's legs literally trying to pull an human being out of her

All the blood that was coming out from Shauna was scary

And you could only do as much as a teenage girl could

"Okay Shauna breathe and push, got it?"

"JUST FUCKING TAKE IT OUT OF ME"

When the placenta came out before the baby you knew something was definitely wrong

Nat hurriedly cut it off and carried it away

While the others tried to make Shauna stay calm

"I see the head!" You yelled

At that Shauna made a big last push and the baby came out

In that instant Shauna's body couldn't take it anymore and she passed out

While her baby wasn't crying

The moment Shauna woke up, the chaos began again

"YOU ALL FUCKING ATE MY BABY! I STILL HEAR HIM CRY! CAN YOU HEAR HIM CRY!? CAN YOU!?"

She was hysterically shouting,and how could anyone blame her

But then

"YOU! YOU KILLED MY BABY! YOU LET HIM DIE"

She yelled at you

And even after trying to explain that her baby wasn't breathing when he came out she kept yelling at you

A couple of days later the grief was still strong in the group

And Shauna was still looking at you with hate, spite and disgust

You tried your best to tolerate her behavior, understanding the horrible situation you were in

But one day, the girl snapped

You were all sitting in the living room, minding your business

Natalie was fixing the blanket around you while you sharpened the knives

At the moment you got up, satisfied with your job you felt something, someone, tackle you to the ground

"YOU KILLED IT!" was the last thing you heard before a punch hit you right in the nose

Followed by multiple other punches and slaps

As soon as Natalie realized what was happening she jumped into action

Just to be shoved to the ground by Shauna when she got closer

"You fucking idiots! Don't stare! help me!" She yelled at her teammates

"No!" Lottie said "Shauna needs to release her emotions"

Natalie scoffed and ran in your direction swiftly pushing Shauna off your body and shielding you

Then she picked you up bridal style and carried you to the small room with the bathtub

You were barely conscious at this point and she tended your wounds as best as she could and then brought you upstairs to the attic, letting you rest

For the next few days Nat barely left your side, taking care of the gashes and the bruises left on your body and comforting you

She made an extra comfy makeshift bed in the attic just so you could lay there as much as you wanted without getting back pain

Lottie tried multiple times to approach you, offering you a cup of tea or trying to mumble some prayers to the wilderness while holding your hands

Nat always swatted her hands away

"if you really care about her you could've done something instead of defending Shauna, Lottie"

Nat wasn't mad at the other girls, she was PISSED

When she gathered food downstairs she looked at everyone with fuming eyes and never spoke

After weeks your conditions weren't the best yet, she helped you with everything

Eating

Getting up if you needed

Changing

But Nat is a softie inside, so she doesn't mind

She would cuddle you every night, trying to make you feel a bit better

[another-lost-mc]

Karasu would definitely cheer mc up after like a bad day.

The bar is in hell right now. A comfy bed would solve so many problems right now.

Would he stand up for mc if he saw someone like yelling at them? Like at class or work?

Crow king deserves to go crazy just once...as a treat...

a/n: he can be protective when he needs to be. no one messes with his mate loved ones.

protectiveness | karasu x reader

0.5k words | sfw | gn!reader

cw: implied bullying; thoughts of violence and dubious behaviour.

if he realizes that someone's harassing you for any reason, he's by your side in an instant, tucking you behind him slightly to shield you with his own body. his aura, normally mild and soothing, crackles with something dangerous. his blood-red irises swirl and flare with anger; perhaps if you didn't know him, you would fear him when he's like this.

"do we have a problem here?" he asks quietly, but his normally soft voice is sharp like the deadliest blade. the other demon stands down, the wise choice, and flees.

(he's grateful that you didn't have to witness the violence he's capable of. his fingers twitch at his side and part of him regrets letting them escape unscathed.)

his wings envelop you once he's led you somewhere quiet. he traces your jaw lightly with his fingertips before he cups your cheeks in his palms. your body is unharmed but he stares into your eyes like he's trying to peer into your soul. he's saddened by the traces of fear and anger and doubt that still linger there, but he can see gratitude and love start to bleed into your expression as you start to relax. his feathers are ticklish against your skin and his chest is warm and strong when you lean against him, breathing in time with the heartbeat beneath your ear.

home is only a short flight away. he pampers you and he's more clingy than usual, reluctant to leave your side even for a moment. he does everything he can think of to make you feel better, and for the rest of the day all of his energy and focus is dedicated to you.

once you're sleeping comfortably, tucked into bed and buried beneath the most luxurious blankets and the softest pillows, he slips away. he closes his office door so he doesn't wake you, then he sits at his computer and does what he does best. there's so much information available with a few keystrokes. it doesn't take long to find the name of the demon that hurt you, and if he wanted to, he could easily find all their secrets. if he were more impulsive, he could ruin that demon's reputation and make their life miserable. it's tempting, but he resists the urge—barely—and returns to your side instead. he misses you.

he slips back into bed as if he never left, and he's so careful not to wake you. he rests his head on the pillow next to yours and smiles—the cute noises you make when you sleep calm him. he cuddles closer until all he can feel is the heat radiating from your body and your breath fanning lightly across his face when he nuzzles your cheek gently with the tip of his nose. the anger inside him melts away and he can relax because you're here and safe. only then does he fall asleep.

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S/O WITH CHRONIC PAIN(bachira and chigiri)

how bachira and chigiri take care of their s/o with chronic pain, gn!reader,

i'm chronically ill and disabled so that's what i had in mind when writing this, but i think i wrote it so you can also see it as migrane comfort or something like that

a/n ~ planning on making another part with reo, isagi, and rin, maybe another character marie (@marycorn) said i would like but.... we'll see... words~765

BACHIRA

you’ve always known bachira to be your personal energizer bunny. not a day went by where he wasn’t bouncing off the walls or talking your ear off about video games or soccer. but right now, he was anything but loud or energetic. right now, he was present, with you.

it’d been a rough day for you, hardly able to move around the house throughout the day. when bachira had to help you get ready that morning, as you could just barely hold your arms up on your own, he knew he would stay home with you. not because he didn’t think you could take care of yourself, but because he’d just end up being worried about you all day.

you and bachira were camped out on the couch all day in comfy clothes and surrounded by all the blankets he could find. he had brought you your pillow so you could lay down if you wanted to or use it for adding pressure on your body. other than going on a run halfway through the day to get out of the house and relieve his built-up energy, bachira was right next to you all day.

usually, bachira would grab you and cuddle you like a teddy bear however he pleased. but today, he waited for you to come to him. he gave you space while still being there for you, idly watching tv and lightly petting your hand every so often.

when you did eventually lay your head on his lap, he’s giddy from depriving himself of your affection all day. still though, despite his excitement, he’s gentle with you. he rubs your arm up and down a few times before bringing his hand up to your head and lacing. his fingers on your scalp. bachira gently moves his fingers, massaging your scalp hesitantly, not wanting to bug you.

all his fears are washed away the instant he hears you mumble, “feels good, meguru.” he keeps running his fingers over your head as you until you doze off, finally getting the rest you so desperately needed.

CHIGIRI

“bad day?” chigiri asks you as he shuts off your alarm you’ve snoozed at least three times now. you pick up your phone and check the time. it’s an hour past the time you were supposed to be up. you sigh and place your phone down. “bad day.” you say, starting to think of all the things you really needed to get done, but you’re sure you won’t.

chigiri sits down beside you in bed as you sit up, wincing at the pain. chigiri gently wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his chest. for a few moments, he doesn’t say anything. just holds you and wills for your pain to go away.

you hesitate to lean into him for a moment. you can’t stop thinking about all the things you really need to get done. you think about how much stress you're going to have tomorrow trying to catch up from your off day. all these things suddenly don’t seem as important when chigiri begins slowly tracing shapes on your back. they’ll just have to wait until tomorrow, you think. giving up any resistance, you lean into chigiri and rest your head on his shoulder. you let yourself breathe in the smell of his expensive conditioner, letting all the troubled thoughts leave you.

“you know if i could take it all away from you, i would.” he breathes out. it’s quiet. like a secret, he doesn’t want to admit. it breaks him to know that he can’t. he can’t take it from you, he can’t help you in any meaningful way. he feels so helpless.

you don’t respond. instead, you keep breathing in his flowery scent. letting yourself be here. because as nice as his words are, they’re just words. you still have to live like this. if it could be fixed, it would be. but it can’t, and it won’t. but they are incredibly sweet words. sweet enough to warm your heart at least a little.

after a while, chigiri pulls away only to bring his hands to hold your face. he leans your head to the side and places a firm kiss on your cheek.

“breakfast? some food would be good for you,” he says it like a question, but he takes your hands and pulls you up out of bed, not really giving you an option.

“i guess you’re right. thanks, hyoma” you say, reaching to pull his head down and tilting it to the side to return his kiss from before.

i want to write more stuff like this with multiple characters.. i just love seeing how different characters would be in the prompt...

requests ~ open!

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Damian When His s/o is Sick

word count: 880~ warnings: snot? phlegm? mentions of throwing up, normal sick things really In honor of me being incredibly sick, here's me coping.

He'd notice you're sick before you do

Damian observes you from afar a lot, he enjoys seeing how you interact with the world because you're the best view in his eyes

So when your steps drag more than normal, your movements are slower, and your speech is more sluggish, he'll know somethings wrong

He'll ask if somethings bugging you, demanding to know what's wrong

When you brush it off, he will not believe you in the slightest

All it takes is brushing your bangs back once and Damian will feel the fever on your skin

"You have a fever, go lay down."

And if you don't, he'll spend the rest of the day making sure you not only find a bed, but you stay in one

Damian would do everything in his power to make the next few days as bearable as possible

He loves to show you love by doing little things for you

He'll bring you food so you don't have to get out of bed

He'll even bring you tea because it will soothe your sore throat, clear your sinuses, and hopefully be something you can keep down

Refilling tissues, placing a cold towel on your forehead, and making sure you drink even a little bit water

He'll pull your hair back into a braid or pin your hair out of your face so anytime you throw up you won't have it get in the way

It's mostly so he doesn't have to hold your hair and be in the splash zone

But it is cute of him to clip your hair back

He'll hand you a towel the second you finish along with a water bottle to wash the phlegm down

Damian takes sickness incredibly seriously so he will be checking your temperature like crazy

He doesn't react much when he reads the numbers but you can see the worry in his eyes

You can also see it in the way he puts the thermometer down and tucks you in just a little bit tighter

Temperature fluctuation is annoying and Damian will try his best to stay on top of it

He won't let you have more than two blankets because even though you feel cold, your fever is still raging forward

Damian will insist you just stand outside and let the sun warm you up

You can complain as much as you want but the second you step outside you feel a little bit better and you want to wipe the knowing look off his face

He claims fresh air is always the best medicine and you hate that he's right because you can breathe through your nose again for the first time in a few days

Heat flashes worry him the most

Whenever you get dizzy you give Damian a heart attack, he'll linger near you and every time you misstep he'll flinch to catch you

He wants you to stay put in the bed where he can make sure you stay safe

"Stay put."

The second your fever gets too high he will make you take a cold bath

It's routine and it sucks but Damian is serious in your recovery because "This isn't something to be taken lightly."

He may not seem like he's worried about you but the longer your fever doesn't break the more he'll worry

You'll notice it by the way he finds ways to spend more time around you, he just kind of lingers

He does keep his distance though because being sick is such a nuisance for him and if you tell him to give you space he will

But that won't stop him from at least dropping off medicine when you need to take it

He won't admit it but he really does worry about you

Being able to keep a close eye on you is his way of showing he cares even if it seems overbearing at times

What can he say, he likes you happy and healthy

Keeping his distance means no cuddles from Damian until your fever breaks and your cough is gone

Heaven forbid you sneeze near him

But he'll sit in the corner of your room and do his own thing while you wallow in your bed

Don't get up because he will interrogate you as to why you're not resting

You can try to beg him to let you wear one of his comfy shirts but he will never let you

The thought of your snot getting anywhere near his clothes is an instant no, but he'll promise to lend you your favorite hoodie of his once you recover

The second your fever breaks he'll drag you out of bed so you can take a shower

He'll make sure your clothes get cleaned so you don't feel so disgusting anymore because no one feels great when their shirt sleeves are covered in snot

The moment you're back to your normal self, he'll have his hoodie freshly out of the dryer for you

He'll even let you drag him into your newly cleaned bed for some well-deserved cuddles because yes, he did miss this

But he enjoys when the love of his life is safe and healthy

Getting to kiss you again is always a bonus

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[towriteloveontheirarms]

Ok so, this has been in my mind for a few days and like- Gareth Emerson is so damn adorable, just look at him, he's a sweetheart boy. Can you do something about him finding out the reader is ticklish? Just fluffy and silly stuff. Gareth is just precious, very precious.

No, because you are so right! Gareth is an adorable sweetheart and I love him so dearly and there aren´t enough people talking about him. This also gave me some more ideas for future fics with him<3

You are hogging the blanket

pairing: Gareth Emerson x reader

synopsis:

“What was that for?”, he asks.  

“You´re hogging the blanket again.”, you answer him as he turns around to look at you.  

While doing so he somehow manages to poke you in the side. Now it´s your turn to let out a yelp. Slapping a hand over your mouth in an instant you hope he didn´t register what this meant, but you were out of luck. 

warnings: none, this is all fluff

word count: 1.1k

The loud music was ringing in your ears as you danced and sang along to it in the small garage space. Careful not to spill any of the soft drink in your hand, the smile on your face matching the one well hidden by headbanging and the drums. The bands had been up and at it, practicing all morning and you had joined them only shortly after. Living across the street from a certain fluffy haired drummer definitely had its perks. You had never missed a practice session ever since you had moved in next door, and he invited you along. You had soon found yourself becoming friends with the whole band, but first and foremost Gareth. The music came to an end and the five of you fell down on the couch to take a much-needed break. As everyone grabbed a drink, you laid your legs on top of Gareth´s, which of course got you a suggestive glance from the group. They had been betting on when the two of you would finally get together and in all honesty, you would have nothing against that happening in the very near future, as you had formed a crush on your neighbor only shortly after you had moved into the house across the street. His feelings towards you however, you were sure were of purely platonic nature. So, you just rolled your eyes at the rest of the group.  

It came as no surprise to you when the sun started to set. Time always went by fast when spent in this group. Soon the guys left, and you were called in for dinner.

With full stomachs the two of you moved to his room. It was getting really late and the motivation to leave for your own bed had left about an hour ago.  

“You know you can always stay the night, right? I´m sure your parents wouldn´t mind either.”  

“That would be great.”, you stretch your arms over your head while a yawn escapes your lips. ”This bed is so warm and comfy right now; I never want to leave it.”  

Changing into the shirt and sweatpants he threw at you with a laugh, you found yourself cuddled up to him only minutes after. Something you had always done.  

However, he still, in all the years, had never learned how to not completely hog the blanket. The nights were naturally getting colder already and so were your feet. Deciding to press them against his lower back in an attempt to get some revenge on the cover thief. Immediately you hear his surprised whine rendering you unable to suppress your cackle.  

“What was that for?”, he asks.  

“You´re hogging the blanket again.”, you answer him as he turns around to look at you.  

While doing so he somehow manages to poke you in the side. Now it´s your turn to let out a yelp. Slapping a hand over your mouth in an instant you hope he didn´t register what this meant, but you were out of luck.  

Gareth moves slow, like a cat getting ready to catch its prey. You feel the laughter bubble up from deep in your belly, pleading with him not to do what he was about to do. All the begging does is make a mean smirk spread on his lips, before he attacks you.

Gareth’s fingers drive into your side relentlessly. “No. Please.” and “Stop.” leaving your mouth like a mantra. If his room would´ve been a little more illuminated, you could´ve seen the tips of his ears turning red. He´s glad you can´t. Finally, you manage to push him away and sit yourself just so you lean against his bent legs. Taking a couple deep breaths while still laughing it is now you who tries to tickle the drummer. Heavy emphasis on tries. He just looks at you questioningly, before rolling the two of you around once more. The air is knocked out of your lungs again. You squeeze out some more “please”s and “fuck, I can´t breathe, please” between laughs and trying to get air back in your lungs. You wiggle against him, as laughing becomes more and more painful. Tears start running down your face and then by pure chance (or maybe something else) you can grip his hands. Interlacing his fingers with yours, laying them down over your head, he suddenly becomes very aware of the position you are currently in. Close enough to feel the others breath fan over your faces.  

Meanwhile underneath him you had caught your breath, coming to the same realization.  

“Kiss me.”, you say still a little breathless.  

“What?”, he hoped he didn´t mishear.  

“Please, kiss me.”, your voice is barely above a whisper.  

You are too scared of speaking louder, your mind feels like it´s running at the speed of light, but it is all he needs to hear before his lips touch yours in a tender kiss. Your hands close around his a little tighter and you sigh into the kiss. If it was for you and the warm feeling spreading through your chest, as your mind goes completely still, this could have gone on forever, but way too soon Gareth parts from you. 

Searching for his beautiful blue eyes you felt your mind start racing again. 

“I feel like this is the time to tell you I really really like you. Like more than friends should. I have for a while actually and you… you don’t even have to love me back, you know? I just… I don´t know I needed you to know I guess.” 

He´s quiet for what feels like an eternity before slowly opening his mouth to say something. 

“I love you too, but…”, he looks away for a second chewing on his lower lip. “I´m scared of losing you.” 

“Then don´t think of it as losing. Think of it as evolving. We are still friends, just now there´s something extra. Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”, the smiles from only a short while return to your faces as you bring up your hands to cup his warm cheeks. 

“Now please kiss me again.”, this time you don´t need to ask twice. 

Your hands tangle in his soft hair, as your lips crash together. This kiss more passionate than the one before. Hungrier, but you are also smiling so widely form all the giddy feelings bubbling up in your stomach. Letting the plush flesh linger onto each other a moment longer, this time it´s you who breaks the kiss apart. 

Letting Gareth lay down next to you again, he pulls you into his side. Cuddling up under the blanket, limbs a tangled mess and happier than ever you fall asleep that night. 

When you wake up the next morning, he has claimed the blanket all for himself anew.

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Don't text and swing.

bf!Peter Parker x gf!reader

Warnings- Swearing, fighting

Request: Could I please request a Peter Parker x reader where he is off on patrol and Y/N gets worried bc he isn't texting her (maybe they have a rule where he's supposed to text every 10 minutes or something you choose) and so she goes out for him but he is in the middle of a fight and she gets in the middle of it, using some skills she learned (maybe she took a self defense class cause she is dating a super hero) she tried to help him but she gets beat up and he takes her home and helps her get better?

Not my pic*

“You’ll text me?” You ask, sitting up in bed to receive his goodbye kiss. He pecked your lips and smiled saying,

“I’ll text you, bye.” Once remembering he turned back after jumping out into the hallway, saying, “Love you.” and with a wink he was gone and you were left laying in bed, thinking about your own day.

-

Peter leaves early in the morning and then he would get back late at night, but tonight was different. It is going to be special. You had cleaned the kitchen, the living room and fixed the shower drain for some reason. It just kinda happened. If he was late, like he usually was, he would be home by 8pm. And 8 pm came and went quite quickly, with no Peter Parker crawling through the window.

Usually heaving for breath and you holding him for the first few minutes of his arrival, he usually either just barely got away or had a long swing back to your shared apartment.

May’s old clock that she had given to Peter was ticking in the background of your racing thoughts, wondering if he was okay or if something had happened to him. You know he’ll make it home, so trying to relax you turn on the TV and the first channel that came up was a game show and after getting comfy with blankets and such, you watchedfor almost 10 minutes.

That's when it all started. You get a text from your best friend, MJ saying “Did you see Peter? He’s on the news!” And this made your heart rate go up at an alarming rate.

The next thing you knew you were running down multiple flights of stairs to the bottom floor and sprinting outside, then another two blocks to where the small fight commenced inside a bank. You ran over and almost tripped on the pieces of glass scattered around you. You know advanced martial arts and have since you became an adult, living in this world can be hard sometimes.

You charged, for whatever reason, you mostly weren't sure but knew from the inside that it was true, but you hadn't come to a conscious decision about it til now. Peter only noticed it was you when you rammed one of the ninjas onto the ground, punched them in the nose and stood to get yourself grounded. Then you were pushed across the room, falling hard on the glass shards on the outside of the bank, and upon getting up had cuts everywhere, one that especially hurt caught your attention. Peter now had the time to focus on the other guys, now that you had taken the moment to put one of them on the ground. And got into a rage when you were thrown across the room and onto the street.

This pushed him to take out his two targets in one spinning tornado kick.

-

“Oh. Fuck.”

“Sorry- I’m sorry, baby.”

“Oh, this sucks.”

“It won't suck forever.”

“It's better when you're here.” And with that Peter slowly directed you to the kitchen, knowing you needed some medical attention.

Closing your eyes tight, Peter washed off one of your bigger cuts, on your forearm, under the water of the sink.

God, this hurts like a motherfucker. Peter then bandaged it up and you would twitch at the random instant pains in your arm.

“Why did you come and find me? I was alright.”

“Me? Why didn't I come and save your ass should be your question.”

“That- That doesn't make any- Okay, you're right, baby.”

“And hey, I cleaned this full place for you, mister. You missed the beautiful dinner I made, just for you, too.”

“You did all that for me?” Nodding your head you pulled parker in for a kiss. He smiled and picked it up from the second you touched his lips.

“How about we get out of here?”

“We live here, Parker.”

“This room I mean.”

“If you say so…”

[hqmillioncorn]

Our wishes shall come true, amidst the light and dark.

"Miss Babycorn Corn!" Sofia shouted from atop the balcony. "Huh?" Babycorn squinted her eyes and watched as Sofia ran down the stairs of the second floor all the way to the ground to met her there. When she did Sofia pointed a finger at her. "I have decided that I am going to adopt you as my big sister!!" Sofia declared. "There's no need to thank me. " It would be an honor wouldn't it? As that meant that would make Babycorn a Princess just like her. Babycorn, who would find out what the word adopt meant just a few days later, was just really confused.

Lalapril 4/24 Wish

in the middle of the night cherrypit misses his sister and sofia has the solution for all of his problems. trademark princess secret!!

Sofia turned onto her side, pulling up the blanket to try and keep herself warm. Tonight she had decided to sleep in one of the barracks of the Twin Adder since it was one of the few places that had multiple beds to sleep in. 

They weren’t all that comfy but it wasn’t like Sofia wasn’t going to get all that much sleep anyway. Sofia turned onto her other side and stared at the person on the bed next to her’s. 

Cherrypit was sitting with his back turned to her, humming something to himself. It was strange. The singing wasn’t the only thing that was strange but the whole thing was super weird! 

As it turned out the person she knew as 'Cherrypit' was actually borrowing his sister's body. That wasn't even what he looked like!

Even stranger was that his sister happened to be the person that she admired the most. Strangest of all was that Cherrypit himself had told her that he was only two years old?!?!?!

When she found all of this out Sofia had dropped her bow in shock.

Knowing all of that made the sight of Cherrypit hitting all the targets she had spent hours setting up even more baffling. How could a toddler even be capable of something like that?! Even inside a body that wasn’t his. 

Sofia couldn’t imagine what he really looked like. Probably really small, like any other two-year-old that she had seen. She recalled what the other members of the Twin Adder had said about what she was like as a baby. It was always things like ‘I could carry you in one hand’ and ‘You were as heavy as three apples.’ 

“By the twelve, I could have killed him.” 

It was obvious even when they first met that Cherrypit was much younger than her, but how was she even supposed to know he was actually that young. Sofia sat up,  thinking back on one of the first things she had asked Cherrypit back then. Something along the lines of asking where his parents were. 

Apparently Cherrypit’s parents were out there looking for him but he had no idea where they were. That was the big reason why Sofia felt an instant connection to him, having been separated from her own family when she was just a baby. No matter what anyone told her she knew that they were still out there somewhere looking for her.

‘I’ll take you under my wing kid!’ Sofia had boldly proclaimed. 

How was she supposed to know that Cherrypit knew way more than she did!?

Well, in some regards at least.

One thing that Sofia figured out was that Cherrypit didn’t know how to count or read all that well. There were also a lot of other things he just didn’t know or just would plain forget.

In retrospect she should have really gotten the sense something wasn’t right when Cherrypit tried to eat mud off the ground. 

During one of their archery practices Cherrypit had brought up the topic of his sister. Since that moment he never stopped talking about her. All about how he wanted to see her again and how he missed her. So much. 

When Cherrypit just casually mentioned that his sister was one of THE Warriors of Light, well, Sofia must have asked him to repeat himself at least a dozen times just to check if she had heard him right.

Sofia wondered for a moment if she had a lost brother out there looking for her too alongside her parents. That would make him a prince, just like she was a princess. Could he have passed by Gridania at some point? Having any sort of sibling sounded nice. Especially if they were really really cool…

One thing was clear. Sofia was insanely jealous. 

But at the same time, she was glad she wasn’t Cherrypit.

Sofia found it a little strange how Cherrypit sometimes looked at people. Sometimes he just looked scared of them. She could recognize the look, from all the times she had spied over new recruits of the Twin Adder. 

But there wasn’t any reason for Cherrypit to be scared of people just saying ‘Hi’ to him, was there?

Sofia sighed and looked out to the night sky outside. The thought of asking Cherrypit why he looked scared around people sometimes crossed her mind but she didn’t want to pry. Or even worse, learn more things about him that would keep her awake at night even longer than she already was. 

Then, Sofia’s eyes went wide when a sparkle lit up in the sky, trailing behind it was a bright and thin tail.  

“Whoa?!” Sofia scrambled onto her knees and pressed her face against the window. It was almost freezing cold but that hardly mattered right now because if she was right and she saw what she thought she saw then this was big news. “Cherrypit! Do you know what this means?!”

Sofia assumed that Cherrypit must still be awake, since he was still sitting. Little did she know that Cherrypit had made the unfortunate mistake of falling asleep sitting down. Her first clue should have really been that the singing had stopped but there was no time for sleeping! Not right now!

Because when there’s one shooting star another will surely follow.

Sofia practically leaped from her bed onto Cherrypit’s. The force of her landing was enough to send Cherrypit airborne for a few seconds. He opened his eyes and yawned, not particularly caught by surprise. Though usually he was the one doing the bouncing rather than being the bounced on. 

“Cherrypit Cherrypit! Cherrypit!” Sofia called for him in a hushed tone. There weren’t any people in the room besides them but it was late at night and Sofia didn’t want to risk waking anyone up. If it was up to her however, she would have woken everyone in Gridania if she could. It was this important!! 

Cherrypit turned around and yawned, rubbing his eyes. “Soapiea?” He let out another long yawn, “What’s wrong? Everything okay?” If there was something bad going on there would probably be more noise but Cherrypit figured he might as well ask. There were a lot of wrong things happening lately. 

“Quite the opposite actually!” Sofia stood on top of the bed, hands resting on her hips. “The answer to all of your problems has just arrived!” 

Cherrypit looked confused. “What probem?” 

“The problem with your sister! How you wish she was back!”

Cherrypit’s eyes lit up, “Bebes here?!” He zipped his head back and forth, looking all over the room. There was no sign of his sister anywhere. It took him a bit to realize that he was still trapped inside of her body. “Oh…” Cherrypit’s smile became empty. The sudden surge of hope he had just felt was just violently stomped out until it barely remained. 

Sofia took note of how devastated Cherrypit looked. She felt bad but right now there was no time to waste.

Without any time to lose she grabbed Cherrypit’s arm and dragged him to the window. When Sofia saw that Cherrypit was just short of looking out of it she used two pillows to give him the extra boost he needed. 

Cherrypit exhaled his breath on the glass. It fogged up and let him draw a silly little face on it just as Sofia pointed up to the sky.

“I saw a shooting star go across like this!” Sofia moved her finger across the window. Her finger left behind a mark on the window exactly where she had remembered the star falling.

“What’s a shooty star?” Cherrypit had never heard of something like that before.

Sofia opened her mouth, then closed it. She brought a hand up to her chin and hummed in deep thought. “Cherrypit Pit can I trust you with a royal secret?” Normally she wouldn’t dare something this sacred with just anyone but as a princess she surely should have her subjects best interests in mind, right? It was her job to help and protect her people! No matter how small the problem!

Cherrypit looked confused. He rested his head on the windowsill, “Secret? I can keep secret!” He really couldn’t but most of the time he just forgot about them anyway.  

Sofia looked around, seeing if there was anyone else listening in. “I don’t know if this is supposed to work for anyone but princesses or princes but…” It couldn’t hurt to at least give it a shot. Sofia moved the curtains so they could see more of the sky. “In almost all of the fairy tales I’ve read there’s a shooting star in the sky that the princess makes a wish on.” Sofia explained, “I saw one just right now so when another one comes around you can make a wish to see your sister again!” 

“Really?!” Cherrypit could hardly believe it.

“Really! We just have to keep our eyes open!” 

Now that Cherrypit really thought about it, the idea of making a wish on a star sounded a little familiar. He couldn’t really quite remember where he had first heard of it but if he closed his eyes he could vaguely recall someone sitting by him, looking up at the sky and holding their hands together. This person Cherrypit couldn’t remember smiled at him, but they didn’t look happy.

“Cherrypit! Cherrypit! Look, look!” 

Cherrypit’s eyes snapped open just in time to see what Sofia was yelling about. A shooting star traveled across the night sky, twinkling as bright as it could until it disappeared behind the trees of the Twelveswood. He placed his hand on the window, trying to grab onto the lingering glow it had left behind. 

Sofia waved her hand in front of Cherrypit to get his attention. “Here! Copy what I do!” She put her hands together and closed her eyes, “Just do this and make the wish in your head!” Sofia had enough confidence in Cherrypit to keep her eyes closed as she went ahead and made her own wish. 

It was also kind of because she didn’t want to lose this once in a lifetime chance.

Cherrypit looked at Sofia and then looked down at his own hands. His hands looked a lot different than her’s but he still managed to copy what she was doing.

He looked back and forth again and again to make sure he was doing it right. Once he was confident enough he looked back at the sky, where the shooting star had once crossed. 

There was something a little scary about closing his eyes. Cherrypit didn’t like the dark. It really scared him. So much so, that on the rare occasion that he decided to sleep he never willingly closed his eyes. Instead he just waited enough for his own body to do the sleeping for him. 

…But this was for his sister. If there was anything that he proved throughout this ordeal it was that he was willing to do even the most scariest things in the world if it was to help her. 

Sofia slightly opened her eyes just to check on Cherrypit. She had already made her wish so it was safe now. Cherrypit’s eyes were closed and his hands were clasped together. “Wanna see Bebe again…” He quietly said. Sofia thought for a moment about reminding him his wish was supposed to be a secret but if she just didn’t listen then surely it would still count. 

Surely both of their wishes would come true, right?

Surely they would both be reunited with their families. 

Right?

[novankenn]

"Ozpin's Fault AU"

Impending Doom (1161 words)

As Ozpin struggled to reverse engineer the spell he had used on one Jaune Arc, he was acutely unaware that Jaune's Aunt Katherine Adel, and Jaune's mother Jasmine Arc were making their way to his academy.

He paused when a cold tingle travelled down his spine. Pushing the feeling from his mind, he continued with his work. He had three more days.

/=/

Jaune yipped and barked trying to get Pyrrha's mind off of whatever idea Jaune's mother planted in her mind. But she was making no headway, but was hesitant about climbing out of the comfy and warm nest of blankets she was now curled up in.

It was then a knock on the door came. Jaune hunkered down, not really interested in finding out who was on the other side. The knocking continued and slowly drew Pyrrha's attention from the blank scroll screen she had been staring at since Jaune's mom had ended their call.

"Jaune your mom is coming to visit." Pyrrha informed her partner and team leader as she set Jaune's scroll back on the charging dock and moved to answer the door. Jaune "whined" and tried to bury herself further into the safety of Pyrrha's blankets.

"Hello?" Pyrrha greeted the dishevelled and scruffy man she found standing in the hallway.

"This team JNPR's room?"

"Yes."

"Good, I have the right room." he leaned forward, sticking his head into the room, and caught sight of a golden blond furred fox unsuccessfully trying to hide in a nest of blankets. "Yep, definitely the right room."

"Who are you?" Pyrrha asked as she stepped in front of the man, preventing his unimpeded entry into the room. "Why are you here?"

"My name is Qrow, I'm Ruby and Yang's uncle. I am here at the request of Glynda... to assist with this issue."

"Ruby and Yang's uncle?" Pyrrha questioned. "I don't see a resemblance."

"Is that a problem?"

"Maybe."

"Should I call Glynda and get her to vouch for me?"

"I think that would be for the best."

The man sighed as he pulled out his scroll and hit the dial button after selecting his most recent incoming call.

"Glynda, I need a favour." Before she could answer, Qrow turned the scroll about to face Pyrrha.

"What is the issue, Ms Nikos?" Glynda asked.

"Who is he, and why is he here?" Pyrrha answered.

"His name is Qrow, he is a friend who has... experience with what Jaune is currently going through." Glynda scowled, showing her displeasure at this minor complication. "Please let him in, so he can assist Jaune."

"Okay, Professor." Pyrrha responded.

"Thanks Glyn." Qrow spoke as he turned the scroll back to face him. "I'll see what I can do."

"Don't see. Just do. Kat and Jas are on their way."

Qrow's face went completely white. The call ended at that point, and he just stood there for a few moments, being watched by Pyrrha. With a couple blinks, and a shake of his head, he turned his attention to the red-headed champion.

"Privacy" was all he said as he stepped into the room and firmly steered Pyrrha out into the hallway. She tried to protest, only to have the door shut on her.

Qrow ignored her shouting and knocking as he focused on the bundle of fur on the far bed. Sharp blue eyes peered up at him, trying to gauge him, as Qrow sighed.

"I'm going to make this short and sweet. You are NOT trapped in that form." Qrow informed Jaune. "I'm going to show you how to change back, but first I'm going to show you something that doesn't leave this room. Understood?"

Jaune made no response, which caused Qrow to sigh once again. Not wanting to waste any more time, he shifted, becoming a crow right before Jaune's eyes. Qrow realized his mistake seconds before a blur of blond fur charged him. Flapping his wings, he squawked as he narrowly avoided the snap of Jaune's jaws.

Jaune wasn't sure what had come over her. She knew she was hungry, but the instant Qrow transformed, all she could think about was how he resembled a chicken. She liked chicken.

/=/

Locked out of the door, Pyrrha fumed until she started to hear yips, barks and squawks, accompanied by the sound of crashing furniture. Trapped out in the hall, Pyrrha could only imagine what was going on inside the dorm room, and it wasn't good. Growling, he activated her semblance, offering a silent "I'm Sorry" to Professor Goodwitch and the maintenance staff as she magnetically shorted out the door lock.

Grabbing the door knob, he twisted it and pushed it open, and froze as she witnessed the utter chaos transpiring with in JNPR's dorm. Jaune was chasing a crow about the room, jumping into the air and snapping her jaws trying to catch the evading bird.

"What the...? Where's Mr Qrow?"

The crow cawed, as if dove past an airborne Jaune, losing a couple of pin feathers when the fox's jaws snapped closer to his wings than he anticipated. Deciding enough was enough, and not caring that another person would know his secret, Qrow reverted to his human form and caught the wall bouncing form of Jaune by the scruff of her neck.

"Hey! Quit it!" Qrow snapped as Jaune fastened her jaws about his wrist, biting down as hard as she could. "That smarts!"

"Mr Qrow?" Pyrrha stammered out as her mind tried to make sense of what she just saw.

"Now listen! You can change back. It's simple. Focus on being human or faunus again, and I MEAN really concentrate."

Jaune her ears flat against the top of her head glared at the man, as she turned her mind to the task at hand. Her eyes closed as she put all her effort into doing what the man had told her. Qrow and Pyrrha watched as a golden light surrounded the form of the blond fox.

"It wor..." Jaune started to shout, only to stop and start screaming as she clued into not only was she naked, but the strange man was still holding her by the back of her neck.

"Shit!" was all Qrow got out before a knee connected with his groin, followed by having a wooden chair shattered over the back of his head.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha shouted as she grabbed her leader and crush by the wrist and dragged her into the bathroom.

Qrow heard the lock engage, and groaned in pain.

"Is this the security office?" Qrow's face paled, as the shouted words of Pyrrha reached his ears through the flimsy wooded door of the bathroom. "We need help. There's a pervert in our room that tried to molest my partner!"

And that was Qrow's cue to leave. Struggling to his feet, he staggered over to the window. Opened it and tipped himself out through it. Less than a second later, a crow winged past, heading high into the air.

[flowersarefreetherapy]

Hello! For the ask about how quickly an OC would be adopted by yours, I'm giving you Phoenix.

Full name Phoenix Costello. They're very protective, especially of their little sister, and a little too self-sacrificial (they figure they can afford to be, since they're immortal and don't really matter anywhere. Other people disagree). In addition to being immortal, they can create illusions and camouflage themself. They don't see these as things to be proud of though – having parents who abhor superpowers will do that to you. They became a superhero to help people, and that mostly seems to involve being hurt themself, by their team and everyone else.

They're biromantic, asexual and non-binary, which got them kicked out when they were sixteen, although they do still love and get on with their little sister. They're vegetarian – their favourite food is anything spicy, and also pasta. Absolutely no mushrooms. They don't often get a chance to eat anything fancy though, or do what they want to.

Phoenix loves Star Wars, and most things sci-fi and fantasy. They often bury themself in a book to get away from everything, if they can. Their current hyperfixations are Star Wars and astronomy – I say current, they've lasted a long time. They're claustrophobic and scared of the dark (both things that have been made worse intentionally), but they absolutely love watching the stars. And their stuffie snowman, Mr Frosty.

- @pigeonwhumps

Instant adoption. Instant. Robin is already signing the papers. Phoenix is their child now. 

If they’re okay with it, Phoenix is going to get their own room, with plenty of bookshelves and space to engage with their hyperfixations. The room will have glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and a comfy bed and places to make little blanket nests if they need. Thad is going to make them the best meals they’ve ever had with lots of pasta (he’ll buy a bunch of vegetarian cookbooks so he can learn how to cook for them). The Castillos always have spicy food, so Phoenix will fit right in there. They will have sci-fi movie watching nights and let Phoenix choose the movie and what treats they want to have with it. 

If they’re okay with it, then the Castillos would introduce them to the other adopted kids, who would instantly accept Phoenix as their sibling and gently tease and support them. They’ll give them space if it's needed, while providing a safe space they can crash at or stay for a while, whatever they need. The Castillos just want Phoenix to feel safe and at home. 

[ludicix]

Don't let go

*Pairing: Mammon x Gn!reader

*Warnings: non, Just fluff:)

A/N: Hi, I'm ludicix, a 17 year on Caribbean writer who would like to begin posting their writing. I am open to constructive criticism as long as your respectful. I'm aware my writing isn't amazing but that isn't and open door for you to walk through and be mean. With that being said i hope you enjoy:)

This is the exact same reason Lucifer doesn’t want us to sleep together. We both know it's time to get out of bed but both lack the will to. This is one of the only times we get to be intimate without the interruption of someone else so both mammon and I try to make it last as long as possible.

He isn’t much bigger than I am but his body heat consumes me every time we cuddle. He is almost on top of me with his arms holding us together keeping space to a minimum. His face nestled into my neck while the blankets binds my comfy prison. 

“We.Are.Fuck” I mumbled against his hair wrapping my arms around his neck trying to ignore the situation. All he does is release a hum in response and tighten his arms around my torso. Clearly not caring about the repercussions of our late morning, more so evening, snuggles. He is such a baby when we sleep together. There is no such thing as personal space when we sleep together. He craves gentle touches and being babied so being the 2nd oldest and the victim of constant bullying such things don’t come as often if ever. 

“Mammon baby we gotta get up,” I say trying to wiggle free. The only thing that's keeping us from starting the day is each other so we need to split. The strength of a god is harnessed by him as he locks his arms not wanting to let the fuck go. We are about to get the scolding of our lives well I am at least.

“Stop,” he says plainly

“Mammon we are late for school! I missed most of my classes, missed breakfast and Lucifer is going to crucify us”

“There you go with the godly stuff” he mumbles while rubbing his eyes. He finally lets go. It's kind of scary to feel how cold the room actually is compared to how warm Mammon was all night, but I'm not complaining at all.

“So what’s the plan,” He says through a yawn sitting up.

“What do you mean plan?”

“You know the plan to face Lucifer,” Oh,-- right—that

This isn’t the first time this happened and that's both a good thing and a bad thing. A good thing cus we know what to expect but a bad thing cus we know to expect worse than what was done before.

“Last time we were banned from each other’s rooms for 3 weeks, don’t think I could make it through that kind of torture again. This is the only time we get to have alone,” He frustratedly and dramatically plops back down on his pillow. As he just laid there I was captured by how incredibly stunning he looked first thing in the morning. To anyone else, they would say he looked like a mess but, my god right now, to me, he looks worthy of worship. His white silk soft hair is a mess and has gotten a little long with the strands at the back of his head touching his shoulder. His dark-toned skin reflected the warm lights of his room and his lack of clothes only added to how delicious he looked. His deep blue eyes that only look at me with nothing but love seem too brilliant for someone who just got up. To imagine I have all this to myself is like a blessing beyond comprehension.  

“Well, you know what they say if you eat the poison might as well lick the plate” I rest my head on his chest and get back under his duvets forgetting why I wanted to leave in the first place. His instant reaction was to hold me and now it seems like we are back at stage one. “Are you sure my love, I know you really care about yur school stuff, I wouldn’t wanna-”

“Shut up you’re too sexy to be talking that nonsense” With that we both relax back into each other’s embrace. His warmth cocoons me and carries me back into a peaceful sleep.

***

“Well this is what you both have been up to all morning”

Before I can react I am tugged under someone as if they were trying to shield me. To open my eyes to see mammon as expected but at the foot of the bed is the reason why he was in such distress, Lucifer.

“Care to explain-”

“It was my fault Lucifer I was the reason we stayed up so late and missed breakfast and school-”

With all the strength I can muster I slap mammon upside the head while pushing myself to get up“I’m not a baby I can accept the responsibilities of my own actions.”

“So you can now,” Lucifer says with he sinister grin. Well, I guess I die young. It was a nice ride I guess.

“Luci listen it was a mistake that we don’t make often ok I swear it won’t happen again  mammon and I will get the notes we missed and start our work pronto and we’ll cook dinner just please have merc-”

“Wow slow down,” He raises his arms out in front of him.

“You're not in trouble relax you don’t have to cook dinner and you don’t have to do work ‘pronto’” He says mocking my human lingo. I look at mammon who is already looking at me with the exact same look. What.The.Fuck

Lucifer, noticing our confusion, clarified “You both know today is Sunday, right?”

Another A/N: didn't really like this one but we all start somewhere. Hope you enjoyed it.

much luv

Ludicix

[loverrrgirl]

KISMET- Austin Butler x reader - PART 15

Warnings: adult content coming up next chapter so minors leaveeeee.

Here’s a masterlist

I’ve never done this so please feel free to comment and interact, it really makes my day when you do!!

After a few minutes, Austin fell back asleep. I noticed the balcony had a really nice beach view and a couple of big comfy looking chairs. I slipped out of bed, took the little extra blanket that no one actually uses on hotel beds, and quietly slid the door open just enough for me to slip through and closed it behind me. I took a seat and took in the cool ocean breeze. It felt like home. I missed it here a lot. The Atlantic is so different. It smells different, it looks different, and it didn't have a large place in my heart quite like The Pacific did. I wished I had brought my book with me, but it would probably do me some good to just sit here and relax quietly. I curled up even more in the chair to keep myself warm.

I must have dozed off for a few minutes because I was woken up by feeling an extra blanket being laid on top of me. I peeked one eye open to see Austin putting that extra blanket on me. "Hi" I said to him, closing my one eye. "Hi" he said back to me.

Ugh. He's so fucking cute.

I opened my eyes to sit up and found him sitting in the chair across from me. I thought it might be nice for me to go to the lobby and grab us some coffee. "Should I go get us some coffee?" I asked, walking past him in his chair. He grabbed my hand and I stopped to look at him.

"I already called it up, coffee and breakfast should be up soon." He said as he let go of my hand, grabbing my hips and gently pulling me to sit on his lap.

Well don't mind if I do.

"Oh, okay great. Thank you." I said. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in closer to him. The chairs were big enough for me to turn horizontally so I did, shifting my body sideways a little bit so I could rest my head on his chest. "Did you sleep well? Except for the part where I woke you up?" I asked.

"Yeah, I slept great. How about you?" He replied.

"I slept great once I fell back asleep. Thanks for staying with me after, you didn't have to do that" I said quietly. I wasn't sure if I felt embarrassed that I needed someone next to me to feel better or if I was just nervous about how he would respond. Austin curled his fingers underneath my chin and softly pulled my face up so I was looking at him.

"I know" he said, voice low and soft. Our faces were just inches from each other now. And time stood still in that moment. With his hand still softly holding my chin, he pulled so that I was just far enough for our lips to not touch, but close enough that they could have at any moment. The butterflies turned in to that warm, burning, nauseous feeling when you're about to do something you've been wanting to do. The way your stomach felt on Christmas morning when you were a kid. Anticipation.

"I'd do it again too" he said, smirking at me. I smiled a little but before I could reach full smile, he pulled me the rest of the way in, connecting my lips to his. It was instant electricity as we kissed. Fireworks erupted in my head. It felt like there was no one and nothing else in the entire world besides us. I was spinning. I felt like I couldn't breathe but I didn't want that feeling to ever go away.

We were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Room service!" We barely heard through the door. We pulled away from each other but kept eye contact. Looking at each other, both of us trying to figure out exactly what the other was thinking, what the other was feeling. "Be right there!" Austin yelled towards the door, still not looking away from me. "I guess I should get that" he said. "Uh huh, I guess you should" I replied, still trying to catch my breath. So I stood to let him up and as he stood and walked away, he ran his hand along the small of my back. And as he did that, my entire body tingled. I didn't want him to stop touching me. In fact, I wanted him to touch all of me.

Instead of sitting back down, I rested against the railing of the balcony to take in the view. To catch my breath. To figure out what happens next. Is it going to be awkward because we got interrupted? Did he feel the electricity too? It felt so tangible, so thick to me. Surely he felt it too? I was too lost in thought to hear him walk back outside. He set his hand on the small of my back again and I jumped a little. He chuckled at me. I think he found it amusing to get those kinds of reactions out of me. But I also thought it was amusing when he did, so win win. He rested against the railing next to me, staring out at the view. "What are you thinking about out here?" He leaned in to ask me.

Oh god. Just thinking about everything. How do I even begin to answer that? I looked over at him and parted my lips in preparation to speak. Speak what? I wasn't sure. So instead i mumbled out "um, I'm, um." And then nervously started biting the inside of my lip again. "How about I tell you what I'm thinking about first. Then you tell me. Would that make it easier?" He asked, smirking, and leaning his whole body over to nudge me gently. I just nodded. It was hard to speak when he was looking at me like that. His bright blue eyes boring right through me. I was sure he knew everything I was thinking and more. His facial expression was happy, but slightly mischievous. Like he was up to something. And I couldn't wait to find out what it was. He leaned in closer to my face just by a little, decreasing the already small amount of distance between us. "I'm thinking about you" he said low, and raspy, and full of desire. He leaned in even closer, so he was almost brushing his lips against mine. "And I want more." He lingered there. Waiting for me make the final move, making sure I wanted him back. I grabbed his face between my palms and pressed my lips in to his. We sat in that initial kiss for a moment, taking each other in. Our lips disconnected but lingered just far enough away from each other to leave us wanting more. He came in for a kiss again after what seemed like an eternity waiting in that space. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and it was enough to make me melt right then and there. I was done for. Putty in his hands. Whatever he wanted, he could have.

[lordrethandus]

Daily Writing Challenge August 2023 Day 4

Relationship / Somber ( @daily-writing-challenge @corohveldha )

World: Final Fantasy 14

Theme: Misha Mishenko - Decadence

Coroh gently stirred awake as the last remnants of the setting sun faded from the top of a nearby window. Bathed in the soft blue glow of her mushroom lamps along the walkway, she slowly pushed herself onto her hands and knees, arching her back as far as it would go and popping her lower spine in multiple places; she then used the bed frame as support to roll her shoulders with a satisfied grimace flashing across her face. "Goooood evening, my little pudding cup~" 

Avanta was curled up in her blankets beneath her mother, but only woke once her plump round face fell victim to a barrage of smooches. Angrily she wiggled a hand free of her swaddle and rubbed at her face to block Coroh's annoying lips in protest! Her mother planted one last kiss on her forehead before throwing her feet over the side of the bed, and rising up to her full height– only to yawn and stretch again. Coroh could hear her firstborn Nolas running amok upstairs, likely keeping his father Leo from doing any work for more than ten minutes at a time; but before the nocturnal women of the family could join them, however, they needed to bathe.

She stripped herself and her daughter down into their birthday suits and hurried across the basement to the tub, where the water was already waiting for them. As per tradition she started to hum softly to soothe Avanta, before she even had the chance to wiggle and complain about the water; she hated the feeling of being wet, just like her older brother did when he was her age. Yet her will to resist vanished the instant her body was gently lowered into the hot water, washing away any stress she accumulated from her sleep during the day. "I think someone likes their bath." Coroh beamed, balancing her with one hand and keeping only her face above the steamy water. Slowly she rubbed soap into her golden crown, her nails carefully scratching at her scalp and behind her ears. Avanta was in paradise, her eyes half open, her hands flexing and unflexing, and her drawn out exhales turning into the softest purrs Coroh has ever heard. They stayed like this for as long as it took the water to lose its heavenly warmth. Avanta was dried off and put into her extra-comfy moogle pajama onesie, with her mother preferring a simple silk gown.

"Good morning sleepybones!" Cried out Nolas once he noticed them appear from the stairs. He ran over excitedly to show his mother a new toy; an aldgoat with a cowboy hat. "Look! Look!" He lifted it over his head and pressed the single button on the nose, causing the automaton to start singing in a familiar and drunk voice. 

"Raain! Suuun! Haaail! Don't matter the weather, me love fer ye ain't never gonna… *buurp* … FAAAIL!" Nolas laughed hysterically every time he pressed the button and it got to the burping part. No doubt Augusta and K’thalen are planning to send more of the loudest and most annoying toys possible to Nolas.

"Very cute…" She gave him a tender smile and a comforting scratch behind his ears. "I'll have to thank Uncle Thalen for his… gift… later. Go have fun Nolas!"

"Fun! Fun! Fun!" The boy darted upstairs to the second floor with the toy under his arm, most likely off to harass her husband.

Avanta had already dozed off on her shoulder by the time Coroh made it to the kitchen. Another barrage of kisses stirred her awake long enough to plop her down on the counter nearby, freeing her mother's hands to check up on their dinner; a succulent dodo sizzled in the oven, marinated in bubbling juices and glazed and seasoned just right. Simply looking at it made Coroh's stomach flex– with luck this bird was tender enough to fall off the bone.

"Roooaar!!!" Shouted her husband upstairs! Nolas came scurrying down as he giggled hysterically, almost falling over twice before jumping behind a potted plant to hide. Stomp, stomp, stomp! Each foot coming down the steps caused the boy to jump, his ears pinned to the top of his head and his big purple eyes dilated as large as they could go. Coroh pulled out the dodo and set it on the table, catching a glimpse of her husband in a hastily made vanu vanu suit! "WHERE IS THE BOY?!" He demanded in a low and gravelly voice. "I! MUST! EAAAAT!!!"

Coroh locked eyes with her son, who stared up at her from across the room with both fright and excitement in his dinner-plate eyes. He was covering his mouth with both hands, trying to stay quiet and out of sight– but Avanta had no such restraint. Their daughter wiggled and writhed on her back, excitedly kicking her stubby legs in the air as the cloth monster came lumbering around the counter.

"WHAT’S THIS?! A SUCCULENT AND UNATTENDED CHILD?!" Carefully he scooped up Avanta and lifted her to the mouth opening of his suit, mercilessly tickling her with his hands and his kisses. "MMMMM… DELICIOUS! BUT NOT QUITE RIPE ENOUGH I THINK!"

Coroh couldn't help but chuckle at how delighted Avanta was in her father's grasp. She was laughing harder than ever before, futilely pushing against Leo's face as he dove in to kiss at her neck and belly. "Okay, vicious beast~" She cooed, showing Avanta mercy by plucking her from his grasp; she didn't want the infant to pass out from laughing too hard. Leo gave her wife a big grin before leaning forward and planting a wet smooch on her lips. "Good evening, handsome." Coroh whispered to him, before quickly planting a smooch on his lips in return. "By the way, he's behind the plant~"

Leo immediately turned and locked eyes with the boy! Nolas squealed in delighted terror once he was found, with barely enough time to slip out from his hiding place before Leo was whipping around the counter to give chase! The boy made a fatal error trying to go outside– the door was locked and he was still too short to reach!

"Noooo….!!!" Nolas squealed when his father's hands grabbed him by the legs and flipped him upside down! "AAAAHHH!!!" 

"OM NOM NOM NOM NOM!!!" Coroh watched her husband stuff the flailing boy into the mouth of the suit, listening to him giggle and scream all the way down! "MMMMM…. THAT HIT THE SPOT! SCRUM-DIDDLY-UMPIOUS!!!"

Sure enough the knife sliced through the bird like butter, the succulent dodo practically falling apart in her hands while she prepared the plates. Coroh let her husband wrestle with their son for a little bit more until the food was ready; she needed their energy spent if they were to enjoy dinner as a family together. When it was finally time to eat, Nolas and Leo were out of breath and almost lethargic, with the boys’ stomachs howling for food– and with that Seeker of the Sun wild-side to them both, it wouldn’t be long until they were darting around again.

“Yummy!!!” Nolas eagerly tore into his haunch the moment he licked his greasy fingers. He was a loud chewer of course, taking on the same terrible habits of his father; like a duckling he followed his every move, with nearly everything he’s learned coming from watching Leo. His father, upon seeing his boy going crazy for the meal, decided to taste it too… and like father like son, he too dug in!

“This is really good, dear!” He beamed at her, before stuffing his mouth. Coroh didn’t answer, gently squeezing their daughter as she silently breastfed with a blanket over her head to avoid any distractions. She sat back and listened to the loud smacking of their chewing. Normally it would be an insufferable sound, but Coroh loved it; it was the sound of her family thriving, after all. At the end of the day the beautiful melody of her family was all that matter-

“BWAAAARP!” Leo’s belch vibrated the table, causing Nolas to roar with laughter!

“AUGUSTUS LEO VELDHA!!!” Coco couldn’t believe her ears!

“... bwarp!” 

“NOLAS!!!”

[jojo-hut-jrs]

can we have 32 for Zucchero? 👉👈

-umi

I should clarify that if you want these to go in any specific direction or tone or theme or whatever you should probably specify otherwise I will just fuck around with whatever comes to mind and I don’t want to disappoint

Mario Zucchero x Reader

32. “Can I sleep here, just for tonight."

You had known about Zuccheros “reputation” among your shared circle of mutual acquaintances and coworkers, but you had always considered their remarks on his worser habits to be gross exaggeration at best.

That was, until you came home from work to find him half asleep on your couch.

How he managed to get in without unlocking the door or breaking the windows wasn’t a mystery, the only questions you had for him, after gracelessly shaking him awake, were why the hell he had decided to be there in the first place.

To say he was shameless and forthcoming about being kicked out of the last place he was crashing at would be calling it pathetic, but not so much so as the garbage bag of clothing and sparse personal items he pulled out of nowhere to emphasize his point. It was hard to sympathize with him considering you knew he wasn’t a victim of circumstance, just an individual who never could seem to learn the difference between “carefree” and “careless”.

“Can I sleep here, just for tonight?” His smile his big and put on, almost like a child being told to smile for a school picture day. “I’ll be out of here in the morning, I just needed somewhere safe to be so I came here first.”

His tone is lighter and more fluid than it usually is, he’s trying to keep the mood agreeable enough so that you’ll let him stay.

In any other state of mind you would have at least argued this point a little, drawn question to why exactly he was kicked out and what he means by “safe”, but your tired and you’re really wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt and so you agree without thinking of the consequences.

He seems far too relieved to hear it, his voice dropping lax back into the bottom of his throat. There’s a bruise on his cheek that’s beginning to darken, but it’s lost in the creases of the genuine smile he now wears.

“See, that’s why you’re my best friend,” he tell you as you walk off towards your bedroom, “you’re hospitable and understanding, I knew I may the right choice coming here.”

You hum lightly in acknowledgement as you trail off to fetch a spare pillow and a blanket from your bed. He’s looks almost completely asleep when you return with them, and it’s only when the hall light catches his face do you see how exhausted and disheveled he is.

You shake him awake and he snaps to attention instantly, a sheen to his eye catching in the light as he focuses on you with an intensity you’ve never seen before before he blinks it away in an instant.

“Why don’t you take a shower and then take my bed for the night,” you let the pillow and blanket fall to the floor with a soft thud, “I’ll take the couch.”

The look of confusion on his face is bemused, like he doesn’t believe it but doesn’t want to question you on it either.

“You sure about that? If I start getting too comfy I might just make myself at home.”

“Unless you’d rather share, I’m fine with just taking the couch.”

Instantly his expression flips into something bordering embarrassment.

“I, uh-“ he stutters through a remark as you usher him from his place, “I don’t- uh, I don’t know if I really…”

He looks like he has a retort hiding somewhere in his facade, but your remark was too sudden for him to come prepared. Without letting him finish you gently push him towards the direction of your bedroom and lay yourself down on the couch while his mouth flops open and closed like a fish.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Zucchero,” you mumble into your pillow, almost falling asleep instantly yourself so that you barely hear a soft “ok” in response.