#i woke up in a complete giggle fit from my nap

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i accidentally got high.

so yeah, i got some edibles at my local cbd store, and i thought they were cbd only but i guess not?!

i don’t even feel like this is real rn bc i feel like that state where you’re half asleep half awake and i’m half expecting waking up and all this was a dream

honestly i’m writing this for myself to prove this was real

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Toddler -W2S

Words: 0.7k+

Warnings: none.

In which you and Harry enjoy a holiday in Dubai with your toddler.

a/n: Currently got major baby fever so here's some dad bog content🤭. Enjoy!💓

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Over a year and a half ago me and Harry welcomed our little boy into the world. So far it's been incredible and I've enjoyed every minute of being his mum, even through the tough parts his little smile would make the hardships completely disappear in an instant. Harry is also an amazing dad, it's like he was born for the role. A few months ago Harry surprised me with a week long trip to Dubai, and what is our first holiday as a family of three. I was extremely excited and almost immediately called Faith to get advice on what I should pack for Ollie, which is what we ended up naming him.

We arrived two days ago and are already having the best time. Yesterday we spent all day at the beach then went for a nice dinner, in which Ollie slept in his buggy the entire time. Today we're going to the Dubai aquarium, getting some lunch and going shopping. I woke up to the sound of giggling, I pried myself from Harry's grasp and reached forward to grab the smiling baby from his travel cot. I placed him between me and Harry in the bed then drifted back off to sleep. I woke up an hour later, reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone to see a message from Harry saying he'd gone out to grab some breakfast from downstairs. I got up and took a picture of Ollie surrounded by the white fluffy bed sheets.

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I quickly got dressed while Ollie slept and Harry soon came back with breakfast. When we were all ready we left the hotel to head to the aquarium. We rented a car the first day we arrived, since Ollie has to sit in a car seat plus we'll be spending much less on Ubers. I drove (since Harry despises driving) and we were soon parked outside.

Harry pulled the exited toddler from his seat, and we headed inside. Ollie seemed to be absolutely mesmerised by the sea creatures (especially the 'big scary sharks'). When we'd walked around the entire aquarium we left to go get some lunch since we were all hungry and Ollie was getting quite restless and in desperate need of a nap. We went back to the car to grab the buggy from the boot then walked to one of the nearby restaurants.

We sat down to eat our lunch as Ollie soundly slept. As me and Harry finished up our food Ollie woke up, now full of energy and hungry. We'd ordered him some plain chips so he ate them along with some fresh fruit. Which they seem to have lots of here, probably because of the hot weather.

Then we paid and made our way to Dubai mall, which thankfully has air conditioning. I happily looked through some shops while Harry followed me with the buggy. "Almost done?" Harry asked, very clearly bored. I turned around and shook my head jokingly "almost." I said with a smile. "M- mummy?" Ollie babbled. "Yes baby?" I replied squatting down in front of him. "I wanna go- the pool." He smiled. Harry chuckled and I glanced up at him "ok, let's go." I said and a look of pure excitement spread across his face.

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When we arrived back at the hotel we got straight into our swimming costumes and headed down to the pool. We found some deck chairs and put our things down, then (after smothering Ollie in suncream) all three of us got into the pool.

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Later... "I'm so lucky." Harry whispered, as we lay in bed and Ollie lightly snored in his cot. I smiled "you're so cute." He pulled me into a sweet kiss "I mean it, I'm so lucky to have you and Ol, I love you both so much." "And we’re so lucky to have you Haz."

[forsssnaken]

Aziraphale's Literary Discovery

Important note: I am no longer writing stuff like this. It was a nice way for me to be happy while in a rather precarious mental state, but I no longer enjoy it all the same way I once did. I'm keeping it up as it was a gift, and there are still people who may enjoy it, but I am unhappy with my writing how it was in this fic, and I don't enjoy writing this stuff anymore. I still write good omens fanfics now, if you want to give me a chance there.

THIS. IS. A. TICKLING. FIC. COMPLETELY. SFW.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS @practickles!!! I am your squealing santa this year :)) I hope this is everything you hoped for and more!! (and now i can follow you without being worried that i'll blow my cover lol)

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screw canon(/j), they are happy together and have tickles.

switch!aziraphale, switch!crowley.

cw: light mentions of alcohol/sobering up magically, cursing (because it's Crowley), using a miracle to pin someone that could be read as invisible bondage.

Aziraphale turned a page in his book, but wasn't really reading anymore. This had been happening more and more often: he would stop reading just to think about the demon who was currently asleep on his couch.

Aziraphale and Crowley had finished off some good wine last night, and instead of sobering up, Crowley had decided to sleep it off on the bookshop's couch. The angel had sobered up, reading all through the night with the occasional glance to the demon's sleeping form.

Honestly, Aziraphale prefers Crowley awake. He loves the demon's antics and being able to spend time together (although the serenity and calmness radiating off the demon's lanky form was delightful). He didn't technically need to breathe, but he did -- soft deep breaths that were almost soft snores.

Aziraphale quickly snapped himself out of the trance he had been in, staring at his friend(?), and glancing back at the book. It was a sweet romcom, one that left Aziraphale feeling giddy and with butterflies in his stomach. The couple in his book were playful, and in the current scene, were poking each other and giggling. This was a fascinating idea that humans called "tickling", which led to supposedly uncontrollable laughter and seemed like a sweet bonding exercise.

Something clicked in his mind and he looked back at Crowley asleep on the couch, limbs splayed out haphazardly. His tight-fitting shirt had risen a little, leaving a sliver of the pale skin of his lower stomach on display. Aziraphale gasped excitedly, looking back at his book where the tickle fight was happening. Supposedly, even small touches could lead to ticklish sensations!

He stood up, beginning to creep over to the sleeping figure, before realizing that Crowley could sleep through almost anything and walking over normally. The angel stared at him with wide eyes, glancing back and forth between his calm face and the sliver of exposed stomach. He tentatively reached out a finger, poking Crowley's abdomen.

There was a faint reaction, a small breath hitching in between small snores and Crowley squirmed a bit. Was Crowley ticklish?! How silly! How human! What a delightful discovery! He giddily clapped, then began tracing the sliver of exposed skin. Crowley huffed, squirmed, and scrunched up his nose a bit, before rolling over and crossing his arms over his stomach.

Aziraphale was ecstatic at his findings, and couldn't wait to enact something rather devious (by his standards)!

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A few days later, he woke a grumpy Crowley up from his nap (and if Crowley became less grumpy when he noticed that he was covered in a cozy blanket, the angel didn't need to know). Aziraphale had a mission: go on a date -- a Friend Date (he told himself, at least) -- and bring up tickling to him! The angel had an innate need to tickle Crowley now, see his presumably adorable reactions, and have the physical contact that the angel began to crave.

"Come on, Crowley!" Aziraphale grinned, pulling the demon into a seated position by his hand.

Crowley grumbled, "For what?"

Crowley seemed entirely uninterested, but in truth, he loved spending time with Aziraphale and would do anything if Aziraphale truly wanted to spend time with him.

"A picnic!" Aziraphale gestured to a wicker basket stocked full of goodies.

Crowley rolled his eyes (but was truly content with this plan), put his shoes on, and drove them to a gorgeous woodsy park. When they had found their own spot, Aziraphale spread out a blanket on the grass, sat down, and began unpacking some small sandwiches and poured them both a glass of wine.

"Not so much now, my dear boy," He handed Crowley the wine, "I'd like you awake for a little while. It's dreadfully boring being all alone and reading by myself!"

He got nothing but a grunt in return, but everything was perfect, so Aziraphale continued on with his ramblings.

In between bites of his sandwiches, he told Crowley all about the books he had been reading, but especially about the lovely rom-com he had just read.

"They had such a lovely relationship! Human love just excites me so much! They do so many sweet things together, not unlike us!"

"Ngk-" Crowley choked slightly on his wine and turned a bit pink, but Aziraphale didn't seem to notice.

"They certainly touched a lot more than we do, though, Crowley!" The angel pouted.

Crowley shrugged, "We're not having sex."

"Crowley!" Aziraphale's mouth gaped as he gasped, smacking the demon softly on his leg, "Don't say that! They touched plenty without sexual implications!"

Crowley sipped his wine, not needing to respond.

"They cuddled, and kissed, and even- well," Aziraphale cut himself off, suddenly a bit embarrassed.

This now intrigued Crowley, who sat up a bit, and looked at Aziraphale, scooting closer so they were side by side.

He teased Aziraphale, "Oh? Was it sexual then? You realized I was right and you were wrong?"

Aziraphale huffed indignantly, "No! I'm just not sure if you even know what it is!"

Oh, Crowley was so up for a challenge. "I'm sure I would! I know much more about humans than you do."

Aziraphale leaned closer, grinning and placing a hand on the blanket behind Crowley, so they were almost touching. "Oh really?"

Crowley smirked and nodded, taking his sunglasses off and stowing them safely in the picnic basket, so he could look at Aziraphale in the eyes to show him how serious he was.

"Yes, they were tickling each other!" Aziraphale grinned, hoping that Crowley wouldn't know about tickling, so he could teach him.

"Oh, that? How would I not know about that?" Crowley didn't let anything slip, so Aziraphale thought it might be possible that he just didn't know.

"Yes, I think that's quite intimate," Aziraphale reached out and placed a hand on Crowley's knee, "it seems sweet to me!"

Crowley grumbled, avoiding eye contact awkwardly. "What, is this your way of asking me to tickle you?"

Aziraphale stammered, protesting quickly, "Why would I want that?!"

Now it was Crowley's turn to look offended, "There's nothing wrong with wanting that!"

Aziraphale was now slightly grumpy; this wasn't how it was supposed to go!

Crowley had that devilish (albeit attractive) grin across his face, placing a hand on Aziraphale's side.

"This wasn't how this was supposed to goHO-" Aziraphale smacked a hand over his mouth, eyes wide.

Crowley, that evil, evil demon, had squeezed Aziraphale's side! What a terrible thing for his corperal form to feel! Aziraphale, in all his planning, could not have anticipated this!

A small smirk crept across Crowley's face as he put the other hand on Aziraphale's clothed side and squeezed a few times in a row.

Aziraphale's hands flew down from his mouth to his sides, weakly pushing at Crowley's hands as he laughed heartily. His smile was beautiful. It was, well, angelic.

Crowley was right. Aziraphale thought this was quite nice. He hadn't laughed this hard in a while, and seeing Crowley's enjoyment of his reactions was amazing!

Crowley smiled widely, skittering his nimble fingers along Aziraphale's gorgeous plush stomach, before refocusing his attention on Aziraphale's thighs. Aziraphale's magnificently scrumptious thighs, currently busy with Aziraphale's frantically kicking feet. Crowley stopped, giving Aziraphale a small break, before placing his hands on those delightful thighs.

Aziraphale was not worried in the slightest; he had never heard of someone's thighs being ticklish, just the usual suspects like the upper body, feet, neck, and hips. But thighs? That seemed silly... until Crowley started squeezing them.

Aziraphale barked out a laugh, falling gently on his back as he was unable to hold himself sitting up. He made noises that were so embarrassing: he even squealed! Crowley was unwavering in his ticklish squeezing, grinning broadly. Aziraphale was laughing harder than he ever had, his head shaking back and forth as he laughed frantically, beginning to push at Crowley's hands again. This was Crowley's cue to slow down, and he moved his hands back up to the angel's stomach to gently trace shapes as Aziraphale recovered.

"Y- you're evil!" Aziraphale gasped, still giggling.

"I'm a demon, that's kind of the whole point," Crowley deadpanned, although unable to wipe the smile off his face.

Aziraphale caught his breath, then grabbed Crowley's hands. Crowley's eyes widened slightly, but he tried to play it off, scoffing.

Aziraphale sat up quickly, pushing Crowley onto his back and pinning him there with shocking strength. Crowley looked at him confused and began squirming awkwardly. Aziraphale had fully sat on his hips, pinning his arms above his head as he leaned over the demon, their faces quite close together.

"What? How did you-" Crowley stammered, baffled by Aziraphale's strength, "What are you doing?"

Aziraphale grinned, excited to give Crowley all the exposition of his plan. "When I was reading that book, I tried tickling you, when you were asleep. I poked you, and you reacted! I have to try it again!"

Crowley blushed a bit, before retorting, "Angel, anyone would react to being poked. I'm not ticklish, I'm a demon. Being ticklish is all- cute and innocent. I'm neither of those things."

"I beg to differ," Aziraphale grinned, slipping his warm hand under Crowley's tight shirt, beginning to trace circles on Crowley's stomach.

Crowley's brain short circuted. Not only was the angel on top of him, but he was touching Crowley more intimately than they'd ever touched. And Crowley did feel something -- was that being ticklish?

Crowley squirmed, averting his eyes from Aziraphale's as he clamped his mouth shut.

Aziraphale, ever so oblivious, was slightly upset that it didn't really effect Crowley like it did when he was asleep. Maybe he was controlling his reactions? Maybe he truly was right and wasn't ticklish!

Aziraphale huffed, "You really reacted the other day, I promise!"

Crowley was trying his best to not react, his serpentine eyes flicking towards Aziraphale's well-manicured hand, still tracing under his shirt.

"Ngk- just give it a rest, angel!" Crowley sputtered, feeling giggles (Yes, giggles! Demons aren't supposed to giggle!) bubbling up in his chest.

Aziraphale was starting to feel a bit hopeless; he thought it would have been incredibly endearing if Crowley was ticklish. The demon barely smiled (not counting his mischievous smirks), and Aziraphale would love to hear him laugh, truly laugh, for the first time in years. Aziraphale pouted and decided to give it one last go.

He poked Crowley in the side.

Crowley gasped, jumped, and made awkward eye contact with the angel on top of him.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, was ecstatic! A giddy smile broke across his face.

"No, angel, no. I was just startled-" Crowley said quickly, squirming.

"Oh my dear Crowley, my dear silly demon..." Aziraphale grinned.

"No angel I-" Crowley couldn't focus on being called Aziraphale's, due to the imminent danger of him being tickled.

Much to his dismay, Aziraphale began ruthlessly skittering his fingers over Crowley's stomach and sides. Damn his fashionable outfits! The shirt he was wearing was incredibly thin and did nothing to protect him from the angel's attack.

Crowley tried to keep his mouth shut and hide his reactions, but his attempts were futile. He burst out into loud laughter and squirmed as much as he could (which wasn't much). It made sense why tickling was used as a torture method in the past; he would have given up any secret that Aziraphale could ask for in this moment! Although, there was something nice about it: the intimacy, the giddy feeling, and Aziraphale's touch gave him a rush of happiness.

"Why are you laughing, my dear boy? Thought of something devious? Scheming?" Aziraphale laughed along with Crowley -- for such a supposedly evil being, he sure had a contagious laugh -- and scribbled his fingers even faster. "Or are you just... ticklish?"

And if Crowley's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink, he hoped Aziraphale didn't notice.

"You're- teasing- me!" He sputtered indignantly, through bright, happy laughter.

Aziraphale paused, pretending to look offended, "No I'm not! I'm simply asking questions to figure out why you're laughing so much!"

In the midst of talking, he wasn't paying attention to what his hands were doing. His hands moved down to the hem of Crowley's shirt, causing the demon to jump, eyes wide.

Aziraphale's eyebrow raised quickly, "Oh?"

Crowley shook his head, stammering "No," and tugging on his hands.

As both of them knew, although the angel's corporeal form was strong, Crowley could easily have gotten his arms free by non-human means. Maybe he just didn't want to.

The most devilish grin to ever cross an angels face suddenly appeared on Aziraphale's. He let go of Crowley's arms, but not before preforming a miracle that kept his arms trapped in place, taut above his head.

Crowley's snake-like eyes grew wider as he tugged frantically on his arms, beginning to giggle nervously. His whole 'bad boy' persona was completely gone now, and he was quite enjoying this (though he'd never admit such a silly thing).

"Oh Crowley," Aziraphale teased, wiggling his fingers at the squirming demon, "are you prepared for your demise?"

That shut Crowley up.

Until Aziraphale did something truly evil. Something so evil that even the higher-ups in Hell couldn't dream of. He repeatedly squeezed Crowley's hips.

Crowley made the most embarrassing noise possible -- he squealed.

"AAAAZiraphale!!!" He laughed, wiggling as much as possible, "YOU BASSSSTARD!!"

Curse that stupid hissing. Usually he was able to disguise it, whenever Aziraphale caught him off guard with accidental(?) flirting or made a silly joke that a big bad demon like himself shouldn't laugh at. Speaking of laughing, Crowley was laughing more than he ever had in his life.

And it felt amazing. Having his angel so close to him in such an intimate way, literally on top of him. He was able to let his guard down.

The angel gasped, "What did you just call me, my dear boy?!"

Aziraphale skittered his fingers around Crowley's stomach and sides, relishing in the rare and genuine laughter.

Luckily, although neither of them could be sure if it was intentional or not, Aziraphale's miracle that pinned Crowley's hand was slowly faltering. Crowley didn't realize (he was laughing too hard to think about much) until his arms subconsciously snapped down to grab at Aziraphale's hands.

Aziraphale paused his attack, concerned about his friend(?). Crowley looked at him, as his leftover giggles became slightly more devious.

Crowley latched his clawed hands onto Aziraphale's clothed sides and rapidly squeezed, disrupting the power that Aziraphale had held over him, and toppling them both over onto their sides, facing each other.

Aziraphale tickled Crowley back, angelic giggles pouring out of his mouth.

"You- you're such a demon!" He exclaimed through loud laughter.

Crowley nodded, squirming closer to Aziraphale as they tickled each other.

They were practically cuddling as their fingers slowed to tracing each other's abdomens, softly giggling.

Aziraphale stared into Crowley's gorgeous auburn eyes and was struck with a sense of overwhelming love.

Crowley's smile was wider than it should have been from leftover giggles as he watched the angel and his smile and gorgeous face. As if God Herself had heard his thoughts, sunlight struck the angel's face in a certain way where he looked like he was glowing (although he may have been radiating an otherworldly glow from overwhelming happiness).

They stayed there for a while, in each others arms, staring lovingly into each other's eyes.

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For Better or For Worse

Chapter 2 Next Chapter Series masterlist

Loki x female reader

18+ | this fic will contain adult themes, smut, swearing, angst - I’ll continue to update. Please be aware that there may be triggering themes in future - italics = dream and a lil flashback

“Oh fuckk.” You moaned, writhing against the bed as Loki wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently. Your head fell back against the pillow, practically burrowing down into it as he swirled his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. One of his fingers trailed around your entrance before he slowly pushed inside, your walls gripping the dexterous digit eagerly. He continued sucking your clit, his finger pumping in and out of you as you ground your hips against his face, your pleasure swelling. “J-just like thatt Lokii.” You encouraged, Loki adding another finger into your slick centre. You could feel him smiling against you, his ego clearly boosted by your reaction to his touch. The grip of your thighs against his head tightened as you reached your climax, your hands tangling in his hair as you tugged it gently before increasing the pressure as you approached your peak. “I—Loki-I’m cumming.” You whimpered, your walls fluttering around Lokis fingers as you came, hips bucking up into the air as you saw stars.

“Enjoying yourself there.” Loki spoke, kissing your inner thigh as he glanced up at you still staring at the ceiling, completely blissed out.

“Y-yeah.” You answered, looking down at him, his face glistening with your arousal as he licked his bottom lip. “That was amazing.” Was all you could muster, your heart rate beginning to slow as you floated back down from your high. “Sorry about the hair.” You offered, a small, slightly embarrassed giggle leaving your lips as you remembered how hard you had pulled it in your haze.

“That’s quite alright.” Loki smirked, still not having brought up how arousing he found it when you pull his hair.

“I’m gonna miss looking at you down there” You chuckled, looking down at Loki still between your legs “soon I’ll look down and all I’ll see is my stomach.”

“Right now it’s just a soft bloat.” He smiled.

“A soft bloat?” You laughed “what the fuck is a soft bloat?”

“Tiny little bump, little soft bloat like that time we went to the restaurant and you ate the—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there” you interrupted before your stomach made a loud, obnoxious rumbling sound “how fitting.”

“It’s really loud.” Loki snorted.

“Yes, quite loud.”

“Very loud.” You mumbled to yourself, beginning to wake up from your dream, or rather nightmare considering it was a memory, one you wouldn’t mind forgetting. The sound of your stomach rumbling as well as the feeling of emptiness inside and out woke you as you opened your eyes, stretching in the dusty, lonesome bed. You didn’t remember falling asleep, only that you were looking through a photo album when you came in. Sitting up at the edge of the bed, you saw the photo album on the bedside table which was strange considering you didn’t remember putting it there. “Must’ve been that tired” you figured, stifling a yawn as you stood up. Glancing at the clock, you saw that it was around 6AM.

You made your way downstairs, careful not to wake anyone as you ventured towards the kitchen. Your plan wasn’t to stay or to be a bother but it technically was your house meaning you were sure you’d be allowed the gift of food, besides, you knew the house like the back of your hand including the kitchen considering this did used to be your home so you didn’t need to bother any of the staff.

“Morning Thor.” You spoke, spotting Thor making a protein shake as you entered the kitchen; it wasn’t uncommon for him to be awake so early.

“Morning pretty” He smiled, discarding the things in his hand before kissing the top of your head as he perched on the counter “how are you fairing being back?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m back, I had a nap and it happens to be morning now” You replied “but it still feels a little strange, as expected.”

“As expected.” He agreed. “Well, I’ll get out of your hair, leave you to prepare your breakfast or whatever you were doing whilst I wait for a reasonable time to ask the chef to prepare mine.”

“Don’t be so spoilt, I’ll make it and you can help.” You insisted.

“I couldn’t possibly.”

“Thor.” You said warningly.

“Pancakes? Like you used to make them.” He relented.

“Right.” You smiled before grabbing the ingredients.

Together you and Thor began making the pancakes, catching up with one another at the same time. You tried to keep conversation light, not wanting to rehash any old memories that could be painful and not wanting to disturb the happiness you felt right now. It was the small things that brought you joy, the mundane ones. Grabbing the bag of chocolate chips, you took a handful out before throwing them one by one into Thors mouth, as per his request as he moved around the enclosed space. You laughed as he caught them, the simple act leaving you feeling uplifted.

“What’s with all the noise?” Loki huffed, stomping into the kitchen, Thor instantly straightening before Lokis eyes met yours.

“I-I’m making pancakes.” You stated, eyes still trained on Lokis.

“And before you ask, yes, I got the chocolate chips.” You smiled.

“I like the way—”

“They melt on top, yes I know Loki.” You finished for him, still smiling as he pressed his lips to yours.

“Perfect.” He answered, kissing you again, deeper, before pulling away with one final peck. “And I also like the way you make them, not just the chocolate.”

“Well, you should have just waited for the catering staff.” Loki huffed, shifting his attention away from you as he fought off the memory.

“I like doing things myself.” You countered.

“Well then, try not to make a mess.” He spat.

“Not like it’s my kitchen.” You mumbled, angry at his tone and his know it all self.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You exhaled.

“That’s what I thought.” He hummed approvingly.

Smug bastard

“Well it is mine, isn’t it? Odin left it to me so if I want to make a mess, I’ll make a mess Loki.” You challenged, stepping towards Loki, his eyes boring into yours again.

“I’m going to—” Thor began, awkwardly stepping away.

“Stay.” You and Loki insisted, speaking at the same time.

“I will not live under the same roof as her.” Loki snarled, turning towards one of the housekeepers as she walked in, clearly woken by the commotion “have Rose and I’s things packed, we’re leaving until this all gets sorted.”

“Loki, you don’t have to—” Thor interjected.

“No, I will not live with her.” Loki decided, storming away as you smirked before he was out of eyesight. Your smirk fell as you turned to the housekeeper

“Don’t bother, I’ll go.”

“Y/n—”

“I’ve caused such a ruckus Thor, this is Lokis house, your house, I have no place here anymore. I’ll go.” You sighed, picking up a handful of chocolate chips before you left the kitchen.

“Ugh, she just grinds my gears.” Loki stressed, returning to Rose “I mean who does she think she is coming in here like she owns the place? As if she didn’t ruin things in the first place. And she had the audacity to be in there with him.”

“Come on Loki, just come back to bed.” Rose tried to soothe him, beckoning him closer.

“We’re leaving.” He blurted

“We’re what?” She gasped.

“We’re going, I will not stand aparty to this tomfoolery, I won’t.”

Rose rn because she is not leaving that cozy mansion 😂

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[look-at-the-soul]

The Photoshoot (Part 29)

Cillian Murphy

Series Master list

Photos credits for Weekend Magazine goes to Mark Nixon (2014) 📸

“Baby?” Cillian called her from the door as he made his way inside the new apartment. “Bab-” he was cut in the middle of his words when he found the beautiful sight in front of him; Yael was only wearing his oversized sweatshirt, her legs bare… moving her hips from side to side to a beat of music he couldn’t hear. She was unpacking her photograph collection.

The photograph that was at the Gallery now was resting against the wall, fully protected until he finished the play in London and could take it to Ireland. A lot of people didn’t know it was Yael posing for her own photograph and they couldn’t even imagine that it was his legs that made a small appearance at the shoot, he couldn’t wait until it was hanging in his home.

The new apartment she got in Manchester as well as the previous one, but in a different area already had some furniture but Yael made sure to make it look incredible, she had a good eye for vintage pieces of furniture that changed completely the look, she even found an old china cabinet and turned it into a coffee station while he was busy with the play.

Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her from behind, his lips connected with her neck.

Yael screamed first scared, then burst in happiness as she realized it was him, Scout woke up from his nap to check what was happening, once he got close, he started sniffing Cillian’s shoes.

“Enda gave me something for you.” He kissed her lips before walking towards the door to open the small bag he took for the two day stay.

Cillian gave her the Weekend Magazine with the interview they did and that Yael was in charge of the photoshoot because Enda asked for the favor.

“Oh I love it!” Making a little jump of excitement, she hugged him and then walked to the lounge to watch the photographs. “How is it possible you make it a simple red stripes t-shirt you’ve had for over a decade look this good?”

It was so fun to shoot those two, plus she loved the location Enda picked.

Cillian chuckled still feeling awkward when she complimented him. He leaned on the back of the couch, his hands at each side of her shoulders, Yael rested her head against the top of it, looking at him.

“I’m lucky to have the best photographer around.” He whispered before looking at her lips, leaning in to kiss her from behind.

“Where do you want to have dinner?” He gave her that look that made her knees go weak.

Yael pulled him by the neck of his jacket to pull him over the couch. Cillian landed carefully on top of her body.

“Here, you’re my food.” She confessed and as Cillian attacked her neck with loud kisses, she giggled next to his ear. “Kayla brought your suit this morning.”

Cillian thanked her while resting between her legs, as Yael was telling him how Kayla brought the most gorgeous dress she had ever seen, his lips moved down from her cheek to her jawline, and then south, to the side of her neck.

“…And then… oh.” She moaned. “Can’t believe you’re not listening to me.”

Feeling his laugh against her skin, made her close her eyes momentarily.

“You just told me the dress fitted perfectly, and how it’s a miracle you didn’t need to take it to a tailor to fix the length.” He answered sure and proud of himself.

Yael looked at him suspiciously. Perhaps he had a prompter hidden.

“Can I kiss you now?” But he didn’t wait for an answer. It was a slow kiss, an inviting one, the same that seemed to stop the track of time around them.

After pulling apart, his lips resumed his previous spot in her neck.

“Don’t leave a mark.” She had a very important event to attend.

As her leg moved up and down against his, she placed both hands inside the back pockets of his jeans, to press his body down.

***

“I have a question.” She asked then in bed, the sheets tangled around their bodies.

“Shoot.” His arm was resting covering his eyes, but he was awake.

“You said I should be prepared for a sex scene in the opening episode.” Yael recalled while a blush covered her face and neck.

Cillian looked at her, wondering where this conversation was going. “Hmm Tommy fucks with Lizzie.”

“I don’t mean to be a jealous bitch, but do you… hmm actually fuck her? Not Lizzie, I mean Natasha.” Her eyes searched for him, but before he could answer, she spoke again. “Sorry, must be uncomfortable for you.”

“No, and… no.” Cillian cleared his throat at motioned for her to get closer. “I don’t fuck her and neither does Tommy… it’s… it’s like a choreography if that makes sense? We just talk about the moves, we have to simulate the thrusting and the lights and the camera men do the rest.”

“And you never get, you know… turned on?” She saw Cillian shook his head.

“No, it’s the most embarrassing and awkward thing, there are at least twenty people around, you’re listening to directions, focused on the lines, the next scene, where to walk… and there’s a barrier between us, it’s not like we get skin to skin, at least not in that scene…”

“It’s very similar to my photographs, I can have two people naked and it doesn’t mean they’re sleeping together, just portraying something.”

Her hand started to play with his chest hair.

“And what about the kisses? There’s no barrier there.”

Cillian looked at her playfully, she was really curious about that. “The kisses you see in movies and all of that, are the worst.” He assured her. “It’s not a real thing, again is a choreography, it’s a tasteless kiss, it’s empty.” He tried to explain. But judging by her confused look, he needed to explain better. “Sit down.” He ordered. “Now I’m going to kiss you for real.” Taking her face in his hands, he looked at her lips and tilting his head a little, his mouth kissed Yael gently, with passion, like he always did.

“Now pay attention.” He asked when he pulled away. “But don’t kiss me back, don’t move your lips.” As Yael closed her eyes, he moved awkwardly, opening his mouth but never fully transmitting the passion they shared. “Did you see the difference?”

“You just moved your head.” She frowned. “That was Tommy’s kiss?” Cillian nodded.

“That’s how the kiss you see in the big screen are made.”

Yael pulled him in again. “I prefer Cill’s kisses.” He chuckled against her lips.

“Another thing that’s very important… Tommy drinks… a lot.” Immediately she tensed.

“He has a cigarette and a glass of whiskey for breakfast. But it’s not real alcohol, it’s tea, like the tea you prepare from the can… that’s the whiskey we get on set.”

“I never thought of that…”

“Are you sure you will be okay watching me drinking on screen?” He was worried of her reaction.

Yael nodded and snuggled against his chest. “It’s okay, it’s not you, it’s Tommy… and the booze isn’t real.”

Smiling, Cillian nodded pleased that Yael understood his work and at the same time he knew this must be hard for her given her reject to alcohol.

“Did you get the tickets?” Yael nodded, a driver left them in the reception, she put them next to the phone. “I just need three for some of the camera crew, Justin wants to bring his fiancée and brother to the premier.”

A serious face shadowed Yael’s smile. “But I already gave all the tickets… I thought you gave me all of them.” But since she was a terrible liar, she started laughing immediately. “I’m only joking! You texted me how many tickets you needed.”

Cillian arched one of his eyebrows. “So you like to play, huh?” Yael let out a nervous laugh, right before Cillian took the pillow she had as protection over her torso to start tickling her ribs, earning the purest laugh, she was gasping for air, asking him to stop.

He finally stopped pinning her against the mattress, her arms up over her head.

“I’ve four left.” Yael admitted out of breath. Cillian kissed her neck. “How about we give those to someone who couldn’t make it to the premier?”

Yael loved those moments in bed with Cillian, those were her favorites. Her nails scratched slightly at his hair, it was longer now, especially at the top he wore it parted on the side, the fringe constantly getting on his eyes.

As he leaned in to kiss her, she could feel it tickling her face.

“It sounds good.” He answered before she started making other kind of sounds that spoke volumes that she was having a good time.

----

“Hey, you’ll be perfectly fine Cill.” Yael squeezed his hand.

He had been so quiet on the way to the premier, looking at the window or at the floor. He decided last minute he wouldn’t be wearing a tie to the event thinking the pattern looked too old fashioned.

“I really don’t want to leave you alone…”

Yael smiled at him. “Stop making excuses, walk the red carpet, smile for a little bit, and I will see you inside.”

As the car puller over in front of the red carpet, Cillian was grateful the windows had a special protection, so no one could see through.

Sighing, Cillian opened the door a little, Yael pulled him for a good luck kiss.

“Try to enjoy it, that will make it easier for you.”

Reluctantly, Cillian got out from the car and Yael was able to hear the crowd cheering and screaming his name.

Before pulling away, she saw him waving his hand to no one in particular before walking towards a couple of fans to sign them autographs, she would be driven around the building to the other door.

The all access pass around her neck earned Yael easy access to the room, some crew from the makeup and custom department that she met while Cillian was filming greeted her, most of them had a drink in their hands or the waitress constantly were offering one, so she decided to ask for a bottle of water to keep them at bay. Big posters decorated the room, she was shocked to see that some of the photographs she took of him were printed at a big scale.

He looked so different, its been months since the last time she saw Tommy Shelby that she almost forgot about his cold lifeless stare, the imposing presence he had, so far away from the lovely man Cillian was.

Where are youuuuu? -Was the text she got from Lee-Anne.

She had invited her friend to the premier, along with Dean but he was away on a photoshoot in Paris, Kayla and her cousin Violet, and her brothers Issac and Ivan the twins, who were on her way. They were so excited to be at the event.

Found you! -She replied her friend.

“Thought you would be at the red carpet.” Her cousin asked.

Yael gave each a hug and looked around, she had never been to a premier. Then, she explained that she wouldn’t walk with him, it was his moment and neither of them wanted to open that door to the press and public.

“I think I just saw Tom Hardy walking by.” Lee-Anne cheered excitedly.

Violet almost choked on her drink. “The man looks like a Greek God.”

“Oh, you even got all access! Does the meet and greet include a happy ending?” Lee-Anne teased Yael.

“Stop it!” She asked blushing, she wondered how Cillian was doing, she knew he struggled a lot with this part of his job.

As the theater went dark a man started to thank the people who attended the premier and did a little speech about the upcoming season, he also reminded the crowd they couldn’t share anything or record the episode.

The moment Yael saw Cillian with the other woman on screen, her heart stopped beating, it was something she couldn’t put into words, to hear his voice on the speakers, the look of his eyes, his posture, the accent, the clothes.

She didn’t even know she was holding her breath until Cillian placed his hand on her knee when a particular song started playing, it was the same song that had been on repeat before entering the room.

Yael looked at him excitedly, his eyes sparkling.

She knew he disliked adulation and praising his own work, but for an instant, she was able to see he was proud and excited to share this moment with her. Yael took his hand, linking her fingers with his, in the background the figures blurred in a cemetery, her eyes fixed in his features, not fully believing the man in the peaky cap was the same sitting next to her.

***

Cillian declined the drink he was offered and shook hands with someone he wouldn’t remember later, his eyes found Yael in the distance laughing at something one of her brothers was saying, Lee-Anne and Violet were chatting with Natasha. As Cillian waved someone goodbye, he saw Helen greeting Yael.

“Look at you!” Helen rubbed her arms and took Yael’s hands in hers. “Where is the boss? Well, he thinks he’s the boss.”

“Oh! Helen stop, you’re gorgeous!” Looking around, her eyes found Cillian’s. “Right behind you.”

“I’ll tell my friend you said that.” He joked. “What did you say at the red carpet? I couldn’t understand anything for the noise.”

Helen passed her arm around Yael. “So, you finally got to see the series! About time.”

Cillian shook his head. “Don’t start brainwashing her… Where’s Damian?”

Helen loved teasing Cillian, she made him smile genuinely and she looked excited as he was about this project.

“Are you coming to the after party? It’s at my place.” A man asked.

“Do you remember Steve, my love?” Cillian asked her as Steve offered his hand.

Yael nodded. “Sorry, we can’t go.” And he started to say one of those terrible excuses, when the real reason was that he wanted to take her to bed and make love until their bodies couldn’t take it anymore.

-----

“Hello?” He asked while pouring the coffee into two cups.

“I assume you haven’t seen your email yet, so I will make the long story short for you.” Steve announced on the phone as Yael appeared in the room wearing nothing but a towel around her frame, his eyes devoured her body. “We broke all records last night when they released the first episode of season two! They want us to start working on the next season as soon as possible and you’ll be executive producer.”

Yael planted a silent kiss on Cillian’s cheek and then took a sip of her coffee, his free hand started to undo the towel. “I see.” He answered to whoever was on the other side of the line. “Thank you, Steve, I’ll see you around.”

She started to walk away, but Cillian stopped her. Spinning her around, Yael wrapped her legs on his waist. “What are we celebrating?”

Scout barked at them, he wanted to be part of it too.

“We just got renewed for season three!” Yael hugged him tightly, he had been unsure at times. “And… I’m going to be producer of the show from now on.”

“I told you that you would get the recognition you deserve, my love, you’ve worked so hard for this moment.”

Yael kissed him savoring the moment, knowing how much it meant to him, she was genuinely happy because she knew all the work and love he put into this project.

“How do you want to celebrate?”

Linking his hands behind her back, Cillian seemed to think about it for a few seconds. “Let me just finish with the play, and then we go on a proper vacation, wherever you want, I don’t care about the place.” His smile lighting his whole face couldn’t even compare to how happy he actually was.

****

Did you like the premier part? Would you like to see more Cillian x Tommy parts? I always love reading your comments 💕

[thehappybaker]

@monthly-challenge 2024 | Taking a nap

This story features my original characters Dawn and Mikayla!

They were waiting in front of the science museum with the rest of the 7th and 8th grade science class waiting for the bus.

It had been a fun trip, Dawn thought, holding the bag full of things she got at the gift shop.

She had been to this museum before with her dad, so a second time with her friend Mikayla for a science trip with her class felt great.

Mikayla had said she had passed by the museum on walks with her mom whenever they were in the city, so this was a great chance to go.

Before they had left the school, they were assigned to be in a group of three, luckily they could choose. So Dawn and Mikayla had paired with each other.

Much to their surprise, Kira had walked up to them to ask them if she could join their group, to which they said yes.

And so the trip to the science museum had begun.

It was alot of fun, they went into a snake section of the museum and looked at all the different kinds. Dawn petted a few that the staff said they could. Mikayla didn't feel comfortable but liked to watch the snakes doing their own things. Kira surprisingly had alot of fun facts about snakes and told the little kids all about them.

They went into a section where you could do fun science experiments. It was a very messy experience, but everyone was laughing even with the mess. Mikayla had somehow created a mini messy explosion, which sent Kira into a giggle fit, and Dawn with a couple of photos.

Next everyone went to the observatory for a talk about stars, which was basically a magic treehouse section. None of the girls really got into the magic treehouse series, but liked the whole talk about the stars with it. It did get them a little interested into the series.

Dawn said that they had a rocket game where you fly a rocket to Mars and try not to crash.

It was very chaotic and they almost crashed a few times,("Ahhh meteors!" "Where should I turn...whoa!" "Left i think...no right!") they managed to complete the mission.

They each got pictures of them the game took of them during the game, which they happily took.

After going threw a butterfly exhibit, a room about the bones of old animals and dinosaurs, and a experiment about balloons, everyone who wanted to go to the gift shop went.

Dawn bought a magnet, a plush of a dinosaur, and a puzzle of the galaxy. Mikayla bought a key chain of the museum, and a key chain of a rocket. Kira bought a plush of a snake, a poster of the galaxy and a book about butterflies.

Soon the bus arrived as everyone was waiting,and they got on. Kira say with a group of girls from one of the 8th grade science class, while Dawn and Mikayla sat near the back next to each other.

They were both exhausted from all the walking and the excitement threw out the day.

Dawn felt herself grift of to sleep, when she woke up they were still on the bus heading back to school. Kira was glancing back at them, holding her finger to her lips, shushing her.

Dawn was confused but a glance to her left told her that Mikayla was taking a nap beside her, head leaning on her shoulder. Dawn smiled, at the scene.

Today had been a fun day. To explore the museum with Mikayla was a fun experience Dawn wanted to do again.

She had taken many pictures during the trip, she wanted to show Mikayla later.

Dawn held Mikayla's hand with her own, and leaned her head next to Mikayla's. A nap after a fun experience like that would be nice. Especially with a friend.

[raibebe]

Genre: fluff Words: 2044 Prompt: poly Dream 00 line x gn reader

Warnings: boys kissing and being cute

A/N: This has been in my WIP folder since like November and now I finally finished it because I was just craving to write something terribly domestic. (And I am trying to slowly but surely work myself through that folder and I knew I could complete this one the fastest.)

“You’re already awake,” you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around Jaemin’s torso from behind, having followed the smell of food to the kitchen in your half-awake state. “You scared me, baby,” he laughed it off but you could feel his erratic heartbeat beneath your fingers. “‘m sorry,” you slurred into his back, eyes almost slipping shut again. “Go back to bed, darling. I’ll wake you up once I’m done here.” “Jeno’s snoring.” That made Jaemin chuckle, the sound so sincere it brought a smile to your face as well. “Then go take a nap on the sofa, I’ll get you a blanket,” he tried next when he felt your miserable attempt at stifling your yawn with the thin cotton of his shirt, “We wore you out last night.” “I’m not gonna break,” you pouted, holding Jaemin just a little bit tighter as if to prove a point. “I know, baby,” he sighed, turning off the stove for a moment so he could turn around in your hold to wrap his arms around your shoulders, “But you’re falling asleep on your feet and I can’t have you hit your pretty head.” To emphasize, Jaemin pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “M’kay,” you gave in, slumping more of your weight forward. “Go get comfortable, I’ll fetch you a blanket,” he smiled, quickly pecking your lips to avoid morning breath, leaving a gentle prickle of his minty toothpaste behind before he untangled your body from his to gently scoot you over to the living room.

You only mumbled indistinguishable accusations of him not loving you under your breath as you tried to get comfortable on the cold sofa. If only Jeno wouldn’t snore or you’d have it in you to slap him so he’d stop at least for a little while. But he had looked so peaceful, all starfished out on the bed and his pink lips forming a little pout as his strong chest rose and fell with his steady breaths.

“Move over,” a voice pulled you from your thoughts moments before a warm body curled around yours, fastening a blanket around you two.

“Did Nana wake you up?” “He stubbed his toe somewhere,” Donghyuck grumbled, his melodic voice always a little scratchy in the mornings. “You’re warm,” you sighed, nuzzling into his chest until not even a piece of paper could have fit between your bodies, pressed together head to toe. “Your personal heater,” he sighed, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “My sun,” you smiled into his chest, lured back to sleep by his warmth, the familiarity of his touch and the even rhythm of his breath.

What woke you for the second time that morning was way more pleasant than getting kneed in the back by someone only to realize that one of your boyfriends was snoring again and therefore preventing you from falling back asleep. “Wake up, angel,” a soft voice gently lured you awake, accompanied by a hand stroking through your hair. “Don’t wanna,” you mumbled, trying to bury yourself deeper into Donghyuck’s chest who sluggishly tightened his grip on you. “Breakfast is ready, angel. Nana cooked your favorite.” “What about me?” Donghyuck grumbled, making the other man giggle. “You’ll like it as well,” he promised, “And coffee is almost done as well.”

“Tea?” You asked, slowly blinking your eyes back open to find Renjun kneeling next to the sofa, his head cushioned on Donghyuck’s other pec as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Jasmine,” he smiled, “Good morning.” “G’ morning,” you smiled back, letting out a little squeak when he affectionately booped the tip of your nose before he straightened up again, the hoodie he must have stolen from one of the other boys hiding his hands and falling to somewhere mid-thigh. “No good morning kiss?” Donghyuck sulked, pushing out his lips. “Morning breath, Donghyuck,” Renjun rolled his eyes but bent back down to kiss his boyfriend softly anyways. “Stop playing hard to get,” Donghyuck pouted, watching Renjun’s frame retreat back to the kitchen to help Jaemin get all the food he had prepared onto the dining table.

“Don’t wanna get up,” you yawned, stretching your body on the exhale before you curled it around Donghyuck again, one of your legs thrown over his hip. “I bet they’re being meanies and let Jeno sleep,” he pouted, squeezing you tightly against his chest, “But of course, we have to get up and eat.” “Their favoritism is showing,” you agreed, giggling softly. Donghyuck simply hummed, his hands slowly caressing your back, dipping beneath your shirt that you were pretty sure actually belonged to Jaemin.

“Come on, you sleepyheads,” Renjun called from the table, the smell of breakfast and coffee accompanying him. “With milk please, no sugar,” Donghyuck just groaned. “Not what I asked,” Renjun scoffed but left the room to fetch the milk anyways. “You think he’ll ever stop playing hard to get?” You quietly asked, finally sitting up to look down at your boyfriend, his hair messy and sleep clinging to his every cell. “One can hope,” he chuckled, rubbing his hands over his face before raking them through his hair. “Kiss?” You smiled softly. “Just because I love you,” Donghyuck replied softly, sitting up as well so he could carefully cup your face and press a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Stop making out, food is getting cold,” Jaemin scolded you two when you were seconds away from climbing onto Donghyuck’s lap to deepen the kiss. “You’re just jealous,” he teased, sticking out his tongue at the younger. “Don’t,” Renjun sighed, squeezing Jaemin’s shoulder, “I don’t want you two arguing first thing in the morning.” “We don’t argue,” Donghyuck pouted, pulling you up and towards the table filled with food, “It’s our love language, Junnie.” “This looks so good,” you beamed at Jaemin, kissing his cheek, “Thank you.” “Can’t have my babies be hungry,” he simply smiled, pulling out a chair for you to sit on.

“Did no one wake up Jeno?” Donghyuck asked, sitting down next to you before filling his and Jaemin’s cups with coffee. “You can try but he is out like a stone,” Renjun shrugged, carefully pouring tea into the remaining cups, “Didn’t wake up even when Jaemin opened the curtains or when I showered and changed.” “He did get a lot of attention yesterday,” Jaemin grinned, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows as he filled up each of your plates, having memorized what everyone liked best since months ago. “Is that what the kids call it these days?” Donghyuck just laughed but threw Jaemin a kiss anyways when he received his plate. “Won’t he be confused if he wakes up all alone?” You asked, carefully taking a sip from your tea. “He’ll follow the smell of the food,” Renjun assured you, gently squeezing your hand before he dug into the food. “Baby needs his beauty sleep,” Jaemin agreed, skipping his meal in favor of slurping his first cup of coffee.

None of you were particularly talkative in the mornings, so the silence in the room was simply filled with the sounds of your cutlery on the plates and the occasional slurping of your hot drink of choice. The silence also made it very easy to tell when Jeno woke up, clearly hearing the groan he let out before making one of his trademark confused noises that made Jaemin snicker into his second cup of coffee. “He’s so cute,” he sighed dreamily. “You’re down bad, Nana,” Donghyuck snickered, stealing a piece of scrambled egg from Renjun’s plate while he was busy furiously typing on his phone, probably starting an argument on Reddit again. “Can you blame me?” Jaemin just sighed, turning his body towards the hallway door where you could already hear Jeno’s footsteps.

“G’ morning,” the man in question mumbled, a lazy smile on his lips as he scratched the back of his neck almost sheepishly. “At least wear a shirt to breakfast, you animal,” Donghyuck snorted but raked his eyes up and down his boyfriend’s body anyway, admiring the purple hickeys all over his chest and down his abs, some even on his strong thighs. “Thought you wanted to see your handiwork,” Jeno stuck out his tongue at him. “But you’ll get cold, grab a sweater so we can have breakfast like normal people,” Renjun nagged, quickly going back on his typing spree. “There’s a cardigan on the armchair in the living room,” you simply smiled. “See, this is why I love you the most,” Jeno grinned, pressing a kiss to your hair as he walked past you.

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Jaemin laughed, filling Jeno’s cup with coffee. Instead of an answer, you only heard a burst of laughter from the living room. “You good?” Donghyuck asked, leaning back on his chair to catch a glimpse of what was happening until he almost toppled over. Instead of answering Donghyuck’s question, you just heard Jeno giggle. “I think he lost it,” Renjun concluded, finally putting his phone down to shovel the scrambled eggs on his plate into his mouth. “Guys,” Jeno heaved, still giggling as he walked back into the kitchen, clad in what must be one of Renjun’s soft pastel cardigans with strawberries embroidered into it. But what made Donghyuck spit out half his toast over the table was the way Jeno’s muscular form stretched out the fabric, the buttons trying their hardest to keep the fabric closed and how it didn’t even cover half of his abs.

“Oh my god, you idiot, take that off, that was expensive,” Renjun screeched, jumping up from his seat to all but rip his cardigan off of a still giggling Jeno. “If there is even a thread out of place on this, you will buy me a replacement,” he threatened, digging his pointer finger into Jeno’s now naked chest. “You’re not as intimidating as you think you are,” Jeno simply smiled, scooping Renjun’s smaller frame up into his arms to lift him up from the ground before peppering his face with soft kisses. “I swear to god Lee Jeno, put me down or-” But Jeno didn’t let Renjun finish his threat, instead pressing a kiss to his lips to shut him up.

“Naaaw,” Jaemin cooed from his seat at the table, his phone up and recording the whole scene. “Love in fact isn’t dead,” Doghyuck sighed, dramatically clutching his chest. “It’s not,” you grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Smiling tenderly, your boyfriend nodded before he gently cupped your face to tenderly kiss you as well. “Well this is not fair,” Jaemin sulked and you had to stifle your laughter because you could basically hear his pout.

“Nooo, Jaeminnie,” Jeno cooed. “You’re so dramatic,” Renjun snorted and Donghyuck just fondly shook his head before all four of your crowded around your boyfriend to share all the love and kisses the confided space at the table let you: Kissing his cheeks and his lips, wrapping your arms around him and gently patting his head. “Okay, okay, enough,” Jaemin giggled, trying to escape Donghyuck’s tickling fingers, “Enough, I believe that you love me.” “More than anything,” you smiled, nuzzling into his shoulder. “I believe you,” he smiled, pressing quick kisses to everyone’s cheeks.

��But I still won’t serve breakfast to naked people.” “I’m literally wearing boxers,” Jeno whined, making you and the other boys laugh. “Go grab a shirt, you dumbass. It’s not that hard,” Renjun smiled, nudging Jeno back towards the bedroom. “But I’m hungryyy~” “Then you better be quick or I’ll eat all the pancakes,” you teased, loading your plate up with more of the tiny, heart-shaped pancakes Jaemin had made. “You wouldn’t dare,” Jeno glared at you. “If I help her, you’ll have even less time,” Donghyuck grinned, shoving a whole pancake into his mouth. “Stop teaming up on me, I just want to have a peaceful breakfast,” Jeno wailed, skidding back to the bedroom. “I think we gave up peaceful mornings the moment we decided it was a good idea to date more than one person,” Jaemin smiled, finally putting some food for himself onto his plate. “And still, I don’t regret a thing,” you smiled back, blowing a kiss in his direction.

[togacaffe]

✦ | 1:06 PM

PAIRING. muichiro tokito x gn!reader

SUMMARY. he wants nothing more than to cuddle with you as you both doze off after a tiring mission.

you peacefully laid in the garden. taking in the breath of the wind against your soft skin. inhaling the fresh air with a hint of earthy aroma. watching the clouds forming shapes beyond our imagination.

drowsily closing your eyes. you smiled completely satisfied with your current life. what more could you ask for when you have the perfect suitor who can love and protect you?

you steadied yourself as you got up from your gazing spot. entering the mansion and heading into the kitchen. humming a melody as you prepared muichiro’s favorite meal for him to savor once he arrives.

“he is going to love this,” you exclaimed. neatly putting the meal away for later.

his crow abruptly woke you up earlier this morning with a message. telling you that he was most likely to arrive later in the afternoon.

“hi y/n-chan, i hope you’ve been taking care of yourself while i’ve been away. i can’t wait to see you. the main purpose of this message is to inform you that i might arrive later in the afternoon. i’ll be home soon enough. i look forward to your hugs once i return.”

so, there you were patiently waiting for his return. you couldn’t wait to finally be able to feel his warm embrace.

the door slid open revealing a tired muichiro. "im home y/n-chan," he wearily smiled. "welcome home chiro-kun," engulfing him in a hug.

"i missed your hugs," he mumbled as he snuggled deeper in the crook of your neck.

you get out a lighthearted giggle at the sleepy hashira that clung onto you so dearly.

"would you like to eat ? i prepared your favorite." "mmm can we nap first ?" muichiro murmured. "of course," you whispered while intertwining your hands together.

"come, let's go to my room." he hummed in agreement, slightly lifting his head to meet your soft smile.

"your hand really is a perfect fit," he stated. softly creasing your hand with his thumb. lifting it up to his lips to press a kiss on the backside of your palm. "flattery won't get you anywhere," you chuckled.

muichiro trailed behind as you walked towards your room. he stared at your back wondering how lucky he got.

you slid the door open and moved to lay on your futon. "nap with me chiro," patting the spot beside you. a yawn escaping your lips as he quietly laid beside you.

he shifted his position as you wrapped your arms around his figure. your steady breathing served as a sign that you had fallen asleep.

the corner of his lips quirked up as he observed your features. how could one look so mesmerizing as they peacefully slumbered?

scooting closer to feel your warmth. inhaling your scent as he buried his face in your neck.

everything about you was so intoxicating and he knew that very well.

"i love you muichiro," you whispered. finally admitting those three special words. "i love you too," he mumbled. you know there's no way he's ever letting you go now, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[goldnn-harry]

Can we get some more singledadrry? ❤️

ofc! not sure if you wanted just singledadrry or a little bit of romance included like in my last fic, but i went with just singledadrry :) i could always make a part 2 with romance in it so lmk!

“no daddy the other one looks better!”

harry laughed, “ this one?” he held up the pink outfit he had just tried on.

“yes! it's shinier,” daisy, his 3 year old daughter, said.

he smiled. “do you like shiny a lot?”

daisy grinned and nodded.

“then i guess we'll go with the pink. and i'll also make sure a lot of the other outfits are shiny too.” harry was having a fitting for his upcoming tour. he had already seen many sketches for his outfits, but this was the first time trying them on.

right now he was choosing one for the first show.

“what about this one?” he did a little twirl, modeling some cream color pants with a white and blue stripped shirt, and some red suspenders.

daisy giggled, “daddy you look like miranda from youtube!”

harry laughed and gasped in fake hurt. “alright come here.” he grabbed her and kissed all over her face, earning loud giggles from her.

“stop it daddy!” daisy squirmed in his arms, giggling.

harry chuckled and set her down. “do i really look like miranda?”

the three year old giggled again. “you don't look like her, its just the outfit! but i still like it,”

harry smiled. “then we'll keep it.”

she nodded, “can we go eat now?”

“just a bit more. i'm almost done bunny,”

daisy pouted but nodded. harry had taught her manners very well, and she didn't mind waiting a bit more.

but ten quick minutes soon turned into two hours, and by the time harry was done daisy was fast asleep.

harry smiled down at her and gently picked her up. he walked to the car with her, buckling her up in her carseat gently, and then getting in the driver seat.

he glanced at daisy one more time and started driving.

once at home, he looked through the rear view mirror. it was a bit surprising to see daisy asleep still, since she usually woke up before they got home.

none the less, harry got out of the car and very carefully took daisy out of the carseat.

once they were almost inside, harry heard very quiet giggles coming from the young girl. he couldn't help but smile as he realized she had been faking sleeping so harry would carry her.

“oh you little trickster. were you faking it this whole time?”

daisy laughed, “you believed it!”

harry grinned and kissed her cheeks, “yes i did!” he smiled, “are you ready for a bath?”

she nodded, “i'm tired,”

“how so? you just napped baby,”

daisy shrugged and cuddled closer into harry's chest. harry frowned as he felt the heat of her forehead against him. “is your nose stuffy or anything?” he asked, while pressing the back of his hand to her warm forehead.

“a little bit i think,”

he nodded. “alright, i'll give you a warm bath and then you can nap. i'm pretty sure you have a cold so you can sleep it off,” he smiled gently and set her in the tub after he filled it up.

harry gave her a warm bath, making it quick so she wouldn't be in the water for long, and because she wasn't a huge fan of baths.

after he finished he dressed her up and tucked her in. “i'm gonna get you some medicine and i'll be back alright?”

she yawned and nodded. “can i go with you please?”

he smiles, “of course.” harry picked her back up and walked to the kitchen.

he serve a bit of medicine in a cup and grabbed a cookie for her.

“ready?”

“smells yucky,” she wrinkled her nose.

“i know baby. but you need to get better alright? you'll probably just drink it today anyways. and look, you can eat a cookie to wash it down.”

“okay..” she mumbled. she took the cup from harry and drank. her face contorted in disgust as she forced herself to drink it. she quickly grabbed the cookie from harry, munching on it to get rid of the taste.

harry chuckled, “alright, let's brush your teeth. it'll completely get rid of the taste.”

she nodded eagerly. harry walked to the bathroom and set her on the counter. he gently brushed her teeth, making sure to get all the left overs of the cookies off.

he helped her rinse her mouth and then took her back to bed. after tucking her in, daisy asked him to read her a bedtime to story. harry complied (of course) and read another chapter of the fairytale they were currently in the middle of.

“alright bunny. time for bed now,” he kissed her forehead and smiled.

“night daddy,” she mumbled, already falling asleep.

“good night,” harry smiled and walked out of her room.

he couldn't think of a greater blessing than the one of being a father.

[rumblelibrary]

Can I have something super soft and sweet with Andrea? I need some content from my cottagecore husband. You can decide whatever you want to do with it!

The Perfect Day [Andrea Marowski x fem!Reader]

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: fluff

A/N: thank you for making me write this lifesaver <3

The soft chirping of the birds woke you up. You stirred lightly, a smile coming across your lips as you felt the soft lavender scent over your young husband skin. You slept holding hands, your forehead against his chest as your eyes got used to the bright light outside the window.

The soft cotton sheets clung around your naked bodies along with some heavier quilted duvet, legs tangled as he breathed slowly still deep into his slumber.

You observed him into his simplest nature, he looked so much younger when asleep, his features perfect as kissed by the gentle morning light.

You slowly moved your hand away, he frowned but with time you mastered the art of leaving the bed without awakening him. He huffed, face buried into the pillows as he rolled onto his stomach covering the warm spot you left. Your hand gently onto his soft hair caressing them away from his face. The time seemed to be something unknown to you.

After adjusting the covers over his shoulder you shivered into your nakedness, your hands grasping onto your white nightdress pulling it over you to cover your frame before adding up a burgundy cardigan belonging to Andrea to protect you against the goosebumps your body suffered for leaving the warm comfort of his presence.

You stepped into the kitchen quietly, breathing in the soft smell of a new day. Your hands went immediately to unveil the dough that was covered by a cloth and you left to raise during the night, it was now ready to be baked and you’ll have your warm bread for the day. Andrea spent the day before picking up the mature fruits from your trees, so it was easy to wash them and cut them while you put on the pot for your morning tea.

You hummed softly a song that Andrea was rehearsing with his violin for few days, now helplessly stuck with you, your hands unveiling the pie you prepared the day before cutting some slices.

Before anything else you moved away going to your garden standing barefoot onto the cold stone of the steps, you hugged yourself enjoying the view before slipping on some comfortable shoes and settling the table. The summer day was amazing and the morning breeze made the heat unnoticeable. A white table cloth with fresh flowers and then your started going back and forth from the kitchen to the garden bringing dishes and plates

You blinked surprised as little Anthony, the 14 years old son of the local baker, passed by with his bike waving at you. He blushed as you just looked so calm and relaxed.

“Got the mail and the newspaper Mrs Marowski” he said as he hopped off his bike to hand it to you. You picked one of the peaches you got into a basket nearby handing it to him I return “Thank you Anthony, have a good day”

He smiled and nodded vehemently as he rushed off back to his duties.

You looked down onto the mails: an invite to a concert in London, something from your parents, something in polish coming from Andrea’s family and a voluminous yellow envelope that was coming from Andrea's favourite music shop in London and by the weight you could tell it was some new music sheets. Also a note from your seamstress telling you that the new winter coats need the last fittings.

You were about to check the first page of the newspaper as a loud meowing made you jump.

Andrea was standing in front of you, soft khaki pants with a loose white shirt, your cat draped onto him, a beautiful grey British short hair who was staring at you.

“Did Laszlo woke you up?”

“Did you doubt it?” Andrea asked with a chuckle as he leaned closer to you, a kiss resting onto your lips as the cat jumped off his arm.

“I hate to wake up on an empty bed, even if your table setting is the best” he assured as he smiled at you tangling you into another kiss.

“Mh, the tea” you just reminded yourself as he chuckled 

“One more, one more” he begged between chuckles stealing another kiss before letting you go inside and he proceeded to give the annoying boss of your cat the food he deserved and demanded.

He sat on the chair enjoying the soft breeze as you brought a small tray with the tea to complete the set up.

He hummed softly opening the package coming from London gleefully as he admired his new music sheets.

“Your presence is required to see a new concert, I think they want to show off to have you as solo violin” you said showing him the invitation while sitting with him. He admired you, he stared at you with a soft smile “I will have to hear my agent first” he said as he meant you. You always had a good gut feelings and often kept him from taking random impulsive decisions.

“There’s something from your family too” you added and he smirked 

“You read it first” he said as he was helping you with polish and you sighed softly using one of your butter knives to open the letter. His hand quickly went to your cookies taking one happy bite as he still stared at the music on paper.

His eyes darting up only to look at you focused onto the paper scribbled by his parents and you nodded explaining to him a letter that was mostly about every day updates

“This word” you signalled as he leaned in lightly in to read it as there was only one point you didn’t seem to grasp not even by the words before or after it.

He chuckled loudly almost chocking onto the crumbles covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What?”

You asked as he blushed deeply.

“Oh no, they hated my knit work? Is it that?”

He shook his head as you frowned at him waving that letter expecting an answer before your mind went onto the worried train of thoughts.

“It means” he licked his lips, eyes shining “It means pregnancy, not literally it is a more discreet way to say it, more like expecting something, but they mean that, my mum wants to know when she can call herself grandmother”

You blushed deeply as you looked down, you are such a young couple and you’re actually enjoying this phase, now it is not like every little delay of your period didn’t make your heart do the backflips, but to be asked so directly felt weird.

“Don’t worry about it, she means it in a good way, they adore you and they keep saying how you brought some sense into me”

He smiled taking your hand gently kissing the back of it.

“We have Laszlo for now it is more than enough” he joked to light you up and you giggled “Indeed” you said as you looked around finding the cat running after some butterflies. Andrea always complained that Laszlo hated him, Laszlo was your cat even before the polish man came into your life, but truth to be told they were best buddies: the cat would always check where he was and Andrea was the first to always feed him.

“I was thinking we could go to town today, I promised Ursula to play for her tea party with some friends coming all the way from Edinburgh and maybe we can go past the bookshop and buy some flour and whatever else. I could plant some pumpkin seeds, I love your velvety pumpkin cream for autumn”

You smiled as he really can’t wait for the colder season even if that meant to see you more dressed and clothed he also loved to nuzzle with you in front of the fire.

“Agreed” you said and he smiled proudly as you handed him the letter from your family and he sighed softly but proceeded to read it like you did with his.

He was way better at English, but mostly spoken English, he still hated to read and you picked books for him too even if he always puppy eyed you into reading for him.

He read quietly the letter as you ate some pie. He frowned lightly as he spelled out loud some words, sometimes he did it to learn the difference from a word that he knows and how it was written.

When you both drank your tea and he finally indulged into the local news he hushed you to get dressed “You take the longest to get ready, I’ll clean up” he said winking at you making you huff and roll your eyes playfully.

So you did, you went to wash yourself and braided your hair into an updo hairstyle, a light white dressy shirt and a long pleaded skirt for you as you also prepared the clothes for him.

As you redid your bed and he walked inside after clearing up the kitchen you couldn’t help but adore him into his little routines, the way he shaved and got prepared, the way he wore the clothes you figured out for him with happy delight. He loved how you looked after him, he felt loved, the small attentions like that one put him at rest, he relaxed and he felt babied and he loved it.

He picked the case of his violin handing it to you using it to pull you closer and steal another kiss. You chuckled as he leaned in to kiss you again, and again, and once more.

“Andrea” you whispered as he chuckled softly kissing you once again, he smelled so good, his skin soft and perfumed thanks to his aftershave oil.

How could you resist him?

“Two minutes” you whispered leaning back down the violin over your vanity to be able to wrap your arms around his neck letting out a soft yelp as he fell over you on the bed.

Useless to say that it wasn’t two minutes and not even twenty, your trembling legs around him and the way you guided him to give you just what you wanted from him always drove him crazy.

After a short nap you really had to begin to get going, he helped you to dress up slowly zipping up your skirt and you had a new rush of pleasure just by buttoning up his shirt covering his chest peppered with hickeys.

You locked the house and he pulled out his black bike putting the violin box in the basket on the front along with your white one “I prefer when we go with one” he complained but you chuckled “yes, but if we buy few things we will have to go by walking” you made him notice and he sighed nodding.

He waited for you as you pedalled your way to the town centre, he was swaying in front of you and you raced a bit against each other until the stone bridge that welcomed you there.

“See you at Ursula’s” you said and he nodded leaning in to kiss you one more time, he indulged into that kiss a littlest as he opened his eyes slowly, a smile playing over his lips.

“My wife” he said, sometimes he repeated it like he had to remind himself. You chuckled as you kissed his cheek and you go parted.

You knew Ursula liked to pared Andrea off, you let her do it, she came with time to like you, she saw how much good you did to Andrea, how much balance you gave to him, his behaviour was stable, he settled down.

You stopped to the local grocery store taking up some spices, some cinnamon in particular as you knew how much Andrea loved it on sweets, few little cooking and baking items you missed and then off to the bookstore.

“Hello hello” you said as the old man there greeted you “The books you ordered arrived” he said as he moved his shaky legs into the back of the shop bringing you the easy books in polish you ordered to practice some reading. You smiled looking at them as Andrea gave you the titles of books that made his youth and also few new ones for him. You added to that stock a new cooking book and few novels for Andrea and his English. The old man was the sweetest, he kept the booster open no matter the weather and politics and he always made sure to find anything you might be looking for.

He helped you tie all your buyings together onto the bike so after paying you just pushed it walking through the town, just enjoying a good time around giving yourself time until you made it to Ursula’s home.

Well, you called Ursula’s but Janet as always there even if her presence was always quieter you teamed up with her most of the time letting Ursula enjoy her time with Andrea.

You smiled stopping in your track as you heard the soft sound of the violin, you closed your eyes breathing in, like you could enjoy the music through the air.

You adjusted your dress and smiling to yourself, the moment sinking in slowly.

Your husband, your life, the idea of coming back home together, cuddle on the couch, listen to his words, having his honey eyes on you.

A natural smiled appeared on your lips.

After few moments you decided to keep going, you pulled your bike  letting it rest against the fence, Janet appearing at the doorstep to welcome you in.

Your perfect day.

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[saiqherrr]

— earth is so rough   (m. fushiguro)

.pairing megumi x fem!reader

.content warning/tags fluff, cuddling, kissing, hugging, abuse, daddy issues, lil angst

.synopsis megumi wants to run away with you

.a/n this is dedicated to my very good friend honda. ily. the biggest megumi fan ik. yeah so here. also, the plot is inspired by tyler the creator’s song, “okaga ca”. there might be some typos, i did not proof read at all. i will be editing this from time to time to fix it up so yuh

megumi is 18.

THEY GOT INTO IT AGAIN. megumi and his intense, persistent father had contended once more. when he called you and asked you to pick him up from his place, you didn’t ask questions, nor did you hesitate. you knew his circumstances well. toji’s father was an over-achiever and he anticipated his son to be the same way. there was continuously something off-base with anything megumi did. megumi couldn’t recall the last time his father ever said the words “i’m proud of you.”

megumi had gotten into your car with a black, fitted t-shirt on, grey sweatpants and old sneakers. you could tell he had just gotten out of the shower, too; his hair was down like his fathers, his damp, black locks of hair stuck to his face in contrast to the gelled up spiky style he usually rocked. he smelled like coco butter, most likely from the lotion he used. his dark eyes met yours once he settled into the car. they were bloodshot and you swore you could see them tremble.

did he make him cry?

usually, when megumi quarreled with his father, he was left irate and disillusioned, however, it rarely ever made him sad. megumi noticed you had observed his eyes for too long and he adverted them quickly.

you gulped, fixing your hold on the wheel as you watched him buckle in his seat belt. sighing sadly, you put the car in drive and made your way to a parking lot near a playground, a spot where you knew you could see the moon from.

you both sat in silence for a while. he sniffed a couple of times and cleared his throat. you wanted to know what happened this time specifically because it seemed to have left megumi so shaken up. you jumped the gun and decided to ask.

“megumi, what happened?”

he looked at you with an eyebrow raised. it seemed to bother him that you asked since you’ve never asked before. “we argued, that’s it.” his voice was so stern it made you flinched.

“then what did your father say that was different this time? you were cry-”

“nothing was different.” megumi raised his voice. he desperately wanted you to stop asking. digging deep was something he wasn’t used to.

“quit lying to me,” you persisted.

megumi kissed his teeth and threw the back of his head against the seat. “for fucks sake, y/n, why are you pressing me so hard about it?” megumi’s voice lamentably split and he let out an unstable breath afterward. he was crying again. he felt his throat closing up, his face becoming a slight shade of red as he was trying to hold his tears back. a conspicuous vein appeared on the side of his neck and his hands clasped together on the back of his neck.

the sight felt so unnatural for you. you had never seen megumi this way and a heavy feeling sat in your heart. “megumi...stop...” he was starting to scare you. your eyebrows jerked, curling upwards in concern as you put your hand on his thigh, squeezing it. “please, let it out.” your voice was soft but oddly encouraging. it was enough to let megumi’s emotions free. the car was filled with megumi’s excruciating cries. ugly, uproarious crying filled each zone of the car. his breathing was sporadic, his face clenched with distress. his cries would falter in certain minutes and after that begin once more with boisterous wails. you rubbed his back in an endeavor to calm him down, hoping he’d be able to express himself properly.

the crying subsided eventually, and his breathing had become stable. his nose was red, his eyes were swollen and the right side of his lip was bleeding from biting on it. “i’m sorry...”

“for what?” you ask, confused.

megumi gulped and looked out the window. “for crying like that...”

your body got chills, hearing him feel guilty for showing emotion. it was probably something that his father had beat into him. “megumi, don’t ever apologize for expressing yourself.” megumi looked like he was gonna cry again, but not because he was upset about what you said, but because he wished his father had given him emotional support like normal, supportive fathers would. he held back this time because he genuinely wanted to keep his composure to talk. “let’s get some air.”

megumi nodded as you both got out of the car. you let the car stop running but left it on and turned up the volume to let the math-rock playlist you had playing be louder so you could hear it just enough on the outside. you both got onto the front of your car and laid back on it.

megumi looked at you with those raven eyes and clenched his jaw. you saw youth in his eyes, innocence. you saw a child that never got to properly grow up. “he told me...he was better off selling me... to the clan.”

your heart dropped and you turned away from him as the words repeated in your head. you knew toji could be vicious and stern, but you didn’t know he could say something so heartless to his son. now everything made sense as to why megumi was so distraught.

“that... was really wrong.” your voice was two-dimensional, but you were at a loss of words. “i don’t know what to say, megumi, i’m sorry.”

megumi chuckled. “it’s fine. it’s fucked, i know. i didn’t know what to say either.” he got quiet all of a sudden, an eerily pleasant smile grew on his face. “i just wished he loved me.”

the words made your lips part in shock. you wanted to respond, but nothing came out of your mouth. megumi didn’t take his eyes off the moon, and that smile still didn’t fade. “megumi, i do genuinely think your father loves you...but he has a very hard time showing it.”

“i don’t know...i don’t care. i just don’t want to be around him anymore,” he utters. he extended his arm and put it around you, and proceeded to pull you closer to his body. his body warmth comforted you. this was all you needed in your life, his content. your nail drew circles on his chest and he rubbed your back simultaneously. he suddenly picked your small body up and placed you on top of his own, pulling you down by the neck so that your lips could arrive at his.

you both shared a few tiny pecks before your tongues started clashing together. he slides his tongue along your mouth. it was a muddled and somewhat abnormal kiss however it didn't make any difference to neither of you. there was love with each touch, every smooch. you both forgot about oxygen, desperately breaking away from one another.

you looked down into his eyes and smiled. “i love you so much, megumi.” your voice was close to a whisper. megumi stared into your eyes for what felt like forever. he finally spoke

“y/n, would you run away with me?”

“run away?” you repeat. your eyebrows knitted together, baffled. “why...?”

“wouldn’t be fun? we’re 18. we’re about to graduate school.” he spoke of it so casually as if there was no flaw to the sudden idea. “i want to get away from here, but i don’t want to abandon you.”

“all this is so sudden, megumi. i’m willing to do a lot for you, but i’m more worried about you making a decision you might regret-” he quickly cut you off.

“i won’t regret it.” megumi’s voice was so serious. as serious as the time he first said he loved you. your pupils grew with excitement. “so are you going to come?”

you nodded eagerly, your face flushed with giddy warmth. you two broke the embrace and didn’t hesitate to get into the car again. you turned down the music and put the key into the ignition, the engine revving up.

you guys didn’t have a set destination, but if you went straight ahead, you knew the place wouldn’t matter as long as you were far, far away from home. after an hour of driving, you were getting tired and decided to find out the nearest motel. you were lucky enough to have some cash on you. once you located the motel, you drove there quickly, eager to be in a bed. megumi had his seat cranked back, laying on it peacefully.

you nudged him a little bit it to wake him up. “gumi..”

megumi jolted out of his sleep, flinching hard and his eyes shooting open. you giggled uncontrollably. the way megumi always woke up from his sleep like he was panicked was comical to you.

“we’re at a motel. we’ll rest here for tonight.”

he nodded as he continued to awake himself from his nap. his phone buzzed and it slightly startled him. you watched him as his phone illuminated his pale face. you watched his jaw clench. “what’s wrong?”

“it’s my dad.”

you leaned over to see what he saw. there were a couple of messages, a few minutes apart, the last one was sent just a second ago.

i shouldn’t have said that to you. 9:14 pm

i’m sorry. 9:20 pm

come back as soon as possible 9:21 pm

are you with y/n?? she’s welcome to stay over once you come back. 9:40 pm

i know you’re mad, i’m sorry i really am megumi. 9:43 pm

i know i’m not the best father. i just don’t want to see you fail. i don’t want you to make the same mistakes i did. it’s not excuse, but i never meant to hurt you. 9:45pm

come back home as soon as you can. i love you son 10:21 pm

you blinked a couple of times and sighed heavily. “do you want to go ba-”

“no.” megumi responded, but it sounded like he was pleading. it sounded forced, as if he wanted to prove something.

you got into the parking lot of the hotel and the two of you got out and hurriedly checked in. those messages toji sent to megumi appeared in your mind. you knew he loved megumi, but you wished megumi could see it and accept it. their relationship as son and father needed some work, but it wasn’t bad enough to completely disappear.

megumi’s phone buzzed again as they walked down the corridor to find their room.

wherever you are, i hope you are safe. 10:35 pm

megumi cursed under his breath and put his phone on do not disturb. you couldn’t read the message, but you knew it was from toji from megumi’s reaction.

you took the key to your room and opened it and megumi didn’t even have to think about getting into bed. before he did, he stripped himself of his t-shirt and pants, leaving himself in only his boxers and his white tank top. you slid your jeans off your legs and crossed your arms over yourself to take off the tight shirt. you took megumi’s black shirt instead and put it over your body. it was way bigger compared to your figure, you giggled internally.

you slid into bed, throwing the cover over you as megumi did the same.

you both faced each other and smiled. “i love you.” you both, surprisingly, said it in unison and shared a quick kiss before megumi spooned you and held you close to his body.

in the middle of the night, you felt megumi’s embrace melt away as he turned over. you still were fast asleep, but he wasn’t. he was up, repeatedly reading over the messages toji had sent him, crying silently. warm tears rolled from the corner of his eyes and over the bridge of his nose before they got to the other side of his face.

at around four in the morning, megumi had ordered himself a taxi and discreetly put his pants on and went outside once his ride arrived. he knew he had to go back home. he knew he couldn’t put you through that situation. he knew he wanted to fix things with his father. he sent a text to you for you to see when you’d wake up.

sorry for being spontaneous. i’m going home. come home, too. 4:38 am

megumi thanked the taxi driver for driving such a long distance before he got out and walked up his porch steps. he ranged the doorbell and he hoped his father would hear it so he wouldn’t be outside for too long.

what megumi didn’t know, was that toji was waiting for him, on the couch, sleeping super lightly. once he heard that doorbell rang, he sprang up to his feet and charged to the door, unlocking both locks and swinging it open. his heart pounded once he saw his son and pulled him in for a hug without saying a word.megumi’s arms wrapped around his father’s built figure and he silently cried, as did toji, as they shared a sentimental embrace.

by the time you woke up, it was nine in the morning. you yawned and stretched, cracking a few bones. you sat up quickly once you realized megumi was not in bed with you. you checked your phone immediately and saw his message. you sighed with relief because one, he was safe, and two, he went back to his father.

[hongnanglen-arina]

“You want me fat.” | Kim Sunoo

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Kim Sunoo x gn reader

Warnings: hint of online bullying

Words: 1.3k

A/N: Hello hello! I was a little away but now I’m back with some short works but also with a handful of longer onces in the planning/work. This one is something I wanted to write for a while after hearing about the alleged fat-shaming of our cutie... how is this possible? Just look at him ;_; ... anyways, lots of love to you and also Sunoo hehe ♡

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Wiping the flour out of your face with the back of your hand, you set your phone aside to take a better look at all the pastries you've made for your boyfriend and yourself to devour during your precious weekend off. After taking enough photos of them to show off your skills and remembering yourself of how much work it always is, you decided to dry off all the baking utensils you used and to put them away again so that your kitchen was clean and nice again. You always had to do this or otherwise you weren’t able to relax because the thought of your dirty kitchen would haunt you.

It was a little strange that Sunoo was still not awake or right beside you because of the delicious smell of your freshly made pastries. Normally he would already ask to taste them even if they aren't ready, him just holding a spoon full of dough but today was strangely different. Following your gut feeling, you left the kitchen and wanted to see what was wrong and why he was still in the bedroom but to your surprise he was sitting in the livingroom, looking gloomy.

"Sunoo, did anything happen?"

The blonde boy looked up and pouted automatically but didn't answer your question. You were worried and joined him on the dark grey couch, pushing away a pillow on the way.

"Hey cutie, what's wrong? A nightmare again?"

He shook his head no.

"Or were you sad I wasn't right next to you after you woke up?"

A little smile appeared on his plump lips but left them in a blink of an eye again. "Well.. always, but no... it's not it."

Taking one of his hands which was placed on his thigh, you gently squeezed it before asking your boyfriend again about the reason of his current mood.

"Did the boys tease you again about something stupid?"

Your question was more like a joke because they always tease each other to lighten up the mood or to be little shits. Last time they used their Maknae as an exclusive canvas, decorating his sleeping face with different kinds of smileys and personal masterpieces while he took his daily baby nap around noon. It was never something serious, just little jokes between brothers - or that’s what you thought. You never expected Sunoo to sigh at your last question, letting his head fall forward so that he was facing the floor between his legs.

He started slowly and thoughtful not to say something wrong. "Not exactly..."

Did the boys took it too far with their teasing so that the boy next to you felt uncomfortable to an extent that he looked this down? What could it be? You were ready to throw your fists, no matter if you were friends with his bandmates.

Before you could continue your questions or start with your threats for the boys, he spoke again. 

"People say I should lose weight because I'm too fat. They complain that I'm always eating.. that I've become a pig..."

He looked up and searched your eyes, his dark orbs full of sadness. It broke your heart. This was so not like the boyfriend you used to know and fell in love with. 

At first you didn't know what to say but then you moved your head so you could show Sunoo your double chin. "Look at this! I dare you to do the same and we will compare them."

Sunoo sighed softly with a little smile on his lips. "Y/n, I'm serious.. and they are right. Whenever we had short breaks in between or could order food, I might have gone too far. I feel like I was always eating and now it's no surprise to hear such things because it's true."

"It's not.”

You want to make him feel better but you were not good with words. Instead, you gave him a short peck on his cheek, hoping he would understand the meaning behind it and he did.

“I don’t want you to think like this, Sunoo. I don’t want to see you like this when it’s nowhere close to the truth. You’re still skinny and fit, not a single inch of your body is fat or whatnot.”

“But compared to the others-“

“Sunoo, everyone is and looks different. People can look super skinny but weight the same like someone who looks different. Same goes the other way round. Not looking skinny doesn’t mean you’re heavy or fat. There are different reasons but as long as you are healthy, everything’s okay. You know my opinion, in my eyes you can weight double and i would still love you because the most important for me is your personality, your love for me.”

“I know y/n and that’s why I’m in love with you. You’re different and accept me as the Sunoo I am. But…” His smile disappeared again, followed by a deep sigh. “You know… they are still right. The thing is... sometimes there are snacks I haven't eating in a while or something totally new I want to try so whenever it's delicious, I tend to take more... my mom always smiled when I did this in the past because it made her happy... so I guess I didn't think much when I came here and was with the boys and at work.. I should slow down a bit.. maybe work out a little more..”

You shushed your boyfriend and squeezed his hand once again.

“Any differences during your dance practice? Quicker out of breath?”

The blonde boy was a little taken aback at your question but shook his head no.

“Did your manager tell you to lose weight?”

“No…”

“Were you late for your job because you lost track of time because of food?”

A no again.

“Is your double chin as nice as mine?”

“N- wait, what??”

You tried your best to gave him a serious look and it was really hard because his speechless expression was hilarious. You wished you could take a photo and tease him later. After a couple of seconds, he bursted out laughing. You couldn’t help but to join. 

As Sunoo was shaking of laughter and letting himself fall back against the soft pillows, you admired him silently. Your mission for today might have been completed but you still had to make sure that he could feel comfortable in his own skin without being someone else that people who didn’t know him personally wanted him to be. You were prepared that it could be difficult sometimes but you were ready to help your boyfriend. Being an idol wasn’t easy so anything you could do to help him, you were willing to do.

Waiting until he stopped laughing, you pointed to the kitchen and gave him a wink.

“Guess who made little Sunoo’s fave pastries? How long are you going to smell them without trying them out and letting the delicious taste fill your senses?”

Rolling his head to the side so he could face you, the same pout reappeared on his plump lips but this time with a playful hint. “You want me fat.”

“So that you’re only mine because I love you either way.”

“You don’t like to share, do you?”

“Now I feel offended! I am about to share my pastries with you!”

“I thought you made them just for me?”

“…… come or I will change my mind.” You groan and he jumped off the couch, grabbing your waist and waddling right behind you towards the kitchen.

Him holding onto your waist slowed down your own movements but you just giggled. Yes, mission complete.

Suddenly you remembered his words from before and wondered about his bandmates. “Say, did the others call you fat or something? Do I need to fight them for you?”

You got your answer in form of a warm kiss on your exposed neck and a hug from behind.

“No they didn’t. They were reading comments online.”

“But if they ever-!”

“Yes, yes, I will tell you but now, let’s eat!”

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ain't it fun? | Part five

Summary: reader just needs an NA meeting before they have a meltdown, they end up with the best friend they could ever make.

Warnings: pregnancy, chronic illness, spencer's career chance - he's a high school teacher now, they have a 1-year-old, smut at the end but not graphic.

word count: 2.8k

a/n: I imagine this is in season 10, so they've been together at least 7 years-ish now, I just jumped well into the future because I wanted to! also, Cordelia's nickname is Edie and pronounced Ee-dee !!

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“No.”

Spencer sighs, “are you going to like any of my suggestions?”

“When you give me a baby name that isn’t from some weird old male book character, then yes, I’ll take them into consideration,” she replies, hand on her stomach as she lays back against the pillows.

She was huge, 9 months pregnant and so, so close to the finish line. She was swollen and in pain and exhausted. Going off every single medication and recreational drugs to make a life was a commitment and a half, she was doing well but she was so ready to be done. To do a few more months of breastfeeding and then go back on her medications.

Spencer was terrific. He was googling and asking Penelope to research things, he had called doctors he knows and friends and did everything in his power to find a way to ease her pain even before they got pregnant. He’s taken the last 3 months off of work and he doesn’t know when he’ll go back. He has just been so, so incredible the whole time.

Naming a child was hard. You had to not only think about all the nicknames and what their initials spell, but you also had to think about how they’ll like it; if it’ll fit their personality and spirit. And most of all, is it going to get them bullied? There are some terrible kid names. Like Richard… how do you name a newborn Richard?

“I want something meaningful with a nice nickname and works with our names and her siblings,” she whispered towards him. “They need to all work together.”

“What are some of your favourites?” He asks, moving in closer and finding a way to cuddle in with her and her pregnancy pillow who has all but replaced him lately.

“I like earthy names, like Lennox, Juniper, Aspen, Elowen,” her voice is really soft, she bites her lip at the end as she thinks them over again. “And old things like Cordelia and Winnifred.”

“Which one sounds the best with Reid?”

“I like Cordelia Reid the most, and then we can call her Edie and I was thinking you can pick her middle name?” She’s been thinking about it for a while, but too afraid to know his opinions.

“Cordelia means core in Latin, which makes sense cause she already has my heart,” Spencer teased, he has made it very clear that their little girl is going to be spoiled, loved and a daddy's girl.

He took all his fears of being a bad dad and threw them out the window. He knew that just being there was all he wanted from his dad, and so that’s what he was going to do. He left the BAU for the time being, he was doing the odd lecture at the academy and answering calls for cases. They couldn’t just stop using his brain, there were some things too pressing to not ask the walking computer, but other than that, he was done.

He was looking into other jobs for when he finally decides to go back, he was unsure how long of a paternity leave he wanted. He was really content with just staying home all the time now, but he did miss going out and being useful during the days. The job he was most interested in, however, was a high school teacher.

A prep school in DC is looking into adding an Anthropology, Psychology and Sociology course to their curriculum, and they wanted Spencer. They thought he would be perfect for the seniors, he is fun and young and attentive, he can control a room and keep them entertained, and he’s probably the best teacher a kid could get.

It was going to make him a good dad too.

“I think Jade is a nice middle name,” he adds after thinking it over for a few minutes.

“Cordelia Jade Reid,” she says the full name for the first time and it just feels right, like they already know her.

—

She was very calm for a newborn baby.

She liked to just look around and blink, she licked her lips a lot and she was constantly breaking out of her swaddle. She was always happy to have cuddles with her dad and she pooped every night at exactly at 3 am, without fail. She didn’t cry a lot, but when she did it was still wonderful to hear.

They were so in love with her, she was absolutely perfect for them. She fit right into their sleeping schedule and their life, she ate like a pro, she slept most of the night and she was growing way too fast for their liking.

One day they’re crying over the fact they made a life in a tiny little hospital room, and the next thing they know she’s about to turn 1.

She’s sitting in bed with Y/N, she’s sitting in her lap with two handfuls of hair and a story to tell. She’s been babbling so much lately, she hears them talking all the time and she wants to join so badly. They indulge her, asking her to continue her thoughts and gasping at her gossip.

“No way, and what did you do next?!” She asked the little one sat in her lap.

Edie babbled on once more, smacking her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she pushed air past her vocal cords, humming and making the funniest sounds. She went on and on, she was so enthusiastic, like her father, as she waved her arms around to make her point.

“That is so fascinating, you are so cool, little Edie,” Y/N hyped her up, smiling at her as she leaned in close and pressed their noses together.

Cordelia laughed and it finally made Spencer giggle too, he had been watching from the doorway as his ‘wife’ and daughter talked in bed. They were best friends already, always talking and snuggling, learning or reading together. She was always happy when she was with one of them, she was needy and snuggly and very co-dependent but they didn’t mind, they preferred all the attention from her.

“Look who’s home,” Y/N whispered and Cordelia shot a glance towards the door, she smiled and screamed as she saw him.

“Hi Edie!” He waves at her with a smile, he takes his bag off and places it by the dresser followed by his blazer.

He gets into the bed and she instinctively reaches for a hug. He wraps her up and she snuggles right into his neck, with a fistful of his shirt, she just holds him there. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t home all day anymore, she missed him for lunch and at nap time but she loved the new routine of a snuggle when she woke up and he got home.

Spencer leans back against the pillows beside Y/N, turning his head to capture a kiss from her lips. They always just spend a quick second kissing when he gets home, even if it’s just a peck or a full-on passionate make-out, he always kisses her when he comes home. He smiles at the end of the kiss, pulling her into a hug too.

“I love Fridays,” he whispers, “Edie do you know what Fridays mean?”

She pulls away and sits up, she loves to listen to him. “Friday is the last day of the school week, which means I get to spend 2 whole days with my favourite people now.”

Edie smiled, almost like she understood what he meant, and then she was talking again, it was completely incomprehensible but they imagined she was telling him about her day.

“You forgot the part where we went to the park,” Y/N added.

Cordelia looked at her with wide eyes, “dada,” was the only word she said before babbling on again and they both stopped.

“Did she just?” Spencer was shocked and frozen still after asking.

Y/N sat up and looked right into Cordelia’s eyes, “who is that?” She pointed at Spencer.

“Dada!” She said it again and they were suddenly all squealing, even Cordelia was suddenly excited as she kept screaming dada over and over again.

“Can you say, mom? Or mama? Mummy?” Spencer tried his hardest to find an easy way for her to say it.

“Mumm,” she pushed her lips together to hum her M sound and Spencer was floored, he bounced her up and down a small amount as they cheered.

“Smartest girl in the world!” Spencer cheered her on before pulling her into another hug.

Y/N was crying softly, little tiny dreams that she didn’t even know she had were coming true every single day with them. She knew she wanted to be a mom when she was growing up, all those dreams died when her illness got worse and they all warned her that having kids would put her at risk of being moneyless and that working wasn’t an option to even support them. Let alone the threat of them taking them away just because of her autism or depression possibly being considered ‘too bad’ to care for them.

Spencer took all those fears and he kicked them out. Every day she got to experience the most precious gifts the world had to offer, her daughter was perfect and her husband was incredible. Together they were a perfect little family that ran on trust, love, and communication. Always talking, always hugging, always there for each other.

—

They crawl into bed much later than they expected to. Cordelia didn’t want to go to bed, she was trying her hardest to keep staying awake to spend time with them but eventually, sleep won. They finally placed her in her crib with her white noise and her complete darkness and closed her door for the next few hours of peace.

They both let out a deep sigh before rolling to face one another. “How was your day?” He asks, like always.

“Good,” she smiles, “I think having a kid and getting on her schedule was the best thing I’ve ever done actually, cause I’m sleeping on time, I’m eating when she does and I’m outside a lot more. She’s given me this purpose and it’s rewarding on my body.”

Spencer moves in so he can kiss her nose, “I love hearing that.”

“How was your class today?” She asks back, loving his little stories about all the 17 and 18-year-olds that were fascinated by him. As well as the kids who thought it was cool to try and pick on him before getting the shit verbally kicked out of them in front of the whole class.

It was interesting seeing him in a form of authority, he never really took charge at the BAU, she’s never seen him yell at his friends and he’s never really yelled at her either. He’s been incredibly calm, so to see him verbally tear someone apart by acknowledging their biggest flaws to make sense of why they feel the need to bully, it was pretty intense.

“They were a lot better today, they enjoyed the lesson and the kids that were giving me trouble skipped, I guess he really didn’t appreciate me calling him out that bad on Tuesday,” Spencer smirked, rolling his eyes like he cared.

“I still can’t believe that he thought it was okay to call you names in front of other students, where is the respect these days?”

“Well,” he’s about to do what he always does. He can never be truly mad at someone because he knows why everyone does what they do and that they can’t help it. “In his file, it says his parents are newly divorced, we get a list of all the kids information on the attendance like allergies and things, but also small info like life changes in case they act out.”

“Doesn’t mean he can call you the f slur,” she whispers, “all because you wore a purple shirt?”

“If I met his father I’d probably get an answer for that,” he adds, “if he’s afraid to show his emotions around his son, it’s probably why his son thinks colours are gay.”

It makes her laugh, “you look hot in purple too so I don’t see the problem?”

“Do I?” He teases, getting in even closer and pressing their bodies together.

She rolls her eyes before wrapping her arms around him and leaning forward for a quick kiss, “I think you look sexy all the time.”

He kisses her as a thank you, “I think the same about you.”

“Even when I haven’t showered in 2 days because she cries if she can’t see me and she cries if she gets wet?” Y/N laughed, annoyed but in love with their little monster at the same time.

“Always,” he reminds her. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she kisses him again after.

There are probably a million more things to share from the day, but they spend their time kissing instead. It’s been too long since they’ve just rolled around in the sheets making out like they did in the beginning. Before they ever had sex, before they had kids and a house and a love as strong as they do now.

A part of them missed the early days when everything was new and exciting, but she also loved the fact that they knew each other so well that they didn’t have to communicate anymore. They ran like 1 unit, always completing the other person's thoughts, needs and wants. They were so unbelievably happy.

She wants him badly and he wants her just as much, and he’s about to take her when she pulls back. “Nope, as much as I love her I can’t get pregnant again for at least another year.”

It makes him laugh as he pulls away and rolls over to look through his nightstand for a condom, “it wouldn’t be that bad?”

“You carry it then, seahorse it up,” she teased. “I like being back on my medicine, I need some time to be okay before I go through all that again.”

Once he’s all situated in the latex and back between her legs, he hovers over her, so close that their lips are touching ever so slightly. “I am fine if it’s just the three of us forever.”

“I’m not,” she smiles, “there will be 4 of us one day, just not today.”

With that, she’s pulling him into another kiss as he pushing inside. It’s a feeling she’s accustomed to but will never be used to, it’s a stretch that shouldn’t be as intoxicating as it is. She holds him closer as she plays with his tongue in her mouth.

He was so good at everything he did, especially the sex. He knew every single part of her body now and exactly how to push all her buttons the right way. She could live in the moment of his pumping in and out of her while his thumb circled her clit and his other hand groaned her breasts. Eventually, he kissed down her throat and she was a mess of breathy moans and low gasps.

Writing in the sheets, her legs wrap around him as she tried to pull him in even closer. It was impossible to get closer but he was still too far away, she wanted to absorb him and live in him forever. He was her safe place and she never wanted to be anywhere else.

As her orgasm bubbled, so did his. The both of them gasping and panting, she whined as she breached the edge and gripped his back, “Spence!”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered before fucking into her harder and faster, pushing her through it as he reached his own.

His movements on her clit never stopped and suddenly one felt like two and she wasn’t sure when the rush was going to stop and she didn’t care when it did. It was powerful, soothing and euphoric. A high she could live in for a while and return to it without problem as long as she had him.

He came with a small moan, trying to keep quiet as he muffled it into her neck, stilling his hips on his last thrust and dropping onto her more. Her hands were all over his back as she pressed kisses to his forehead, coming down but not wanting the love to stop there.

The love was never going to stop there for them. Their love was never-ending, and somehow as she held him there in her arms and felt his breath on his neck, she turned to see the baby monitor with their peaceful child sound asleep down the hall, she loved him even more now somehow.

Loving Spencer Reid was like falling down a bottomless pit. She never knew when she was going to reach the end, but she was content with falling.

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The Bold and The Honk: Ler!George Lee!Karl

With a brief Ler!Quackity, Ler!Dream and Ler!SapNap

ALL PLATONIC

Author Notes: Sorry this took a bit longer than I thought it would! But it's finally here!!!

Words: 3314

WARNINGS: Swearing, I think that's it let me know if you think something else should be a warning.

SUMMARY: George is in a rather big Ler mood and is desperate to wreck someone. Lucky for him there are four others in the Feral household and so his search for a lee begins.

It was a rather ordinary day in the feral boys household each man was doing something rather independently. Dream was taking his fifth nap of the day though it was only noon. SapNap was editing in his office. Quackity was practicing making a few different dishes for a cooking stream they all had planned for later in the week and Karl was assisting him. That left George.

He was supposed to be working on his most recent video for his seemingly neglected YouTube channel but he just couldn’t get up the momentum he needed in order to focus. His mind was far too busy putting him in a very interesting mood. He watched his own fingers tap away at the keys and couldn’t help but imagine the squeaks and giggles it would make rather than its ‘click clack’ if it were a person beneath his fingers instead.

He leaned back in his chair, fingers running through his already messy hair. This only made him think of Karl and how he’d melt if someone lightly scratched his head. A fond smile crossed his lips. Living among the four other men he’d grown accustomed to the various and constant forms of affection. If any of them wanted a specific affection such as to cuddle there was always another Feral around to ensure they were helped and happy.

Gogy’s mind wandered back to tickling and how much it meant to the five of them. If ever one of them was in need of cheering up or just a smile this was a much favored method to get the crew back into a chipper mindset. Occasionally one of them would even ask to be on the receiving end and the friends would oblige with no questions. George was in the opposite mood however. He wanted to be on the giving end of things right now. He felt as though he needed it.

George was rarely one to be in a lee mood. He was often neutral until one of the others was under attack, then he’d join the offensive. Right now though, he was far from neutral, he was completely in a ler mood and ready to wreck someone. He trudged his way down the hall to Dream’s room and poked his head in the door. The green hooded man had clearly just woken up, his hair was tousled and his eyes were struggling to stay open. George tapped lightly on the door. Looking up Dream groaned jokingly “Ewwww what do you want?”

“I need you to help me with a certain mood I’m in?”

“What mood exactly?”

George stepped into the room until he was next to Dream “I’m in a ler mood and I really wanna tickle someone. You’ll help me right, Dreamy?” He poked his friend in the side.

“Absolutely nahahat! I just woke up! Go awahay!” The green one giggled and gave George a playful shove towards the door. George moved over to him again and ruffled his already messy hair with a grin.

“Fine sleepyhead, but don’t come to me with your next lee mood. I won’t be nice about it.”

“Whatever just get outta here dumbass.” Dream chuckled, swatting the offending hand away.

George decided to leave and continue his search for his next victim. Next he checked with Sap who was content at his desk. He leaned over the man’s shoulder. “Saaappppp” he whined.

“Geeoorrrggggeeeee” Sapnap mockingly whined back. “What’s up Gogs?”

“Can you help meee?”

“With what? Be specific.” Sap chuckled, eyes on the screen. George placed his hands on the ravenette’s sides, who tensed and smiled.

“I wanna tickle someone, like wreck them.”

“I’m editing go tickle Dream!” He playfully swatted Gogy’s hands away.

“He’s just woken up and won’t let me.”

“Then try Quackity.”

“He’s cooking.”

“Then tickle Karl, you know he loves it.” Sap giggled and pushed his friend towards the door “We can’t all procrastinate Gogs, I need to finish this video.” The door closed on him, Sap had returned to editing.

Editing had its own kind of fun but nothing would entertain the streamer the way his friends’ reactions did. SapNap was the proudest of the bunch, always holding out on laughing for as long as possible and will deny any compliments till the bitter end. Would have been an excellent target.

Dream was a screamer, his constant wheezing and endless sass made him an interesting lee to say the least. He always claimed to hate being tickled but the word ‘stop’ seemed to leave his vocabulary at the smallest poke. Unfortunately he was still drowsy and as such off the list.

Quackity was an involuntary fighter, the kind you have to pin a bit if you don’t wanna get punched or kicked. His hysterical laughter is always filled with a sailor’s worth of swearing no matter how much fun he’s having. George didn’t feel like getting potentially injured though. Another lee bites the dust.

Karl, on the other hand, was pure gold. The most ticklish, easily flustered by compliments and teasing but also not too embarrassed to admit that he loves the affectionate bonding that was tickling. His laughter was always full of cute noises like hiccups and snorts. But above all, since he enjoyed it, he was the one of George’s friends who could last the longest. Perfect.

Sir Not Found made his way to the basement, the Feral Cave as they all called it. With large sofas for streaming console games together and a large kitchen for cooking streams like the one Quackity was currently preparing for. Karl was presently attempting to flip an omelet and failing miserably.

“Oi! It’s a wild Gogy! In my kitchen!? The fuck is this!?” Quackity announced George’s arrival.

“Hey George! Wanna watch me pop off? I’m the omelet flipping champion.” Karl boasted and Quack rolled his eyes.

“You’ve dropped that same egg blob like five times, good thing no ones gonna eat it, they’d die on the first bite.” Quack told him.

George, who hadn’t said a word, walked into the kitchen and behind Karl. He slipped his arms around his friend’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Uhhuh George?” Karl’s tone was nervous and giddy. “Everything okay?”

George decided not to beat around the bush “I’m in a terrible ler mood. Lemme tickle you?” He gently poised his hands on Karl’s sides.

Karl froze and his cheeks turned red “Wh-What? How can you just ask that?” The room was already filled with his nervous giggles. He tensed in George’s hold, anticipating an attack. “B-Besides I’m helping Quack right now.”

“Oooh Karl’s in trouble Gogy’s in his bold arc!” Quackity teased. “You can have him Gogs, he’s a terrible sous chef anyway!”

“Hey!” Karl protested.

“Pleeaaasssseee Karl?” George tightened his hold, effectively hugging the other man who slightly melted into his arms.

“Oh fu-honk, okay. Please just-“ he was cut off as he was promptly thrown over George’s shoulder and carried towards the couches. His sweater paws now covered his face. He let out a yelp as he was plopped onto the sofa.

“Damn Gogy, you’re down bad. Must be one hell of a ler mood. Karl you’re so fucked” Quackity called from across the room.

Karl was far too giggly to respond. He covered his face and squirmed as George sat on his waist. “I don’t know where this mood came from. I just really needed to wreck someone. I tried Sap but he’s editing and told me to ask Karl because Karl. Loves. Being. Tickled. So. So. Much.” If there were any doubt that Karl was blushing before there was no room for argument now, with each word George poked Karl in the ribs, sending him into a giggle fit full of squeaks as his face flushed red.

“Sahahap is duhuhumb.” Karl offered.

“Mm-hm, and you’re ticklish! Now where’s that adorable laughter Karl? Please don’t keep me waiting. Your face has gone red you’re like a raspberry!” George reminded him by tasering his sides, earning a squeal. “Any specific requests from our little web star i-Karlee?”

Karl was in tease hell. When did George come up with a nickname like that!? His blush began to spread up to his ears and he made a series of flustered sputters as he tried to form words. He shook his head no.

“So I can just go for it?”

Karl nodded.

“Do you want me to start slow or wreck you? Your face is getting darker, how cute! Is that red Quackity? I need help confirming since I’m colorblind” George wiggled his fingers in the air.

More sputters left Karl’s lips. When did Gogy get so good at teasing? “I-I do-don’t” he squealed again as his sides were tasered once more.

“That’s not an answer~”

“J-Juhuhust” Karl tried to think through his giggles. He would die if this teasing continued. Unsure if he could handle being wrecked immediately he chose what he thought was the safer option. “Slohohow fihihirst”

“Aww~ anything for you i-Karlee!” George started by lightly scratching along his friend’s lower belly.

“Nahahaha!” Karl covered his mouth and snorted.

“Oh~ how adorable, you sound just like techno! Do it again!” George scratched around Karl’s navel.

“George NOHO!” He squealed and kicked his legs out behind the ravenette above him. Trying his best to not snort again he grabbed a nearby pillow and used it to muffle the noise.

“Now now, don’t hide from me Karl. You’ll only make it worse~” he teased and pinched along Karl’s lower rib, just enough to make him let go of the pillow. Karl snorted again as George returned his attention to his navel.

“Oh? Does this little piggy have a ticklish button? This one here?” He poked his finger inside and wiggled it around.

A small cackle resounded from the brunette “NAHAHA dohohoHOHOnt!” He whined and squirmed left to right.

“I believe the rhyme goes whee whee whee whee all the way home Karl” wriggling digits spidered up Karls sides and ribs, right to his armpits. Arms snapped down as bubbly laughter filled the air. “Do you think this is a good home for them?”

“OHOHOUT! G-GEHEHET OUT! NOHOHAHAHA” Karl bucked up and down trying to wrench the attacking fingers from his hallows.

“I’d love to but it seems as though I’m stuck here. What am I to do Karl? You’ve trapped me.”

“SLOHOHOW DOHOHOWN” Karl pleaded and snorted once more his face scrunched.

“Alright but you’ll have to lift your arms if I do~” Gogy warned him but slowed down to give his friend a breather.

Very hesitant arms lifted to free George's hands. As promised Gogy removed his hands from Karl’s armpits and began scanning for his next target. Karl took deep breaths and closed his eyes as he giggled and rubbed away the phantom tickles.

“Would you like to play a little game i-Karlee?”

“Whahat kind ohohof game?” He blushed at the nickname.

“It’s simple really, you keep your arms up as I count your ribs. If you snort I start over, If you bring your arms down that’s ten seconds of tickling on your worst spot.”

“You’re evil”

“That’s not a no Karl~”

“Sh-shut up”

“Is that a yes?”

“I… I mean-... It’s more of a…”

“Arms uuup~ up, up ,up.” George coaxed him and smirked.

Karl’s arms betrayed him as he felt his head rest on his hands, his arms up and behind his head. He knew he’d never made it through this counting game before without his arms coming down. He knew it was a trap and yet he couldn’t help the anticipatory giggles that poured from his mouth.

“Wow you must be in a lee mood if you’re being this obligatory. I’m honored.”

Karl avoided eye contact, his blush returning.

“Awww~ I knew he’d be willing to help you George” Sapnap’s voice came from the kitchen where he was now helping Quackity clean. “Karl loves to be tickled.”

“Is that what all the noise is?” A still half-awake Dream fumbled down the stairs and flopped onto his beanbag chair that was just out of view of their stream setup. Karl’s hands moved back to covering his face.

“It certainly is Dream! He’s helping me with my Ler mood.” Gogy supplied.

“Aww~ How sweet of him. Oh my god, look at how red he is.” He scoffed, “Since he loves to be tickled so much it’s a win win. Having fun Karl?” Dream chuckled and watched the two from afar. The glint in his eye made Karl nervous again.

“Now where were we?” George returned his attention to a very flustered Jacobs “Ah yes~ Put those arms back up, please.”

A tiny squeak and the raising of arms was all Gogy needed to begin. He started at the top rib, knowing that, when it came to his ribs, Karl’s were more ticklish the lower they were. Karl gave a surprised squeal and began to wiggle around, his arms already threatened to drop.

“Oooonnneee~ stay still for me okay i-Karlee?”

“i-Karlee? Really George” Sap laughed “that’s so dumb.”

“Twooo~ such a pretty laugh”

“Karl seems to like it~” Quackity chimed in.

“Threeeee~! You’re changing color again. Is it magic?”

“Aww does little Jacobs love his new nickname?” Dream added to the verbal assault.

“SHUT THE HONK UP” Karl was losing it. All of his friends' teasing was getting to him far more than the actual tickling. “Plehehehease! You buhuhunch of nihihimrods! I’m gohohonna dihihiie”

“That’s not very nice Karl!” George smirked as he continued counting ribs silently “you should apologize~”

Karl shook his head no. He knew what he was getting into.

“Oh? Feeling sassy all of a sudden?”

“You gonna take that from a lee George?” Dream instigated, ignoring the slow rise of butterflies in his own stomach. The tickling stopped.

“What are you dohohoing?” Karl gave nervous glances to both of them. He’d expected to be wrecked, not ignored.

“Apologize or you’ll be punished” George told him.

“Try me” Karl taunted.

“Oh I’m not going to tickle you into apologizing, quite the opposite actually.”

“What? How does that-?”

“If you don’t apologize no one gets to tickle you for a week. Even if you ask.”

“That’s just evil Gogy you know Karl can’t go a day without a lee mood” Sapnap added.

“Holy shit, Gogy’s villain arc!? Ooohhh you better apologize Karl~” Quackity watched them with excitement.

“Well what’s it gonna be?” George looked at Karl again “say sorry and I’ll wreck you properly” wiggling fingers hovered over Karl’s lower ribs.

“O-okay I’m sorry.” Karl hid his face again “please tickle me” he squirmed in place. A flood of adoring comments from the other four men filled his ears. Karl’s face returned to a lovely shade of red as he sputtered and giggled.

“Aww he even said please, now you gotta ruin him good Gogs.” Quackity laughed.

“I intend to. You three help me a bit?” George ignored Karl’s giggly protests “don’t tickle him, just tease.”

The trio grinned and gathered around. Sapnap was behind Karl, arms around his waist. Dream was on his beanbag he’d dragged over beside the couch. Quackity was laying on the back of the sofa. George, in front of Karl, positioned his hands on the brunettes knees.

“Ready Karl?” George asked him in a teasy tone but wanted to make sure he wasn’t crossing a line.

Pulling his hood over his eyes, giggling frantically, Karl nodded. A shriek was caught in his laughter as it began. George kneaded the spot above each knee and scribbled beneath them whenever the chance arose. He grinned at the bubbly laughter filled the air, mixed with snorts and cackles. Now this was the kind of lee interaction he’d needed.

“Awwww, how cute your knees are so sensitive~” SapNap cooed directly into his ear.

“How is your laughter so sweet Karl. I literally don’t understand how it can be so endearing” Quackity chimed in from his perch. George was currently kneading Karl’s sides making the younger squeal in lighthearted protest. Tears of mirth streamed down his cheeks.

“Better not let the fans see you blush like this Karl~” Dream chuckled “They’d lose their shit. Imagine Karl can’t open social media without see everyone saying how adorable he is~”

Another shriek pierced the air as hands squeezed Karl’s hips on rapid fire. Karl leaned back into Sapnap to avoid bucking away from the touch. Sap chuckled and blew gently on his ears, not touching him but it tickled Karl just enough to make him scrunch up his shoulders and kick out his legs a bit.

All the while Dream and Quackity continued to ruffle Karl’s hair and showered him with teasing words and praise. “Aww was that a snort Karlos~”

“You look like you’re loving this Karl~”

Karl’s struggling car to a stop and he melted into the sofa and Sap’s embrace. His mind was really foggy but he knew he was happy. He felt safe even in moments like this because he knew his friends would never take it too far. Three people teasing as one wrecked him physically was a new but welcomed experience for the lee. After another couple of minutes the tickling was only a gentle skittering across his neck, making him melt as he caught his breath,

“I think I’m satisfied, how about you Karl? Did you get your fill?” George checked.

“Uhuhuh just ohohone more tihihing?” Karl giggled shyly.

A flood of awes filled the air, making him hide his face once again.

“And what would that be?~” George paused for an answer.

“R-Raspberries” A familiar heat arose to his features.Due to keeping his face in his sweater paws Karl missed the mischievous grins and looks that passed between the other four. A silent plan formed.

“What!? Gogy forgot your raspberries? How rude, don’t worry I’ve got your back Karl.~” Sap said into his ear. Karl knew exactly what that tone was and barely had time to speak before a raspberry was blow onto his neck by Sapnap.

“SAHAHAP WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?”

“Oi! Look what you’ve done Nappitus!” Quackity was using his chef voice again “You’ve upset Karl and made ’im sweah! You should know his favorite spot is right ‘ere!” With that he blew a raspberry upon Karl’s ribs.

“QUAHAHAHCK STAHAHAHAP” Karls shriekd but made no attempt to escape.

“You’re doing it wrong it’s riiight here~” Dream took in a huff of air.

Karl’s hands shot down from his face just in time to see his roommates’s lips reach his side “DREHEHEAM NOHOHOOOO- ACK” His whine was cut off by a yelp and a flood out loud, bright laughter. Dream smirked and continued.

“Now, now we should all know that Karl’s belly is his favorite~” George had to speak loudly to be heard over the symphony of sensations that were currently driving poor Karl insane. Karl squirmed and sputtered half hearted protests as George leaned down and took in a large breath. The vibrations sent a shock through Karl’s core and left him laughing silently. A chorus of raspberries on his four worst yet favorite spots was causing him to feel exhausted. Noticing this his quartet of lers each gave him one last raspberry before helping him rub away the phantom tickles. They all hugged him and showered him with praise for holding out.

“Thahahahat was mehehean” Karl giggled and hiccuped in the pile of an embrace.

“Was it too much?” George asked, a bit worried. Karl blushed and shook his head no.

“Did you love it Karl~?” Dream chided. Karl nodded, sweater paws covering his face.

“Awwww~ Karlos~” Quackity hugged him a bit tighter.

“Sh-shut up” Karl couldn’t hide the grin in his voice and the group laughed together. They stayed piled up for a while but eventually Dream and Quackity wandered off leaving Sapnap stranded under George and Karl who had managed to fall asleep on top of him.

[svnflowery]

the three times you made akutagawa blush, and the one time he acted on it — akutagawa ryuunosuke

akutagawa x gn!reader (feat. a wild gin appearance)

genre: fluff

warnings: mention of a changing room in the third one

a/n: *kicks your door down* I AM HERE YET AGAIN BRINGING YOU AKU CONTENT— okay, but i hope you like this one. we rarely get to see canon soft aku, so i'm scared of making him ooc... pls dont diss me. i hope u like this and hopefully it brings you comfort! <3

i.

the pitter-patter of the rain droplets kissing the window of your living room made for a nice background noise while you made some hot chocolate, humming softly to yourself one of the songs akutagawa had showed you the other day.

said boy was sitting on the couch, head resting against the glass and eyes closed. smiling at the sight you put extra marshmallows on his cup, knowing he loved the sweets despite him denying it every time someone else asked him about it. you put the two mugs on the windowsill, tapping your lover on the knee so he would wake up from his little nap. the sight of his cup as he woke up made him groan, remembering gin's cheeky smile when she gave it to him —the corny pun making akutagawa raise an eyebrow but he took it nonetheless— causing you to snicker while you took a blanket from the top of the sofa, sitting close to akutagawa and wrapping you two in a little blanket coccoon.

you spent the afternoon like that, forgetting about your empty mugs after a while and cuddling closer to your boyfriend, kissing him softly from his neck up until his cheek, biting it jokingly and making him jerk with a horrified expression and a deep blush resting on his pale face. after a while, you suddenly rose your head from its resting position on akutagawa's chest.

"look, aku, it's us." you giggled childishly.

"i told you to drop the nickname, you dummy..."

you pointed at the window with your chin, ignoring his comment.

there on the fog that had formed on the glass you had drawn two stick figures, —one with a little blob on its back— and a heart between them. "it's us" you grinned, looking at him. he didn't know what to say, suddenly overwhelmed with a tightness in his chest he couldn't describe. you always managed to catch him off guard, and he couldn't help but shove your head to his chest as he sniffled quietly. "you're so stupidly adorable" he muttered, and you couldn't stop the joyful giggle that came out of you, tightening your grip around his middle with your heart singing the loudest love serenades to him.

ii.

there was a distant thundering as you walked down the streets of yokohama, hand intertwined with your boyfriend's, sheltered in his coat's pocket. he was holding the umbrella while you talked his ear off, gesticulating animatedly with your free hand. he was wearing the scarf you had given him previously, the red contrasting beautifully against his black signature coat.

"i insist"

"i'm fine, you will get co—"

he got interrupted by your hands around his neck, making him blush at the sudden proximity. taking advantage of his little flustered shock, you quickly fastened your scarf comfortably around his neck. "i can manage a little cold" you smiled at him, taking his pink, soft cheek on your hand, "but you have a lung illness, aku. let me look out for my beloved, yeah?" he nodded, a bit dumbfounded, as you resumed your walk. he stayed silent after that, fighting the tears threatening to spill, for he had never been shown such thoughtfulness, especially regarding his illness. you never failed to make him feel cared for, instead of pitied like people usually did. his hold on your hand tightened, but you didn't notice.

"do you wanna stop and get something to drink? it looks like it might stop raining soon. we could wait it out!" you asked, pointing at the sky to further prove your point. akutagawa nodded with a little smile, noticing your reddened nose and giving it a quick, featherly kiss. blinking, the warmth spread to your whole face, a sudden shyness invading you.

iii.

"i'm not sure about this—"

"hurry up, i wanna see!"

"just shush and come out already!"

akutagawa put his face on his hands, sighing deeply.

he was currently on a changing booth, hiding from your and gin's curious eyes behind the courtains. you three had gone shopping, much to akutagawa's dismay, as kouyou had semi-forced the port mafia to attend yokohama's summer festival, insisting on everyone wearing traditional clothing to get the full experience.

he could already feel you both starting to rush him again, so he just ripped the courtain open, wanting to get this over with. he crossed his arms and looked to the side, huffing.

"handsome as expected!"

"you look amazing!"

he grunted, finally looking at you both, the tip of his ears quickly reddening at the praising words he would never get used to hearing.

after him it was gin's turn, and he looked with soft eyes as you drowned his little sister in compliments, the poor girl a stuttering mess as you held her hands and twirled her around. "you're gonna be the star of the festival!" you exclaimed, attracting some attention to you both and almost making gin pass out from all the attention.

gin excused herself after that, going to get some water to calm herself (and to hide from the other costumer's eyes, who were amazed at her beauty) while you changed into your chosen piece of garment. it fit you well, and you felt beautiful in it, smiling at your reflection. as you came out, you saw akutagawa's eyes comically widening as he covered his face with a poor attempt of a cough, not-really-sneakily looking you up and down before adverting his gaze.

"so?" you twirled slowly, showing him the fit, and posing a bit awkwardly at the end. "what do you think?"

he muttered something but you couldn't hear it since he was covering his mouth, so you came closer to him, asking to repeat it again.

"i-i said you look. you look. um..." he stuttered trying to come up with the right words, making you giggle as you pecked his nose. "i take it as you like it, then" you whispered teasingly, but before you could stand up, he grabbed your face a bit roughly and kissed you, clumsily bumping his nose with yours, breaking apart with shaking hands. "you— you look stunning" he said, looking so deeply into your eyes that you had to break apart, covering your face. "u-uh. thank you, aku." it came out as a squeal for he had caught you completely out of guard with such a rare blatant public display of affection. you two looked really cute, though, and from the corner of your eye you could see gin standing there, giving you a thumbs up.

[beauvibaby]

all I could ever want – t.seguin

a/n: part 2 of there won’t be anyone else!! I definitely prefer the first part of this story, but I also love this one because it’s just straight fluff 😌

Word count: 2.9k

“Mommy!” Willow squealed in delight, running into the kitchen to see you, Tyler had picked her up from preschool on his way home from practice. “Willow!” You mimicked, laughing as she hugged your legs, “did you have a good day?” You asked with a grin, Tyler chuckled, “Miss Laura is having a baby.” Tyler spoke for her. Willow nodded excitedly, “aw, that’s great.” You smiled, hoisting Willow up to sit on the counter. “I want you to have a baby, mommy.” She spoke honestly, giving her dad a weird look when he choked on his water, you snickered at him. “Maybe.” You shrugged her comment off, thankful for her short attention span, she was asking to go play with the dogs as she wiggled her way into your arms to be put down on the ground. “Go ahead.” Tyler nodded her off and she went barreling towards the living room where the dogs were innocently napping, poor boys.

“What was that reaction for?” You asked once it was just the two of you, he mumbled something under his breath, “talk like an adult, Tyler.” You teased him, resting a hand on your hip as you gave him a stern look. “I just didn’t think she was going to want a sibling, she loves having all the attention.” He sighed, “plus my baby is too little to want another baby in the house.” He pouted dramatically. Ah, the real reasoning coming out. “Yeah, but you always said you wanted more kids, and you know I would be happy with a full house, so.” You trailed off, kind of disappointed by his lackluster reaction. “You still want to have more kids right?” You asked when he didn’t speak, finally locking your eyes on his. “Yes, of course.” He rushed, “after the wedding?” He offered, seeing your smile turn up, “really?” You gasped like a child. You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I don’t want you to think I don’t want more babies with you.” He smirked, kissing your pouted lips, “I was just so caught off guard.” He admitted honestly, his normal attitude coming back through.

You had to cut him some slack, thinking of how hard it was for him when Willow’s mom was pregnant, she didn’t want him involved in anything he wasn’t able to be apart of it up until the last second, it was like a switch flipped and suddenly she decided she wasn’t fit to raise a baby. As selfish as it sounds, you were so grateful for how it turned out, because at the end of the day you knew she was getting the best life possible with you and Tyler.

“Me too, honestly, I’m surprised she hasn’t asked how the baby gets in a woman’s stomach.” You quipped, Tyler groaned, “I can’t even think about that.” He muttered in defeat, kissing the side of your head. When he pulled away, you had a giddy smile on your face, “what?” He asked you suspiciously. “I can’t wait to have a baby with you.” You admitted, watching his nerves melt away. You knew Tyler, and you knew he was a worrier, even if he didn’t voice it, right now he was probably running over every horror story he’s heard about complicated pregnancies. “God you’re gonna look so beautiful.” He muttered, a glint in his eyes, you knew then, that it was all going to be ok, even if he was a nervous wreck. Which part of you thought he would be.

***

You stood by the window of your bridal suite, dressed in your gown and veil, one of the photographers getting photos of you looking out, coincidentally, in the open garden below you, Tyler was doing his first look with Willow, something the photographer had brought up to you, and you jumped on it. Those pictures would be cherished forever, Tyler really didn’t know what Willow was going to be dressed in, but you watched as he turned around and saw his little girl, who didn’t look so little, in a dusty rose colored dress, long lace sleeves and a nice puffy skirt, per her request. Her curls tamed beautifully for once as she actually let the hair stylist apply some products to them. Your grin was wide as he gasped, looking at her and she bounced over to him, you could see her mouth moving and you could only imagine how she was rambling on and on about her dress. A habit he swears she picked up from you.

“Y/N? You ready to head down?” Your maid of honor, your best friend Y/F/N asked, giving you a once over. You smoothed out your dress once more, looking down at the trumpet style gown. “Yeah.” You sniffled, fanning at your face. You and Tyler opted not to do a first look, you wanted to see his genuine reaction as you walked down the aisle. “You look stunning.” She assured you, lightly dabbing under your eyes with a tissue, the sound of the camera going off in the background.

As you reached your spot just behind the double doors, any nerves you had melted away, Tyler, the love of your life, was right on the other side of this wall, prepared to say I do to a lifetime with you.

Tyler’s father was walking you down the aisle, neither of your parents here to do it. As he approached, you smiled, hoping Tyler’s reaction would be similar to his dad’s. You’d grown close with his family over the years, they truly loved you, and it showed as his dad grabbed your hand, kissing the top of it as he smiled tearfully. “I’ll never really know how Tyler managed to snag you up, but he could have never made a better choice.” He explained, voice shaking before he cleared his throat. “Let’s get this show on the road.” He broke the silence, chuckling at himself as you looped your arm with his, holding your bouquet with the other.

The wedding March began to play, and the doors were pushed open, revealing you and Paul standing there. Instantly Tyler looked to the ceiling, his eyes watering already, the smile on his face was undeniable as you walked towards him slowly, your own eyes glazed over at the way he was looking at you. “Gorgeous.” He mouthed, your lips parting in a smile, he loved when he got those smiles out of you, the ones where the corners of your eyes would crinkle, and sometimes you would even scrunch your nose a bit. This was definitely one of those moments.

***

The wedding had come and gone, your honeymoon too, a simple trip with just the two of you before the hockey season started again. “Daddy.” Willow whispered, standing on his side of the bed, he stirred, blinking his eyes a couple of times to adjust to the darkness of the room. He turned his lamp on, “what’s wrong baby?” He asked softly, careful not to wake you as he caressed Willow’s face, frowning at the tears coating it. “I had a bad dream.” She whimpered, “come here.” He huffed as he pulled her up onto the bed. “Wanna tell me what happened?” He asked her, turning the lamp off as he let her cuddle with him. “No, just cuddles.” She mumbled sleepily, his heart swelled in his chest at that, “always, princess.” He sighed, kissing the top of her head as she easily laid on top of him, her teddy bear snuggled between them. You flipped over carefully, having woken up during their little conversation. Tyler gave you a tired smile as you placed a kiss on his shoulder before resting back on your pillow, a smile on your face as you listened to her light breathing.

As morning came you groaned in annoyance, morning sickness coming right along with it.

That’s right, you two had no trouble getting pregnant apparently, today was actually the day you were going to tell Willow about the baby. “Is mommy sick?” Willow asked Tyler as they woke up to you bolting out of bed, he held back a chuckle, “no, she’s ok.” He assured her, “stay here.” He demanded gently before coming to check on you as you brushed your teeth. “Hi babe.” He placed a kiss on your cheek, “doing ok?” He asked softly, locking eyes with you in the mirror. “Yeah,” you sighed, leaning into his hold after you rinsed your mouth out. “Are you ready to tell her?” You asked eagerly, “god, yes.” He groaned, giving you a quick kiss.

Willow was sitting in the middle of the bed, adjusting the bow on her teddy bear's head. “Good morning, baby.” You chuckled, sitting beside her, she shot you a smile, just like Tyler’s as she crawled into your lap. “Don’t forget miss bows.” She mumbled with a pout, Tyler snickered as you took the bear and placed a kiss on its head, “good morning, miss bows.” You spoke dramatically, Willow snuggling happily into you. “Hey, Willow.” Tyler spoke softly, sitting beside you, “guess what?” He smiled at her, she sat up a little straighter, “what?” She asked cutely, you shared a look with Tyler. “We’re gonna have a baby.” You told her, relief hitting you as she jumped up screaming in excitement. “A baby?!” She squealed. You quickly pulled out your phone to record her, sending it to Tyler’s parents. “When?” She asked giggling, sitting crossed legged in front of you both. “Oh, it’s still going to be a few months honey.” You explained sweetly, “but you’re going to be a big sister, that means you can help me and mommy get stuff ready for the baby.” Tyler assured her, wanting her to feel involved and not like the baby was going to completely take over.

The months started flying by, you were having a little boy, Tyler thought he wanted another daughter, which of course he would have been just as excited for, but when he heard it was a boy, you could see the way his eyes lit up. Willow had been a little upset at first, wanting a little sister that she could do all her fun girly things with as she got older, but after some long conversations and some explanations, you convinced her of all the reasons it would be fun for her to have a brother.

Tyler was more than nervous as your water broke in the middle of the night, of course you’d thought ahead and had spoken to Tyler’s mom, who had been staying with you guys for about a week, to be here and help with Willow once you had the baby. He swears that your labor went on forever, but really, you’d gotten lucky and progressed quickly. Nearly missing the window to get the epidural, which terrified you, but you got it, and now you had a very healthy, chunky little eight pound baby boy. Much to everyone’s surprise, everyone expected him to be smaller, but you weren’t complaining.

“Oh my god.” You cried out as they put him on your chest, his screams filling the room, it felt like an eternity until he began to cry, but he was sure to make up for it.

“I can’t believe we made him.” Tyler mumbled, unlike Willow, Hunter was born with next to no hair. “I know.” You whispered, running your finger across his chubby cheek, he was peacefully sleeping in your arms, already a hungry baby, having drunk himself right to sleep. “I hope he looks like you.” Tyler muttered, lightly kissing the side of your head, a smile graced your lips, “I hope he looks like you.” You giggled, “but I kind of don’t, because then all the girls will be after him when he’s a teenager.” You added, your husband chuckling beside you. “Let’s worry about his first night home, yeah?” He laughed softly. “Willow is going to be so excited.” You sighed, lacing your fingers with Tyler’s.

***

“Mommy, daddy!” Willow rushed over when you walked in, Tyler having the car seat around his arm. “Hi, sweet girl.” You welcomed her hug, kneeling to her height. “Were you good for grandma?” You asked gently, she nodded eagerly before moving over to hug Tyler once he placed the car seat down. “Hi princess.” He grinned, hugging her tightly, “I missed you.” He kissed the top of her head, laughing as she completely disregarded his comment and looked at Hunter in awe. “He’s so pretty.” She gasped, making you and Jackie both laugh. “He really is a beautiful baby, honey.” Jackie spoke to you, giving you a gentle hug. Tyler moved the car seat up to the table, shushing Willow as he assured her she would get to hold him. “Go wash your hands.” Jackie instructed her, walking over to Tyler as he easily held the newborn in his hands. She kissed her son's cheek before grabbing Hunter’s hand, “hello beautiful boy.” She cooed, running her thumb over his arm. “You did good.” She commented to Tyler, lightly nudging his side, he shot her a smile, “yeah.” He agreed, glancing at you.

“Can I hold him, please, please?” Willow begged, running out with freshly washed hands, you nodded, “go sit on the couch, I’ll bring him to you.” You instructed her softly, she giggled and ran off to the couch, you gently took Hunter from Tyler, “oh, Jackie did you want to hold him fi–“ “No, no, let Willow do it first, she’s just so excited.” Jackie cut you off mid ramble. You smiled in relief, slowly walking over to the couch, Tyler came and sat next to her, he put a pillow on her lap, and had her put arms out on it. “You have to be really gentle, ok?” He told her as he put his arms around her, his hands offering extra support for the baby’s neck. You laid Hunter down, smiling as Willow cooed down to him, “hi baby brother.” She giggled, looking over at you and then to Tyler. “Mommy,” she mumbled as you sat next to them, Tyler picking the baby up as he began to fuss, “I love him.” Willow concluded in the most serious voice. “I love him too.”

***

Hunter gurgled up at you as you dressed him in sweatpants, now two months old, and all of you were missing Tyler as he just had his first away game of the season. You left him shirtless, a pun at how Tyler always walked around the house in his pajamas, “mommy, I wanna match.” Willow pouted, you looked at her in thought for a moment, knowing you couldn’t let her run around in only pants, even if it was only in the house. “Oh, I have an idea.” You grinned, scooping the baby up and going into the back of the closet, where most of Tyler’s old shirts were. “Come here baby!” You called, Willow came bouncing in, one of your fondest memories as a child was wearing your dad's old shirts as pajamas, so why not pass it on to her. “Pick one to wear.” You told her, smiling as she got all excited, flipping through them, she pulled two down off the hangers, “where this one mommy, please.” She gave you her puppy eyes, not that she had to. You nodded, taking the shirt from her and going into the bathroom to change into it, leaving your shorts in underneath.

A loud laugh fell from your lips as you walked out and saw her drowning in his shirt, but there was nothing more adorable. “Come here, let me get a picture.” You made Willow lay on the bed, and put Hunter next to her, you wanted to send the picture to him, but you’d rather him be surprised by your outfit choices for the night. “Hello!” Tyler called from downstairs, Willow giggled carefully moving away from Hunter, “careful, hold the shirt up so you don’t fall!” You called as she took off out of the room, her response faded out as she bounced down the steps, you following with Hunter curled up in your arms. “Hey baby!” You heard Tyler gasp, “what do you think you’re wearing?” He questioned her, lifting her up into his arms. “We missed you so much, we figured why not dress up as you.” You explained, making him look up and see you in one of his shirts and Hunter in little grey sweatpants, Tyler threw his head back in laughter, “are you surprised?” Willow asked him, arms clasped around his neck, he hummed in agreement as he kissed her cheek before coming over to you. “Hi.” He whispered before pecking your lips.

“Hi.” You repeated, smiling as he pulled away, Willow wiggled her way down to the ground, allowing him to take Hunter from you. “Hey bud, looking good.” He mumbled kissing across his chubby cheeks. “And mama, as beautiful as ever.” He winked over at you. He smirked when you rolled your eyes with a smile, “movie night!” He declared, bolting up the stairs with Hunter to go change. You chuckled as you ordered pizza, deciding to make it a fun simple night. You knew that it wouldn’t always be like this, but you knew that whatever life through at you, you two could make it work.

“You know, I’ve got all I could ever want right here.” Tyler mumbled as you sat curled up on the couch with two sleeping kids on your laps. “Me too, Ty.”

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