#im thinking “there was only one bed” im thinking let me drive while you sleep and oops almost crashed bc i was watching you and not the roa

[petricorah]

i have a fic idea if i ever get around to it i want to start soon where it's zukka modern au where they decide to take really long road trip before sokka has to go back home and it's supposed to be a fun last hurrah but it's tinged by the fact that they both want to confess but it's too late

(aka long drives on the endless road where you really start to think about what you want in life and what you want is the person next to you and you just can't have it.)

and also accidentally getting high on cactus juice because they got lost and sokka thought hey, i'm an outdoorsman, i totally got this (he doesn't have this)

[triptuckers]

keep the nightmares away - percy jackson

Request: nope Pairing:  Percy Jackson x reader Summary:  oh nooo what if there's only one bed........ (im a sucker for this trope and WILL use it whenever I can) Warnings:  mentions of wounds, swearing, nightmares Word count:  1.5K A/N:  yall know that audio from the rock "it's about drive it's about power we stay hungry we devour" that's me writing more fics in two days than I have in 6 months. I blame it on my percy jackson hyperfixation. enjoy!

you were so exhausted you could barely keep your eyes open. you'd been sent on another quest and had been chased down by monsters for gods know how many times already.

everyone was tired and just wanted to go to bed. but a prophecy had predicted there would be three demigods and a fourth companion on this quest, so it wasn't easy to leave the monsters behind.

'why did we have to be four?' you say softly as you force yourself to keep on walking. 'it would be way more quiet if there were only three of us.'

percy looks over his shoulder in front of you. 'I don't think quests are ever quiet.' he says with a smile.

'you know what I mean.' you say. 'are we there yet?'

'almost.' says annabeth, who is walking with grover in front of percy, holding the map and leading the way. 'it's just over the ridge.'

'thank the gods.' you mutter.

you know annabeth is going to state the facts rather than make something sound good. and sure enough, when you reach the top of the ridge you can see a dimly lit street in the distance.

you can see the motel you're headed for, a diner, and a gas station with a small store.

you're filled with relief of the thought of finally laying down and resting your feet. you could rewrap your wounds and maybe even take a shower if you're lucky and have the energy for it.

'come on, nearly there.' says percy, reaching out and gently tugging you along by your wrist.

if you weren't so tired you'd be reeling over the fact percy is holding your wrist so gently. but all you can think of is how soft the beds would be.

when you get to the motel you're too tired to speak. you let annabeth do all of the talking.

after a few minutes she returns with two keys.

'these are the only ones they had available.' she says, giving percy one.

'come on.' says percy. 'want me to rewrap your arm?'

you nod. a few hours ago, you got your arm sliced open and had to hastily wrap it. you're not very good at it, as the cut is on the back of your upper arm and you can't see it very well.

'grover and I will check the area quickly and then we can all get some rest.' says annabeth. 'regroup in my room at 8 am tomorrow?'

'sure.' says percy while you and grover nod.

you follow percy as he's searching for the room. eventually he stops and you nearly bump into him.

'sorry.' you mutter.

'it's alright.' says percy as he unlocks the door and lets you enter first.

you stop in the door opening, looking at the room.

'what's wrong?' says percy, looking over your shoulder. 'oh.'

yeah. oh. there's only one bed. not even a sofa.

you enter the room and percy shuts the door behind him. of course there's only one bed. and you're so exhausted. you can tell percy is tired as well. he's just better at hiding it.

'come on, let me take care of your arm.' says percy.

you head into the bathroom while percy rummages around his pack for the medical kit.

'sit on the counter.' he says as he enters the bathroom with the medical kit in his hands.

you do as he instructs and rest the back of your head against the mirror. you close your eyes but open them when percy lightly taps your knee.

'need you awake for this. you can sleep after.' he says softly.

you sigh. 'fine.'

'I know you're exhausted. I'll make it quick.'

'thanks, perce.'

percy ignores the way he feels when you call him that. he wonders if you know you're the only one that ever calls him that.

he washes his hands and then gently unwraps the old bandage around your arm. he carefully cleans the cut and starts on rewrapping it, making sure he's not hurting you.

when he's almost done, he feels a weight on his shoulder. he smiles to himself, letting you doze off on his shoulder. he's nearly done, anyway.

he secures the last bit of the bandage and then nudges you awake.

'sorry.' you say, blinking a few times.

'let's get you to the bed.' says percy, offering his hand so you can hop off the counter. 'you can take the first shift.'

you frown. 'first shift?'

'sleeping in the bed.'

'where will you sleep?'

'on the floor. I'll get the pillows off of the chair.'

you shake your head. 'percy, you're tired as well. you've fought just as much as I have. you'll only make it worse by sleeping on the floor. we can share.' you say.

sharing a bed as friends, that's cool right? not a big deal. at least that's what you tell yourself.

percy studies your face. he probably looks as tired as you do.

'it's big enough for the two of us.' you say, reaching down to take off your boots.

'alright.' says percy.

there's a knock on the door and both you and percy freeze. percy reaches inside of his pocket, ready to take out riptide.

'it's me.' says annabeth on the other side. 'all clear. get some rest.'

'thanks, goodnight annabeth.' says percy, visibly relaxing.

you walk over to the bed and lay down on the left side, leaving enough space for percy.

'if I find you on the floor when I wake up I'll make the rest of the quest even more miserable for you.' you mumble as you close your eyes. 'don't be a gentleman.'

'noted.' says percy with a smile, laying down on the other side of the bed, careful to leave more than enough space between the two of you.

it's cool, this is fine. laying next to you in a bed. nothing that could happen, you're just friends. right?

after a while, he can tell you're asleep by the slow breathing coming from your side of the bed.

he's keeping his distance, even if it means he nearly falls off of the bed. he's mind is spinning in circles about the fact you're laying right next to him.

but eventually, he falls asleep. after all, all four of you were utterly exhausted when you reached the motel earlier in the night.

it feels like way too soon when he's woken up again. he frowns, it's still dark outside. he shifts to get comfortable again. but then he feels something hard poke him in his ribs.

'oof.' he grunts softly, then rolls over to see if you're awake. why would you punch him in the middle of the night?

but when he sees you, he noticed your face is scrunched up in agony and you're mumbling something.

he frowns and watches you move around restlessly, nearly hitting him again.

but his frown disappears soon enough. he knows the feeling all too well.

you're having a nightmare.

a bad one, by the looks of it.

gently, he reaches out and pushes a strand of sweaty hair out of your face, then nudges your shoulder.

'hey, wake up.'

in response, you curl up even more so percy shakes you again, a little harder this time.

you wake up and immediately sit up, eyes wide in panic. your hand is scrambling for you belt, where you keep your knives.

'woah, hey, it's alright you're safe, you're with me.' says percy, holding your shoulders and forcing you to look at him.

his sea-green eyes are familiar and calm you down a little. you're breathing heavily and fully aware of percy holding on to your shoulders. you force yourself to push away from him, creating space between the two of you.

'I'm alright.' you say, closing your eyes and shaking your head slightly. you would not cry over something as stupid as a nightmare.

'want to talk about it?' says percy softly.

'no I'm fine.'

'talking mostly helps me.'

you sigh and start to fidget with your fingers. why does it feel so embarrassing? you're sure lots of demigods have nightmares, given what you go through on a daily basis.

'it was the gods.' you start. 'I'd failed some sort of quest and they let loose their powers on me. camp half-blood got destroyed. I couldn't find annabeth and grover. there was fire everywhere and you... fuck.'

'it's okay.' says percy softly, encouraging you to go on.

'I found you in the rubble of your cabin.' you whisper.

'shit, I'm sorry.'

'it's alright, I'm alright. you're here now.'

'you think you can try going back to sleep again?'

'yeah, I can try.'

the two of you lay down again, this time with a little less space between you.

'percy?' you say, slowly reaching out to him.

'yeah?'

'is it okay if I...?'

wordlessly, percy reaches out and pulls you against him, where you curl up against his side.

'thanks.' you say, feeling yourself relax again.

'I'll keep the nightmares away.' mumbles percy.

you smile to yourself, closing your eyes and letting percy's heartbeat lull you to sleep. you're confident nightmares wouldn't find you again. you're safe now.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit/Max

[redcherrykook]

── ˙✧°📷 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚! 3 (𝙏𝙥𝙖𝙛𝙡 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚)

Drabble three! of Torn pictures and frozen lenses couple!

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content: fluff, comfort, period pain, crying, cuddles, Jungkook being a softie

note from cherry: i'm obsessed with this couple rn and i got my period today soo thats the inspo.

I need to be held by koo so bad :,(

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8 full hours of Jungkook working go by extremly slow on days he wouldn't be seeing you in the hallways,

This morning you'd stayed in bed due to feeling sick and dizzy, he let you sleep with a kiss to your forhead

The drive back home, all he was looking forward to after a long exhausting day was seeing you, quietly winding down together

Instead, he'd open the door to you curled up on the couch, stuffed hello kitty clutched in your arms,

"Baby?" He sighs, swiftly taking off his shoes and coat, crouching down in front of the couch

Upon further inspection on your bundled up form, you laid there in his hoodie, tears streaming down your pretty, sleepy face

"hey kook" you sniffle, wiping your tears with a small smile,

He knew exactly what was wrong, all the signs pointing towards it,

"Come here..my poor little lady, your period came right?" he speaks into your hair softly once managing to get on to the couch, pulling you into his lap,

His head nuzzles into your hair, big palms stroking your back, pressing you against his chest

You nod, completely burned out from the pain of your cramps, reaching all the way to your lower back, the pouding headache you have only worsening from having cried so much

"Its alright, come on i'll hold you"

"i missed you" you sniffle again, pressing your head into his chest and inhaling his sweet masculine scent

He humms, "i missed you too, its so boring without my favorite bad student" joking at that, he knew full well how much you improved, having spent hours together

He did miss you though, a lot

However, from the sound of your increased sniffling he could tell that this wasn't the right time,

Not at all

"you think im so stupid don't you?" you cry softly into his chest, feeling so overcome by anger and sadness,

His heart clenches a little; guilt quickly catching up to him

His hand moves to the back of your head, caressing your head so carefully,

The other one lifts you by your chin, making you look at him through sad teary eyes

"Shh i´m sorry baby i´m sorry.. i didn´t mean it, i was just joking. You're so smart baby.. i´m sorry" his gentle voice is accompanied by the many kisses he places all over your face

A small but sincere smile creeping up to your face immediately

"Hmm okay" you giggle and he smiles too, squeezing your cheeks between his thumb and index finger

The rapid change of emotions almost making him giggle aswell,

What a cute mess he has got.

"Come on, let me get this pretty girl into bed"

quickly you're clinging on to him like your life depens on it, with a kiss to your temple he lays you down into the comfy, pillowy sheets,

Wrapping his arms around you from behind to sneak his hands on your lower tummy, pressing and caressing there to sooth the pain with pressure,

"Thank you kook" you say, stoking his arm,

He responds by placing a kiss to your hair, then moving his head down to rest on your shoulder,

"Did you eat? Want me to make you a nice sweet treat?" his suggestion sounds so good, not haven eaten all day because of feeling genuinely sick, too dizzy to even do anything other than to lay down,

"Couldn't yet.. but, please do.. that would be so nice" you hum, turning your head to kiss him lovingly,

He takes the kiss, smiling into it while continuing to massage your lower tummy,

"let me take care of you pretty, just lay here and look cute while you wait" he winks, hugging you tight and pressing a last, long kiss to your lips before standing up from the bed

[stevie-petey]

episode four: the sauna test

Steve pushes at Dustin’s feet to help him move further, but he’s quickly berated. “Not my feet, dumbass. Push my ass!” “What?” You and Steve exclaim at the same time.  “Touch my butt, I don’t care!” Dustin’s screeching voice is muffled from the walls of the vent. Looking at you one last time, Steve sighs heavily and places his hands on your brother’s butt and starts to shove him deeper into the air duct. He can’t believe he’s doing this right now, shoving the butt of the brother of the girl he’s in love with. You stand next to Robin, mortified of what you’re currently witnessing, endlessly ashamed of the two boys. 

Summary: dustin has some brotherly concern for you (dont tell anyone though), steve is offended you dont think he can fight, nancy gets upset during therapy hour, robin encourages child endangerment, erica becomes your hero, and you lose your lunch on hawkins makeshift tower of terror (aka sketchy russian elevators)

Rating: general, swearing

Warnings: swearing, use of y/n, fem!reader

Words: 7.5k

Before you swing in: hello my loves ! had a busy may wrapping up finals, move out, and adjusting back to life at home. i finally had the time to write this, and while im still iffy with some parts, im just excited to finally be at the elevator scene tbh. ive been DYING to write her. enjoy !!

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Dustin stands outside your room the next morning, fist hovering over the door, unsure if he should knock. It’s early and he can’t get the panic he saw in your eyes last night out of his head. He hasn’t seen you that consumed with anxiety since you guys were kids and your parents began to fight. 

He feels horrible for putting you in that position last night, at odds with him, Robin, and Steve. 

Especially Steve. 

Dustin hadn’t meant to start a fight between you and the teen. Contrary to popular belief, he actually does want the two of you together, but now he’s worried he’s somehow caused a rift in your relationship.

Sighing, your brother allows his knuckles to rap against your door. When he doesn’t hear anything, he slowly opens it and pokes his head in. You’re asleep in your bed, blankets strewn everywhere, and Dustin knows he’s fucked up because you almost never sleep in this late. 

Now he’s worried he’s going to have to force you into a code blue.

Dustin lets himself into your room and stands before your bed. Then, because he’s your brother and finds it hard to express his worries for you in a normal way, he pokes your cheek with his finger. “Wake up.”

You stir at the touch but remain asleep. Dustin groans and starts repeatedly poking you. “Dude, get up.” He now starts poking your nose, your forehead and eyebrows, anywhere his finger can reach.

Finally the onslaught of pokes to your face is enough to wake you up. You raise your hand and slap Dustin away as you scrunch your face in displeasure. “Why do you always insist on waking me up this way?”

“It’s fun for me.”

You slap at your brother again and take a moment to stretch. Your body is exhausted, you got home late last night after your drive with Jonathan. Once the two of you had been done discussing your relationship problems, you both decided to just drive around Hawkins and simmer in your limited time together. For those few hours, only the two of you existed.

Yawning, you blink your eyes open at Dustin. “Is there a reason you’re waking me up before my alarm is supposed to go off?”

Dustin’s smug smile falls. He coughs and starts to fidget with his fingers. “Oh, I was just–well. Last night… Do you wanna talk about it?”

The implications of your brother’s words cause you to fully wake up. “Is this your poor attempt at commencing a code blue?”

“Well, do we need a code blue?”

You roll over and throw your blankets over your head, blocking out the world. “I already talked about my feelings last night with Jonathan, please give me at least twenty-four hours to recover.”

Dustin flicks your ear that pokes out from under the blankets at the mention of Jonathan. “Why were you with that guy last night?”

“Stop touching my face!” You yell at the kid, annoyed. “And because he’s my best friend. We both had shitty nights so we drove around and cried together.”

Your brother pauses. “Did you actually cry together?”

“No,” you now uncover your face and sigh. “Only I cried, but it was therapeutic nonetheless.”

Dustin drops his head, remembering how upset you’d been standing in the hallway last night with the others. “I’m sorry about last night, Y/N.”

“Hey, no.” You sit up now and force him to look at you. “No apologizing. I understand.”

Your friends have all gone their separate ways this summer and I know you’re so fixated on the Russians because you’re lonely. I understand, and I’m here for you.

It goes unsaid, but Dustin knows that you have him all figured out, though it doesn’t ease the guilt he feels for dragging you into all of this in the first place. “You don’t have to join me at Scoops today, Y/N.”

“I know, but I will anyway after my shift.” I have to keep you safe.

“We both know you’re only going to make sure I don’t burn the place down.” You worry too much.

“Oh, don’t think I won’t call Steve once this conversation is done to make sure he keeps an eye on you.” I know, but it’s my job and I love you.

“You’re the worst.” I love you, too.

You ruffle Dustin’s hair with a fond smile. It’s an intricate thing, the hidden language that can only be found between siblings. All that goes unsaid becomes masked behind teasing and taunts, but you both hear what’s underneath. 

When Dustin leaves your room to go to the mall, you roll over in bed and reach for the phone that rests on top of your desk. Your fingers press the numbers that have become ingrained within your brain from countless nights of dialing. The line rings only one time before Steve’s tired voice answers. 

“Hello?”

You smile hearing his voice, despite the distance that seems to have now formed between you. “Hi, honey.”

There’s rustling on the other end of the line and you know Steve still lays in his own bed only ten minutes from your own. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine,” you quickly reassure him, wincing when you realize you don’t normally call him so early. “Sorry, I was just calling to ask if you’d keep an eye on Dustin today? With the Russians and everything, I have work today and can’t be there–”

“Of course I’ll keep an eye on your brother, Y/N.” Steve gently interrupts your anxious rambling. 

“Thank you,” you say softly with a laugh, embarrassed. 

“Are we…” Steve hesitates, unsure how to find the right words. “Are we okay? I know things were–uh, weird. Last night. And that I was a dick and I just, I’m really sorry, Y/N. For everything.”

You close your eyes and exhale slowly, knowing that there’s more that Steve wants to say but is too afraid to tell you. Too ashamed to say that he’s embarrassed as well for allowing his pride to cloud his judgment, and you’re too exhausted to try and remind him again that you love him despite it all. “We’re okay, Steve. I promise.”

He takes a moment to respond, he doesn’t know what else to say. He’s never been good at this. Finally, he settles on what he’s able to give you. It seems that’s all he’s been able to do lately. “I’ll miss you today, angel.”

“I’ll miss you too, honey.” The name slips from your tongue in a languid manner, the warmth that accompanies the word still wraps itself around your body and reminds you of the love you feel for the boy. You hope he can feel the warmth too, you hope it descends down the landline and wraps around him as well. “I’ll see you after work.”

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Your day only gets worse from there.

After only an hour or so of sadly sorting through books at work without a customer in sight, you hear a frail scream come from Mrs. Waters’ office. You run towards the woman in a heartbeat, panic stricken and afraid of what you’ll find. 

Mrs. Waters is sitting tiredly in her office with her head in her hands when you run in. The usually upbeat woman is hunched over with despair and you’re quick to rush over to her with worry. “Mrs. Waters, is everything okay?”

She rubs at her temples and it’s then that you realize her telephone is in her hand. Without bothering to look, she clumsily places it back on the wall and looks up at you with sad, tired eyes. “I’m fine, dear. I–I just had a fright, that’s all.”

“What happened?” You pull a chair to sit next to the woman and grab her wrinkled, yet soft, hands. 

“Oh, I’m old.” Mrs. Waters smiles at you sadly. There are tears in her eyes as she takes a deep breath to try and steady her nerves. “My, you would think I’d be used to phone calls from the hospital.”

“The hospital?” 

Hearing the panic in your voice, your boss grabs the hands you have placed on top of her’s and squeezes with reassurance. “It wasn’t for me, dear.”

You’re still anxious for the woman in front of you. “Who then?”

“They called me for an old friend,” Mrs. Waters clutches at her chest with a certain fear that you’ve never seen within the woman. “She’s in the hospital because some young journalist found her eating fertilizer in her home last night. She’s always been… troubled.”

You gasp and pull away from your boss and your mind reels with this new information. Jonathan’s voice echoes within the walls of your mind, of his story of the woman he and Nancy had found last night after investigating the rats. 

Mrs. Waters frowns at your unexpected reaction and notices the fear on your face. “Dear, I’m sure my friend will be alright–”

“What…” your voice shakes, and you clear your throat. “What’s your friend’s name, Mrs. Waters?”

The old woman sighs, sensing there’s something more to your worry, but her heart hurts for her friend and she’s seen more in her almost seventy years than she’s ever wanted to. “Her name is Doris Driscoll.”

–

You’re sent home early after your conversation with Mrs. Waters. She had been too worried for her friend and saw how shaken up by it you seemed to be as well, so she patted your arm and dismissed you. 

“There’s no point keeping the store open today, Y/N. Go home to that cute boy of yours while I go visit an old friend.”

You had tried arguing with her, but even you knew it was no use. 

Biking to Starcourt, now more than ever worried about your job, you feel your birthday looming over you and the worries of Nancy’s involvement with rats and old women eating fertilizer mixed with Jonathan’s fears. 

This was supposed to be a good summer. 

Your head spins as you walk into the backdoor of Scoops Ahoy, finding Robin, Steve, and Dustin all circled around the table as they discuss how to enter the Russian storage room. 

“What? I sneak up behind, knock him out, and I take his keycard.” Steve is explaining when you walk in. He has his leg propped against the seat next to him as he twirls his sailor’s hat in his hand. “It’s easy.”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?” Dustin blinks at the teen, having little faith in his confidence.

You make your way towards the group and lift Steve’s propped leg up so that you can sit before placing the leg across your lap. Feeling your touch, he looks up with surprise to see you, having expected your shift to end later in the day. “Y/N?”

“You’re not going near any Russian men with guns, Steve.” You say to him in lieu of a greeting.

Steve deflates in his seat. “That’s why I’d be sneaking.”

Dustin shares a look with you, the two of you remembering all the times Steve has tried, and failed, to win a fight. Clearing his throat, your brother crosses his arms and winks at you before turning to the teen. “Alright, please tell us this, and be honest. Have you ever actually… won a fight?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Okay, that was one time–”

“Twice, honey.” You interrupt him with a smile, enjoying this conversation maybe a little too much. “Jonathan, remember him?”

“Listen, that doesn’t count.”

“Oh, but it does.” You pinch Steve’s shin. “He kicked your ass, I was there.”

He winces and moves his legs off of you. “He didn’t kick my ass–”

“You got a fat lip, crooked nose, swollen eye.” Dustin adds on, leaning against your chair now as the two of you gang up on Steve. 

“He even pinned you at one point. I distinctly remember thinking he was going to kill you.” You say, smirking.

Steve scoffs. “Oh, you did not have any concern for me then–”

You hit his shoulder. “Yes I did! I’ve always been worried about you–”

“Can you guys not make everything about your weird relationship for like, three seconds, please?” Dustin whines as you and Steve start to bicker about something else entirely.

As the three of you argue, Robin seems to get an idea and runs out of the room. Noticing her sudden absence, you turn to Steve and frown. “What’s Robin up to?”

He stands up and sees her snatching money from the tip jar before running off. Steve calls after her, but she doesn’t slow down as she runs out of the shop. “What are you doing?”

“I need cash!” She says, as if that explains everything.

“Isn’t half of the tip money Steve’s?” You ask, now standing next to him by the register alongside Dustin.

“I’ll pay your boyfriend back later, Y/N.” Robin continues to walk towards the shop’s exit. “I’m going to find us a way into that room, a safe way, just like I promised you.”

You’re oddly touched that she remembered your insistence on keeping everyone safe. With a smile, you call across to her, “thank you!”

Robin blushes and forces herself to look away from you so that she can direct her attention to Steve. “In the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don’t get beat up. I’ll be back in a jiff!” 

As you and Steve watch Robin leave, the two of you turn and catch Dustin licking at one of the ice cream scoops. You whack him with the back of your hand and cringe at him. “Dude, what the hell?”

Dustin flinches away from you as Steve snatches the scoop from the boy with his own disgusted look. “Not my scooper, man.”

“Why are you like this?” You ask your brother with disappointment in your voice, to which he huffs at. 

“I’m a curious person.” You scoff at Dustin and he rolls his eyes at you before making his way out from behind the ice cream counter. “If I’m going to be judged, then I’m going to the arcade while we wait for whatever Robin has planned.”

He’s gone without another word, leaving you alone with Steve.

It’s still early in the day and there’s only a few customers in Scoops Ahoy, so it’s just you and Steve. It’s the first time you’ve been alone together since last night, when you’d been standing in front of him, begging him to listen to you, and all he could do was watch you silently with pain in his own eyes. 

As if coming to this realization himself, Steve coughs and rocks back and forth awkwardly. He knows you told him this morning that everything was okay between you two, but things still feel off. Despite your best efforts, he can tell that you’re still struggling to seem okay with the whole Russian debacle. You’re still frail looking, unsure and anxious, and Steve hates that he’s the reason why. 

Hesitantly, he reaches for your hand. “Care to, uh. Join me in the backroom?”

You raise your eyebrows at his question. “Are you propositioning me, Harrington?”

“No!” His eyes widen in fear and his voice squeaks, which only embarasses him more. He clears his throat and tries to swallow down his dread. “I mean, not like that. I figured we could, you know… talk.”

Now it’s your turn to fill with dread. He’s seen through you, despite your best efforts to try and appease everyone. Squeezing his hand, you nod at Steve and allow him to guide you into the backroom. 

Steve pulls a chair out from the table and sits down, and before you can process what’s happening, he pulls you down and into his lap. You throw your arms around his neck to steady yourself at the sudden movement, which only makes Steve’s proud smile widen. “You planned that, didn’t you?”

“Sure did, angel.”

You laugh and shake your head at him, tightening your arms around his neck and settling into his lap. He rests his hands on your thighs and stares at you with such warmth, such patience, content to simply have you here with him. Despite the uncertainty that seems to now loom over the two of you, there’s still a certainty within it. There’s still a trust that accompanies the hesitancy, and it’s this trust that caresses your cheek and coaxes you to speak. 

“I don’t like what we’re doing, Steve.” You confess to him, making your words as plain as possible so that nothing gets misconstrued; too often your words have gotten lost in translation.

Steve nods slightly, his eyes never leave yours, and he listens. “I get that, I do, and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel bad about standing your ground. It’s just… I wanted to go along with Dustin, pretend for a few days that I’m not some moron who couldn’t get into college, you know?”

“You’re not an idiot,” you fix a piece of Steve’s hair that has fallen out of his sailor’s hat and sigh. “But there’s more to this than just my stupid need to protect everyone.”

“Did something else happen?” 

You hesitate, unsure if what’s been on your mind holds any real weight, or if you’re just being paranoid now after everything you’ve been through these last few years. Biting your lip, you decide that it’s Steve you’re telling this to. Paranoid or not, he’ll listen and try to help you piece it all together as well. He always does. “A few days ago I saw Billy stumbling on the side of the road. He was… bleeding.”

Steve’s eyes harden at the teen’s name and instinctively his grip on you tightens. “Did he do anything to you?”

“No,” you breathe out sharply, remembering how disoriented Billy had been. He was in no condition to cause you any harm, which in itself frightened you. “There was something off about him, Steve. I–I can’t explain it, but a day before I saw Billy, I had been with Will and he was almost similar to Billy, I guess? He just–he was frozen, staring off into space, until I got his attention again.”

“Why do I feel like there’s something else you’re not telling me?”

You sigh. “Because there is. There’s always something else in the fucking town.” Anger begins to rise within you and you force yourself to swallow it down. Now isn’t the time for the anger that always simmers just below the surface, waiting. “I talked to Jonathan last night. He’s been with Nancy investigating rabid rats and an old woman who was caught eating her fertilizer.”

“Christ,” Steve exhales with bewilderment.

“And now Russians in Hawkins? What are the odds of this all happening within the same week?”

“Do you…” Looking around, Steve lowers his voice. “Do you think it’s happening again?”

“I don’t think so, El told us she closed the gate, but… I can’t explain any of this, either.” You feel helpless, and you hate it. There’s something you’re missing, there’s something connecting it all, and yet you’re going in circles. 

It all can’t just be a coincidence, and it’s a horrible, maddening feeling. 

And Steve tries to absolve you from it. “We’ll figure it out, together. You and me, even if you want to kill me by the time we’re done, I promise you that I’ll help you–” The phone starts to ring, cutting Steve off, and he sighs. Patting your thighs, he silently asks you to get up so that he can answer it.

Lazily walking over to the ringing phone, Steve picks it up with slight annoyance. “Scoops Ahoy, this is Steve.” There’s a feminine voice on the other line, which he frowns at, before handing the phone to you. “It’s for you?”

Surprised, you stand up and take the phone, unsure who would be calling for you at the ice cream shop. “Hello?”

“Y/N, it’s me. Um, hi.” 

“Nancy?”

“I–uh, I called your job and this older lady told me you’d be at Scoops Ahoy? I needed someone to talk to, and I–I just,” She clears her throat, and it’s only now that you notice the exhaustion in her voice and how thick it sounds from dried up tears. “You know what? This is weird, I shouldn’t have called. I’m sorry–”

“Hey, no.” You fumble with the telephone cord and desperately wish you were with Nancy right now. After what Jonathan told you last night, you feel horrible for the girl, and from the sound of it, she needs someone there for her right now. “Talk to me, Nance. What happened?”

You hear her inhale a shaky breath, always the first to try and disguise any upset and hurt she may be feeling for the sake of others. She takes another deep breath, exhales slowly, and then begins to talk. “Jonathan and I had a fight.”

She tells you everything, from Mrs. Driscoll and the rats to Tom firing them for falsely identifying as reporters. It’s everything Jonathan told you last night, all his worst fears come true, except Nancy also tells you what he told her this morning. How condescending he had been, how he had reminded her of how poor he is, how he belittled her need to figure everything out herself. 

“He kept defending all those assholes, Y/N.” More tears lace within Nancy’s voice. “He wouldn’t listen to me. He just kept repeating over and over again about how he needed the job, as if it wasn’t the single more humiliating thing I’ve ever had to endure.”

There’s so much you want to say, but you’re afraid it will only come out wrong. “I can’t imagine what you had to go through, Nance. I know those men were horrible to you, but you understand where Jonathan is coming from, right?”

“I mean, I thought I did, but,” she sniffs, her voice is soft and defeated. “I’m not so sure anymore. It feels like we can’t understand each other, like we’re physically incapable of seeing eye to eye. I know he has to provide for his family, I–I love that he takes care of them, that he always does what’s right, and yet it infuriates me sometimes.”

You can’t help but chuckle at what Nancy has said. She sounds so much like Jonathan in this moment, reminiscent of him telling you that her ambition is what he loves about her, and here she is saying his integrity is what she loves about him. “God, you two and your pride; you sound just like Jonathan. He said practically the same thing about you last night–”

“Jonathan talked to you about this?” Nancy’s voice becomes cold, defensive, and you know you’ve just said the wrong thing.

“Well, I mean,” you frantically try to alleviate the situation. “He only wanted advice, that’s all.”

Nancy scoffs, and you feel your heart drop. “So he can tell you all about how he feels, but bottles it up when it comes to his girlfriend?”

Well, fuck. 

“He was scared and overwhelmed.” You try to keep your voice neutral, not wanting the girl to assume you’re on anyone’s side. “It’s a difficult situation, and he came to me for help just like you are right now.”

Jealousy claws at Nancy suddenly, it clashes against the hurt within her. Jonathan went to you, as he’s always done, he sought solace in you for the emotions within him that he still has yet to share with her. It reminds her, then, just how little she knows about him still. How many years stretch between you and Nancy when it comes to Jonathan. 

“I’m sure you know all about how he feels,” she says bitterly, unable to stop herself. “The two of you understand one another.”

You sense that there’s something important with what she’s just said. The words were said with a history behind them, an insecurity that you cannot compensate for, and you feel defenseless against Nancy. “He was hurt, and so are you–”

“God, I should’ve known you’d take his side! I mean, you two always do this. I’m such an idiot.”

Panic begins to surround you. “Nancy, I’m not taking anyone’s side, just please listen to me–”

The line goes dead as Nancy hangs up. 

Numb, you place the phone back on the wall and stare blankly at it. The pressure of tears presses against your eyes and you try to steady your breathing. You’ve hurt Nancy, you’ve caused a rift between you that threatens to collapse into a chasm, and you don’t know what to do.

Steve sees that you’re fighting back tears and he tugs you against his chest. His embrace soothes you, but when he asks what happened, all you can do is shake your head, too overwhelmed to speak. There’s too much to explain, a history between you and Jonathan that you know Steve accepts, and yet now you’re terrified you’ll somehow hurt him like you’ve hurt Nancy. 

“I’m sorry, angel.”

Neither of you are sure what Steve is apologizing for, but it’s enough for now. 

So much for an easy summer.

– 

“It is fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the County Recorder’s Office.” Robin places a giant sheet of paper onto the table. On it are lines and shapes all drawn in blue with an intricate layout. You lean in close to inspect it as Robin continues explaining. “Starcourt Mall, the complete blueprints.” 

Dustin praises her idea and you hesitantly agree; you would’ve never thought of asking for the mall’s blueprints. “You’ve got my attention.”

She smiles and starts to explain her plan. “This is us, Scoops,” her fingers trace over the paper as she guides you and the boys through the blueprint. “And this is where we want to get.”

“I don’t really see a way in.” Steve points out, now sitting at the table with an arm wrapped around you. 

“There’s not,” Robin casts the top blueprint aside and reveals another one underneath. It’s similar in design, although this one lacks more shapes and is mostly lines. “If you’re talking exclusively about doors.”

You squint at the drawings, trying to figure out what they remind you of. “Are those…”

“Air ducts!” Dustin finishes for you, impressed with Robin’s idea.

“Safe, practical, and wouldn’t involve guns.” Turning to the girl, you nod at her and wink. “Buckley, you really keep your promises.”

Robin bows playfully. “Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room, and these air ducts,” she grabs a marker from the whiteboard and circles Scoops on the blueprints before drawing a winding line down to the hidden vault and circling it as well. “Lead all the way here.”

The four of you all look up at the vent above you, and while the idea seems like the safest option, you can’t help but wonder how horribly wrong it could go as well. You’ve never had the best luck, not when it comes to Hawkins, and the air ducts seem almost too easy of a solution to trust. 

Steve finds a screwdriver in one of the shop’s drawers and takes apart the air vent with Dustin’s help. You stand next to Robin and watch with slight weariness, unsure where to go from here. Once Steve has removed the vent, he shines a flashlight inside and winces. 

“I don’t know, guys. It’s a tight fit.”

“I can do it,” you step forward. “Can’t be that bad, right?”

Steve looks down at you from the ladder. “This feels like a trap.”

“Move, Harrington.” Once he’s off the ladder, you climb up yourself. When you look into the vent, your heart drops. It is a tight fit, there’s no way you’ll be able to crawl through it. Defeated, you climb down the ladder. “Well, shit.”

“I’ll fit.” Dustin now speaks up.

“No you will not.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “No collar bones, remember?” 

“Excuse me?” Robin has never been more confused in her life.

Steve begins to explain Dustin’s medical condition while you continue arguing with your brother. “I’m not letting you do this!”

“You got the healthy genes while I got the rare genetic condition, Y/N.” Dustin starts to climb up the ladder as you tug at his shirt to try and stop him. “Let me abuse it!”

“But–”

Steve places a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll handle this, Y/N.”

You step back, hoping that he’ll talk some sense into your brother, but to your horror he only makes things worse. Dustin starts to climb into the vent with Steve below him, but he gets stuck about halfway in. “Steve, push me!”

The teen looks at you, unsure what the right call here is. “Do I…?”

“Yeah, just push the kid.” You rub your eyes, tired. “He’s already almost in the damn air duct anyways.” 

Steve pushes at Dustin’s feet to help him move further, but he’s quickly berated. “Not my feet, dumbass. Push my ass!”

“What?” You and Steve exclaim at the same time. 

“Touch my butt, I don’t care!” Dustin’s screeching voice is muffled from the walls of the vent.

Looking at you one last time, Steve sighs heavily and places his hands on your brother’s butt and starts to shove him deeper into the air duct. He can’t believe he’s doing this right now, shoving the butt of the brother of the girl he’s in love with. You stand next to Robin, mortified of what you’re currently witnessing, endlessly ashamed of the two boys. 

The two boys argue, Dustin commanding Steve to push him harder as the teen tries his best to shove the kid, and Robin leans over to you. “Remind me, why are you into Harrington again?”

All you can do is sigh at her question, having no good answer as you watch Steve now manhandle Dustin and scream back insults at him. 

They look ridiculous. 

“Ahoy, sailors!” Someone rings the register’s bell impatiently. “All hands on deck!”

You and Robin turn to find Erica standing at the register as she repeatedly rings the bell and demands her daily free samples. You’re about to respond to her when you see Robin raise her eyebrows; it’s clear she’s thought of something. 

“Would… Erica fit in the vent?”

Your hand snatches at Robin’s arm as you pull her away from the shop’s window. “Absolutely not. We’re not getting Erica involved!”

“C’mon, Y/N. She’s small, she could easily fit–”

“She’s ten.” She’s too young. You’ve always regretted that Dustin and the party were twelve when everything began. 

You’ll be damned if you ruin another child’s life. 

But Robin doesn’t know any of this, and she ignores you as she runs to the register and recruits Erica before you can stop her. Within a minute you have a very curious Erica Sinclair climbing the ladder up to the vent as she shines a flashlight through it. 

You stand below her, helpless. 

“Yeah, I don’t know.” She climbs down after a few minutes of studying the vent’s dimensions. 

“You don’t know if you can fit?” Dustin asks. 

Erica leans against the table and studies the four of you with distaste. “Oh, I can fit. I just don’t know if I want to.”

“Are you claustrophobic?” Robin teases her, but you only feel sympathy for the girl. 

You step towards Erica, trying one last time to reason with her. “You don’t have to do this, you know. You can back down now, no one will blame you. In fact, I will give you all my allowance if you say no.”

Dustin elbows you roughly to get you to shut up, he knows what you’re trying to do. You glare at him and rub your now tender shoulder. When you look towards Steve and Robin for backup, both teens send you pleading glances similar to the ones from last night.

Once again, you’re the odd man out. 

None of this is what you want.

“I don’t have phobias,” Erica informs Robin. Then, she turns to you, “and no one tells me what to do.”

Steve crosses his arms. “Okay, well. What’s the problem?”

“The problem is, I still haven’t heard what’s in this for Erica.”

Ten minutes later, you’re sitting in a booth with the others as Steve slides Erica a freshly made sundae. 

“More fudge, please.” She requests, pleased she’s won.

Steve looks at you, already fed up with the kid, and you feel no sympathy for him. “Go on, get the girl her bribery fudge. This is what you wanted.”

He cringes at the sarcasm in your voice and knows you’re once again pissed at him. Defeated, he hangs his head low and leaves to get Erica more fudge without another word. Once he’s gone, Robin opens up her blueprints and shows the girl the air ducts. “You see this? This is the route you’re going to take.”

You sit there quietly as Dustin and Robin talk to Erica. After they’ve explained the entire plan, she mentions that this all sounds like child endangerment. You let out an exhausted chuckle. “It does, doesn’t it? Isn’t that just hilarious to think about?”

Robin tries to reassure both you and Erica. “We’ll be in radio contact with you the whole time–” 

“Ah, ah, ah!” Erica waves a finger in Robin’s face, unamused. “Child. Endangerment.”

“It’s a shame only you can see that.” You drop your head onto the table, entirely over the situation. “I mean, how can only the ten year old see how insane this is, huh?”

Dustin throws a straw at you and shushes you, annoyed with your theatrics. Clearing his throat, he turns to Erica. “We think these Russians want to do harm to our country.”

“Unconfirmed, actually.” You retort. With every passing minute, it becomes more and more evident that this really is happening, and there’s no way you can back out now; someone sane has to be there to protect everyone. Dustin and the others all seem deluded by the idea of fame and adventure, but all you want to do is keep your loved ones safe. 

“Shut up,” Dustin shoves you further away from him as he tries to win over Erica’s agreement. “Great harm. Don’t you love your country?”

“You can’t spell ‘America’ without ‘Erica’.” She takes a sip from her drink, now listening.

You lift your head up from the table and share a baffled look with Dustin, both of you going through how to spell America in your heads. Amazingly, Erica is right. You really can’t spell the word without her name. 

“Incredible,” you whisper, in complete disbelief. 

Dustin shakes his head. “Uh, yeah. Oddly, that’s–uh, totally true… So, don’t do this for us. Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man, for America – Erica.”

After your brother’s speech, Erica puts down her drink and mocks him, still not entirely sold on the whole child endangerment idea. Instead, she goes on a whole spiel about how she loves capitalism and paying people for their services while you sit there, head pounding with a headache. 

“And it seems to me,” Erica concludes with a smile, “my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So, you want my help? This USS Butterscotch better be the first of many. I’m talking free ice cream for life.”

Robin and Dustin mirror exasperated expressions on their faces, but honestly? You get a kick out of Erica recognizing her worth; she’s brilliant. Without saying anything, you lift your hand up for Erica to high five, which she happily accepts. 

“To child endangerment!” You cheer, your voice oozing sarcasm, and Erica follows suit as Robin and Dustin both slump in their seats. 

– 

It’s your idea to prep Erica for whatever she may find after crawling through the ducts. You shoved a helmet on her head and forced knee pads onto the girl, which she adamantly protested against. 

“This is excessive, even for you.”

You held up money, which promptly shut her up. “Wear the protection and do exactly as I say, or lose $5.”

After she took the money, you then held out your switchblade for her to take as well. “And use this if anything happens, alright?”

Erica had stared at you, slightly surprised. “Why do you carry knives on you?”

“Ask questions later.”

Now you’re anxiously waiting on the mall’s rooftop once more with Dustin, Steve, and Robin as you radio Erica for updates.

“You nerds in position or what?” Her voice drones through the walkie’s speaker.

“Yeah, we’re in position.” Robin confirms. The three of you have been scouting the shipment deck for the last thirty minutes, making sure all the possible Russian guards were gone. “It’s all quiet up here, so you’ve got the green light.”

You take the walkie from Robin. “But be careful, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Be careful and green light, roger that. Commence Operation Child Endangerment.”

Robin snatches the walkie back and cringes at what Erica has said. “Can we maybe not call it that?” 

“That's exactly what’s happening here.” You say with a snort. 

“Thanks for the help, Y/N.”

You give Robin a thumbs up. “Anytime.”

Erica announces that she’s in the air ducts and you feel the familiar burden of fear creep through you as she now goes quiet. Steve’s hand finds yours and he attempts to ease your discomfort as you all wait. “Erica will be fine, Y/N.”

“Yeah, totally!” Robin tries to reassure you as well, though she looks nervous too.

The minutes drag by at an agonizingly slow pace. The three of you hold your breath, waiting for Erica’s assurance that she’s safe and okay, and you pray to whatever god that’s up there to listen and keep her safe. 

If anything happens to her, it would only be your fault for not having learned your lesson sooner. 

“Alright, nerds.” You let out a breath of relief when Erica radios again, and you can feel Steve exhale as well. He’d been worried, too. “I’m there.”

“Do you see anything?” Robin asks, voice alight with excitement now. 

“Yeah, I see those boring boxes you’re so excited about.” 

“Any guards?”

Erica pauses a moment, presumably scanning for any signs of danger, before responding. “Negative.”

You breathe out again with relief. At the very least, Erica is in a safe enough location. 

However, Robin isn’t done asking questions yet. “Booby traps?”

“If I could see them, they’d be pretty shit traps, wouldn’t they?”

You grab the radio again from Robin. “Erica, have I told you that you’re my favorite child?”

“You haven’t, but I know I am,” there’s a bang over the other end of the walkie, then a loud thud followed by a grunt, before her voice comes through again. “I’m in.” Then, not even a minute later, the door to the vault begins to lift up, revealing a smug looking Erica on the other side. 

You all stare at her in awe, and she snaps her fingers at you. “Free ice cream for life.”

Steve lets out a surprised laugh and a smile crosses your face as well. Even though you’re still entirely against what’s happening, you can’t believe that the plan worked. You guys successfully broke into a Russian vault. 

That beats Demodogs any day. 

You, Steve, Robin, and Dustin climb down from the roof to get to Erica as fast as you can. When you finally join her, you risk her fury and pull her into your arms for a hug. “You’re so much braver than I was at ten.”

Erica shoves you off of her. “That doesn’t at all surprise me.” 

While you make sure she’s okay, Dustin and the others investigate the room. There’s boxes everywhere with tape all over them. Lifting one up onto a table, Steve turns to you. “Can I borrow that switchblade, Y/N?”

“She’s got it,” you point to Erica. “Talk to the kid.”

Steve frowns, having unexpected this, and, being scared of the girl, he laughs nervously. “Uh, Erica? Can I have that switchblade now?”

She rolls his eyes at him and digs through her pockets to retrieve it. “Aren’t you the man in the relationship? Why don’t you have your own pair of knives?”

You cover your mouth to try and stifle the laugh that escapes you, but it’s no use. Steve hears it and sticks his middle finger up at you before finally opening the box. Cutting through the tape, he opens the box’s flaps to find a metal storage container within them.

When Steve reaches his hand inside the box, you stop him. “Please, be careful.”

“I got this, angel.” However, he slows his movements and carefully grabs at the container’s handle. Slowly, he turns it, and it lets out a terrifying hiss as air escapes it. Removing the lid, more air comes crawling out and reveals four individual cylinders.

“Definitely not delicious noodles and sensible shoes.” You breathe out, and Steve hums in agreement.

“That’s a weird way of saying ‘you were right, Dustin’.” Your brother snarks, and you hit his shoulder to shut him up.

Meanwhile, Steve waves his hand at the four of you, motioning you to back up. “Uh, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back.”

Robin and Erica don’t hesitate to listen, but you and Dustin remain where you are. There’s a silent agreement between the two of you to not abandon Steve, he needs you. When he sees that you both haven’t listened, Steve pleads with you. “Just step back, please? I’m doing this for you guys, this could be dangerous.”

“No.” You and Dustin say at the same time. 

Steve tries to argue again, but you remain firm in your stance. “I’m not leaving you. Ever.”

His words falter at the sincerity in your voice, and he wishes it was just the two of you alone right now so that he could stroke your cheek and kiss away your concerns. He’s filled with warmth by your care for him, but just like you would never put him in danger, Steve would never put you in any danger either. 

He loves you with everything within him, he just wishes he could tell you this. 

“If you die, I die.” Dustin proudly declares, breaking Steve out of his thoughts. 

You stare at your brother, as does Steve, and together the two of you awkwardly pat the kid’s shoulder to acknowledge his sentiment. With a cough, you add, “Hendersons with Harrington.”

Steve clears his throat, overwhelmed and slightly off put by the bizarre support. “Okay, I guess.” He grabs at one of the cylinders and twists slowly, and when it unlocks, he lifts and reveals a bubbling green liquid. “What the hell?”

Robin asks what the substance is and you feel like you’ve lost your mind. You have no idea what the fuck is happening anymore. “God I hope it’s scary Kool-Aid”

As soon as the words have left your mouth, you feel rumbling beneath your feet. 

Immediately, you know you’ve fucked up.

Dustin looks up at you in alarm. “Was that just me, or did the room move?”

“Booby traps,” Erica whispers, looking scared as well.

A mechanical whirring sound infiltrates your ears as the room starts to shake again, and every part of your body screams at you to run. Something is very, very wrong. Grabbing Dustin’s hand, you start to head towards the door. “We need to leave. Now.”

“Let’s go!” Robin follows you, not needing to be told twice, and grabs one of the vials of liquid as she does so. 

“Which one is the button, Erica?” Dustin asks, fingers hovering over the control panel’s buttons after pressing one failed.

“Just press the damn button, nerd.”

You turn to her, panic rising. “He is, but nothing’s happening.”

“Press ‘open door’.”

Dustin presses the button again but still, nothing happens. Frantic to escape the room now, you shove him aside and try yourself. Your fingers press roughly against it, but still the doors won’t budge. 

Steve joins, sliding next to you as he starts to try pressing the buttons. “Here, press the other button.”

You slap his hand. You’re overwhelmed and scared and anxious and he’s five seconds away from losing an eye. “I already did that!”

Dustin starts to argue with Steve now and they push you back, repeatedly hitting whatever they can touch, as Robin and Erica shout their own useless and unneeded advice that is helping absolutely no one. You stand behind the boys, hands pressed against your head as you start to hyperventilate with panic.

Then, walls come slamming down on all sides of the room, effectively kick starting your panic attack. The lights begin to flicker as the room suddenly drops. Your stomach lurches into your throat as you’re thrown downward, and instinctively you grab for Dustin in your panic as Steve grabs for you. 

Everyone screams as you plunge into the darkness.

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hii! i would like to request a kate martin x reader fic with an age gap (kate being older). the plot could be abt whatever u want im js dying for older!kate x reader 🙏🏾

ofc! love this idea, thanks anon xo ____________________________________________________

Kate Martin as an older gf headcannons

younger!r x older kate martin

warnings: none!

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-> She's a senior and you're a sophomore

-> She often teases you about your age, though there isn't really that much difference.

"Hey baby, you ready to go?" Kate asks, kissing your forehead as you smile up at her. She stifles a laugh while you pick up your stuff and pack it away, getting ready to leave.

"What is it now, Martin?"

"Get it? Baby? Cause you're so young and you're like my little baby!" Kate throws her head back laughing as you groan, hauling your bag over your shoulder as you begin to leave the library.

"You know, if I'm a baby, that makes you a big fat pedo" you tell her as you spin around. She chuckles softly as she wraps an arm around your shoulder, shaking her head.

"Only you would call me a pedo after I made you see stars last night" she whispers in your ear as you both laugh, leaving the library.

-> She loves driving you everywhere and picking you up. She especially loves when you and the girls need a ride to girls' night. You're definitely her passenger princess, no matter what.

-> Loves taking care of you

-> 100% does whatever you tell her to, even though she's older.

"Hey ma can you please fill up my waterbottle?" You groan from the bed.

"Noo do it yourself, I always do it." She pouts back at you.

You lower your bottle and sit up in bed, raising an eyebrow at her.

She flushes as she mumbles and grabs the waterbottle from your hands, filling it up for you anyways. She returns quickly, your bottle filled with cold water and ice.

"Thank you babyy" You flash her a smile as she crawls into the bed with you.

"Yeah yeah whatever"

You both laugh as she cuddles into you.

-> Her friends and teammates tease her when she comes into practice with marks on her neck and body.

She's standing in the change room getting changed for practice when Jada walks in and laughs at her.

"What?" Kate looks at her, confused.

Jada points at her neck and stomach as she continues to stifle her laughter. Kate looks down and notices the purple hickies littering her body. She smirks and shrugs as Caitlin and Gabbie walk in.

"What can I say? My girls a pro" She announces to them proudly, knowing they'd never say a thing to anyone else.

They all laugh at her, nicknaming her "sub" for the rest of the week, giving the sporty phrase a new meaning.

-> Lets you use her little baby blanket when you want to, or when she's not using it. She loves just laying it over the top of you guys before you go to sleep, or wrapping it over you under the blankets as she cuddles you.

-> Secretly loves being older; also loves the idea of being bigger and stronger than you and being able to protect you if ever needed.

-> Thinks she has her own "spidey senses"

You got really bored one day while Kate was at practice and decided to attempt origami. You pull up a YouTube tutorial on a flower and less than 10 minutes in, got a papercut.

"Fuck" You groan, quickly sticking your finger in your mouth to stop the bleeding.

Just as you pull your finger away to examine it, your phone rings. Kate. You pick up and immediately hear her voice.

"Baby are you okay? I just got a feeling to call you and check on you."

You laugh at her words.

"Yes angel, just a papercut"

"Oh" You hear her audibly sigh, relieved it wasn't serious.

"Are you okay though?" She asks again.

"Yeah, of course"

"Okay good. I gotta go, Lisa's yelling at me. If something else happens- call me. Actually no, my spidey tingles will pick it up"

-> Literally worships the ground you walk on, adores everything you say and do. You're it for her.

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Love this request, I hope I did okay!

Keep the requests coming, I'm slowly working through them xx

[mhahaikyuus]

You're back

wc:; 1.6k

tags:; angst to fluff, izuku x reader, aftermath of a fight, domestic izuku x reader, established relationship, pro-hero Izuku, very fluffy end

a/n: hope you guys enjoy. reblogs appreciated.

You’re breaking his heart with one sentence and sad eyes. 

“I don’t want to talk to you.” 

“Can you just look at me.” Izuku said desperate trying to catch your eyes. 

You avoided his eyes looking down with teary eyes and wobbly lips. 

“I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.” He said watching as you turned into yourself trying to be as small as possible. 

“I never-never-God I didn’t mean it I was mad.” His stomach turning and eyes watering at his mistake. Taking a stressful day out on you. 

You nodded your head just wanting to leave. Unable to, your green haired boyfriend earlier picking you up and driving you to his house. 

“I understand…I’m going home.” You whispered. 

“Okay I’ll drive you.” Izuku said. Going to grab his keys. Driving you home he could get you food and have you in a close space. 

Begging you for a kiss and forgiveness and you would roll your eyes before kissing him back. He could fix things, he could make you remember how much he loved you.  

“ Im walking.” You said weakly watching the sunset from his window reaching for your bag on the floor.  

Izuku felt his heart drop. 

You wouldn’t even be in the same car as him? 

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry. I-I…I get that you’re upset but it’s getting dark please let me take you home.” 

You shook your head, meaning what you said. 

Walking out the door he deflated. Izuku knew following you home would anger you more. 

You walked home as he checked your location breathing a sigh of relief at you making it home. 

He cried like a baby wondering how he had screwed up so badly. What if you never wanted to speak to him again? He wouldn’t blame you but it would destroy him. 

The look on your face as he begged you to talk to him crushed his spirit.

You needed time. You loved Izuku more than anything but you needed space from him. Time to heal from what he had said to you. 

While Izuku was breaking apart with each passing second. You were trying to piece yourself back together. 

It had been about a week of your break. Izuku wasn’t sleeping or eating and not going to the gym. Barely making through the numerous patrols and meetings. 

You left Sunday night and didn’t come back to the apartment til Friday night. He had taken all overnight shifts, not being able to stay in the apartment without you there. The smell of you on the comforter made him nauseous. Only thinking if you never came back that would be the last thing left for him. 

Entering your shared apartment you pulled off your shoes, and let down your hair. Noticing the apartment looked exactly the same. 

The bowl you ate a snack in before the fight still in the sink, the couch still covered in a laundry session. The apartment was completely dark and untouched. 

Sleeping in an empty bed you fell asleep fast happy to be out of a hotel room. Not hearing your exhausted boyfriend come in at 5am from a long shift. Finally coming back to the apartment after so long away. Izuku couldn’t spend another night on his office couch. He needed to smell your pillow and cry. He took off his shoes and paused at the differences in the apartment from when he had left it. 

Your keys in the bowl by the door, the lamp in the living room on, your bag and jacket placed in the living room and the A/C running. 

You came back. 

You were home. 

He rushed down the hallway to see your figure buried under blankets on your side softly sleeping. 

Izuku broke down in tears. Unzipping his hero suit to be only in his boxers. 

He climbed into bed tugging you into him. Tears wetting his face and the top of your head. You let out a small groan still deep in REM cycle but cuddled into your boyfriend and his strong chest. 

“You came back to me.” He whispered almost crushing you in his grasp not wanting to let go. 

You woke up a couple hours later around 10am to your ribs unable to expand to their fullest making it hard to take a full breath. Squinting your sensitive eyes you recognized wild green tuffs of hair buried in your neck and his buff heavy body laying on top of you. 

Bringing a hand up you begin to rub his scalp. 

He groaned before tightening his hold on you. 

“You’re back.” He whispered 

Nodding your head you tried to move from his hold. 

“Im hungry,” You grumbled trying to loosen his grip and slip from underneath him. 

“Okay.” He said pulling his head from your neck. Sitting up on his knees and picking you up from your arms. 

“Oh- my.” You gasped at him lifting you easily and carrying you to the kitchen. His big body able to hold you at the waist and stride into the kitchen. 

“I can walk.” You said holding onto his neck trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes

“I know you can. I don’t want to be away from you.” Izuku said in his gravely deep morning voice sitting on the kitchen chair. Sitting on his lap facing him in the chair. You leaned forward your forehead on his shoulder. 

“Can I get up or are you going to hold me down.” You asked after a couple beats of silence as he rubbed your back. 

He nodded but the second you got up you had a shadow following you. Izuku following you like a lost puppy. 

Standing at the stove you felt him leaning into your back. 

“What do you want for breakfast?” You asked looking up at him. 

“Im not hungry.” He said with hand holding the back of your shirt with his thick fingers. Like a child gripping the back of your shirt. As though he was afraid you were going to disappear.

But he was lying. 

Your boyfriend could eat 3x the average man with his regime and routine as a pro hero. What you didn't know that in your absence your man had lost his appetite for food and hadn't been eating.

You hummed at his answer still pulling out food from the fridge. 

“Do you need help?” He asked shyly as though he was afraid to upset you as you started.

“No Im okay.” You said stirring in the pan 

He hovered by you the entire time you cooked. When you finished cooking the obscene amount of food for both of you, you began to plate the breakfast. 

Izuku let go of your shirt to grab your favorite mug and fill up your drink. 

You sat down and nudged his plate to him even if he said he wasn’t hungry. 

He hesitated at the pile of food you had just made for him. 

Not that he wasn’t hungry. He was starving.

Not that he didn’t want to eat your cooking. Trying to figure out how to apologize for what he had done. 

He missed you so badly his chest physically ached with every breath. Now you were back in his arms with the same warm smile you only had for him and back in your shared apartment. Trying to fix what he had broken because you loved him that much. 

“You made me breakfast.” He said in a small voice 

“Yea.” You said taking a sip of your steaming drink

“You made me breakfast…thank you” He said placing his head in your neck. You gently rubbed his nape as he held onto you hand coming back for your shirt.  

“I’m sorry for hurting you. I missed you…so much” Izuku mumbled gripping your shirt pulling you closer to him dragging your chair closer to his. 

“I know, I know. I needed time. But I still love you okay? Im not going anywhere.” You reassured him knowing he was hurt. 

He nodded into your chest. 

“Come here.” He said pulling you into him now sitting on his lap again. You both sat there in silence staring into each other’s faces. Rubbing your thumb against his cheek just how he liked. 

Initiating the kiss he had been desperate for all week. 

Slipping a bit of tongue into your lover’s mouth, he sighed in relief. You still loved him, still kissed him like you always did.

“Eat, its going cold.” You said and he nodded as you wiped his face for him. 

You sat in his lap drinking your warm drink as he ate the mountain of food you had prepared for him. Taking what you didn’t finish from your own plate. 

Sitting in his lap enjoying your drink when you felt your shoulder become wet. 

Your boyfriend was sniffling with wobbly lips and running eyes. 

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying baby?” You said gently wiping his face as he cried.

“I’m sorry. I hurt you and you still came back and now i’m eating your breakfast. I don’t deserve you. I didn’t think you would come back.” 

“You made a mistake, and I know you are sorry. Stop apologizing. I just needed time okay? I still love you so much.” You said gently running your hands through his thick curly green hair. 

He nodded and you stretched his cheeks to make him laugh. 

“There’s that cute smile.” 

“I missed you.” He said with wet freckled cheeks sniffling 

You leaned up and gently bit his cute freckled cheek. 

“Did you miss my bites?” You asked soothing his pink skin with a light peck. 

He nodded, “I love your bite marks.” 

“Good because you’re going to be covered in them by tomorrow.” Kissing his face as he happily took whatever affection you offered him. His large arms wrapped around your body never wanting to leave you. 

[anastasiabowe]

I hope this isn't too much, but, can you write about JJK (Nanamin Toji and Choso) men and how they have a plus size girlfriend, and can you make it nsfw? It's ok if you can't! Happy Belated valentines day!💖💖

𝙏𝙤𝙤 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙚 - JJK men with plus size reader!

note: I loved writing this so much, this is one of my favorite requests! Also I'm making my way through requests for real this time💀

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨:

♡ 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞 - The Admirer

Not another day goes by without Nanami being infatuated with you. Nanami always stops dead in his tracks when he sees you every morning dragging your feet into the kitchen, lazily smiling at him as you wiped the sleep from your eyes. He always puts whatever he was doing or eating down so he can get up and help wake you up with kisses and coffee breath.

Nanami never found anything wrong with you whenever you looked unhappy at yourself. He usually asks you what's the matter and gets shocked every time you mumble out "I'm fat." It hurts him every time you say that, knowing saying it seals it deeper into your head, making it a reality. Nanami never knew what to say when you say that but the usual "you're not fat, you're beautiful!" Which he too knows is getting old. Nanami knew nothing he said would completely erase the idea from your head since he himself is quite fit and muscular. But, he does know one way as to which helps you temporarily forget.

"Not there, Ngh! I'm sensitive there!" You squeal when he is laying on you, softly sucking on your tits. You guys didn't have much time, but he knew how to get you going fast.

"just relax baby, you know this feels good." His deep voice rung in your ears as he slowly brought his hand down to your cunt slipping it under your dress. "You're so beautiful Y/n, especially like this. You make me insane for you, absolutely psycho." He groans as he felt how wet you were. Your lips were red and wet from you biting on them. Everything felt so good, and there was nothing you wanted more than to be like this.

Nanami took his time, even though you guys had a dinner to attend, he had to slowly bring you to your high so it could crash down in the ultimate euphoric finish. He knew you were close by the increase of you squirming and pushing his shoulder with your hand so he could give your boobs a break.

"Uh uh, move your hands." He lowly commanded as his fingers inserted into you. You let out a moan gripping the back of Nanamin's head pushing him deeper into your chest.

"I-im cumming! Don't stop Kento, please don't stop!" You begged as he sped everything up. His tongue flicked your reddened nipples and his thumb circled your clit at the same time as his fingers fucked you finally pushing you over into a coma.

You let out a choked moan and Nanami chuckled as he helped you ride out your orgasm, taking his fingers from your cunt and and licked/sucked them clean.

"So fucking beautiful, fuck, it hurts just to look at you so cute and perfect for me. Too perfect for me."

♡ 𝙏𝙤𝙟𝙞 - The Fondler

Always touching you somewhere. You used to think that maybe he genuinely didn't realize how touchy he was, but you soon realized that he knows what he's doing. You guys could be simply watching a movie on a 4 seat couch, and out of those 4 seats, only 2 were taken. He would be either pulling you as close as you could into him, if he'd be laying on you.

He seemed like the type to hate clingy girls but he's the clingy one in the relationship! I mean everywhere you go, he's maybe 3 inches away, body touching yours, and hands gripping somewhere, and what I mean by somewhere, it's ass, tits, or thighs. You guys would be in Walmart and he'd have his hand in your back pant pocket, every once and a while squeezing your ass cheek. You guys could be driving home, his hand obviously on your thighs, or you could be simply reading a book in bed, and he'd be laying over you, one hand on your tits and the other holding his phone as he scrolled or watched something.

"Fucking love this ass, but you already know that though." Toji chuckled as his hips and your ass collided every 2 seconds. He loved how your ass rippled when you both made contact. He loved how he could grip you hips and squeeze the flesh on them, giving him the perfect handles to fuck you into oblivion. He knows that no matter how much he loves you and your body you will always find some reason to fucking hate yourself.

All through this fuck session, he keeps finding more things that you had said throughout the day about how much you hated your tummy, hated how wide you looked, hated your thighs and how they rubbed against each other, how much you hated how your feet hurt all the damn time. He never hated any of those, he never hated you, he never disliked any part of you, actually, how could he? You were so fine in so many different ways that even he himself gets surprised by, but he shouldn't because you are ethereal.

"Can't. Fucking. Get. Enough. Of. You." Toji said breathlessly as he now had you in the mating press. His hard chest against your soft tits felt so amazing in a weird way to him. Having your cute face so close, and your thighs wrapped around him had him cumming faster than usual.

"Sh-shit baby, I'm gonna cu-" he groaned loudly as he finished inside of you. You giggled, shocked he came this quick, but also turned on by how hot he was.

He didn't realize how much you turned him on until he really started thinking about it. Shit, now he's gonna have to work on not cumming so fast just thinking about you.

♡ 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 - The Overachiever

Choso always felt like he had something to prove with you, but definitely not in a bad way. He genuinely thinks you are way out of his league. Anything you complained about, he'd be there to do it better and more efficiently. If your feet hurt, he'd give you a whole massage AND he'd wash your feet. If you didn't like how the food tasted from a fast food restaurant, he'd go back and order a new meal telling them exactly what to do and how to do it better. He wanted to praise you, wanted to be there at your every need and desire. And when I mean every need and desire, I mean every need and desire.

Choso would do everything in his power to let you know how much he loved you. If you complained about anything you didn't like about yourself, that'd be everything he worshiped until you thought differently.

So when you complained about how your tummy couldn't fit into your jeans, he'd fuck you and fondle and praise how much he loved your tummy, "Fuck, I fucking love your tummy so fucking much, love it so much I wanna see it full with my baby, fuck imagine having my baby, oh that'd be so fucking hot." Even though you knew what he was doing and how it might be corny sometimes, it still made you love yourself so much more.

On that matter, if you weighed yourself and complained how you gained a few pounds, he will strictly fuck you by either carrying you or having you sit on his face, his favorite was the latter.

"Cho baby, I can't!" You whispered as he tried to tug you down on his face.

"Yes you can, and you will. Sit on my fucking face." His usual soft and cute demeanor was shifted into a dominant commanding demeanor. You only held yourself up by the help of the headboard, not even trying to lower yourself, afraid you might hurt him.

"Chooo, I don't wanna hurt you, please can we do something else?" You cried out. You did deep down wanted to sit on his face and have him ruin you, but it'd be so embarrassing if he'd tap your leg because he felt like you were crushing him. Choso only sighed and forcefully pulled you down catching you off gaurd. His arms locked around the base of your thighs, securing you onto his face. He even pushed his face up into your cunt to get deeper. You let out a moan as you felt him instantly sucking on your clit.

"F-fuck Cho, feels so good!" He chuckled sending vibrations straight to your core. His fingers dug into your thighs as his eyes rolled back. Your hand found its way to Choso's dick, you leaned back a little and started pumping his rock hard dick. You began to feel confident that he was okay, and you could finally relax, which Choso was so happy you did. You tasted so amazing, and he felt so amazing tasting yummy, and you touching him. Soon Choso came, and you right after. Your body shook as he continued to hold you down on his face, overstimulating you both.

Choso finally released his grip, letting you get off of his face and lay beside him. He had a cute smile on his face and looked so out of it. You laughed and he looked over at you. "We need to do this more often."

[diejager]

Im going in hell

So like, i was reading ur yandere kind of brother!Ghost x little!sister!reader series and i was wondering:

How would he act around the house if he was living with her? How would he be with sister!reader in public vs in private? And how does he act with her after what happened in the nsfw sequel?

I HAD TO ASK COME ON, YOU LEFT US HANGING 🥲

Secret Cw: INCEST, DARK FIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, smut, possessiveness, protective!Ghost, unprotected sex, PinV, fingering, tell me if I missed any.

You liked your privacy, you kept what little of love you had left behind closed doors, keeping your affection between the four walls of your house where you didn’t have to wear a mask to protect yourselves. Despite Ghost having a reputation to fear, deemed intimidating and threatening, he wasn’t shy of showering you with affection, a shadowy figure that loomed behind you protectively.

Your semblance of normalcy and intimacy were awkward —odd in some occasions. Something usual for you could’ve been something different or even disgusting to others, every hand and touch Ghost put on your seemed akin to a romantic one to the world, but to you two, it was your way of comforting the other, a soothing and grounding hand that would do anything to show the other that you cared, that you were here, that you were alive.

Price knew your backgrounds, he knew the things that happened to Ghost during those harsh days under Roba’s torture and your tendency of letting Ghost do whatever he wanted with you just to feel closer to him. Price might know that it was wrong, but he couldn’t do anything, only talk to both of you about some issues brought up by other members.

Despite having your own reservation about how physical Simon was in public, you couldn’t tell him no when he locked you both in your room, plunged in the pitch darkness of your dreary minds. In privacy, Simon takes off his mask, putting down the facade he built to protect himself, he’d touch you, hold you, press his lips on you and press himself against you. Simon was warm and chatty, telling you how you made him feel, you were his safety, his life, his spark, you drove him to continue on with this sad life of his.

Although you had a bed of your own, Simon made you sleep in his, hands wandering over your shoulder and back, dipping down the curve of your hips and the swell of your ass, cupping them firmly as if it were an attempt to ground himself in the moment. He was your comfort, so how could you tell him no? Perhaps it was a deluded way of thinking; perhaps it was the fear of being alone; perhaps Simon’s paranoia finally got to you, infecting your mind with his nightly terror.

His hands would dip under your waistband, blunt nails digging into the fat of your ass and slipping between your legs. Simon was slow and caring, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he spread you open on his fingers. He has you mewling, clinging onto him as you ride out your orgasm, feeling his thick fingers pump in and out of you with loud, wet squelches.

“That’s it,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to the corner of yours, tongue lapping at your tears, “Don’t cry, (Name), please- I’ll take care of you, yeah?”

He pushed himself in, the burning head of his cock dipping into your heat, crossing a line you once thought you couldn’t cross. Simon was big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, the stretch hurt - it wasn’t comfortable or delicious, it was painfully uncomfortable and anxiety-inducing - but you couldn’t help but moan, feeling his fill you up with a low groan. It hurt, both emotionally and physically, to be ravaged by your brother in his bed, unable to tell him no.

He was tender, slowly easing himself in and out, letting you adjust to his girth until he felt you clench around him. Once he was sure - in his sick and twisted mind - that you wouldn’t wince when he pulled out, he rolled his nips, snapping forward to drive his cock in. You held him as tightly as he held you, hands grasping his shoulders while he gripped your hips, legs hanging over his thighs and forehead pressed against his. He groaned out praises, brown eyes narrowed lovingly, peppering your face with kisses and sweet, disarming words.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he shuddered, eyes dazed, tears kissing the edge of his lashes before the dropped, rolling down your wet cheeks.

His body shook, wracked with tremors, breath coming out short and panting, pace erratic and hips rocking frantically. He pulled out, jerking his cock with soft moans, painting your stomach with white cum, standing out on your scarred skin. Knowing you hadn’t come, he reached down, thumb rolling your pulsing numb, watching you squirm and arch your back, walls spamming around his fingers as you reached your high.

“There you go, ” Simon whispered, wiping away his filth from chest and cradling you in his arms, softly cooing at your laboured breaths, “I love you.”

[spheixrie]

HOW THEY WOULD MAKE YOUR KIDS GO TO BED (pt. 1?)

So like you're always the one to take the kids to bed right? Since your husband always comes home late since he's busy with hero work. So now you go out with the girls for a girls night, you leave your husband and your kid/s at home and tell your husband to get the kids to sleep by 8:30 (since sleep is important HAHXHAHAHAHAH) anyways you leave your child in the hands of your husband, not knowing what kind of shit they been through while you were gone..

Ft: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero

IZUKU MIDORIYA

He tries to get the kid to bed and fails miserably. He couldnt handle that little pouty face and those big puppy eyes.

"Mommy said to go to bed by 8:30 didn't she? Well look at the time honey it's 8:30" Izuku says as he tries to calm your kid down.

"NO! I DONT WANNA! I DONT WANNA!" Your kid shouts back as a reply and sticks out their tongue at your husband. "I just wanna stay up and watch All Might!"

Izuku sighs and tries again "Come on baby.. Mommy's gonna be mad at me if you dont sleep right now, we can watch tomorrow yeah?"

Cue the puppy dog eyes. "Please?" Kid bats their eyelashes at your man and he completely loses it.

You come home at around 11:47 and you find your husband and your kid on the couch dressed up in All Might onesies as an All Might video played on the screen.

"Couldn't get them to sleep?" You chuckle as you take off your coat.

"I am so sorry honey" Izuku sighs with a defeated tone "They gave me a hard time"

You just laugh softly and walk over to them, planting a kiss on your husband's cheek "Now you know what I go through while you're at work" you sit down beside them as your child offers you a bowl of popcorn. "Want some, Mommy?" they say as they beam at you. You laugh and ruffle their hair "Dont think that you arent in trouble for staying late, honey"

"But mommm, this is the only time i get to spend time with dad, just us two" They plead as they give a pouty face. You sigh and smile, "I guess you're right" you look at Izuku as he gives you a big thumbs up. You shrug "I guess I can let this slide" You smile. "YAYYYY!!" your child exclaims as you pull you child and husband for a hug. "Thanks honey" Izuku whispers at you, giving you a kiss on the lips.

"Daddd" you kid averts their eyes. "EWWWW!!" he shouts as you and Izuku laughs.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

Man is having a hard time getting this kid to bed. Since this dude has a sleep schedule of a grandpa, bro's shouting at his kid to get tf to sleep or else he's gonna blow their face up. Ofcourse the kid counters his attacks with the same stubborn attitude until you come home and find them in the kid's bedroom.

"GO TO SLEEP YOU BRAT!" Katsuki shouts. "HELL NO OLD MAN! I AINT GONNA LISTEN TO YOU AND YOUR STUPID SLEEP SCHEDULE!" Your kid fights back.

"MOM LETS ME STAY LATER THAN THIS TIME!"

"WELL I AINT YOUR MOM SO SUCK IT AND GET YOUR ASS TO SLEEP!"

"NO! YOU SUCK IT AND SWALLOW! IM NOT LISTENING TO YOU!"

"YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME?"

"YEAH THAT'S HOW A CONVERSATION WORKS!"

"WHY YOU LITTLE PIECE OF-"

And they go on and on for hours until the neighbors call you about the noise and you have no choice to go home. You mutter angrily as you drive home. You throw your shoes on the shoe rack and drop your coat off on the couch, marching angrily towards the kid's room. When you opened the door you were not expecting to see them on the bed asleep, your kid on Katsuki's chest as he held an arm around them. On the floor was a pile of board games and book. You sigh and smile softly at the sight, walking towards the edge of the bed Katsuki stirs in his sleep, he blinks his eyes and his gaze fixes upon you.

"Oh, hey baby" He sits up, careful not to wake up your kid. "You're home early"

"I sure am" You chuckle as you kneel down and pick up the boxes of games and books off the floor. "The neighbors told them they heard a commotion, inside our home" You look up at him with tired eyes.

Katsuki sits up and sets your kid on the bed "Sorry 'bout that, baby.. Kid wasn't listening to a word I said.." He says scratching his neck. "I shoulda tried a more different approach than yelling eh?"

"It's fine, babe" You stand up and kiss your husband's cheek. You set the games and books on the nightstand and lean into his ear "But you owe me for ruining my night out"

Katsuki takes your hand and looks you in the eye "I think I sure do" He smirks.

SHOTO TODOROKI

He does try to get the kid to sleep, but the kid is too stubborn. He doesn't want to be like his dad towards his kid, so he does the only logical thing that comes into his mind. He just lets them do what ever.

"You need to sleep now, your mom told me that you need to sleep by this time" Shoto says to his kid who he has already tucked comfortably in bed.

His kid just pouts "But daddd, I wanna stay up late. Mommy rarely makes me stay up late! Plus, it's just us" your child kicks off their blanket and scooches closer to your husband. "I wanna spend time with you daddy! You're always busy at work, I wanna spend time with you" You kid smiles happily and Shoto just crumbles.

"Alright... but don't tell your mom"

"YES!"

You come home to them in the living room playong tea house with a cartoon playing on the tv. Stuffed toys (all having bows and other assorted accessories) were seated all around them. Shoto was dressed up in one of your dresses with his hair done. He was holding up a tea cup while your child was pouring non existent tea into it. You smile at the sight

"What happened to "asleep by 8:30?" " You chuckle as you walked towards them.

Shoto just shrugged before drinking his non existent tea and holds his tea cup for his child to refill it, "I couldn't say no to that face, plus it's non everyday I get to spend time with them like this, I wanna give them the childhood they deserve. I dont want them growing up like me" He says as he looks at you apologetically. "Sorry"

You laugh softly as you sit beside him, giving him a kiss on the cheek "Dont apologize honey, Im glad you're doing this for our baby. You can stay up for as long as you like, just dont blame me if you're both cranky in the morning"

"YAYYYYY!" you child exclaims as they jump up and down happily

Shoto chuckles and gives you a soft kiss "Thank you, honey"

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

He tries to be the bad cop at first, getting your kid to bed and all, but then your kid starts to throw a tantrum saying they dont want to sleep yet. Your husband keeps on insisting that they have to listen and sleep, but then you kid pulls put the fucking puppy eyes on your husband and he completely loses.

"Come on, pebble! Didn't mommy say that bed time is 8:30? Look at the time! It's time to sleep!" Eijirou says enthusiastically, trying to get your toddler to sleep.

Instead they stick out their tongue and throw a tantrum. "No! I dont wanna! I dont wanna!"

"Hey dont shout at me! I already gave you ice cream after dinner even though im not supposed to! You better listen or I am not holding back" Eijirou says trying to make your kid go to sleep.

"No!" your kid pouts. "I do not want to sleep yet!" They look at Eijirou with puppy eyes. "Please, please, pleaseeee, daddy?" cue the eyelash batting

Eijirou fucking Kirishima on the other hand, loses it, COMPLETELY.

You unlock the front door and hear noise coming from the kid's bedroom. You walk towards it and open the door. Your kid and husband was sound asleep pn the bed... or so they thought they had you fooled. Scattered on the floor were action figures and dolls, and on Eijirou's head was a little bow headband. They pretended to snore noisily and you saw your kid peeking to see if you left, then went back to snoring.

You sniffle a laughter as you walk towards them and drape a blanket on top of them.

"Oh wow I guess they did a good job of going to bed eh?" You say loudly and start walking to the door. "Well too bad, they wont get to have those nuggets and fries I brought" You say loudly.

"FRIES?!" Both of them jumps out of bed and looks at you expectantly. You raise a brow and puts your hands to your hips.

"You really think im that dumb to fall for your so called trick?" You ask with a disappointed look on your face.

Eijirou laughs and rubs the back of his neck "Sorry baby... It was hard saying no to that face"

You roll your eyes and laughs "Now you know what i go through"

Eijirou laughs too "Yeah.. Do we still get to eat those nuggets though?" He asks hopefully.

"Oh the nuggets? Yeah that was a trick" You smirk as dread washes over their faces "Yeah it was a trick, now go to sleep, both of you, or im not cooking nuggets for breakfast"

DENKI KAMINARI

My man Denki here is actually a pretty chill dad, and his kids would do anything he says... if he does something for them first. He actually does a pretty decent job in getting them to sleep, sure he had a couple pf teensy weensy condition but atleast he got them to sleep... at maybe 11:30.

"Hey theree, so like, I know it's not cool to sleep at this hour but like, Im kinda scared of your mommy so if you kids love your daddy, please go to sleep I'm begging you" He says as you toddler is already tucked in bed.

Your kid just shrugs and says "Okay"

Denki, bless his ass, is very very confused "Wait really?"

"Yes, dad" Your toddler nods

"Huh, that was.. pretty easy? Uh so, goodnight hon" He says and kisses your kid on the forehead.

Your toddler smirks and pulls up the big fucking puppy eyes "But before I sleep... can i have one eensy weensy favour?"

Denki you prick

You come home to see the lights in the living room out. Okay that's nice, that means Denki actually got the kid to sleep. You walked toward the room and peek through the door, you smile at the sight. There you see Denki and your baby wrapped in blankets as Denki reads your kid, who was already asleep, a bed time story.

You walk in when he finishes reading and closes the book.

"You did a pretty great job eh?" You say as you kiss your husband on the forehead. "Wasnt to hard eh?"

Denki nods tiredly "Yeah you could say that" He smiles softly.

"Thank you baby, im gonna freshen up" With that, you walk outside, leaving Denki to tuck your toddler in for the night. Little did you know that to get your kid to sleep involved 2 tubes of ice cream, 3 rounds of Mario Cart, 5 Mickey Mouse episodes and 1 fairytale story. Yeah Denki was definitely sleeping for a long time.

SERO HANTA

He's also a chill dad, but when his kid says they don't wanna sleep, it's always 20% 'no, go to bed' and 80% 'sure do whatever, go apeshit'. And oh boy do things get tricky.

"Look, chubbs. Mommy said bed time is 8:30. And it's already, 8:30. So come on you need to sleep" Sero says to your child who was watching a cartoon movie.

Instead they stick out their tongue "No! I wanna finish this movie!" they bat their eyelashes and give Sero the puppy eyes "Pleaseee, dad?"

Sero blinks "Uh sure go ahead" He says sitting beside you kid with a lazy grin on his face.

Your kid, confused, just blinks "Uh, wait, really?" they look at him expectantly

Sero just shrugs and takes a handful of popcorn from the bowl "Yeah sure, I aint scared of your mom, plus it's mot everyday we get to do this sooo, go crazy" he grins and takes another handful of popcorn and pops it in his mouth.

6 movies and 1 cry-a-thon later

You open the door and walk into the living room to see Sero watching a movie with your kid laying on his lap, a blanket draped over them.

Sero looks at you and closes the tv. "Hey mi amor, how was you night out?"

You look at your kid and your husband "Did you let them stay up late?"

Sero just shrugs "Yeah, sorry bout' that. But it's not everyday they get to do this with me y'know?" He smiles at you and you just scoff.

"You're lucky I love you" You say.

He sets his kid on the couch and stands up, he walks over to you and kisses you on the cheek "Love ya too babe"

• • •

"How many movies did you watch?"

".... Maybe 5 or 6?.."

• • •

"Okay, you're sleeping in the living room tonight, Sero"

"Aw man"

THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY BABES. IM THINKING OF MAKING A PART TWO WITH THE OTHER BNHA BOYS SO COMMENT IF YOU'D WANT TO SEE MORE. THANK U FOR READING!!



[strwberri-milk]

Midnight Blues

Rafayel x Reader || Mild Insomnia, Comfort || 1 184 words

a/n: my toxic trait is pretending im a singer and compiling songs into albums and naming them and midnight blue is the name of the hypothetical album that encapsulates falling in love with rafayel and i guess i could make a playlist bc thats the normal thing to do but i just name fanficitions after them ig. also this is based off his treasure secret time - idgaf about the mensturation i only care about the fact that hums your ass to rest and the lore drop that is rafayel calling you at night when the two of you first start met bc it would help you sleep

You can hardly remember what nights were like before without the sound of his voice in your ears.

You sigh as you sink into your bed, staring up at the ceiling after doing another quick lap around the house to try and tire yourself out. Your body is tired, you know it is. You just wish that you could sleep, not at all excited about the prospect of having to go to work tomorrow after being unable to sleep all night.

You’re about to start your nightly routine of tossing and turning when your phone suddenly starts to ring. A smile makes its way onto your face as you recognise the caller ID, putting your phone against your ear and humming lightly to alert the other side to your presence.

“You’re still awake, huh?” Rafayel’s teasing tone asks through the phone. The two haven’t known each other long but that didn’t seem to bother Rafayel in the slightest.

“Yeah,” you sigh, putting your phone on speaker next to you on the pillow.

All it took was falling asleep one time in a conversation with him for Rafayel to pounce on that and decide to take advantage of it. You swore up and down that it was a mistake, that it wasn’t because of Rafayel that you fell asleep but deep down you know that something about that silky smooth timbre of his voice made your worries go away. You’d never slept so soundly, mortified at the teasing text that he sent you when you read it in the morning.

However, you had to admit defeat and let the man do whatever he wanted. Even before you met him it was clear that Rafayel didn’t care much for whatever the people around him want. He does as he pleases and now, it seems that he’s convinced you won’t sleep without him talking to you.

“If you wanted me to call you all you had to do was ask,” he says after a while, letting you get settled in bed.

“I’m grown. I can take care of myself,” you reply, Rafayel imagining a slight pout on your features as you did so.

“Ah, I see. So you don’t need me to talk you to sleep then? I’ll hang up then.”

“Wait!” you shout quickly, shooting out of bed and grabbing your phone.

“Don’t…don’t go. Please?”

“Begging now? I guess if you’re that desperate for my company I’ll give it to you.”

You can hear how smug he is, rolling your eyes at how obvious his tells are. You wonder how Thomas hasn’t figured him out yet – Rafayel isn’t nearly as sneaky as he seems to think he is.

“Are you driving?” you ask after a second, settled back into bed again and listening carefully to his end of the call.

“I’m heading back from an exhibition. I could have booked a hotel but I didn’t feel like staying the night there so I’m making the long drive home. I called you to see if you’d keep me company.”

You tug your blankets around yourself, losing yourself in their warmth as you yawn. The exhaustion begins to sit on your shoulders again but this time, it feels more manageable. His voice swims around your head as he starts rambling about the exhibition. You’re glad to hear that it went off without a hitch, having declined his invitation yourself due to a more urgent task of the day.

“Are you even listening to me?” he asks, bringing your attention back to him.

“Hmm? Yeah, sellers bullying you, people hitting on you, same old same old,” you mumble, burying yourself further into your bed.

“If you didn’t like it that much, why didn’t you just make something up to get out of it?”

“I couldn’t bail on Thomas again. I felt bad for him constantly fielding off journalists and this show was supposedly a big deal so I decided to do him a favour. Plus, I blew off all the shows so far this month so I might as well make myself seen at a more important one.”

Leave it to Rafayel to make doing his job seem like a favour to someone else. Even if he acts like he’s got his head in the clouds you know he’s genuinely kind – if you’ve got the patience to go digging through the layers that make up the enigmatic artist. You feel thankful that the world brought you to him, even if you weren’t sure what the budding feeling in your chest is.

“You had a long day, huh? I can hear it in your voice.”

You give him another hum, not wanting to bother with any words.

“Even if I ask you a question you don’t need to reply. It’s getting late and I won’t be home for at least another hour. I really did just want your company you know. I’m glad that you answered my call. It would have been miserable if I had to drive home all alone.”

It doesn’t take Rafayel much time to start rambling at you again. You don’t know how he manages to find anything and everything to say to you and keep himself entertained, laughing at his own jokes and taking the soft noises you make as jumping off points to completely go on a new tangent.

When he hears your light snores and steady breathing, he smiles to himself. The sound of your breath surrounds him in his car and if he weren’t such a responsible driver, he’d close his eyes just to pretend that he’s laying in bed with you.

Normally, Rafayel was perfectly content driving home in silence, finding the long expanse of road the perfect opportunity to ground himself after all of the cameras and people in his face. Honestly, he only left when he did to make sure he’d be able to call you at the same time he did every night. Your inability to sleep well worried him and even if you didn’t fully understand the extent of his feelings towards you, he wouldn’t let that get in the way of taking care of you. You make him happy after all, especially when he hears you try to rouse yourself from sleep in a desperate attempt to show him that you’re listening to him. The mental image of your sleepy eyes trying to focus on his face makes his heart melt, impatiently tapping his finger against the steering wheel at the annoyance of being unable to call you his just quite yet.

Even when he gets home, he doesn’t hang up on you. He’s careful to do his nightly routine quietly, using the sound of your breathing as his favourite symphony and he settles down for the night himself. He even continues to speak to you softly, wanting to make sure that his voice lulls you into a truly restful slumber. He thinks about you a lot and being able to help you in any form always makes his heart feel so full.

He won’t admit that talking to you on these late nights makes him sleep well too, putting his phone on the pillow beside him before falling asleep to thoughts of you.

[comet-forgot-you]

ok, so everyone’s freaking out abt bunny amber, but what about bunny max??

im creaming.

BUNNY. MAX.

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

bunny!amber’s sex drive was crazy but bunny!max’s is even crazier. she will not let you go to bed until you’ve made her cum multiple times, she will not let you get out of bed until you’ve made her cum multiple times, hell even when you’re getting ready for the day, she begs you “just one more.” its NEVER just one more.

it gets to the point where you’re having her strap warm you while you work from home. she’s whining in your ear, begging you to touch her and you keep telling her to stay still. “only good bunnies get to cum, are you going to be a good bunny for me?” she’ll nod so quickly, tail twitching at your words. of course she wants to be your good bunny, she needs to be your good bunny, she wants to hear your praises so badly.

so she stays as still as she can, scared that if she moves she’ll moan a little too loud and pry your attention from your work, scolding her for being a bad bunny. but as time passes, she finds it increasingly difficult to keep her hips still. she’s grinding against your strap buried so deeply in her. she thinks she’s slick, getting away with it, but you notice. you would’ve scolded her if she wasn’t so cute, her head buried in your neck, trying her best not to latch onto the skin. her ears were twitching against the side of your face, the soft fur distracting you.

you’re sure to reward her extra well with how well she behaved for you. showering her with praises, telling her how she was your good little bunny. she cums the second you finally touch her, it was a small touch, you hand holding her hip, thumb barely grazing over her clit as your ground yourself deeper into her.

thats just if she’s as good as she can be for you. if she disobeys you, you’re making sure she doesn’t cum at all. abusing her pretty little clit with a vibrator, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm and snatching it away the moment it almost hits her. she’s whining, begging you for some sort of relief, but you don’t give it to her. she goes to bed so horny, so worked up, many orgasm ripped away from her. she grinds against you in her sleep, and even then you’re tearing her orgasm from her.

in the morning, she’s even more desperate than the night before, a very stick mess between her thighs the second she wakes up. she wants to disobey you again, she wants to touch herself, she wants to ride your thigh until she cums, but she doesn’t. she knows the consequences, she couldn’t take another torturous night of her not being allowed to cum.

you leave her needy all day, her desperate pleas falling deaf on your ears. it wasn’t until she was sat in your lap, nose twitching slightly, eyes watering with tears, ears drooped low. “please, baby. i need you so bad, i need to cum so bad, please.” her tears nearly fall from her eyes, but you’re quick to wipe them away.

you couldn’t keep torturing your little bunny anymore. you give in, fucking her roughly until shes begging you to stop, far too overstimulated to keep going. but you tell her she can take it, she was begging for it earlier, one more wouldn’t hurt.

[dohoon-gf]

Shinyu smut

i love how this is the first one in my inbox and just so straight forward "shinyu smut" BUT HELL YEAHHHH HERE WE GOOO

freak ♤ s.jh

mdni 18+

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notes: sorry if its bad wrote this in like 20 minutes, so this is raw (like them), but yeah!! lmk if i missed any warnings, it's 3am here i can't think and yoooo i think this could turn into series if im not busy

warnings: exhibitionism, balcony sex, shinyu is rich he's living in a goddamn mansion, dirty talk, unprotected sex (don't be like these two freaks), i believe that shinyu is a freak in bed

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"What the fuck?" You're panicking as your lovely boyfriend carries you to the balcony of his 2nd floor bedroom.

You let out a small moan when your back is pressed against the cold glass wall, the one that separated his room and the balcony.

"Yuya, I'm not kidding. We're going to get caught." You look around your surroundings. I mean, it's midnight, his parents are abroad, and all the maids are sleeping. The security is also far from you, but this is still absurd.

"And what exactly they could do about it? Report me to the police?" He asked genuinely.

"The hell—you're a freak, Junghwan."

"I am, and you're stuck with me." He chuckles as he pounds into you again without any warning.

You couldn't do anything except moaning his name like your life depends on it, although you already hold it in.

His thrusts are intense, but somehow, he takes it so slow, and you're getting impatient. This is your second round. Why would he go that slow?

"Can you do it faster, you freak?"

"Calling me freak and wanting to go faster is crazy." Shinyu laughs at you and manages to kiss you deeply again while also going faster than you thought he would.

A loud moan did escape from you, Shinyu smirked through the kiss. He pulls away while caressing your cheek softly. Admiring your beauty, the side of you that only Shinyu could see. Blushing cheeks, teary eyes, moaning mess.

"I'm, 'm—" You cries due to the pleasure.

"You what, Baby?" Shinyu mocked you with his frowning expression.

"Close, 'm close." You're so weak under his touch, and it drives him crazy.

"Cum with me." He's smiling at you, focusing on his high. "Shit."

He thrusts in an inhumane pace, "Baby, you feel so good."

You couldn't answer any of his words. You can't even think, your mind is blank, you just need to cum right now.

"Cum, Baby. Cum." Shinyu pace becomes more impatient and messy.

"Oh my god! Yuya!" You milk him with your cum.

"Oh god, Y/N." Shinyu cums inside you.

You stay at that position for a while to catch your breath.

"You love freaks." Shinyu chuckles at you.

"I hate YOU!" You're still so concerned about your surroundings. "Can we go back now?"

"Absolutely, Princess." Shinyu carries you back into his bedroom. Even though he is such a freak sometimes, he always does the best aftercare because you never complain.

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20240525, xoxo, dohoon-gf

do not repost/translate without permission

[jackmanbj]

sweet girls

jack wasn’t home yet, he was on his way back from his studio and you’re cavings were up high. you wanted pickles and hot fries, but all you could think about was sweets, so you called jack

“hello? baby everything ok?” “huh oh yea j, but can you stop at the store and get me some candy?” “baby..you know the doctor told you to cut back on the sweets, i dont think i should..” “jackk is the doctor holding the baby or am i ?” “okay damn, what do you even want from the store” “pop rocks, gum, gummies, nerds, lollipops, laffy ta-” “okay forget it you’re not getting all that, pick 2 things” “jjj its for the baby” “mhm 2 things” “ugh fine gummies and laffy taffys.” “mk ill be there soon”

without another word you hung up, you knew he was looking out for you and the baby but you were still mad because you knew what was best for your body being as though you were the pregnant one, but jack didnt care. and even though you had your own car and money, jack hasn’t let you drive since even before you get pregnant and hes been extremely strict on the rule since you got pregnant.

even though jack hated you driving and he had your location, you still thought about sneaking out once he was back and asleep or in the shower, you were getting lost in your thought thinking about how to sneak out until you heard the front door open snapping you out of it.

“y/n? baby im home” you ran to jack kissing him and taking out your candy running back to your favorite spot, the sofa “damn i cant even get a hello?” you sided eyed him “no” you said eating your candy “whatever baby, im going take a shower” and you ignored him

you thought about sneaking out while he was in the shower but just thought about waiting till he was asleep so you could know he wasnt goin to see you eating the snacks

after about 35 minutes jack finally came out the shower his hair still damp as he walked over to you “hey baby” he said rubbing your bump you looked at him and walked away

he stood there confused until realizing it was probably about the candy “baby girl..you know i love you but you cannot have all those sweets, so stop acting like that.” he walked up to you trying to take your face into his hands but you just looked and walked away

jack just sighed and looked at you picking you up “come on, bedtime.” as much as you wanted to kick and scream for him to put you down, you didnt want to give him any kind of reaction

jack sat you down in the bed and went to the bathroom to run you water for a bath you got on your phone and laid down already knowing he was going to come back and get you, which he did.

“come on baby, i know you’re pissed but im still gon take care of you” jack lifted you up and brought you to the bathtub that had bubbles, candles, and your ipad with a movie on

“mm thank you”

“you’re welcome sweet girl, you done ignoring me?” you looked at him and looked back at your movie, he chuckled and left the room to go put new sheets on the bed coming back to check on you after a few minutes and helped you out the tub

once you were back in the bedroom in new sheets he put some lotion on you and his hoodie and gave you some boxers

you laid down and faked sleep till you realized he was asleep, you carefully got out of bed and snuck a pillow right were you were so he wouldn’t wake up form him not having you there

you left out the house in your pink G Waggon that hasn’t been used in about 7 months other then you just sitting in it, you left the house and quickly ran to the store getting all the snacks you originally wanted and more

when you got home you went to check ok jack who was wide awake on his phone you quickly closed the door hoping he didnt see you

you had two full bags of candy, jack walked out the room and took the candy bad out of your hand “what did i tell you ?” “jackk please im sorry i just want my candy !” “uhm no, you’ll get two pieces of candy everyday till its all gone, because not only did you go out and get the candy you aren’t supposed to be eating, you also drove alone and at night” “ugh i fucking hate you” “mhm go get in the bed” jack waited for you to close the door when he heard a loud slam, he was trying ti be patient but the slam was his final straw, he hid the bags of candy and walked up to the room

“y/n. why the fuck are you slamming my damn doors?” you looked at him and rolled your eyes. he sighed pulling your phone out of your hand and asking “why. the fuck. are you slamming my doors. when you don’t pay a single bill?”

jack never got this mad unless he was really upset and ready to go off so you decided to finally give and apologize

“mm i’m sorry baby, i just really wanted that candy i didn’t know you were going to wake up and i’m sorry about the door i was just upset cause you took my candy.. i love you baby boy”

“mm i love you to” jack gave you back your phone and you quickly put it on the charger and cuddle into jack “goodnight ma..” “goodnight j”

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Tamaki, Shoji and Bakugo:

Domestic Life with Their Wives

Tamaki Amajiki x wife! Reader; Mezou Shoji x wife! Reader; Katsuki Bakugo x Wife! Reader

Warnings: pure fluff

A/N: This is a request from tendou anon!

Tamaki Amajiki

Most insecure husband award goes to 🏆

Seriously this man does not understand how he pulled a beauty like you

But he legit thanks the heavens above every single day he gets to be in your presence

You don't have to ask this man to help you with anything

Dishes ✔️

Laundry ✔️

If you have kids ✔️ ✔️

As a pro-hero he works alot of nights so he knows you shoulder alot of the responsibilities in the home

For instance, you've just given birth to your second baby and you're exhausted

Your two yesr old toddler is also teething which means that not only are your nights miserable but your days as well

You've been texting Tamaki all night because you are just exhausted

Man feels awful having to return to work so soon after the baby came but unfortunately crime doesn't wait for paternity leave 🥺

However, as his sift comes to an end at 5am, he will drive through your favorite coffee place, pick up your beverage and bring it home

He walks in to hear the TV on and you sound asleep with your newborn on your chest

Your toddler is happily watching cartoons while mom rests her eyes

First thing he does, takes a picture 📱

New wallpaper 🥰

You're toddler is so excited to see your husband

They scream and you jolt awake, full mom style

"IM AWAKE, IM AWAKE WHERES THE EMERGENCY?!?!"- You 😳

Your husband just laughs as he lifts your newborn from your chest and kiss you

"Go grab a shower baby, I bought you some coffee! Then I figured I'd make breakfast and we could eat then all take a nap"- he said

You 👉🏻😐😳🥺😫 marry me!!!!

Tamaki 👉🏻 we are already married by ight 🤨

Seriously 10/10 husband material 😘

Mezou Shoji

This man... THIS FREAKING MAN 😫

Literally such an angel I can't

He drinks women's respect juice on the daily and he's an all star husband

Having multiple appendages is so helpful around the house let me tell you 👏🏻

Mans is cooking and washing dishes at the same time

He's vacuuming and dusting

And let me just say, when your first baby comes... UGH

He's an all star dad!

It's the middle of the night and you've been struggling to get your little one to sleep for hours

You've gone into the living room because your husband works the next day

And you are an amazing wife 🥰

You are dead tired and you've all but worn a hole in the floor walking the baby back and forth

Your husband has been laying in bed awake for a while, he wants to help but he also knows you are capable

However after an hour he's done

Mans has been patent for too long

"Honey let me rock the baby, you go to sleep"- Shoji

"Love its OK! You have to work! And baby is almost asleep"- you, lying to yourself and everyone 🙄

Shoji doesn't listen to you, he just walks up, grabs the baby in one of his arms and stars rocking

Baby 👉🏻 instantly asleep 😴

You 👉🏻👁👄👁

Your husband 👉🏻🥰🥰🥰

Please YN that's all it takes sometimes

"Go to sleep babe, I got them"- Shoji, now sitting on the couch and cuddling your baby

You 👉🏻 running 🏃‍♂️ to bed

YN get all the sleep you can

Your emaculate husband has got your back 😍

Katsuki Bakugo

Oof- you pulled this YN 🥵

I'm so freaking jealous

Honestly tho, I'm sure you deal with enough of Bakugo's crap on the daily to sometimes think twice about your decision 🤣

He's a great husband but sometimes he's an actual child himself 🙄

For instance, you have a 3 year old son who looks and acts exactly like your husband

You and currently pregnant with your second baby and ready to go any day now

Your husband works his butt off but he always has time for you and your son 🥰

However, there is never a lack of entertainment in the Bakugo household

Oh no no no

"Daddy! Did you get any bad guys?"- your son yells

"Hey buddy! Not tonight, I was doing paperwork most of the day"- Bakugo says ruffling your sons hair

You are cooking supper and getting it ready when your son sayd the unthinkable

"Uncle Deku got some bad guys today"- your son

You 👉🏻😳😅 crap-

Bakugo 👉🏻😃 whet-

"Uncle Deku came to my school and told me about how he put a bad guy in jail this morning!"- Your son

"Well Uncle Deku can stick it-" Bakugo ready to lay down the law

"KATSUKI"- You, yelling at your husband

Your husband rn 👉🏻😠

You 👉🏻😐😑

Your husband sighs, coming up to you and giving you a kiss

"We need to transfer our kid to a different school. I don't want that nerd influencing him!"- Bakugo

"Katsuki really?"- You 🙄

Please YN, your husband had never been more serious in his entire life 😅

[sainzfilm]

charles + there’s only one bed trope. happy 300 loveyyy

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

a/n: CAY….this trope oh my god i just want to experience this and this took so long im sorry my love 💔

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“So, you doing good with Charles?” Alex nudged your shoulder as he walked alongside you at the paddock, “Or is the lovers quarrel still on going?”

“What the hell?” You frowned, looking up at him, “Did he seriously talk to you about that? For the record, we are far from lovers. Just teammates.”

“Well, he did. A few days ago,” He smiled sheepishly as he put his hands inside his pockets, “Sure, Y/N. Just teammates.”

“Shut up, Alex,” You mumbled, punching his shoulder playfully, “You heading back to your hotel?”

“Going out for a few drinks with Nicky,” He replied, “How about you? I bet you’ll get some sleep in from today’s race, little miss podium?”

“Yeah, today was stressful,” You laughed as you shook your head, “Please, I was lucky the odds were in my favor. Go on to your night out, we’ll catch up tomorrow?

Alex nodded with a smile, bringing you in for a quick hug, “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Waving him goodbye, you walked off to the parking area where your car was located. It was a relatively quick drive to the hotel, technically, you tried to get there as fast as you could.

Charles stood up from the lobby as he saw you approaching with your bag, “Took you long enough.”

“Aw, how sweet. You waited for me,” You sarcastically replied as you looked at him with a frown, “I didn’t ask you to.”

“I figured that you could pick the bed,” He shrugged as he grabbed your bag for you, leaving you confused, “I know you’re picky with that.”

“Oh. Yeah, thanks for remembering,” You mumbled, stepping in the elevator beside him and pressing the floor number, “No plans tonight?”

“Supposedly had some, but I passed,” Charles replied, sighing deeply, “Figured I could get some rest.”

“Congrats again on winning the race today, by the way,” You smiled softly as you looked up at him, “Good comeback for the team, hm?”

Charles nodded with a slight smile, letting you out the elevator before following you to the room, “You too, Y/N. We did well today.”

No other words were exchanged as the two of you entered the room, stopping in the middle from the sight of the single king sized bed in front of you.

You turned to look at Charles, who had the same shocked expression on your face, “There’s only…one bed.”

“Great observation, Sherlock,” Charles looked back at you, eyebrows scrunched together, “I’ll take the couch.”

“No, you take the bed. I’ll take the couch” You mumbled as you sat down on the armchair, “Do you think we could get another room?”

Sighing deeply, Charles set your bags down on the couch, “I doubt that. Hotel’s packed from this race weekend.”

“Then that settles it, just take the bed,” You smiled softly at him, “I can sleep anywhere anyways.”

“You’re so hardheaded, aren’t you?” Charles laughed as he shook his head, crossing his arms, “We can just share the bed. Put a pillow in between us or whatever if it makes you more comfortable.”

“You sure about that?” You replied, “I really don’t want to force you to share a bed if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine. Just one night,” He clicked his tongue, grabbing his bag before heading off to the bathroom, “Get comfy, Y/N. I’m not changing my mind.”

You couldn’t help the warm feeling that spread throughout your heart as you headed off the other bathroom to change into your pajamas.

As you finished freshening up, you stared at yourself in the mirror and slapped your cheeks while mumbling, “Get yourself together, Y/N.”

Exhaling deeply, you stepped out of the bathroom to see Charles sitting on the bed as he used his phone, “Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“Oh, I wanted to ask you what side you usually slept on,” Charles smiled, setting his phone down on the table, “Take your pick.”

Walking over to the bed, you settled for the side that was nearby the window, “I’ll stay here.”

Charles took the spare pillows and put it in between the two of you, fluffing it up, before getting under the duvet and reaching over to turn the lamp off. Mirroring his actions, you exhaled as you laid in darkness and stared at the ceiling.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You turned your head to the side, meeting his eyes in the darkness, “Yeah?”

“I’m…sorry about the other day. I didn’t mean to snap at you over the results of qualifying,” Charles mumbled, “No excuses for my behavior.”

“Don’t worry about it. That’s behind us now,” You replied as you stared back up the ceiling, “I just wish you could just be easier on me.”

“I know, I will be next time,” He sighed as he ran a hand down his face, “I need to be a better teammate to you. I believe that you have a bright future in this sport.”

You were glad that the lights were off because you were probably as red as a tomato, “Um. Thank you. I mean like, thank you for believing in me.”

“Of course, Y/N. From now on, I’ve got your back,” He smiled, “Leclerc and Y/L/N, teammates to best buddies.”

Laughing as you covered your face, “That just sounds so weird coming out of your mouth.”

“Stop teasing and just go to sleep,” He reached over and messed up your hair, eliciting a whine from you, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Turning around to face away from him, you smiled to yourself, “Goodnight, Charles.”

bonus scene!

The sound of the alarm rang throughout the room, causing Charles to groan and bury his face further in the pillow.

“Turn that off, Y/N,” He mumbled sleepily, feeling a heavy weight on his back, “I wanna sleep more.”

No response was heard from you, only light snores that caused Charles to frown to try and roll over, failing in the process. He peeked over his shoulder, surprised as he saw your cheek pressed against his back.

“To think I put pillows in between,” Charles laughed sleepily as he carefully rolled over, making sure you’re still asleep, and pulled you in his arms, “That was pointless.”

Groaning sleepily, you snuggled up to him and talked in your sleep, “You’re so noisy.”

He rolled his eyes playfully and reached over to turn off the alarm, laying back down and sighing deeply, “Guess we just have to talk about this when you wake up.”

Charles smiled softly as he looked down at your sleeping figure in his arms, a newfound feeling fluttering in his chest. Yeah, maybe he’s starting to see you in another light.

[star-girl69]

you would be so loved and cherished with lottienat like… touch starved reader who tears up every time one of them plays with your hair or even just holds ur hand and they get concerned😭😭 i think they’d be even more touchy after the crash too esp if you got hurt like they’d never leave your side.

THIS!!!! THIS IS IT!!!! THIS IS THE ONE!!!!

tbh…. everyone in that relationship is a little touch starved 😭😭

but like let’s say that if nat and lottie have been together for a while before you came along so they’ve gotten a little more comfortable

i feel like lottie is definitely the one to initiate the most physical touch

whether she’s asking you to braid her hair or climbing on top of you and demanding you scratch her back, or just putting her hand on your thigh when she drives, her hand on the small of your back when you’re out in public…. (i could go on and AWN)

natalie is definitely a little more hesitant in initiating anything but once she gets more comfortable, she really does have a lot of love to give, and will shower you in it if you let her

definitely the type to just kinda put her face in your neck when you’re near each other, pulling you into her lap or just near her at any social function, sitting with your legs in her lap, she LOOOOVVVEESS playing with yours and lottie’s hair (i have no explanation for this i just know it)

if you ever just kinda like flinched from shock or started crying a bit they would be so concerned??? “baby please what’s wrong??? are you hurt??? did something happen??? who do we need to kill???”

and when you’re like no no nothing like that i’m just a little… touch starved

they’re just kinda like oh! bc i mean it doesn’t really matter to them yk? they’ll shower you in love and affection either way tbh

and now…. sleeping is such a fun experience with these two

most of the time if you have sleepovers they’re at lottie’s house, bc her parents are never home and she has the biggest bed

at first natalie was definitely kinda stiff just because it was a new and unknown place but lottie made both of you feel comfortable! (wink wink 😉) (i’m sorry)

natalie is probably just on top of you let’s be honest like you wake up in the middle of the night unable to breathe drenched in sweat and you have to PUSH her off of you

five minutes later she’s rolling right back onto you

lottie is probably on your other side, her arm around yours and natalie’s waists, and she’s just happy when your legs all tangle together like girly is literally falling asleep with a smile on her face going “mimimimimimi”

post crash is cray!!!!!

not only is there a literal biological survival NEED for you guys to be close bc hello??? winter = cold

they’re definitely a little too happy about that part bc like…. now natalie has a REASON to crush you!!

“GET OFF OF ME I CANT BREATHE”

“IM LITERALLY JUST MAKING SURE YOURE WARM”

and lottie is just all happy with her arms around everyone like she’s so cute i cant 😭😭