#on the flip side i also adore fluff and comfort and good times

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

*rubs gremlin hands furiously*

There's one I really reccomend if you enjoy hurt/comfort, it's called Of Warm Sunshine, Picnics and Imprisonment!

And if you like ButterflyStamp the same author wrote a fic called Rain Rain Please Come Here to Stay!!

ill pull those up and check em out asap, ty for the rec(s)!!!

[bigbabycry]

Nights like this

Drew Starkey x Fem!reader

Summary: After a long night of work for both you and Drew, you were hoping to go home and relax with your boyfriend, but things take a turn for the best

Warnings: fluff, smut, sub!Drew (lowkey)

You’ve been out all-night working, the night dragging on scene after scene. Your mind distracted by the thought of your boyfriend home, also tired from his day of work, waiting for you to get back. You wonder if he’ll already be asleep by the time you get home.

As soon as the director and producers call it a night, you instantly make your way to your trailer, ridding yourself of your characters clothes and getting into your own comfy clothes, removing your makeup before heading to your car, finally making your way to you and Drews little home. It’s a struggle to keep your eyes open and focus on the dark road and bright headlights passing by, but after a long 25 minutes, you pull into the driveway of the small house.

The front door opens slowly without a sound, the quiet only disrupted by the soft sound of your shoes on the hardwood floor. The entire house is dark besides from the lamp in the living room. You suspect Drew is in bed before you see slight movement on the sofa before his voice rings out.

“baby?” you hear him before you see him, and a smile tugs on your lips when his head leans over to find you standing in the doorway. The tired smile on his face makes your chest squeeze with adoration.

“Why are you still awake?” you ask softly as you slowly make your way towards the sofa.

“Was waiting for you.” He states simply, moving his body to face you as you stand in front of him, looking down to him with that familiar, tender smile.

You tilt your head and watch him look up at you with heavy eyes as if he’s struggling to stay awake, “you didn’t have to. I’d rather have you relaxed and comfortable in bed. Asleep.” You whisper, not wanting to break the comfortable silence of the small home.

Drew just shakes his head in response, reaching up to hold your hips and gently pulling you to sit on the sofa with him. “You smell so good.” He mumbles, his arms pulling you into his side.

You watch as he leans his head back onto the headrest of the sofa with his eyes closing, “is that so?” you whisper back and lean into his side more, your fingers tracing various patterns on his clothed chest. You admire Drew as his head is tilted back, showing how tired he really is.

“Mhm.” Drew agrees and blinks open his eyes and meets your gaze. He looks almost too tired to move an inch, but his eyes were still full of love as his fingers stroke over your thigh. “You are the prettiest girl in the world.” He says in a low whisper, his blue eyes still staring into yours.

You wet your lips with your tongue and shift to situate your legs over his, “and you are the most handsome.” You reply, leaning your face close to his with a grin.

Drew can’t help but chuckle as he feels your legs over his. His hand gently glides up and down your thigh, the other sliding from his side to rest on your lower back. He keeps looking into your eyes with his usual soft smile on his face, “I need a kiss…” He whispers, clearly wanting it so bad.

A giggle threatens to come out from his neediness. You tilt your head and glide your thumb over his cheek, admiring him for a moment before speaking up, “you do?” you seem distracted by how good he looks in this moment, despite how tired he is as he look up at you with heavy lidded eyes.

Drew just nods, his gaze fixated on you. He focuses on your face which is only a few centimetres from his, “yes please.” He begs. His voice sounds sweet but somewhat desperate. He really needs something that only you can give him.

This submissive side of Drew makes your stomach flip and feel giddy, his exhaustion making him beg. Without saying anything, you close the distance between the two of you, placing your lips over his in a slow kiss.

Drew softly moans as the kiss starts but remains mostly passive, wanting to give you a little bit of control. He keeps his arms around you, the hand on your thigh gently moving to your hip to make you more comfortable over him. Your legs are on either side of his hips and your hands are resting in his lap. After the kiss lasts a few seconds, Drews hands caress your cheeks as he pulls away from the kiss, making you hum and see his eyes still closed and his cheeks turning slightly red.

“Can I get another one?” he whispers in both a joking yet serious tone.

“You want another one?” you ask jokingly, raising an eyebrow at your tired boyfriend who sits underneath you, eyes still closed.

Drew opens his eyes a little bit so he can properly see you, looking up with a serious gaze as he wants more from you. His hands slowly drop from your cheeks and move down to your thighs, caressing the warm skin. “Please, please, please,” he begs with the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard from him, begging from him not being something he does quite often or at all.

The smile never breaks from your face as you watch Drew beg for more kisses, needing you so badly. “Of course baby,” you whisper, your lips back on his in an instant. The feeling of Drews hand running along your thigh makes you feel feverish, hot with the feeling of Drew’s touches and love.

Drew moans as the kiss starts again, his eyes closing as his hands slowly slide up and down your body, reaching underneath the sweatshirt you’re wearing. His hand reaches back and caresses your lower back, holding you tightly against him as his feels your hands on his hips, your legs pressed against his own. One of his hands moved to your hair and he gently caresses the back of your neck and head as he enjoys every second of this kiss and the feeling of your body sitting on his.

You lean into him further, his body rested against the backrest of the sofa, making it easier for you to press your chest against his, deepening the kiss. He moans in response, trying to keep the moment passive but wanting you so bad made it hard. Your back arches as you straddle his hips, your hands resting in his lap as his seem to roam around your whole body. Drew doesn’t let you pull away which makes you smile, a whimper coming from the back of your throat as one of his hand’s rests on your lower back, the other on your head, keeping your lips on his.

Drew becomes increasingly desperate for you kiss and touch, holding you firmly as he whispers into your mouth, “I love the way you make me feel, babe…” his voice sounds almost broken by his desperation and love.

You feel your breath heavy and desperate as Drew’s lip’s part against yours, his tongue sliding in your mouth for a brief moment. His hands on your hips makes you shift; the subconscious need to have him taking over your senses. You try your best to keep the moment steady and clean, but the way Drew speaks and holds her makes her want to explode.

“Mhm,” you moan into his mouth, “and I love you.” You reply with a whisper, speaking into his mouth, too lazy to part from the kiss to talk.

Drew’s tongue meets yours, even though he’s tired he can’t help but give so much of his attention to the kiss. He slowly and gently laces his fingers through the hair on the nap of your neck, pulling your head back to look into your eyes before bringing his lips to your neck.

“mmm…” he mumbles, his lips attaching to your neck, the idea of keeping this relaxed and slow is thrown out of the window as soon as his tongue and teeth graze the warm skin of your neck.

Your face is aimed towards the ceiling, eyes closed and breath heavy as you and Drew give in to the pleasure. Your hands travel up his abdomen, holding onto his shoulders as he holds your hips, rocking you against him slowly.

He groans out at the feeling, his teeth softly biting your neck, lips attaching to the skin, and his tongue exploring the surface. Drew’s hands still firmly hold you against him, enjoying the feeling of you rocking against him. His breath grows louder as he grows harder, his clothed dick rubbing against you as his nibbles on your neck more aggressively.

You feel his lips pull away from your neck, making you lower your head to where you’re straddling him. You hips rolling swiftly over his, Drew’s hands holding firmly onto the bones of your hips as if he’s trying to not get too carried away. Yet he guides her in her movements against him as he feels his hard on become painfully strained.

You feel yourself becoming soaked from the pleasure that Drew is managing to give you, just by sitting you on his lap and nibbling on your skin. You look up and watch as he stares at your hips with heavy eyes.

“babe… can we…?” Drew mumbles as his hands start to move up your body, his fingers dragging against the warm skin of your belly, slowly pulling up your sweatshirt to reveal your bra, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. Drew’s eyes are on you as if he’s begging to see more of you, his face still looking quite tired, but he just wants more of you, more of your skin, more of your love. “Please…” he whispers.

You nod your head almost instantly, your breath hot and heavy as you continue to watch him, “of course, baby,” you breathe out, slowing down the movements of your hips.

Drew’s eyes keep staring at you, the way he is observing you makes your stomach flutter and your pussy ache for him. He finally pulls the sweatshirt over your head and stares at you, taking in your beauty. His eyes are full of love, but now they show hunger for you. He knows he can’t resist for much longer.

“babe…” he mumbles and begins to lift you up to remove the rest of your clothes, leaving you only in your bra and panties.

Your lips are parted, and your eyelids are hooded as you watch your boyfriend carefully remove your clothes. “What about you?” you whisper, looking at his clothes that still adorn his body.

“later…” he interrupts, “let me have this first.” His dominant side his back, his voice full with hunger. His hands slowly make their way towards your bra straps, fingers caressing your skin as he pulls them over your shoulders. Never once do his blue eyes leave your body.

Your lips are red and pouted as you watch Drew’s careful and soft movements on your body, his hands finding the clasp and unclipping it. His eyes roam around your boobs as your bra falls from your chest, his cheeks reddening at the sight.

“Drew,” you whisper with a gasp, his hands gradually moving down your waist.

“babe,” Drew mumbles back, smiling at you even more as he sees how your cheeks have a red tint just like his. He was making his way back up to kiss you, but he still wants more, so he let his lips meet the soft and plush skin of your chest, making your eyes flutter shut and your body tremble with desire. His tongue darts out to kiss and lick at your body.

Your breath gets caught in your throat making it hard to speak, “I want you.” You state, breathing out as your head rolls to the side. Your hips move against him again, loving the way he rubs against you, his cock showing how desperate and needy he is for you.

Drew’s jaw drops slightly at the words as he begins to kiss more aggressively at the skin of your breasts, knowing exactly what you need. His hand holds your hips firmly as you move against him, and he tries to breathe deeply to stop himself from cumming, “I want you, so much. Please… I need you.” He says with a begging tone as he sucks and licks on one of your nipples. Drew finds himself becoming more attracted to you and your body as his tongue explores your boobs as if for the first time. His tongue slides against your cleavage and his hands glide over your clothed core, making you gaps and buck against his hand.

You feel your heart rate pick up as his eyes stay on yours, making him look so desperate and hot. “Take me,” you moan as Drew’s hips push upwards against yours, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as his cock twitches in anticipation.

His lips form into a wide smile as he hears your words. His hunger for you increasing with each second that passes. He looks so deeply in love with you like never before as he pulls you close, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “I really fucking want you.” He grunts and brings his hands up to remove his shirt as fast as possible.

“Turn around.” He growls out, helping you off of his lap with his hands on your hips. His words are serious, and you know that you must comply so you both can get what you want. You lay on your belly, and he pulls your panties from your legs, leaving you completely bare in front on him. He kneels behind you and begins to remove his clothes.

His hands meet your hips as soon as he’s naked, pulling you to rest on your knees so your ass is out in front of him. “mm, babe.” He groans as he rubs his palm over your round ass, his cock leaking with so much precum.

You feel his hips on your ass and his wet cock that slides between your ass cheeks, making you groan and push back against him. His hands keep a firm grip on your hips to keep you steady before he slowly pushes himself into your entrance.

Your body shivers in pleasure and your pussy tightens around him as soon as he bottoms out inside of you, your mouth hanging open as a moan leaves your lips.

“There we go,” he grunts and leans down to press a loving kiss to your back before slowly easing himself backwards, his cock almost slipping from your dripping cunt before pushing back in. His thick cock fills you up, stretching you with each thrust. His hands stay on your hips, pulling you back into him as your pussy squeezes around him, making him grunt and breathe deeply, trying to hold himself together.

The small sounds and moans you release makes Drew throw his head back as your ass slaps against his front, your stomach tensing as the pleasure Drew gives you feels so powerful.

“Mhm, baby.” You whine out as he reaches beneath you with one hand, rubbing slow and teasing circles on your clit.

“I’m close, babe.” He warns, needing you to release with him. His hips continue to slam against your ass as he feels himself ready to climax, “doing so well.” He mumbles, leaning his body forward again so his belly rests against your lower back.

You feel your entire body tremble, your belly feeling tight, and thighs tensed from the pleasure. Words refuse to leave your mouth as his fingers pick up the pace, the circles becoming harsh and overstimulating. Shaky breaths falls from your lips and Drew knows that your close.

HE feels himself tense up, his hips slamming into you a few more times before he groans out, his dick twitching inside of you before he fills you up. Your whole-body trembles at the feeling of his warm seed filling you up, the sensation making you cry out as you release around him. You tighten around his length, milking him out until you flop onto your belly, out of breath but completely satisfied.

You can feel Drew’s large palm run up and down your back in a soothing way before his arms reach around your front, pulling you up.

“Come on,” he grunts and turns you around, holding you against him as he walks the two of you into your bathroom. He sits you down on you sink and begins to clean you up. Occasionally kissing your thighs and stroking your cheeks.

Exhaustion washes over the both of you, and Drew can barely stay awake as he’s walking back with you to the bedroom.

You lie in each other’s arms, naked and completely spent. “Love you, baby.” He mumbles against your hair, holding you tight against him. You can hear the rumble of his voice in his chest as his fingers glide through your hair.

“I love you, Drew.” You whisper back and press a kiss onto his bicep before the two of you drift into a comfortable sleep.

[ohsunnyboy]

a spark of light | han yujin ˚₊‧⁺˖

while han yujin isn't the greatest at maths, he is good at keeping your mind off it... that and being an annoyance.

TAGS: pining!!!!, bestfriends! yujin and gn!reader, highschool!au, some academic pressure, gaming, fluff, cuddles and general overwatch terms, lil bit of denial :>

A/N: i don't wanna do maths and yujin would support me in that. self-indulgent to deal w maths hell (i am bri'ish so math is maths)

WORDS: ~650

Inverse sin goes to one over root one minus... differentiate the brackets... sub in... simplify...

There's nothing soothing about maths. Not when you've been flipping back and forth between your formula sheet, always on the verge of doing something but never being quite too sure. It's bad habit to chew your lips red raw every time you try and it gets on Yujin’s nerves but hey, this isn't about him.

"It's not due until Friday you know," Han Yujin, serial procrastinator, says. "You can put the pen down."

"Just need to finish this one," you whine. It shouldn't be that bad: just an inverse tan question but you can't figure out if or how you'd simplify it down. What to do... what to do...

Fwick!

"Yujin!" His head flick and the sound of his laugh makes the weight in your head almost quadruple. You rest your head on the folded table on your lap, only vaguely aware of the characters running about on Yujin's screen.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing is working right in your head right now. You don't think it's the lack of sleep, not with the Red Bull still sitting on the table; it might be your head, spinning with x's and u's and y's. Though, it wouldn't take Einstein to figure out what you really need is anything but maths right now...

It's not much longer before you hear a sigh, and "Defeat" come from the TV. Oh well, it's what he gets for being annoying at least.

There’s a shift on the bed as you feel yourself roll a little more next to Yujin. Before you know it, he’s dragging you from under the armpits and into his side. You’re too tired to care much, even if Yujin kicks your homework off the bed.

"What?" you whine into Yujin’s shoulder. He smells like the cheap aftershave you bought him for his birthday last year after all he stunk of was his dance practices. “You want to help a poor soul?"

"No, you just think too hard,” he quips, voice a little terse as his Zenyatta gets charged off the map. "It's distracting me." You need to stifle a small smile when he comes back to charge attack the offending Reinhardt to death.

The silence you settle into is comfortable. Another round later, Yujin slips you your claimed plush (a really adorable rabbit plush that you both named Ollie) under your arm, letting you watch and let your mind empty out. Time ticks by, and soon your headache and maths become a distant problem.

“I always think too much,” you say with mirth. The bar at the top of the screen runs into overtime, Yujin’s Zenyatta and a D.va somehow fending off the entire opposing team as he zones off from you. You don’t think he hears you, not with the adrenaline in his ears as "Victory" flashes across the screen.

However, he replies with a toothy grin. "Good, because I need you to think for me." The idiot says it like a good thing. But he looks in your eyes with a spark of light them. Like lightning crackling across a dark sky. "Want to play the next match with me, yeah?"

You always think too much, and do too little. Can you really deny him this? "Fine."

"You love me,” he teases. It’s pressed into your ear and slides like a secret sticky note straight into your heart.

"Totally." You try to roll your eyes but he’s already off the bed in search of your laptop somewhere in the pile of your messes. Careful to put your forgotten homework back onto the table with the empty Red Bull cans.

It also doesn’t take Einstein to figure out what your heart is doing, and where your brain is taking you. Of all the times for your head to work, is right now really worth it?

You don't know what you'd do without Yujin. But you'd rather keel over than admit the solution to all your problems was him all along.

a good lil comfort fic was what i've been needing so here we are :) a like and reblog would be appreciated if you enjoyed! ⭒ masterlist

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x OFC

Part 8

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x OFC

Characters: Comet, Cara (child OFC)

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff

Word Count: 2.2k

Author's Note: After two consecutive heavy chapters of Wolffe angst, I figured it was time for something a bit lighter. So, you get more Comet and Cara! Honestly, I love their dynamic so much. It's cute and adorable, and it's my favorite. Cara doesn't view Comet as an uncle, but more like a big brother and that's how Comet feels too. Be forewarned, there are still sad undertones. I also really wanted to cut this chapter in half, but there was no good way to do it. As always, please enjoy 💚

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Before Comet made his way to Cara's room, he stopped by the kitchen to do what Wolffe asked him. It really was a mess, but at least they were able to make Wolffe think about something else for a couple of minutes. Comet couldn't even begin to imagine how difficult it was for Wolffe to go through this, but on the flip-side, it was incredibly difficult for any of them to watch, especially when they knew there was nothing they could do to alleviate Wolffe's or Cara's pain. It was such a tragedy.

While still in the kitchen, Comet caught a glimpse of a flower-patterned apron hanging on a bronze hook. He approached the garment and rubbed the fabric between his fingers with fondness, remembering when he first became part of the Wolfpack. He was just a shiny, hot off Kamino, and assigned to the most rugged of commanders serving alongside two veteran clones, and yet, they took him in like family. She took him in like family, too, and made him his first real meal.

Comet smiled at the memory. The Pack missed her too, even if they didn't say it out loud. With Wolffe still raw from her passing, it wasn't the time nor the place for them to air their own sorrows, but they still felt it. The hole she left behind and the vacuum it created in all of their lives. She was kind, gentle, loving, and could go toe-to-toe with Wolffe like no one he'd ever seen. He chuckled at a memory of Wolffe retreating with his tail between his legs after being scolded by her.

Realizing that he forgot about his other mission, Comet left the apron where it hung and made his way back to Cara's room. He'd have to remember to grab it before they left. Wolffe would want to take it with him. At least, he thought Wolffe would want to take it. If not, then he might grab it out of pure fondness. They were all aware that once they vacated the apartment, everything in it would be trashed, and the thought of that apron laying in a pile of trash somewhere made his skin prickle.

On his way to Cara's room, Comet grabbed the largest box he could find. Wolffe said one box, but he didn't say it had to be a certain size. He knew it was going to be an uphill battle to get Cara to pick and choose what she kept and left behind, so a bigger box would make it easier. She was four, and she'd grow out of most of her things in a couple of cycles, which meant he needed to guide the choosing. It might be difficult now, but she'd thank him one day when she was older. If he was even alive to see her get older.

As he approached her room, he didn't hear any noise, which made him suspicious of what she could be doing in there. Maybe all of that crying and screaming wore her out and she fell asleep. If that was the case, then this just became a lot more difficult. If there was one thing Comet had learned from spending time with children, it was to never wake them from a nap. Kids were mean when they were tired and they would make everyone around them feel every ounce of their displeasure at being woken up.

Reluctantly, Comet opened the door, and not-surprisingly the lights were still on. A quick inspection of the room showed no signs of life within the four corners, but there was a suspicious looking child-sized lump under a blanket in the middle of the bed. Comet sighed. Just what he was afraid of. When he stepped closer, the lump moved. He crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side, watching as the lump squirmed around. She wasn't asleep, she was hiding. Comet smirked and decided to play along.

"Oh, no," he said dramatically. "Whatever will I do? I seem to have lost Cara."

The lump giggled and Comet smiled.

"Wolffe is going to kill me," he continued while slowly creeping towards the bed.

The lump giggled louder and Comet snuck up real close, ready to pounce.

"I'll be decommissioned for sure," he joked, then grabbed the lump and hoisted it up into the air.

Cara squealed.

"Found you!" he exclaimed.

"No!" Cara squirmed in Comet's grasp. "Put me down!"

Comet plopped down onto Cara's bed, placed her on his lap, and uncovered her from the blanket. "Are you hiding from me, ad'ika?" he asked.

She wiggled her little body and tried to escape from him, but his grip was firm. "No," she pouted and stuck her tongue out at him.

Comet raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"I don't want to," she whined.

"Ad'ika," he sighed. "I don't want to either, but sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do."

"What's an add-ee-ka?" she asked.

Comet knew she was stalling, but it was an easy enough question to answer. "It means child, but in a more loving way." He wanted to use the word affectionate, but she might not understand that one yet.

"Why doesn't daddy call me that?" she asked.

Comet thought about it for a moment, because he too wondered why Wolffe didn't use Mando'a around Cara, and shrugged. "I don't really know why."

"Does daddy not love me?" she asked.

Comet's brain stalled. The mental leaps and bounds she just made caught him completely off guard. How could she think, even for a second, that Wolffe didn't love her? It baffled him. Wolffe talked about her all of the time, to anyone who would listen, and even to those who wouldn't. There was nothing Wolffe wouldn't do for his daughter, well, except leave the GAR. He knew Wolffe would if he could, in a heartbeat, but they'd track him down and decommission him without a second thought.

Comet shifted Cara on his lap so that she was facing him and gently brushed some of the curls out of her face. "Your dad loves you very much," he said. "So much so that he can't express all of it, even if he tries. He misses you all of the time when he's out on missions and it makes him very sad to be away from you."

"Oh," she said. "Does daddy love mommy?"

"Very much," he answered. "Almost as much as he loves you."

"Then why isn't daddy sad about mommy?" she asked.

"What makes you think he's not sad?" he asked in return.

"Daddy doesn't cry," she said. "I cry when I'm sad."

Comet's eyes softened and he wrapped his arms around her. "He does. Trust me, he does. But daddies are different from ad'ike. Daddies don't cry like you do when you're sad. They cry by themselves."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because," he began, then paused as he tried to figure out how to explain it. "He wants to be strong so he can take care of you."

"Oh," she said. Comet could tell she was still confused.

"You see," he explained further. "Love isn't stored in our words or even our actions. It's stored here." He placed a hand on his heart. "Inside our hearts, our ka'rta."

"Ka-ro-ta," she pronounced. "Sounds like carrot."

Comet snorted, then started laughing. "Yeah, I guess it does."

"So, daddy loves mommy in here?" she asked while pointing at her heart.

"Yes, exactly," he said, then tapped her nose. "And he loves you in there, too."

"I love daddy in here, too," she said. "And mommy."

"Good," he smiled. "You keep them in there forever, okay?"

Cara smiles. "I will."

Comet really didn't want to change the subject or ruin the mood, but time was running short and he still had a job to do. "You know," he began. "If we don't pack up this box, you won't be able to bring anything with you."

Cara's eyes widened and she scrambled off of Comet's lap to start filling the box. She might have been stalling, but he was glad she asked those questions. The last thing Wolffe needed was for his daughter to think he didn't love her. He would crumble into a pile of dust if he ever found that out. Wolffe might not be able to spend a lot of time with Cara because of the War, but he really did love her, and Comet hoped Wolffe would continue to show her that love every chance he got.

The packing process went pretty much as Comet expected. Cara grabbed a whole bunch of things and tossed them into the box without really thinking about it. While she rummaged through her shelves and closets, Comet stealthily removed certain things from the box. If she realized they were gone, then maybe she did want them, but if she didn't see them missing from the box, then she probably wouldn't miss them at all. It was a gamble, but one he was willing to take for her sake.

Comet made sure to grab a few of the things he knew she'd actually want and need, like Cloney, ducky, her favorite pajamas, other important pieces of clothing, a few bedtime stories, and the drawings she made of her family. The drawings were easy because they were flat and could lay flush against the side of the box, so he was able to fit them all in. He knew she was going to need them once they were deployed again and she was alone. Some of the toys were a bit harder to fit, since they were bulky or oddly shaped, but he managed.

When the box was nearly full, Cara grabbed the blanket off her bed and tried to stuff it in the box, but it was just too big and it spilled out all over the top and sides. She had that blanket since birth, so Comet knew there was no parting with it and he needed to find a way to fit it in somehow. He rearranged some of the items in the box, rolled the clothing instead of folding it, and adjusted the more angular things, but it still wouldn't fit. Cara was on the verge of tears and Comet needed a new plan.

"Ad'ika," Comet said. "Would it be okay if I made your blanket into something else?"

Cara looked at him with watery eyes, and nodded silently.

Comet smiled and scruffed her hair. "Don't worry. I'll fix this."

Besides learning how to cook delicious food, Comet picked up something else from Wolffe's wife: how to sew. It was an odd skill for a clone to have, sure, but she loved to do it and he was always mesmerized by what she could make with some scraps of fabric and a little imagination. He was definitely not a master seamstress like her, but he knew his way around a needle and thread enough to be dangerous. He left Cara's room and grabbed what he needed from the sewing closet: scissors, chalk, a needle, blue and black thread, two gray buttons, and some stuffing.

Comet returned to Cara's room and laid out the blanket flat on the floor. He marked out the pattern with some chalk, and with Cara standing back, he cut out the pattern. Placing that piece on more of the blanket, he cut out the second piece in the same shape. With the cutting done, he placed the scissors out of Cara's reach and sat on the floor to start sewing the pieces together. Cara leaned over his shoulder to watch, just like she did with her mom, and Comet smiled at her curiosity.

He took his time with the stitching, because it would be of no use to her if it fell apart while he was gone and wasn't there to fix it. When he was done stitching most of the outer edge, he sewed on the two button eyes, which proved to be difficult when Cara wrapped her arms around his neck, practically strangling him. He readjusted her so he could breathe, then finished sewing the buttons on. Lastly, he filled the opening with lots of stuffing, then closed the final stitches to finish the doll.

"Ta-da," he said, then handed the finished doll to her. "One tooka doll."

Cara's eyes lit up and she squeezed it against her chest. "I love it!"

Comet smiled. "It should fit in the box now."

Cara placed the doll in the box and smiled at Comet. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome," Comet said. "Ready to go find your dad?"

Cara nodded her head and ran out of the room.

Comet shook his head and got up off the floor. He picked the box up and grunted. It was a little heavier than he was expecting, but he did a good job of fitting everything in there. Cara would never be able to carry it, but he could. He'd carry anything for her. He'd carry her sadness if he could. He knew Wolffe would, too. Actually, there wasn't a member of the Wolfpack who wouldn't do anything for Cara. She was family, a part of the Pack, and now also motherless, just like them.

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✧。◟ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ — lee hyperreal x reader [PGR] [Happy Activation Day, Lee!!]

darling, you're the one I want

a.n. - self-indulgent comfort because I badly needed one. ALSO??? IT'S ACTUALLY LEE ACTIVATION DAY?!?! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE I LOVE YOU (COME HOME WHEN YOU COME TO GLOBAL, I'M SHARING THIS WITH YOU TOO READERS AND MUTUALS <3 <3 <3) I guess this is also short because I wasn't prepared (unplanned, the other one [NSFW] a little secret is the one who is planned LOL)

words - 1,458

pairing - hyperreal!lee x commandant (no specific genders mentioned, tho implied female)

warnings - none. comfort. super soft fluff with lee hyperreal. lowercase for the aesthetic™ I guess a bit suggestive?? because something happened to y'all the other night 👀

the first light of day cascades through your windows and lands on your outstretched hand.

as the outside world began its usual morning routine — the sound of machines clanking, chattering as the white noise, daylight dancing on the palm of your hand — you should wake up. a long, long list of things to do is waiting for you. Lucia and Liv could be in the maintenance room and you're needed for more paper works. but you don't — all you could think about was the warmth of the occupied space beside you, intertwined with you under the sheets.

Lee is here. Lee's sleeping beside you.

he's on his side, sleeping soundly, as one hand grasped yours, the other draped on your bare hips. both of your legs are tangled, your body nearly leaning onto him. his usual stoic face was relaxed, an expression you rarely see during the war. while the battlefield may have scorned his appearance, only moments like this would allow you to see Lee drop his guard down and show his human side.

propping a hand to support your head, you couldn't help but look at your sleeping lover. you've always known Lee has been so handsome; even when he had his Entropy frame, humans or constructs would approach him and ask for his number. but you couldn't help but laugh at that memory. this man is yours; unfortunate to them, but he's the one who is part of Gray Raven and the one who owns your heart.

was this the first time Lee was with you in bed? you usually see him after you wake up, preparing your morning coffee, the papers on your desk arranged accordingly. right now, he's actually beside you.

pride and love well up in your chest. although he may have given up his humanity years ago, you couldn't help but think about how you've learned to adore him. unclasping from his hand, you lightly touched his face.

tracing his face. from the blonde locks covering his closed eyes, to the shape of his jaw. from the chin, you drifted to the slope of his nose, the softness of his cheek. you tenderly traced the outline of his lips, which made you smile, as the events of last night replayed in your mind, the thought that made you blush and joyful. you may have studied all the lessons the F.O.S. taught you, but no one was there to write a book about Lee. and so, you couldn't help but want to touch every part of him that you could.

as you do, you couldn't help but think now; the war, the punishing virus, the ones you love. fear may be evident as it grows fondly like your endearment for Lee, but you solely believe in hope: in hope that one day, a world where you could roam with Lee and your team, and other people in Babylonia, without anything to destroy life anymore.

you leaned and kissed the corners of his mouth. one kiss turned into little kisses that littered across his jaw, up until the eyelids. your heart is heavy with endearment — you want to kiss Lee without hesitation, without a pause.

fortunately for you, Lee was already awake. the moment you started to touch him, he woke up from his slumber. but hearing you squeaking with joy, he let you have your moment. until you started kissing him anywhere but his lips.

jolting up, he took your wrist and flipped you over: you are under him, wrists lightly held above your head. “good morning, commandant.” said Lee, the raspy, morning voice making you smile with pleasure.

“good morning,” you replied, voice scratchy, “I think you made me lose my voice. how am I supposed to talk to the council now?”

“mm, that's not my fault.” he leaned down to nuzzle your exposed neck, breath tickling your shoulders, “I can tell them to reschedule. you need the rest after all.”

“still your fault. I still have so much to do.”

“why don't you do it then?”

you sighed, playfully rolling your eyes, “a certain someone made me lose the ability to walk.”

Lee lifted his head to reveal a smirk that made you want to wipe off of his face. “oh, really? that's unfortunate. would you tell me who it is?”

He let your hands go, still caging you in between him. deciding to play along with his game, you wrap your arms around his neck, laughing. “mm, well, he's good-looking. definitely an eye candy.”

“mhm, and?”

“he has blonde hair. a cute guy.”

“I think I get the image. what else?”

“a strange guy. he's also really shy but somehow switches personalities when there's no one else around.”

“really? that is a strange guy. I think you should stay away from him.”

“ah, I should, but that's a shame.” you mirrored his grin, “after all, he just told me that I should stay a little longer.”

a faint blush dusted his cheeks. he leaned down, lips closer to yours, that you could feel the thrumming of his heartbeat. “mm...if I told you to stay a little longer, would you?”

you pulled him closer, his body now touching on top of yours. two hearts now mirroring each other's beats. “I would,” you whispered, turning to kiss wherever your lips could reach, “I would stay with you.”

you wish you would. you wish it would stay forever like this: on a bed on a work morning, skipping whatever the hell was out for the both of you. for a split second, the image you had earlier reappeared in your thoughts: a white gown, a floral arc, an aisle, and the man in a suit waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

such thoughts shouldn't happen, but your heart, oh. you could never imagine the future without a Lee — Morian — in it.

“I love you, Lee.”

the three magic words that you've always wanted to tell him all the time. Lee didn't answer. instead, he nuzzles the warmth of your cheek. then the other. aiding him in his ministrations, your fingers tangle themselves in the softness of his hair. the shuffling of the blanket, the tangling of your legs. he moves downward now; kissing the edge of your jaw, to the crook of your neck, the dip of your clavicle. he looks at you, a twinkle in his eye as he kissed the back of your hand, to the inside of your palm.

he straddles you by the hips. you remember a construct's body may be different from that of a regular human, but to see the outlines of his torse, a transparent, glowing blue light from his spine, only made you look back at him with awe. you trace the outline, to which he holds your hand fondly.

“I've always seen you like a god.” Lee confesses. as he held your hand to his chest (his heart was beating erratically now), he spoke more of his feelings. “you have always been too kind to me, even though I can be brash and apathetic. you only show me mercy, and I don't even know how to repay you.”

“being alive and being here is enough for me.” you whispered, the pal of your hand flat against his erratic heart, “I can't imagine a life without Lee. without Morian.”

You felt his heart skip. He only chuckles, “I can't get enough of you saying my name. it feels...unusual.”

“I love you, Morian.”

He exhales. Taking your hand and kissing the palm of it once more, before looking at you with his tender cerulean irises, he whispers.

“I love you more, [Y/N].”

no one is alone here now. only two lovers, laughing under the sheets, incessant touches here and there, that only they can share with one another.

“w-wait!” you exclaimed, prying Lee away from you for a moment, “I forgot to give you something.”

Lee cocked his head, “what?”

you pecked his lips, grinning, “happy birthday, Lee.”

“really? that's it?” he laughs, holding your hips, “thank you, [Y/N].”

“I have a gift for you.”

“oh? what is it?”

excitingly rolling to your side of the bed, you pulled out a ribbon. looking at Lee, you carefully place the ribbon on top of your head. Lee's eyes darken with an expression you're now slowly getting used to.

“I'm your present.”

“...how am I supposed to open my present if they're already open?”

You wink, legs shyly opening. “there's more to come.”

and so, that was how your day goes, as the day bleeds into the nighttime. Lee doesn't know though, the real present that sits on your drawer, waiting for the right time to be opened.

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OH OH can I request what It would be like to have sunoo as fox hybrid? fluff please!🥹

fox hybrid ksn.

having sunoo as a fox hybrid is totally like winning a lottery, he is so fluffy and soft even in his human form he would be so cuddly. you can't help but wonder how he manages to keep himself from being a constant distraction to others. it's almost as if he's been blessed with some sort of natural charm that makes people want to pet him all the time.

fox hybrid sunoo is very very clingy to you and he loves to cuddle and he always wants to be as close to you as possible. sometimes you wonder if he's just using you as a convenient excuse to stay warm or if he actually likes you, but it doesn't really matter because you like having him around too. his soft fur feels amazing against your skin and his warm breath on your neck sends tingles down your spine. even when you're not touching each other, you can feel his presence. it's like he's a part of you.

fox hybrid sunoo is very playfuly and sneaky, he would always pull a little prank at you such as jumping out of nowhere and scaring you or hiding your favorite thing and only giving it back after you do something he wants, but deep down inside he is a loyal friend and would never do anything to hurt you on purpose. sunoo has a very distinctive voice, a mixture of a human's and a fox's, which makes him even more unique and charming.

fox hybrid sunoo is adorable, especially when he sulks and pout that plump lips of his. you can't help but want to comfort him and make him feel better. sometimes, he gets this cute little frown on his face and it just melts your heart. he has this way of making you feel wanted and needed, even when you're not sure if that's really the case. his big, round ears are always perked up, like he's listening to every word you say, and his bright, curious eyes seem to sparkle whenever you catch him looking at you.

fox hybrid sunoo has been curious ever since you kept him into the human world, he's never been away from his home before and he's eager to explore and learn about this new place. sometimes, he'll come up to you with big, innocent eyes and ask you questions about things he sees or hears, and it's adorable. you feel like it's your responsibility to teach him and show him around. you want him to feel comfortable and at home here, even if he'll always be an outsider in some ways.

though sometimes, fox hybrid sunoo is bratty and demands your attention, you can't help but love his spunky personality. when he's in a good mood, he's the most playful and energetic creature you've ever met. he'll run around the room, flipping his fluffy tail over his shoulder, and pounce on you, making you laugh uncontrollably. it's like having a little kid around, only cuter and furrier. even when he's being naughty, he's still so adorable that you can't help but forgive him.

fox sunoo is very attentive so he knows when you’re feeling down and he does everything in his power to cheer you up. he might nudge your hand with his soft nose, climb onto your lap, or even give you a little lick on the cheek. his presence alone is enough to make you feel better. when you laugh, he joins in with a little giggle that comes out as a squeaky sound, like a tiny version of a real laugh. he's not only cute and fluffy, but he's also incredibly empathetic and caring. you can't help but wonder what life would be like without him now.

fox hybrid sunoo is very protective towards you especially when you two goes outside for a walk, he always makes sure that no one would dare to harm you. even if they're just looking at you funny or giving you a weird vibe, he would instantly sense it and would be right by your side, glaring at them with those big, round eyes. it's both comforting and a little intimidating at the same time. when you pet him, he leans into your touch, closing his eyes and letting out a contented sigh that sounds like a mix between a purr and a sigh. his fur feels so soft and smooth beneath your fingers, like you could run your hands through it forever.

fox hybrid sunoo loves cuddle and physical touch, he always seek for it and when you give him that he's the most happiest creature in the world. His tail wag so hard that sometimes it knocks into things, and his little feet pat against your legs in appreciation. He's not just content with being close to you; he wants to be as one with you. He'll often curl up into a ball with you, using your body as a makeshift nest, and fall asleep with his head resting on your chest. When he's sleeping, his breath is warm and gentle against your skin, and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest feels impossibly soothing. It's like having a little angel curled up in your arms.

fox hybrid sunoo is often in his fox form but when he’s in his human form, he stands so tall, way taller than you, and his features are so delicate and striking that it's hard not to stare. His hair is a vibrant red, just like his tail when he's in his fox form, and it falls in loose waves around his shoulders. His eyes are a deep amber color, and they seem to hold a wisdom that belies his young age. In human form, he wears clothes that emphasize his tail and ears, like a short jacket or vest that leaves his midsection bare. He's confident and proud when he walks, but he still manages to retain that air of vulnerability that makes him so endearing.

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༊*·˚ sleepover | reggie peters (jatp)

★ summary → reggie had a bad day at home and you comfort him with his favourite movie. 

★ warnings → FLUFF for reggie but little sad bc of his situation 🫶 reggie deserve the world & some mentions of toxic household/fighting. 

★ hana’s notes → this is just a repost from my wp account :) i hope yall like this mwah mwah <3

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Take On Me by A-Ha was playing on the radio as you bopped your head back and forth, mumbling the lyrics under your breath. A magazine in your hand, and a pen in the other. You were drawing moustaches at the people that were featured on the papers.

The calm atmosphere was disturbed by a sudden knock on your door. "Who is it?" you answered not moving from your spot on your bed. 

The door creaked open but you were still concentrating on the magazine you didn't turn to look at the door. 

Suddenly, the bed dipped down as a body cuddled up with yours. The frame you knew very well enveloped you as his scent hit your nose, the few dark hairs peeking your vision. 

Your hear fluttered at the sight but it immediately fell when you were met with your boyfriend's sad eyes. 

"Aw bub what's wrong?" you cooed, letting your hand travel up to his hair as you softly ran your fingers through it.

He instantly dug his head on your chest, his hands squeezed your waist as you massage his scalp. 

Another few moments of silence, you softly asked, "Parents?" a frown made its way to your lips.

He softly nodded and got off your chest, turning to his side so that he could pull you in closer. 

"You smell really good." he muttered as you let your legs tangle together and nuzzled his face into your neck.

You let out a small chuckle and wrapped your arms around his neck. "You okay?" 

"Better now." he replied, his face peeking out and stared at you lovingly. 

A grin made its way onto your lips and gave him a little peck. He hummed flipping you so you're on top of him. 

You giggled when he ran his hand on your sides. "How about we have a sleepover?" you asked as you pulled away from the kiss.

"Really?" he beamed. He loves spending time with you, you are sometimes the only person that can make his bad day into a great one. 

"Yeah of course! We can have pizza, and watch Star Wars, we can cuddle, some popcorn also sounds nice.” you started to ramble your plan, not realising that he was staring at you not saying a thing. "Whats with the look?” you laughed.

"Have I mentioned that I am so deeply in love with you?" he said as he sits up, you now on his lap. 

Your heart melts at his words as you kiss him again, "I’m deeply in love with you too." you pecked his lips one last time before getting up. 

"Now sleepover time!" 

• • •

Popcorns were popping, pillows were fluffed, pizza has arrived, and last but not least, the movie has been picked.

This was your normal saturday sleepover, Reggie usually sleeps over at your house because sometimes the sound of his parents fighting was too much and you were more than happy to give your boyfriend comfort. Your parents adores Reggie, and didn't mind him sleeping over, they too know about his parent's banter. 

Ding!

The sound of the microwave brought you back from your daze as you took it out and went to your bedroom. You opened your bedroom door and saw Reggie engulfed in layers and layers of blankets with Star Wars : Return Of The Jedi playing.

"You look comfy," you laughed, making your way to the bed. 

"Babe! Babe! Hurry!" he exclaimed, excitedly.

Seeing him so happy has made you wonder why out of all the people, Reggie has to deal with shit. He's the kindest, sweetest and most caring person you have ever met. He deserves all the happiness the world can give him. 

Reggie must've felt a gaze on him because he turned his head around and saw your focus was all on him and not the movie. "What you looking at?" he cheekily asked. 

You didn't even bother being caught staring as you quickly answered "You.”

"May I ask why?" 

"Just thinking about how strong you are and that I am the luckiest person in the universe to even meet you." you shamelessly spewed out, heart beating out of your chest.

Reggie's heart skipped a beat, no one has ever thought that highly of him and to think you out of all people are feeling lucky to have met him, hell, he's so grateful he met you. 

"I love you" he beamed, kissing you. 

"And I love you... and our sleepovers." you chuckled feeling so utterly happy at the moment. 

And that's enough. 

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Boy of my Dreams | Haitani Rindou Headcanons

Word Count: 1.1k

notes: MINORS DNI !! fem reader, lots of pet names, suggestive, soft tooth-rotting fluff, Rindou is the softest boy

notes: this is very self-indulgant and screams "i am single" but idc i love Rindou with all my heart djfash ! also tenjiku haitani supremacy

- Rindou plays games on his computer a lot and loves when you sit on his lap as he plays, especially if you’re facing him and hugging him as he does.

Rindou was in the middle of a match, his headset hooked in and his deep voice prattling on about in-game actions and catching up with his friends. “Dude I’m not responding to that, my girl is right here” and you were, sitting comfortably with your legs on either side of him and your head curled into his neck. You could fall asleep right here, you almost were as you took in the smell of your boyfriend and cuddled further into him, your arms wrapped around his neck. “Shion says hi” he says to you. He hadn’t noticed how sleepy you were until you let out a little “mm hi Madarame” in response. “She says hi,” Rin says before flipping his mic up, turning it off, and setting his controller down. “You wanna go lay down, baby?” He asks you, his voice soft and caring. You shake your head, squeezing him softly, and nuzzle into his neck even more. “‘m good, finish your game…” you say, softly yawning. He chuckles, softened by your cute sleepiness. “Nah I’d rather cuddle with my sleepy girl instead.” He flips his mic down to talk with his friends again, “Hey guys imma go, I’ll be on tomorrow or somethin’” saying his goodbyes and signing off. “Alright,” he sighs, standing and picking you up at the same time, your legs wrapped around him. “‘s nap time.” he plops you down onto the bed and finds his place beside you, the two of you cuddling close until sleep takes you both. 

- He gets very excited to show you his new beats that he comes up with, playing them for you with a cute proud look on his face. even more so when you dance along

You’d never been the best dancer, always feeling too awkward to openly express the beat to a song when it came on. But something was different when it was just you and your boyfriend in his room listening to something he made. He’d texted you very excitedly to come over and listen to a new track he’d whipped up and of course, you came right away. Supporting his passions was important to you. “Okay okay so I was just fuckin around on the tables nothin' serious but I think I came up with something really good,” he said as he led you to his room, sitting you down on his bed as if he were about to break the biggest news. You got comfortable, sitting crisscross at the end of his bed, facing him. He was so cute when he was like this, his hair tied back in a small ponytail and his glasses sat on the tip of his nose. His excited smile to top it all off. He took a seat at his desk and spun around in the chair, opening up the recording he’d made earlier that day. “You just gotta listen im so proud of this shit babe I really think I got it this time,” You giggle at how adorable he’s being, earning you a side-eye. “Okay okay just play it already, silly!” Rindou lets out a sigh before pressing the space bar and leaning back to watch your reaction. The beat was good, really good. It reminded you of club music in the best way possible. You began to tap your knee with your eyes closed, getting a feel for the beat, before starting to move your body, standing up on his bed and dancing around as the music picked up pace. You looked down at him, the two of you sharing the biggest grin known to man. “This IS really fuckin good Rin, im so proud of you!” you say over the music, closing your eyes and getting really into it. He couldn’t help the blush that dusted his cheeks as he watched you.

- He’s very blushy and gets kinda flustered when you look all pretty for him. just for him. 

“how do i look?” you ask as you come out of the bathroom, doing a little spin for him in the new dress he bought you. You had your makeup and hair done, looking ready and prepared for your date tonight. Rindou was sitting on your shared bed scrolling through his phone waiting for you to finish up, now finding his eyes racking over your figure and his face heating up at the sight. He stands, walking over to you and pulling you in close by the waist out of impulse. “f-fuck, you just” he struggles, his eyes struggling to hold contact with yours. “you’re so fuckin pretty how am I this lucky?” His heart felt like it was about to explode as he tried to hide his flushed face behind the blonde and blue hair that framed it. You could’ve mistaken his pupils for hearts the way he looked at you. You felt so loved in his presence. “Rinnn…” you whine, shoving against him, “you can’t just say stuff like thatt” you smile as you lean in to kiss him, your lips meeting his plush ones. It was soft and full of love and want and desire. God, he loved you so much. and he wanted every part of you so bad. He tried deepening the kiss but you pushed away from him, catching your breath. “Let's wait till we get back okay, baby?” He reluctantly nods, his forehead resting against yours. “I just love you so much I can’t help myself…”

- he’s only ever possessive of you when it comes to his brother, he really doesn’t want Ran to steal you away - he enjoys when the three of you can hang out normally though. when his brother isn’t being scary and intimidating 

“She’s mine,” he says, pulling you closer into his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder, his brows furrowed and scowling at his older brother.   Ran laughs, brushing stray hairs behind his ears, “what? can’t share for once?” He says teasingly. You knew Ran was never serious about his remarks towards you so they never made you uncomfortable. Still, though, he really knew how to get under Rindou’s skin. “No.” Rin lets out, a slight pout in his voice that melts your heart. He gives you a squeeze and you cuddle back into him, letting your eyes close with a soft smile on your face. “She wouldn’t want your lanky ass anyway,” Rindou finishes, receiving a silent nose laugh from you. Ran scoffs, crossing his arms, “Keep talkin so I can beat your ass in front of your girl.” He says with no real threat behind his words. “So you admit it? she’s my girl.” hook line and sinker. You open your eyes just in time to see Ran roll his own before plopping on the other side of the couch, his ponytail swaying as he does. “Just turn the damn movie on, Rin. Damn always gotta be startin shit” he grumbles, and you let out a giggle, clinging onto Rindou’s tattooed arm

[inuiiwonderland]

You'll always be the one♡

Ran x fem reader

Angst to fluff

A/n: Here is a ran oneshot that I've been working on for the past few weeks!♡ also ran is a lovesick fool in this cuz I said so🙄

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This was definitely something you weren't expecting when you came back home after a date with ran.

Hell you didn't even know your mom was waiting for you to come back after you snuck out.

"So now you're sneaking out of the house? Not only sneaking out but with that delinquent boyfriend of yours?!" You stood in shock as you tried to find an excuse for yourself - but you knew that it was too late for that.

"Mom listen-"

"No, you listen here young lady! I am not just going to sit here and have you sneak out of my house in the middle of the night and come back 4 hours later after doing who knows what with that boy!"

"I know! And I'm really sorry for sneaking out but ran is a good guy-"

"Good guy? That boy is a delinquent! A criminal! Him and his brother have gone to jail for killing a man y/n!" All you could do was stand there as your mother scolded you. 

"I want you to break up with that boy" your head shot up as you stared at her with wide eyes.

"What?"

"You heard me, break up with him" 

"No-"

"Y/n, it's for your own good. A boy like him is not for you" She says as she walks up to you and caressed your face.

"Now leave that boy"

-

Now this is where it got you now. You look up at ran as a puff of smoke leaves his lips. Sensing that he was being stared at, he looks at you and smiles as he pulls you close to his chest.

"Whacha thinking about pretty?" He asks as he inhales another puff of smoke.

"M'nothing" You say as you lean more into his touch.

You are sure going to miss this

"I got something for you" You look up and see him opening the drawer that was next to his bed and grabbing something. You looked at him curiously as you saw a blue box in his hands.

"Close your eyes for me pretty" You felt your heart race at the nickname.

You will definitely miss this

You sat up and did what he told you. A few seconds later you felt him move your hair to the side and something cold came in contact with your neck.

Seconds later you felt his hands now both resting on your shoulders as he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"Open" The moment you opened your eyes you were met with your reflection. Ran held up a mirror to your face and that is when your eyes caught a beautiful necklace adoring your neck.

"Oh my" 

"Do you like it?" You could tell he was a bit nervous for your reaction.

"Do I like it? I love it! Oh my God ran this is beautiful" you say as you look at the mirror again. He smiled and you quickly pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you" 

"No need to thank me pretty" He gently grabbed your face before pulling you into a soft passionate kiss.

You completely forgot the whole reason why you were here as the kiss slowly gets heated.

"I love you y/n" He says as he looks at you.

"I love you too ran"

-

4:am

You couldn't sleep at all. You spent hours tossing and turning trying to get comfortable but nothing.

You felt awful. It's been a week after that talk with your mom and that sweet moment with ran but you still haven't broken up with him yet. 

You don't know what to do

You sigh as you feel tears starting to build up. 

I have no choice but to do it now

You grabbed your phone from the counter and flipped it open. You found ran contact name and took a deep breath before calling him.

…

…

…

"Ran"

"Yes love?" You could hear it from his voice that he was asleep and you felt bad.

"I-I…can we talk?" There was a short pause on the line and you could feel your hands starting to sweat.

"Sure I'll pick you up in a few"

"Okay…"

-

The air was chilly. You tighten your hold on rans waist as you see the beautiful lights of roppongi. 

Minutes later you both arrived at your destination. You got off and looked around and smiled when you noticed that it was the place where you both met for the first time.

"So what did you want to talk about?" He asks as he hugs you from behind. You both walk on the bridge as you admire the city lights.

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh

It Was now time

"Ran"

"Mm"

You felt your heart speed up and tears were already threatening to fall at any second. You turned around to face him and he could feel his heart drop when he noticed that you were about to cry.

"What-"

"I'm sorry" 

"Sorry? About what-"

"I-I can't do this anymore…I'm sorry ran but- we have to break up" At that moment ran haitani felt like his world had completely stopped and crumbled.

"What"

"I want to break up"

"Why now? Did something happen?"

You looked away from him, not wanting to see the pain in those pretty lilac eyes.

"I'm scared"

"Scared? Of what baby"

"Scared because…you are a gang member ran. I'm scared that I will be put in danger because-because I'm with you" 

You didn't mean it. You knew what you were getting into when you accepted rans confession 3 years ago. And you knew even if you were in danger, ran was always there to protect you.

"Have you always felt this way?" You looked up to meet his eyes and felt your heart arche.

"Yes" no you never felt this way

It Was quiet for a second. You both stared into each other's eyes and you felt like it was only you and him when you look into those pretty eyes of his.

"Fine" you quickly snapped into reality and watched as he tried to avoid eye contact with you.

"I'll take you home"

-

The ride to your house was quiet. You could feel ran occasionally squeezing your hand from time to time while on the way.

You knew this was hurting him more than he shows

You finally got home and hopped off as you thanked him for bringing you home.

It was awkward since usually after a ride you would kiss him and bid him goodbye. But now all you could do is slowly turn around and walk to the door.

You stopped dead on your tracks when you remembered that you still have the necklace he gave you the week before.

"Ran" He looks up at you as you walk back to him. 

"I think you would want this back" as you were about to take it off, ran stops you.

"No, keep it. I want you to keep it" You just nodded before thanking him again and walking back to the door.

You looked behind you one last time before walking inside your home.

-

After that break up with ran, you never really went out with anyone.

You started to focus more on your studies and made zero effort to go out or get with someone. Much to your mother's disappointment.

You finished school, graduated and made it to university. Then you graduated after that and got your dream job. 

In all those years, you never showed any interest in anybody. When guys would come up to you and ask you out or ask for your number, you would always politely decline and go on about your day.

There never was a day when you wouldn't think about ran. 

He was everything to you. The guy you loved with your whole heart. The guy you wanted to be with forever.

And you always wonder how he was doing after all these years.

-

"Y/n" You jumped in your seat when you heard your name being called. You look up to only see your co-worker, Sora, standing by the doorway.

"Oh, yes Sora?" 

"Just wanted to let you know that I'm going home for the night" She said as she wrapped her coat around her.

"Would you be okay here alone? Oh and your ride! If you want, I can wait for you-" You gave her a small smile and declined.

"No Sora, it's fine. I'll take the bus as usual"

"Oh y/n are you sure? You know I wouldn't mind staying here for an extra hour until your done with your work" 

"I'll be fine, but thank you for the offer" She asked you one last time before she left to go home.

You continued working for the next hour before you finally finished with everything. You got up and stretched before looking at the time.

12:00

"The last bus won't be there until 12:27" You whisper. You quietly packed up and made your way out the building. 

The moment you stepped out of the building, you were met with the cold breeze. It was the beginning of winter and you cursed yourself for not accepting Sora's invitation of her giving you a ride home.

You hugged your coat tighter around you as you walked to your stop. 

Finally arriving at the stop, you looked at your phone to check the time and smiled when you saw that the bus would be there in a few minutes.

You sigh in relief once the bus stops in front of you and you quickly hop in, but not before greeting the sweet old man like you always do every night.

You made your way to your usual seat and looked out the window as the bus started to move. As you were leaning against the window, you didn't notice the eyes of someone staring at you the whole ride home.

-

After getting dropped off and waving at the sweet old man goodbye, you started to walk to your apartment.

It wasn't a long way to get there since the nearest bus stop was only 5 minutes away

As you got closer and closer to your apartment, you noticed that the not so quiet footsteps were still following you. You picked up the pace but made sure it wasn't noticeable to the stranger behind you. 

You took a big deep breath and secretly took out your taser that you had in your purse for these types of situations.

Before the stranger could take another step, you quickly turned around and tased them as the stranger let out a high pitched scream.

You stare with wide eyes as you see it was a man. A man with short purple hair and a purple suit.

"S-shit did that hurt!" At the sound of the stranger's voice- you felt like you knew who it was.

"Ran?..." The male eyes shot wide as he looks up at you. You couldn't believe it. Even though he cut his hair and dyed it, those beautiful lilac eyes made it clear that it was him.

"Oh ran!" You say as you tackle him once again on his back. 

He quickly wraps his arm around you as you sigh in relief.

But the cute moment was cut short when he felt a hand slap his back. Hard.

"Ow!" 

"The hell were you thinking just creepily walking behind a girl like that!" He winces at the scolding as you hit him once again.

"Shit I'm sorry! Forgot how hard you hit" He whispers the last part but we're close enough to hear it. You quickly got up and helped him get off the floor as you quietly put back your taser in your purse. 

"And that taser- God did that shit hurt" You smirk when you remembered the girlish scream he let out not so long ago.

"And that scream-"

"We are not going to talk about that" you couldn't help but giggle as ran watched you with adoring eyes.

Once you calmed down, you looked at ran curiously.

"Why were you following me anyways??" At this sudden question, ran cheeks heated up as he looked away from you.

"I uh well- I was just trying to make sure you got home safe" You looked at him dumbfounded as he tried to avoid making eye contact with you. You then smiled at him and pinched his cheek which caused his cheeks to go red.

"You're so cute you know that?" He scoffed and rolled his eyes but you still smiled at him.

"How did you know what bus I take though?" He froze as the memories from the week before re played in his head.

"SANZUU" At the sound of his name being yelled out in the hall, sanzu quickly ran and hid as the person was getting near and near the room he was in.

"The fuck did I do this time?" He whispered to himself as he hid under a desk.

At the sound of the door to the room opening, sanzu held in his breath as an angry looking ran walked around.

"Where the fuck are you pink bitch" sanzu brows furrowed at the name. 

As ran was getting near his hiding spot, sanzu tried to walk to the opposite side where ran was standing. But the moment he tried to take a step- he sneezed.

"Shit…" Ran quickly ran behind the desk and grabbed sanzu by the collar.

"The fuck- let me go!"

"Not until you explain to me about that girl you tried to hit on the other day"

"What? What girl" This only made him angrier as he gripped onto the shirt.

"The girl at that one bus stopped that you and rindou met the other day" 

"Ohhh that girl! Yeah she was pretty cute but she didn't want me, I could've treated her so right-" and before he could finish his sentence, he was knocked out.

"It doesn't matter" 

"Oh, okay" As you both stood there in silence, the shiny thing around your neck caught his attention. His eyes widened as he recognized that it was the necklace he gave you when you two used to be together.

Following his eyes, you saw that it was the necklace he was looking at. 

"You still have it" You felt a wave of embarrassment go through your body as you shyly nodded.

"Mhm" was all you said as now it was your turn to avoid ran eyes. He smiles and he gently grabs your face to make you look at him.

"You still look as beautiful as you were back then" you could feel your heart pound against your chest as you look deep into his eyes. 

The sudden memory of you breaking up with him that night plays in your head and you quickly look away.

"Ran…about back then.." He waits patiently for you to go on and you take a deep breath before continuing.

"I didn't break up with you because I was scared…." His brows furrowed and you continued to explain.

"I broke up with you because of my mother. She didn't like the idea of us being together"

"So the whole break up wasn't your idea?" 

"No.." You thought he would be mad but the next thing he does catches you by surprise. 

He pulls you into a tight hug and you quickly hug him back. 

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be. It's all in the past now" You two stayed there for what feels like forever. Neither of you letting each other go.

"So.." 

"Mm"

"Since we're now adults….do you want to try again?" 

"I would love too" 

He smiled before pulling you into a deep loving kiss.

This time you two can finally be together without anybody getting in the way.

-

A/n: I kinda rushed at the end but I hope it still good

[bokkura]

I WOULD GIVE UP HEAVEN IF I HAD TO . chapter three

synopsis :: lee heeseung was your first love, if you could count a ghost as a love. he made you feel adored, he made you feel special. all despite the barrier between your worlds. but this all comes crumbling when your death day rolls around, and it’s revealed heeseung had toyed with your heart. being in love with another on the other side the entire time. now you’re stuck heartbroken in the land of the dead, with only a few newfound friends to help you.

and a really beautiful dead ice skater.

pairings :: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre :: ghost!au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

masterlist.

from that day forward you just forgot about the notebook. screw the notebook. he doesn’t deserve the honor of being cared about by you. even if he says it’s weird.

but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t trying to follow him again. if he can’t keep his end of the deal you won’t keep yours. and you’d really like to have a talk with mister holier than thou right about now.

you were currently sitting in your room, brainstorming how to get near sunghoon again. the land of the dead was weird. it was almost exactly like the land of the living, just where only a handful of the teens were able to reunite with their families. the rest had to fend for themselves.

it wasn’t hard, everything was the same except money was obsolete and there were only complexes where a new ghosts would live. sleep isn’t important to most ghosts, they don’t need it. it was only the new ghosts who did. the land of the dead was pretty much always awake with parties, clubs, and ghosts all about at all hours of the day.

you had your own dorm, it’s only a bedroom and you were lucky enough to be dead around the time there was a small amount of new ghosts. they were usually divided by age groups as well, most of the new ghosts were at least double your age.

your friends liked going to your dorm, it was a place to relax that wasn’t the forest or the diner. the only downside is your constant obsession with sunghoon, as they put it.

jake flips over in your bed, looking up at you as you bite your lip in thought. “what has you so obsessed with him anyway?”

“i’m not obsessed, that makes me sound weird.” you pout at him, “and i just find it interesting how mysterious he is.”

“interesting or attractive?” yunjin winks at you, and you have to resist the urge to throw a pillow at her,

“don’t,” you whine out. “i’m sure plenty of new ghosts find interest in him.”

jay shrugs, “yes, but they usually stop when he seems obviously uninterested.” well you weren’t like that. your mind was set on something and you had to have it. you also like to distract yourself after heartbreak, and playing detective with a mysterious ghost is a good distraction.

it took you a few days of searching his regular spots. the little retro themed diner downtown, the convenience store coincidentally near jay’s dorm, the library, the forest. though you didn’t check the forest well, it’s quite huge. so that’s where you’re headed today.

he’s usually on the outskirts, sitting on the benches by the water fountain where the entrance is. it’s a popular place for the younger ghosts to go. but as always recently, he’s not there. but you decide to go deeper, because after all he found you the other day.

you walk into the woods and put your hoodie up, looking around as you walk for his tall figure. you just hope he doesn’t see you before you see him, if he’s even in here.

you don’t know how long it took before you saw someone; maybe five minutes, maybe half an hour. it feels like time passes slower but simultaneously quicker in the land of the dead. despite the many times your friends reassured you it’s all in your head. everything was so new to you it was messing with you.

when you see them you quickly hide behind a tree, peering around it just a bit to watch them. they look a little shorter than sunghoon, wearing clothes with a little more color in contrast to sunghoon’s sheer white top and black pants. ghosts are stuck in the clothes they died in.

something you noticed about sunghoon is he always looks kind of wet. even though you’ve never gotten close enough, you’re sure he’s dry, but his clothes stick to his body weirdly and his hair looks damp. this person in the woods looks completely dry, it can’t be him.

“i told you to stop.”

you gasp and turn around, finally seeing the boy you’ve been looking for. “stop scaring me like that!”

sunghoon rolls his eyes and brushes past you, he knew you were going to follow him. “i’ve noticed you get scared easily. how about you stop being so jumpy instead?”

“so now you’re noticing things about me, huh? who’s the stalker now?” you wait for his response but like all of your other logical questions he doesn’t answer you.

“and yes, you did tell me to stop. but you also said you would be my friend.”

“i didn’t say that,” sunghoon rolls his eyes even though you couldn’t see him. “i said i would think about it. you don’t know if i haven’t or not.”

“you can’t expect me to keep up my end of the deal when you don’t!” you probably look very silly right now. any normal person would just stop, at least that’s what sunghoon thinks. but you just refuse and he has no idea why. there’s nothing special or interesting about him.

sunghoon stops walking but doesn’t turn around to look at you. “why won’t you just stop? really, i’m just one spirit out of countless here. there’s someone more interesting than me you can bother.”

you take this opportunity to walk in front of him, taking note of how he avoids your eyes. “i find you interesting.”

“why?”

you tap your chin in thought, “i don’t know how you died.”

sunghoon sighs, “no one does.”

“exactly! tell me.” sunghoon just shakes his head with an unamused laugh.

“i like to stay to myself.”

“okay mister mysterious,” sunghoon can’t hide the confused expression from setting on his face this time. you’re an odd little ghost. he knew you were knew, but he could usually shake off new ghosts easily. they’re impressionable and listen when they think there’s a power imbalance. “why are you always in the forest?”

“why are you always in the forest?” he rebuts, lifting his brow.

you squint your eyes at him, “it’s calming. your turn.”

“it’s calming.” sunghoon’s face remains stoic as he speaks and you hate it. you want a reaction out of him but he continues to deny you. you’re getting what you want one way or another. “how did you die?”

you roll your eyes at him, “really? i’m not answering that unless you do.”

“you’re childish.”

“you’re unfair!” you jab back at him, and you swear you see the corner of his lips twitch.

sunghoon hums and walks to a nearby tree, sitting down against it. you just watch, unknowing what to do. after a moment he looks up at you expectantly and you sit beside him.

“you first.” sunghoon’s voice is softer, quieter. you feel like you’re getting somewhere but you push the excitement down. last time he screwed you over.

you think for a moment, how the hell do you phrase this without seeming like someone desperate for a cheater? “i died from alcohol poisoning.” sunghoon looks at you curiously but doesn’t push the topic. everyone knew the gist of why you died, just not how,

“your turn.”

sunghoon sighs and rubs his palms on his pants. being closer to him you could let your knee touch his without seeming too weird — his clothes were wet. “i’ve never told anyone this.” he leans his head against the tree and gives you a stern look that tells you he may kill you again if you share this story.

“then why tell me?”

sunghoon leans closer and out of instinct you lean back, eyes going wide with how close he was getting. “do you want to jinx your chances?” you shake your head quickly and he laughs, genuinely laughs. it’s small and it’s short but it’s a laugh and you mentally pat yourself on the back.

he stays silent for a moment before clearing his throat. “well i was an ice skater, a pretty good one too. not to brag.” sunghoon smiles fondly at the memories, but his face turned sour quickly.

“anyways, even though i had to train a lot for competitions i still did it during a lot of my free time. it was my passion.” he can’t help but notice how intently you’re looking at him. you seem like you’re actually listening to him.

“it was christmas eve, it was cold outside and the pond near my house was frozen over. my parents were out buying last minute things for christmas dinner.”

sunghoon stops and looks forward, staring at who knows what for a few seconds. “are you okay?” he seems to have forgotten you were there, looking at you dazed for a second before nodding,

“i haven’t even relived this myself. but i should face it.” you smile gently at him but he looks away, avoiding your kindness. “the ice was thin i could tell, but i figured just a few minutes wouldn’t hurt. but it broke and i fell through. it was deeper than i thought and no one was home to notice.”

your eyes soften and out of instinct you want to reach out to grab his hand. but you know that would for sure weird him out even more, “that must’ve been very painful.”

sunghoon laughs, “you think? but it’s fine, there’s no pain anymore. i’m just constantly cold and wet which isn’t the best feeling. but it bothers others more than it bothers me by now.”

“really? can i see?” you slowly reach your hand out to touch his shirt when he swats your hand away,

“don’t push your luck, y/n.”

your eyes widen, “you know my name?”

“who doesn’t? you’re the girl who killed herself for heeseung.” that stung. he said heeseung’s name like it was venom that stung him leaving his mouth. is that how people really knew you?

“i didn’t kill myself for him.”

“that’s not what he says.”

you scoff and pull your knees to your chest, “you’re going to believe a cheater?” you mumble, resting your chin on your legs.

“well i’ve never been told the other side of the story.” you look at him and raise a brow. “care to tell me?”

“since when did your hostility disappear?” it’s like a switch flipped with him and his stoic look is back. when he stands up you know you’ve done something wrong but you swear you said it playfully. “wait, sunghoon!”

he doesn’t wait this time, he doesn’t walk slowly like he expected you to follow him. he just mumbled something about you judging him quickly like everyone else before he’s lost in the trees.

taglist: @adoredbyjay @natalunae @bluriki @boyfiejay

[beaker1636]

K is for Kitchen Table - Vinny

AN: Here is the next part of The Alphabet Game, hope everyone enjoys, it had me giggling as I wrote it! My husband and I are debating if they lost or not, my husband said they didn't lose as it isn't until the next morning they got caught but I said they did. Let me know below if you think Vin and Lottie succeeded or failed at their letter!

Edit: I promise this is the right story this time, that I didn't accidentally copy and paste the Chris Fluff in it again!

“Lottie finally messaged in the group chat with us girls, said things are better and that they are visiting Vinny's family.  She said she is ready for their letter as well if you have an idea of what we should send them,” Mia tells Chris, pulling him into a hug from behind as she looks at him with a smile.

“I’m glad things are looking better for her, I hope the break really helped.  Think we should give them something crazy, or something fairly easy?” Chris asks her, thinking out loud.

“Could do kitchen table, nothing that crazy.  If they can’t during the day then they could sneak down there in the middle of the night or something,” Mia suggests, smiling when Chris turns and wraps his arms around her.

“I like the way you think, that is better than any ideas I had… sucks they weren’t here last night with everyone else but I get why,” Chris says softly. Sometimes as the leader of the group he feels like he is responsible for their problems, and knowing Lottie and Vinny are struggling with something has been weighing on him.

“At least things are getting better for them, I’ll let her know what their letter is.  Lottie also agreed that they’ll come visit us tomorrow once they get back so we can check on them.  All is well Chris, promise.” Mia gives him a soft kiss before pulling away from him.

When she starts to wander away Chris laughs, watching her as she limps slightly in the process. “Was trying to pull one over on me and taking charge worth it?” He calls.

She just flips him off and heads towards the bathroom, where she was about to take a hot bath to soothe her aching muscles before she got distracted and had to tell Chris she finally heard from their friend.

“So Vin, Mia told me that our task is Kitchen Table? That might be a bit hard considering where we are,” you say softly, curled up into his side while the two of you watch his mother cooking dinner. Making sure that she can’t hear what you said.

“That’ll be easy, so long as we are quiet we will just do it tonight when everyone is in bed.  They all sleep upstairs so it shouldn’t be that hard,” he responds, his hand resting on your thigh.  

This break away has really been good for you mentally, with everything going on you just needed to get away from work, from social media, from everything and his family is always so welcoming when you visit.  You have met them a couple times but this is the first time the two of you have made a trip out of it and you are loving it.  Feeling even closer to his wonderful mother than you were before, almost feeling like you actually have a family.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help mom?” you ask her, feeling slightly awkward calling her mom still but she insisted that is what you should call her. “I feel bad just sitting here while you cook.”

“Nonsense dear, you are our guest. Plus it is your last night with us, let me take care of it okay?” She says, giving you a warm smile where you sit.

She adores you and Vinny together, she can tell that you really are in love with her son, that you treat him well.  She can also tell that Vinny is absolutely infatuated with you, she notices the way he is always watching you, making sure that you are enjoying yourself.  The two of you are absolutely adorable and she is glad that he has found you.

You listen to Vinny and his father talk about something, you aren’t even sure what, but take comfort in listening to the two of them.  You are enjoying that they all get along so well, his brother and sister also present and in the dining room present and welcoming you warmly.  They all have made you feel right at home. 

“Dinner is ready,” his mom says, setting the last dish on the table before everyone starts to dig in.  His family all tell you funny memories they have with Vinny, some that have him blushing while you can’t help but look at him with a smile.  Squeezing his hand under the table as a silent thank you for bringing you to spend the last few days with his parents.

You and Vin volunteer to take care of the dishes in thanks for the lovely meal, refusing to take no for an answer when his mother insists that you are a guest and shouldn’t have to.

Before you know it the kitchen is clean, his siblings have gone home to their houses, and his parents are in bed for the night.  The two of you in his childhood bedroom, curled up with each other in the small bed giggling as he tickles your sides.

“I think this is the happiest I have seen you in awhile,” Vinny says softly, his breath ghosting over your face as he lets go of his teasing grip on your sides.  His eyes meet yours with a smile, hoping you can tell how sincere he is at the moment.

“It is, thank you for bringing me here.  Your parents have made me feel right at home, like part of the family.  I have really enjoyed this Vin,” you respond softly, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss. “I really needed this break away from everything, for loving me and helping me through the funk I have been in.”

“Of course, I am here for you both during the good and the bad baby, I love you,” he acts like he is going to leave a kiss on your cheek but then licks it, making you laugh all over again.

“God, you're so weird, but I love it.  I love you,” you say softly.  Your lips now actually meeting each other this time as you both continue to lay on your sides close to each other in this tiny bed.

 “I haven’t heard anything in awhile, I think mom and dad are actually sleeping.  Are you okay with still doing this?” He asks you, slowly pulling away from the kiss so he can look at your face.

“Yeah, how are we doing this though?” You ask him, a slight blush gracing your cheeks as you can’t believe that you actually are agreeing to do this.

“Well, I figure we do a lot of the work up here and then sneak down for the actual sex on the table.” He says, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.  Admiring how beautiful you look when you are actually happy like this, you may not have your hair done or makeup on but you look stunning like this.

His lips find yours again, slowly molding with your own as he takes his time.  Not wanting to rush this as it’s the first time you two have done anything since your breakdown the other night.  He wants you to not feel rushed, like he is actually enjoying doing this with you, which he is.

He moves slightly, pulling you on top of him and is happy to find that for once you don’t protest the fact that he is under you.  Instead you lightly grind your hips against his, both of you gasping at the friction from the act.  Taking advantage of that his tongue finds yours, slowly molding with your own as the two of you continue what you are doing.  Both of you taking your time as you rub against each other, as your hands begin to explore each other like you are doing this for the first time again.

His hand moves from your hips, sliding underneath the tanktop you have on against your bare skin before settling on your breasts.  Happy when he remembers that you had already taken your bra off for bed tonight.  He gently cups them, squeezing and molding them in his hands as your lips continue to move against his.  Your movements against his hips telling him that he is doing something right, that you are enjoying this.

His fingers now lightly tease your nipples, making them harden beneath his touch before he slides the bottom of your tank top up enough that he can remove his lips from yours and wrap them around one of your now hard nipples.  You gasp, not expecting the sudden shift that he made but enjoying it, finding yourself grinding your hips against his at a harsher pace.  

“Shit,” you gasp, feeling yourself getting close from just rubbing yourself against him while he continues to toy with your nipples.  Even you are surprised at how well this feels when you can let go of your thoughts and focus on the moment.

“Want to try something new Lottie? Sit up for a moment for me,” Vinny says softly, helping you both sit up, you on his lap.  “Grind yourself on my thigh baby, you were enjoying the friction before.  Let me watch you fall apart on me.”

Before you can protest his lips are on yours as he shifts you so that your thighs are draped over one of his, his kiss distracting you as he moves slightly, pulling you down on his thigh so that you feel that pressure again. His hands settle on your hips as he makes you shift against him, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

“That’s it, keep going baby,” he says, brushing hair out of your face before you move, burying your face in his neck as your hips continue to rock, bringing you friction that you need to climax.  Getting close you let out a whimper, trying to keep yourself quiet so his parents won’t wake up and hear what the two of you are doing.

“Cum for me Lottie,” he says softly, somehow the command does it for you and you come undone on his leg, shuddering as the orgasm washes over you.  You lightly biting the skin of his neck to keep yourself from moaning out into the night, trying your hardest to be quiet.

“Fuck, that was hot.  What do you think, are you ready to head downstairs?” He asks you, your only response being to whimper a yes in his neck, still coming back into your senses after you come down from your high.

Both of you quietly make your way down the stairs, making sure to try and keep all noise to yourselves in hopes of not waking his parents.  The thrill coursing through your veins, you didn’t expect to be so aroused at the thought of possibly getting caught, it doing more to you than you cared to admit.

As soon as you step foot into the dining room Vinny helps you settle yourself on the table, quickly stripping you of your panties and shorts before stripping himself of his own.  Stepping between your thighs as he teases you, rubbing himself against your damp folds. 

“Remember, we have to stay quiet Lot, think you can do that for me?” he whispers, right before he sinks himself inside of you.  Both of you biting your lip to hold back groans that threaten to escape you.

Your back slides against the cool wood as he starts pounding into you, figuring the sooner the two of you get off the sooner you can rush back up and not get caught. But also finding that he is enjoying the thrill that is running through his veins, he can’t remember the last time he took this risk in his parents home.  Even in his teens he never dared to try anything outside of his room.

The two of you do your best to keep quiet as you both draw closer and closer to your releases. Vinny reaches down to roll your clit between his fingers, groaning when he feels you grow wetter at the action, feeling you clench around him as you draw close.  You can’t help the couple of whimpers that slip out of your lips, it's just starting to feel too good, and you are so close.  

Vinny can tell what is coming and he rushes to cover your mouth with his hand when your second orgasm of the night hits you, which wound up being a good thing as you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you come undone around him, clenching around his length in a way that has him finishing behind you, leaning forward to pull your lips into a kiss.

The two of you take a few moments to collect yourselves before rushing to slip your clothing back on and making your way upstairs to his bedroom after cleaning up the table, covering up any evidence of what you had done before cleaning yourself up in the bathroom upstairs.  

Both of you now spent, and cuddling up laughing about the fact that you actually did that and somehow was not caught.  Neither one of you realizes before falling asleep that you have forgotten something.

Next Morning

Vinny wakes up before you the next morning and decides to let you sleep in, slipping down to the kitchen to get some coffee from the pot that he knows his mom always makes in the morning.  She has always been the first one to wake and always makes it, some things never change.

He gets his cup and sits down at the table, glancing up to notice his mother smirking at him from the other side of the table.

“Did you two have fun last night?” She asks him, laughing when he damn near spits out his coffee and starts to blush. 

“Mom, what? How?” He sputters, struggling to ask her how she knew.  He made sure that he cleaned the table damn well and that the two of you were quiet, how the hell did she catch you.

“Oh, you may have forgotten her panties down here.  Don’t worry, nobody else has woken up yet so your secret is safe with me,” she says cooly, taking another sip of her coffee before pointing at where they are balled up on the floor.

“Oh god,” Vinny groans, pocketing them before anyone else wakes up and notices.  Hell he doesn’t even intend to tell you that until after the two of you have left their house later this afternoon because he knows you, you will panic and not want to show your face at his parents again.

[healerelowen]

Hello hello! I wanted to write more Second stoat card Au, but I also need to work on the ask prompts. Second stoat card won. So now I have some fluff for you all. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and have a good rest of your day/night!

Being a stoat wasn’t exactly as bad as you had originally thought. Although there were things that were inconvenient such as random jumps, flips, and spins. Along with the almost constant need to hunt. 

P03, or the stoat as he is now called, wasn’t enjoying its time as a stoat at all. He never really was too fond of organics, with you being an exception. Although you would never admit it, he was actually rather adorable as a stoat. 

“Damn it!” the stoat screeched after it had done another unexpected jump as you approached. “What do you want?!” You let out a small huff, “You seem uptight. Do you-” The stoat cut you off, “Hell yeah I’m uptight! We’re both stoats! And it’s all because of that stupid beast that we call a Scrybe.” 

You hummed, then padded up next to the stoat and sat down next to him,”Is there any way I can help you right now?” The stoat’s expression softened, then he rested its head on top of yours,”Just stay here with me.” 

You gave him a small smile before leaning into his soft, white chest fur, “Sure, I can do that.” You both stay like that for a while, simply enjoying each other’s company. 

Crickets chirped outside as the pale sky darkened, casting the forest into a husky darkness. “How long do you think it’s going to be until the next challenger arrives?” You asked softly, hoping not to set your partner off into another tantrum. 

The stoat huffed, “It’s probably going to be forever for them to get here. Let alone free all four of us.” You nodded slightly,”I wouldn’t expect anything less.” You murmured. 

During your time at the cabin, you had learned that the other two Scrybes, Grimora and Magnificus, were also turned into talking cards along with you and P03. Grimora had been turned into the Stinkbug and Magnificus had been turned into the Stunted Wolf. 

Although all of you had your own views as to why this was happening, you had no idea why Leshy was doing all of this in the first place. ‘Maybe it has something to do with that “Old Data” he mentioned?’ You thought to yourself as the stoat wrapped his tail on top of your own. 

“But hey, at least we have each other. And that’s all we need, right?” You tried reassuring your love, you always hated seeing him this upset and seemingly powerless. “Right.” The stoat murmured, although he didn’t seem convinced. 

He pulled away, “You should probably rest. If the challengers are going to take forever to get here, you may as well get as much sleep as you can.” The stoat started to pad away but you scampered in front him, stopping it in its tracks. “Oh no you don’t! You’re going to rest with me.” 

The stoat smirked and sighed dramatically, “Do I have to participate in your organic activities?” You chuckled before speaking, “Yes, in fact you do.” The stoat playfully huffed, “Fine.” He said before scampering off and hopping onto a tabletop on the further side of the cabin. 

You followed him and struggled to get onto the table, before the stoat pulled you up and let go once you found your footing. You took a few steps closer to the other side before, laying down, the stoat shortly laying down next to you, your fur brushing his. 

The stoat rested his head on its paws, while you rested yours on the back of its neck. “I love you.” You murmured, you heard a muffled, ‘Love you too.’ from the stoat. You smiled before you closed your eyes, letting sleep drag you away in comfortable darkness.

[lovesatoru]

SLEEP BABY

featuring: EREN JAEGER

content: FLUFF, GN!READER

word count: 739

a/n: i have had this drabble in my head for months so finally!! woo!! based on this old post of mine <3

“Eren, I’m back!” you yell out, preparing yourself for the usual excitement your arrival causes.

Typically the moment you step foot into your shared apartment, you hear him run from whatever room he was in. As soon as he makes it to the doorway he’ll bombard you with hugs and kisses all over your face no matter how long you were gone. Whether it be five minutes or five hours, he greets you just the same. It was always a good day when you get to come home to someone who is just overjoyed by your mere presence.

The lack of noise took you by surprise and had you second-guessing if he heard you call out. You would be lying to yourself if the lack of celebration for your mere presence didn’t disappoint you a little. You just love opening the front door to those sweet, green eyes that look at you as if you’re everything he could ever want and more. You’re almost positive that the love you hold for him also shines through your gaze. Coming home isn’t going back to the cute, little apartment the two of you managed to score last year. Coming home is merely getting to run into his arms, exchanging sweet kisses, and seeking comfort in that warm, fuzzy feeling rushing throughout your entire body whenever you see his face.

“Ren?” You quickly hang your coat up by the door before locking it, “Hello?”

You walk down the hall, looking around for him. Surely he would have texted you and told you he was heading out, not that he needed to but he just likes to let you know what he’s up to in general. Turning the corner, you peek into the kitchen and the living room, but there was no Eren to be found. Maybe you should start making flyers with “Missing: Eren Jaeger. Age 22. Reward $5. Please return to (Y/N) (L/N) if found.” printed on them. You giggle to yourself at the mental image in your head as you peek into your bedroom only to be greeted by the most adorable sight.

Eren’s lying on the left side of the bed, his side of the bed, on his back. Long, brown hair that appeared to have once been pulled back is now all sprawled out on the pillow with a few pieces in the front framing his face. His mouth is slacked up a little, he might’ve even been drooling for all you know, and he is shirtless underneath the covers. On the right side of the bed, a pillow is there in your place. He is tightly holding onto it, cuddling it just like he does to you every single night.

You quickly pull out your phone to snap a picture of him. God, could he get any cuter? And right after the thought enters his mind, you conclude that, yes, he can! He mindlessly scrunches his face up, similar to a grumpy little kid, and flips over to his side while keeping the pillow in his grasp. Now satisfied by the change of position, his face softens into a content expression as he pulls the pillow even closer. Burying his face into the pillow he nuzzles it, bending his knees up a little as he does so.

You let yourself enjoy the view for a minute, absorbing everything one last time before walking over to the bed pulling the pillow away, quickly taking its place, which wakes Eren up. You’re facing him and he blinks a few times, not quite registering what exactly is happening in his sleepy haze. When he comes to, his face lights up at the realization you are home.

“Baby,” he says, voice both raspy and soft, but still laced with enthusiasm “You’re back.”

With a soft smile on his face, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him to press a lazy kiss on your lips.

“Missed you,” he mutters in between kisses, still grinning. He’s so gentle in every single way as his lips move against yours. His hands roam your back, sneaking up your shirt to caress your skin. You find that your arms have made their way around his neck while you’re all pressed up against his shirtless frame as he deepens the kiss. He always tastes so sweet, even with his sleepy breath.

“Missed you more.”

[crimson--cascade]

So! Since Techno’s origin is a rabbit, I thought I’d give y’all some bunny facts because I’ve worked with many different types and have been trained in grooming and care for them!

To get the most annoying one out of the way first…

RABBITS SHOULD NOT EAT FULL CARROTS. This is a common misconception, and I do not know how it got started, but carrots (especially large amounts) are Not Good For Rabbits! It’s like giving a toddler 10 king sized candy bars! It will make them hyper and more feral! There is So Much Sugar!

Now onto the less egregious ones:

1. As a wild rabbit hybrid, he would not have lop ears! If you are drawing him as a domesticated lop, that’s fine. And if you’re drawing lop!techno, his ears would fall straight down. Full bred lops (every variety, from French to Holland) ears are born standing straight up, and around 2-4 weeks flop completely, a processing that is known as Lopping. Some little babies will have Airplane Ears, but fully grown lops have large ears that go straight down and rarely lift up.

2. If you are drawing wild rabbit!techno, keep in mind what climate he is from!!! Wild rabbit’s ear sizes tend to be large, but are not comparable to the body, rather to the climate in which they/the species they are have evolved to live in. The hotter an environment, the bigger the ears! Speaking of, a rabbit’s ears are their main receptacle of heat, which is why they are so veiny and large- they siphon out the heat their furry body cannot handle.

3. If you are wanting to write/draw origins fluff with Techno, here’s a few quick tips! Rabbit’s favorite petting spot is the head, grooming is both an act of affection and dominance (the one grooming is typically more dominant), and the most love you can show a rabbit of any kind is by petting and kissing their ears, because that is the only spot most cannot groom themselves (lops being an exception), so other rabbits have to do it for them. It’s a tedious task for a rabbit, so going out of your way to pet and groom their ears is a very strong act of love. Also, swiping a rabbit across the nose is an easy way to get them to knock off whatever they are doing!

4. Hares! Are! Not! Rabbits! They are lagomorphs, yes, but they are not rabbits! Similarly, jackrabbits are hares! The main difference is that hares are bigger and bonier, with larger hind feet, larger ears, and denser fur. Their torsos are longer, and they are the most equipped of the lagomorph family to handle extreme heat.

5. Bunny noses aren’t like dog or cat noses! They are very sensitive, but also keep twitching at almost all times. Rabbits can sleep with their eyes open, and one of the only ways you can tell if they are truly asleep is by seeing whether or not their nose is still twitching

6. Rabbits cannot swim! 1 of the 30-some variations of cottontail rabbits can swim, but no other breed can. It weighs down their fur, which has 3 layers and really really doesn’t dry without assistance, and leaves them extremely prone to temperature changes, which can be instantly lethal.

7. Binkies! Binkies are when an extremely content and happy rabbit jumps up into the air, spins around mid air, and flips back down. It’s one of the cutest things a rabbit does, and it means they are happy and loved and feel safe with you. Look up videos of this, trust me, it’s fucking adorable.

8. Flopping! Similarly to binkies, when a bunny flops onto their side, it means they are very content and happy and comfortable. It looks like they’re dead at first, but I swear they aren’t.

9. They chew on anything and everything, though I’m sure this one was known already. I will attach a picture below of my rabbit’s absolute madness when I left him alone for half a second.

10 (and finally, unless I think of something else to add later). Rabbits have absolutely terrible eyesight and depth perception! They cannot tell if something close to them or far from them! This results in a severe lack of spatial awareness that results in a lot of knocked over items. It also means sometimes they jump into things instead of onto things.

And I hope this covers things! Below I will, in fact, attach pictures of my baby (and some others I’ve worked closely with) for comparison!

[levis-tealeef]

“embrace,,

levi x reader | fluff

ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ - levi needs some comfort, and of course y/n shall give it to him ><

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A/N: it’s been a hot minute i apologiSE- i am currently writing a few different things but can’t promise when i’ll post them- but they’re on their way :] i’m in the middle of writing… five different things :,)

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warnings: -

600+ words

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levi wasn't one to really ask for things that felt silly. he was worried about rejection and that you'd find his requests bizarre. even if that request was something as simple as a cheek kiss.

now, he knew he was being silly. the two of you kissed all of the time, but when days were busy and the two of you were either surrounded by others or being far apart, it was difficult to have the intimate moments you both loved. so when the time finally arrived that he could have attention, he was beginning to get annoyed at himself for his shyness.

he watched you as you flipped through the pages of your book, your eyes focused on the story you were reading. you hadn't noticed him as far as he was concerned. he fiddled with his shirt collar, his gaze drawing down to his feet. he heaved a sigh, wandering over to his desk where he, yet again, fiddled with some pens and putting them in the pen pot.

you peeked at him over your book, a slight tilt to your head. he wasn't one to fidget. "levi?"

he hummed at your call, looking over at you.

"is something the matter? you seem agitated..." you put your book down on the side table, sitting up a little more.

"agitated isn't... the correct word." he mumbled.

you looked at him curiously. in all honesty he looked a little... shy? how adorable.

"then what is?" you patted the spot next to you, to which levi complied and sat down on.

"... i'm not sure." he sighed. he wasn't good with words... actions spoke louder in his opinion. if only he could muster up the courage to ask for your embrace.

"do you want a hug...?"

your hesitancy gave him a small dreaded feeling, but he shook it away. how did you know? he was certain you were a mind reader or something.

with a soft nod he looked at you, then down towards the ground. "mhm..." his fists were slightly bawled. embarrassment? disappointment? he didn’t know why.

you left him no more moments to hesitate or reconsider his answer. with a gently embrace you brought him into your arms, squeezing him comfortingly whilst rubbing the small of his back. saying you adored hugging levi was an understatement. it was a feeling of uplift. it made you happy… you didn’t know such a simple thing could bring such a happiness.

but as it was, this simple thing also lightened up levi’s spirits. even just by the tiniest of bits. he wrapped his arms around you, returning the hug. with his head rested against yours he let out a deep sigh, his eyes closed and his stature slowly relaxing from its previous tensity.

the two of you masked into silence for a few longing moments after that, taking in the others presence. it was almost therapeutic, as if all the worries of the world had gone away. all because of a simple hug.

“… are you upset about something?” you whispered after a little while.

he hummed. “not necessarily… i just wanted your comfort.” he murmured against your shoulder, giving you a small squeeze.

your heart melted at that. “really…?” the happiness in your voice was radiating, even though your response came out as a sigh of relief.

he nodded. “it’s… relaxing.”

you couldn’t argue with that. “well, we can hug as long as you wish~” you pecked a soft kiss on his cheek.

“as long as i wish…?”

you nodded. “mhm~”

he hummed, looking towards you with an unsure gaze. “can… i have another cheek kiss?”

you giggled. “of course you can~” you complied with his request and gave him another kiss.

“and another?”

kiss.

“and… another?”

kiss.

“another”.

kiss.

“another-“

“levi~” you whined, smiling. “i’ll pepper you with kisses, i promise~ just…” you gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, making him look at you with a bit of bewilderment. he couldn’t complain though. “shh~”

he cleared his throat and nodded. alas, he got as he desired, practically showered in kisses for the rest of the day until the stars said hello.

[anika-ann]

His Lucky Charm - Pt.1

Type: (mini)series, slight AU, ‘met in a café, but with a twist’

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 5700

Summary: The thing that brought you two together was your concern for him to ever get married.

Steve’s new (girl)friend is a little too obsessed with his good luck. He finds it sweet and utterly adorable. She’s like his personal lucky charm. And by god, does he feel lucky to have her.

Hint: he should.

Warnings: allusions to smut (so at least 15+), tooth-rotting fluff, awkwardness, a bit of cliché, language

A/N: I know I promised to start posting the soulmate AU, but I’m an impatient brat, so... here? A counteroffer 💕 Also, divider by me, I’m very proud 😅

Story masterlist

Warm. Content. Full. Comfortable.

Those were the first words that came to Steve’s mind as the haze of sleep dissipated bit by bit. His senses picked up on the different feel of the mattress he was lying on, curiously distributed light he registered even behind his closed eyelids, soft periodic breathing reaching his ears and tickling the side of his neck.

Despite the unfamiliarity of his surroundings, his instincts didn’t ring with alarm bells. Because your perfume enveloped him, your scent and the last remnants of lovemaking still hovered in the air, making Steve’s lips spread in a smile, his stomach flipping in excitement.

Last night. Another date. You not protesting in the slightest when he didn’t want to part just yet, his goodbye kisses growing longer, desperate to commit the taste of your lips to his memory before he’d leave for a mission. It was a struggle to do that over the console, in the limited space of the car, and so you invited him in, only shooting him a sly smile and nodding with a wink when he eyed an overnight bag on the backseat.

It was always fun to watch your playful side break through the shy exterior and Steve was rather pleased with himself every time it resurfaced in his presence, counting it as a sign of trust. A sign of you being comfortable enough with him to reveal a piece of you which usually stayed dormant. And yesterday night, you allowed him to see much more, exposing yourself to him in the most intimate ways, while he eagerly drank in every new piece of the puzzle that was you.

He still had much to learn about you, but he already knew for sure that engaging with strangers on a whim wasn’t your style. With people you didn’t know, you rarely spoke beyond exchanging pleasantries; however, that didn’t equal ignorance. Your kind heart still cared.

In fact, the thing that brought you two together was your concern for him to ever get married. He still had to chuckle when he thought of it.

“Merlin’s beard, look out! Do you want him to never get married?“ a female voice snapped Steve from his reverie, his gaze – previously glued to the book in his hand – lifting.

His eyes were met with a sight of the café empty except for two women; one he remembered from behind the counter, the other he didn’t recognize.

And he’d remember her; even with the frown on her face as she stalked to the one he knew and who was cleaning up in a startlingly short distance from him, considering her hadn’t noticed.

But he’d notice you; and he’d remember if he met a woman like you before.

“Huh?”

“The broom, Mary!” you cried out silently, only causing your colleague to look at you as if you lost your mind.

As far as he was concerned, Steve was the one who lost something – a track of time. He must have been too engrossed in the story to notice the other customers leaving one by one. He felt the tip of his ears turn red.

“…the broom?” the woman repeated dully, confusion coating her features.

“You shouldn’t brush over his shoes with it, or under his outstretched legs!”

Steve, already feeling guilty and embarrassed, lowered the feet he instinctively lifting to make space as quick as possible.

“Because that’s gonna ruin it for him… have you seen that pretty face and that body?”

He shifted uncomfortably as the woman, Mary, good foot taller than you, smirked and gave him an appreciative onceover.

You, on the other hand, spared him only a short glance, your eyes briefly meeting. Steve’s heart skipped a beat – but it had nothing to with discomfort. Even if indignant for some reason – for a superstition? –  your gaze was kind and at least didn’t make him feel like a zoo animal.

You sighed, gently urging her to skip Steve’s table and its surroundings. Mary lifted a challenging eyebrow in response, awaiting your answer.

“That—that’s not the point, Mary.”

Wait, did that mean that you agreed with Mary’s words? Wrong question. Steve was a source of a dispute here, he should intervene somehow. He cleared his throat, both Mary’s and your gaze turning to him; one curious, one mesmerizing. 

The words ‘pretty dame’ flickered in his head. You were pretty and you were watching him with casual interest. He physically felt the tips of his cheeks turn pink.

“May I have a say in this?”

“Why of course,“ Mary smiled slyly, tilting her head to side, while you simply nodded, eyes never leaving his face.

“I might have got too lost in the book, I’m sorry. It’s time for me to go anyway, so why don’t I move from your way and get something to-go to make up for it? If there’s any baked goods left?”

“We’re sorry for disturbing you-“ you rushed to turned it around, either because you were genuinely a nice person, or because you had the ‘customer is always right’ rule deeply ingrained in your behaviour.

But Steve was already rising to his feet, carefully placing the book back to the shelf, shuffling from the booth and awkwardly avoiding the broom: just in case. You must have noticed, because a small satisfied smile adorned your lips.

Pretty dame. Speak, punk.

“No, no, like I said, if there’s someone who should be apologizing, it’s me.” And because he really liked the brownie he had before and wanted to repay for the inconvenience (and have an excuse to talk to the woman who hadn’t been at the counter when he arrived), he asked again, glancing at you hopefully. “Can I check out if there’s anything left?”

As you made space for him, your expression fell – a thing Steve did not like in the slightest. Even the tiny smile had worked like a charm, sending his heart fluttering.

“Oh, we already cleaned up. But I have some stuff in the back-“

“Never mind then. I don’t want you to go through the trouble, miss…?”

He bowed his head a fraction, purposely looking at you through his eyelashes. He couldn’t help the pleased hum that rumbled in his chest soundlessly when your gaze shied away, lips pressed together briefly before you revealed your name.

“It’s- uhm, it’s no problem, Mr…?”

“Steve,” he reciprocated, his smile widening when you seemed flustered by his attention.

But how could he not watch you? You were such a sweet thing and so nice to him… caring for him not to end up like a hundred-year-old bachelor—oh wait, he already was that. But he liked that you didn’t seem to know that; or that at least you were pretending not to know for his benefit.

“Nice to meet you.”

“The felling’s mutual. Now, wait here. Hopefully, I have just the thing…”

When you brought a generous slice of apple pie that smelled of heaven, Steve was already halfway in love with you. And when you grinned at him playfully, saying he seemed like a guy to like things the American way, he couldn’t even feel disappointed that you in fact did know his identity. At least you let him pay instead of the obnoxious ‘it’s on the house, because you saved the world’; even if you did give him considerable post-closing-time discount, one which he made up for with the tip.

As the door closed behind him and the crisp autumn air fanned over his face, he glanced at you through the window, his grin so broad it threatened to tear his cheeks. Unaware of his eyes on you, you facepalmed, hiding your face in your hands, as if flustered over whichever part of the interaction with him you found embarrassing.

If you only knew. If you only knew that acting the way you did, naturally and a little sheepishly, made the piece of apple pie worth gold.

You still got embarrassed by something you said or did, which had you hide your face in your palms, but after five dates, Steve was free to grasp at your hands and pull them away, kissing your palms and telling you it was alright even if he was barely holding back laugh.

Now, the tug at his lips was insistent as ever. You seemed so peaceful and content he had trouble getting up to shower. It was still way too early, but sleep avoided him and he didn’t want to wake you, even if his fingers itched to trace your smile.

He did love that smile; he recalled all those questions people asked about what a person noticed first about others. For Steve, it tended to be a smile. And seeing in on your lips even now as you wandered through the dreamland tugged at his heartstrings.  

It was beautiful. You were beautiful and despite how his first attempt at asking you out had been, he was allowed to admire you from the most intimate distance now – and from the most intimate angles.

It was only the third time he brought baked goods to the Tower in the evening, when Natasha smiled at him somehow knowingly. He just shrugged at her wordless call-out, saying the apple pie and cinnamon rolls were simply too exquisite to miss out on.

Naturally, he meant that; your baker skills, as he learned, were impeccable. But he also meant that you were too exquisite to miss out on. You and your smile. You usually weren’t at the counter when he arrived – and you revealed upon his bewilderment that you were in the charge of baking, thus spending the majority of the time in the back – but you would come out for him to wish him a nice evening or to comment on a book he was reading. He cherished that.

The seventh time was right before a mission; Tony, Nat, Clint, Bruce and him were heading out. Steve walked into the room for the final debrief, carrying a whole box of muffins, sweetened with your bright smile and an extra white chocolate chip brownie for him to try.

Not one person on the team complained; Clint even appreciatingly patted him on his back. It was Nat once more, who as they were leaving the room leaned to him stealthily and whispered he should probably just ask the girl out.

Powered by the successful mission and the expression of utter relief and joy on your face once he showed up in the café four days later, he listened to Natasha’s advice.

Few words were exchanged as you pushed a – this time completely free – piece of apple pie in front of him and seated yourself to the opposite side of the booth to keep him company before the dough for cinnamon rolls rose to perfection. He let his eyes roam your face as you told him about the newest recipe you tried, his heart humming in his chest, content.

You certainly were on a shyer side, but Steve liked it and he enjoyed getting you talk about things you were passionate about: mainly books and baking. He also found out you were the author of the signs by the bookshelves, reading: wipe your fingers before you touch my pages. Sincerely, what used to be a tree and now serves as a door to fantasyland. He found the signs incredibly endearing – and practical.

He was so fixated at the twinkle in your eye and at the little mole on your cheek he barely noticed you stopped talking.

“What? Do I have flour on my face again? …are you okay?”

Steve blinked several times, chasing away his haze, taking a deep breath.

“No. Yes. I was just thinking. Would you… would like to have dinner with me sometime, maybe? Or lunch? Or… something…?” he trailed off, voice betraying him when your lovely smile dropped, replaced by the briefest flash of horror.

His heart plummeted to the floor, his own face falling in disappointment; an expression he quickly tried and probably failed to fix, unlike you. Your smile was back, if a little uncomfortable, and Steve hated his sharp eyesight registered the few inches you leaned away from him.

He was an idiot. A complete and utter idiot. He fucked it up. You weren’t interested in him like that It was the irony of fate; maybe, unlike many women he met, you were interested beyond his public persona; but not beyond some sort of friendship.

“Steve, I—I don’t know, this- I-“ you babbled, visibly gulping and Steve not only cursed himself for reading way too much into the kindness you treated him with, but also for crossing a boundary you had set without him noticing. The initial shock on your face would stay ingrained in his mind forever.

He had to fix it.

“No, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-- it’s… it’s okay. It’s okay. I understand.”

He would swear your hand twitched as his own clenched on the table before he quickly retreated it, hiding the display of negative emotion. Almost as if you wanted to comfort him; but he knew he was only seeing things he wanted to see; just like when he thought you might say yes.

“No, Steve, I-- I don’t think you-“

“Forget it, alright?” he said hastily, forcing the corners of his lips rise even if his body felt as if it shrunk back into its original size sans serum. He was just as clumsy as all those years ago too; almost knocking over his empty plate when he scrambled to rise to his feet, humiliation creeping up his neck.

“It’s fine. No hard feelings. Just an idea, because I think you’re… you’re really great and beautiful,” he whispered unwittingly as he glanced into your soft eyes, so soft and apologetical. He shook his head at his loose tongue. “Anyway… I, uhm, I’m gonna go now.”

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

He thought he might have heard you call out his name, voice low and gentle, but he didn’t turn back, like a coward, stepping out of the café swiftly.

“Dammit!”

His heart clenched painfully when he glanced through the window, seeing you still sitting in the booth, face in hands for an entirely different reason than the first time you met. Double dammit.

Fleetingly, he thought that maybe your colleague Mary had brushed him over with the broom and cursed his luck with the ladies forever.

He could remember it in annoying detail, the expression on your face; but that was in the past. His gaze could momentarily feast on your much more amiable features, unashamedly, and of that, he wanted to recall every detail as well. Cautiously, he slipped from under the covers, finding his overnight bag and pulling out his sketchbook.

He might be leaving for a mission today, full of violence and blood, but he could capture this tranquillity. He could try. You’d have something to remember him by for the few days and his hands and his eyes would recall every line of your face, your hands, your silhouette under the covers – every stroke of the pencil against the silky paper.

One line blending to another, just like your smiles blended in his mind.

He avoided the café for shamefully many days after that, which meant no delicious baked goods from the café were delivered to the Tower.

Tony pouted, missing his sugar, Clint unwillingly moved onto packets of cookies from a store, Bruce probably hadn’t noticed. Natasha kept her eye on Steve at nearly all times, a furrow to her brow, but fortunately didn’t comment on it.

When he finally gathered his courage – read ‘when he missed you too much, not having realized just how important the bright minutes with you had become to his sanity until he caught himself searching for a recipe for rose cupcakes’ – he stood in front of the door for long enough to a couple behind him meaningfully clear their throats.

He could have cleared the way and take a run for the hills, but he wasn’t one to back out. Not when he was already there; not when his gaze fell on the bookshelves, your signs on the top of them like a beacon.

Maybe the signs said much more about you than met the eye. You were to be handled delicately and he had failed to see that, trying to touch you with his sticky fingertips. He could cherish your moments together without breaking the rules, without asking more of you.

He ordered his usual simple black joe and a slice of apple-pear pie, having a hard time ignoring Mary’s meaningful looks.

“Will that be all or should I throw in a good word for our master baker?” she hummed casually as she tapped on the register. Steve wasn’t proud of how slack his jaw went at the remark, but it was what it was.

“A good word it is. She’s been keeping a small box with the best pieces on side for you, you know? Just always ended up giving it to the nearest shelter with the rest of the leftovers neither of the employees wanted.”

You had? The image lifted Steve’s spirits in an instant. So you weren’t mad at him for running for the hills after making an ass of himself?

At his silence, Mary spoke up again; with a smirk, she told him someone would be with him shortly.

He sat for good five minutes before your figure peeked from behind the staff door, hands smoothing down messy hair before you made your way to him, his pie and coffee prepared to perfection.

Steve hated the reluctance you smiled at him with – but felt a spark of joy light up in his soul when you did.

“Here you go, Steve,” you said quietly, placing the items in front of him carefully and Steve felt another jolt of pleasant warmth.

He didn’t know why, but a part of him expected you’d choose a more formal addressing; it was sweet to hear you speak his name softly. He missed it; it was hard to remember why he had stayed away, despite the slight awkwardness.

“Thank you.”

“Can I sit?”

Isn’t this your café, sort of, flashed through Steve’s mind, the words fortunately staying put.

“Of course. I’ll… be glad if you do,” he said instead, rewarded by your nervous smile, your hands fiddling together; a gesture he recognized by now.

“I just… we don’t have to ever talk about it again, but please, let me apologize. For how I reacted ´when you, eh, when you asked me out. I was… I’m sorry. I truly am.”

Steve gulped, his heart stuttering.

Yes, it hurt; it hurt still, because here you sat in front of him, perfectly in his reach and yet untouchable, but when your genuinely apologetic gaze set on him, he would let you get away with murder.

Hey, you don’t have to explain anything, he wanted to say, but he couldn’t force the words out, even if he would have meant them.

“I, uhm, I got… I was taken aback and my fears and insecurities got the best of me and I—I’m sorry,” you continued with reluctance, a brief self-depreciating smile passing your lips.

Steve didn’t even have the mental capacity to bask in that smile, too taken aback by your words, pieces of a puzzle falling in place.

He had got it wrong. He had it all wrong and he hadn’t let you explain.

Fears and insecurities, you said. Steve knew these well; insecurities had been his loud companions since the beginning of his days when all the girls looked the other way than his sickly body was; and as for fears… who didn’t have them.

It was surprising you spoke the word, though. Fear. In a way Steve wasn’t quite able to decipher, he understood what at least one of the fears was. Most women these days were starstruck by him, overly friendly just to get a piece of Captain America. Then there were women who were too shy to speak up, shooting him a smile and steering away. And then there were women who were simply intimidated by his presence; perhaps shy too, but they thought further – they thought about what getting involved with a man like him might mean, friendly or further.

It wasn’t just about his enemies learning about someone whom Steve deeply cared for; it was all the heartbreak that came with getting emotionally involved with a soldier: seeing him beaten up, dealing with an incredibly irregular schedule, the constant bite of what-if; what if this particular moment was the last one you two would share.

Apparently, you were the third type. And as painfully inconvenient as that was to Steve, he couldn’t hold it against you.

Even if the hope he had stomped on, all the hopes he had been keeping up before you turned him down, now started rising again. Something about the sleepiness of your words, the look in your eyes… it told him that despite the fear and insecurities, there was a maybe.

‘Maybe’ was a dangerous thing.

“I understand that it is probably beside the point now, but… if you ever decided to ask again…” you trailed off hesitantly with the meaning of the words obvious, hands still fumbling with nothing. “Okay. Enjoy your coffee and pie.”

Giving him another fleeting smile, you turned away to leave.

Steve knew that maybe was a dangerous thing. But not today.

He felt as if fireworks went off in his chest, loud, overwhelming and bright – but beautiful. A brilliant smile spread on his lips as he silently called out your name. You stopped in your tracks, wavering before facing him again.

“Would you like to go out with me sometime?”

A surprised delighted chuckle escaped you before you mirrored his expression, nodding gingerly.

“Yes. Yes, I’d like that, Steve.”

Five dates in, Steve could say with absolutely certainty that he had fallen for you hard – but the landing in your lovely smile was nothing but soft. He fell for the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled, how they sparked with mischief when you teased him, how you turned bashful if you thought his compliment went too far. You had him addicted to your lips, to your perfume, to your gentle touch that turned demanding and greedy when passion tried to take over.

And yesterday you were both willing victims of her clutches; giving in to the desire pleasantly dancing in his lower abdomen since date one, having been growing with every minute in your presence, you let him take you in every way imaginable. Frantic hands and sloppy sensual kisses trying to sate the hunger built between you were followed by slow caresses and languid love making.  

He could tell he had worn you out, his ego generously inflated by the fact; a goofy smile adorned your lips by the time you were lying in bed, cheek resting on Steve’s bare chest, arm sprawled over his ribs. It was a good night.

He didn’t watch the clock to know for how long he had been drawing, but you started stirring on occasion and he knew he should hurry if he wanted to shower before you woke up. He didn’t want to waste the precious time in your company once you were awake by something as mundane as showering. Unless you’d join him in the stall.

Now that would be another gorgeous moment to capture.

You trapped between him and the tiles, wet hair sticking to your temples, expression a testimony to your pleasure he’d bring you, streams of water cascading down your body, warming you up where he couldn’t.

It was hard to erase that made-up image from his mind; after all, he hadn’t chosen to be the poster boy they had once made him. Steve was far from a virtuous man and since he got a taste of you last night, lust and greed were on the top of the list of his sins.

Shaking his head, he quickly finished the drawing, laying it carefully on the nightstand before rising to his feet at last and glancing at the clock. If he was quick, he’d still have about three hours with you; that could never be enough time to spend with you, but it certainly was enough time to try to coax you into giving in to his advances. Because a mere visual of you wouldn’t satisfy him; he wanted to taste you again, to feel your hands on him, to breathe you in, to hear you cry out his name.

He wanted every single one of his senses to soak in all that was you for when the roar of a fight would try to consume him instead.

Climbing into the stall, he smiled to himself as he recalled how last night went; if that was any indication, you wouldn’t need much convincing.

He found you siting on the bed, your back to him, clad in the shirt he had carelessly discarded on the bedroom floor last night. The mere sight of you in his clothes would be enough to stir arousal in his abdomen, but from the corner of his eye, he could see the drawing was gone, making his stomach flip for a whole different reason.

You were clearly looking at it, too engrossed to hear him enter and Steve couldn’t help a small bite of insecurity. He loved drawing and liked to think he was pretty decent at it, but this was you; he didn’t spend enough time looking over his creation to judge whether he made you justice. What did you think? Or did you find it creepy? After all, he had watched you sleep, scrutinized you just to capture every beautiful imperfection…

His steps were purposely louder, enough to alert you on his approach, but not enough to startle you, he thought: but you sat like a statue with your eyelids shut, lips barely moving. Before Steve could worry about if you were trying to settle some startle he had caused by the drawing, your lips ceased their movements altogether and you let out a loud exhale, eyes fluttering open.

A yelp ripped from your throat, hands releasing the single sheet of paper, a fleeting expression of fear covering your face before a chuckle shook your form, all traces of a startle wiped away.

“Merlin’s beard! Steven! You scared the crap out of me!”

Steve wanted to feel sorry and would like to address the strange state he found you in – but your carefree laugh and the absurd swearing would distract even the most determined of humankind. He felt heat rush into his cheeks as he shuffled to you, while you gingerly lifted the drawing and set it next to you on the bed, an adoring smile on your lips.

“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely, but you only tore your gaze away from his little artwork, irises twinkling as you looked up at him.

Steve wished to save the image into his memory forever; you, sitting on the bed dressed only in his shirt, more buttons undone than done, gazing up at him with admiration.

“No need. And this is beautiful. When you said you drew sometimes… this wasn’t what I imagined. You’re really talented.”

He basked in your praise for a moment, not keen on missing the opening for a compliment.

“Could be just the model, you know,” he hummed, taking your hand and lifting you to your feet to give you a kiss on lips as a good morning. You responded a little reluctantly at first, palms falling flat on his chest, but when his arm circled your waist to pull you closer, you leaned into the kiss with a smile.

Steve revelled in it for a moment, just a simple press of your lips to his, an intimate caress of new lovers that somehow touched him in his very soul. This must have been what happiness tasted like. He wanted to commit it to memory.

“Good morning to you too, handsome,” you spoke, letting him feel your words.

“Morning, beautiful.”

You pecked his lips shortly, patting his chest gently as to ask him to release you from his embrace.

Yeah, Steve didn’t think so. You shot him a playful eyebrow and he let go of you with a sigh, not at all content you went to ruminate your drawer. So unnecessary to get dressed when he planned to just take it off you again. To be fair, the fluffy socks were very cute and when you slid into them, his shirt shifted and offered him a lovely peek on your underwear. He was happy to watch for now.

“So, are you gonna keep it with you?” you asked with a grin, nodding towards the drawing. Steve’s felt his eyebrows crease in confusion. Huh?

“Why? I thought you liked it?”

Had you said it only for his benefit before? Was it that-

“Oh, Steve. I do, so much!” you assured him sincerely, erasing the distance between you. “But… you know. You could take it with you to remember me by?”

Steve’s heart stumbled in his chest, the corners of his lips twitching. How absurd was to think he could forget you? As if he hadn’t memorized every inch of your skin he had the chance to feast his eyes on yesterday night, every inch of flesh he had the chance to touch… if you wanted him to remember better, you could let him relearned it… about right now.

Your next words made his eyes snap up from your thighs where his gaze involuntarily slid to.

“To keep me close. For good luck.”

At that, he felt the infamous butterflies flutter their wings in his stomach.

Of course. For good luck.

Steve couldn’t hold back the wide smile that spread on his lips when he recalled all the times you had made it your mission to assure the influx of good luck his way.

You, slipping every single penny you ever found when together right into his pocket.

You, nearly dislocating your shoulder as you forcefully tugged him away when he was about to step on a crack on a sidewalk.

You nearly dislocating your other shoulder when he was about walk under a ladder; Steve had been cautious not to be so careless since then, because the last thing he wanted was to hurt yourself trying to save him from misfortune.

Your shockingly quick reflexes when you caught a salt shaker he almost tipped over during dinner.

The sweet blessing you had in the hall of your tiny apartment speaking of only good people being welcomed there.

The way you met to begin with, your indignation at the mere possibility of Mary brushing him over with a broom and thus ruining his chances at marriage.

And now with the drawing. You truly were dedicated; which meant you were either a little crazy or already a little bit in love with him, just caring about his wellbeing that much. He liked the latter idea better.

You were like his own living and breathing lucky charm.

“You think I’m ridiculous, don’t you,” you stated self-depreciatingly, gaze falling to the floor as a tiny smile adorned your tempting lips, your fingers toying with the hem of his shirt.

Steve couldn’t but smile back, finger sliding under your chin almost unwittingly. He liked you shy, but he liked looking into your eyes much better. They fascinated him. You were an expressive person in general, but your eyes… you could convey so much emotion with one single gaze.

Reluctantly, your eyes met his, flickering to his lips when his thumb brushed over your own.

“No, I think you’re cute and sweet. And it really warms my heart that you care so much for my well-being and luck.”

“Of course, I do,” you whispered as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Maybe for you, it was. He felt the same way. Surely you must have known?

“Well, do you want to know a secret?”

“…it is something classified?”

“Extremely,” he teased and you pouted at the playfulness, before kissing his thumb, causing his heart to stutter at the tenderness. “No, it’s not.”

“Okay. Tell me the big secret, Steve Rogers.”

Steve couldn’t help the smirk despite meaning every word. “I haven’t stopped feeling lucky ever since you said yes.”

“Steve…”

You got so beautifully flustered at that. Steve wondered if your heart was beating as fast as his, the confession of deep affection resting on the tip of his tongue. But he couldn’t say it, not now when he was about to take off again; that would be cruel. And if he didn’t hear it back, he’d be jittery, disappointed.

No, he could wait. He would wait until he could tell you later, when maybe you’d say it back and he’d show you in every way known to men how true his love for you was.

For now, he would just kiss you. He was dying to kiss you again. To make love on you again, to drink in the sight of you, succumbed to pleasure he was giving you, to taste his name on your lips when your welcoming warmth squeezed him tight and made his see stars.

“So very lucky…” he muttered as he finally replaced his thumb with his mouth, lips sinking into yours, hand pushing on your hip until you took the hint and walked a few steps back, a startled sound escaping you as you met the wall, caged between the solid surface and his body. Beautiful softness to Steve’s serum-gained muscles, every inch of you that touched him lighting his body on fire.

“So lucky…” you echoed when he released you for air and Steve revelled at the dazed expression of your face that cleared only minutely. “You promise to wear it on you then, right? In your suit?”

Steve chuckled at your insistence, but dropped a small kiss on your forehead before he pressed harder against you, one hand cradling your head, the other squeezing your waist.

“Yes, I will. Now will you let me make love on you before I go? For good luck?”

One corner of your lips quirked up, a mischievous spark twinkling in your eye. Steve liked you mischievous too.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. You read about that somewhere or-“

“Just a theory I’d like to test… with you.”

You melted against his frame, eyes softening, lips inviting as you were the one to kiss him this time, instantly yielding and parting your lips when wordlessly asked.

Yeah. Steve felt very very lucky.

Part 2

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