#so happy for fall back i get an extra hour of sleep ❤️

[whomstdvelynt]

my determination to stay up for both 1AMs is the only thing keeping me going rn

[danikamariewrites]

Hey loveeee ! How are you ??

I wanted to say first that, girl, i love your writing, liké every single time i see one of your posts, i have this stupid big smile on my mouth !!

Could i ask please please please some azriel x short reader headcannon ??

Bye !! ❤️

Azriel x short!reader headcanons

A/n: Hi anon! You’re too sweet that made me so happy I hope you like this 🥹

Warnings: some smutty thoughts so 18+ pls

Az thought your height was one of the most adorable things about you

You barely come up to his chest

He literally looks at you with heart eyes

Acts like your personal bodyguard whenever you got out

You had wandered off to the bar by yourself once at Rita’s without telling anyone

Azriel’s sense we’re heightened when he noticed you were gone

He went full spymaster mode when he couldn’t find you in the crowd

When he sent his shadows out people started to panic a little

When Az found you he was so relieved he hugged you so tight to his chest, “I’m never taking eyes off you again.”

Now he has a shadow that follows you all the time now

You didn’t have the arm strength to climb things when you couldn’t reach high shelves so the shadow became your little pet, getting things for you and making sure you were ok 24/7

When he takes you flying for the first time you were a little scared

What if he dropped you? Or what if you slipped through his arms?

“Baby I promise I won’t drop you. I’ll hold on to you extra tight, promise.”

Az holds you tight when he isn’t flying

He loves just picky you up, you laugh and cling to him

Az’s favorite way to just casually pick you up is with one arm like around your thigh so your basically sitting on his arm. You rest your head on his shoulder and kiss his neck which makes him blush

Az loves that you’re not afraid to get close to him

When you first started courting each other he was afraid to get close to you. He was scared that he would hurt you and when he told you that you said, “I’m not afraid of you Az. Just because I’m short doesn’t mean I’m some delicate thing.”

You loved stealing Az’s clothes

His hoodies were so long on you, they’re your favorite to lounge or sleep in especially if he’s away

The first time you wore his hoodie and sweatpants he laughed at how big they were on you

His bed is huge!

Since he has the biggest wingspan he needs the biggest bed

Az liked his space. The first time you slept over he was amazed at how much room you took up

You move around a lot in your sleep and at one point in the night you were sideways with your legs on his stomach

Hours later Az was still up and you had moved closer to him. He let out an annoyed huff, but that’s when you moved one last time

You wrapped your arms around him and laid your head on his chest. Az had froze bc he was so overwhelmed at the intimacy of being this close to someone

Relaxing he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head whispering ‘good night’

Of all things that woke you up! You lifted your head to look at him, realizing you were on top of him, “Sorry Az I can get off” “No,” he cuts you off, “I like this.” You gave him a sleepy smile laying back down and immediately went back to sleep

Az stayed up for a little while longer watching you sleep and playing with your hair

You like to stand on chairs or tables so you can be taller than him

When you are “taller” you like to hug Az to your chest like he does with you and pulling him in for a kiss

Az loves kissing the top of your head, forehead, and the tip of your nose. You always blush if he does all 3, and when he does all 3 he whispers, “absolutely precious.” It makes you feel special

Az wraps a wing around you when you sit on the couch and read together

You always end up falling asleep, he’s just so warm and his wings are so comfy

NSFW from here (18+ only)

Like Cassian, Az absolutely has a size kink but it started when you two started dating

When he towers over you looking down at you with his eyes full lust, backing you against a wall he’s instantly hard (and your soaked bc he looks like a dark god)

You love when he wraps his hand around your throat bc it fits your whole neck (your fav necklace)

Az loves that he can manhandle you and put you in any position he wants while he fucks you

When you ride him he’s still in charge

He holds onto your waist and bounces you up and down on his cock

“That’s it baby, I got you.” “Such a perfect little doll for me.” “Yeah, you like it when I use you like this huh?”

[live-laugh-lenney]

No bc george would be soooooo insanely protective over his baby girl, please do a story about george being sooo protective over his little baby girl ❤️❤️

oh, absolutely!

george adores her.

and he never thought he'd love anyone as much as he loved yn... until his little girl came into the world, with a healthy set of lungs on her, in the early hours of a friday morning. he felt his heart double in size at the sight of his girlfriend holding their newborn baby, in a hospital bed on the midwifery floor of a hospital located in just outside of the centre of london, and it was a sight he never wanted to forget.

from the moment they brought her home, snoozing in her carseat and tucked beneath a blanket with her name stitched into the corner, he was careful with everything he did; from the way he held her, to the way he laid her to sleep in her cot, to the way he picked her up, to the way he fed her. he kept a watchful eye on everyone that held her to make sure they held her correctly, informing them when he wasn't happy with how her head wasn't being supported correctly or how they were being too loud around her, and he was always very weary about those wanting to get a peek at her when they were out in the city of london... he wanted to keep her safe, wanted her to be okay, and his dad instincts were in full swing as soon as they were allowed home with her.

so when she got to the age where she was walking and, just about, talking... he was even more watchful than ever. especially when her favourite people were over.

for her second birthday, they threw her a mini birthday party in their back garden. with food, drinks and enough toys and games to keep everyone entertained and happy, and the weather managed to hold out for them, making it the most perfect day to celebrate.

"please don't throw her around like last time," george warns arthur as he stood there with his hands held up in surrender, "and don't claim you can't remember a thing. she had a big egg on her head for over a week."

"that wasn't strictly my fault," arthur insists and george rolls his eyes, "it wasn't! honest."

"george, leave him alone, for goodness sake. i'm sure he's still a bit traumatised by what happened," yn states, rounding the corner with their little girl on her hip and watching as her face lit up from where arthur was standing in the entryway of their home, "who's that, sweet girl? is that uncle television?"

"i really need a new nickname," arthur says, reaching forward and taking the toddler from her mother's hip which allowed yn the chance to move around much more easily, taking the extra weight from her side, "hello, mini clarkey."

"everyone's already here, in the garden, grab a chair from the dining room because we don't have enough out there," george closes the door as the three of them make their way through the house, aromas of meat cooking as well as spices and the smell of a barbecue filling the air, "don't go mucking around on the bouncy castle with her, too. yn insisted we had it for her birthday but i'm not so sure."

"a bouncy castle? that's a nightmare waiting to happen with us lot in the garden," arthur cackles and yn smirks in his direction, "get a few drinks in us and we'll be having more fun than the birthday girl."

george disappears into the garden, leaving yn and arthur standing in the kitchen, the toddler on his hip playing with the collar of his shirt as she wriggled on his hip.

"just ignore him, he's just being protective over her. another year has flown by."

"i'm not called funcle for nothing," arthur laughs and digs his fingers into the little girl's side, laughing when she giggled back at him, "shall we go play in the garden?"

"food will be ready soon, don't wear her out too much otherwise she'll fall asleep in her dinner."

"like father, like daughter," arthur jokes and yn snickers at him, "if you need help, give me a shout." xx

[thehollowwriter]

Summary: Poll winner. Some Silas and baby Finn fluff, with accidental angst (Lamentations' lovey dovey shenanigans have kept ya'll too happy)

Word count: 1982

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤️)

Pup

If there was one word to describe how Silas felt right now, it would he antsy. Tired, too. So so tired.

They had been out for three hours, drifting through the waters and ensnaring what prey they could find. There was a notable lack of fish compared to last season, and they were forced to swim further out.

Silas was exhausted. He didn't want to be here right now. He wanted to go home. He needed to go home. He was at home without him, he can't leave him at home without him-

Silas' fins twitched, and his tail coiled in discomfort. He sucked in a breath and tried to calm down, fearing the loud beating of his heart may alert their prey.

He needed to go home. Anything could happen without his presence there. Timo can't-

"-We can cover for you, sir."

Sleep deprived and distracted, it took Silas a few moments to process the fact that someone was talking to him. He blinked, then turned to face who had a spoken- a young member of his hunting party- with a frown.

"What?"

"You can go home if you want." The blue ringed octopus mer repeated. "We can cover for you. It's getting... late... and-" She faltered. "You... seem... anxious about... your..."

Silas stared at her as she trailed off and shrank into herself, avoiding his eyes. "If you want, sir."

Silas simply observed her a minute or so, watching her fins flick and quiver nervously. Behind her, the other four waited for an answer with wide eyes.

"...Don't come back empty-handed."

Silas was darting through the water towards home before any of them could respond. They would manage just fine. They were a talented group of mers.

"Anxious"? "Antsy"? Neither could even begin to describe the pit in his stomach and the weight on his chest, the sense of dread that hung over him like a dark cloud.

He's going to open the door to an empty, silent house. He's going to be met with the stench of blood. He's going to fail. He will be gone. He's going to be alone again-

Timo's surpised yelp when the front door burst open made Silas feel just a little better.

The cuttlefish in question looked at him in surprise, a hand over his heart and skin bright yellow with alarm.

"Mister Silas, sir, you're back early!" Timo exclaimed, his colours slowly turning back to normal.

Silas ignored him, continuing to swim anxiously down the hallway.

"Where's Finn?"

"Uh... asleep? In your room?" Timo's tone was quizzical, and he followed after Silas with an incredibly confused look on his face. "Is something wrong?"

Silas didn't answer. He simply swam into his room and towards the cradle crafted from coral and bone at the foot of the bed and peered inside.

A glorious feeling of relief flooded him, and the weight on his chest lifted.

Curled up around a clam on a mattress of seasponge, his son slept soundly, the rise and fall of his chest and the flutter of gills gentle and calm.

Finn was fine. He was breathing. His heart was beating. There was no blood. He was safe.

"How was he?"

Timo took a few moments to realise Silas was talking to him. "Oh! Yeah, he was great. He was a bit fussy and started chewing on me, but I got him the clam to play with, and he fell asleep just before you arrived."

"And his food?"

"Pureed shrimp and seaweed, like you showed me. He ate it all really fast. I think he's due to eat some more now, though."

Silas nodded slowly. "Thank you, Timo, I... I appreciate it."

Tino lit up like a light. "No problem, Mister Silas!" He said, making an awkward salute gesture. "I'm happy to help."

Silas sent a small smile the teen's way. "You can take a few extra madol and a few scallops and lobsters home. I'll see you tomorrow, Timo."

Surprise adorned Timo's face, and he nodded slowly, almost like he didn't believe what he was hearing.

"T-Thank you so much, Mister Silas! I'll see you tomorrow!"

'Swim safe.' Silas wanted to say, but the words would not leave his lips. He simply watched Timo disappear from sight and waited until he heard the door open and shut.

A comfortable silence settled over the house, and, finally alone, Silas reached into the crib to gently thumb at Finn's cheek.

His chest tightened when he got no response, but the sight of the tiny, beating heart through Finn's translucent skin made him relax once more.

"You're safe..." He murmured, moving his hand away to rub his temple. "Safe."

With that mantra repeating in his mind, Silas moved away from the crib to the large clam shell bed with sea sponge and seagrass nestled inside. He settled onto it and rested his chin on his wrists, gaziny at the cradle as if he feared it would vanish if he blinked.

However, finally relaxed and lying on something soft with his pup in sight and perfectly safe, his lack of sleep began to creep up on him. Before he knew it, his eyes slid shut, and he drifted into a state of unconsciousness.

A series of clicks, whistles, and squeaks shattered his peaceful sleep, followed by the sound of crying.

Silas sat up and tiredly dragged a hand down his face in frustration, growling to himself. When he fully registered what he was hearing, he shot off the clam shell and scooped Finn into his hands, clicking to let the pup know who was there.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly, cupping his hands to look Finn over carefully. He didn't seem hurt...

Finn simply cried and squeaked in response and coiled his tail around Silas' thumb. He began to chew on it, and tiny, glazed over eyes darted around as he tried to find his father.

"I'm right here." Silas murmured, shifting Finn into one hand and using his free hand to gently stroke Finn's back. "Are you hungry?"

Finn's subsequent bite into his thumb seemed to answer his question. Finn's teeth were brittle but still sharp, and little streaks of blood bloomed in the water before dissipating.

The scent hit Silas' nostrils, and for a brief moment, an overwhelming and primal sense of dread and panic washed over him.

'There's blood in the water,' Something in the back of his mind snarled at him. 'Hide.'

Silas cursed at himself but didn't move. He stayed frozen in place with pinpricks for pupils as that little voice continued to berate him.

'Idiot. Stupid. Foolish. They will smell it, they will smell you, you put yourself and your pup in danger with no one to protect you, and-'

Silas closed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose. He doesn't live in the abyss. Not anymore. Not for over twenty or thirty years. He lives inside a kelp forest, with a group of staff and a city nearby. It was fine.

It took Silas a few moments to realise Finn was still chewing on his thumb and to gently move him away. He could see the puncture marks and smell the blood, but he felt... nothing.

Finn squeaked at him and wriggled around, annoyed his chew toy was taken away and trying to find it again.

"It's alright, I've got something even better for you." Silas murmured. He snapped his fingers, and a tiny bottle the size of his thumb appeared in his hand.

"Shrimp and seaweed. Isn't that nice?" He asked, whistling a few times. He carefully pressed the teat of the bottle against Finn's lips, hoping the little pup would be as co-operative with him as he was with Timo.

To his relief, Finn grabbed at the bottle and started drinking the liquefied food as if he had never eaten anything in his life.

Silas sighed and smiled a bit as he supported Finn's little head with his finger and used his another to stop the bottle from dropping onto Finn's face.

"There we go. That's nice, right? Yummy yummy shrimp."

He wasn't good at 'baby talk', as it was called. He never knew what to say or how high his voice should go. Morrigan was far bett- no. Don't go there now. The dreams had just stopped tormenting him.

Finn finished the entire bottle in the span of about five or ten minutes and then pushed it away, chirping softly in content. Silas let go of the bottle and let it float to the floor. He could fetch it later. For now, his focus was entirely on Finn, who was now chewing on his own tail.

Silas gently moved Finn to the clam shell and silently observed the little one crawl off his hand and start curiously pawing and playing with the sea sponge.

Finn was so small. Only about the size of Silas' hand. He had frail bones and delicate skin and was completely blind. It would be so easy to kill him. Silas could curl his hand into a fist and crush him. Just a dash of magic could end him. Just a snap of teeth, and he could be eaten.

Silas was no longer in the abyss, but there were still threats lurking around every corner, from the alleys of the city to the wide plastered smiles of the citizens.

'At least most issues are dealt with if Leech keeps his word,' Silas thought. 'Perhaps I should speak to him abou-'

"Da."

Silas' train of thought came to a sudden stop, and he lowered himself down so his face was in front of Finn's, wondering if he had heard correctly.

"What did you say, my darling?"

At the sound of hus voice, Finn wriggled around and reached out to pat his face with a tiny, stubby hand. "Da."

Oh.

"Yes," Silas gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Da."

"Da!" Finn repeated. A delighted giggle left his lips. "Da!"

Silas sucked in a breath and bit his lip. That was the first time Finn had ever laughed.

Silas nodded his head, the long forgotten feeling of excitement lighting up inside him. "Yes. Yes, that's right, Finn. I'm your dad."

Finn squeaked and clicked in response, then shuffled away from Silas to play with the seasponge. Silas picked up a teething ring from his side table and placed it in front of Finn, still feeling elated.

"There, how's that? Something for your sore teeth."

Finn's hand closed around the familiar object, and he pulled it towards himself with a delighted coo. His teeth, sharp and monstrous, sank into it easily but didn't pierce through. He chewed on it happily , his tail flicking back and forth in quick succession.

Silas rested his head on the sponge bed and curled his tail to form a protective circle around Finn. He was tired but awake enough to watch his baby tucker himself out playing with teething ring and other toys Silas had placed on the bed.

After about twenty minutes, Finn lost interest in the toys and went still. A moment or two passed, and he put his hand in his mouth and looked around nervously.

"Da?" He called, following the word up with a click. There was a tremble to his finns, and he sounded like he was about to start crying. "Da?!"

"I'm here, I'm here." Silas said quickly, gently placing Finn onto the palm of his hand and bringing him close to his chest. "I'm here, precious."

Finn didn't make any further sound. He relaxed and curled his tail around Silas' finger, and then he was asleep.

Silas smiled at his lovely, wonderful, precious pup and leaned forward and gently kissed Finn's forehead. He didn't move, deciding that it was alright if Finn slept with him tonight.

"Sleep well, my treasure."

...........................................

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed! It was fun writing this, even though I'm too happy with the ending and don't think it's one of my best. Ah, well, I'll blame it on school.

BONUS:

Here's what Finn's squeaks sound like:

https://youtube.com/shorts/u_r7WwfZlFQ?si=QRFUlTUDQKROE9yZ

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@1dont-really-know @kazumify @minteasketches @ramshacklerumble @elysia-nsimp

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[jessidogg]

In Our Eyes - A John Dory & Fem. Reader Fanfic -Part One

This story is a request from @sweetgirl15161819 ❤️ SHE ASKED ME ABOUT IT A BAJILLION YEARS AGO AND IM JUST NOW PUBLISHING IT IM SO SORRY!

I rlly hope that the second part will come out WAY sooner.

This is my first time posting a fanfic that includes the reader so it's a bit different than most. Like how this part of the story does not have the reader yet- just an introduction to John Dory. I do want to tell you that I am not having the reader fall for John Dory or anything, I just couldn't do that, IM SORRY but they will be rlly close friends! I really hope you like it! - Jessi ❤️

John Dory bolted up in bed, sweating, gasping for air that seemed to be lacking in his sleep. The dream, which had caused him so much stress, and the images he had seen only a few seconds before through closed eyelids, disappeared suddenly. He couldn't remember why he was so exhausted and scared and-- full of guilt?

He needed to fix up. Now.

He looked around wondering where he was. Within seconds, he remembered.

In the bunker.

With his brothers.

He had to admit that it did feel weird to be sleeping in a place that wasn't on the hard ground outside or on the scratchy couch inside of Rhonda, but hey, he wasn't complaining. He actually got a bed here, and his room was just as crazily decorated as Rhonda was, and it actually felt like home.

When Branch had suggested that they all sleep in the rooms he had designed for each of them specifically when they first entered Pop Village, all of them had been ecstatic, especially Clay.

John Dory smiled as he remembered Clay's excited exclamations: "YOU HAVE A BUNKER?! NO FLIPPIN' WAY! Can I get the bedroom on the lowest level?! Man, this place would be perfect in case of fires and earthquakes in the village!"

Branch had, indeed, given Clay the bedroom on the lowest level, near his. Floyd was given the bedroom right across from John Dory and Bruce, for whenever he came to visit and stay a bit for tours, was given the one closest to the kitchen, just like he had asked.

Just the memories of the "ooh's" and "ahh's" brought more smiles to John Dory's face. He was proud of his baby bro and said so to him that day.

Branch had just shrugged. "It was all I had to do, I guess."

He had walked away toward Floyd and continued talking and laughing like he hadn't said anything important, but John had stayed there, processing what his brother had just admitted.

Branch would have had something way better to do if he hadn't left him. He probably would have a normal pod and happier life, despite how happy Branch seemed to be so far.

If only...

John Dory got out of bed and went down the elevator toward the bathroom. He washed his face and stared at himself.

"You've got this, JD. You can conquer the world. Believe it and do it." He had quoted this to himself every morning for about twenty years, ever since BroZone had started.

He only really half-believed it though.

John Dory wasn't surprised to see Bruce already in the kitchen, as he always was up by 6 in the morning, before the sun was up. Usually, when John slept in, he'd be awakened by the sweet smells that always drifted from this section of the bunker. They had only been living in this bunker for a few months, but they already seemed to be in a comfortable routine.

Bruce was humming happily as he opened the oven door and slid something in there. He jumped when he saw John Dory standing there, at the door.

"Oh! Hello." He eyes his older bro suspiciously. "You usually aren't up for another 5 hours." Suddenly he rushed toward John Dory, hand outstretched to feel his forehead. "ARE YOU SICK?!!?! DON'T WORRY I BROUGHT EXTRA ELDERBERY SYRUP IF YOU-"

"Bruce! Dude, I'm fine!" John Dory backed away from his touch, annoyed.

Bruce stopped and chuckled. "Sorry. Dad instincts."

John Dory sat down at the breakfast nook. "What're you making?"

"Coffee cake with a sour cream glaze."

"Oooo, that sounds delicious!!" John Dory's stomach gave a rumble.

Bruce laughed. "Seems that your stomach agreed with you." He sat across from John, and examined him for a bit. "John, have you been getting any sleep lately? You have circles under your eyes."

John Dory shrugged. He didn't mention how he had woken up from the same dream every night without ever finding out what it was.

Bruce, realizing John Dory wasn't about to give him a real answer, stood up again. "If you need someone to talk to, I'm here. You know that, right?"

John Dory glared at him. "Stop talking to me like I'm your twelve year old daughter."

Bruce grinned. "Well, sometimes you act like her."

John Dory stood up and whacked him with a dish towel. Bruce chuckled, snatched the dish towel away, and hit him back.

Suddenly they were in a full-force dish towel war, laughing and falling over, getting up again, and taking the towel away from the other.

Gradually, Clay, Floyd, and Branch emerged from their rooms, all in their bathrobes and looking as if they just arose from the dead.

"What in the world is going on?" Clay asked, annoyed. "A man needs his beauty sleep."

Floyd stared at him. "Please don't ever say that again."

Branch stood in-between the two older brothers. "Okay, guys, can you chill out for a bit? It's like six in the morning!"

"Yeah, John! What're you doing up this early anyway? I thought you-- OMIGOSH IS THAT COFFEE CAKE WITH SOUR CREAM GLAZE?!" Clay ran toward the oven and stared at the cake through the window into the oven. "It's so beautiful..."

Floyd grinned. "Well, I'm glad you guys are in good moods at least."

John Dory scoffed. "I'm always in a good mood."

Branch rolled his eyes. "Alright, well, as we're up we might as well start on chores until breakfast is ready."

"Aww," sighed all of the brothers.

Branch held out his checklist. "I have a whole list of things to do today. Don't worry, it'll go by quickly."

Floyd raised an eyebrow. "Branch, that list is like five feet long."

Branch nodded. "Yeah, and last time it was five feet and two inches long. You're welcome."

"Hold up, Branch," John Dory said. "We've been doing your stupid list ever since we came to the bunker. Can we at least get a day's worth of rest?"

"You haven't been living here very long," Branch explained. "And if you live here you should help take care of it. And it's not stupid."

John Dory took the list from Branch.

"Hey!" Branch reached for it.

John Dory laughed. "Yeah! It says 'take a break all day' right here!" he pointed at a section on the list.

"Where?" the other brothers crowded around.

Branch groaned. "No, it doesn't!"

"It does! Right there, in invisible ink!"

His brothers laughed and all disappeared in different directions.

"Hey! Wait!" Branch cried out. "Guys, I have a busy day today! I need someone to help me take care of the bunker!"

"We'll do it later!" they said casually over their shoulders.

"Chill, Branch! It's not that big of a deal!" John Dory assured her. "I promise we'll do it sometime after lunch!"

Branch sighed and stared at his bros, who all disappeared once again into their room. Then he turned to Bruce, who was still standing in the kitchen.

"Ugh, lemme guess, I'm stuck with the list again?" Bruce sighed.

Branch was about to say "yes" but then stopped. No, John Dory had said he would do the list after lunch. Just because Bruce was the only one mature enough to stay didn't mean he had to be stuck with the hard tasks.

Plus, he was making coffee cake.

"No, I guess not." He sighed. "I trust John. He said he'll do the list later. I hope he will."

~~~

Of course, John Dory had forgotten. His day had been completely full of nonsense and fun. He didn't have time to think of the list at all.

After getting completely dressed he had eaten the coffee cake (it had been delicious, by the way), then he had gone out into Trollstopia to walk down the street in slow-motion while tons of girls begged for his autograph. After that he went to Poppy's pod where he knew they were holding a leader's meeting to tease and annoy Delta Dawn, who always rewarded him with shouts and threats, which always made him want to annoy her more.

After that he went out to lunch and took a nap in the sun at the bay. Afterward he went out to dinner, and then got back to the bunker in time to see Branch- finishing up the list with the rest of the bros.

Branch frowned at him when he saw him. "Where in the world have you been?"

John Dory shrugged. "Places. Why are you guys doing my jobs?"

"Because you weren't back in time to finish them," Floyd responded. "They were supposed to be done about-" he checked his hugtime watch, "-two hours ago maybe? Possibly three?"

"Thanks, Mom," John Dory teased.

"John, it's not funny." Branch crossed his arms. "You guys all promised to do it after lunch and it's almost 8:30 now."

"But it's after lunch!" John Dory grinned.

None of his younger brothers smiled.

"John Dory, I think you need to work on your promises," Bruce suggested. "Don't say your going to do stuff if you're not."

"I think that's a smart idea, Bruce," Clay agreed, shooting John Dory a nasty glance. "We all had our big amount of chores to do, and you just made our days longer by forcing us to do your work."

"I'm sorry, guys!" John Dory groaned, exasperated. "It was just one day of relaxation. Didn't think it was that big of a deal!"

Branch sighed then checked his watch. "I need to go. I was supposed to see Poppy for lunch and then had a few meetings with other people later, but I had to reschedule all but one."

John Dory bit his lip as he watched Branch trudge towards his room. He did look pretty exhausted.

"John, you need to make it up to Branch." Clay brought him back to the present.

"What?! It was one day!"

"No, it wasn't." Bruce shook his head. "You've been avoiding the chores since we've came here. Branch is pretty busy. He offers to help Poppy with her duties, and now he also helps Viva with her work sometimes too. He does help with the plumbing jobs around the village and such, and he now is part of our boyband and does part of the songwriting. He needs help with little things like this. It's not that hard."

John Dory rolled his eyes. He had never really thought about what Branch did around the village before they had come back. But still, if he had managed it before, why did he need so much help now?

"John Dory?"

He looked at Floyd, who was raising an eyebrow at him.

"Did you hear what Bruce said?"

John Dory sighed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. What do I have to do? Finish with the stupid chores? Do them all tomorrow?"

Clay thought for a bit. "Honestly, the meeting Branch is going to now isn't one he wants to go to. It's like an interviewer or someone for BroZone. She wanted to specifically talk to Branch, but Branch did mention to me how she said you were her second favorite member. Maybe you could go to the meeting instead and Branch could still go see Poppy?"

"That's a good idea!" Floyd agreed. "John Dory, what do you think?"

John Dory considered. He was exhausted and talking people was one of the last things he wanted to do right now. But maybe all he would have to do was say how amazing he was and then cut it short and leave.

He guessed he could do that. Then things could get back to normal.

"Okay, sure. I'll do that," he agreed. "Just give me a second."

He went to Branch's room and knocked on the door.

"Yeah?" came the response.

"It's me. I wanted to say I'm sorry about today and that I'll go to your meeting for you if you'd prefer."

Branch poked his head out. "Really? She said she wanted to talk to me specifically."

"Pfft, it's fine. She'll barely notice the difference."

Branch looked as if John Dory had just insulted him. "Okay. Whatever. Here's the address." He handed John a slip of paper. "Prepare for a lot of questions."

"I've got this, don't worry." John Dory assured him.

Branch didn't look assured. "If you say anything stupid about us-"

"I won't! Chill, bro! I've got this!" John Dory winked. "When was the last time I failed you?"

Branch sighed and rubbed his temple. "That seems to be all your doing to me lately." Then he shut his door again.

John Dory stood there, stunned and dazed.

Wait. What did he just say?

I know this isn't how most stories that include the reader start, but this is my first time doing this and I thought it was a different and fun idea. The next part will be centered more around the reader, I promise. This was fun to write, IT JUST TOOK ME SO DARN LONG

Be on the lookout for Part Two! If you request it in the comments, I'll tag you when I publish it.

Thanks for reading so far! -@jessi4branchifer

[annika-thelostlove]

Battery Life \\ a Simon Feck x fem!reader

[Knight and Day (2010 film)]

A\N: I have been stuck on this fic for months 😭 I'm posting it as it is, and so there will be sooooo many mistakes I'm so sorry. This one just came out of the blue, but I hope you still enjoy some Simon Feck love ❤️

Summary: Simon is a genius, and youre nothing special. But he's kind enough to let you sleep in his bed while he plays video games. How dare you fall in love with him!

Warnings: angst (my usual brand I'm sorry) misunderstanding, lack of communication, mutual pinning, low self-esteem, depression, minor dubious consent kiss, happy ending!

Word count: 3374

You're not sure when it begun, youve been spending months on his sofa watching him play games, eating his food from his pantry, laying under his sheets when he let's you take a nap on his futon when you're tired. Hours of time to think to yourself what the hell is really going on, but you couldn't pinpoint the moment when you knew that you loved him.

Six months ago you only knew Simon as the kid-genius that goes to the same school as you. He was always busy, getting offered scholarships, skipping classes that he's already passed, getting featured on tech magazines, for him to ever know that you existed. He's an 18 year old engineering genius, they said. He's been offered a full ride through MIT or Yale or something like that. Or so you've heard.

You also heard a recent rumor that he lives by himself. They've given him his own apartment after turning 18. Its closer to his soon-to-be campus.

Simon is just too busy to notice anyone, too busy to make friends. You think you have that in common.

Except that you skip school not for extra education like Simon, but because you can't get out of bed. Sometimes you feel too empty.

Or when you have no lunch in your bag. Youre too embarrassed. Or if you haven't showered in a while. Just feels too ashamed.

People tend to ignore you, it's fine with you. To you everything in life is temporary. You're now in your final foster home until you're 18. They've been the best family so far, it been four years with them.

They really care about you. They probably even love you. But you still find it hard to really let them know when there's something wrong with you. You feel like you're a burden, they would disagree with that. But they just don't understand.

So for the whole of highschool you don't cross paths with the star pupil of the school Simon Feck. Apart from catching glances at him sometimes from down the hall. He's so tall, its hard to miss. Always talking to a teacher, he doesn't seem to have friends. Just like you.

You have never had one moment with him until graduation year.

Thinking back, you think he might have looked handsome asking you if you were okay standing in the cold. In truth, at that moment you were thinking that he looked nerdy in his glasses and striped shirt, and he was someone who definitely hasn't learned how to shave properly yet, with that tuft of hair on his chin.

"Are you waiting for someone?" his first words to you.

Youve been standing by the school building, pretending to be waiting to be picked up. But the truth was, you just didn't want to go home yet. One of your little sisters was taken back by her biological mother just the day before. It was just too hard to be there without her.

"Uh, I'm.. not really…" feet awkwardly shuffling. "-are you doing anything now?" You quickly change the subject. Simon's expression changes to a look of surprise.

"Now? Im just, gonna go home."

"Do you play video games?"

"Yes…do you play?"

"No, oh." You sadly respond. He swayed side to side, It took him a few more moments of hesitant contemplation to finally say. "Did you..want to- play?"

"Yes" you say without hesitation.

"Oh, like like, at my house?"

"Yes"

"Okay, um, my car is just around the side here." He points at the direction. "Well, you don't have to get in my car. If, if that seem inappropriate I-"

"Let's go. I don't care about any of that"

You follow eachother closely. He's neck is flushed, unsure where his situation is going. Once he gets you in his passenger seat he gets in and pauses.

"So, my name is Simon"

"I know"

He turns red all of a sudden. "Oh" he asks for your name, and you tell him. He repeats it to himself under his breath. Memorizing it.

—-

That had been months ago now. That first evening in his apartment you quietly watched him play his game untill you drifted into a deep sleep that you haven't had in so long. His sofa was cosy, and a few hours later you woke up to vision of Simon still playing his game beside you. But now there was blanket draped over your body that smelled like fabric softener, a little bit of moth ball and a third soft musk that you later on recognize to be Simon's distinct smell. It comforts you.

You've overstayed, and had to get home at 6pm.

Simon and you had never discussed about it. But it went on just like that everyday after school from then on. Watching Simon play, falling asleep, eating his snacks, sometimes crawling into his bed. He never touched you, he just let you exist in his space. Always asked if you liked the food. Never asked you if you needed anything else. He always just gave without needing to ask. Like giving blankets, the soda he now buys because you liked them, or the extra cable wire he bought so your phone can charge. Even though his own devices are incompatible to it. He must have bought it just for you.

You feel something, this burning in your chest. He loves you. Maybe. You don't know. You've never been in love before. You've never had anyone really love you before. So how can you recognize it?

But then every time you step into his space, he starts the hot water for tea, and passes you the comfiest pillow on the couch, you talk about anything and everything, you make him laugh, sometimes he make you laugh too, you listen to his tech rambling, despite not understanding. And you think that maybe this must be what love is like.

Maybe we're only friends. A friend you would dream about being together like this forever.

But that couldn't be right, he never speaks to you at school. Even now. Never looks towards you when youre in the same room, (you know since you look at him every chance you get). So whatever hope you have of Simon liking you back, it vanishes at the logic.

_____

Then it began, falling asleep on his shoulder, youve sat so close to him lately. You curled into his side like you were meant to fit there.

Simon still says nothing, he accepts it like he normaly does, it irks you that he feels nothing. Some days you just want to provoke him.

What are you to him?

A piece of decor in his room?

A friend?

Someone more?

He had become your gravity, you orbit around him as he exists like the sun. But you, you feel like a tiny rock just drifting through his universe, pulled by his gravity, and burning up once you got to close.

How can two people be so different? How can one be so brilliant, bright and important? Full of purpose and direction? While you drift along this life, aimless, and empty.

Where will you be after all of this? When Simon will eventually be in bright shiny places on day, where will you be?

_________

One late evening you wake to laying on top of him on his sofa, he fell asleep, his game is shut down and controller on the floor, he must have not wanted to disturb your sleep even though he's finished his game. He's been tired lately, they've been pushing him with some new battery project he's developing. You wish you could help him get more rest. You wish you had anything to really give him.

While you stared at the unique shape of his nose and lips, his eyes fluttered open. Seeing you so close, you felt his heart speed up, those few seconds you weren't ever sure who did it first, but one second you were lost in his green eyes, the next you were kissing him.

_______

Suddenly pulling away, you're panicked after you realize he's staying completely still beneath you. His eyes staring blankly at his ceiling. Shame floods through your body.

"I'm so sorry" you both say at once. But it's him that continues. "That shouldn't have happened, it was a mistake" mistake? He thought it was a mistake. You quickly try to patch up your rejection, with whatever came out of your mouth next.

"Yes, I- we shouldn't have done that, I don't know what came over me. Hah, I- it was a mistake, sorry Simon"

"No, no, I'm sorry too." He winced.

_____

Then the moment was promptly ignored. Never talked about it again. You felt lost about it all. It was helpless to keep loving someone who would never love someone like you.

You tried to go on a date or two trying to shake off that the memory with Simon. But you quickly stopped all of that just after two dates. Why did it feel like betrayal? When before each date all Simon ever said to you from finding out were, 'thats fine'. His eyes not once leaving the TV screen.

"Simon this guy asked me on a date, i- i wont be here that evening"

"That sounds fine, have fun"

Or

"Simon I think I'll give him a chance"

"Sure fine" each blow to the heart pushes you more towards giving up.

Youre not even together. So you dont know why it hurts so much. It was impossible for you to even think about dating someone else now. So you just suck it up and endure it.

It was okay for a while, right until he started talking about other girls.

It came out of nowhere you think. But one week after another, there were issues and stories with a new girl each week, someone from his scholarship program. Someone from an expo. A guest speaker he admired. All of them he expressed how beautiful women can be, and that he can't seem to believe it sometimes. He would look over to you with gleam in his eyes. It felt like punishment, there was no way you could compete with that. They were all in his league, they were intelligent and strong and have bright futures. You have none of those things, you're entire existence brings down his bright one.

You remind yourself that after graduation, this should all be over. Just a few more weeks of unrequited love, and it can end.

It's better this way anyway, you think. You know you aren't meant for him.

One day Simon is going to invent something that would change the world, and then he will fly to somewhere like the white house, and they'll give him a bigger apartment, and his own lab, and they'll take him to countries like in Europe and talk to presidents, and he'll be so far away from you.

And you might just stay here and maybe get a job at the supermarket, and then you might stay there for a few years just to sort out a few things. Then maybe you'll move up in management at a nicer workplace, you're not quite sure of your plan is yet. Your two worlds are so different.

You smile sadly to yourself, and think of how happy your Simon is going to be. How proud you are to even know him. You can't really help it, but each night your tears slide down your cheek to your pillow thinking about him. His clear soothing voice, his delicate hands, his clueless similes. His hand on your shoulder, his stripped shirts and multiple sets of cargo pants. His scent on his shoulder, his lips on yours just that one time. You love him. And you don't know how to make it stop.

But that is all it can ever go. He doesnt want you, he deserves much more. So you kept to yourself, close to your heart. That's the only place it can belong.

_______

Then the night came, new years eve. There were fireworks out on the Street of his apartment. You watched it through his open window, the countdown in the last 6 seconds, at first you counted down, but his green eyes locked to yours so briefly, you think he looked nervous. You didn't even realize it struck midnight. In that next second his lips were on yours. A quick peck. All it was.

He pulled away and you stood there frozen. This was not fair. This hurts too much. You can't stand to be here any longer with the love you can never have. Your ears ring from your rage.

"What was that Simon"

"A-a-a new year's kiss."

"Yes, but i- you can't do that, it's not- DONT do this to me simon"

"Im sorry, I didn't mean anything i- i thought- I'm so dumb- i should have asked-"

So it doesn't mean anything to him?

"Yes, you should have. Do you have any idea what youve just- Nevermind. I'm, I'm going home" rush you snatch your things off his table and the floor

"Hey, where are you going? Do your ur parents expect you home?"

"No, I. I just can't do this anymore"

"What?"

"I'm too, I'm just too confused by you okay?"

"What what do you mean? Confused how? You cant mean you- you have- "

"What simon?" You wish By some miracle he says your confession.

"...do you have feelings for me?" There it is.

"...but you were so clear that you would never get feelings for me! You said! Well, no, you never said anything" His face full of shock

You can't respond, your breath just comes out in hard puffs.

"You never told me! I thought, well. You IGNORE me at school- " he laughs in disbelief, and ruffles his own hair.

"What? Its you that ignore me simon! Youre the one repulsed by me!

"What!? I'm not repulsed by you! Youre the one who made sure that what we have was so secret! You barely talk to me at school"

"I was not! You did that! You had your older smart friends, and Yale acceptances, and your stupid expensive sneakers! And you all looked at me, like I'm stupid, im the school idiot–" You don't understand why your the only one so mad and about to breakdown, while Simon just looked like he figured out the correct formula to something.

"Hey, You are not an idiot–"

"i AM. im STUPID, the dumbest girl you'll ever get to know. Im the one who has gotten myself, into this situation. And someone like me could never get to your level, into your circle. I can NEVER be a guest speaker for science, or get a Scholarship, i will never be an expert at anything like the girls you like so much!" You don't realize it hurt this much till you said it all.

"What do you have to do with them? I-i mean-"

"You think i dont know that? That i have nothing to do with them? And i'm here just holding my breath, knowing that youre about to pick another girl to fall madly in love with, KNOWING that im not on the fucking list of choices. but simon you dont even have the guts to ask one of them out!"

You silence Simon, and you think you've really hurt him this time. But he just looks disappointed and confused by the whole argument and sighs, he begins to speak so gently. "You- what are you- that's not true, i know my weakness, okay? I haven't gotten the courage yet to tell the girl I like that I want to be with her. Im- that's not fair, when you're the one who gives up on all your dates. Its like you date just to waste their time you know?. You don't even know what youre looking for. Your whole shtick is to never do anything with yor life, and to never ever be happy. You're just DETERMINED. Just so bent on wasting time! Like you waste MY time!"

"Ohh, I- " he's angry, really angry. You didn't anticipate how deep you cut him. How deep he would cut you. Tears begin to blur your vision.

"Oh, i- im sorry." He hides behind his palms now, and shaking them in front of him. "I just can't believe this right now, i- i just have a few days left to work on the battery…I knew doing this with you can't be good for me" He fists his hair and mumbles the hurtful words. He's moving quickly cleaning up around his apartment

You are not good for him. Of course, you knew this. You've always known that. But it hurt to confirm it.

"Yeah-" you hold your breath "I know" you voice breaks on the last word. "I know I'm not, in sorry."

"Hey, no, that's not what i-"

"I think, we should stop this thing that we're doing. Goodbye Simon." There was no time to look back, you ran out of his apartment.

—---

You stop coming over. You want him to finish his work in peace, soon he'll be in Yale, then get a fancy job somewhere far away, and you'll still be here in this town.

You cry every night, you're sure one day you'll run out of the pain. But now it's every night you just miss holding him.

—--

2 months later

You're phone doesn't even ring. There's just a voice message there from a strange number. On the rare occasion you have credit to hear your voice messages, this was one of them. You put the phone to your ear and hear the voice you've been missing. Two days after your fight, Simon disappeared without a trace. Worried sick you report him missing, but the police cleared the report saying Simon is safe but doesn't want to be found. It was just more secretive stuff you know are a part of Simon's world. It made you feel like Simon was some secret agent, it brought a little smile on your face.

But now after 2 months and nothing, you lost hope that he thought of you at all.

"You have one, new message"

"Hello? This is Simon. Are you there? Please tell me you're getting this message. God..They look my phone away, so I couldn't get to you. Its - its just the CIA. Don't worry im, I'm safe. I mean, maybe youre not actually even worried about me. Well, but. Um. But then I built a phone? Um for me to say something..important. I need to say this."

"I think get it, ive been thinking about it, that maybe you thought I never cared about you, because im an IDIOT. Just, whatever you think...and I cant even believe you might think this…its just not true. You are worth so much, you are the most important person to me, to my life. You keep me going, you calm me, you inspire me. You are NOT and idiot. I just- that i just have an unusually large brain compared to others!"

You could hear him cringing through the phone after saying that, and you let out a short laugh.

"P-Please I don't know if you've just moved on from me, but i-i. I have to let you know. I think- I think, I mean, I KNOW I actually love you. I mean, I do. I love you. Ive felt this way for a long time. And, and, I want to take you on a date, and we can call each other nicknames. And..kiss, and hold hands. I just miss you, so much. Um, so if you maybe feel the same, I hope you um, respond to this message. My encrypted email is ***@mail.co um okay. Email me, please. I love you."

His voice shook through the entire message, like the same way he would ask favors from a stranger. A nervous wreck.

Tears were streaming down your face. His voice was like home.

You dial back the mystery number.

One hour later, the CIA was at your door. You catch Simon's bashful face toeing in behind them. More tears spring to your eyes, but this time there are happy ones.

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A/N: you didn't even use the email. Just called the CIA and got into trouble 😃

[adonis-koo]

decided to stalk your blog on a random 5am bc i couldnt go back to sleep and found that chapter 20 of wicked had been posted!! and proceeded to read said chapter instead of going to sleep 🤡

i have been following wicked for so long and can words just cant describe how much i love the world building in this fic!! like even after not re-reading the previous chapters before the new update i could always just fall right into it immediately when i start reading the new ones.

and i love how far oc has come all the way as the crowned princess!! her growth!! development!! the way she carries herself!! her love for jungkook!! her combat skills!! literally everything!! ive become so attached to her character that i empathise with her emotions, and make inner commentary on things that happen to her 😂

and jungkook 🥺 both him and oc’s childhood trauma 🥺 makes me wanna just place them under a blanket, tuck them to sleep and tell them everything will be okay 🥺

and also the smut 🫣🤡 keeps getting better as every chapter progresses!! and talking about MAKING BABIES IN THE LATEST CHAPTER WTF!!

in case if you havent been getting feedback i wanted you to know that i still am an active reader of the fic, and i am very much appreciative of you taking your time to write and upload your work onto public platforms, risk people stealing it, AND FOR FREE?? it’s just that i always finish reading the chapters at very ungodly hours when im actually supposed to be sleeping 😂 but i PROMISE you that i will always love and support wicked!! love youuuu

first of all !!?!? immaculate!! I love seeing longtime fans talk about seeing the progress of character growth over a fic, it’s one of my favorite things!! Its especially now that we’re in late-game wicked and I’m finally able to write the things I had been writing during the draft!!

This is honestly such a fun story arc in the story’s and next chapter is even better as a certain….ahem fight breaks out 👀 Seeing MC grow more confident in her own combat abilities was something that I didn’t think much of during the beginning of wicked but it’s become SUCH a little treat, given her background for such a thing is so unlikely, makes me happy that I went this route with her even if a lot of others may have preferred to preserve her original character.

ALSO !!!! Another thing about this story arc is that we get a much more intimate look into Jungkook’s childhood trauma and his personal feelings and stories about a lot of things, it’s just such a sweet and intimate experience along with them becoming more and more smitten with each !!! hence babies potentially being made 👀

Thank you so much for your review 🥹 Long asks like this are SO welcomed as they are not very common anymore! It makes me so happy when long term readers who have been here since earlier chapters come back to drop a little extra love, thank you my dear!!! 🥰❤️❤️❤️

[k-atsukidayo]

headcanon ⤏ waking up with kisses

REQUEST: hi loves! i’d like to send in a request for todoroki, deku, and bakugou ❤️ headcanons for their female s/o waking them up with kisses maybe? nsfw and sfw? if you can’t do all the characters it’s okay you can choose whoever you want. REQUESTED BY: 🌺 anon WARNINGS: fluffy; suggestive/semi-spicy

AUTHOR’S NOTE: best believe i did the future big 3 for you 😤 not full blown nsfw, but i hope you enjoy these as much as i did since i’ve caught a cold? the flu? and writing these made me feel a little better. under a cut because i went pretty overboard hehe 🥴 take care!

⤏ safe for work ⤎

First things first: he is an Early Riser. Though, this habit had been born from his father’s abusive behavior and onslaught of training throughout his childhood. Touched with remaining embers of anxiety, he’s a light sleeper. And with a career as a Pro Hero, he’s tip-top ready to take on the world at ungodly hours. When he clocks out for the day, Shouto is, more often than not, the first to sleep. If there’s anyone doing the wake-up kisses, it’s definitely Shouto.

Sometimes during the night, his heterochromatic eyes will crack open, scanning the room that’s only visible through the dim lighting of the moon. He keeps an arm around your waist to pull you closer and kisses you softly or a hand resting on your stomach, the warmth of you able to lull him back to a relaxing sleep. 

On days when Shouto doesn’t need to wear the hero label, it can go one of two ways: either you wake up first and Shouto naturally follows suit a few minutes after or Shouto wakes up first and silently admires you, the image of you in a dream-filled slumber too damn cute to cause any kind of disturbance. And it’s because you’re so cute, he’ll end up peppering you with kisses. Thankfully, you’re quite the morning person too, so you both begin the day together. 

Kissing Shouto awake is something you’ll never get tired of. Sweetie, you are positively enamored for him. 

As much as you love waking up to his kisses, you make it a point to always spoil him when the opportunity presents itself. You’re quick as hell to take what you’re given, especially if it relates to him. It’s in your desire to love him unconditionally.

The music of birds chirping welcomes you, your circadian rhythm plucking you from your sleepiness. Rubbing your eyes, you let out a hefty yawn. As you arch your back and extend your limbs, bones popping faintly, your line of sight curves to the side to form the visage of the man next you. Lips twisting upwards, you savor the image of Shouto, the steady rise and fall of his chest, his face so serene. 

Feeling overjoyed that you are the winner this morning, you sneakily drift closer to your sleeping Shouto. With your faces merely centimeters apart, you silently chuckle knowing what comes next.

M’lady, it’s your time to shine. 

Your lithe fingers part his white-red hair cautiously; when the surface of his forehead peaks through, you’re quick to plant one, two, three subtle kisses. Your caresses waltz down the bridge of his nose and you make sure to leave extra affection at the tip. You have to suppress a giggle when Shouto crinkles his nose at the sensation of your lips. Precious. 

Leaving open-mouthed kisses across his cheeks, you begin to leave lingering pecks around the length of his scar. If you had to name a favorite part of him to kiss, other than his lips, it is, hands down, his scar. While it doesn’t name good memories, it conveys a powerful tale that’s helped shape him into the hero, the man, he is today. You hope your kisses will wash away any persisting discomfort, that your love will offer pure light and happiness to him.

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” Shouto’s amused, an arm reaching around you to pull you in closer to his broad frame. Tilting away slightly, you share the same pleasure on your face, your eyes sparkling a bit more now than they did when you woke.

“Of course,” you laugh. “Good morning, love.” The room is quiet; but, if you listen closely, you can hear the beats of his and your hearts, the melody of your deep, deep, deep passion that can even put Romeo and Juliet to shame. As you play with Shouto’s hair, his hand happily seats itself behind the back of your head. Closing the distance, he steals your lips, smiling in between kisses. 

⤏ suggestive/semi-spicy ⤎

I like to believe that while you can be bold as hell when it comes to initiating the more intimate parts of your relationship with Shouto, your half-and-half babe won’t let you conquer for too long. It’s written loud and clear in the Todoroki genes—he’s meant to climb mountains and cross oceans and take what he desires. Lucky for you that’s a dream come true. He and you are always aching for more.

In all honesty, it doesn’t take many kisses from you to wake him.

 But, listen, Shouto is fucking sly and will pretend to stay asleep just so you can continue your sweet assault. This is his way of allowing you to relish your final moments of glory before he takes the reign. Once he’s let you have enough of your fun…oh, darling, you’re not going anywhere. 

As soon as your lips trail down from his ear to the crook of his neck, that little thread inside Shouto snaps, his patience unmistakably out the door. He finally opens those gorgeous eyes of his and pulls away with a smirk. His two-toned watch on you scorches through your very core, sending sparks of electricity up your spine. 

My dear, didn’t anyone tell you that if you fly too close to the sun, you’ll get burned? Though I’m sure you’ve long thrown away all your reservations.

“Mind if I have you this morning, sweetheart?” The sound of Shouto’s pet name for you rolls deliciously over his tongue. You’re over the edge and you’re enthusiastic to find out what happens when you turn the page of this chapter. With Shouto, you’re again and again left catching your breath for his touch. There’s just never a dull moment with him.

Who knew wake-up kisses could make you swell in romantic heat? 

A squeal bubbles through your lips when Shouto hovers over you and pins your wrists above your head, his gaze traveling up and down your delicate figure. Like a lion towards its prey, Shouto’s hunger can only be satisfied by you. He smiles at you sweetly despite his eyes delivering…spicier intentions. When he’s like this, the duality of Todoroki Shouto is certainly a marvel to behold. Count your blessings—you are the only one to see such a beauty. 

You don’t have time to speak his name; his lips are on yours in seconds, enjoying your honeyed flavor. Lip-locked and gasping for air, Shouto backs away, his thumb playing with your bottom lip that shines with saliva mixed with his and yours. He chuckles at the image of you, your cheeks so adorably flushed. He attacks your jaw, lingering kisses up and around, and swiftly trails hot caresses along your throat. Tugging the neck of your shirt down, he pays special attention to the spot just below your collarbone and your chest. 

Shouto thinks you’re beautiful all the time, but when you’re like this, you’re exceptionally more beautiful. He could carve you in his mind forever. When you say his name through heavy breaths, Shouto is fired up, more and more eager to take you to seventh heaven with him. 

⤏ safe for work ⤎

Believe it or not, this green curly hair cutie is up and running just before or at the first glimpse of sunrise. He’s quick to leave bed, stealth at 100% to avoid waking you. Much like his time as a U.A. student, he either trains to begin or end his days. If it’s the former, it provides him that boost of energy when he puts on his costume and works as a Pro Hero. In his eyes, there’s always room for improvement, especially since One For All is one of the most powerful quirks in existence. It’s difficult to fully master. So, don’t be surprised if Izuku’s sleeping hours are rather…questionable. One of his favorite things to do is kiss you, but he’s not much one to continue if it means interrupting your needed rest.

But for the mornings he’s able to sleep in, you never hesitate to shower your beloved with kisses. He loves waking up this way. 

Cold air brushes your face, tickling your nose. Your eyebrows furrow as you huddle in closer to the source of warmth in front of you, seeking additional comfort against the breeze. While tugging the blanket higher with a free hand, you feel slow steady breathing against the crown of your head. You’re careful to peak upwards, your eyes drawing the precious image of Izuku sleeping soundly, his soft lips slightly parted and a little…tempting to touch with yours.

You bite your lip, suppressing a smile with fruitless success. You don’t get enough chances to see him in this peaceful state since he’s typically awake before you. And, with Pro Hero work, there’s no guarantee he’ll always be with you when you fall asleep. He tries, and you appreciate his efforts. You relish in all the moments you do get. Twisting your body, you reach for your phone, of course making sure to not disrupt Izuku’s slumber—not yet at least. With a hurried swipe down the screen, your finger presses the camera icon. 

Time for a photoshoot of a snoozing Izuku? Definitely. What Izuku doesn’t know won’t hurt him. 

Photo after photo, you become overwhelmed by the desire to kiss him. You nuzzle the tip of your nose against his chin, the whites of your teeth shining. Moving up, you press a gentle kiss onto his lips. You take a moment to gaze at him, wondering how many kisses it’ll take before he stirs awake. You thumb his lower lip, your other fingers providing delicate strokes to the side of his face. You mentally count the soft pecks to his mouth, his nose, and his freckles, your favorite. 

You’re having too much fun peppering his cheeks.

Izuku’s arms twitch over you, his hands spreading over your spine before squeezing you into a tighter hug. Once your eyes find his, you’re internally screaming, weeping over the visage you see. Izuku is blinking once, twice. His eyes are half-lidded as he gifts you a sleepy grin.

 Oh, how you want to wrap him in your arms and never let go. 

“Well, good morning to you too, honey.” Izuku chuckles as he caresses your cheek; and you’re all too eager to lean in and plant a kiss onto the palm of his scarred hand. At the sight of you, his heart swells up, him feeling so eternally grateful for the love you’ve given him.

He wishes you could kiss him awake every day. 

Izuku brings himself closer, ending the gap between his lips and yours and kissing you with all the tenderness he can ever muster. It’s a breathtaking kiss, a kiss that inspires all the new and old stars to shine even brighter. 

⤏ suggestive/semi-spicy ⤎

Alright, please hear me out on this: I imagine you being the one to initiate a…good number of things at the beginning of your relationship with dear Izuku. He’s quite shy and nervous about all kinds of physical affection because it’s you, and the last thing he’d ever want is to make you uncomfortable. Babe wishes only the best and nothing but the best for you. 

But, watch out. Once Izuku is gains enough confidence, he’ll initiate the intimacies, even the steamy ones. If your lips are lingering on his, he’ll gladly reciprocate and adjust to what you enjoy.

There’s no doubt that darling Izuku can take the lead when he desires. On some days, though, he savors the pleasure in letting you control the pace in your salacious escapades. 

With a mischievous smile on your face, you press open-mouthed kisses on his neck. Izuku loves, loves, loves neck kisses since he’s just so sensitive there. When you begin nipping at his skin, Izuku is instantly wide-awake, trembling ever so cutely. His hands grip your hips, guiding you up to sit comfortably between his abdomen and pelvis. You prop your hands near the curls of his hair and lean into his face.

“Good morning, baby,” you say in between pecks. Long gone is Izuku, utterly pure goo by your loving touches. 

Expectedly, he’s speechless, too focused on the generosity of your passion. Because he’s hopelessly lost in you, his words are incoherent, a mumbling mess when he makes an attempt to ask for more. Fortunately for him, you’re able to comprehend his sweet soft ramblings; and with a giggle, you comply with deliberately slow caresses before shifting in hurried fervor when he least expects it and then repeating the cycle. 

Such a tease. You don’t see Izuku complaining though. Hell no. 

If there’s anything truly addicting it has to be your kisses. And, no, you can’t fight Izuku on this. He’ll take this to his grave if he has to. Your lips, against his own or over his body, leave sweet delectable marks of your unwavering adoration; though unseen he knows you’re forever with him. 

Sweetie, Izuku is under your spell. He’ll follow you through the ends of the earth if you allow him. You are the one for him.    

Deft fingers play with the hem of your over-sized shirt, lifting it up and exposing your soft skin to draw little shapes. You hum when Izuku traces your bare back, the combination of the cool air and his hot digits too tantalizing. With one hand cupping your beloved’s face, the other is interlaced with his. You can feel the various diminutive bumps and ridges adorned around his palm and digits. Bodies meshed together, tongues tangled, lips coated in saliva, you and Izuku are living a euphoric paradise this morning. 

⤏ safe for work ⤎

We all know about the legendary Bakugou Hours. The man’s already asleep by 9 P.M. on some days. I say some because, well, working as a Pro Hero is certainly not a walk in the park. That’s silly. Expect him to be home to you at god knows what hours most of the time. With his body already conditioned to somehow function at peak performance at the crack of dawn with merely a few hours of sleep is a feat in and of itself. He is most likely the one waking you up with kisses. 

However, the days that you wake up before your explosive darling are his favorite days. 

Gleams of the warm sunrise peak through the tiny spaces between the curtains of your shared room, stroking your face and stirring you from a deep delightful slumber. The bridge of your cute nose scrunching at the sun’s intrusion. You swiftly move a hand to your brow bone, creating peace to your delicate eyelids. Your eyes flutter open, the tenderness of your gaze on Katsuki faintly snoozing as he lays on his side.

You take a moment to swallow in his image—the vulnerability and natural beauty of Katsuki while he sleeps pulls at your heartstrings every single time. You want to cradle him forever, guard him from the darkness of the world because you know he damn well deserves that kind of love, the love that brings peace to his mind.  

As he sleeps, you oh so carefully shuffle closer, your body mirroring his position. Both of you typically hold each other in your arms, him the big spoon or vice versa; but, you and Katsuki tend to move around as your sleep cycles further during the night.

With your fingers, you delicately trace his lips, which are so soft despite some cracks faintly peeking through now. Closing the gap between you, you press your lips against him, peppering Katsuki with chaste kisses that hold the weight of the world in them. Craning your neck, you trail loving caresses along his jaw, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, both eyelids, even his eyelashes, and his forehead. 

Katsuki’s body trembles underneath your gentle assault, his limbs beginning to rustle under the blanket, his handsome face crinkling. His vermillion eyes snap open when he feels your lips lingering just a tad longer at the sensitive spot between his neck and shoulder. A shiver runs down his body.

Fuck, what a great thing to wake up to.

Is he pleased? Hell yeah, of course. But, he could definitely have more of you. 

He shifts and releases a low grunt of satisfaction from the back of his throat, relishing the warmth of your kisses. You rub your nose against Katsuki’s for an eskimo kiss and pull back, admiring the sleepiness etched onto his face. He’s adorable. And, you’re ready to bury your face onto your pillow and squeal. You bite your lip as you smile and use the pad of your finger to tap his nose.

“Good morning, sweet prince.” Watching him blink through his sleepy daze, you giggle, the sound of your voice intoxicating to Katsuki. He wraps an arm around the small of your back, bringing your body to fit snug against his. 

“G’mornin’ princess,” he murmurs against the top of your head. You can feel his lips curving. It makes you truly happy to spend these quiet moments with him. No one, but you can see him like this; and every day you’re thankful to love and be loved by the one and only Bakugou Katsuki. 

⤏ suggestive/semi-spicy ⤎

Okay, real talk. You simply don’t wake up Katsuki with your lips pressed against him without expecting something in return. If he is the one initiating the morning kisses, then you’re guaranteed for one hell of a ride. If you are the one taking the initiative, you bet your ass Katsuki will want more. But, this can go two ways: the need for food in your belly overcomes the need for Katsuki or the need for Katsuki overcomes the need for food in your belly. Well, let’s just say your appetite for him is too strong on most days.

The man is insatiable for you and will, more often than not, take you when he pleases and however he pleases. You don’t mind though, not in the slightest. You crave him as much as he craves you.

The sensation of a particular kiss against his throat easily rouses him from a relaxing sleep. His fingers tangle in the soft locks of your hair, gently pulling to guide your head upwards and making you come face to face with him. Katsuki has that look—an unquestionably sinful glint in his eyes. His vermillion gaze burns through your own, sparks of fire dancing between you. Before you can greet him, Katsuki pulls you close, your back arching as he hovers his face in the valley between your breasts exposed by the lace camisole you’re wearing and nips at the delicate skin.

Will he leave a mark? Yes. This is Bakugou Katsuki. He just has to claim you in any way possible.

“Mmm, Suki. What about breakfast?” You’re breathless, the words from your mouth spoken through each slow passionate kiss.

“I’m having you for breakfast, princess.” Katsuki pushes you down, your figure falling a little…unceremoniously against the mattress. His brawny frame hovering your small one, his knee finding comfortable purchase between your bare legs. Your head is caged between his forearms. 

Good luck trying to get out. Once he has you in his clutches, there’s no way out.

And suddenly, that familiar tingle rushes through your body, the tips of your toes slightly curling, the rosiness of your cheeks painting the obvious excitement for what’s to come.

Playing with fire is dangerous, honey. So, don’t expect to be having an actual breakfast any time soon. Maybe a late lunch. Who knows?

Katsuki captures your mouth in great haste, his tongue smoothing over your bottom lip and eagerly welcoming yours in passionate heat, devouring you like a starved man. You’re breathless, overwhelmed by the intensity of his desire. Pulling away with a pop, there’s a string of saliva connecting you both. He brings his delicious ambush down your body as his nimble fingers lift your camisole to feel the softness of your skin. Your hands grip his hair, lightly tugging and grazing your fingernails against his scalp in pure bliss. This action only spurs Katsuki, a smug grin drawing onto his face. His caresses are teasing, but they become more fervent, quicker, messier.

Katsuki has always been a passionate person; his explosive nature and steadfast determination are obvious indications of his character. And, well, naturally this carries over elsewhere. 

[elysianluv]

a/n: the happiesttttt birthday to my favourite lil sis @muichiroslover i love you so much bby, you're an absolute angel even if you can be evil at times </3 just know that i think you deserve the entire world :( i wish you the happiest of days and an amazing year!! you're doing great and i'm rooting for you always ❤️ everyone go wish rin a happy birthday rn 😤😤

baji keisuke — ( don't we touch each other to prove we are still here? )

the moon hangs too high in the sky for anyone to be awake, blanketing the streets of shibuya in its silvery rays — and aside from the occasional motorbike that revs past your open window, and the police sirens in a distance, the world is quiet, asleep. your mind runs amok with thoughts too intrusive to allow you sleep however, leaving you to be perhaps the only soul wide awake in this silent city.

your phone dings.

or not, you muse, before letting out a small groan and reaching for your bedside table. within less than an hour, the clock will strike twelve, and the day to come is yours entirely; yours to wish upon, yours to celebrate, yours to conquer.

the glaring artificial light that assaults your eyes when you open your phone has you wincing – until you read the notification, of course.

you awake?

your tongue between your teeth, you type out a quick reply, wondering what's possessed your boyfriend to be awake at this time. his response is immediate, answering your question with one of his own:

how well can you jump, baby?

you're seconds away from asking what in the world was going on inside his head when baji elaborates,

look out the window?

and lo and behold, with his beloved bike parked across the street from your house, baji grins at you in greeting. you're pulling your window open before your mind can register its actions, carefully stepping onto the ledge. surprise registers onto your boyfriend's face as he lets out a string of curses before rushing forward towards your lawn, his eyes large and unbelieving of the sight before him.

still, he grins, his arms prepared for you. you can't help but mirror the expression as you let go, a small yelp escaping you when you land on top of him, rather than into his arms. keisuke stumbles, cursing his footing, before his arms tighten around you and he lets himself fall on the soft grass.

   "hello kiss," he grumbles, the tips of his ears reddening. you oblige, your arms wrapping around his neck before you lean in, sighing contentedly at his smile when your lips meet his.

   "so–"

   "–i'm taking you for a ride," baji announces, his hand outstretched as he waits. you spend a moment attempting to guess what he was getting at, before accepting your defeat — baji keisuke was the furthest thing from predictable, after all.

beside his bike, he runs a hand through your hair before picking up the extra helmet. his hands, rough and calloused, handle you with the utmost gentleness as he adjusts the helmet in place — baji lingers in front of you for a moment, hesitating, before he leans in and leaves you with a quick kiss on your cheek, both of you now flushed.

   "don't jump like that next time, you had me scared shitless," he tells you, gesturing for your arms to tighten around his torso. you heed the call, pressing your forehead against his back as a laugh escapes you.

   "how well can you jump, baby?" you deepen your voice to imitate his, mocking the text he sent earlier. "oh– did you get a new perfume, kei?"

you feel him stiffen against you, subconsciously pressing a kiss to his shoulder. he eases then, answering, "it is new, yeah. why?"

   "nothing, i just...it's familiar." your grip tightens as he turns to park, and you finally figure out his destination — the beach. you shiver as a chilled breeze flies past you, curling into the warmth your clothing provides.

baji rubs his hands together, before catching sight of you — he's quick to bring your hands into his, rubbing them as well. satisfied once they're warmer, keisuke places your arms under his jacket and around his waist. "you're being awfully sappy tonight," you comment, curling your fingers into his shirt.

"i didn't see you all day and you've still got attitude to show me?" eyebrow raised, he leans his forehead against yours. the golden sparkles that litter the collar of his shirt and the cuffs of his jeans give a good idea of what exactly kept him busy enough to not see you all day, and you bite back a grin, prepared to act shocked when your surprise party will reveal itself tomorrow.

keisuke glances at the watch adorning his wrist, a slow smile spreading across his lips. using a finger to tilt your chin upwards, he meets your gaze. "happy birthday, baby."

a furious flush spreads across your cheeks. "th– thank you."

"want me to sing you the song?" keisuke asks and you slap his chest, laughing.

with baji's sudden proximity, you inhale the scent of the new perfume he's gotten, when your eyes light up in recognition. "kei! is this the perfume i told you i liked when we went to the mall that one time?"

it isn't really a question because you both know it's true, but his wolfish grin confirms your guess. he still feels it necessary to quip, "a smart one, aren't ya?"

"you're cute," you tell him, nose crinkled in amusement.

his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "did you just call me cute?"

you smile innocently.

keisuke nods with a proud grin of his own, "damn straight i am."

[bella-caecilia]

Love all your Cobert drabbles and fanfic 🥰❤️would you consider writing a drabble where Robert is looking after a sick pregnant Cora ?

Thank you so much, dear anon! I am so pleased you enjoy my fics, and I absolutely love your prompt <3 I hope I did it justice :)

Forever is composed of nows

January 1892

The day had been awfully quiet and dull. Actually, it hadn’t been much different to the other days but the one thing that differed seemed to have a huge impact. Robert was engaging in all the activities the day demanded from him but his mind was occupied with the void that was accompanying him all day.

Cora was sick. When he had gotten up this morning, she had lain with her back to him, cuddled around some extra pillows as was the case most of the time over the last weeks. It was the only position she felt assuredly comfortable in. Her growing belly was meanwhile not only distinctively visible but also restricting her movements and activity. Robert was now that it was the second pregnancy a lot more confident how to deal with a pregnant wife. He wasn’t opposed to getting another baby so soon after they had Mary. And Cora had her especially sweet moments during this pregnancy. She wasn’t always sweet and easy but if she was sweet, it was a supreme joy to spend time with her. Robert had missed a lot of these parts the first time.

When he had started his day this morning, he had pressed a kiss to Cora’s cheek. She had been bothered by this intervention in her last hours of sleep, scrunching up her nose and grumbling sleepily. Usually, if she hadn’t had a particularly hard night for her aching back, she hummed at his attentions groggily and gave him a sleepy but content smile. Today, she had pulled the blanket tighter around herself, turning even more to her side, and had started shivering despite being bundled up in her cosy nest, the warmest of places in the early morning.

He should have known it. The thought had even passed his mind one or two times yesterday. He probably even mentioned it to her but she had brushed it aside light-heartedly. The long walk yesterday had been too much. Too extensive. Too cold. Too little adapted to her pregnant state and the needs of the baby. He should have taken better care of her. But his wife had a way of gushing over the prospects she was excited about that made it impossible for him in his ‘besotted’ – how Mama called it – state to deny her these wishes. And yesterday she had lilted about the winter wonderland that the snow had conjured up outside.

“I can wear the new set of gloves and hat I purchased with Mama in Ripon,” she had said excitedly as she had gazed out of the window with a dreamy expression. Robert had been happy that Mama hadn’t seen how Cora had pressed her nose against the window first things in the morning when he had picked her up from her room after breakfast. After her first reaction, Cora gladly had her excitement much better under control.

“But they won’t keep you warm enough, dear,” he had interjected while scamming the mail his father had handed him to have a look at.

She had turned around lively. “But we had them made especially for this winter,” she had explained with emphasis.

“Not for these temperatures, though. They are more decorative.”

She had furrowed her brow, clearly not happy with this. “But you have something to wear at these temperatures?” He had nodded. Cora then had shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “Well, it would only be a small walk really.” And Robert hadn’t been able to argue with her fluttering lashes.

Of course, it hadn’t been a small walk. Cora had been particularly persevering this day, spurred on greatly by the white blankets covering the landscapes. The newly falling snowflakes hadn’t helped to keep their outing short. And actually, Robert had forgotten his plan to bring Cora back inside as well when they had been surrounded by the trickling snow.

But the next morning, Cora had to pay the price. Shiveringly, sneezing, sniffingly, Robert had had to leave her behind as he had gone down for breakfast. He had hurried through his morning tea and toast to look after her soon again.

“Don’t go back into her room now, son. We don’t want you to catch her cold,” Papa had stated as he had looked up from his papers for a short moment.

“I’ll only be a minute.” Robert had stood up already and had thrown his head back, downing the remainder of his tea.

Her lady’s maid had already taken care of her, and when he stepped into her room again after his hurried breakfast, Cora had been propped up with an abundance of pillows in the centre of the bed, nursing a steaming cup of herbal infusion. She had looked really sick and his father’s warning seemed pretty reasonable then. Cora had assured him that she was fine so Robert pursued the day’s tasks. But the whole day he couldn’t help but think about his wife, well advanced in pregnancy and now also suffering under the nasty agonies of a full-blown cold. And even though, he dreaded remembering the awful times he had lain in bed with a cold himself he decided to visit Cora again when it was actually nearly time for tea in the drawing-room.

He knocked on her door. The first sound that came from the inside was a cough.

“Come in?” it was more of a weak question than an invitation.

Robert swiftly opened the door and instantly looked for Cora hidden under blankets. “Cora?”

“Oh, it’s you!” She turned her head to him, a delighted smile greeting him. The red nose, the dry lips, the features drawn by exhaustion didn’t get lost on him, nevertheless.

“How are you, my dear?” he asked and briskly crossed the distance to her bed, sitting down on the edge.

“Alright, I guess,” she said in a soft voice as if to not stress her vocal cords. ‘You don’t seem alright,’ Robert thought. But he didn’t say anything and just took her hand that rested frailly next to her on the blanket. His gaze – after taking in her paretic vision – settled on her other unmoving hand cradling her belly passively.

“The little one is alright too,” Cora breathed. Robert’s eyes snapped back up to her face. She had tilted her head slightly to the right, and her adoring eyes swept over his concerned features.

“Everything else would be unacceptable,” he said in lack of anything more appropriate to reply. He stroked the back of her hand with a repeated and unconscious gesture.

“Robert, it’s just a cold really. Don’t be so worried. Shouldn’t you be downstairs with your parents anyway?” Cora seemed trying to speak with insistence but her voice was shaky and raspy. Her hand tightened slightly in his grip. A weak attempt at squeezing his hand. Of course, Robert had considered having to join Papa and Mama for tea, but he quickly dismissed the thought again.

“I have other duties to attend to right now,” he said simply. A rush of surprise ran over Cora’s features. Robert reached out his left hand and cupped her cheek with his palm. Her skin burned beneath the ball of his hand. “I’m looking after my wife,” he said softly, trying to adapt a voice as soothingly as possible. Cora’s expression softened. And he knew – now for sure – that this was the only right decision. The only place to be right now. For her mild smile and for the high temperatures reigning over her body she surely tried to downplay.

“Mama won’t be very amused,” Cora whispered and her voice first turned into a breath before tumbling into a coughing fit. Her moveless body was suddenly shaken forcefully and Robert hectically searched his pockets for a handkerchief to pass her. When he eventually held a perfectly white one in front of her a little unsure, she waved her hand impatiently, dismissing the only gesture of support he had been able to think of. Robert was relieved when she pointed to the mug on her bedside table instead. He rushed around the bed and lifted the mug. Tea. A cup of herbal tea would surely be good. While he prepared the lukewarm beverage for her, Cora’s coughs dwindled. Her hands covering her mouth sank down onto her belly, caressing it lightly before taking the proffered cup from Robert. She took several tiny sips and Robert listened to the audible gulps, on the alert for further coughs. Cora lowered the cup until it rested on her blanket-covered belly. She sighed.

“Thank you.” It was a soft whisper.

“It’s alright, my dear,” Robert hummed and sat down beside her again, now to her right. He shuffled closer and brushed strands of loose hair from her face. Only then he noticed that they had stuck to her sweaty temples. “It’s alright,” he repeated, and in the silence that followed he realised that his voice was very close to the cooing Cora used with baby Mary, mostly when she visited her on her own merits in the nursery every morning.

Robert extracted the empty cup from Cora’s hands and put it aside. Her eyelids were heavy and her demeanour was rather paretic again. Robert bent forward a little and tried imitating the gestures he had observed this morning from Cora’s maid. She had done it so quickly and proficiently. He touched the pillows under Cora’s head tentatively and tried propping them up a little to adjust Cora’s position and prepare a more comfortable environment for her to rest in. He was highly focused not to jostle her too much. He also grabbed the upper end of the blankets covering her and pulled them up a little more, tucking her in entirely to keep the rushes of cold winter air from endangering her frail state even more. Robert gently brushed his hands over the blanket on her chest and belly, and only then his eyes connected with hers again. She had a serene smile on her face. Her light eyes shone, giving her appearance instantly a bit more liveliness.

“How are you feeling?” Robert asked.

“Never better,” she whispered softly, and her tone was free of irony. She covered his hands on her belly and clutched them limply to their unborn child.

“Take a rest, Cora,” Robert proposed. “You can need some more sleep.” And before she could argue, Robert pre-empted Cora’s instant intention to interject with a cooed reassurance, “I will stay by your side.” His statement stole her thunder, and she let out a long exhale as she fully relaxed again, sinking back into the pillows.

“I will stay here and look how far you’ve come with this poetry collection,” he pointed his head to the book on her bedside table. It was a volume her mother had sent her from America containing some heartfelt verses of some female American writer Robert had never heard of before. “And when you’re awake again I can read it to you from where you’ve left it.”

Cora merely nodded and her eyelids drooped already considerably. Robert watched how sleep took hold of his wife and followed the regular movements of her breathing with his eyes and his hands on her stomach. His hands felt good there. Between Cora’s palms and the soft cotton of the blanket on her round belly. He looked to the poetry collection shortly. Emily Dickinson had to wait. He rather kept his hands where Cora guarded their second little miracle.

…

The title of this drabble is a quote by Emily Dickinson.

[romirola]

hey love! this prompt is a little old, but how about “aren’t you tired?” “Don’t worry about me.” with Elliot and sunshine? keep doing what you do best ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Anon 1, I’m so glad to hear that you find comfort in my work. I noticed you didn’t provide characters with this request, so I hope you don’t mind that I decided to incorporate this one into a fic requested by Anon 2 featuring Elliott and Sunshine.

Anon 2, Thanks for your request and for giving me the chance to write Elliott/Sunshine for the first time! Not sure what it is I do best, but when I figure that out, you can bet I’ll keep doing it.

Hope you both enjoy!

Rating: T, WC: ~1.5K, Prompts: “You are what’s important right now,” “Aren’t you tired?/Don’t worry about me,” and Elliott/Sunshine

Elliott barely had the strength to drag himself through the front door, but some way, somehow, he managed to get there, kick off his shoes, and stumbled onto the couch. Every muscle in his body was sore from being heavily overworked and the strain in his eyes was almost too much to bear. Defense Dreamscaping was an important job that was best described as long stretches of solitude where the dreamwalker built up the protection for the client that was for extra security. Insurance, if you will. Occasionally, though, the reason for a client’s need to have that protection showed up to attack the dreamscape. It was during these times that Elliott’s work would suddenly be better described as an “Offensive Dreamscaper,” because it became his job to deter and to subdue that threat until a D.U.M.P. Investigator could be called to arrest the perpetrator. In those cases, Elliott was the only thing standing between the person who hired his services and a threat to that client’s mental security. He took that job incredibly seriously and would do everything in his power to reinforce the dreamscape he crafted and to take out anyone who even attempted to slip past him.

And tonight had been one of those nights.

Elliott briefly considered rising so that he could change and share a few minutes in bed with his partner, who actually worked a job that took place during the day, like most non-dreamwalkers. After a moment, though, he decided he was even too beat to do that. Besides, he told himself, he didn’t want to wake them up if he got into the bed too clumsily or noisily. Elliott knew he could put them back to sleep if that happened, but with how drained he was feeling, Elliott presumed even that bit of simple, easy magic would be too difficult for him. Not only that, but natural sleep was technically more restful than induced sleep, and his Sunshine needed all the sleep they could get.

So, Elliott stretched and yawned, sprawling out on the couch in a position he knew would make him sore whenever he woke up and closed his eyes. Leave it to a dreamwalker to know all the best sleep hygiene practices only to follow none of them at the slightest bit of inconvenience.

He closed his eyes, fully ready to lose himself to sleep, except the dull aches and pains kept preventing him from falling into a deep sleep. He was not sure if a minute or an hour passed when he found himself pulled back to wakefulness when the overhead lights turned on, flooding the room with brightness.

“Elliott?” Sunshine whispered.

He squinted instinctually against the harsh light. “Hey, Sunshine,” he mumbled, the strain in his eyes bearing down on each eyeball.

“Why are you out here?” They kneeled next to the couch when they noticed Elliott was too tired to sit up and make room for them like he often did. Sunshine schooled their face into a neutral expression, though when they took in the sight of Elliott’s disheveled appearance, they became quite worried. “Long night at work?”

“That’s quite the understatement,” he grimaced. “Had to deal with an attempted break in today. It ended up zapping a lot of my power. Just the way it goes sometimes. You’ll be happy to know that not one iota of the client’s dreamscape was compromised.” Elliott began to yawn, scrambling to cover his mouth.

“I’m so proud of you. You’re so good at your job. Your clients don’t know how lucky they are to have you in their head.” Sunshine meant every syllable, though sometimes, they could not help but wish Elliott would have chosen an easier profession that was not so taxing on his complex powers or his overall psyche.

“Hmm, well, this one was,” Elliott bashfully acknowledged. “Sunshine, w-what time is it?”

Sunshine craned their neck to check the digital clock underneath the TV. “4:41AM.”

Elliot clicked his tongue. “Your alarm isn’t going to ring for another two hours. Just go back to bed. I'm fine.”

“You look like shit,” Sunshine quipped, rolling their eyes.

“Says you,” Elliott joked. “Go on, Sunshine. I don’t want to cut into your sleep tonight. Aren’t you tired?”

“Don’t worry about me.” Sunshine blew a raspberry with their lips to support their point. “I love being with you any time of the day or night.” When they lightly kissed Elliott’s forehead, they were surprised to see that he winced at their gentle touch. Sunshine gasped quietly. “Are you in pain?” they asked in distress. “I thought the stuff happening in the dreamscape didn’t carry over into reality?” They tried so hard to keep everything Elliott had told them about the empowered world straight, but sometimes, it all was so confusing to them.

“No, no, you’re right,” Elliott said quickly. “What happens in dreamscape stays in dreamscape. I’m not injured like I got in a physical fight or something. In sustaining the dream and the protective borders I form around it, I pull at my magical threads, sort of like you use muscles to move a body part. When you overwork a muscle, it gets sore. Maybe swollen. Maybe stiff. Same thing with our threads. When a dreamwalker overworks his dream magic.” He pointed to himself with both of his thumbs. “This is what you deal with. Being tired as hell, but unable to fall asleep.”

Sunshine’s eyes swept over Elliott, noting the tension in his face, the slight trembling of his torso, and the crooked positioning of his limbs. “Oh, my poor dream defender,” they sympathized. It was a nickname that they had bestowed upon Elliott after he told them about his job. He might always scoff at it, but Sunshine knew that he enjoyed the term. “Then let me help you get to sleep.”

“Oh,” Elliott sighed. “But I’m okay, really, Sunshine. I just…”

“Nonsense,” Sunshine purred. “How many times have you helped me back to sleep after a nightmare? Or, literally jumped in the nightmare to stop it from happening?” They swiveled around so that they could lean against the couch cushion as they let one hand slowly stroke up and down Elliott's arm. They let their fingers trace the tattoo of a dreamcatcher that morphed into a moon that spread across his bicep. “For once, you need me. You are what’s important right now. And I’m not going to let you down.”

They made a move to adjust his pillow, but Elliott reached out to cup their cheek. “I need you every day,” Elliott asserted confidently. “I might be the one with powers, but you’re the one who’s got me under their spell.”

Sunshine smiled at Elliott’s forthright declaration of love. “Yeah, well, if that’s the case, then do what I say and let me help you relax, okay? Please?”

“‘Please?’” Elliott repeated, mocking their intonation. “How could I say no to that?” To be honest, Sunshine’s offer sounded heavenly to him. He felt like he barely had the strength to blink, let alone to withstand his partner’s charm.

“Good. Then let me just fix your pillow here so it supports your neck.” They quickly did as they narrated. “And I’ll grab you this.” They snatched the throw blanket off of the back of the couch and spread it across Elliott. “How’s that feel?”

Elliott was about to answer, but he suddenly felt a lump in his throat form, blocking his ability to talk momentarily. He took in the scene before him and awestruck. He was, after a long, hard day with the one person he loved the most giving up the last few hours of precious sleep to care for him in his weakened, pained state. The idea could’ve brought him to tears. The dreamwalker had never imagined his own life would mirror the dreams he kept in his heart, much too afraid to ever craft in a dreamscape, lest he’d stay there forever. The more Elliott thought about how lucky he was to have Sunshine, the closer he got to openly weeping in front of them.

“It f-feels good,” he choked out, too overwhelmed with both pain in his body and wonder in his head. “Th-thanks, Sunshine.”

“Now, just take a few deep breaths for me. In and out,” they instructed, letting their fingers sweep through his hair from his scalp to ends. “There we go,” Sunshine crooned as Elliott breathed along with them. “You protect people when they are at their most vulnerable all the time,” Sunshine marvelled proudly. “But now it’s time to let yourself feel vulnerable. To let yourself let go. To let yourself rest.”

“Mhmm,” Elliott murmured lazily, letting his suddenly heavy eyelids close. He felt his body melt into the cushions a little more.

“Goodnight, Elliott,” Sunshine whispered. “I love you.” They were so close to Elliott that he could feel the warm breath from their speech waft over his face. To know they were right there with him only deepened his relaxation. He almost wanted to open his eyes back up, if only it meant he could look at their gorgeous face for a little longer. As if Sunshine could read his thoughts, they began to hum lightly, offering him a gentle reminder that they were right next to him and would be through the night.

And, Elliot’s sleepy thoughts added, for many nights after that.

That warm, comforting thought was the last thing Elliott remembered from that night as Sunshine hummed him to sleep.

[my-reality-my-rules]

hi <3 i have been trying to shift for like a month now and last night I think I almost shifted. I was saying affirmations while tryna fall asleep and then suddenly I started hearing this loud whooshing sound around my ears. Idk of that is even a symptom. But then it went away and I fell asleep. I dunno what to do after that like should I wait or like try again. Bc usually when I get those whooshing sounds I just get sleep paralysis lmao. Pls help

[thanks for this ask!]

i asked my friend about this. she's not a part of the shifting community, but she has expressed interest in it before, and has experience with sleep paralysis.

one of the things she told me was to try sleeping in a more comfortable position, or at least in a way that doesn't necessarily have you lying on your back. I've also seen other shifting creators who have sleep paralysis recommend doing this. correct me if I'm wrong, but this usually happens when doing the raven method, i think. if that's one of the methods you use, remember, you can tweak it however way you want!

you really don't have to lie in a starfish position and stay still while counting to 100. this counts for all others too. you can do your methods and affirmations on your side, or as you're sitting down. it really doesn't matter. additionally, my friend also suggested that you use a pillow as some kind of support, so there's extra...softness? comfort. whatever you'd like to call it. she mentioned that it helped her focus less on her paralysis. even if she wasn't able to move, she could still feel her pillow, and shift her attention to that rather than her sleep paralysis demon.

another thing that you could try doing is making sure you're well-rested. most of the articles I've been reading about sleep paralysis advise having enough hours of sleep every night. it makes sense—the better sleep you get, the more comfortable you are. and the more comfortable you are, the higher the chances are of you shifting.

you can also choose to try again after some time, if you feel like it could help. you shouldn't subject yourself to terrors every time just so you can actually shift. taking breaks really freshens you up and grounds you, giving you the space to stop and reflect.

i hope this helps!! happy shifting ❤️❤️