#very tired today... need to hug him... be cozy with him

[meownotgood]

sleepy morning cuddles with aki like an everyday routine for the two of you ^_^

cuddling and holding each other until you have to wake up, not wanting to move, just wanting to feel each other's warm bodies and comforting touch for as long as possible...... need this carnally

[ddejavvu]

Hi! How are you my love? Happy mondayy! Could I request roommate!James Potter where he is usually touchy with the reader and open about his love for her but she always runs in fear of it ruining their friendship? But one evening reader is very soft and touch starved and in need of some love so she goes to him and James is shocked but also melts.

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

hi lovey happy monday to you too!! <3

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Your heart shouldn't be pounding in your chest while you walk up to James's open door. He leaves it that way so that you can come and go as you please; he's literally offering you constant access to him. But your nerves are getting the best of you as you shuffle into the doorway, calling his name in a soft, meek voice when he doesn't notice you behind the screen of his phone.

His big brown eyes are wide with curiosity as he glances questioningly at you, "Hm? What's'a matter, love?"

"Can I please have a hug?"

There they were. The six words you'd repeated over and over and over again in your head, trying to drum up the courage to actually say them to James's face. The boy lends affection like band-aids, always eager to patch someone's bad day up with what's in plentiful reserve. but for some reason asking for it now is daunting, especially after the exhausting week you've had.

He blinks in rapid succession at your unusual offer, but he nods where he's laying atop his covers.

"'Course you can have a hug, darling." He drops his phone to his chest, arms outstretched, "C'mere, come get cozy with me."

You're extra mortified about being asked to crawl into bed with the man. He's not going to creep on you, you know that for sure, but it's scary to climb into someone's bed.

"James, I-" You don't want to inconvenience him by asking him to stand, either. You gnaw on the inside of your cheek, troubled eyes laid over him where he's waiting for your embrace.

"Come on," He soothes, opening and closing his hands in rapid succession to lure you in, "Come here, come get a hug."

You take the four steps necessary to stand by his bed, letting him do the rest of the work by taking your hand and pulling you onto the mattress. His arms are around you before you've even gotten adjusted, and you find your face tantalizingly close to his own when you finally settle onto the pillow.

He cages you into his chest, and even though it's exactly what you'd asked for, it's electrifying.

"What's wrong, darling?" He asks, his hand flitting up to trace your jaw with his thumb as he holds it in place so that you can't avoid his eyes.

"I've had a bad week." You lament, "Just- a tiring one, that's all. I'm tired and I don't want to go to work tomorrow."

His pretty brown eyes ooze with sweetness, same as his voice when he croons, "M'sorry, love. I wish you didn't have to go in either. Can you call out sick?"

"They need me to open," You shake your head, relishing the feeling of his arms wound snugly around you while you lay in his embrace, "I just have to get through it."

"Sorry," He repeats, mushing a kiss to your forehead that you think might make you explode into a cloud of ashes on the spot, "Opening shifts suck. Do you open for the rest of the week?"

"No, just tomorrow. I'm off day after next."

"That's good." He hums, and his discerning eyes study you, "You know you don't have to ask for a hug, right? M'always happy to give you one. Jus' go for it, okay?"

"I can't just crawl into your bed whenever I please," You groan, wishing more than ever that you could bury your face into his chest to evade his intense gaze.

"Of course you can," He laughs, and his chest shakes with the sound, jostling you slightly, "That's why I got a big enough mattress for the both of us, sweetheart. Always hoped you'd come for a cuddle."

"James," You warn, cheeks ablaze where he can surely feel the heat against his fingers, "You can't say things like that to me."

"Oh, hush," He scoffs, and this time his plump lips press to the space between your eyes, pushed over the bridge of your nose in an awkward spot. "Just snuggle in, love. You can sleep here tonight, m'kay? I'll set my alarms for you, and rub your back 'till you fall asleep. That way you'll be rested for tomorrow, and then we can spend the day after back in here."

"I'm not spending an entire day in your bed," You lie through your teeth, your tone pointlessly strict.

James knows you're lying, and he hides his grin by letting you mash your face against his chest, already beginning to lay gentle strokes over your back with the tips of his fingers, "Okay, darling. Whatever you say."

[2996-sana]

kookeu's divorced parents

summary: exes to lovers / could this be the start of a new chapter? nayeon let out an exaggerated sigh as her phone pinged, drawing attention to the message on the screen.

y/n: nayeon, i need to see kookeu. it's been two weeks.

rolling her eyes, nayeon swiftly typed back.

nayeon: busy week ahead. can't make it.

chaeyoung, across the practice room, noticed nayeon's dramatic reaction and playfully inquired, "what's bothering you, unnie?"

the question piqued the interest of the other members, who were lounging on the practice room floor after a tiring practice.

nayeon, adopting a frustrated tone, spilled the beans. "y/n is asking about kookeu again."

"sounds like a serious kookeu withdrawal,” momo said.

tzuyu, offering sensible advice, suggested, "just let her see kookeu, unnie. after all, you both adopted him."

"why have you been gatekeeping kookeu lately anyway?" jihyo questioned.

"rumor has it nayeon thinks y/n might be off the market. they’re preparing for a custody battle." jeongyeon, seizing the opportunity to tease nayeon giggled.

nayeon gasped and playfully tossed her cap at jeongyeon. "so what if she is? i don’t care.”

sana leaned in with an exaggerated expression. “kookeu might be meeting his stepmom soon.”

mina, usually reserved, chimed in, "maybe that's why y/n is so eager to see kookeu – she's planning introductions.”

"you two are relentless. kookeu is just a dog, and y/n wants to see him because... because she misses him.” nayeon sighed in mock exasperation. "i can't believe i'm entertaining this conversation. y/n just wants to see kookeu, that's it.”

"are you trying to convince us or yourself?" jeongyeon couldn't help but raise an eyebrow,

chaeyoung chimed in with a giggle, "yeah, unnie, and what's with the sudden detective work? last i checked, she was single."

nayeon, brushing off the playful accusations, rolled her eyes, "since when have you and y/n been besties? anyway, it's not like i'm jumping to conclusions here. two weeks ago, i was at her place, bringing kookeu, the usual routine, right? and then, out of nowhere, a new scent lingered in the air. now, i'm not crazy, but we all know y/n is practically married to that jo malone perfume of hers. so, naturally, i found it a bit suspicious."

"did you ask her about it, unnie?" tzuyu asked.

nayeon, adopting a defensive stance, quickly replied, "no! why would i? it's none of my business anyway."

the other girls exchanged knowing looks. despite nayeon's attempt to sound nonchalant, they were pretty sure she considered it very much her business.

"momo, i'll be off now," nayeon announced from her living room, catching momo's attention. in nayeon's arms was kookeu, and as momo approached, she couldn't resist showering the furry friend with affection, planting kisses on the small dog.

"are you going to see your other mommy today, kookeu? be good, okay," momo cooed to the little dog, who wagged its tail in response.

nayeon, feigning dramatic exasperation, sighed, "yeah, we gotta go."

during the drive, nayeon found it challenging to shake off her nerves and growing annoyance. how dare you be seeing someone new? and to top it off, bringing her to your place? though she tried to convince herself that she didn't care, the possessive feeling lingered. she justified it as merely being protective of kookeu—what if he started favoring the new step-mom over her?

the door of your apartment swung open, and nayeon couldn't help but appreciate the cozy atmosphere you exuded. clad in just a grey hoodie, you looked incredibly cute, and nayeon briefly considered going in for a hug but dismissed the idea as too awkward. instead, she gently placed kookeu on the floor, who immediately dashed inside your apartment and offered a small wave, "hi."

you greeted your ex-girlfriend with a grin, pulling her into a warm hug, "hi, nayeon. i missed you," before turning your attention to kookeu, adding, "and you too, of course, my cute little angel baby."

nayeon couldn't suppress a smile at the heartwarming scene. your affection for kookeu had always been evident, and one of the most challenging aspects of the breakup was being separated from him. although you both adopted him together, it was nayeon's idea, so you respected her decision to let him stay mostly at her place. but now, as kookeu darted around your apartment, nayeon couldn't help but miss this—coming home to you and spending time together with kookeu.

the nostalgia was interrupted by a familiar scent, the lavender that now put her in a sour mood. fond feelings evaporated, replaced by a sense of irritation.

clearing her throat, nayeon headed for the couch, engrossing herself in her phone. after a while, you joined her, dropping kookeu on the floor to explore your space. "how have you been? how are the girls?"

"they're okay," nayeon replied dryly, raising an eyebrow at your concerned expression.

"are you okay?"

"why wouldn't i be?" nayeon scoffed, glancing around the room, noticing the changes in your once-empty space. it used to lack personal touches, as most of your things were at her place. now, with new furniture and decorations, she couldn't help but wonder if you chose them with your new girlfriend. bitterness crept in. "i like what you've done with the place."

"right? i've been having fun decorating, i guess," you sighed. "had a bit of help, though, so i can't take all the credit."

nayeon raised her eyebrows, curious. "oh? from who?"

before you could answer, the doorbell rang. "oh! i had food delivered. your favorite," you exclaimed, rushing to get the food.

as you both indulged in the meal, she momentarily forgot about the new person in your life, and it felt like old times—sharing a meal, joking around. nayeon's momentary lapse allowed the bitter feelings to dissipate, and for a while, it was almost comfortable. however, beneath the surface, a part of her cursed the constant reminder of your shared responsibilities, especially when it involved seeing you so often. if only she didn't have to be around you so frequently, maybe moving on would have been a little easier for her.

her thoughts wandered to the desire to lean in and wipe the side of your mouth, as she used to do when eating together. and when you did something particularly cute, she wished she could just start making out with you right then and there on the floor of your apartment. god, she missed kissing you. it was a luxury she no longer had, unfortunately.

"you look really pretty today," you said with a flirty smile.

nayeon snickered, finding the compliment amusing despite herself. she couldn't deny that your attention had a certain appeal, even though she tried to keep things light.

the moment, however, was rudely interrupted by the intrusive buzz of your phone. annoyance flickered across nayeon's face as she quipped with a teasing edge, "is that your new girlfriend?”

confusion etched your features, "you're being ridiculous. you were the one who wanted to end things. why do you care about my personal life now?”

nayeon gasped, attempting nonchalance, "i don't care if you're seeing someone new. i just find it amusing that you're inviting me over, buying me food, and flirting when you have someone else.”

"so, you don't care then? if i'm with someone else?" you asked, a hint of skepticism coloring your voice.

nayeon hesitated before responding, "no, i don't. besides, she has dreadful taste in scents. lavender? suffocating."

despite her attempt at nonchalance, you sensed there was more to nayeon's feelings. "what about you, nayeon? i'm sure the long line of admirers hasn’t dwindled. who's been hitting you up this week? how many responses did they get?"

the shadow of past insecurities lingered, fueled by the knowledge of nayeon's charm and the potential admirers seeking her attention now that you were no longer together.

nayeon felt a mix of frustration and unspoken emotions. she wanted to assure you that no one else occupied her thoughts, that you were the constant presence in her mind. but right now, she couldn't bring herself to offer any comforting words.

“we’re leaving,” as she announced her departure, nayeon felt a firm grip on her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

you seemed weary, worn out by the misunderstanding. with a tired tone, you clarified, "there's no one new. i just wanted to try something different, so i got a lavender diffuser. see?" your finger pointed towards the diffuser a few feet away, emphasizing the innocence of your actions. "you're so stupid, nayeon."

embarrassment tinged nayeon's cheeks as she noticed the lavender diffuser on the table. "o-okay," she stammered, taken aback by the realization.

your teasing tone cut through the tension, "you don't sound like someone who doesn't care."

nayeon rolled her eyes, unwilling to admit how your words affected her. she opted for silence, gazing at the floor in an attempt to conceal the hints of vulnerability.

your sigh broke the quiet, and the frustration in your voice was palpable. "i... there's not going to be anyone new for a long time, nayeon," you confessed. "i don't know why you think i'd move on so quickly. i didn't even want to break up in the first place."

nayeon chuckled, trying to ease the tension. "no one's getting replies from me either," she joked, meeting your gaze with a hint of contemplation.

feeling the unspoken emotions, nayeon decided to break the tension with an unexpected move.

she closed the gap between you, gently pressing her lips to yours. so gentle you almost don’t feel it at first. you sigh against her mouth. your head is spinning and your heart pounding at the realization that you’re kissing her.

deep down, both of you acknowledge that it's time to figure things out and maybe give your relationship another shot. however, for now, you prefer to let your actions speak louder than words.

"wanna take this to my bedroom?"

[crazylittlejester]

im in such a yapping mood today and i feel like ive made a post like this before but this is how i personally think the Links would dress in a modern era

Time: in a casual setting I know he wears the dark jeans + black band shirt combo and sometimes he’ll tie his hair up if he gets hot. it’s not an intentional fashion statement, he’s not trying to dress a certain way on purpose by any means he just dresses like a guy who plays guitars but says its “just a hobby” (he owns at least three.) and its just the shirt and the pants, there are no accessories, he’s just your father who hasn’t listened to new music or gone clothes shopping since the 80s (/j) but he can absolutely clean up nice and looks good when he needs to

Warriors: Possibly the sluttiest thing a man can wear (/j) is a cardigan sweater and he owns like. 12 of them. and generally just a lot of very nice sweaters, and there are a lot of dark grays and blues in his closet with the occasional green. he always dresses his best, he wouldn’t be caught dead leaving his house in like, a t shirt and jeans. whether or not he’s actually wealthy, he certainly dresses like he is, he pours all of his money into high quality coats and scarves and nice shoes

Twilight: Dean Winchester. Next. (but seriously, the jeans, boots, plain gray shirt and a flannel is EXACTLY how he’d dress)

Sky: Whatever he’s got on, he looks so fucking comfortable. Definitely big fluffy sweaters, I know he’s a guy who likes to be snug and cozy because why face the horrors of the world without feeling like your sweater is giving you a mom hug? I can see him in a lot of white, ivory, orange, brown, and green. Not super bright colors, he definitely has a sort of fall vibed color pallet and sense of style

Hyrule: He’s the personification of those “forest core” outfit collage boards you see on pintrest but he’s not just doing it for aesthetic, it’s all functional. Like he has a little bag he keeps tied to his belt because he goes out and hunts for berries or mushrooms in the woods. he has a leather bound journal that also clips to the belt because he likes writing about what he finds in the woods. He’s your friend who calls you after going missing for four hours like “hey can you come pick me up?” and when you get to his location he’s covered in dirt and says “i got lost…”

Legend: his EXACT style varies quite a bit, but he’d define it as alt. he wears skirts a lot, not all the time but a lot, and has a lot of layers and jewelry. he definitely will go on pissed off rants about how he got bullied for his clothes in middle school and high school and he’s mad that now people are dressing alt because they think its “quirky” and buying things like bags or pants with patches and pins already on them, and he will rant about this twice a week. hes sick and tired of getting called emo not because hes against being emo, it just seriously annoys him when people see someone with dyed hair wearing dark clothes and call them emo based on that alone

Wild: It depends on the days activities, but he likes to look cute. Lots of pretty hairstyles and earrings, bright colors too. DEFINITELY A BIG PANTS LITTLE SHIRT KINDA GUY, and he’s absolutely made a few of his outfits by hand. and ofc he has “gremlin outfits” for when he goes off exploring with Hyrule

Four: Similar to Time with the band shirt + jeans combo, but on the opposite end of the spectrum because he’s bright and colorful. He’s also the most likely to walk around with a shirt with mothman on it and then when people ask him about it talk about it as if he 100% believes mothman is not only out there, but there to get HIM specifically no matter where he goes on the planet

Wind: memes. he has tshirts with memes on them, and he’s the most likely to wear fandom merch and stuff like that. he’s 13/14 he doesn’t put a whole lot of thought into what he’s got on, he’s just against shoes. he’s the one kid who’s always got sandals on even if its fucking snowing because he’s anti socks and shoes

[breezy141]

the evening | dr mike x f!reader. masterlist.

sum: after a long day of work it was finally time to cozy-up on the sofa. author note: i am so obsessed with this man ☹️

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

the rain hit hard against the large apartment windows, it was relaxing, since the beginning you have enjoyed cozying up with a good book, a small glass of wine, and a fuzzy blanket. the gorgeous pup, bear, was also cozied up, he lay against the sofa not wanting to leave your side.

as you felt yourself nodding slightly, you closed your book and placed it on the side table. almost perfectly timed, you heard the familiar sound of keys jingling at the door. bear shot over towards it, wagging his tail and whining in excitement.

“hey hun” you heard a quiet voice speak out to you, slowly pulling yourself off of the sofa you made your way over to them. “hey mikey, how was work?” you asked taking the many bags he carried from him, hanging them on the rack.

“it was good, thank you, kinda of drained me today though. i may go to sleep pretty soon” mike spoke as he walked over to the fridge getting a bottle of water. nodding along as he spoke, “i’ll join you, i’m very tired. i wanted to wait till you were home though” he smiled at and made his way over to.

“c’mere” he said wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a tight hug. “i appreciate you so much, more then what you probably think” he spoke, kissing the top of your head to solidify that statement even more.

you pulled away and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, “likewise, come on let’s go sleep. i’m tired and i’m in need of hugs. as is bear i’m guessing” you took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

you both began undressing and getting ready for bed, brushing teeth, skincare and getting the bed all cozy. you stretched your arms in the air and slid into bed. sighing in happiness, you loved the coziness of the bed.

mike made his way over to you, he smiled as he got up real close to you and pulled you to his chest. “i’m proud of you” you tiredly mumbled, “why?” chucking he asked confused.

“you do these crazy hours and yet you still stay so motivated and are able to look after bear and myself, and i love you for that, so much. thank you” you spoke with admiration. he kissed your temple and smiled sweetly.

“i love you baby, thank you” you smiled into his chest.

“goodnight mikey” and with that, you both fell asleep in each others arms. bear soon jumped up and nestled his way into any free space on the bed.

[roseofdarknessblog]

Christmas lights | Levi Ackerman

Another day was slowly coming to an end. It was a pretty long and tiring one, but at least you were even more excited to finally get home. To go back to your little cozy apartment, that you shared with your loving partner, the love of your life. But before returning to your lovely home, there was still an hour left of your shift in the bookstore you worked at. Since your boss left a few hours back, needing to attend some meeting at her son’s school, it was only you for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

You were sitting behind the cash register, looking outside through the shop window. The streets were all covered in a light layer of snow, which was very peacefully falling from the sky since early in the afternoon. Everything was already decorated for Christmas. Wherever you looked, there was some time of decoration, the bookstore interior including.

But since you loved this time of the year, you didn’t mind one bit. Seeing all the colorful Christmas lights made you happy as if you were a little child seeing them for the very first time. They always mesmerized you for some reason and you were looking forward to them every single year.

The bookstore was open until seven and it was just a couple of minutes until the clock would strike six. Right on the dot, somebody came into the store, just a few minutes after a group of girls left with their new books. As the door opened, a little bell above it rang loudly to alert you for a new customer. When you looked up, your eyes met with a pair of stunning blue-grey eyes you knew so well.

„Hi! What are you doing here? You said you’ll be working late today,“ you said happily and stood up immediately, hurrying to him. Levi put a little paper bag on the counter and then opened his arms for you. When you excitedly crashed into him, almost knocking the poor man off his feet, he hugged you tightly and pulled you as close as possible.

„I can always get the work done tomorrow or another day,“ he said, pressing his lips to yours in a long and sweet kiss. His left arm wrapped around your waist even tighter, not wanting to let you go, while the fingers of his right hand wandered into your hair. „I’ll keep you company until closing time if you don’t mind.“

„And if I do?“ you joked, resting your foreheads together.

„Then I’ll just go home and take this with me.“ With a tiny smirk, he motioned towards the paper bag on the counter. „I stopped in that new caffé and picked up something sweet for you.“

Excitedly, you peeked into the bag, your eyes sparkling with joy almost immediately. Even before you knew what drink he got for you, merely the sight of tiny gingerbread man cookies made your entire day.

„They are so tiny and cute,“ you said with a smile and popped one into your mouth. „Why did I never think about making them like this?“ Levi watched you with visible amusement in his eyes, stepping closer to you again and putting one of his hands on your lower back.

„People were going crazy over them, but I have to admit that they’re pretty tasty.“ He kissed your temple, while you were chewing on another tiny gingerbread man. The frosting on them tasted just like heaven. „The drink is basic hot chocolate but they claimed it’s made by a secret family recipe so it should be special in a way.“

You eagerly took a sip, really focusing on the flavor. It was rich and creamy, truly tasting like good-quality melted chocolate and not just a bunch of sugar. „It’s really good. I think I can taste vanilla in it.“

„You should, they asked if I want it with regular or vanilla milk.“

Smiling happily, you gave Levi a kiss. „You know me too well.“

Talking about how your days were, you drank your hot chocolate and enjoyed the gingerbread man bites together with Levi. Only one customer came to the bookstore before it was truly closing time, so you were able to give Levi your full attention. Before going home, he helped you close the shop and put everything in order, so your boss wouldn’t get mad in the morning.

„Would you like to check out the Christmas market? They opened yesterday“ Levi asked, as you were finally walking home. Hand in hand, through the beautifully lit streets. The snow was still peacefully falling, covering your surroundings in a thick white coat.

You shook your head. „Not today, I’m too tired to be around so many people. We could go during the weekend,“ you suggested instead, squeezing his hand. It was too cold to wander around tonight, and you truly were too tired to see and hear that many people all around.

„Sure, the weekend’s fine too,“ Levi assured you, leaning over and kissing your cheek.

So instead of taking the route, that would lead you to the Christmas market, you took a different one, which led you through one of the town’s parks. The street lamps were nicely decorated there as well, while there also was a big ice-skating rink from where you could hear Christmas songs playing. You saw a group of kids building a little snowman gang, while another little group was trying and failing to build an igloo.

There was something special about evening walks in the snow before or during the holiday season. The whole world seemed so magical and unreal at moments. Even more, when you looked over at Levi and saw the relaxed and fond expression on his face, as he was taking in all the festive scenery around. Seeing him like this made your heart swell up with so much love for him, it would be hard to put into words.

Since the two of you got together, there was no need for you to wish for any kind of gift for Christmas. Levi himself became the most precious gift life could have ever given you. He being an actual Christmas baby was just a cute little detail you loved to dwell on.

[bunnyjam-imagines]

✨Love Languages✨

(The first of a few posts I plan to do in the next week, this one was just the closest to being finished, so I got it done first! Sorry if they’re a little inconsistent, I started them 2 months ago and finished them today.)

(Backgrounds/pics from Pesterquest!)

(Edit: Tag yourself I put the wrong pic in Dave’s section)

Dave:

-Dave’s giving love language (aka how he expresses his affections) is gifts.

-And what better gift than a sick nasty rap about how great he thinks you are? Or maybe one about how much he loves you?

-He’d be super into those cheesy couple’s shirts, too. Ironically, of course.

-Dave loves to gift you dumb, off-brand or off-the-wall shit he finds online, too. Super ugly, lumpy Garfield? Sign him up. ‘Harry Potter hates Ohio’ t-shirt? Hope they got your size. ‘This Christian Mom HATES Stuart Little’ bumper sticker? Doesn’t matter if you have a car or not, you better find something to put it on.

-If all else fails, he’s at least got some Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff comics as gifts to fall back on.

-Dave’s receiving love language (aka how he prefers to receive affection) is touch.

-Much like most, if not all, of the other Striders, Dave is touch-starved. After the sort of upbringing he had, however, who could really blame him.

-He loves holding your hand in public, and absolutely adores how warm and cozy you feel against him whenever you hug him.

-He would absolutely never admit it, but he lives for stupid, cheesy gestures, like a posh bow and kiss on the hand, or a movie-esque kiss under some sort of spotlight (even if it was just because the bulbs in your kitchen died, and there’s only one functioning atm.)

-His favorite, though, are the soft, early-morning kisses he gets from you, before either of you are fully awake. The tickle of your breath across his face makes him smile more genuinely than he ever thought he could.

Dirk:

-Dirk’s giving love language is acts of service.

-He’s not usually the most helpful guy, despite how capable he is, so going out of his way to help those he cares about is a pretty big thing for him.

-Even if the person isn’t aware of the act he did, it still does him some good, internally, to do these little acts for them, no matter how small.

-Long day at work? Let him draw you a bath. Too tired to cook? He’ll order take-out.

-The list goes on. He’s not the best at expressing himself through words, or being open about that stuff, but he really tries to express just how much he cares through his actions.

-His receiving love language, on the other hand, is quality time!

-He’d honestly be pretty satisfied with you just sitting across the room from him while he works on something.

-Just knowing you’re nearby is a huge comfort to him. It helps him feel less lonely.

-It’s also the easiest for the both of you, given how he has a lot on his plate, usually.

-It also helps him get a better idea on what things you might need help with (allowing him to utilize his giving love language of acts of service!)

Hal:

-Hal’s giving love language is acts of service.

-Being that he was stuck in a pair of goofy anime shades for quite some time, he had a decent chunk of time to hone his skills in various fields. Just give him the word, and he’ll do his absolute best to help you.

-Stuck on a college assignment? He’s got thousands of college books at his disposal, free of charge. Can’t remember the name of a song that’s been stuck in your head for weeks? Hum it for him, and he’ll scan through his database until he finds a match.

-He’s especially good with computers, so if you need help with anything of that sort, he’s your guy. Hell, he’ll even build you one if that’s what you want.

-Hal isn’t very good at cooking, despite the wealth of knowledge at his fingertips, but he is great at finding coupons for take-out places, so he’ll always have your back if you’re ever too tired to cook dinner.

-To no one’s surprise, Hal’s receiving love language is words of affirmation.

-Touch is a close second, but nothing beats hearing you tell him just how much he matters to you, and how much you love him. <3

-He especially likes it when you tell him specific things you like about him, personality or accomplishment-wise. Anything to prove to him that you view him as an individual and not just the “bad parts” of Dirk.

-Even simple stuff like “thank you”s are enough to get him feeling a little puffed up in the chest.

-Every time you say “I love you” his circuits heat up a little.

Davie (Trickster!Dave):

-Hickies aren’t technically a love language, but-

-Davie’s giving love language is touch! (Not that that surprises anyone)

-It’s pretty well-known that tricksters adore physical expressions of love (kisses, hand holding, snuggling), and Davie is no exception!

-You’re pretty much always touching whenever the two of you are out in public, which is honestly good for the both of you since Davie tends to float absentmindedly, and you two certainly don’t want to get separated or lost from one another.

-At night (or whenever the two of you find time to snuggle), he enjoys wrapping himself around you like a koala, kissing and smushing your cheek, affirming over and over how deeply he adores you.

-Davie’s receiving love language is gifts!

-He adores receiving just about anything from you, since he sees it as inherently special due to coming from someone like you.

-He especially loves receiving something that the two of you can match to one another (like those touch bracelets, or even just a regular matching colorful bracelet!)

-If you give him any kind of edible gift (such as chocolates, candies, etc.) he will love you forever. (His favorite flavor is strawberry, btw!)

-Not that many people would guess on first glance, but Davie’s also really into videogames, so any gaming paraphernalia or related merch would absolutely send him over the moon!

David (Heinoustuck!Dave):

-David’s giving love language is gifts!

-A little surprising, maybe, until you consider the fact that he’s at least partially bird. A crow, more specifically.

-So when he sees little shiny or pretty things, he automatically thinks of you! Surely, you’ll love getting another slightly dirty coin he found on the sidewalk, won’t you?

-He does go out of his way to pick nicer gifts, sometimes, though.

-If you’ve had a tough week, guess who snagged some of your favorite treats to unwind with? That’s right. This guy.

-David’s receiving love language is acts of service.

-David is a pretty self-sufficient sort, and doesn’t particularly want for much. However, he certainly won’t turn you away if you offer to help with something a little trickier.

-He absolutely adores it when you help him preen his feathers or brush his hair.

-Additionally, helping him to find clothes that can work with his- ahem- unique situation, or even just helping him to fluff up his sleeping area (re: borderline nest of clothes and trinkets) is also greatly appreciated.

-He’s always messing around with something or other, so as long as you’re there to back him up, everything is peachy keen!~

Davian (Davesprite):

-Davian’s giving love language is quality time.

-Given the crazy darting around and timeline-hopping he’s used to, he finds it nice to just relax with the person he loves, staying around them for as long as he can.

-Even if you’re both doing something else, it’s comforting for him to know that you’re not that far away.

-He especially loves to experience things with you, like dumb movies or stargazing. Anything the two of you can share as a memory together, considering he has so, so few that he can share with anybody else.

-As long as you’re beside him, he’s happy.

-Though it might be a little unexpected, Davian’s receiving love language is touch.

-Generally, Davian isn’t that accustomed to people wanting to be near him, let alone touching any part of him (especially when he still had the sword in his gut.) But you’re different, aren’t you?

-Even gently brushing the hair away from his glasses is enough to make him softly coo with adoration.

-He’ll let you pet his wings or neck feathers, if you want. Purely for your own benefit. It totally doesn’t feel super nice and comforting. Nope. No siree.

-Lovingly cradle his face in your hands and watch this man crumble to dust at your fingertips.

[pahtoosh]

Banjo needs a Daddy

[image ID: a collage on a light blue background. the middle has a photo of Sebastian Stan putting a stuffed bear into his jacket. there are two stuffed grey cats on either side of him. /.end ID]

18+

masterlist

wc: ~1120

warnings: fluff. "daddy" or "dada" is used like every other sentence😶 I could not help myself

a/n: i hope you guys like this one! i've been working on it off and on for over a month now. my next fic will be with chef!daddy!bucky so keep an eye out for that!

pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary:  Bucky takes you stuffed animal shopping

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“And sometimes Natty comes over and she needs a stuffy too but if Stevie and Sammie are here first then she has less stuffies to pick from and that’s not fair! And sometimes I have a tea party and a business meeting at the same time so I need twice as many stuffies that day and then after it I get so tired and I wanna sleep in my cozy corner but then there’s not enough stuffies in the corner because of the meeting and the party and I’m too tired to put them back so I need more stuffies, right Daddy?”

You were in the midst of convincing Bucky to let you buy more stuffed animals. He knew the second you opened your mouth and gave him those pleading eyes that he’d say yes to anything. Ordering takeout? He’d love to. New clothes? Of course. A new TV? Why not, you’ve been very good lately. A vacation? His employees are readying the beach house as you speak. 

He almost laughed when he realized all you wanted was a few more stuffed animals. Your little heart wasn’t used to being so spoiled. You were ready to beg and do anything for some new fuzzy friends. Bucky thought you were so cute. His instinct was to tell you you could have whatever you wanted, but he chose to rest a hand on his chin and pretend to think about it some more. He couldn’t resist your adorable rambles and the way you so sweetly clung to his arm as you told him why you absolutely needed more plushies. 

Rant now over, you scrambled your mind thinking of any reasons you might’ve missed. Bucky loved watching you as you did anything, but this moment was particularly good. He was standing at the front door, having just come home when you greeted him with a hug and a kiss and wasted no time before you started asking him for more stuffies. You held onto his bicep with both arms as if him taking a step away from you meant that you wouldn’t get your prize. Your eyes were wide, your lips pouted, and your whole body was leaning toward him, trapping him with your cuteness. 

He was proud of how brave you’d gotten as your little self. You were comfortable around his friends, you knew you could ask him for anything, and you started being more adventurous. He could sense the latter by the stray leaves and grass stains on your clothes. He told you you had free reign over the house, but you had stuck to the two bedrooms you liked and the living spaces until today. Your skin even had a gentle glow from the sun; you were happy. Bucky felt endlessly fulfilled getting to see this side of you. 

“Okay, Baby, Daddy’ll get you your stuffies- but” he said, quieting your squeals. “What does Daddy get in return?”

You stopped bouncing on your feet for a moment. “A hundred million kisses!”

Bucky laughed, “Sounds like a good deal to me, Angel. Why don’t you start paying up now?”

You giggled and held his face with both hands, allowing you to bring his head down and smother him with kisses. 

~

Bucky pulled up to your favorite toy store, parked the car, and placed a hand over yours to get your attention. “Now, Angel. What are our rules for going into a store?”

“Always stay next to Daddy, don’t talk to strangers, no bein’ fussy, and say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘excuse me’!”

“Good, baby. You make Daddy proud when you listen.” Bucky patted your knee before getting out of the car and opening your door and seatbelt for you.

You held his hand as you skipped to the shop. Then, something in the display caught your attention and you tugged Bucky by the sleeve to get a closer look. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Look at all the stuffies!” You pressed your face so close to the window, your nose was nearly touching the glass. “And they all hab clothes and hats a- and shoes.” 

The excitement and toys were pushing you further into little space. You were so distracted by the display that you didn’t notice the heart eyes Bucky was now sporting for you. He loved seeing you so happy and carefree. 

“C’mon, Angel let’s get inside and you can find even more stuffies!”

You squealed and trotted into the shop as Bucky held open the door for you. While shopping, you insisted on looking at every single shelf, because every stuffie deserved to get a fair chance at being the one you brought home. Bucky was more than happy to indulge you. You’d seen nearly every corner of the shop when a small, grey stuffed cat caught your attention. 

“Dada,” you gasped.

“Yes, Angel?”

“Dis one, pease.”

Bucky saw what you were looking at and carefully plucked the grey cat from the shelf so you could get a closer look. With the plushie still in your Daddy’s hands, you inspected its fur and facial features. 

“‘s perfect,” you whispered, still in awe. The small cat was delightfully soft and had a nice, round belly. 

Bucky let you toy with the plush for a few more minutes before speaking up. “You ready to take this new friend home, Sweetheart? You gotta name them and introduce them to your other stuffies before bedtime.”

You snapped out of your trance. “Oh yeah! Kitty already has name though.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Already? You came up with a name that fast, Angel?”

You were still a little distracted, answering his question while stroking the plush’s fur. “Yeah ‘s Banjo. Banjo the kitty.”

“That’s a beautiful name, Baby. Let’s go to the register now, okay?”

You nodded and followed Bucky back to the checkout section. On the way there, something in the corner of your eye caused you to stop suddenly. Bucky was holding your hand and paused when you did. 

“You alright, Sweetheart?”

You pointed to the shelf on your right. It was full of grey cat plushies that were bigger than your Banjo. 

“Can I hab one?”

“Sure, Angel. You wanna get a bigger Banjo instead?”

“No, want two kitties pease.”

Bucky failed to hold back a smile. He was so proud of his baby for telling him what they wanted and for asking him so politely. 

“Anything for you,” he said, kissing the top of your head. He took one of the cats from the shelf and let you inspect it. “You sure you want another grey cat, Angel? This store has a lot of other animals in different colors.”

“Has to be grey kitty, Dada. Banjo needs a Daddy.”

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Teacher Anon 💛 💛 💛 💛 💛 💛 omfg my friend!!! Happy 2024! I hope it's off to a great start...

It's only Tuesday...

Ugh.

So how about something with our favorite pirates in their modern Ed is very protective of his hubby in his black cat "imma hover over you" mode. I freaking lost my voice due to a non illness and I'm like how am I teaching tomorrow!?! So like me as an educator...Stede must also suffer a lost voice as a professor 🙃

ahh happy new year, friend! i hope you're feeling better today and did not have to talk tooo much! <3 some sad, soggy stede for you...

***

Stede’s car is a sheet of ice. 

After the world’s longest day, Stede has finally, finally reached his car, and it’s absolutely encased in ice. It’d been raining all day, he’d known that, of course. What he hadn’t realized was how cold it'd gotten, leaving him helpless, gloveless, and scraper-less when it came time to get in his car. 

He wants to cry.

More than that, he wants to scream. Except he can’t, because he hasn’t had a voice since sometime yesterday afternoon, thanks to whatever horrible virus he managed to pick up right at the start of the semester. 

He thinks about calling Ed, but aside from rasping pitifully into the phone, even that feels impossible.  Instead, he takes a picture of his car, adds a few crying emojis and hits send. It’s about all his bone-tired brain can handle at the moment, and Ed will get it.

Ed always gets it. Gets him. 

The thought makes his eyes well up all over again as he heads back to his office to wait for his husband to rescue him. 

Stuffed with books, covered in prints, and full to bursting with a small, plush sofa, and many, many ocean creatures, Stede’s office is extremely cozy, which is a small comfort in times like these. He drops dramatically into his desk chair, thinks about grading some of the papers he has waiting for him, wilts a little, then drags himself over to the small sofa in the corner. 

Better. 

Then, miracle of miracles, his phone buzzes in his hand. 

Edward 💜: Oh, fuck. On my way 😘

Stede: Have I mentioned how much I love you?

Edward 💜: Not today. Frankly, I’m feeling a little neglected, babe

Stede: I love you. x 1,000

Edward 💜: Hmmm, needs a few more 0s I think… 

Edward 💜: Okay, love you, driving now, be there soon!!

With Ed on his way and all his students gone for the day, Stede lets himself droop across his sofa, his eyes falling shut before he can even register how heavy they’ve felt these last few hours. He’s moments from falling asleep when Ed’s voice startles him upright. 

“Aww, Stede,” Ed says. “Y’look fucking shattered, sweetheart.” His voice is so soft and sympathetic that Stede isn’t even surprised when his eyes fill with tears in earnest this time. Ed looks perfect in his black puffy coat, not ridiculous the way he should, the way everyone else looks. His hair is flecked through with rain drops, and he’s looking at Stede like he’d pick him up and carry him to the car if he thought Stede would let him. 

At this rate, Stede thinks, he’d have a hard time even protesting. 

“Hi,” Stede tries to say, but his throat is scraped raw, and he knows he’s barely audible, having wasted the last of his voice on his American Lit seminar this afternoon. A waste, as half the class had been on their phones, and the rest had the kind of zombie-eque, dead-eyed stares that made him wonder why he even bothered. 

How many weeks until spring break?

“Come here,” Ed says, making his way to Stede and offering him a hand to help him up. He pulls him right into a warm, tight hug, rubbing Stede’s back as they stand there wrapped up in each other. Stede would’ve stayed there for hours, face smushed right into Ed's coat... that is, if he could breathe. Between the worsening congestion and Ed’s thick coat, though, he doesn’t stand a chance. 

Stede lifts his head and blinks pathetically up at Ed, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky.

“Made that soup you like, that hot Italian thing? Should feel nice on your throat, even if you can’t taste it,” Ed tells him, dropping a kiss to the tip of Stede’s nose. "Then we'll get in bed, yeah? Fucking 7:00 pm bedtime. Don't let anyone tell you different Stedey, that's living the dream."

“Thank you,” Stede manages. He tucks himself back into Ed’s chest for another long minute. He can’t wait to be home, and warm, and out of his work clothes. Stede had longed for exactly that all day. But now, standing here, Ed wrapped around him, murmuring promises about soup and tea and ocean documentaries, Stede feels close enough to home; what’s another few minutes?

[loveandmurders]

Hello! I can't get enough of the Sinclair sister stories! Would you be able to give us a little glimpse into what a cozy night in with the family looks like? Do they make dinner together? If so, who's cooking? Do they watch movies? What's fun look like for the Sinclair family?

Love your work and look forward to seeing more!

Hello love, thank you for this very cute request! I’m sorry I’m so slow at posting, but work has been a bitch lately!

Anyways I really hope you’ll enjoy this fluffy cozy night with the Sinclairs <3

FAMILY NIGHT

Warnings: mention of murders, fluffy as hell

When you came back home from work, your brothers were cleaning up around Ambrose after they had finished killing the unlucky tourists who came by. You had greeted Lester on the road, Bo and Vincent into the town, next to a house that had been quite damaged during the hunt. You had noticed how all of them looked quite tired, and you were yourself feeling that way. You needed some rest, and you had wanted to cuddle with your family all day. Actually, when you woke up this morning, you wished you could have stayed home with the people you loved the most. 

You took a quick shower and changed into comfy pyjamas before going to the kitchen. You wanted to take care of your brothers, and you knew they would be very happy to be treated with some of your bakery. You started to work on a new recipe Lester had found and sent you, hoping you would agree to try it one day. You had saved it and you smiled to yourself, knowing how excited he would be when he would understand you tried it for him. 

You were tiptoeing to try and grab a bowl on the highest shelf, when you felt Bo behind you who reached for it before giving it to you. You turned around.

“Thanks, Bo” you hummed and he softly smiled at you

“Watcha doin’?” he asked with a tilt of the head

“Bakin’ for my brothers” you replied and his smile widened

“What did we do to get such a treat from ya?” he said as he hugged you and you leaned against his chest

“Just wanted some happy family night for tonight” you answered and you knew you were going to make the family man very happy. He kissed the top of your head.

“Need a shower and then I’ll cook somethin’ for us” he offered and you nodded

“That’s a good plan, I’ll call Les for him to stick around” you added

Bo climbed upstairs quite quickly. Even though he was tired, he was more than eager to cook for his people and to spend some time with you in the kitchen. As you started to mix the ingredients, you heard very quiet footsteps from behind you and then eyes on you. You turned your head and saw Vincent standing in the doorway.

“If ya’re here to taste the uncooked dough, it’s not ready yet” you told him, knowing how cheeky Vinny could be. You could see him pouting behind his mask and you chuckled. “Hey, can ya send a message to Les? We’re havin’ a family time tonight” you said

Can try but Les wanted some alone time after today Vincent replied and you frowned

“Why that? The tourists were harsh today?” you asked

Yes, and Bo was a bit on edge Vincent signed

“Tell him I’m tryin’ the recipe he sent me, should convince him” you hummed and Vincent nodded. He took his phone and messaged Les.

You were addings the eggs when you heard your phone ringing. You wiped your hands on the cloth and reached for it. It was Lester.

“Yes, Les?” you asked

“Ya’re bakin’ the recipe I sent ya?” he asked back with clear excitement in his voice and you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was

“Yes, sweet tooth, I am. Would be a shame if ya didn’t come back home” you tried to coax him, and it was working very well.

“On my way. Tell Vinny to not eat all the dough on his own”

“Hey, it’s supposed to be cooked!” you laughed

“Make more” he said before hanging up and you rolled your eyes before turning to Vincent who was sending you a quizzical look

“Ya ain’t allowed to eat all the dough on your own” you informed him and he huffed.

You went back to your preparation and Bo went back downstairs, all freshened up and ready to cook for his family. He kissed your cheek before sending Vincent having a shower as well, so everyone would feel good and comfy for this family time. Vincent was reluctant to leave you alone… He didn’t want to come back with the dough all cooked or eaten by Lester. You had to promise to keep some for him and he finally left. You started to chat with Bo and joked around with each other, enjoying this moment together. Lester arrived after a little while, and went straight to you to look over your shoulder.

“Looks good” he hummed

“I’m livin’ with pigs, go have a shower too” Bo grumbled, not impressed with the dirt on his kid brother’s face. Vincent was downstairs and he pushed Lester from the kitchen and you watched them playfully fighting with an amused look, shaking your head at their antics.

After a while, both Lester and Vincent were finally tasting the dough and by their expression it was really good. You had to save the bowl from their greedy hands and mouths, with the help of Bo, or you wouldn’t have been able to cook anything.

Bo was almost ready as well and you all started to dress the table. Usually, when you were all tired, you were eating in silence, but because both you and Bo wanted this family moment, and thanks to your baking, everyone was in a good mood and chatting and laughing around. The boys praised your baking and they happily ate and begged you to do some more very soon. You agreed so they could leave you alone for a little while, not that you minded the praises or the attention. 

You were all full and feeling nice after this good meal and Vinny and Lester thanked Bo and you. Vincent even offered for a movie night and you all agreed. Even Lester who had wanted to be back to his flat earlier was eager to stay some more, but at the condition you played monopoly while watching the movie.

Bo found the game and settled it as you picked the movie. Vincent and Lester were placing blankets and pillows all around the coffee table so you could all be comfortable for the game and movie time.

“One rule boys: we do not fight for a game” you said and you looked at them all

“We never fight” Bo argued and you sent him a look

“Last time, you threw the board flying in the air, and Vincent and Lester jumped on you” you reminded them and they gave you their most innocent look. You hummed, really not impressed with your brothers. 

You put the movie on, it was the first Fast and Furious and you started to play. Of course, in no time, you all started to argue, laugh and tease each other. Around midnight, you had to stop the twins from killing Lester though; the little bastard was ruining everyone with his hotels. The twins were certain he cheated. And truth to be told, yes he had been cheating, but it had been with you (not that the twins would believe it). That was how you didn't know bankroute so far and how Lester was so rich. But it was so much fun to drive the twins crazy. You also started to get hotels and Bo rage quit the game under Lester’s and yours mad laughters.

You all ended falling asleep on the living room floor and when Bo woke up he carried you to bed before taking care of his brothers. Even if his siblings were driving him insane, you were his everything and he wished for every night to be like this one.

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[sillyyywrites]

STARES AT YOU.

Hiiii Bonez !!!!!!!!

Wanna write somethin’ sweet for me?

like uh uh uh just uh just DCA (any) being oh so very nice to meeeee (or y/n). WANT UH WANT ENCOURAGEMENT FROM DCA (like im doing soso good at life and making good decisions.)

/nf of course!!!! (And I will write or draw something in return if you want tee hee. LIKE AN ART TRADE BUT ITS WRITING AND/OR ART :00000)

You don’t need to draw/write anything slime!!!!

Oouuugh what if i was evil (positive) and made it a massive timeskip in my au cause i dont wanna build up friendships in writing (i will do exactly this)

Gender neutral pronouns and no use of y/n and please read this as platonic!!

Divider credits: https://www.tumblr.com/cafekitsune/727305515676418048/pattern-banners-galaxy

You walk into the daycare, a little tired, but you’re functioning. You walk down the stairs, not really noticing the power outage or taking any mind to it, you’re just zoned out. You open the massive doors that look like a castles doors and walk inside. You hear little ‘clicks’ and ‘clacks’ from a few directions.

“You can’t scare me anymore, moon. Im to used to this.” You say as you don’t really wanna deal with a jumpscare so early in the morning. You hear little ‘clicks’ closer, and closer. “Are you okay?” They ask as it descends and unhooks themselves. “You know you’re doing great, okay? You got a few animatronics who care, and you.. somehow.. got me on that train.” He isn’t letting you not think that today.

“Hmmm.. let’s look at your tasks together, okay?” He says, not gonna let you do these tasks alone anymore. “It’s fine, moon, I can do this.” You say to him, you’re used to the tasks of cleaning up, checking generators, the other repetitive tasks you do everyday. “I am not asking you if you want help, you’re getting help.” Well, they’re still a little intimidating.

“Fine, not like I have a choice anyway.” You respond to it. A little while later you’ve finished checking the last generator to make sure it’s functioning and won’t randomly burst into flames. “They’re all fine.” You say, hearing a little ‘clicks’ as you turn to look at moon, who is visibly happy, a little hard to tell if it’s genuine with that unmoving permanent smile on his face, but they seem happy. “Where’s the cleaning supplies?” You ask moon as you crawl out the colorful Play-place.

“Already done, we didn’t feel like waiting for you.” He responds to your question. “Wowww, i mean, thank you, but wowwwww.” You jokingly act like you’re upset. “You did good, Starlight.” He tells you. “Thank yOU- WHAT ARE YOU DOIN-“ You raise your voice as he forcefully yoinks you out the Play-place and carrying you like a burrito (if that makes sense?) and carries you to a little nest of pillows and blankets, and drops you on it. Before you could even process anything you’re burrito wrapped and trapped in coziness!

“What are you doing.” You ask moon, slightly annoyed he didn’t warn or ask you before he picked you up. “Your work is as good as done, you deserve a reward for doing your best, and I’m proud of you, Little star.” He tells you as he curls around you a little bit as he continues, “Plus, I miss wrapping the kids up and hugging them to sleep, it’s a win-win for both of us.” It’s a little funny, having a animatronic that’s been called terrifying and snarky.. just being sweet with you and telling you that you’re doing good.

“You’re doing good, don’t stress about something you’re doing perfectly on, you’re loved.” He’s clinging to you and telling you positive things, that’s one way to just allow yourself to relax. And not long later you’re both asleep, as the lights flick on.

im normal about them why do you ask :3c (i am not normal about them)

I enjoyed writing this! Fastest ive written ever (1 hour)

Hope you like this slime🔥🔥🔥

[dccomicsimagines]

Loving Night - Tim Drake x Reader

Requested by Anon - I am an ER nurse and I work a lot of twelve hour shifts. Sometimes I take on double shifts too due to short staffing. Can I have a nice Valentine’s Day story with Tim? Maybe both of us come home from long shifts and have a quiet Valentine’s Day together? I just need some comfort right now. Thanks a bunch!

***

You pushed open the door of your apartment and sighed. It was blissfully quiet and dark. After spending all day in the chaos and fluorescent lights of the ER, you wanted to bathe in the peace.

Hanging your keys on the hook along with your jacket, you locked the door before kicking off your shoes. You groaned, your feet aching. Your socked feet slid on the polished floor. You frowned. Alfred must have stopped in to clean the apartment again. You appreciated it, but you hoped he didn’t feel like he had too.

Slowly, you went into the kitchen and unpacked your lunchbox. Tim’s lunchbox was on the counter. He must already be out on patrol for the night. Your heart sank. You missed him. Your schedules had been running opposite recently. Two ships passing in the night.

You shuffled your way to the bedroom, turning on the light. A bright red package laid on the bed. You blinked before carefully approaching it.

The first thing you saw was bright red Happy Valentine’s Day written on the card. “Is it today?” You quickly checked your phone. The days had been a blur. You wanted to surprise Tim, but you lost track of time. Clearly, Tim hadn’t forgotten as you opened the card to find Tim’s messy handwriting.

(Y/N), I love you. Happy Valentine’s Day. I’m sorry we haven’t seen much of each other. Tonight is a big night for the case, but I’ll be home earlier, I swear. Open your present before you change. You’ll like what’s inside. Love, Tim.

“Oh, Timmy.” You ripped open the present, grinning at the sight of cozy warm pajamas and a fuzzy blanket. “I knew I loved you.”

You took the box with you into the bathroom, planning on changing into them once you showered.

***

“You got the rest of this? I need to head home.” Tim nodded down from the rooftop to the cops arriving at the scene of Clock King’s master plan. It took Tim days to track him down and lay out a plan with Jason’s help. Now Clock King was tied up below, waiting for the police.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure Clock King gets into custody.” Jason huffed, taking off his helmet and shaking his hair out like a dog. “Let me guess, you want to get back to (Y/N) because it’s Valentine’s Day.”

Tim shrugged. “Yeah, plus I haven’t seen them for more than ten minutes in the last few weeks.” He took the grapple gun from his belt. “Besides, you don’t have plans. Roy’s in Star City last I heard.”

“Shut up,” Jason hissed, glancing over his shoulder. “I don’t need that getting out.”

Tim hummed, unable to stop the smirk growing on his lips. “Thanks Hood.”

“Use protection, nerd,” Jason said. Tim just waved, firing off his grapple gun toward home. His heart sang, thinking of spending an evening with you. You were probably still in the shower. He glanced at his wrist. His computer alerted him when you arrived home. 

“Probably have enough time to pick up dinner too,” Tim said to himself. He knew your showers tended to be long. Maybe he could even join you if he was fast enough? He landed on a rooftop and ran to jump off, firing his grapple gun to soar even faster toward your favorite food place.

***

You leaned against the shower wall, letting the hot water soak into your tired body. It felt good. Like a warm hug.

The bathroom door opened. You froze in horror. “(Y/N), can I join you?” Tim asked. You peeked out of the curtain, smiling when you saw Tim stripping out of his suit before you could even give permission. 

“I know you said you’d be home early, but this is very early for you,” you laughed as Tim jumped out of his boxers. You held the curtain open and he slipped inside. 

“I promised.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you sweetly. Your heart skipped a beat. A new warmth filled your insides, leaving you buzzing. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You hummed, pulling him into the spray. Tim chuckled, sputtering. “I like my pajamas. Thank you,” you said. You ran your fingers through his now wet hair. “Did you catch King Clock or whatever his name is?”

Tim grinned. He shook his head. You laughed, covering your face as he splashed you. “Yeah, the city is safe from his time-freezing machine. Honestly, it’s the dumbest thing, but it could have worked...if he built it right.”

“And you figured out how to build it so it works?” You touched your nose to his. The smirk on his face told you everything. “Hopefully, you locked away the plans...I’d hate to be in the ER if that gets out.” You shivered. A few of the bad moments from the day crept up to the front of your mind. You shook your head, pushing them away and locking them up. It took you a while, but eventually you learned how to not bring the ER home with you.

“I didn’t write anything down. It’s all up here.” Tim tapped his temple, rubbing your back. “Your day okay?”

You bit your lip. “It was...harder than normal, but I’m okay.” You kissed him again, melting into his arms. “Just hold me for a while.”

Tim tucked your head under his chin. “I love you.” He rocked you back and forth. “You’re braver than me, saving lives in a way I can’t. I’m so proud.”

“I’m proud of you too. You with your brilliant mind.” You kissed his jaw. He had a little bit of stubble, but you didn’t mind. The two of you stayed in the shower until the water turned cold.

***

An hour later, you and Tim cuddled on the couch, stomach full of good food and a bit of wine. The tv played softly in the background. Your new blanket was wrapped around the two of you. 

You rested your head on Tim’s chest and closed your eyes. “This was nice.”

Tim played with your hair. His arm warm around you. “It is. I missed this.”

“Me too.” You sighed, looking up at Tim. He looked back at you, love sparkling in his eyes. “I’m sorry I forgot about Valentine’s Day.”

Tim blinked, eyes widening. “You forgot? I thought you were giving me cuddles, which honestly is good enough. Shower cuddles and couch cuddles...we haven’t had both in a long time,” he chuckled, a wide grin pulling at his lips. 

“I don’t know if you’re being sarcastic or not.” You laughed, leaning up to kiss his lips gently. 

“I’m not, but it’s okay. You’ve been busy, besides I’ve forgotten enough things at this point of our relationship.” Tim winked at you. “And we always make up for it.”

“We do.” You sat up and ran your fingers down his jawline. “I have tomorrow off.”

Tim leaned into your touch. “Really? I’ll have to take tomorrow off too then. Bruce can survive the stockholders meeting alone.”

“Goodbye Wayne Enterprises.” You kissed the corner of his mouth. “Hello Unemployment.”

He snorted, rolling his eyes. “Bruce did run the company before I came along. He’s not that bad.”

You smirked, narrowing your eyes. “Right. You forget I was at the Wayne Enterprises Medical Fundraiser last year.”

“How could I forget? You looked like an angel that fell from heaven.” Tim glanced toward the picture from that night hanging on the wall. It was the two of you, dancing in the middle of the ballroom floor. Neither one of you looked at the camera. Dick had taken the picture without you knowing. 

“You were pretty handsome yourself.” You kissed him. He returned it sleepy. “We should go to bed.”

“We should.” Tim pulled away as a yawn escaped him. “Or we’ll end up on the couch again.” Tim tightened his arms around you. 

“I don’t think I can move.” You closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest again. Tim shifted, laying down on the couch. You laid half on him. Contentment filled you. 

“I love you.” Tim kissed the top of your head with his eyes closed. 

“I love you too, Timmy.” You turned to press your lips against his chest as you felt yourself drift off. Tim’s warmth soaked into you as you let yourself visit dreamland.

***

Tim woke up alone with the sun shining through the windows. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up on the couch. The tv was off. The apartment strangely silent.

“(Y/N)?” Tim stood up, groaning when his bones cracked at the movement. He frowned when he was met with silence. Tim walked through the apartment, checking every room for you. It was only when he got to the kitchen that he saw the note on the coffee machine.

Be back in a few. Don’t start the coffee. ;)

Tim scratched his head. “At least they didn’t get called into work,” he mumbled, sitting down at the kitchen table. He shook his head, trying to shake off the slight panic from finding you gone.

The sound of the key turning in the lock had Tim on his feet. He turned the corner to find you opening the front door, dressed in sweats with bedhair. He grinned as his eyes dropped to the McLeary’s Coffee and Bake shop bag and drink holder in your hands. 

“You didn’t,” Tim said, stepping forward to take the bag and drink holder from you. McLeary’s was across the town, hidden in a little back alleyway in one of the seedier areas. It was a local secret. “You went there alone?”

“Happy Belated Valentine’s Day.” You kissed his cheek, kicking off your shoes and walking into the kitchen. Tim followed, taking a deep breath of McLeary’s special caramel cream coffee. 

Tim shook himself out of the caramel cream daze. “You shouldn’t have went alone. It’s dangerous,” he said, setting everything on the table. You took out a plate, giving him smile.

“I wanted to surprise you, plus there was like twenty cops in the shop doing their morning coffee run.” You set the plate down and started to pull pastries out of the bag. Tim almost drooled at the sight. “I was fine.” You nodded to his coffee. “Drink it before it gets too cold.”

Tim took a sip. He moaned at the sugary perfection. “I love you.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest. “Thank you.” You kissed his lips, laughing slightly. The two of you knew today was going to be a good day. 

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The Crest

Wipeout - Epilogue 

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Here is the very last chapter! I’m excited to finish but sad it’s over. I hope you guys really like it! Please let me know what you think, as always I really appreciate feedback, especially reblogs and comments. Love you all xx

Warnings: None

Summary: You settle in London with Tom

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“Flower, come on, we’ve done enough today,” Tom chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his face into your neck, “We’ve got a whole week to unpack and decorate, let’s just leave the rest for now.”

You sighed, “Just one more box an-”

“No more boxes,” he kissed your cheek, “Come on, we’ve been traveling all day, I know you’re tired. I promise we’ll both be more productive after we sleep.”

“You don’t understand Tom,” you groaned, “I can’t sleep in an ugly house, it causes me physical pain.”

He laughed and bent down, lifting you up into his arms as he spoke, “It’s just a few cardboard boxes, I’m sure you’ll live.”

“You don’t know that,” you jabbed a finger into his chest as he carried you towards your new bedroom, making him laugh again.

“We’ve got the bed set up,” he kicked the door closed behind him, “That’ll be good enough for tonight.”

Tom tossed you onto the bed and jumped on beside you. Before you even finished bouncing he had you caged under him. He leaned in and pressed a long kiss to your lips.

“What about a nightstand?” you questioned as he pulled away, “I need somewhere to put my water.”

He rolled his eyes, “You can set it on the window sill,” he laid down on your chest and wrapped his arms around you.

You smiled and tried to pry him off, “Wait a second before you get comfy, I’ve still got to put my pajamas on, and shower.”

“I’ll help you get undressed, just let me lay here for a second,” he hummed in response.

You laughed, “Perve.”

He smiled and kissed your shoulder, “Shush, pillows don’t talk.”

“Tommy,” you whined as you tried to pry him off.

He gripped you tighter and tighter as you tried to wiggle away. You both laughed as you attempted to wrestle yourself free of him. When you finally did get him off you fell off the bed onto your ass. Tom laughed at you as you got up to gather your clothes. You stuck your tongue out at him as you retreated to the bathroom.

Tom made tea while you showered and dug out an extra blanket in case you got cold. He took the outside of the bed since you liked to sleep against the wall. It was funny how just that morning you’d been back home, having a tearful departure with your friends and Tom’s family. You and Grace had held each other as long as you could, sobbing and smiling the whole time. Tom’s mom and Paddy had both cried, he swore Sam and Harry were on the verge too. As a parting gift you’d finally revealed to Harrison that the special lemonade you’d been making him was just lavender, and gifted him a bottle of the lavender syrup you used to make it. That had done him in, and watching you two cry and hug each other had done Tom in.

He missed everyone already, he missed the smell of the beach and being able to see the ocean outside his window. You’d been insistent on finding somewhere with a nice view, but you both knew it wouldn’t be the same. That was all okay though, Tom didn’t need to look out the window when you were right there beside him.

You left the bathroom in a set of cozy pajamas. A big smile overtook Tom’s lips as he opened his arms to receive you. You smiled and jumped right into them, climbing over him to take your side of the bed.

“I made tea,” Tom hummed happily as he passed you the mug, “I thought we could watch a movie or something for a little bit too.”

“Best boyfriend in the world,” you declared, placing a kiss on his cheek, “That sounds perfect.”

He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your head, “I love you.”

“I love you too Tom,” you yawned as you snuggled into his side, “Forever and ever.”

“Forever and ever.”

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[roseytoesy]

Tired and close

The little blurb became a lot bigger. Was super self indulgent because why not.

Rose was feeling exausted her arms and legs felt like lead from the long tiring day of school she had to deal with. She got home and pulled out the little ring that would bring her to voreville. A small pocket dimension where she and all her friends could go hang out and do impossible yet wonderful things. Rose slipped the silver ring with intestine symbols wrapping around the band and a small smiling stomach on the top of the ring.

“Welcome to voreville” she said aloud and found herself now in a small plaza. A symbol of the smiling stomach on the floor made of tiles. She smiles at the blue and purple sky above as the sun started to set. She headed over to a cozy looking home and knocked on the door. Adam soon answered and happily let her in. She smiled at him despite her exhaustion. They usually hung out together watching videos and chatting. Adam opened his arms for a hug and rose happily gave one before ducking her head against his chest. He gently patted her back as he quietly asked,

“rough day?” She nodded. “Do you want to go inside?” She nodded again. He took a step back as rose closed her eyes and started to shrink a bit. Stopping at about 2 feet tall. Adam gently picked her and and moved to the very plush couch in the living room. Making sure to rub at roses back as he walked. She leaned into his touch and let out a tired hum of appreciation. Adam smiled at this and felt so warm inside that she trusted him so much with this activity. To allow him to hold her so impossibly close as a good friend. She trusted him and he would make sure to never ever hurt that trust. He slipped her feet and legs into his mouth. Moving fairly quickly since rose seemed extra tired today. Gently guiding her smaller form past his lips as light swallows helped her further.

Once her waist was past his lips she tiredly nuzzled the bridge of his nose. And he made a sound of delight at the adorable action. He used one of his hands to gently pat her head in return before continuing. Swallowing a few more times before sealing her inside with the soft click of his teeth and a final stronger swallow. He could feel her fill him to the brim stretching out his middle so so perfectly. He could feel her every shift the gentle breathing and beating of her heart even if he focused. He started to rub at her back as she settled and let out a soft gasp as she pushed out a bit into his hand, welcoming his touch.

Adam almost teared up from the sheer trust and love he felt just from that movement. Silently saying that he would always be here for her if she needed and she thanked him by gently massaging the area around her. No words were needed as the two settled and basked in their trust and deep friendship.

[feathermushroom]

Nanny plum in a bar🥃

Sinopse: Nanny Plum is feeling tired of her hard workin life and decide to drow those feelings drinking until she fall on the grass, but there she will find some people that can make that night less depressing.

Chapter 1: Tired

Nanny Plum took a deep breath before taking the last dust in the table, today was a very stressing day for her, Daisy and Poppy being lil devils, Wise old elf saying bulshits about magic, the King being annoying as aways, a lot of tasks for one fairy.. made her backs hurt like of a eldery woman.

  - Uuugh, that damn king!

The woman with black hair said in a grumpy tone while she rubber her own backs.

  -  Sometimes i wonder why i still work here! We're not even friends anymore..

She gave a sad look at the floor, friendships never stays the same after years, aways the third wheel of them, so.. why not go to a special place to drow her sadness? Plum quickly flyed to her room to get her sadness black jacket, a bright pink wallet full of bunny stickers and some old candies and creased money to spend tonight.

The purple fairy silenty saw if everyone was asleep as a horse, the king was snoring like a broken car, the queen hugged him like a teddy bear with a broxen voice box.

Holly was sleeping like a rock, with the blanket covering her head and leaving her feets on the pillow.  Daisy and Poppy talking while sleeping, just the usual like "thunder, thunder, thunder" and "Dominante.. world..kaboom"

Perfect, no one to mess with her depressing plans.

____

In the middle of the tall grass a smol spark of light could be seen moving to a red tree, the light of Nanny Plum wand guied her to the hidden place, she entered without hesitating, the place was pretty decent for a hidden bar, the yellow lights softly mixed with the dark orange wall and the oak  floor created a cozy place to drink in peace.

She saw the amount of drinks behind the blue bartender and thoug and mix almost all of them in her mug and drink that toxic mix like water, no, she didn't wanted a alchoolic coma, at least not now - Plum? Need some help

The sudenlly voice of the strange bartender made her get back to reality, his eyes like black voids staring at the fairy made Plum just say - N..nothing, i just want a sprinkle bear please.

After a few minutes the beer was on the table, the woman got a chair and sat so she could drink in peace.

- Seems you had a hard day.

The man with big ears said with no much emotion and Plum imediatly said in a nervous tone - Damn.. is so obviously that i had a bloody day?! Seems my face is really a mess.

  - In the truth your eyes are more than enough to say that.

After taking a big sip she layed her head on the table without thinking twice, like an exotic pillow, Liquid smooth playing in the hole place, drinking, laying her head oh the table, listen and maybe crying one or two tears.. - Hi Leo!

A familiar voice to her made Plum heart beat a lil bit scared - Hi miss Fother!

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I have another scenario request please 😁 could you do one where Terry's girlfriend is having a bad mental health day, hasn't eaten anything all and he finds her curled up on their bed feeling really low. I'd love to know what you think he would do to help her mental health. As someone who has had days like this before, it would be nice to know what he might do. Possible trigger warning KK3 and CK terry please 💚

Triggerwarning :Mental Health Issues, Depression

(Kk3) When Terry enters the bedroom after his training he saw that I was still there where he left me. Curled up on my side under the heavy blanket to hide from the sunlight. He slowly crawls onto the bed and lays next to me. "Hey baby, how do you feel?" he asks. "Not good. I'm tired and exhausted." the words come out muffled. "Poor baby, can I do something for you? Do want something to eat or a tea?" he offers, he knows that urging me into something would make it just worse so he keeps his distance and tries to understand what I'm going through. "I'm not hungry." he sighs "Hey baby would you mind if I join you?" I'm taking the blanket down so just my eyes appear. "Join me?" he nods "Yes in your hideout, it's looks cozy." I lift the blanket and he scoots over to my side. "Is it okay when I hug you baby?" I nod, he wraps his arms around me and looks at me, he's so close that our noses almost touch. "You don't have to do that Terry." "I know but I want to babe. Do you want to talk?"I'm shaking my head "No it's just.. I'm having a bad day again. Can you tell me something please?" I don't have to tell him twice and he starts talking about his day and what's new. "Oh and the mare you like so much had a folen last night." My eyes go wide. "Really? Can we see it?" Terry smiles when he sees my excitement. "Of course just tell me when you're feeling better." Now I'm sitting up. "Can we go today?" Terry takes my hands and says "I tell you something, we're getting out of bed, taking a shower and eat a snack. Not much just a little bit okay? And then I'll take you to the folen, deal?" I hug him very tight. "Deal.Thank you for taking care of me honey." he kisses the top of my head "I'm always there for you baby."

(CK) Terry already knows when I'm having a bad day before it even starts. He's very observant when it comes to my wellbeing. He enters the bedroom with a tablet with a cup of tea and a few cookies. "Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling my love?" he put the tablet on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed. "It's really bad Terry, it's like all the life has been sucked out of my body. I'm sorry honey." I say without looking at him. "No my love, there's nothing to be sorry for. You're having a bad day that's totally fine. Nobody knows that better than me." I turn to look at him. "I don't want to be a burden but I feel like one." Terry joins me in bed and pulls me into his arms, my head resting on his chest. "You're not a burden sweetheart you're the best thing that ever happened to me and nothing can change that. Not matter how many bad days will follow I will always be by your side okay.!" "Thank you Terry. I love you so much." he slowly rubs my back. "I love you too sweetheart, I brought you some tea and cookies if you want. You need to eat at least a little bit okay?" "Okay, thank you for being there for me." "I'm always here my love, always."