#while trying to sneak food from the kitchen half asleep

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. the jjk men coming back home to their lovely housewife after a rough day at work <3

tags. satoru, suguru, toji, sukuna x housewife!female reader (separately). fluff, mostly smut. size difference for all of em. manhandling here n there. p in v -> unprotected. crēampies. brēēding themes. half asleep when writing this—apologies for any grammar errors

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔. dry humping, cūmshot, reader gets called ‘angel, baby’.

“mmmh.. ya smell like cookies,” satoru sighs as he hugs you from behind, lightly swaying your bodies back and forth in a romantic dance. you had jazz playing in the background while you were baking some cookies, completely relaxing in the comfort of your home.

you got somewhat startled when satoru first appeared behind you, his arms sneaking around your waist. you scolded him—though were quickly soothed back into a loving mood when he kissed your neck and enveloped you in his embrace.

satoru can’t help but to let his urges take over. having his pretty little wife in his arms in that apron he bought, is doing unspeakable things to his body. his hands roam all over your torso until they stop to fondle your breasts.

“no no,” your husband swirls his tongue around your ear as his hands squeeze your chest from underneath your shirt. “continue what you’re doing, angel. let your hubby do what he needs to do, ‘kay?”

you’re used to the usual routine by now; satoru coming home, spoiling you with either gifts, food or his affection before relieving his stress on you. satoru never leaves you sexually frustrated—ever.

“kay,” you nod and just continue to work on the batter for your next batch of chocolate chip cookies. it’s difficult to concentrate when satoru’s warm breath sends shivers down your spine. his tongue slithers from your ear to your neck, unapologetically leaving hickeys. he always makes sure to give you them. you’re his and he needs to keep reminding you of that fact.

“fuck, baby,” satoru’s breath hitches once he feels your hips jolt back against his groin. his fingers brushing against your sensitive nipples was all it took for you to get worked up. you whimper his name under your breath—body squirming in his arms.

satoru bites your earlobe gently, his own hips not able to stay still for another second. he rolls his lower body against yours from behind until you can feel the imprint of his hardening erection pressing against your ass. you grind back against him, to which satoru responds by tweaking your swollen nipples, “such a naughty fuckin’ wife i have.”

your husband is on the edge of just cumming into his pants without any shame. he’s done so before when in your presence—the dry humping always gets to him. it’s a weakness of his that he isn’t good at hiding. he rubs his huge bulge right between your sweet and plump asscheeks, getting off from the feeling.

“gonna make me cum in my pants,” satoru whines and his slender fingers dig into the fat of your breasts even more. he’s needy for you, for every part of you. the fact that you’re sweet enough to accept what he gives you is driving him to the brink of insanity. he tries to stop himself, though to no avail, “shit— don’t wanna— need to cum inside of y—”

a string of whimpers leave satoru’s mouth and his hips spasms against your ass, pressing you against the kitchen counter as he gives one last thrust forward. “my god,” satoru breathes against your nape, his throat dry as he imagines that it’s your warm cunt swallowing every drop of his cum instead of his boxers.

you turn your head to look at satoru behind you. “are you okay, hubby?” you ask through soft breaths. the white-haired man shivers at your smooth voice which makes him press the bulge in his pants against your behind even tighter. you can feel a certain wetness starting to form on the front of your lover’s pants.

“yeah, totally fine,” satoru breathes out, trying to stay cool, calm and collected. he’s trying his best not to ravage you right now. he’s throbbing—blood flowing into his cock again already. you’re the only one who could trigger such sensual reactions from him.

satoru pats your ass a couple times, letting his wet tip rub against your folds through his pants;

“just wish i could’ve bred y’r cunt instead. fuck—can i? need to pump my pretty girl full before i go insane.”

𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔. on the table top lol, reader gets called ‘sweetheart, darling’

suguru always makes a beeline towards you after he gets home. it’s tough being a cult leader—having to ���treat’ people who come begging him for help. having to exorcise those curses that haunt those incompetent buffoons.

all of it is exhausting to the sorcerer. and what better way is there than to find solace in the presence of his stay at home wife?

“sweetheart,” suguru shows you that handsome smile of his the moment he steps into the living room, “need some help?” his eyes dart down at you on your knees, manually scrubbing a spot underneath the couch that was hard to reach. his gaze is focused on the arch of your back, how your ass sticks up as you complain about you’re inability to reach that spot in the corner.

“no, ‘tis fine,” you sigh and give up. you sit up straight on your knees and finally look at suguru. you didn’t expect him to stand so close to you in under a second, his hands reaching for you the moment he comes into your vision.

before you know it, you’re stripped from your shorts and panties. your back is on top of the nearest dining table and suguru’s standing right between your spread legs. he reveals his stiff cock after unzipping his pants and gives it a good few pumps as he looks you up and down, “i’ll fuck the frustration out of you, yeah? don’t you worry, darling.”

a win-win situation; suguru gets to take care of his needs and you get to forget about your exhaustion from all the household chores. your back arches off the surface and your eyes widen the second you feel his dick invade your tight pussy.

“mmh, yeah— that’s it,” suguru grunts, not able to take off his eyes from your wet folds as his cock disappears between them with each thrust. he starts off slow, allowing you to get used to the feeling of being stretched out, “you’re doing so well. you deserve this and so much more.” you appreciate the little things your husband does to make sure you stay comfortable throughout the entire process.

“suguruu,” you moan out his name, to which he responds with a short hum. your nails dig into his muscular back with every move—each time his tip taps that sweet spot deep inside of you. suguru kisses the inside of your upper arm before moving up to place a peck on your forehead.

“mhm, such a good little wife,” he sighs in content and fails to contain those noises of pleasure. you catch the faint grunts and moans that leave his lips between heavy breaths. suguru’s completely blessed to have you be his forever lover, “thank you for taking care of the house today as well.”

your stomach fills with butterflies because of his smooth tone. suguru’s calm yet hoarse voice ringing in your ears makes you want to burst already. the long-haired man punctuates his thrusts with pecks on your cheeks—kissing you after each slow yet harsh hip thrust.

your teary eyes meet his and you’re completely mesmerised by the way he looks at you. your husband is careful about the way he treats you, especially during intimate moments where you’re the most vulnerable.

though at the end of the day, he’s also but a man. seeing his gorgeous wife underneath him as he’s drilling into her will make him lose it. no doubt. all suguru wishes to do is to make that belly of yours expand with his love—his cum;

“hold onto me, sweetheart. i’m going to go a bit harder on you today, is that okay? yeah? good girl, take it for me.”

𝐅. 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈; mating press, reader gets called ‘doll, wife, ma.’

assassin work is not for the weak. you know it, toji knows it. he always comes back home late at night. sometimes he doesn’t return home for days on end. you’re constantly living in fear that your husband may never return. even as toji reassures you that he will, every day.

“were ya worried again, doll?” toji asks as he tries to console you. you had been crying, he could guess by the dried tears on your cheeks. it’s around three in the morning and he had returned from yet another mission. only to find you still up.

“you promised you’ll stop doing such dangerous work,” you hiccup, trying your best not to cry again. toji sighs and turns your face so he could look you in the eye. he can’t help the tingle of excitement that runs down his spine—you’re adorable when you’re upset, “i did, didn’t i?” toji nods as his callused hand runs up and down your side.

he feels guilty every single night. he’s going to quit his job for your sake, though first, he has to save up some money that would last you a couple months. toji hates seeing you in distress about him and thus always tries to distract you.

by pleasuring you until you’re unable to think about nothing but him.

“i’ll make it up to ya,” toji grunts the moment he has your legs up in the air, your body nearly folded in half underneath his bigger one. he loves this position solely because he can see every change in your facial expressions. “c’mon, wife,” the dark-haired man mumbles, his eyes glued to your bouncy breasts and pouty lips, “told ya not to worry too much ‘bout me, yeah?”

you nod, knowing you should trust your husband. he’s never once broken his promises of coming back home to you. so, you simply let go and moan his name repeatedly as his tip kisses the deepest parts of your insides. “i—i trust you,” your tongue rolls out due to how well toji’s pounding you into the mattress.

toji grins at the sight. just a couple thrusts and you’re gone—completely cockdrunk without a worry in sight. he lets out a moan at the way you’re holding onto him so desperately, like you don’t want him to go. “fuck, keep that up ‘n i’m gonna knock you up, ma,” toji hisses. he can’t keep himself from cumming right inside of your cunt if it keeps on squeezing him.

you can’t even respond due to his thrusts knocking the wind out of your lungs. you can only babble about how deep he is and how you’d love to carry his kid. toji’s on cloud nine as he hears you confess your desires to get impregnated by none other than him;

“mmh, don’tcha worry, ‘m g’nna make you a momma soon enough. that way y’ won’t be lonely no more when i’m gone. gonna give you a kid so that you’ll always have a piece of me around—heh.”

𝐒. 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍; heian era. degradation. cunnilingus. reader gets called ‘woman, brat,’

all you can do when sukuna isn’t around, is bore yourself to death. you hang out with your lady-in-waiting or with the cats walking around the estate. sometimes you go visit markets or other beautiful places right outside of the area, but that’s all there is to it.

though, when sukuna returns from his duties, you’re always happily welcoming him back. you’re the first one to greet him and lead him to a place of relaxation. that place being your shared bedroom. sukuna’s hungry eyes that are focusing on the way your clothes fit around your curves tell you more than enough.

“where ‘s my dinner, woman?” the king of curses’ deep baritone nearly makes you shake. you watch as he sits back against the headboard of the bed, his expression stoic yet amused. you know he doesn’t mean real food—he means you.

you’re his dinner.

you take the hint and slowly undress yourself, a strip tease to make sukuna excited about what’s to come. however there are more consequences to teasing him, as he isn’t a person known for his patience.

“stop wriggling,” sukuna scoffs against your wet cunt not a minute later. your clothes are ripped off your body and your legs are wrapped around his head. you can’t stay still when sukuna’s tongue is quite literally devouring you.

you moan out his name loudly, just the way he likes it. sukuna grins against your wet folds, letting the tip of his tongue roll up and down your slit while his thick finger lazily stimulates your clitoris. “got a fuckin’ brat as a wife,” sukuna delivers a harsh slap against your sensitive cunt after cupping it with one big hand, “stay still, i said.”

you squeal at the rough contact. you attempt to listen to your husband, but your body doesn’t allow it. your sticky thighs keep shaking and your hips keep jerking upwards against his mouth. his wet tongue slobbering all over your pussy is a clear sign of just how much sukuna looks forward to coming home—to watch you beg for mercy when he goes too far.

“delicious,” sukuna pants as he dives deeper into your folds, burying his entire face against your cunt. he sniffs your scent and simultaneously enjoys the taste of your wet juices. you’re all he needs after a frustrating day of taking care of duties back to back.

one of his hands brushes against your lower abdomen to keep you pinned to the bed. you grab the wrist of that hand and hold onto it for support. sukuna groans at the sight of you trying so hard to not cum on spot from his actions.

he speeds up the movements of his tongue and his big hand squeezes your tummy a little in the meantime;

“i think i’ll go for a second round of dessert after this one, ey? what’d ya think? wanna let everyone know that you, your cunt and your whole body is all mine—so i’ll probably fuck ye so good y’re gonna be heard all ‘round the estate.”

[mequetrefis]

free him

[mountainficss]

hi omg!!! what are ur thoughts on fuckbuddy mingyu😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

hiii babe! ohhh my thoughts on fuckbuddy!mingyu?? omg that would be so yummy…

you know, i honestly don’t think he could do it! well i mean he could, but i don’t think he could do it for long. i feel like the big puppy would get attached.

you’d start off as best friends, always hanging out and spending time with each other. you’ve known him for a long time, so you’d both be very familiar with every detail about the other. what each other’s favorite foods are, what movies you like to watch together, even your preferences in the bedroom! since you two are so close, you can talk about sexual things with no guilt or embarrassment. it just comes naturally to the both of you. and on a night where you’re hanging out at his apartment, both a little tipsy, he’d bring up the idea of the two of you being sexual partners. “we don’t have to date,” he’d assure you quickly, his face flushed red from the alcohol. of course he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to date him, but he’d never say that. he wouldn’t want to risk scaring you away. “sure, mingyu. i’ll be your fuckbuddy,” you’d smile, the alcohol you drank earlier making you feel bold. his eyes would widen in shock at your choice of words, but excitement would course through his veins as he embraces you and presses sweet kisses all over your skin.

and that’s how you’d ended up in his bed the next morning, naked and trying to piece together the events of last night. remembering the arrangement you made would bring a tinge of blush to your cheeks. but you wouldn’t mind, he fucked you too good for you to be embarrassed about a friendship with benefits. the way he thrusted inside you felt like you had been doing this for ages, and the way he touched you felt like he knew exactly where to put his hands, despite this being the first time you’ve ever touched past a hug. you’d roll over and sprawl yourself on top of his sleeping form, poking his cheeks repeatedly until he stirs. his eyes would open slowly, his hair a tousled mess from turning in his sleep. he’d squint at you, half-asleep and trying to figure out why you’re poking him. you’d beam at him, leaning down to sink your teeth harshly into his shoulder. that would wake him up quick, causing him to yelp and sit upright immediately. “you bit me hard,” he’d whine, tracing his index finger over the prominent teeth marks on his shoulder. the sheets had fallen off of his body as you both sat up, his tanned torso and bare shoulders exposed. his pretty face would be adorned in a soft pout, and you honestly wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off of him. he’d notice you shamelessly checking him out and would blush cutely. “why’d you wake me up?” he’d question shyly, watching as you lean in and squish his cheeks between your hands. you’d laugh at his cute fish lips from you squishing his face, shaking his head from side to side gently. “get ready,” you’d grin, releasing his face and pushing yourself off the bed. “let’s go do something.”

everything would feel so natural, going out and spending time with you like normal wouldn’t be anything new. but he knew it was different. he’d always been attracted to you inside and out, and now that he’s had a taste of all of you? he couldn’t help but want more. and to attempt to fulfill his deeper desires he’d literally want to fuck you all. the. time. when you’re in the kitchen cooking a meal for the both of you he’d bend you over the counter, stuffing his cock into from behind while he sucks pretty marks onto your neck. when you’re playing games on his playstation he’s down between your legs, lapping at your arousal like a starved puppy as you try your best to focus on the game you were playing. when you use his shower he’s sneaking into the bathroom and sliding in behind you, running his hands sensually over the curves and dips of your body. every second his hands are on you it hurts him more, but he can’t stop himself. he loves the way your body feels in his hands or pressed against his own. he loves how close he feels to you. his heart would ache every time he slides into your heat, because he knows that you’re not really his. you’re just best friends that fuck.

i’d give him about a week, two if we’re being generous. but after that i feel like he wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore. it would hurt too bad, would make his stomach twist in agony every time you fall asleep in his arms. even though this entire thing was his idea, he was the one that brought it up, he’d be the first to throw in the towel. he’d decide to tell you one night as you lay together after a heated session, a sick feeling in his stomach as he forces the words from his constricting throat. “i have to tell you something,” he’d blurt, panting slightly as he still recovers from his previous orgasms. you’d laugh breathlessly, rolling over on your side to face him and propping your head up with your hand. “you don’t mess around, huh?” you’d joke, your skin seeming almost like it was glowing even in his barely-lit bedroom. he’d furrow his eyebrows in confusion, and you’d snort at mingyu’s puzzled expression. “we don’t have to do this anymore if you don’t want to, idiot. you’ve been acting weird lately,” you’d clarify, shooting him an apologetic smile. “i know it was your idea, but you’re not stuck with me. we can just be friends like normal again if it’ll make you feel better, gyu.” you’d reach for his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze, and oh he’d fucking panic. he’d shake his head frantically as he feels tears of frustration welling in his eyes at how wrong you are. that’s not what he wants at all! you’d feel worried seeing him so distressed, asking him what was wrong and if he was feeling okay. “i like you!” he’d practically shout, and you’d slightly flinch back in surprise at his sudden outburst. “i like you,” he’d mumble quietly this time. “and i don’t wanna be friends like normal. i want you,” he’d choke out his confession, avoiding your eyes. he couldn’t bear to look at you, was too afraid to see the look on your face when you rejected him. “wanted you to be mine. but it’s fine if you don’t want it. i just can’t keep…doing this if i can’t have you for real.” he’d feel his face being snatched upwards by both of your hands, and you’d pull him into a sweet kiss. you’d pull away, smiling at poor mingyu as he just stares in awe. “i’d love to be yours,” you’d grin, dragging your thumb across his bottom lip. he’d feel a huge weight lift from his shoulders, and not even seconds after you said that he’d be imagining your life together. better be careful with your words, because that boy will already be picturing your children and mentally planning your wedding <3 cute puppy.

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[fruityhoon]

eat with me

soft yandere!hee x gn!reader

warnings/note: mentions of food, eating, hee’s a sweet boi here, fluff, slightly paranoid hee, NOT proofread (i wrote all of this half asleep so bare w me)

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it was way past midnight and you couldn’t sleep, all you had was some leftover sandwich from the fridge for dinner so what better way was there than to eat?

only one problem..

you had to sneak past heeseung in order to be able to do that.

sure he was sweet and would do anything for you, but heeseung wasn’t the type to let his guard down and let you out of his sight especially past midnight, he’d always make sure you fell asleep first before he could catch some sleep. and if you were hungry, he’d make something light for you so your stomach wouldn’t be rumbling all night.

but tonight was a little different, he came back home exhausted, immediately taking a shower and laid next to you resulting in him falling asleep before you which was something he never did

and right now you took the opportunity and slowly climbed out of bed while making sure heeseung doesn’t feel your absence next to him

you went downstairs and headed into the kitchen, taking a look inside the fridge you noticed there wasn’t really anything for you to eat which lead you looking through the cabinets and voila!

instant noodles.

heeseung never really lets you get your hands on them as he quote on quote said, “it’s unhealthy and you should be eating proper meals instead”

‘why does he have a lot of them in the cabinet here then?’ you thought to yourself

taking 2 packs of the noodles, you dont know how but you managed to not make much noise and made yourself a nice bowl of shin ramyeon

———

he lazily opened his eyes, trying to find your warmth to then which he realised you werent there next to him.

immediately sitting up, heeseung grabbed his phone on the nightstand and opened an app to see if there were any notifications of the doors or windows being opened or even unlocked but there werent any

‘fuck fuck fuck where are they?’

the man got out of bed despite his hair being all over the place, wondering where you were while trying to keep himself calm

he was being paranoid, thinking you snuck out and ran away, cursing at himself for letting his guard down this one time until he heard faint noises coming from the kitchen

he walked over slowly and a sigh of relief came from him as he saw you in the kitchen about to eat your noodles

———

you were about to engulf your food when a pair of arms hugged you from the back, you flinched and let out a small yelp, almost knocking over your food

pulling away and turning around, you were met with a pair of bambi eyes looking straight at you before he hugged you again , resting his face in the crook of your neck

“dont do that to me again, you scared me” he lowly whispered in your ear as he hugged you even tighter, you could hear the fear in his voice

feeling bad you slowly pulled away and caressed his head and looked at your food

“im sorry.. i was really hungry but you looked really tired and exhausted before you slept so i didnt wanna wake you up” you looked down at your foot, feeling guilty that you made him feel scared

“i dont care how tired i look if you need anything just tell me okay? i’ll always be there no matter how exhausted i am and i need you to know that” you nodded as he cupped both of your cheeks before leaving a small peck on your forehead

“c’mere” you pulled him to the seat next you as you quickly got up to grab something, leaving the man confused

you came back to your seat as you handed him a pair of utensils and placed a glass of water on the table

“eat with me” you nudged the bowl slightly to his side, the man raising an eyebrow as a response

“you didnt eat anything today hee, its not like i can finish this anways, share with me okay?” you said as you gave him a soft smile

“baby its o-“

“if you dont share with me i’ll be really upset” you cut him off as you emphasised on the ‘really’, knowing he’d give in to you since you knew the last thing he wants is for you to be upset with him

and you were right. he spent too long waiting for you, now that he finally had you with him he wanted to treat you well and give you all he had. he was always listening to you, complying to your needs while always being cautious of course

but you didnt mind, although he was really overprotective he still made you feel loved and you felt safe with him and thats all that matters to you

“okay okay we’ll share” he let out a small giggle as he ruffled your hair and the both of you shared the bowl of ramen which was probably already soggy at this point

———

“your not mad.. right?” you spoke out as the both of you finished the food

“baby of course not, what makes you think that?” he looked at you as he frowned

“i don’t know i just thought you’d be mad” you got up and took the dishes to go wash them but he stopped you

“im not mad y/n, i just got a little scared that’s all” he took the dishes from your hands and walked over to the sink

you hugged him from behind as you mumbled out a quiet ‘sorry’ , resting ur cheeks on his back

“it’s okay, you wanna cuddle on the couch?” he dried his hands and turned to look at you to which you nodded

the both of you sat on the couch cuddling, your head on his chest and him leaning on your head, one of his hand gently caressing your back

cuddling sessions on the couch were always nice and it wasn’t until a few weeks ago the both of you started doing it

“please don’t leave me y/n, i don’t know what i’d do without you” he softly whispered out of nowhere, but you know it was just him overthinking

“i’ll be here, always” you responded as he smiled and started humming lullabies, something he’d do to make you sleepy

you fiddled with his other hand, slowly falling asleep to the melody you were hearing

and soon enough you fell asleep, heeseung noticed and kissed your forehead, dozing off not long after.

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author’s note: im not really the type to write fluff but i just wrote down whatever came to mind honestly, let me know what yall think :D

[huami]

Sneak in

Summary: Vada misses you and your lips.

Warning: none

a/n: okay i kinda like this one, have fun i guess and I want to thank @yara124 for this wonderful idea

"Daylight, I wake up feeling like you won't play right!" I shouted with following the tune of the song. I fucking miss her and I miss fucking her. I haven't seen her for a week, and I'm dying to taste her lips again, those sweet plump and pink lips of her.

It's been a week and a half since Y/N got busy because of fucking school works, I hate school because of two reasons; I straight up hate and I hate it more because I can't kiss my Y/N because of it!

Think of something, I have to think of something that will make Y/N come over or I could just sneak in her room and surprise her. Yes! That's the one!

The song ended as I get up, I quickly went to the kitchen to have my lunch and pack a meal for Y/N later. I saw mom talking to her phone and wave at me when she noticed my presence. I munched down my food and sprint across the kitchen to my room, I swear I heard mom yelling something but I couldn't care less.

It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon, I was scrolling through my phone stalking her accounts when I remember my plan. I jump out of my bed and put on a bra and put my shirt back on.

I arrived at her house by 8 and I quickly jump on the fence and started climbing to her window. I finally arrived in front of her window after those several attempts to save my life from falling, I stood by her window full of bruises and sweating like I just ran a mile.

I saw her room full of darkness, great she's asleep. I went inside anyways tip toeing so I won't make any noise to startle her. I slip beside her and adjusted myself and cuddle her in her sleep. I fucking missed her and her scent, fuck I could sniff her to death. I snuggle my face into the back of her head, inhaling her scent once more.

FUCK. FUCKING FUCKENING FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!? Someone's beside me and their fucking cuddling with me!? WHAT.THE.ACTUAL.FUCK. I'm so fucking scared right now I might die. I kinda regretted leaving my window open to get a fresh air. God please help me.

I continue to curse to myself while figuring out how to escape the stranger's hold of me. I slowly open my eyes and what the fuck!? They're sniffing me!? THE FUCK!? AND NOW THEY'RE TRYING TO KISS ME. PLEASE GOD, I'M SO SORRY IF I DIDN'T PRAY TO YOU UNTIL NOW BUT PLEASE SAVE ME. I DON'T WANNA DIE LIKE THIS, I STILL HAVE DREAMS AND GOALS TO FULFILL, I STILL HAVE TO PROPOSE TO VADA- wait a fucking minute. I finally opened my eyes and adjusted my vision to see my surroundings then I inhaled a scent of a perfume, the same perfume Vada wears.

I quickly sat up and jump out of my bed picking up the bat near my table and quickly turn the lights on. And there she is, Vada, shock evident on her face. "WHAT'S WRONG?" Vada asked me, voice full of panic. "NO! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!" I whisper shouted putting the bat back near the table. I rubbed my eyes and look at Vada, confusion still evident to her face. "what do you mean "what's wrong with me?"" Vada said trying to sit beside me. I take a quick look at her and laugh. "You can't just sneak in my room while I'm asleep and try to cuddle, okay? I almost died because of fear that someone is trying to kill me in my sleep." I stated calmly, still giggling at Vada who looks dumbfounded. I started to laugh and she soon followed. "I'm sorry I just fucking miss you, and I missed fucking you" "Oh, shut up" We continue to laugh and went back to bed and she suddenly kissed my nose then my forehead, then both of my cheeks and lastly my lips. The kiss is passionate, full of love and adoration. She kisses my lips like there's no tomorrow, like I'll disappear if she stops. She continue to pepper me with kisses and cuddle, snuggling our body with together sharing eachother's warmth and fell asleep with smile on our faces.

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[methoughtsphantom]

DP x DC

not me thinking about imaginary scenarios of ten year old Tim Drake in the ghost zone (pariah’s castle)

where Tim thinks it’s strangely soothing that despite being the only one whose steps connect to the ground, there’s not that eerie silence that befell drake manor

strange blob creatures chitter softly and nip at his hair and swooshes and wisps of wind betray the presence of an invisible ghost

which after following he realizes it’s almost like he’s trailing after the black dark shadow that is batman again

which gives him the idea that, maybe, just this one time, he can play the part of robin

that in mind Tim makes out a game of sneaking to the side of ghosts that look like they’re brooding and if they can spot him he loses

most just grunt in response (very in character) while others fuss over him and ask questions which Tim uses to infodump

he also politely asks the ghost that always asks him how he’s doing to instead say the word “report”

(the ghost looks at him weirdly but humors him and besides the answer would be the same anyways)

Tim also(!!)

gets on the case of why the walls lack tangibility when he is the one leaning on them (he doesn’t live down the time he wanted to look cool only to fall through the wall)

hyperfixates on how gravity works in the ghost zone because he couldn’t do a skateboard trick he has pulled off many many times and he’s salty about it

tries to figure out where they are getting human food from (cause it’s hot enough to be homemade but also there’s no kitchen —so how could it be) (also he wants coffee)

finds out the dude that often gives him a side eye when he finds that Tim knows how to do something (math homework), is next in line for the throne and yet doesn’t have a single “mingle and talk people up” bone in his body. (despite it his networking is a solid 7/10)

gets a ghost horse to adopt him what

discovers pretty quickly that there are rooms to which he can’t phase through (a.k.a. he’s not allowed entry) to which he begrudgingly backs off even though that stands in his way of doing a very thorough layout™ of the place (robin would)

sulks over the lack of extreme sports in the place

(Danny takes him to the Far Frozen where they go tire sliding in the snow and where tim learns how to use a skateboard skate and also that ghost ice cream is just as good as normal ice cream)

sulks again cuz he caught a common cold

also because there’s no sun or moon poor Timmy’s already screwed sleep schedule gets more messed up to the point no one knows when or where he will fall asleep

(ghosts find him in the most unhinged of places with a signature purple cloak draped over him every. single. time.)

overall, be a menace

see-> the time he threatened to build ghost weapons he’d somehow memorized the blueprints of cause Danny wouldn’t let him visit the radium girls factory but yes the renaissance period

see-> that time he went through the whole ghost energy and how to work with it book section in the library and half an hour later had a prototype of a star wars laser beam made

(note: bribing only works for hot chocolate, not for letting him keep cool-looking guns)

just tim having the time of his life

clockwork being no help at all (the ghost loves being a cryptid)

and danny trying not to get attached while he progressively gets more concerned over this chaos child he emotionally adopted as his little brother

(to fit canon cause i want it to this would just be until Danny finds the dimension little Timmy is from, then they can safely yeet the child back to the moment he first went missing)

anyways before anyone knows it’s been three months

[angelltheninth]

Hey i see that asks are open again. Nice love your stuff. Can i ask for some arcane girls or guys.thinking there s/o left them after there first time but they are just down stairs making them some food or so ? Thanks anyway ❤️

I'm so happy to hear you like my writing. Thanks for the wholesome ask Anon!

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Marcus, Jayce, Viktor, Mel x Reader

Tags: mild-smut, developing relationship, morning after, kisses, making breakfast, hugs, neck kisses, shoulder kisses, flirting, teasing, slight dirty talk

A/N: My cooking skills aren't that good but I'd try for these characters.

Jinx is very cuddly in the morning so when she wakes up and finds that you're not there after the amazing night you spent together she's a bit hurt at first. The voices are taunting her about you leaving of course and she's quick to shut them up.

She tries to shrug it off, after all you're not exactly exclusive yet so she can't afford to be too jealous. She throws her clothes and gets ready for the day. When a scent of something burning catches her nose she things she set something on fire over night. However what she finds is you in the kitchen wearing only a shirt and your underwear as you struggle to make breakfast on her fire hazard of a stove.

"Ah there ya are sweet stuff. Almost thought ya left me. That'd be pretty fucking crappy don't ya think? If ya don't wanna be an item just tell me, no need ta sneak out. And trying to burn my place down too? Tryin ta get rid of the evidence or something? Ya... wanted to make me breakfast in bed? And ask me ta be your girlfriend? Oh... I uh... may have jumped the gun a little... I can make it up ta ya with a kiss."

Vi can't lie and say that she was more then disappointed when she woke up to an empty bed. She may be tough on the outside but you managed to break into her heart, so she can't just pretend that it was a one night thing.

After all she took you on quite a few dates before this and thought that the two of you were on the same page about the relationship. Clearly not. She wants to blow off some steam. However just as she pulls her hoodie over her head she hears someone humming. It turns out to be you, back turned to her while making food. Vi grins and sneaks up on you, startling you for a moment as she hugs you to her front and tilts your head to kiss your neck, right over the kisses and bite marks she made last night.

"Morning sweetheart, though you left me but... this is a nice surprise for sure. I had half the mind to march over to your place and give you a piece of my mind for toying with me. Glad I don't have to. Food looks good. Oh and the pancakes too. Hold still, I want to have a little taste, the pancakes can wait. You bet your sweet ass I'll put you on the table, I might be from Zaun but I eat my food at the table."

Caitlyn is surprised to find you gone in the morning. After all you'd have to sneak off through the window and she's pretty sure she would have heard you.

She absolutely wants to have a talk with you about leaving after having sex for the first time. You seemed pretty happy last night and didn't make any move to leave why she fell asleep. She can't think of any reason you'd sneak off. But before she goes to confront you she needs to eat something since she's pretty spent from last night. Caitlyn makes her way into the kitchen only to find you laughing and talking with her dad as you make food for her and the other Kiramman's.

"For a moment I thought you snuck out on me darling. Glad to see that wasn't the case. What are you making? Hm... sounds good. And did you put my dad up to helping you or was he already here? You're learning the secret Kiramman recipes? Well I know we've been doing pretty well but a marriage is going a little too fast don't you think, plus I don't even have a ring for you. A kiss? Sure I can do that for you, but I fully expect you to make this up to me with a date at a later time."

Ekko was a bit glad when he didn't find you in bed the next day. He does enjoy your company but he's part of a rebellion so it might be best for you to keep your distance.

However when he washes up and gets into the kitchen he finds you already sitting at the little table, waiting for him as you divide the breakfast and coffee you made. He's a bit at a loss for words at first because the last thing he expected after a wild night of having sex was for you to have the energy to get up before him and make all this food for the two of you. He's still not sure if you should involve yourself with him so closely but he can't fight the warm feeling in his heart as you motion him to sit down and eat before it gets cold.

"Color me surprised Firefly, you got more stamina than I gave you credit for. Have you been holding out on me last night? No, I'm not complaining about it, couldn't you tell I had fun? Did you... did you run into anyone while getting the ingredients for this? I'm not embarrassed, I just... I'm a little worried for your safety alright? I don't want you to get in trouble because you're associated with me, we're not exactly popular in Zaun at the moment. Yeah I know you can take care of yourself, but you can't stop me from worrying about you, not now or ever."

Silco is used to sleeping alone so getting to fall asleep next to someone for the night was refreshing. He wasn't really expecting you to stay either so he goes about his day when he wakes up.

Upon opening the door however he's met with Jinx who tells him that you're in the kitchen and that you're... not the worst choice for a partner. Confused Silco makes his way to the kitchen where he finds you cooking for three. You see him and forget the food for a moment as you cross the distance between you and give him a big kiss and tell him good morning and you hope he's worked up an appetite since last night. Silco chuckles and is about to kiss you back when Jinx barges in commenting on how gross you're being so early in the morning.

"So uh... darling, I think we should eat, after all you went through all the trouble of making breakfast, it'd be a shame if it went cold. Jinx you be polite, they're a guest. No, not because... nevermind, eat your food. Why are you laughing for? My façade? I have no such thing darling, you've seen all of me from the start. Including last night. Right, sorry, Jinx you eat here, we're gonna take our food upstairs. Come darling. Sorry about her, she's a good kid I promise. No she won't try to kill you. I promise. Hey, wow, what are... oh... I was serious about the food but... I could work up a bit more of an appetite."

Sevika is usually the one to leave, not the other way around. She didn't expect anything from the relationship, after all it was just a one-night stand. At least it was supposed to be.

Sevika takes a quick shower only to come back to the bedroom with you standing there holding a tray of food and wearing nothing but a shirt. She doesn't bother to hide the way her eyes hungerly trail over your mostly naked body. You fidget under her gaze and tell her you wanted to make her breakfast as a thank you for an amazing time last night. Sevika can't help but smirk and lick her lips before she takes the tray, disposes of it on a nearby desk, picks you up and throws you back on the bed, practically tearing your shirt with her metal hand and kissing a way down your neck, shoulders, chest and stomach.

"I appreciate the food sweetcheeks, but if you wanted to thank me you should have waited for me with your legs open. It was a nice gesture though, who knew you were such a romantic. Of course I plan to eat it, you worked so hard on it after all. But first I'm gonna have my fill of you. Huh, why do you want me to wait? You wanna do this again? Take to dinner? I don't really date. You'll bribe me with more food? As in actual food or... this. Hm... well if that's my treat I might think about a date. Now, let me hear you moan for me."

Marcus doesn't have much time for one-night stands so that fact that had one with you was pretty unusual already.

He didn't expect you to say and thought you'd sneak out as soon you as you woke up. Instead however he found you in his small kitchen, laughing and talking with his daughter while she handed you various ingredients for breakfast. Marcus blinked at the sight, half convinced he was dreaming. The scene was just so... domestic, something that he hadn't experienced in a very long time with another person. You broke the spell when you called out to him and whished him good morning, a little awkward as you sat at the table. His daughter was quick to run up to him, take him by the hand and lead him to the table to eat.

"I see you decided to stay a while huh? I don't exactly mind. But we should talk more about this later. Mmm, this isn't bad. Did you help out too Ren? It's very good, yeah. Are they a good friend? Well yes you could say that, they're a very good friend. Isn't that right lovely? Yeah I know I need to get to work soon, but I'll eat this first, it's been a while since I had a meal like this. You can... make it again sometime, if you want."

Jayce is pretty big on cuddles. He's cuddled with you many times but last night was the first time you had sex so of course he looked forward to morning cuddles, only to be sad when he fund you gone.

He sighed, oh well, maybe he misinterpreted your intentions. Last night was fun though he can't deny that much. Gathering his clothes and washing up he finally makes his way downstairs to make himself some breakfast, only to find most of it already made by you. To make things better you're making it while mostly naked, only wearing shorts that don't hide much and one of Jayce's shirts which is a bit big on you. He chuckles at the fast he was worried and offers to help you with the rest of it, but of course he does get more than a bit distracted by your thighs and the fact that you seem to be showing off his bite marks proudly along your neck.

"I'm glad to see you're still here babe. Hah, I was a bit worried yeah, I really like you so, I'd like this to be a reoccurring thing you know. Unless... you were just being polite, in which case forget what I just said. Oh thank gods, I thought I made things really awkward for a moment. Hey, careful with that! You're gonna burn yourself, and we can't have that, I won't have that. You need to pay attention. Oh haha, I might steal a few peaks at you but at least I'm keeping a firm grip. You are too? What do you... oh fuck! Right... right now? What about the food? Haha, you're hungry for something else? That makes two of us actually. Ok, but don't blame me if you can't walk later."

Viktor doesn't sleep with many people and doesn't exactly know what the norm for things like this is. Usually his dates at least wait until the morning to leave so he was a bit baffled that you were already gone.

Just as he was stretching he hears the door opening and sees you carrying two bowls of food. You awkwardly wish him good morning as you walk over to the bed. Viktor brings the blanket around him, a bit self-conscious about him being the only one naked here. You chuckle and give him a quick peck on the lips before offering him the bowl of food. This was certainly different than his previous hook-ups, but he doing that he rather liked this change of pace. The food was delicious too.

"This is quite the surprise darling. I'm not gonna complain about someone as beautiful as you serving me breakfast however, that would be very stupid of me. I am curious however, what prompted you to do this? Just felt like it? Do you always do this for the people you sleep with? Well then I'm glad to hear that I'm special to you. I think you're quite special to me also, and I'd like to explore that further. Are you free tomorrow evening?"

Mel doesn't bring many people to her bed, but those she does bring, she wants them to stay. If Mel brings you to her bed it means she likes you enough to give the relationship a try at least.

So imagine the disappointment when she finds you gone the next morning. Mel is pretty good at reading people so she thought she had your intentions figured out. She was definitely keen on giving you a piece of her mind next time she saw you. Little did she know that the next time would be very soon seeing as you're setting the freshly made food on the table right as she gets down the stairs. It was definitely a pleasant surprise for her. But she did still want to clear the air and make her attentions known in case they weren't clear earlier. She wants to date you.

"Good morning darling, I was looking forward to waking up to you, and yet you seemed to have different ideas hm? Don't get me wrong, I like the gesture, its incredibly sweet of you, but next time I'd appreciate a heads up. Yes, I fully plan on there being a next time. That is, if you'd like that of course, I certainly would. Good, I'm glad we're on the same page. How about we eat this and then go back to bed? I'd hate to let this food go to waste but I was fully ready to cuddle you until noon. And doing a few other things as well, and we're sure to be very energized after this no?"

[astro-ellie]

im actually pulling out my hair because of the abby & ellie being sisters fanfic, I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS???

abby has you wrapped around her finger.

you had sneaked into the living room a few hours before sunrise, luckily ellie and dina were both fast asleep still. you felt exhausted, but trying to sleep seemed impossible. instead, you tossed and turned on your side of the couch until you could hear the morning birds outside the big living room window.

ellie woke up before dina did. you could see the way she carefully slipped out of dina's arms before sitting up, stretching her arms before letting out a yawn. when she saw that you were awake, she blushed for a second, realising that you must have seen the way she was cuddled up to your dear friend on the couch.

the blush disappeared quickly though when ellie took a look at you and muttered "well, you look like shit." scoffing at her bluntness, typically ellie, you decided to keep quiet. because what could you say? sorry, haven't slept 'cause your sister kept me occupied half the night and then i couldn't stop thinking about her for the other half.

you'd rather not get attacked with a pillow this early in the morning. or even worse, have ellie stomp over to abby's room and create some kind of scene.

you would not want to be in the same house as her when she sees the bruises on abby's neck.

it doesn't take too long for dina to wake up as well, and before she can drop a comment similar to ellie, you quickly say "had trouble sleeping" while waving your hand dismissively. the way dina gives you a knowing smile takes you by surprise, but there's no time to question it as ellie is already heading towards the kitchen.

following her, you're filled with memories of the previous night. meeting abby in the kitchen felt like an answer to your prayer. it seemed to be impossible to get her to yourself, without the interference of ellie, without making it too obvious you were trying to get her alone.

her confident attitude made you weak in the knees, and when the word "good" had slipped past her lips you were sure you'd be melting into a puddle on the floor any minute.

maybe you should have been more embarrassed at how easy it was for abby to make you putty in her arms, but it's difficult to feel embarrassed when all you can think about is how good she made you feel last night. it's really hard to feel embarrassed when all you can think about is how she took you to her bedroom.

when you sit down to eat breakfast with the girls, you're completely zoned out. ellie doesn't pay you any mind however, busy rambling on to dina about the latest issue of that science magazine she's always reading.

sipping on the glass of juice in silence, it's almost as if you're back in abby's room again. you can almost feel her hand around your wrist again as you reminisce how she pulled you towards her bedroom door.

"what?" abby's soft voice had pulled you out of your thoughts. "nothing, i just- it's exactly like i expected it to be." giving her a small smile, abby's lips pulling into her signature smirk.

"you've been imagining how my bedroom looks?" her tone was teasing, but that had not stopped your cheeks from heating up. standing awkwardly in the opening of the room, the way abby had sat down on the edge of her bed and slightly spread her legs had made your heart quicken in your chest.

"why don't you close the door and come over here? thought we could have a little chat..." and the look in her eyes, the way she had looked you up and down as if she was ready to eat you, made it clear that she wasn't actually planning on just talking. so with that, you had closed the door behind you and made your way over to her.

"are you even listening?" ellie's raspy voice breaks you out of your trance, and it's only now you realise that both she and dina are done with their breakfast. "you gotta' hurry up, jesse is picking us up soon."

"yeah, yeah. i'll finish this quickly." stuffing your face with the food in front of you, you don't pay any mind to the sound of a door further down the hall opening. it's not until you hear the familiar voice of abby, greeting ellie with a "hey loser", that you look up.

at first, ellie only grunts something in response. when abby turns around, milk jug in hand, she truly gets her little sister's attention.

"hey, what's that on your neck?"

[somekindofpoet]

Hear me out. I low key think that Vada would form a fear of thunderstorms after what happened at school. So when she goes to call R, who happens to be her crush, she hears knocking on her window. It’s R and they’re holding a bag of snacks and movies. They knew that Vada hated thunderstorms since the last time they talked.

Just overall fluff with lots of cuddles and corny flirting on both ends. Vada is smol and needs to be protected. Even if she will throw a Big Gulp at someone if she needs to 💀.

Since we’re on a Vada kick, have this adorable fluff.

The crashing of thunder rouses you from the short sleep you’d fallen into. You squint at your clock. It’s only 10, you’d been asleep for an hour.

A flash lights up the night sky, drawing your attention to your window. Bright fingers of electricity race across the black sky, and the rumbling that woke you follows it soon after. You admire it, blinking bleary eyes at the raging storm, appreciating the way the rain falls in fat droplets against your window.

Another clap of thunder brings your mind to Vada. She would be terrified right now, you think, remembering how she blushed when she told you she was afraid of lightning. It makes your heart clench, to think of her alone, hiding under her blankets, shaking.

You can’t bear the thought of it.

You roll out of bed and tiptoe down to your kitchen, careful not to wake your sleeping family. You gather the essentials; a bag of smart food cheddar popcorn, a bag of reeces pieces (your favorite) and a bag of sour patch kids (Vadas favorite), leftover from your last movie night. You snag two cans of root beer, throw your loot in a backpack, and sneak out the back door.

Luckily, Vada only lives a block away, so you’re only half drenched, instead of soaked through like a wet dog when you throw your bike down in her driveway.

Another crackle of lightning pierces the sky, so you hustle to Vada’s window and knock softly. You hear a yelp from inside and a thump. She probably fell off her bed, ever the graceful one, Vada was. You can see her figure creep into view, the moonlight hitting her hair and cheeks as she nears the window. With an awkward smile, you wave at her, pointing to her window lock. she squints, trying to see you more clearly.

You probably look something close to a horror movie murderer, standing in the rain with your hood pulled over your head at her window, but she smiles when she recognizes you. It sends a battalion of butterflies charging through your stomach.

She slides her window open and you hand her your bag before hauling yourself over the threshold and flopping inside. You stand, comically dusting your soaked arms off before grinning at her. She laughs through her nose, shaking her head at you.

“What’re you doing here?” She asks, her voice just above a whisper.

You shut the window, saving her bench from the torrent of rain outside.

“I came to watch movies with you,” you gesture to your backpack, “laptop and snacks are in there.”

She looks confused, her brows furrowed. Thunder cracks outside and she flinches, closing her eyes and sucking in air between her teeth.

You take the bag from her and walk it to her bed, unzipping it and turning back to her, “I know you hate thunderstorms, so I thought I’d keep you company until it passes.”

She blinks at you, her expression softening as she understands. You catch the little smile that pulls at the corner of her mouth, and the butterflies conduct all out warfare inside of you.

Your eyes follow her as she goes into her closet, and comes back out, throwing a pair of sweats and a tshirt at you.

“Put these on. You didn’t have like a rainproof jacket or something?”

You shrug, “I was kind of in a hurry.”

She jumps on the bed and takes your laptop, opening it to Netflix and choosing a movie while you change. You toss your clothes into a sopping pile under the window and crawl into bed with her, your shoulders brushing. She leans into you, just slightly, but enough for you to notice.

Butterflies, sound the cavalry charge!

She picks a comedy. It’s stupid, but you enjoy it because it makes her laugh. Halfway through the movie, the storm outside worsens, lightning striking every few minutes and wind screaming outside the window. Vada jumps and inches closer to you every time the skies crack open.

Eventually you stop pretending to not notice and open your arm to her, offering her a closer spot to your chest. She smiles as takes it without hesitating, tucking herself under your arm and into your side. After a short time, her head droops onto your chest, her breathing evening out. The storm keeps clashing outside, but she stops flinching at every strike.

She mumbles in her sleep, her fingers twitching over your shirt. You close the laptop when the movie ends and slide down the bed, letting her stay cuddled into you. You close your eyes, deciding you’ll get up when it stops raining and bike home. For now, you figure it’s the chivalrous thing to do to let her sleep.

The butterflies are victorious another day.

[eqt-95]

a new kind of romance, pt 6

part 5 | could we? wood we? - - - - -

💤 | cuddles

Kara Zor El, eater of foods, saver of worlds, and, above all else, lover of cuddles, was in a predicament. 

More specifically her predicament was around the whole ‘lover of cuddles’ thing which, normally, wasn’t a predicament. In fact, normally it was second nature. Because of course she was going to sweep Alex into a giant hug any chance she could. And obviously she was going to drag Nia, kicking and screaming, onto a shared loveseat at game night. And most definitely, her internal clock was going to wake an hour early every time Lena slept over to sneak in some extra pre-work cuddles.

Which would have been so normal.

But then Kara discovered The Line in Lena’s closet. And then in the woods there was The Moment.

This was why Kara now lay awake, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars she and Lena had plastered to her ceiling three weeks ago mulling. 

And not the good kind that comes around the holidays and brings festive cheer and warmth and tidings of comfort. 

No. There was absolutely no comfort and definitely no festive cheer. This was the kind of mulling that led to existential crises and fretting and second guessing and exactly four inches of space between herself and a soft, slumbering best friend. A demilitarized zone. A limbo. A Line.

And such a predicament it was because, up until recently, it hadn’t crossed Kara’s mind that these late nights turned sleepovers turned early morning cuddles might have toed a line. A line that seemed to loom larger and bigger and greater and cloudier with each passing day because the looming felt heavier and weightier and - oh gosh Lena just looked so peaceful when she slept.

Kara blinked away from her best friend’s curled form and back to the constellations above, settling on the Coma Berenices Lena insisted on making room for just down from Ursa Major. She replayed the Queen’s story in her head, trying to ignore the fact that, normally, she’d already be curled against Lena’s back with a hand wrapped around her waist and nose pressed to her exposed neck. And normally that would have been met with a small sigh and a hand curled around said arm wrapped around said waist and then maybe - maybe - once the soft, steady breathing meant Lena was asleep, then maybe she’d have normally pressed her lips to her neck as a friendly - platonic - goodnight kiss. 

But tonight played out differently than that.

It began like most: Lena came over with a bottle of wine, a bag of take-out, and the soft kind of smile Kara pretended was only ever meant for her.

It continued as usual: they lingered in the kitchen while the bottle was uncorked, the containers were portioned onto plates, and that same soft kind of smile Kara pretended was only ever meant for her lingered behind stories of their days.

It even managed to stay normal through the first thirty minutes of the docuseries: a glass of red was topped-up, the empty plates were stacked on the coffee table, and the soft kind of smile Kara pretended was only ever meant for her was paired with a contented sigh as tucked legs were untucked and extended across Kara’s lap.

And Kara kept it cool as a cucumber. She didn’t overthink the shared blanket wrapped around them or the slip of her hands beneath the soft weave to settle on Lena’s legs or the muscle memory that sent those same hands lightly massaging tight calves or how those same hands wandered and settled where socks and sweats didn’t quite meet or how they danced across the exposed patch of skin or how a yelp of realization flew out of her mouth when she realized what her treacherous hands were doing.

Admittedly, that last bit was not a cool cucumber sort of thing to do. It was more of a ‘having kittens’ moment.

And that’s when the night derailed.

“What’s wrong?” Lena asked a half-standing Kara tripping over the blanket and spilling confused noises from her mouth. 

“I-I… I gotta-”

“Go.”

Surprisingly, it only took a moment for Kara’s adrenaline-fueled brain to connect the dots: she glanced at Lena who was glancing out toward the city, face serious and full of intent.

“This can wait; Supergirl can’t,” Lena continued, reaching to pause the show.

And yea, maybe Kara should found her big girl pants and told Lena there wasn’t an emergency and that her super hearing hadn’t picked up some tragedy that needed her attention and that actually it was because the pads of her unreliable fingers were toeing the friendship line and the hilarity of them being fingers and not toes was not lost on Kara but this was not the moment or time for laughing. This was a time for panicking. 

So Kara didn’t put on her big girl pants. Instead, she got rid of her pants and flaunted her Supergirl outfit and flew out into the night without so much as a cat to untree.

She kept to the skies until well past the soft murmur of Lena’s heartbeat confirmed a deep slumber before, like the coward she was, Kara crept back into her apartment and settled - floated? hovered - just above the mattress.

And mulled.

She hated lying to Lena. Of all the people in her whole multi-planetary life, Lena’s trust mattered to her the most, yet it was hard to tell the truth about something Kara didn’t even fully understand. Was there something to understand?

Her brow crinkled. It was a crinkle that Alex would poke at and Nia would prod at but one Lena would wipe away with a soft brush. Kara wasn’t quite so gentle. She rubbed her nose a bit too aggressively, and maybe that aggression rattled the air a bit too much because the calm of Lena’s breathing broke and her heart stuttered and curled form unrolled and a pair of sleepy eyes landed on Kara’s still very crinkly face.

“Hey,” and ooph did Lena’s sleep voice hit in ways Kara couldn’t articulate. She didn’t try because a hand had already climbed its way to Kara’s forearm and squeezed. “Everything ok?”

“Yea.”

“You sure? Because… Kara are you floating?”

“I, uh… didn’t want to wake you?”

A soft, sleepy chuckle crawled across the mattress and dragged Kara onto the mattress. “My hero.”

The words tickled Kara’s ears. And other things.

“Everyone safe?” Lena continued, pulling the duvet to cover both of them before finding a home nestled into Kara’s side.

“Mhm,” Kara managed, throat tight, pulse racing, and body temperature sweltering past the surface temperature of the sun.

“Good,” Lena hummed and sighed and tucked closer with a comforting arm slipping onto Kara’s waist.

It took seconds for Lena’s breathing to slow and fall back into a rhythmic slumber. Meanwhile, Kara hardly breathed at all, fighting her natural instinct to squeeze an arm around Lena and in lieu of honoring the line.

The line that had already been crossed. And honestly? Crossing the line felt nice. It felt good. It felt perfect.

So, yea. Kara Zor El, eater of foods, saver of worlds, and, above all else, lover of cuddles, was in a predicament. Because her best friend in the whole world was curled around her and maybe - maybe - Kara wanted to keep crossing the line. Because maybe - maybe - Kara wanted something more.

- - - - - -

part 7 | mistletoe magic

[thetriplets3]

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{𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫}

when chris cares about someone he will go to the end of the earth to make sure they’re okay. sure he can be goofy and childlike but he’s got a heart of gold, wanting to make sure everyone is taken care of before himself. that’s what i love about him, which is why he was the first one to notice i was sick.

the triplets and i had planned to go to the flea market in town at 2 but when chris hadn’t hear from me by 1:30 he called me to make sure i didn’t forget.

“hey are you ready yet? we’re leaving soon”

“hi uh no i woke up this morning feeling like i’ve been run over by multiple trains i feel like shit so not i can’t go” i croak.

“why didn’t you tell me earlier? i could have come by”

“i slept like crap because everything hurts to move and breathe so i stayed in bed hoping i’d fall asleep and that you guys would forget about the flea market because i felt bad for ruining the plans”

“forget the flea market it’s literally every week you don’t need to feel bad. you come first. i’m coming over and no i don’t care if i get sick i drink so many Pepsi’s a day if that hasn’t done anything to me getting a cold is nothing. i’m coming over whether you like it or not”

“fine. can you please tell matt and nick i’m sorry and that i’ll make it up to them. they are so excited for us to go”

“you don’t have to apologize i’ll tell them your sick, they’ll understand. they can still go if they want”

“if you say so. doors locked so use your key i’m gonna try to sleep” my voice trails off.

“i’ll see you soon i just gotta do a few things first, get some sleep”

chris pov:

2:23pm

walking upstairs i find matt on the sofa ready to leave.

“i just called y/n to see if she was ready but she got called into work someone didn’t show up for their shift. she said to tell you guys she’s sorry she didn’t tell us earlier her morning was hectic trying to leave last minute, she felt bad”

“that’s okay we can go next week. did you and nick wanna still go?”

“i’d rather wait til we all can go. if that’s cool?”

“of course, i’ll let nick know”

while matt heads upstairs to talk to nick i sit on the couch and think about what excuse i can make to get out of the house without them coming. sending a text in our groupchat i send an excuse.

i’m gonna go shoot some more photos for the new fresh love drop with brandon (aka gwhip333)

cool, you need a ride?

nah i’m good i can uber

when they model each others brand 😩

bro you’re weird

i’ll probably be back later tonight we’ll probably order food so don’t worry about me

we always worry about you, you’re a very concerning person

aw under that cold exterior you care about me, how sweet. i’m leaving

and with that i was on my way to her house without nick and matt knowing. i didn’t tell them because i know she hates being the center of attention and the last thing she wants is for 3 people to loom over her making sure she’s okay. so i’m going alone.

readers pov:

the rustling in the kitchen causes me to wake up for a second before realizing it’s probably chris, a burglar would make more of an attempt to be quiet. pulling my duvet up to my chin, i’m out like a light. i’m gently woken by chris. he knows better than anyone to wake me up gently and carefully.

he learned that the hard way.

he walked in my room one day, climbed in my bed, and made himself comfortable. being a fairly heavy sleeper, i didn’t hear or feel him come in. i rolled over in my sleep, i was met with a body. my natural instinct, in my half asleep state, was to smack and flail at whatever was in my reach. which happened to be chris’ face. hearing i’m yelp and call my name i woke up in seconds.

“what the fuck chris?! why would you sneak in here when i’m sleeping are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“i was gonna wake you up in few minutes, you just looked so peaceful i didn’t want to disturb you, i didn’t know trying to be nice was gonna get me bitch smacked” he grumbled.

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to hit you i was scared” my voice small, yet filled with guilt and concern. “you can’t sneak up on me like that”

“i should have expected that to happen” he laughed.

sitting up, i grab ahold of his chin gently turning it to the side i smacked.

a sad sigh escapes my lips “i left a mark” i frown.

“don’t worry about it it doesn’t hurt, i kinda deserved it” he reassures me.

“you kinda did” i laughed.

so now chris knows to not be so silent when waking me up. he sits beside me on my bed and starts quietly talking to me, slowly getting a little louder when he sees me stir. like a feather, his fingers delicately graze my cheeks, making their way to my knotted hair, tucking the stray, sweat soaked pieces out of my face.

my eyes flutter open, promptly squeezing shut as the brightness hits my eyes. groaning, for multiple reasons; being woken up, the brightness, and suddenly feeling all the aches and pains. i nudge my head towards chris’ hand on my cheek, enjoying his warmth and touch.

“well hello you ball of germs” he lovingly joked.

all i can do is glare at him however pain and misery are evident in my appearance. my forehead creased from the crushing pressure in my head, my limbs tight and scrunched from the aches and pains shooting through my body, and a frown replacing my usual smile.

“i’m not gonna bother asking how you feel because i already know the answer so i’ll skip to is there anything i can do for you?”

“i don’t know. uh maybe the heat pack? everything hurts so much” i tear up.

with a swipe of my stray tears and a quick "I'll be right back" he's off scouring my apartment. within minutes he’s back, plugging in the heat pack before getting in bed and leaning against the headboard. not only did he come back with the heat pack, he also came bearing a CVS bag.

“okay i’ve got cold meds, cough lozenges, fuzzy socks because i know you love them, your favorite soup, voltaren to put on where your achey, fruit snacks to munch on, tissues obviously, and this little penguin stuffy i couldn’t leave with out it” he explains in a hushed tone.

“thank you chris, you didn’t have to”

“i know but i wanted to, i wanna take care of you. you’re always there for me so whatever you need i’m here. now come cuddle you need sleep”

snuggling up to chris with my head on his chest and my arm draped across his body clutching his shirt. he wraps his arms securely around me. one hand holding the heat pack against my back and the other massaging my scalp, both helping my headache and making me sleepy.

i wake up confused when chris isn’t beside me but the rattling and banging in the kitchen answered any questions i had. slowly but surely i make my way to the bathroom. as i’m leaving i hear my phone ding. a text from matt reads,

hey kid how’s it going? i know you were looking forward to the flea market we’ll all go next week

i’m slowly rotting away in bed i feel like i’ve been run over been a bus. you guys could have gone without me but thank you for waiting to go with me

3rd person pov:

it’s then that matt realizes he’s been told 2 different stories. chris said y/n couldn’t go because she got called into work and y/n just told him she’s sick. immediately he knows who’s telling the truth because y/n wouldn’t lie, she’s too honest for her own good. not mentioning this mix up to y/n he tells her he hopes she feels better and to call him if she needs anything.

matt can’t help but smirk. he caught his younger brother in a lie that showed him everything he needed to know to confirm his suspicions. matt knew from the start that something was off with chris’ story because brandon was in NY for the week. both matt and nick knew something weird was going on but they needed chris to get himself caught in a lie to know if they were right.

chris’ pov:

i stood over the counter carefully watching the soup cook not wanting to burn it. just as i turn the heat down, my phone buzzes in my pocket. it’s a text from nick,

how’s shooting going? matt and i miss brandon tell him we need to hang out together soon

my breath hitches, i need to keep my lie going.

good these are turning out dope i can’t wait to see the final version. he was just saying that earlier we’ll plan something

your pov:

i muster up the energy to take a shower and wash my hair just not to the extent to normal would. over the sound of the cascading water i think i heard a knock but it’s heard to tell. it could be chris destroying my kitchen.

i get changed into one of chris’ hoodies i borrowed a while ago and never gave back and a pair of sweats. towel drying my hair i try to soak up as much water as i can, hating hating the feeling of wet hair. feeling my stomach grumble i follow the smell of soup to the kitchen only to be met with nick and matt sitting across from chris having some silent triplet conversation.

“hi what’s going on?” my voice hoarse.

chris’ pov:

sitting atop the counter beside the stove so i can keep an eye on the soup, i play games on my phone waiting for y/n to finish in the shower. a soft knock on the front door catches my attention. opening the front door, assuming it was a delivery driver dropping off a package, i’m surprised to see matt and nick. i probably look just as confused as they do. they make their way in and we settle on the couch, i feel like a kid about to get in trouble.

“dude why’d you make up a lie you could have told us you were coming to take care of her which might i add is a very boyfriend thing to do”

“i just- i wanted to come and take care of her, that’s not a boyfriend thing it’s called i care about her, i want to make sure she’s okay and that i can help her out if she needs it”

“yeah sure whatever but alone? that’s the weird part. why can’t you just admit you like her?”

“okay fine i do! i wanted to hang out with her without you buffoons there. i want to take care of her, make sure she’s okay. i love seeing this soft, gentle, affectionate side of her. i love being the first person she calls when she wants help or is having a bad day and just wants my company.i love being with her and these moments don’t happen when you bozos interfere”

“we already knew your undying love for her. the way you drop everything when it comes to her. your heart eyes are so obvious. how affectionate, gentle, and calm you are with her. you know when we’re out in a group or crowd i always catch you searching for her, smiling when you spot her, knowing she’s safe. when she’s around, she’s the only person in the room to you”

a little stunned that he knew all that but i kinda expected that from him. i have nothing to say so i just nod, agreeing with him.

the creaking floor board directs my attention to the stairs, y/n’s come up for lunch. matt, nick, and i look back and forth between each other. i know they’re wanting me to say something to her about how i feel but now isn’t the time.

“hi what’s going on?” her voice is scratchy.

nick and matt say their hellos as i get up leaving to talk to each other while i go meet y/n in the kitchen.

“how ya feeling? did the shower help?”

“a little, i’m still achey and in pain, my head hurts, and i’m tired. can you come cuddle?”

her beautiful blue eyes looking up at me, silently pleading, i can’t say no to that. “here, go have some soup in bed and i’ll be there in a second okay?”

your pov:

i carefully take the warm bowl of soup downstairs to my bed, eating it while i wait for chris. 5 minutes later, my door slowly cracks open to reveal chris with a soft smile adorning his face.

“i’m all yours now. let’s cuddle but first let me put the voltaren on that’ll help your aches. where’s it hurt?”

“um uh my-my back and neck mainly” i stumble over my words knowing you’ll be putting it on my back. very intimate action.

laying on my stomach without my head to the side, duvet cover pulled back, chris sits beside me pulling my oversized shirt up so he can access my back and starts putting the lotion on. once he’s done he makes his way under the covers letting me rest my head on his chest. his cologne brings me comfort just like the feeling of my hand gently massaging my back as he holds me.

“thank you for taking care of me. you’re so good to me.” no one has ever cared for me the way chris does. he’s shown me what it’s like to be loved.

“i’d do anything for you, you know that. i love taking care of you, moments like this are my favorite. now get some sleep i’m not going anywhere.

“i love you”

“i love you sweet girl”

little did they both know, they actually meant it.

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 69)

Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (12)

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Immediately following Part 65 with Leah and Jordan.

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Leah POV

Leah woke to excited kisses on her face, expressed with an overeager tongue. She chuckled herself awake as Blu attacked her in a way she hadn’t experienced in a while. She turned her head away but he persisted.

“Alright, alright, I’m up Blu.” She said, sitting from where she’d been lying in YFN’s bed. They’d almost fallen asleep on the couch, but her cramps and Jordan’s empathetic looking after her had kept them awake until the end of the movie. They’d both reluctantly parted ways, but at least she was allowed to stay over. She took the win with that.

“You’re such a pain, you are,” she teased as she pet Blu. He rolled onto his back, his short legs bent as he offered his belly for her to rub. He always did love belly rubs. “Argh, I missed you.” She groaned into his belly as she kissed him.

She heard footsteps in the kitchen and yelled out. “Did you send him in here?!”

Jordan poked her head into the room with a smirk. She was always so happy in the mornings, no matter how tired she may have felt. “Well he couldn't reach the door handle by himself, Lea.”

“You little sneak,” she replied with a grin.

“Breakfast?”

“Yes please, I’ll be out in a minute.”

She shrugged. “Take your time, the shower is right there. It’ll be good for your body…”

For her endo.

Leah nodded in a grateful agreement from where she was half-sitting up, still rubbing Blu’s belly. “Thanks Jord.”

She showered making sure to soak in the warm water and when she returned to YFN’s bedroom, a few of Leah’s old clothes were on the bed. Clothes she hadn’t seen in over a year. Her heart sunk knowing that Jordan had kept them this entire time. She put her old clothes on and smelled them. It smelled like the laundry liquid they use to use when they lived together in London. She made her way out to the kitchen where Jordan was plating up breakfast.

“Good timing! I was just finishing,” she smiled and then paused with the spatula in her hand at the question on Leah’s face. She sighed. “I couldn’t bring myself to throw them out. I have a few more of your clothes if you’d like me to pack them up for you.”

The offer made her heart sink even further. “No… no you keep them.” She replied quickly and then followed up with an excuse. “I mean, who knows, I might need them for another sleepover if I’m lucky.”

“If you’re lucky,” she murmured as her attention went back to plating up the food. Leah couldn’t help but see the satisfied look on her face from her answer though – like she wanted to keep her clothes.

They sat at the dining room table.

“Oh, I forgot the cutlery,” Jordan said as she put their plates down.

“I’ve got it.” Leah collected the silverware from the kitchen and was about to return as Blu hopped excitedly towards her. Seeing him so eager to play with her and actually remember her was everything to Leah. She faked a jump towards him and then ran around the kitchen counter, Blu in pursuit with his tiny legs. Jordan laughed amusedly from the table.

“He’s actually catching me!” Leah exclaimed.

“He’s gotten quicker!”

She let him chase her around the island a few times until Blu began to wear out and that’s when she let him catch her. She faked falling down and he leapt on her with more kisses. It was perfect.

She sat up and kissed and pet him as if making up for lost time. “I really, really missed him.” She admitted. Leah was always stoic, always had her emotions in check. Only with Jordan had she ever properly opened up, and for the past year, she’d closed that emotional side out to deal with not having her around. And so it was hard for her to open up, to admit her feelings, to admit she missed him and Jordan and their life, but she did it because she trusted that her vulnerable self would be safe with her. It always had been, even before they were together.

“Do you want to see him more?” Jordan asked. Leah looked up from her place on the ground. What exactly was she offering?

“I’d like to see you both more.”

“I’d like that too, but Lea, I… I need time.”

Jordan was sticking up for herself. She was proud of her.

“I know, Jord. Take as much time as you need – I’m here to stay. Whatever you want, whatever you need.”

Jordan played with the eggs on her plate. “It’s a bit harder now that we’re in different cities…”

Leah knew she was looking for reassurance. “YFN and Lucy do just fine in different countries.”

“They’ve been through a lot in a small amount of time,” she sighed, suddenly empathetic for them. Jordan was always the one who felt more and wasn’t afraid to show it. “Lucy messaged me this morning. She’s organising a surprise party for YFN’s birthday.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, she sort of threw out the idea of us both going to London today to meet up with them.”

“YFN won’t be suspicious? It is a ‘surprise’ party, right?”

“Yeah, but Lucy has worked it so she’ll be busy all day with players and things, which will give her a chance to chat to them all while she’s distracted. Something about us going into the Lumos office?”

“Oh, she was saying she had that pencilled in for this week sometime… wait, was it Lucy who invited the girls over to their house last night?”

Jordan smirked. “Yeah, she’s so sneaky. She had a few of the girls ask YFN about interviews and photos, and then suggest today because it’s everyone’s day off after the matches yesterday.”

“The confidence of that woman. How sneaky,” she agreed.

“I think she has to be to avoid YFN finding out. She’s really good at picking up on things,” she smiled at her plate.

Leah wondered at her expression. “Do you miss her being around?”

Jordan nodded. “Yeah, but I know London is best for her right now. I do wonder if she’ll come back to Birmingham and live when she’s healed. I hope she does. She’s really good to be around. She makes me a better person, and she’s always there for me.” She cleared her throat as if she’d opened up too much. Her eyes met Leah’s and just as quickly flickered away.

“What about your birthday?” Leah murmured. It was also coming up soon, just a week after YFN’s.

“It’s a joint birthday that Lucy is planning. She knows YFN and I would both love that. And I’m not too fussed on surprises…”

Jordan distracted herself by pushing the food around her plate, though Leah knew that look on her face. She was turning 31 and didn’t want to admit how it made her feel.

Leah reached out hesitantly and laid her hand over Jordan’s. She paused her actions and stared at their hands, smiling smally. They both knew what it meant.

“Lea… do you want to go to Lumos today with me?”

“Yeah… yeah alright,” Leah chuckled nervously, not expecting the offer. More time with Jordan.

“I’ll text YFN…” Jordan said as she withdrew her hand and typed the message.

“Do you have training tomorrow? You can stay the night if you’d like.”

Their eyes met and they both spoke without words. Were they ready for that? Another night together? Should she stay at Lucy and YFN’s or Katie and Caitlin’s instead? Would it be too much to be in Leah’s apartment again? Jordan’s phone dinging broke their thoughts.

“Oh… it’s a pet party. She going to do a whole lot of interviews with everyone’s dogs and cats. She asked if we could bring Blu-” Jordan said, ending the sentence abruptly at the face that she said ‘we could bring Blu’ and not ‘I could bring Blu.’ Leah felt like her heart was simultaneously healing, and feeling like it might explode all at once. Jordan looked up at her. “Can Blu stay too?”

Leah was nodded before she ended the sentence. “Of course he can. I think we should bring one of his little outfits to wear for the interview too.”

“Well we do want him to be comfy, right?” She teased.

Leah did the dishes while Jordan packed her overnight bag and clothes for the interview. During that time, YFN had called for an ETA, and during the conversation had offered for Lucy and YFN to drop Jordan at her house on their way through to Manchester the next day, to save Jordan the drive. She sounded a bit flustered with the last minute chaos that was unknowingly instigated by Lucy, but she tended to work quickly and efficiently, so they both knew the call was because she didn’t have time to text.

“See you two soon! Love you!”

They packed the car, moving symbiotically like they used to. Leah packed YFN’s things, Jordan packed her clothes, Leah went back for Blu and his things while Jordan did another once over through the apartment to make sure nothing was left behind or left on. Then, they were on their way. Leah’s country music began to play through the speakers and she was caught unawares, fiddling with the buttons to change it. Jordan caught her fingers with her own.

“It’s okay, I miss this.” She smiled as she let her fingers stroke Leah’s reassuringly before letting go. Her skin felt it was tingling and she immediately wanted her to touch her again. The sudden closeness wasn’t at all unwelcome, though it did make Leah nervous in the best possible way. She had three more hours in a car with Jordan and another night together in her London apartment. The thought made her smile as they began to talk.

They drove straight to Leah’s apartment, only stopping once for Blu along the way, though he was good as usual and slept for most of the drive. It had been just like it was when they were together, though this time, Leah appreciated Jordan more. The way she spoke about things she loved, the way she misunderstood jokes, the way she sung, and way that she laughed. She despised herself for ever taking Jordan’s company for granted.

The worried tension that Leah held in her shoulders eased also, her not having realised that she’d been so on her game to make sure she didn’t make a mistake with her. Now it was back to the good old days. Just the two of them.

Leah drove them straight to her apartment where they unpacked and got changed for the media. She noticed Jordan trying to hide the fact that she was looking around to see if anything changed but it hadn’t. Leah made sure she’d kept her apartment the exact same as when they’d both furnished and rearranged it together. It never felt like home without her and so it made sense to her to keep it the same.

They arrived at Lumos to a car park ridiculously packed, with several cars they noticed. Someone guided them in and as soon as Leah had parked, they both looked at each other as if to say ‘what have we gotten ourselves into?’

A Lumos worker greeted them and led them to the entrance. They followed the sound and found the large, main room full of office desks there, though nobody was working. Everybody was standing, drinks in hands and food being walked around. It was like an office party. A very large office party. Since when did they have so many employees?

Many heads turned towards them, some they knew and some they didn’t, though none of the Lumos staff or players managed to beat Jen Beattie to the pair.

“O Captain, my Captain,” she grinned as she approached. “Jordy! How are you?”

Jen took them both into a hug at the same time and Leah enjoyed being pushed up against Jordan, her arm coming around her and lightly pressing her back. She looked down and saw her little smirk.

The three split as Beth shouted her way over.

“Hello you two! Y’alright?” She grinned and let Jordan know how much she missed her with a hug. “Has anyone give you the rundown?”

“No…” Jordan admitted.

Beth gave Jen a look.

“Hey, I barely had time for a hug before you smashed your way over.”

Beth took in a deep breath as if to prepare herself for a speech. “Alright well these are the offices and conference rooms, that one up the end is YFN’s but I don’t think she’s seen it yet… the company did it as a surprise but she’s been so bloody busy that I think Lucy rolled her right past it,” they laughed at the idea of Lucy pushing her wheelchair past it knowing how embarrassed she would have been, “and everybody is downstairs in the studio, so we’ll head down there.. everyone’s been waiting for you two you know! Let’s go!” She started walking. “Oh and the wall…” she pointed to the large purple wall covered in signatures made with yellow markers. Players upon players.

“…that’s so cool…” Jordan interrupted. Leah agreed. It was definitely something.

“…yeah YFN wants everyone to sign it so you can do that when you get back but for now let’s just go find the woman of the hour.”

Leah and Jen rolled their eyes at each other and laughed at Beth overeager as per usual. They followed her towards the music blaring from the basement not knowing what to expect, though whatever they expected couldn’t have exactly prepared them for the chaos of the Lumos content studio and the amount of players that were there.

“Oh… shit.” Jordan said with wide eyes as she reached out and clutched onto Leah's hand.

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Designated Person | Chapter 7

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader

Chapter 7: Dirty Laundry

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Word Count: 7.5k+

Content / Warnings: Reader POV, infidelity, past romantic & sexual relationship and related flashbacks, angst, food, AA meeting mention, alcoholism, lying, conflict avoidance, crying, female masturbation, unprotected piv sex, send nudes pls, hold the moan/secret sex, text message chains, movies, fluff, awkwardness, praise kink, daddy kink

Notes: I don't really have any notes! Just excited to share, I hope you like it.

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The first time you wake comes a result of Frankie clomping around the house as he gets ready. 

It used to annoy you, how loud he can be in the mornings. But you’ve come to find it kind of comforting. Each cupboard slam and heavy footfall serves as a reminder that you’re not alone. That you’re safe. 

You stay cocooned in your sheets while he goes about his noisy routine, eyes closed, cradled in that warm, fuzzy space between awake and not. Content. 

When he leaves, a high-contrast silence takes his place. The slow rhythm of your automatic breathing lulls you back to sleep. 

You’re surprised when your eyes flutter open at 10:34 AM. 

Thanks to your opaque curtains, the room is drenched in darkness, despite the daylight trying to sneak in through the cracks. You squint into the brightness of your phone screen and read the text messages that came in while you were sleeping, all about a half an hour apart starting at 7:00. 

> RORY:  > Good morning beautiful > How are you today?  > I get off work at 3 today, wanna do something?  > I miss you 

“Oh my god dude, chill out,” you scoff under your breath while typing a reply. 

< ME:  < Sorry, just woke up. < Yes! I’m cleaning today but that’s all I have planned. What’re you thinking?

He reads and responds immediately. 

> RORY:  > We can check out that trail by the lake? Grab a bite to eat afterwards? 

< ME: < Sure

> RORY:  > Pick you up at 3:30?

< ME:  < See you then 😘

You toss the phone aside and sit up, scrubbing your hands over your face. Your eyes burn when you grind your fists into them and welcome a big yawn that stretches your lungs’ limits. A spasm catches your breath, shoving out a fit of coughs that leave you a little winded. 

Yeah, go on a hike today, that will be fucking fun. 

When you tiptoe through the kitchen, you find the coffee pot still on from when Frankie ran it this morning. Your nose wrinkles at its contents. The stale brew will be muddy and unsatisfying, but you pour it into a mug with some half & half anyway. 

You settle into your spot on the old couch in your living room and pull the notebook out from under your arm. Between sips of terrible coffee, you jot down the nighttime thoughts still floating around your head. 

Hard time falling asleep. Kept thinking about puppies, thinking I should have adopted that dog last year. Regret. No nightmares I think. Woke up at 10:30, feel tired still. Don’t want to go on a hike with Rory, but I am an idiot who can’t say no to people. I would rather stay home and be alone. I want it to be 

You pause here, staring at the passage. 

A jolt skitters across your ribcage. Blood rushes to your face. You glance around self-consciously, then cross out the last two and a half sentences. A few moments go by before you decide it doesn’t seem like enough, so you cross it out again and again, scraping dark lines into the notebook paper until the sentiment beneath is unrecognizable. 

Then you drop the ballpoint of your pen a few lines below the redaction and start writing out your to-do list for the day. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you mutter to yourself. 

Frankie’s damp clothes stick to the circumference of your washer’s stainless steel drum. The rank scent that emanates from the machine reminds you of your grandparents’ house in the summer. 

With a sigh, you empty your dirty laundry on the floor of the mudroom and pull his clean clothes from the dryer into your basket, replacing them with the damps, then replacing those with your dirties. En route to his bedroom, with your laundry basket propped on one hip, you text him. 

< ME: < I stg you leave your clothes in the washer dryer on purpose so I’ll fold them 

He must be on his lunch break, because he texts back right away. 

> FRANKIE:  > I would never 😉 

The door opens with a creak when you step through the threshold, dropping your basket on the floor next to his bed. You take a selfie from the middle of the room and send it to him along with your response. 

< ME:  < K well I’m gonna lick all your stuff after putting away your clothes 

> FRANKIE:  > Promise? 

< ME: < Shut up lol 

> FRANKIE: > You look cute btw 

Heat floods your cheeks. A smile spreads across your face as you fall back into his bed. The musk woven between the threading of his sheets tugs at you. Your skin tingles with want, and you find yourself pulling the covers over your body and burying your face in his pillow. 

The phone buzzes beside you. 

> FRANKIE:  > Feel free to take a nap or do whatever you want in there

You sit up and whip your head around, then text back. 

< ME:  < Are you watching me 

> FRANKIE:  > Are you in my bed? 

< ME:  < … what if I was?

> FRANKIE:  > I wouldn’t mind one bit  > What are you doing in there?

< ME: < It’s comfy, I’m laying down 

> FRANKIE: > Can I see?

Your stomach flips. The warmth in your face spreads, sprouting up all over your body. You lick your lips and smirk, then open the camera and take a picture of yourself and send it to him. 

> FRANKIE:  > Wow 😍 > I’m going back to work. See you later tonight, sweetheart 

You start and erase about five variations of a response before just locking your phone screen and slamming it down at your side. Your hands fly to your face. All your organs melt and pool hot between your thighs. 

Fuck, you hate that he can make you feel like this. 

… but you love it, too. 

It’s intoxicating. 

You know him well enough to know that, throughout his day, whether he’s tinkering around in some commercial airplane, or running diagnostic tests, or chatting with coworkers, he will be thinking about you. Wondering what you’re doing. Hoping that when he arrives home there will be a spot in his sheets marked unmistakably yours. 

He always held a particular fascination with you touching yourself, a fact proven true last week when he got off watching you masturbate. 

The memory pricks your skin. Your squeaky mattress. The exchange of gasps and whimpers and moans. His lust-blown eyes, all wild and black as they watched you. 

Even before that, though. 

When you were working for him, he would sometimes text you specific locations in his house, asking you to masturbate there, send him pictures, and leave your panties. Of course, you were happy to oblige. 

There were a few times when he had you choose a place to fuck yourself. You gave him three clues, and if he guessed the location correctly, that’s where he would fuck you when he got home. 

One Saturday night, you were watching Sarah while he and Angie went out on a date. He texted you exactly one minute after Sarah’s bedtime. 

> FRANKIE: > Baby in bed? 

< ME:  < Yeah 

> FRANKIE: > Good > Can you do something for me?

< ME: < Maybe, what?

> FRANKIE:  > Go in my upstairs bathroom and take off that pretty dress > Film yourself getting off in the mirror  > Then send it to me 

< ME:  < Where are your manners sir 

> FRANKIE:  > Pretty please 😘

So you did. You tiptoed into the bathroom and pulled your dress off over your head, which is all the effort it took to strip down to a red thong. You stood in front of the huge vanity mirror and pressed record. 

When they came home, Frankie ushered an extremely inebriated Angie to their bedroom. He emerged a few minutes later and coaxed you into the bathroom. Between heated, whiskey-soaked kisses, he told you, “We have to be quiet.”

You nodded and raked your fingers through his hair, responding to his urgent mouth with your own. He locked the bathroom door and dug his phone from his pocket, propping it up on the bathroom counter before he pressed play. 

You pulled your dress off, watching his reflection in the vanity mirror for telltale signs of him being shitfaced. A stumble or slur. Compared to other nights where he spent hours at the bar, he seemed fine, which was a relief. 

From his phone, you heard your own whimper. You looked down and watched the past you, video you, flick your wrist beneath the cover of your underwear. 

His belt clanked as he undid his pants, pulling your attention back to his reflection. You met his eyes through the mirror and watched the darkness in them churn. He slid your thong aside, head of his cock nudging against your entrance. 

A rasp tickled your ear, “Look at you, the dirty little movie you made me—what were you thinking about?”

Your gaze dropped to the video. To video you grabbing your tits and biting your lips. He plunged forward, splitting you open, pulling a gasp from your lips, “Ffffuck—”

“Thinking about fuck?” 

He started to roll his hips, driving his cock into you, slow and deep. Pleasure rippled up your spine. Video you slid your thong off and showed the camera your pussy. 

Your lips parted to answer his question, but the words caught in your throat. It felt so wrong to tell him. He grabbed your shoulder and pulled your body against his, snapping his hips, pumping into you with sharp, hard movements.

“Holy fuck, Frankie—”

“Tell me what you were thinking about when you were playing with your pussy.”

“This,” you breathed, arching your back into his thrusts, each one a heatwave across your body, “You fucking me—trying to be quiet—trying to be a good girl—”

“You’re doing so fucking good, baby,” he purred, “Can’t get enough of this sweet pussy—drives me fucking crazy, Jesus Christ.”

Little whimpers and gasps started wriggling up your throat. Your eyebrows threaded together and lips parted with a croaked, “Frankie—”

“Fuck yes, baby, take it,” he hissed through gritted teeth, fucking you harder, faster, repeating under his ragged breath, “Take it, take it, take it.”

His cock rubbed along all the right parts of you, sending your pulse racing, adrenaline spiking when you remembered Angie asleep in the other room while he was there with you, dark gaze flicking between your video playing on his phone and your body bouncing off of him. 

Your whimpers morphed into moans, immediately muffled by his warm, rough palm. 

“Gotta be fucking quiet, sweetheart,” he panted in your ear, “I know it’s hard but you gotta do that for me, ok? Can you be a good girl for me, be quiet?”

You nodded. Calmed your moans into frenzied breaths. Lowered your gaze to the phone screen, where video you sank two fingers into your cunt and moaned, fucking yourself, just for him. 

“That’s it,” he panted, wrapping his arms around your torso to hold you in place as he fucked up into you, hot breath heating the crook of your neck, “Fuck, that’s it, such a good girl for daddy, hmm?”

You couldn’t help the choked moan that escaped you. 

“Say it, say you’re such a good girl for daddy—”

“I’m such—such a good girl for daddy.”

“Fuuuuck yes,” he groaned, one hand finding your clit, drawing frantic circles that flooded your body with a gooey, electric, pulsing energy, “Pussy so tight, feels so fucking good, fuck—”

“Oh my god,” you gasped, pushing against his thrusts, nodding your head, “Daddy I’m gonna fucking cum—”

“Holy fuck—that’s it, sweet girl, cum on daddy’s dick, you can do it.” 

You lost yourself, forgetting all about the concession to be quiet—whining and moaning as your bodies slid together with this sick, wet, sucking noise—consumed by the throbbing fire at your center, amplified with each snap of his hips, with his dirty little praises whispered in your ear, cock filling you again and again until you couldn’t fucking handle it anymore and your pleasure reached a fever pitch. 

Frankie released a deep, guttural moan as you clenched down, pussy fluttering around his length, white hot static vibrating across your body. 

He plunged into you once, twice, three more times with a shudder, spilling inside you. 

“Holy shit,” you panted, collapsing forward onto the bathroom counter. His grip softened and he went slack against your back. A few blissful moments went by like this before the spell broke. 

“God, I wish you could stay,” he told you in a breathy murmur, pressing a kiss into your bare shoulder, “Wish I could wake up with you.” 

And it sounded sweet on the surface, but you knew it was your cue to leave. 

You think about it now. 

About Frankie, and the video that you sent him while he was on a date with his wife. How she was under the same roof when the two of you fucked in the bathroom. How he had you call him daddy, and how you were such a good girl for him. 

You think about how it is between you now, how good it would feel to give in to those reckless desires and fuck like you used to. 

Your touch trails down between your legs as you imagine him here in the bed with you, cooing filthy things in your ear, rubbing your clit, laying heated kisses on your neck. 

You grab your breast and pretend it’s him squeezing your flesh. Imagine his soft lips around your nipple, the roll of his tongue against it. 

“Fuck,” you breathe, rolling your hips into your hand. 

A whimper bubbles through your lips and the brazenness of it stokes your insides. Another whimper, this one louder. Tingles shoot up your middle. 

You drag your fingers along your slit, moaning at the puddle of arousal pooling at your entrance, spreading it, coating your pussy in the slick substance. 

“So fucking wet,” you gasp, gripping your tit harder, imagining Frankie there, touching you, watching you with awe, telling you how fucking good you’re doing. 

Your fingers move faster, sliding easy against your lubricated nub, and you release a throaty moan, “So fucking good, daddy, you make me feel so good.“

The words out loud jolt your insides. You think: What if he saw me like this? What if he heard me? What if he knew I still fantasize about him? 

A burst of feral energy overtakes you and you crawl up onto your knees, pulling your loose cotton shorts and underwear aside so your cunt is exposed to the room. You work one hand hard and fast against your clit. The other sinks two fingers inside you.

You roll your hips, fucking your hand, moaning out, “Fuck yes, Frankie, fuck me just like that, so fucking good, daddy, you’re gonna make me cum—”

Uttering the words out loud electrifies you. Heat churns beneath your touch, growing brighter and hotter as your wanton moans hit his bedroom ceiling. Pleasure starts to swell and your movements grow frantic, desperate, chasing that feeling as you whine, “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop—”

You convulse around your fingers and gasp, twitchy prods of pleasure gushing at your center each time your slick fingers graze your clit, slowing as the waves ebb into a fuzzy kind of bliss that occupies your whole body. 

You fall back in his bed, chest heaving, and try to gain your bearings. 

Shame starts to creep at the edges of your post-orgasm fog. Without prompting, your brain tells you: I hate myself. 

It stings. 

You gulp and shake your head, whispering out loud, “I love myself.” 

The correction soothes your hindbrain’s outlash enough for you to release a content sigh. A smile creeps across your face. You blink over at Frankie’s dresser, then rise to your feet and start folding his clean clothes. 

As you tuck the folded clothes away in his dresser drawers, you find the underwear he snatched from your bedroom last week. Teal lace, all stiff with his dried cum. 

You chuckle to yourself and shake your head. That familiar, reckless kind of satisfaction spreads through your veins. 

It’s fucked up, but the thought of him getting off on the scent of you fills you with pride. 

This is rocky territory. More than rocky, honestly. It’s dangling-off-a-cliffside-while-your-grip-is-slipping territory. 

You both know it. It’s like neither of you can help it. Over and over, you fall back together like opposite poles of a magnet. 

Are you drawn to each other because there’s something real? Or is it because of the thrill? 

You remind yourself that there is something more between you and Frankie than sexual desire. 

You laugh together, support each other, and enjoy your shared time. The bond you’ve formed is genuine. He has come to be one of your best friends. Second only to your sister, Leah. 

There’s a softness when you’re with him, too. A saccharine kind of intimacy that curls around your body and makes you feel at home. It has always existed between you, even if he never admits it. He used to push it away, but more and more, it’s become commonplace when you’re together. 

You swallow hard and shake your head, finding that you’re still staring at these cum-encrusted panties. You know Frankie won’t be able to bring himself to throw them in with the rest of his laundry. That would mean washing your scent, throwing your gift away. 

A little flint of arousal sparks at the base of your spine. 

After dropping the teal lace into your laundry basket, you shimmy your shorts and underwear down your legs, then wipe yourself off with the gusset of your floral cheeky bikini. You shove them into his dresser drawer in place of the spent pair. 

Two flimsy cardboard boats slide out onto the "PICK-UP HERE” window’s ledge. A booming voice follows, “Order number 32!”

Rory glances down at his receipt, then tucks it in his pocket as he steps through the crowd of hungry onlookers and approaches the rusted-out food truck. He returns holding one basket in each hand, a victorious smile dawning on his face, “Where should we sit?” 

You squint around your surroundings and spot a shaded patch of grass beneath the gnarled trunk of a buttonwood tree, then point to it, “Ooh, over here!” 

“Got it!” 

Rory jogs ahead and lands on the grass before anyone else can claim the spot. You catch up a few seconds later and sit down next to him, crossing your legs. He hands you your shrimp tacos and you murmur a thanks to him while balancing the basket on your knee. 

Under the eaves of the buttonwood tree, you find relief from the unrelenting sun. Your skin, all heated and gleaming with sweat, thanks you profusely. The cool earth somehow feels icy against your palms when you lean back and stretch out. You pull your sunglasses up on your head and tilt back to look up through the twisted branches of the tree, “Fuck, it’s hot out.”

You’re never really sure how to start conversations with him.

“Yeah,” he follows your gaze up into the tree, quickly losing interest. A deep breath expands his lungs as he looks around the park, finally settling his gaze on a playground, “You ever take the kids you babysit out here to play?” 

Your nose wrinkles a bit when he calls you a babysitter. You follow his line of sight to and watch hordes of squealing, laughing children crawl all over the playground. 

“Not this park, but I take them to the one by their house. It has a splash pad and this playground with water features. They love it, it’s pretty cool.” 

He nods. 

“When I worked for Frankie and his wife, I took their daughter, Sarah, here a lot. She was still just a little squish, but, you know, there are all these trails with cool trees and there’s the lake, and another playground further down that-a-way.” 

You point to your left. He doesn’t seem to care much about what you’re saying, but asks, “Is that a job you see yourself having long-term?” 

It’s a question you’re familiar with answering. Always tainted with judgment, insinuating that your job is that of bored teenagers trying to make a buck over the summer. 

“Yep,” you tell him with a close-lipped smile, tilting your head as you wait for him to say more.

“How will that work when you have kids? Do you want to be a stay-at-home mom, or will you bring the kid with you, or what?” 

With a shrug, you tell him, “Figure I’ll see where I’m at when the time comes and go from there.”

Rory hums and nods, brow furrowing at the ground like he’s soaking this in, then he says, “It’s nice that you do that. I like that you’re a caretaker.” 

It takes you by surprise. His gaze meets yours and you smile at each other for a moment. 

“Thanks,” you say and bring your attention to the boat of shrimp tacos resting on your knee, finding them cooled down enough to eat. 

After finishing your food, you and Rory start off towards his vehicle, hand-in-hand. The trail winds by the playground you were watching from afar. Like playgrounds often are, it’s total chaos. Children screaming, running, climbing, crying. 

You spot one little girl sitting in the sand, digging a hole between her splayed legs. She seems oblivious to the world around her. The dark ringlets dangling around her cherub face wiggle as she talks to herself, eyebrows raising expressively like the one-sided conversation is intensely interesting. 

She must feel you watching her, because her spine straightens and she looks around. When her dark brown eyes meet yours, her face lights up in recognition, and she squeals your name. 

You stop in your tracks and can’t restrain the wide smile from spreading across your lips, “Sarah!” 

Aside from the brief glimpse you caught of her the day Frankie moved in, and the grocery store shortly after, you haven’t seen her in over a year. She’s grown so much. Her chunky, wobbly baby legs have elongated and grown more capable, allowing her to run towards you, arms outstretched. 

When she reaches you, you scoop her up, twirling her around as you give her a big hug, “How are you, sweetheart? I missed you!” 

Sarah squeals with delight and says, “Missed you!” 

A cool rush of panic spreads across your skin when you look around and ask, “Where are your parents, sweetie?” 

“I’m digging a hole!” 

“Oh wow, you’re digging a hole?” you laugh and shift her onto your hip as you continue to study the sea of faces, ears growing hot when you remember Rory standing behind you. The last time you saw Angie, she insulted you in broad daylight. How the fuck would you explain that to Rory if it happens again?

“Hey!”

The familiar voice is sharp with outrage. Frankie’s hand grips your shoulder and spins you around to face him. His chest is heaving, jaw clenched, eyes aflame with fury. 

You have never seen him like this. 

Your eyes widen and you hold your palm up to him, “Just me, sorry!” 

He studies your face, still red-hot anger, then it seems to come into focus for him. His shoulders relax with a relieved exhale, then his features soften and grow apologetic, “Oh, hey.” 

You bring your hand back to your hip to support the weight of Sarah and chuckle, “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to scare you—”

“No, no, it’s ok.” 

“We were just walking, and, umm,” you gesture back at Rory, trailing off when you see Angie approaching, arms crossed, beautiful face squared off in a stern expression. 

Frankie’s gaze flicks to Rory and he gives a nod of recognition before returning his attention to Sarah, “Did you see your friend and go to say hi?”

Sarah smiles sweetly and nods, then starts wiggling to be put down. You grant the request, lowering her to the ground and letting her go. She gallops back to her hole in the sand, while you call behind her and wave, “Bye, Sarah!” 

Your face scrunches up into a wince when you meet Frankie’s eyes again, and you shrug, “Sorry.” 

“Don’t sweat it,” he waves you off with a smirk. 

“Hey,” Angie greets, surprisingly calm. Her fingers curl around Frankie’s bicep and she blinks at you. 

“Hi, Angie,” you give a nervous nod, plastering on a smile that’s too eager, “I was just passing by with my, um,” you swallow hard and turn to Rory, waving him forward, “My boyfriend, Rory.”

Your voice is shaky. This is a nightmare. 

Rory’s arm wraps around your waist from the side and he gives a polite wave, “Hi.” 

“This is Angie Morales, Frankie’s wife,” you tell him. 

“Pleasure to meet you,” Rory smiles and extends a hand to her. Angie says nothing, just shakes his hand while wearing this Mona Lisa smile and steps back beside her husband. 

The silence that follows is painful. 

“Ok, well, sorry again for the scare,” you sigh, looking down at your feet, “It was really nice to see Sarah, I miss her a lot.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Frankie says, and you look up to see his brow knit together, dark eyes all apologetic, “I’ll see you at home, yeah?” 

You nod at the ground, then tell Angie, “Good to see you.” 

She raises an eyebrow and laughs at this. It feels like a slap. You suppose it’s better than her screaming insults at you, though. Or, like, a real slap. 

When you turn and walk away, Rory’s hand finds yours again. His grip is warm and steady, and he frowns over at you, “You ok?” 

You forgot to adjust your face. The pain bubbling up inside you must be obvious. Traitorous tears spring to your eyes, thankfully hidden behind the dark of your sunglasses. You clear your throat and nod, “Yeah, I’m fine.” 

It sounds watery and false. 

“Hey,” he stops walking to turn towards you, “What’s wrong?” 

You shake your head and sniffle, “Nothing, I’m fine.” 

He raises his eyebrows, searching your face, “Really?” 

Your teeth catch your tongue. Dull pain wells up in each section of the soft muscle you clamp down on, providing a microscopic release. With a deep breath, you look down at your feet and shrug, “I just—I guess I missed her more than I realized.” 

“Come here,” Rory murmurs, ushering you into a hug. You oblige. His body seems to awkwardly wrap around you, but it brings you a small dose of comfort. Even if he doesn’t feel or smell like home. 

“What’s the deal with his wife, why did she seem mad?” 

Fuck. You were hoping he wouldn’t notice, or ask. 

“She, um… she thinks I stole something from her,” you tell him, “That’s why I don’t work for them anymore.” 

Misleading, sure, but not entirely a lie. 

He hums, rubbing your back, “You care about her a lot, huh? The little girl?”

“Yeah,” you croak. A few tears spring from your eyes. You squeeze your eyelids shut and wish them away. 

Rory kisses your hair and gives you a tight squeeze, “Should we keep going?” 

You sniffle and pull back from his embrace, flashing him a tight smile as you nod, “Yeah.” 

When Frankie comes home, you’ve already resigned to your room for the night, content to wallow in self-pity you have no right to feel. 

His footsteps creak against the floorboards as he makes his way through the kitchen, into the hallway outside your room. A knock comes at the door. 

You sigh and pout to yourself, then call out, “Come in.” 

Frankie opens the door and hovers in the threshold. You pause Stardew Valley and look over from your laptop, raising your eyebrows in question. 

“Hey,” he says, puppy dog eyes in full force, crossing his arms, “How’s it going?”

“Oh, you know.”

He hums and studies you for a moment, shifting his weight into the doorframe, “Earlier was… It was weird, right?” 

Your eyelids flutter. You shrug, “She didn’t call me a slut this time, which was… nice.” 

He chuckles at this. You don’t crack a smile. 

When your lack of amusement registers to him, he clears his throat and pushes off of the door frame. He makes his way around the bed and sits down on the opposite side, scooting close to you. You roll your head on your shoulders and watch him reach out to touch you, then decide against it, fingertips curling onto his lap instead. 

“Look, I’m really sorry,” he says finally, but doesn’t look at you. 

“For what?”

“I know you miss Sarah. And I know my reaction earlier was—was,” he sighs and shakes his head, “It wasn’t great.” 

“Frankie, you thought I was a abducting your child—”

“I mean after that,” he turns to you now, sincerity etched in his features, “I could have let you hang out with her, or been nicer or something, I don’t know. I just—I know, in my gut, that I could have done better. And… I’m sorry.” 

An ache of affection spreads across your chest. You reach out and rest your hand on his forearm, thumb grazing his skin as you search his face, “I appreciate that, thank you.” 

A small, relieved smile graces his lips. He nods, “Of course.” 

Then he seems to relax a little, leaning back onto one elbow as he squints at your laptop screen, “Whadda you have going on here?” 

“Exploring caves, fighting monsters.” 

“Sounds nerdy,” he teases, “Figures you’d like it.” 

“What the fuck does that mean?” you laugh and give him a playful shove, “You think I’m a nerd?” 

“Maybe,” he grins. 

You scoff and shoot him a mock glare, “On what grounds?” 

He frowns, looking up at the ceiling like he’s thinking about it, then shrugs, “Basically just this, but you’re cute when you’re all riled up.” 

“Wow,” you laugh, covering your face as it heats up, “So rude.” 

He grins and lays back in your bed like he’s making himself at home here, so you join him, resting your head on his shoulder. His cheek presses into the crown of your head. You resume playing Stardew Valley. 

Some time passes like this, cuddling with him while he idly plays with your hair, asking you questions about the game like he’s interested. When the sun sets and you both start yawning at regular intervals, you tuck the laptop away in your nightstand. Frankie doesn't move. 

You return to your pillow and roll on your side to face him, tucking your hands under your cheek. He mirrors the action, just a foot or so away. His warm gaze works around your face and he murmurs, “Do you want me to go?”

It’s so quiet you can hear your pulse pounding through your arteries. 

“Not really.” 

A small smile flicks across his lips. He looks down at his clothes, “Do—do you mind if I, um…”

“What, you don’t wanna wear jeans to bed?” you snort. 

He chuckles and shakes his head, “They’re not great pajamas.” 

“Go change, I gotta wash my face and stuff anyway,” you yawn, rolling onto your back, stretching your arms into the air. 

The two of you go about your bedtime routines. When you return to your room, Frankie is laying on top of the covers, arm tucked behind his head as he scrolls on his phone. He changed into gray basketball shorts and his old, worn out Metallica t-shirt. 

“That shirt is gonna crumble into dust one of these days,” you tease while plugging your phone into its charger. 

He sets his phone down and looks at his shirt, then grins up at you, “Until it does, I’ll be wearing it.” 

You shake your head at him, peeling back the covers with shaky hands. He sits up and wriggles between your sheets as you turn off your bedside lamp and crawl in beside him. 

For a few moments, it’s just quiet in the dark. Neither of you move or say anything. You imagine he’s staring at the ceiling with tingling nerves just like you, filled with uncertainty and fear and want. Not sure what the “line” even looks like anymore because it’s been blurred so much it’s indistinguishable. 

Every other time you’ve fallen asleep together since he moved in, it could be chalked up as either accidental or, like when you were sick, necessary. Excusable if brought forth as evidence by others, or each other, or yourselves. 

But this is different. 

It’s intentional. No plausible deniability in sight. Heat blooms in your chest and between your legs. He feels so far away. 

“Frankie.” 

“Hmm?”

“Would it be weird if I asked you to hold me?” 

He lets out an amused scoff. The bed squeaks and shifts as he rolls on his side as you scoot closer to each other. His hands find you under the covers and he pulls your back to his chest, tucking one arm under your head while the other wraps around your belly. 

“It’s not weird,” he murmurs, pausing for a second before saying, “It should be, but it isn’t.” 

This makes you smile. It’s a relief to hear him say it. You relax into his embrace and rest your arm atop his at your waist. 

The darkness surrounding the two of you seems to hold space for honesty. It’s that sort of feeling you got at sleepovers when you were younger, when you and your friends would whisper secrets to each other in the dark. 

“I have nightmares sometimes,” you tell him. 

“I know.” 

You know he knows. He’s been there to wake you from them and calm you down in their wake at least a dozen times. Regardless, there’s this buzzing under your skin like you need to tell him. 

“I can never remember what happens except—except, um,” you blink your eyes open and swallow the thickness in your throat, shaking your head, “There’s this feeling, like… I know that he’s chasing me, and if he catches me, I’m never going to escape.” 

His body seems to tense a little. He looks down at you, “Who?” 

“I don’t know. I can’t remember.” 

You can feel the question occupying his tightened muscles, and say, “It’s not you.” 

“But if you don’t know—”

“It started before you,” you lace your fingers with his, letting your eyelids drift shut, “And, besides, I don’t feel like that with you. I feel… safe.” 

He relaxes around you with a sigh that sounds like relief. 

“When I lived alone it was hard. I’d wake up alone and scared, and I couldn’t fall back asleep,” you murmur, “But it’s been better lately.” 

He hums. The noise vibrates against the nape of your neck. His thumb brushes against your midriff. 

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” you admit, “I guess… I just want you to know it’s nice having you here.” 

The wet swallow of his throat makes you start to worry you said too much, that you showed too much belly. You brace for him to pull away. But when his voice breaks the silence, it sounds raspy and damp. Heartfelt. 

“You don’t think I’m a burden?” 

You almost laugh. Not because it’s funny, but because it’s ridiculous.  

“Not even a little. I’m happy to have you.” 

“I’m happy to be here, mariposa.” 

The nickname stings a little. A sharp, precise prick to the center of your chest. But his arms squeeze around you tighter, bringing you closer to his warmth. 

Your lips curve into a slight smile and you feel the tug of drowsiness on your limbs. 

“No funny business back there tonight, Franklin,” you mumble out, your words fuzzy with fatigue. 

“Yes ma’am,” he nuzzles into your hair, his own voice groggy and low, “Best behavior.” 

That warm, soft intimacy settles deep in your bones and makes you feel at ease. Safe. Loved. And it’s not long at all before sleep overtakes you.

Your Friday nights used to be synonymous with drinking. 

It meant going out to the bar to get drunk and dance and maybe find another lonely soul to spend time with. It meant blackouts and bar tabs and spending your Saturdays absolutely fucking miserable. 

Truth be told, you much prefer your new Friday night ritual: Movie Night. 

You and Frankie each get to pick any movie you want and stuff your faces while watching them back-to-back. After work, you pick him up from his AA meeting and load up on junk food, then head home. 

Tonight, the two of you walk side-by-side down aisle 5 of your neighborhood grocery store, moving at a leisurely pace across the glossy white tiles. A country music station broadcasts softly over the store’s speakers. From the cash registers up front, you hear the rhythmic beep of customers being rung up. Probably the only other people in here, honestly, it’s fucking dead. 

“What’s your movie pick?” Frankie asks while tossing a bag of classic potato chips into the red basket hanging from the bend of his elbow, “And I swear to god if you say Moulin Rouge! I’m instituting a no-repeat policy.” 

Your laughter ricochets down the aisle and you shake your head, “Don’t act like you don’t like that movie! I know you do.” 

“I mean yeah, but… there are other movies.” 

“Other… movies…?” 

He snorts and shakes his head at you. 

“Actually, I wanna watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind,” you tell him, slowing to narrow your eyes at a bag of salt and vinegar kettle chips, “Do I want pretzels or salt and vinegar chips?” 

“Why not both?” he shrugs. 

You scrunch your nose up, tossing your head from side-to-side, then grab the kettle chips and drop them into your basket, “What’s your movie pick?”

“I’m between Dazed and Confused and The Wolf of Wall Street,” he says, glancing over at you. 

Your face lights up and you coo, “Ohhh Dazed and Confused, please!”

“Maybe.” 

“Maybe?” 

He grins at you and shrugs, “I will take your opinion into consideration.” 

“What, I can’t help you choose?” 

“It’s my pick,” Frankie chuckles, “You can’t pick my pick!” 

You roll your eyes at him. The two of you round the corner, merging into the vacant main aisle, and you say, “Fuck, I want ice cream.”

“I want a fucking drink,” he mutters offhandedly, then notices your concerned stare and says, “Sorry.” 

“Do you really?” 

His brow furrows as he considers this, eventually admitting, “In a way, yeah.”

You know you shouldn’t take it personally. He’s an alcoholic. But that rationale doesn’t stop the ache that spreads across your chest. 

Frankie must recognize your hurt, because he nudges you and adds, “Not because I don’t like this or anything.”

You give him a warm, reassuring smile as you turn down the freezer aisle. He continues. 

“It just lingers, I guess. Like I think I could drink and be fine,” he comes to a stop in front of the ice cream, glancing around before staring forward into the freezer like it holds all the answers, “Everything is just so… raw without it. All the feelings I’ve never dealt with, they keep bubbling up and it’s—I don’t know, it’s a lot.” 

It surprises you that he’s talking about this so openly, in a public place and everything. Two months ago you could not have dragged these words from his mouth under any circumstances. 

You nod as you study him, “Well, um… I know it’s hard, but I’m glad you’re doing it.”

He doesn’t really react, just continues to look at the ice cream. His eyes are a million miles away, though. Lost in thought. You lay your hand on his shoulder and graze your thumb against him, “Francisco.”

His jaw tightens. 

“Hey, look at me.” 

He blinks a few times, then swings his gaze to meet yours. 

“I mean it. It’s been a pleasure getting to know the real you, in all your, uhhh,” you stop and try to come up with something eloquent, landing on, “sober glory. I know it’s a lot. But I can see that it’s making a huge difference. You’re so far beyond where you started. It’s… it’s really brave to choose sobriety. I’m proud of you, Frankie.” 

It all kind of spills out of you. A collage of sentiments you’ve been keeping to yourself thrown crudely together here in the middle of the freezer aisle. 

His brow creases, eyes all dewy as they flick around your face. You worry that what you said doesn’t make sense, or that maybe it was insensitive. But then, his basket falls to the floor with a clatter and he pulls you into a hug. 

Again, you’re taken by surprise. 

You just stand there for a moment, kind of awkward with your basket dangling in one hand. 

He squeezes you tighter. Unbridled appreciation flows from him. Your stomach flutters and tears prick your eyes. You drop your basket to properly return the gesture, wrapping both arms around his torso, pulling him close. 

The warmth of his body surrounds you. You take a deep breath, inhaling the comforting musk of his skin, exhaling tension, melting into this softness. 

Frankie sniffles and kisses the crown of your head, murmuring into your hair, “Thank you.” 

You part ways, both taking a step back to see the others’ glossy, red-tinged eyes. 

And you’re not sure exactly why, but then you both laugh. Not in a nervous way. More like joy. It bubbles beneath your skin and makes you feel hopeful. 

He picks his basket up off the ground and clears his throat, turning back to the freezer door, “Anyway, ice cream.” 

When the end credits roll on Dazed and Confused, you stand up off the couch and start towards the kitchen, asking Frankie, “Need anything?” 

“I’m good, thanks,” he answers with a yawn. 

You pull open the cupboard and find a bag of popcorn, then toss it in the microwave. While you wait for it to pop, you check your phone. Three unread messages. 

> RORY: > Hey > How was work?  > Doing anything fun tonight? 

“Hey, I was thinking,” Frankie says as he shuffles past the dining room table, into the kitchen. You set your phone down on the counter and cross your arms, looking up at him. 

“Next week is Sarah’s birthday, Ang is throwing a party on Saturday. Do you want me to see if she would let you come?” 

The question leaves you momentarily speechless. You never thought it would be a possibility, and the offer completely blindsides you. 

Your mouth gapes open and you blink, “I, um—well, I—”

“If you want to, I mean.” 

You frown and meet his eyes, “Well, yeah, obviously I want to, but is Angie really ok with that?” 

“I’ll talk to her,” he says, leaning back on the counter next to you, “She’s been more receptive lately. And—and I think if you brought Rory, she would feel more reassured, that, um…”

Your stomach drops like a rock. 

A clusterfuck of messy emotions tangle and twist inside your body. At the tip of your tongue sits the question: That, what, there’s nothing going on between us? 

You look over at him and search his face. It’s unreadable. He’s frozen like he knows he came dangerously close to mentioning the elephant in the room and doesn’t know what to do next. 

The air thickens. 

Moments go by that feel like centuries.

You can’t stand it anymore, and lead him to continue the thought, “That what?”

He turns to face you and looks fucking terrified. Forehead creased. Eyes wide. Lips parted like apologies are about to come spilling out of them. 

You hold his gaze. Try not to notice the pungent energy pulsing between your bodies, or the way his eyes soften when he looks at your mouth and takes a step towards you. 

For one heart-stopping moment, you think he’s going to kiss you. 

A beep sounds from the microwave. 

He looks to the source, trance broken, but your eyes stay trained on him. On the elongated bob of his throat swallowing nerves. On the restless, twitchy movements that suddenly seem to possess him. 

When he notices you’re still staring at him, he only allows a brief glance before dropping his gaze to the ground and shoving his hands in his pockets, finally saying, “I—I just mean that I think she’ll be ok with it. And—and Sarah would be excited to see you.”

You pause before you react, trying to decide whether or not to ask him the question tearing apart your insides like a rabid dog: Do you want me to go so I can see Sarah, or so you can continue to lie to your wife?

Simultaneously, you cannot ask him and you need to know.

You tell yourself: He’s in recovery. He needs support, not criticism. 

You say: Let him figure out the missing pieces in his life and put it back together. Even if the shape it takes breaks you. 

“Ok,” you give him a tight nod and push off the counter, pulling the microwave door open, “If she’s fine with it, I’d love to go.” 

“Yeah?”

You pinch the corner of your bloated popcorn bag and pull it out, nudging the microwave door closed, then turn to face him, but don’t look up, “Yeah, I’d like that.” 

A small, distant voice says: You fucking coward. 

[stickywhiteash]

Down with the Sickness // Kakashi x Reader

Warning: None! Only fluff

An hour ago you were in a deep peaceful slumber. Nothing in the world could have disturbed you; that is, until your alarm to take your medications screamed at you. Every ten minutes it sounded off, blaring into your eardrums and every time you ‘woke’ back up a cough followed by sniffling came with.

You‘ve been sick for 3 days now and it doesn’t seem to get better. You writhe in agony from the body aches and fever.

A pill or two with some water would ease your pain, but the glass is empty. Dry swallowing the pill is an option; however, you’d face the chance of it not going down properly and tasting the bitter medicine melting in your mouth. Getting up to refill the glass is would be another option if it weren’t for the fact that outside your warm cozy covers awaits a cold cruel world. Thus your current predicament of snoozing the alarm for an hour straight whilst falling half asleep every time.

With all of your whining underneath the blankets, you miss the front door’s handle jiggle a couple of times before opening wide.

Kakashi steps into your home with an arm full of groceries. The first thing he notices is how the place looks barely lived in. Last he recalled, you weren’t on a mission for the past week. Placing the food on the counter, he investigates where you could be. On cue, your alarm goes off again, drawing his attention to the room at the end of the hallway.

An endless amount of tissues scatter all over the place, coupled with a few take out boxes, and plastic bags. The giant lump shivering in the middle of the bed catches his eye. Hand reaching out, he pets you as if you’re a house cat.

His sudden touch jolts you upright, swinging the covers off. Your fist narrowly misses Kakashi.

“Woah,” he heartily chuckles, “Still feisty as ever”

“What’re you doing here..?”

“Making sure you’re still alive. I haven’t heard from you in a while—“

Coughing in between words, you sarcastically reply, “You’re worried about little old me? That’s sweet.”

Kakashi places the back of his hand on your forehead, confirming his suspicions. You wrap yourself tightly with the blankets, now feeling the chilly air you accidentally exposed yourself to.

Pulling you into a warm embrace, he asks, “When’s the last time you ate or showered”

You lean into the hug, taking in his scent. “Can’t recall.. I really don’t feel so good.”

“Mm. Well that won’t do!”

Blanket ripped off your body, he picks you up off the bed. You cling on to him tightly, asking what the hell he’s doing. Try as you might to fight the shinobi, your strength just isn’t there. Profanities fill the home coupled with demands to put you down.

“Here we are, Stinky.”

He places you down, feet first in the bathroom. Pressing his lips to your forehead, he closes the door before you can protest once again.

The patter of feet fade into the distance as you are left dumbfounded.

‘That bastard didn’t even give me clothes.’

Huffing, you turn the shower on and let it steam up the room. Once the water is scalding to the touch, you hop in and sit in the bathtub. All of the pain could not be further from the back of your mind. Eyes close, taking in the soothing feeling of the water dripping down your body. Soap carried away with your worries. Droplets hitting your back act as a little massage.

A knock on your door causes your eyes to snap wide open and look towards the source of the noise.

“Are you okay in there? You’ve been showering for quite a while. You didn’t slip and hit your head did you?”

“No I’m fine! Finishing up right now!”

Kakashi unlocks the door using his fingernail and opens it just enough to sneak in fresh clothes and a towel.

“Take your time, but I do warn your food will get cold if you take too long”

Once again the door closes, but his footsteps are drowned out by the shower.

After getting changed, you head out to the kitchen where you find Kakashi leaning against the wall, reading his favorite literature. He looks up at you then place it on top of the table.

“You’re alive. I was worried the sickness had over taken you in the bath,” he jokes, moving over to you.

“Do you really think so lowly of me?”, you reply, feigning hurt.

“Of course not. You’re the strongest person I know.” Kakashi wraps his arms around you and plants a kiss atop your head. “And now, you’re not the stinkiest person I know.”

“Hey!” You attempt to break out of his embrace but he only squeezes you tighter. “I’ll probably die by your hug before this illness gets me!”

A hearty chuckle fills the air as he lets go. Another smooch is placed on your cheek. “I’d kiss you on the lips, but I really don’t plan on catching whatever you have,” Kakashi says, pulling a chair for you to sit. “So are your sinuses more cleared up? If not, this soup should do the trick.”

“If you made it extremely spicy, I won’t forgive you.”

“Cross my heart, I did not.”

Flu medicine sits next to your food. Kakashi also takes a seat next to you but doesn’t start eating. Instead, he’s got this goofy look on his face as he stares at your face. All of the love and adoration in the world can be seen in his eye (and the other one too if it wasn’t closed). Even on your worst days, he’ll be by your side.

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Things they have to search up because of Mc

Lucifer:

the only reason he searches anything up

is because the internet gave you stupid ideas again

he will also go the extra mile to search up the site get you banned for a while and then take all your devices away… again

also R.I.P if any of them are RAD students and gave you those ideas (whether it was an accident or not)

“MC! This is the second time you nearly burned down the House of Lamentation again”

“in my defence I was left unsupervised”

“YOUR ROOM NOW!”

yeah you´re on house arrest again

Mammon:

you told him about an urban legend that you know

and it seemed it spooked him so much that he immediately had to look it up

“Oi! Human I know you were just trying to scare me”

“what else did you think I was trying?”

“how dare you Mc?!”

he get´s insulted that you would just scare him like that

the funniest thing is that this isn´t even the first time you did this

it actually happens quiet often

simply because it´s really funny that Mammon get´s scared so easily

Leviathan:

“you´re trying to tell me there is even more Anime in the Human world then in the Devildom lol yeah sure Normie whatever you say”

“look it up yourself Levi”

he did and he is so envious of you

“why do you Normies have so much more anime!?”

this will get so funny watching him get mad over something like this

until he threatens to summon Lotan

“Levi no! it takes ages to clean up the House of Lamentation!”

“I don´t care, Lo-!”

“Lucifer! Levi wants to summon Lotan for nothing again!”

“Mc you snitch!”

yeah he´s getting hung from the ceiling

and you get treats for stopping him :)

Satan:

you told him about the many cat videos in the Human world internet

and now he spends all his time to get in the Human world internet

“Satan you have been sitting here for a day”

“I need cats!!!”

“telling you about this was a mistake”

yeah you pretty much had to beg Lucifer to allow both of you to get in to the Human world

if that doesn´t work you just have to sneak him out

or sneak a cats in the House of Lamentation

whatever would be easier

but if Satan doesn´t get his cats

who knows what could happen

Asmodeus:

you just told him about scam beauty products

better hope he isn´t using any because he will fight you on it actually working

and this will make him want to actually try it out

“Asmo I´m telling you that´s just snake oil”

“how dare you insult my snake oil”

“wait you´re actually using snake oil?”

“it´s more like snake blood from a specific type in the Devildom but still”

great now you have to search something up

and yeah that is a thing in the Devildom and has been proven to work

huh who would have thought

Beelzebub:

you just told him about interesting food facts

“oh yeah there are some candies that have bugs on them and there´s also a type of ant that´s supposed to taste really nice”

“Mc let´s go to the Human world”

“you do know we aren´t allowed to anymore”

remembers what they did last time “oh yeah I forgot”

great now you made him curious and hungry

he will actually see if he can order those candies or the ants

and now he will find even more weird Human food

and get´s even hungrier

great work Mc now he got so hungry he emptied the kitchen again :(

Belphegor:

I don´t think Belphie would do anything

you could just tell this dude about the most fucked up thing you know and he would just be to tired to process it

“I heard that someone got brutally dismembered by a hell bunny”

Belphie half asleep “that´s nice Mc”

and after he wakes up he just forgets everything

maybe he would look something up if you would tell him while he´s awake

but even then it´s usually stuff that´s supposed to help him fall asleep

Diavolo:

he pretty much looks everything up that you tell him about the Human world

sees a machine that they don´t have in the Devildom?

“Mcccc!? what is that!?”

yes instead of waiting he also just screams and hopes you can hear him

if not he either looks for you or sends you a bunch of messages

“Diavolo you do know I can´t tell you what you´re looking for if I don´t know what you mean, right?”

“oh I knew I forgot something”

after he sends you a picture you either explain what it is or just tell him the name

this can also happen multiple times a day

it´s quiet exhausting

Barbatos:

you tell him there´s a good chance rat and mice are hiding in the castle

he doesn´t believe you

“I mean it wouldn´t be so far fetched you did tell me the mice and rats down here are smarter they know you want to kill them they don´t want to die so they just hide or shortly leave”

“Mc this is a completely stupid thought”

he may say this is stupid but who got so scared they had to look it up?

It sure as hell wasn´t Mc

and Mc was right the rats and mice in hell are smart enough to do that

Barbatos now lives in constant fear

Solomon:

honestly I have no idea what Mc could say which would make Solomon go “yeah I´m curious let´s look that up”

if anything it will be the opposite

Solomon will just tell you some weird magic fact and you have to actually look it up to find out if he´s just fucking with you or telling the truth

“Mc did you know some magical plant species are just like massive venus fly traps which could easily devour a human?” “I don´t even know what you´re talking about Solomon” “:)” “don´t tell me you want to find one” “:)” “if you try to sacrifice me to some plant I will find a way to murder you”

Simeon:

the language from the “young kids” (which coming from him could be anything) or litrally any internet slang

he will just over hear you tell Levi he´s a Simp or anything else and he will just stand there going ????

let´s be honest Simeon would either need help from Solomon or Luke or he would just search it in a book

figuring out the computer is even worse for him

just don´t help him out

either explain to him the jokes

or just search it up for him

believe me you do not want to teach him how to work a computer

Luke:

it´s Fuck or any kind of swear word (especially if it´s another language)

Simeon is going to kill you

and Solomon will just laugh at the situation

R.I.P Mc if you´re lucky your Simps will save you (you aren´t lucky enough)

or you can hide long enough in the House of Lamentation until Simeon either gives up or maybe forgives you

[luveline]

remus requests u say? coming home to remus taking a nap & taking a minute to watch him while he sleeps until he mumbles “why don’t u take a picture, dove”

ty for this lovely idea ♥♥♥♥

Remus has given you a key. You take this as an invitation to drop by his flat whenever you like — though you'd been doing that anyways, actually. 

When he doesn't answer your phone call that afternoon you decide to swing around with a bag full of your pajamas and his favourite foods. Worst case scenario, he's out with James and Sirius and you can watch one of his many VHS tapes until he gets home, sequester him for some before-bed cuddles, and sneak in a couple of soft kisses.

You let yourself into his flat without any fuss and realise he must be home, his worn pair of trainers at the door where you leave your own. 

"Remus?" you ask quietly. It's so peaceful, any disturbance at all feels taboo. Not even the sound of the washing machine cuts the stillness. 

He doesn't answer. You peek into the kitchen and find it cleaner than you'd left it two days ago, his bathroom hot with steam as you walk past. 

The living room is empty. 

You ease the door to his bedroom open with the side of your foot and it shushes against a familiar groove in plush carpet. 

There he is. Asleep, Remus lies on the side of the bed where you usually curl up, stomach down and face to the side, his arm a series of curves that you adore. The quilt hides his lower back, sheets a stark dark blue to his pale complexion. 

His hair is half-dry and struggling to curl up. His face is untouched by consciousness, beautiful as always, one set of lashes hidden by the pillow, the other kissing the skin under his eye. 

You're very careful as you put down your bag, on tiptoes as you round to his side of the bed and sit down gently. You bring your knees up and hesitate before reaching out for his arm, the slim ridge of a bad scar under your palm. 

He's so pretty. You lean toward him but resist the urge to lie on top of him. He's too perfect to wake. 

He smells like shower gel and shampoo, the heavier stick of cologne and a small red cut under his ear evidencing a very recent shave. 

His chest rises. You watch it closely. After a minute or two you're breathing in tandem. 

You're about to admit defeat and climb in next to him when his lip twitches, and he mumbles, "Why don't you take a picture, dove?" His voice is gritty. 

You lean in close, surprised but trying not to show it. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Lupin?" you ask, matching his tone. 

His eyes blink open slowly. Your heart melts at the sight of his dark brown irises, how his pupils seem to sink into them. 

"I called," you say. 

He buries his face in the pillow for a few moments like he can't help himself and then turns back to you. "You did?" 

"Just to make sure I could come over." 

He smiles. "You can always come over. S'why I gave you-" 

"The key. I know."

"Your key," he corrects. 

He pushes himself up with a tired, aching groan and turns his arm in your grip to weave your fingers together. He looks over his shoulder at the clock on the nightstand, mildly perturbed. 

"Are you hungry?" he asks, turning back to you with concern. 

You're not.

You want to do a thousand things. Brush his hair, comb it from his eyes with your fingers. Want to kiss his cheek, his chin, his lips, the scars over his arms and chest and nose. You want to push him down into the bed again and ask him why he'd been on your side, though you think you know. Mostly, you want to give him a hug. You want to slide your thighs between his and your arms around his waist, let him cup the back of your head with his hand the way he does like he might protect you from the world. 

That's exactly what you do. 

Remus does what you'd thought he would, wrapping his naked arms around your shoulders, hand behind your head and cheek pressed to your forehead. 

"So you're not hungry?" he asks. 

You feel his laugh move through his chest and into yours. "Laughing at your own joke. Shameful," you chide.

"You can talk about shame, stalker." He squeezes you. "Staring at me like that." 

"I don't own a camera." 

"Likely story."