#you’ve just got to smother him till he gives in and falls asleep

[cheapbourbon]

Even the two Fists of Vengeance need some downtime.

[judeswhore]

The new years hey Jude got me thinking about this. Christmas day with Jude and his family and you’ve been snuggled up together when his mum comes in and tells you guys to get up that they’re opening presents. Your wearing matching pyjamas and when you get downstairs you’ve gotten sm presents from Jude and Denise. And you’ve gotten Denise such a special present and she’s all over you. Helping making the dinner and then sitting down at night watching polar express all cuddly on the couch and his parents are watching you because he’s just so infaturated with you 🥹.

side note can I be 💌 anon

i love shit like this so much :(( you’d woken up kinda early bc u and jude wanted to give each other certain gifts while it was just the two of u bc they were special and u just wanted to share that sweet moment together. so after you’ve done that ur just snuggling down together under the covers bc it’s so warm and u really don’t wna leave the bed. sharing little kisses like just having a lazy make out while ur tucked into the warmth and it’s all so cosy that ur almost falling back asleep. going through the day by joining in all their family traditions and u just can’t help but feel so happy and thankful to be apart of it and jude’s teasing u abt how mushy u are when u tell him, holding ur face and smothering u with kisses and telling u “we can make our own tradition one day. like always wearing matching fluffy socks” and that just has u grinning bc you’d forced him to wear the most ridiculous christmas socks ever. in the evening getting all cuddled up on the sofa to watch movies and jude’s immediately pulling u to lay down so he can lay on top of u and have u scratch ur nails over the top of his back. and ur both just so snuggled and his parents keep grinning every time they look over at u bc it’s so obvious how smitten jude is like they’ve never seen him be like that w anyone before. falling asleep together like that and they don’t wna wake u so u end up staying on the sofa till like 3am and then when u wake up jude’s offering to make u hot chocolate to go back to bed bc that’s usually what his mam wld do when he was younger and fell asleep during movie night

also yes ofc u can <33

[caswellprmanager]

out of the closet (and into my arms)

read it on ao3

Ship: Ricky Bowen/EJ Caswell

TW: transphobia, deadnaming, gender dysphoria, panic attacks

Summary: Ricky has certain items of clothing that EJ loves to steal.

Notes: I exclusively blame @random-nerd-3 for planting this idea in my head in the discord server so now it has manifested itself. *british accent* I can't believe you've done this 😩

EJ was not above pretending to be sick just to not go to school. He didn't go to theater camp for nothing. One time when there was this really mean kid who sneezed on him in third grade, he faked having pneumonia so well that their mom made them apologize for infecting him. One could say he's basically a natural born actor.

But today... he's not even pretending when he says he feels sick.

He woke up that morning, running through all the things he had to do for the day, and then promptly chucked it out of his mind when he looked at himself in the mirror. He's been on T for a while now but his parents refuse to pay for top surgery. He'd do it himself with the money he has in his bank, but whatever he purchases alerts his parents. So looking at his tank top clad torso with no binder on and the tell-tale bumps of his breasts lightly tenting the material up front made him want to punch his mirror.

His breasts weren't big but god were they noticeable. At least for him. He shakily runs a hand down his chest and wishes more than anything for the offending things to disappear. He mentally computes how long it will be until he moves out of the house to go to college — just so that he can finally get the surgery he's always wanted.

Yet, even after computing, it still seems so far away.

"Eliza? Are you up? Breakfast is ready?"

There was a dull ringing in his ears when he woke up a few minutes ago but it was deafening now at the sound of that name.

You know that's not my name.

EJ feels his chest tighten and his breath come out in shorter bursts. He grabs the edge of his bathroom sink shakily, knuckles turning white the louder the ringing in his ears gets and the faster his heart beats.

Drowning.

He's drowning.

He's drowning in thoughts he doesn't want to have but invade the forefront of his mind.

He's drowning.

"Eliza? Eliza, answer me!"

Stop calling me that! EJ pulls at his hair, vision blurring at the seams. Stop fucking calling me that—

"EJ!"

A hand on his shoulder practically yanks him up to the metaphorical surface. He's breathing, but only barely, and he subconsciously falls into someone's arms, gasping through sobs.

"Hey there, handsome. You're okay. I got you."

The voice was soothing, familiar like the feel of his favorite childhood blanket wrapping around his shoulders. He buries his face into the fabric before him, inhaling the scent of sandalwood, cherries, and throb cologne.

Throb cologne.

"R-Ricky?" He whispers, not really believing it himself. The one holding him answers by tightening their hold around him and EJ feels himself collapse even further in their arms. He breathes in Ricky's scent like it's the only thing keeping him grounded right now – and it might as well be.

"I'm here, Elijah. I'm right here." Elijah. EJ visibly relaxes at the sound of that name – the name he gave himself.

"How did you–" He tries to say but the tightness in his throat only allows his voice to come out in a whisper. Ricky runs their hand through his hair.

"I thought I would go to your house before school for a change. Your mom let me in." Ricky doesn't force EJ to look at them and he's grateful for that. His vision was still impossibly blurry and he feels a strong headache approaching after what just happened. "But I have a strong feeling you don't want to go to school today."

EJ buries his face even deeper into Ricky's chest and Ricky kisses the top of his head right after. He's taller than Ricky – not by much, but he'll hold that over Ricky 'till the day he dies – but right now he feels like a little kid wrapped in Ricky's arms. Small. Secure.

Safe.

"C'mon, handsome." Ricky says into his hair, placing another kiss on the top of his head. "Let's get you back to bed."

EJ doesn't even remember being tucked back into bed, nor the third kiss Ricky gave him on his cheek, or even the sound of Ricky conversing lowly with his mom at the door. All EJ really remembers is feeling absolutely exhausted. So exhausted, in fact, that the second his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.

After a few hours, EJ woke up again, still with a lightly throbbing headache and his room plunged in darkness except for the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to his ceiling.

EJ focused on the constellations he painstakingly stuck there in the first grade. He remembered breaking his arm trying to get off the ladder and crying all the way to the hospital. The memory seemed to give his mind a distraction but he wasn't distracted enough to not notice the extra layer on his body.

EJ fell asleep with a tank top on, just like he always does. He runs warmer than most people so he doesn't usually sleep with a hoodie or sweater on until the winter months. Even then, he just turns up the thermostat in his room.

So... where the hell did this hoodie come from?

"Knock, knock!" Came a voice from the other side of his door and his heart stared beating a little faster, hoping that it wasn't either of his parents about to scold him for skipping school. But when the door opened — revealing a smiling Ricky — he could practically feel the tension lift from his shoulders.

"Oh good, you're awake! Your parents left for work a few hours ago so you don't have to worry, by the way." How Ricky was able to figure out what exactly was on his mind was beyond him. But it did put him ever more at ease. Although, he was still confused as to why Ricky was still here.

"Ricky did you... Did you skip school?" He asked, sitting up against the headboard just as Ricky sat next to him to feel his forehead. Ricky smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of their neck.

"I couldn't leave you alone." Before EJ could protest, Ricky continued. "Don't worry! I texted Big Red to update me on rehearsals. I also texted your co-captains for the Water Polo and Lacrosse teams that you weren't feeling well, so you have to skip on training. I figured they'd spread the word to the rest of your clubs. You're in, like, a million of them."

"It keeps me busy," EJ mumbles but allows Ricky to climb into bed with him. He immediately relaxes into Ricky's chest when he opens his arms invitingly, knowing that he can't resist an invitation to snuggle. "You didn't have to do that."

"It's one of those days, isn't it?" Ricky asks and EJ nods. Ricky hums in acknowledgement. It's one of the things EJ appreciates about their relationship — one that took a lot of trial and error. They're different in a lot of ways but when it comes to their struggles with gender, they've found someone to relate to. EJ doesn't think he's ever dated anyone who just... gets it like Ricky does.

"It sucks," he mumbles into Ricky's chest with a little pout. "Plus I don't have any clean binders today so that makes it suck even more."

"Well, I'll be right here if you need me. Just say whatever and I'll help you in any way I can." EJ could feel tears well up in his eyes and buries his face into Ricky's neck, overwhelmed and filled with so much unbridled joy for Ricky's mere presence in his life right now.

Which brings him all the way back to the mere presence of the hoodie he's wearing right now that is definitely not his. But he can make an assumption from the smell alone.

Sandalwood. Cherries. Throb cologne.

"Darling?" EJ says into Ricky's neck slowly.

"Hm?"

"Am I wearing your hoodie?"

"...And If I say yes?" Ricky teases, using their nails to scratch at the nape of EJ's neck casually. EJ fights the fluttering of his eyelids to focus on the task at hand. He pulls away from Ricky a bit to look at them inquisitively, which thankfully results in Ricky sighing in defeat. That basically answers EJ's question, and just as he's about to remove the hoodie, Ricky gently places a hand on his chest.

"Keep it. It looks good on you."

EJ looks down at the brown and white color block hoodie. When Ricky wears this, it engulfs their entire frame and makes EJ want to smother them in kisses. EJ has never admitted it but... this was on his top list of favorite hoodies that Ricky owns.

But he also knows this is also one of Ricky's favorites.

And yet... the more he looks at himself in Ricky's hoodie, the dysphoria he felt in spades just hours go subsides, even just a little. It makes his chest look properly flat and it was awfully comfy. He feels Ricky's eyes on him as he brings the fabric of the hoodie to his nose, breathing in Ricky's scent one more time.

Sandalwood. Cherries. Throb cologne.

He smiles for the first time today and Ricky smiles back.

He could get used to this.

--

Ever since that day, EJ has started to slowly come into the possession of... several of Ricky's clothes.

Now, stealing might be too heavy of a word to use here. Though he's not unfamiliar with the concept — he just prefers to use the phrase... indefinitely borrowing.

But if one were to ask anybody else, EJ was most definitely stealing Ricky's clothes.

It started off with the color block hoodie Ricky gave him that day. That damned hoodie even changed his nightly sleeping routine – with wearing that very same hoodie as the last step before he's able to truly fall asleep. It's absolutely insane how one piece of garment can make him feel. How having something of Ricky's makes him want to have more of them.

And so EJ just never stopped.

--

One day before rehearsals, on a particularly cold afternoon (and EJ knew it would be cold. He checks the weather forecast on his phone everyday), he deliberately forgot his letterman jacket in his locker. After arriving to the bomb shelter, and coincidentally hearing from Miss Jenn that the janitor hasn't fixed the heater yet, EJ casually mentions to Ricky that he forgot his jacket in his locker. And that it's way too far to retrieve now.

"You poor baby," Ricky says with a knowing glint in his eye. It's a subtle game they play, the two of them, and EJ likes to think he wins it every time. "Here, take my sweatshirt. I sprayed extra throb on it for you."

"Okay agenda for tomorrow," EJ teases while pulling on the sweatshirt that indeed wreaks of throb. "We're going shopping for a new cologne."

"I thought you liked throb?" Ricky replies with a cheeky smile. EJ sticks his tongue out at him – a very mature response, thank you very much.

"It does remind me of you." EJ says this as he brings the collar of the sweatshirt up to his nose. He tries to hide the way his lips curl up automatically at Ricky's familiar scent. He wouldn't hear the end of it if they were able to catch that. "But it doesn't mean I like it."

"But you like me, right?" Ricky says this with a hint of a tease and a larger hint of vapid curiosity. It's almost as if Ricky is just waiting for the confirmation that EJ most definitely still likes them, which isn't much of a surprise. Ricky doesn't exactly have the best of luck in the romance department. It actually took quite a bit of time before the two of them even got together. But, now that they are together, EJ makes it a point to remind Ricky that he will continue to choose them everyday.

And EJ doesn't mind reminding Ricky how much he loves them — it's practically a part of his daily routine.

"I love you, angel." EJ says, lacing each syllable with as much affection that he can muster. Ricky bites their lip and tries to hide their blushing face with their hands. EJ chuckles, leaning over to place a kiss to Ricky's temple before wrapping an arm around them.

"EJ... I..." Ricky starts to say but the words don't ever take shape. EJ knows this though. He doesn't mind the wait.

"I know, baby." EJ kisses Ricky's forehead this time. "I know."

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bowen (affectionate): did i leave my blue-grey hoodie at your house? i cant find it anywhere...

caswell (derogatory): [sent 1 attachment] oh you mean this one?

caswell (derogatory): :-)

bowen (affectionate): ah

bowen (affectionate): there it is

caswell (derogatory): do you want it back? i can bring it to school tomorrow

bowen (affectionate): nah

bowen (affectionate): actually no yeah bring it to school tomorrow

bowen (affectionate): but you have to be wearing it 🤷‍♀️

caswell (derogatory): u dont have to tell me twice 😘😘

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ejwaterpolotheaterguy: boyfriend sweater 😍 @sk8erbowen thanks for the drip 😚

--

There are days where EJ feels dysphoric and Ricky isn't there.

It just so happened to be the very same weekend that Ricky decided to go visit his mom up in Chicago when EJ woke up once again wanting to claw at the offending mounds of flesh on his chest. He nearly punched his mirror before Ricky called him to ask how he was doing.

"I'm so sorry, EJ. I wish I was there."

"I'll get by. Just gotta cover the mirrors all around the house and exclusively live in one of your hoodies for the next 24 hours." EJ rummages through his drawers, trying to find the exact hoodie he's been thinking of since Ricky called. It was the one that was big even on EJ and felt like getting a hug from Ricky. The second his fingers felt the familiar purple fabric, he quickly put it on, almost completely forgetting that he was on facetime with Ricky.

"Well look at you, my handsome boy." EJ blushes when he realizes that Ricky could see him but the smile that makes it to his lips is the most genuine one he's had all day. "How're you feeling?"

"Safe." was the first word that came to mind and EJ couldn't have stopped it from leaving his lips even if he tried. Ricky's answering smile made the slip-up worth it, though.

And there really isn't any other word that describes how wearing Ricky's hoodies and sweatshirts makes him feel. It's like getting a cup of hot chocolate by an open fire on Christmas morning. Like coming home to a warm embrace after a terrible day. With Ricky he was safe. With Ricky, in Ricky's hoodies, there was comfort. Sure there are moments where a storm hits and neither of them have an umbrella... but that just means they'll end up finding an awning together, soaking wet but basking in each other's warmth.

Sandalwood, cherries, and throb cologne.

And as Ricky smiles at him through the phone screen, he knows there's no one else he'd gladly weather any storm with but them.

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon - when he’s drunk

This work, 当他喝醉了, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

[ VICTOR ]

When Goldman called you, you were a little surprised. From what you remember, you’ve only seen Victor drunk twice. 

Draping a jacket over your shoulders, you speed downstairs to collect him from Goldman. If it weren’t for Victor grabbing the hem of your clothes and refusing to let go, you’d have suspected that he wasn’t drunk at all.

Holding his head, you lead him into the house and onto the sofa. “Sit here. I’ll prepare some sobering-up tea.”

Victor remains silent, his head lowered as he continues playing with the corners of your clothes. With a sigh, you have no choice but to let him follow you into the kitchen.

After helping to wash his face and rinse his mouth, you direct him into the bedroom. “Victor, I’ll wash your clothes. You should go to bed first.”

“No.” 

His voice is so soft that you think you misheard.

His fuzzy hair nuzzles against the crook of your neck, and he leans on your shoulder as he says, “Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone.”

Tch, wash clothes? What clothes? I’ll smother him with affection first!

[ GAVIN ]

It’s evident on his face once he’s drunk. 

This is the first time he’s attending a get-together with you in the capacity of a family member. In response to coaxing headed by Minor, Gavin downed several drinks. Unable to ward off peer pressure, he got drunk fairly quickly.

After the gathering, you hold onto him as the two of you walk home slowly. 

When drunk, Gavin is very quiet, and doesn’t go into a drunken rampage.

When passing by the Ferris wheel in the park, Gavin suddenly pauses. Puzzled, you turn to him. “What’s wrong?”

Gavin meets your eyes seriously. “Ferris wheel. You like it.” 

A sweetness blooms in your heart and you smile. Even in a drunken state, he doesn’t forget what you like?

He pulls you towards the ticketing booth. Before you can react, you find yourself brought onto the Ferris wheel. Leaning against the window of the capsule overlooking the night scenery of Loveland City, you spot something and tug on his arm. “Gavin, it’s Loveland High!”

Gavin doesn’t respond. When you turn, you get lost in the depths of his eyes. The capsule sinks into silence.

As though something occurs to him, Gavin casts a glance outside the window, then pulls you by the waist and gives you a kiss. The faint scent of wine enters your nose. It’s different from his usual kisses, which are akin to dragonflies flitting across the surface of water. 

With a tinge of urgency, the tip of his tongue parts your teeth, engaging your tongue in a passionate dance. His actions plunder your breath. It is only when you’re just about to run out of air that he releases you.

With unsteady breaths, you lean against his chest. 

He scratches the tip of your nose affectionately. “Minor said that sharing a kiss when the Ferris wheel reaches its zenith means we’ll never be apart. I love you.”

Hearing what he said, you lift your head and plant a kiss on his Adam’s apple. “I love you too.”

-

After stepping off the Ferris wheel a little clumsily, Gavin stares at you again. “I love you.”

“Me too.”

“I love you.”

“All right.”

“I love you.”

“Mm.”

“I love you.”

“...” He’s really drunk.

[ LUCIEN ]

Professor Lucien rarely drinks. He says alcohol will affect his clear-headedness when doing experiments. 

After a successful experiment, the boys from the research centre organise a celebratory party, and offer you and Lucien a toast. Naturally, Lucien drinks on your behalf, and a Drunk Lucien appears...

“Wife, we’re home~” Lucien pulls on your sleeves as the two of you step through the doors. 

You poke the head that’s resting on your shoulder. “Are you drunk?”

“I'm not,” he answers quickly.

“Are you sure...”

“Is my wife going to continue staying by my side?” he asks, hugging you by the waist.

After receiving an affirmative response, he rubs his head against your cheek. “Will my wife agree to any requests I have?”

Smiling, you decide to go along with him. “That’s right, if Student Lucien has any requests, just let me know~”

There’s a change in the look in Lucien’s eyes, his fingers setting your body aflame. “In that case, I’ll have to trouble my wife to give me a child.”

“You aren’t drunk at all!”

“I already said that I’m not drunk, but my wife doesn’t believe me~”

[ KIRO ]

Seeing Kiro squatting in a corner of the room like a mushroom gives you a headache. It’s all your fault for not watching him when the director kept goading him to drink.

You reach out to pat him. “Kiro?”

“Miss Chips, don’t touch me. Your Kiro wants to be alone for a while QAQ” Kiro waves your hand away.

You were just cracking a joke earlier when you said you wouldn’t bring him back home if he refused to leave. He’s been huddling in a corner for almost an hour. 

Kiro suddenly stands up and whips out his phone. Perplexed, you’re about to ask who he’s calling when you hear Savin’s voice from the other end.

“Savin QAQ, I should make myself clear. If Miss Chips no longer wants me, I’ll definitely chase after her. When that happens, help me take care of the bag of chips behind the television, the jelly and yogurt in the garage cabinet, and the instant noodles in the guitar case QAQ. Remember to collect the parcel of snacks that hasn’t arrived yet. Miss Chip’s name should be on it. Don’t let them pile up QAQ.” Despondent, Kiro hands Savin... information that can be used against him.

You watch as he hangs up. You sigh, tousling his hair. “Don’t worry Kiro, I’ll never not want you~”

“Really?” His watery blue eyes stare at you as you nod. 

“Miss Chips QwQ” Kiro rushes to hug you tightly. You return the hug, and he eventually falls asleep in your arms.

[Message from Savin:] I took a recording of what you said... you and your snacks are done for 🙂

[ SHAW ]

You collect a drunken Shaw from Adam. 

A drunk Shaw is different from his typical arrogant and despotic self, and even carries a certain agreeability that comes with typical university students.

You pat his head. “Shaw, let’s go to sleep.”

With his eyes closed, he mutters, “I don’t want to. Sister, don’t look down on me.”

You freeze. Most of the time, the notion of looking down on each other is tossed around in a joking manner. “Do I look down on you?”

Hearing this, Shaw purses his lips. “You always call me ‘Little Brother”. Aren’t you looking down on me for being younger...”

“I’m not. I’m just teasing you.” You respond quickly.

“You also say that I’m childish.”

“...don’t I complement you?” 

“Wait till I’m of marriageable age, then I’ll marry you!”

You don’t respond.

He opens his eyes, looking at you both hazily and seriously. “Will you wait for me?” 

“I will.”

With your affirmative answer, Shaw hugs you, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “You’re mine for the rest of this lifetime!”

You lower your head, returning the hug. “All right.”

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[allthingskakashi]

Could I request a scenario of Kakashi with his wife (fem!reader) and their young baby saying "daddy" for the first time? Doesn't need to be long just what some fluff to warm our hearts because Dad!Kakashi is one of my weaknesses. Don't need to rush, take your time, if for some reason you don't feel like writing it just ignore this ask. (Sorry if there's something you didn't understand, English is not my first language)

Don't worry, i understood you just fine, your english was flawless! :)) I'm sorry this took so long but thank you so much for being patient with me! I really hope i can make this worth the wait

• A Sprinkle of Blessing •

[ Kakashi x Reader]

a/n : Ahh I'm sorry i went off track for so long before getting to the actual scenario, i just wanted to give the story some background. Buuut since you said you love Dad Kakashi, I'm hoping you wouldn't mind

You sit on the edge of your bed, willing your body into keeping you from plonking back onto the welcoming arms of the mattress with every bit of your strength. You rub your eyes, ignoring the persistent throb in your temples. Feeling around for your slippers with your feet, you slide them on and get up to make your way to the kitchen. Your bathrobe hangs loosely from your shoulders, ends of the belt falling free, untied.

You stagger towards the kitchen with your eyes half closed and let out a wide yawn. You can’t remember the last time you got a good night’s sleep. Sleep is such a rare commodity these days, you’ve learnt how to take naps even as your body powers through the mundane chores of human existence. Like at this very moment. Every muscle that forms you aches, you’re so tired, been tired for what feels like ages now. Your uncombed hair is strewn all over your face. You know you look like crap but you don’t have the tenacity to care. Having a new born requires more work than an S-rank mission, and you’ve barely had the time or capacity to look after yourself.

Although if it weren’t for Kakashi, you would’ve lost your sanity by now. He’s been the best through it all, a true companion.

He’s stayed up till odd hours to let you sleep through innumerable restless nights, strolling around the entire house with a bawling Sakumo in his arms, trying to rock him to sleep. You’ve woken up on countless mornings to the sight of your husband passed out on the couch, with your son finally asleep on his chest, drool leaking down both their mouths. It’s quite a sight and no matter how many times you’ve seen it, it’s one that always tugs at your heartstrings. There’s even a picture on the fridge, much to the copy ninja’s mortification.

Kakashi has gone out of his way to grow into his new role as a father. He’s changed diapers, sung off-tune lullabies and replaced his Icha Icha with books on parenting and fatherhood. In spite of his Hokage duties, he hasn’t slacked when it came to dedicating his time to baby Sakumo and also you, coming home early on most nights to cook you dinner, just so you could have a little respite.

“We’re in this together, y/n. You’ve already done so much, brought our child into the world, let me do my part now.”, he’d say to you whenever you tried to take on too much. You were both new to this, you made mistakes and you learnt from them, but you couldn’t imagine sharing this ride with anyone other than Kakashi.

In all fairness though, it wasn’t always a smooth ride. Many a night, Kakashi would wake up drenched in sweat, shaking and hyperventilating in the middle of the night because he had a nightmare about losing the both of you. And you’d hold him in your arms until he calmed down, assuring him again and again that no one would take you both away from him, nothing would snatch away those he held close, not this time. Then again sometimes it’d be you, breaking down in the middle of the day, sobbing uncontrollably and doubting yourself, thinking you aren’t good enough. And Kakashi would be right beside you, holding you tight and stroking your hair, whispering affirmations into your ear until you could breathe again. But no matter what came your way, you and Kakashi were together, getting each other through it all, and he was as amazing a father to your child as he was a husband to you.

One time when you’d felt particularly exhausted, he’d almost shoved you out of the house. “Go out and do something for yourself y/n, whatever relaxes your mind. I got everything under control here.” He’d said, but halfway through your way to the spa, you’d turned around and come back, not quite ready to part with your child yet. So, he’d drawn you a warm bath at home, lit your favourite candles and put your favourite music on, providing you the lavish spa experience within the very walls of your home.

Of course, it wasn’t all exhaustion and sleepless nights. This child meant everything to you and Kakashi, having him brought the two of you closer than ever. Watching him grow up in front of your eyes, raising him together, it filled you with a kind of joy very rarely relished in the blood-stained shinobi world that you lived in.

Right now, however, you just need your first hit of caffeine to give you the necessary jolt to get you through the day. You fumble around on the kitchen counter, trying to locate the coffeemaker with your sleep ridden eyes so you can brew a cup of coffee.

Your hands find the machine and you notice there’s freshly made coffee inside already. Kakashi.

You get ahold of a mug, every drop you pour into it filling your heart with the same warmth as the coffee your husband so thoughtfully made for you; as you wonder, not for the first time in your life, what you ever did to deserve this man as your husband.

Taking a blissful sip, you turn around to catch the father-son duo on the dining table ahead, your son such a striking image of his father, although with your hazel eyes. You lean back on the counter, watching Kakashi as he sits on the chair feeding spoonfuls of baby food to Sakumo, who’s perched on the table in front of him.

You watch one of the five kages, the invincible, internationally feared copy ninja baby talking in sing-gong voices, making all sorts of animal noises and hand gestures to your child, the sight turning your heart into a slimy mush. You can’t stop the hearty chuckle that escapes your mouth.

Kakashi turns to you, having only noticed you just now.

“Oh look! Mama’s awake! Good morning mama, say good morning mama!”, he croons, holding Sakumo’s tiny hand in his large ones and waving it at you.

You laugh, taking your weight off the counter and walking towards them with the mug of coffee in your hand.

“Good morning, my two precious boys” you sing, “and thanks for the coffee”, you say, kissing Kakashi on the mouth as you wipe a smear of wet baby food off his vest. You go on to plant a few kisses on baby Sakumo’s head, the silvery wisps of his hair tickling your lips, before sitting down on the chair beside Kakashi.

Kakashi goes back to feeding your son as you take the unopened newspaper sitting on the table and start flipping through the pages, letting every sip of coffee energize your soul.

“Open wide, here comes the choo choo!” You hear Kakashi chime as he continues to babble all sorts gibberish to your son while you read on, stifling a laugh that’s threatening to burst out of you.

This was another of the father and son’s routine every day. Kakashi would wake up before you, freshen Sakumo up and feed him his breakfast before leaving for work. It’d give you a few more hours to sleep every morning and you were very grateful for it.

“Open your mouth pup! Let dada feed you! Can you say dada? Da-da! Say da-da! Mama and Dada love you so much!” 

You smile to yourself, listening to the merriment in Kakashi’s voice. Having Sakumo had truly wiped out even the last remnants of darkness from his heart. He was a happy man now and you were a lucky woman.

You hear Sakumo making gurgling noises with his mouth, drool slobbering down the corners of his tiny mouth.

“Aw baby, come here, let mama clean you up” you look up from your newspaper and reach over, using his bib to wipe the drool off, before going back to the International section.

The caffeine has started to work its magic and you’re feeling better now.

“d…dd..ddda-da”

Another gurgling noise, but almost a clear enunciation this time. Your head shoots up, eyebrows rising up in shock and every other sense in your body suddenly heightened. Your eyes dart in Kakashi’s direction and you see the look on your face mirrored on his, his arm holding the spoon hanging mid-air.

“D-did he just…?” he stutters

“Sakumo, baby, what did you just say? Did you say dada? Can you say it again?” you sputter, your voice quavering as you hastily get up from your chair and come around to stand beside Kakashi, facing Sakumo.

“d..da-da”, Sakumo coos, even clearer this time, squealing and flailing his baby arms around.

Your let out a gasp, your hand shooting up to your mouth in surprise as you feel your eyes welling up and hot tears streaming down your cheeks. Your heart feels like it’s made of rainbow, you’re so overwhelmed with pure joy, you feel as if you’ve never known true joy before.

Kakashi is frozen is his place, you see his hands shaking before he tosses the spoon away and pulls his son into his lap, smothering his baby face with kisses. He holds Sakumo up in his arms, touching his forehead to his own.

“Pup!!!”, he exclaims in a gasp.

You rub Kakashi’s back with one hand and hold Sakumo’s little hand with the other. 

“You said dada! Yes, dada! Can you say it again?” you say, salty tears meeting your tongue inside your mouth as you speak.

“da-da”, Sakumo coos again on his father’s lap.

Kakashi looks up at you and you see a look you’ve never seen on his face before. His eyes are twinkling, shining brighter than the stars and his cheeks are glistened with tears. A grin trembles on his lips as he swiftly pulls you to him by your waist, burying his head in your stomach. His other hand holds Sakumo, clutching his son close to his chest on his lap.

You feel Kakashi’s shoulders rising and falling as you put one arm around each of your boys, weeping into Kakashi’s hair.

You crouch down by the chair now, hugging the two most precious people in your life close as you and Kakashi shower Sakumo as well as each other with an infinite string of kisses, between tears and laughter. 

Sakumo coos on, repeating his first proper word, squealing as his parents hug him, the three of you together, your own little family.

Soon enough, Sakumo is asleep on Kakashi’s lap, his squeals of laughter replaced by soft snoring as his full belly brings over a drowsiness in him. You scoop him up carefully and lay him down on his small bed, covering him up with his small shuriken printed blanket and placing a kiss on his forehead before leaving the nursery.

Sweeping the stray strands of hair away from your face and putting it up in a bun, you go back into the dining room to find Kakashi getting ready to leave.

“Leaving already? You’ve still got about a half an hour, don’t you?”, you call out to him, checking the time on the clock.

“There’s something I need to do”, he says, coming around to you and kissing your head.

You don’t ask him what it is, because you already know.

You ask him to wait for a minute, and disappear into the next room. Confusion materializes on his face, but he obliges.

You come back holding a few white lilies in your hands, ones that you’d grown yourself.

“Take these”, you say holding the flowers out to Kakashi.

He gapes at you, a look of surprise flashing through his eyes, before they soften and beam at you with a look that can only be described as that of pure love and gratitude.

“Thank you, y/n.” he says softly, taking the flowers from your hand with a kiss on your lips, and heading off towards the door.

You close the door behind him, and walk up to the window which allows you a view of the long winding road that ultimately leads to the Konoha Cemetery. You smile to yourself as Kakashi’s figure appears on the lane, there’s almost a bounce in the way he walks today, and you watch civilians on their way stop to bow to him in respect as he returns the gesture. You keep watching him, until his frame becomes a little dot along the meander, before disappearing completely.

Your heart is tinged bittersweet as you smile into the horizon, thinking of Kakashi. You think of how happy he must be today. How his eyes would sparkle, when he narrates to his father in a slightly wavering voice, about the first time his grandson Sakumo called his son “dad”.

And how he’d close his eyes in prayer ,thanking his father for watching over him and pouring his blessings down on his son’s little family; because what more could it be, than by a sprinkle of blessing from the White Fang himself, that baby Sakumo would say his first words to his father on the very day of the departed warrior’s birth anniversary?

[bitchiha]

Can you do some fluff headcanons for Kakashi and his gf ? ❣️

A/N: So I really just dyed my hair blonde.. and it looks.. interesting to say the least..

Also, I’m so hyped I got this request I love Kakashi 😫 So I will project all this relationship yearning into this headcanon:

✎ Kakashi Fluff Headcanons

A lil heads up: in order to date kakashi in the first place I think you’d need to have an understanding that he has had a lot of emotional trauma, so it will take him a while to actually fully adjust to a relationship. Just for the sake of these being fluffy hc’s I didn’t really take into account a lot of the angsty shit bc than that would have defeated the purpose but anyways I did try my best

So idc what anyone says Kakashi will be a clingy and horny piece of shit when you start dating. Like he lives for physical contact. I’m convinced both him and Yamato are touch starved. So anyways, what that means is that he loves cuddling. Always wants to be the big spoon, he loves being the big spoon. Will wrap an arm and a leg around you and he will attach himself like a suction cup. Also really Likes burying his head in your neck, bonus if your hair is down.

He loves showing you affection, but if you wanna show him affection? He will die of happiness. Like you wanna come over to the couch and lay down with your legs on his lap? He’ll Melt. Give him hugs from behind? He’s melting alright. Oh boy and if you take care of him after a mission.. you will have him in the palm of your hand for the rest of your life. Like you wanna clean up his wounds and start a shower for him, then play with his hair till he falls asleep? He will become the biggest simp.

He’s also bomb at cooking and he also loves to show off to you tbh. Therefore, he will cook for you whenever he can and the food will be amazing. He also prefers staying at home rather than going out on dates. He’s just that type to want to relax on the couch with his s/o and watch a movie or read a book while cuddling. It’s probably because he’s always busy with Team 7 or he’s on a mission, so when he isn’t he wants to cherish that time to relax.

Secretly adores sitting on the roof of the apartment and talking for a long time. He really likes when you two stay up late just talking. Loves the sound of your voice and will sometimes just make you talk the whole time so he can listen to you.

When he’s away on long missions he’s thinking about you alright, a lot. Like when his squad sets up camp for the night and he lays down to watch the clouds in the dark sky, he’ll think about you and all the conversations you’ve had together on his roof. Will probably cuddle his pillow to make up for the empty space next to him. Or if something crazy happens he thinks about what your reaction will be like when he tells you about it. He’s kinda like a lost puppy, but refuses to let anyone else know that.

As I said before, mans clingy. So when he feels like you’re not getting enough time together because he’s on missions or both of you are just busy, he will bring you with him to train team 7. Don’t get me wrong, team 7 loves you, but when they see kakashi has brought you along to a training day they internally scream because they know he is gonna give them some next level hard shit. They know it’s because he’s trying to keep them busy and finesse some free time with you.

But if he doesn’t bring you along for training, If you stop by to bring him lunch or something like that he will be so happy. He’ll act all cool about it when he’s infront of his squad but when he comes home he will thank you with cuddles or kisses. Also, if you swing by and bring the whole team some food, they will all love you forever.

PDA is a tricky thing with him, for starters he’s always wearing his mask outside so he doesn’t really give you any kisses while in public. He doesn’t mind holding hands but he really likes having an arm around you instead. Whether it’s on your back or around your waist. He loves it 10/10.

When you’re at home and the mask is off, you can expect to be smothered in kisses for a good couple of minutes. He’s just making up for the time could have kissed you when the mask was on. Loves to give neck kisses and forehead kisses, but he loves when you give him kisses on his nose or his forehead and literally anywhere else, but the forehead is his fav.

He can be very trusting with you but can also be the opposite at times as well. He doesn’t want you going on super hard missions and will probably ask you more than once to reconsider. Probably because a) he doesn’t want to lose you, he’s lost a lot of people close to him already and b) if the enemy has run Into Kakashi before and they find out you’re dating him, they would probably more than enjoy the opportunity to take the Copy Ninjas s/o away from him. If you still insist you want to go, he’ll send Pakkun out to tail you in secret, but will feel guilty afterwards. On the other hand though, he has no problem having you hang out with other guys, he’s not the jealous type at all. He fully trusts you and the relationship, but will step in if he can sense you’re uncomfortable.

He can pick up on whenever you’re upset or If there is change to your mood. At first he won’t pry, but when he notices it getting worse he will ask what’s wrong. He wants to help figure it out and doesn’t want to see his s/o upset, especially if there is a way he can stop it. I also think he’s good at talking about emotions and dealing with them for the most part. I mean he has to deal with Naruto, Sakura, Sai and Sasukes emo hours so he has experience.

For gifts he goes with the classics: flowers, jewelry and chocolate. He gets all his romantic tips off of Makeout Paradise and all his other books so expect the most cliche gifts or the most questionable ones.

To conclude, I feel like Kakashi would be a great boyfriend, 100%

[fatbottombucky]

So Handsome *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Requested by @dandelionfluffss Chubby Bucky x female reader and he comes in to the kitchen and she’s standing there half asleep, cup of coffee in her hands, one of his sweaters hanging off her shoulder, hair a mess. And she looks so utterly precious he just m e l t s. Next day? She walks in and he’s doing the crossword or some shit, loose hair hanging, brow furrowed. He’s muttering under his breath, tapping the paper. And she can’t help but smother that pretty boy in some affection. Kthxily

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x [F]Reader

Rating: Teen [PG-13]

Warnings: F L U F F !

The morning light comes streaming through the sheer curtains, the hustle and bustle of NYC street life buzzing through the open window. Somehow the noise is calming, maybe only to him. The noise represents that life is still happening, nothing has changed- except him, of course. 

Mornings are Bucky’s favourite part of the day. The laziness of it all, the slow movements to get out bed. The tiredness of starting a new day, the subtle ache of a coffee headache forming. They’re so much better when he gets to wake up beside you, seeing your messy hair and languid movements, it makes waking up so much more exciting. 

So he’s curious when he rolls over, expecting to see you still asleep, only your side is empty. Still warm, but empty. He’s forced to sit up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawning, frowning because he can’t hear you in the ensuite. You’re never up before him, Hell must’ve frozen over. 

Padding quietly to the kitchen and that’s where he finds you. Hair a mess, hands tightly wrapped around a mug of tea and a purple sweater draped over your frame. Perfection is the word he’d use to describe you like this, an absolute vision to the eyes. 

 He’ll never get tired of seeing you in his clothes. He used to be self-conscious of them, never wanted anyone to see the label that marked ‘XXL’. Of course, his broad shoulders and biceps account to the double X’s, but admittedly the second ‘X’ came from the slight tummy he acquired. Sam told him to not beat himself up over it and he tries not to, it’s easy to gain weight, especially when you’ve never had Doritos before and now you’ve got access to them 24/7. Sam even tells him that he’s healthy now, Hydra hardly fed him and made him always be at peak fitness, but he wasn’t healthy. Then he was on the run and, admittedly, being homeless didn’t exactly do well for a Super Soldier. 

It’s normal to have a tummy, is what Bucky keeps reminding himself. But when you’re a superhero and your bestfriend is ex-Captain America with a body of a literal Athlete, it’s hard to think you’re irresistible. 

Then you came along. Bucky resented how you made him feel. Good. All smiley, happy and just nice, it used to make him scoff. Used to roll his eyes when you complimented him, touching his human bicep and squeezing with a gasp, constantly telling him that he can have any woman. Then one day you heard him complain about his extra weight, simple comment of saying how he needs to hit the gym more than once a day. 

It was like a floodgate opened because you just word vomited everywhere. Told him how pretty he was, that he shouldn’t change a thing- unless it did make him happy. Told him how strong he is, yet how soft he looks too. Complimented his outfits, how you liked him tight shirts, and also baggy sweaters. It was then that Bucky realised you had a crush, not just a girl liking a dude way, but a serious crush. 

Now here you are, standing in his kitchen, looking like a messy angel in his sweater. It hangs off your shoulder and swamps your entire being. But damn you look cosy. 

“Oh, no,” Bucky snaps out of his hazy thoughts, “Bucky Barnes is thinking again, this can’t be good.” 

He huffs a laugh through his nostrils, you sip your tea with an eyebrow quirk. Your eyes watching as he walks into the kitchen, grabbing a Star Wars mug and making himself a coffee. It’s a blissful morning silence as you watch Bucky Barnes do the most mundane task, yet he looks so effortless. 

“You’re up early,” it’s a statement, he leans his hip against the counter and looks down at you, crossing his arms over his chest- an effortless sight to behold. “Did Hell freeze over? Has the Apocalypse started? I can’t hear the four horsemen.” 

An eye-roll from you has Bucky laughing, “Funny. You left the window open last night, fucking pigeons woke me up by our window.” Bucky smiles, muttering an apology, “It’s okay, you’re a furnace but them pigeons.”

Bucky sets his cup down and pulls you to him, wrapping arms around your waist and kissing your temple. You smile and lean up, capturing his lips with your own. You pull away after a moment, watching as Bucky enjoys another sip of his coffee, your hands lightly tracing over his chest and tummy. 

“I’ve gotta get ready, Sam’s coming round with Stevie,” you sigh softly, “gotta bake some bread for the old man.”

You walk off to take a shower, leaving Bucky to start his own routine of getting ready- which won’t happen till, at least, 15 minutes before the guys arrive. He sets about doing the dishes first, slowly pulling out the ones from the dishwasher and putting them away, then he starts refilling it and washing the drink glasses. 

By the time you’re done, Bucky has done the dishes and folded the laundry, also gotten dressed. He sits on the sofa, chewing the end of a pen and intensely staring down at the book folded in his lap. Crossword puzzles, his favourite pass time and it keeps his brain busy. His hair is framing his face, constantly falling out from behind his ear and he’s muttering to himself. 

You love this dork, a lot. A dark mahogany Henley grips to his frame, defining his shoulders and biceps, wraps snuggly around the tummy and tucked neatly into his dark jeans. An overwhelming sense of adoration and pride rattles through you, you walk up behind the sofa and wrap your arms around his neck. He doesn’t jump at the contact, possibly because he knew you was there; admiring him from the bedroom door, he doesn’t say anything about it. 

You kiss his scruffy jaw, pressing your lips to it and lingering there, not moving and it causes Bucky to chuckle lightly to himself. Your hands tap his chest lightly, your face nuzzling into his neck as he continues to crack the crossword, unphased by your sudden attention. 

“You’re so handsome, you know that?” 

“Yeah, some crazy lady keeps annoyingly telling me whilst I do crosswords,” he answers back without missing a beat, his quick banter would make anyone frown but the blush that hides underneath the whiskers of hair makes you smile. 

“Wow.” You mutter whilst looking at him, he turns his head to look at you, “after all this time you still cannot take a compliment,” he gives you a look but you peck his lips softly. 

“Shu’up,” Bucky mutters, you grin softly and kiss his cheek, “you make me nervous, stop it I gotta finish this before Steve arrives.”

You run your hands down his biceps, rubbing them softly and Bucky sighs, looking up at you. “Sorry,” you shyly whisper and he only puckers his lips, “you’re just so...”

“Handsome?” He leans up and kisses you firmly.

[gemstoneconstellations]

Kittens and Bottles

Summary: Your happy life with your favorite cat and favorite hero. This is a small continuation of here.

Wordcount:2644

  You have the best cat in the entire world. Here are the reasons why.

She’s adorable; the cutest fur baby. She’s fluffy, sleek, and mews in the most adorable way.

She is cuddly. Not many cats let you rub your face into their bellies as much as you want. But she does; in fact, she will make you cuddle her belly. If you aren’t careful, you could die in your sleep from her smothering you. It would be a happy death.

She found you a boyfriend. A hot, sassy, sexy, funny, pro-hero boyfriend.

It’s been nearly a year since Kuiper’s escape tactics had been discovered and now you were  happily co-parenting her with Hitoshi. It was pure bliss. Everything has been going so nicely. Hitoshi pretty much lived with you at this point; he really only used his apartment used to store his things and some of his clothes. Coming home to his sleepy, handsome face has been really nice.

His job as a pro-hero does put a damper on things sometimes. He is often changing his bandages in your living room and sometimes had to leave abruptly for emergencies. But he always makes sure that the two of you can spend some proper time together. You get to cuddle him when you go to bed, before he leaves for work; he would wait for you to fall asleep in his arms before leaving. But the best part is when he comes back.

That night, you woke up to a hand massaging your hip, a familiar chest pressed to your back and lips on your neck. He gently sucked on your skin, making you giggle. “Hmm, Hitoshi, that tickles.” Hitoshi hummed into your shoulder, continuing to kiss you, his thumb pressing into your lower back. You opened your eyes to see the clock showing that it was early in the morning. “Did you just get back?”

Hitoshi wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body closer to his as he nuzzled your hair. “Yeah… I think you should always wear my shirts. Nothing else…” You bit your lower lip as his hands wandered into said shirt. Teeth dragged across your neck, causing your toes to curl.

You gasped and opened your eyes to look for the special, small foil package in the nightstand. Only to see your Kuiper sitting in the middle of the room, watching the two of you. “Hitoshi.” Your boyfriend hummed but didn’t stop, his fingers venturing lower. “She’s watching us…”

“___.”

“Yes-” A haze took over you as Hitoshi used his quirk.

“Now, hold still for Daddy while I put our nosy fur baby to bed.” He rose from the bed and picked up Kuiper. She mewed at him, unhappy about being picked up and pushed out of the room. You almost felt kind of guilty as you listened to her voice her displeasure behind the closed door.

The bed dipped and you felt your body being moved, your ankles placed on Hitoshi’s shoulders and your clothing being pulled away. “Now, it’s time for Daddy to play~”

~

You sighed with relief, your stiff and sore muscles now relaxed  after a nice hot shower. A soft towel wrapped around you, you hit the switch to turn on the fan to get rid of the humidity but nothing happened. You tried flipping the switch on and off, but still nothing happened. Great, you’ll have to call the landlord later, but for now, you just opened the small window to let in fresh air.

Wiping away the fog on the mirror, you were about to dry your hair when something caught your eye. “Hitoshi!”

“I didn’t do it!” Your boyfriend shouted, most likely from the bedroom.

You run your fingers down your poor, abused neck. “Then why do I have a bunch of hickies on my neck?”

Hitoshi appeared, shirtless, beside you in the mirror and leaned down to kiss one of the offending marks on the base of your neck. “I may have done that.” He continued to kiss you, pulling you closer to him.

You almost melted into him, till you felt tugging at your towel. You jokingly shoved Hitoshi away from you. “No way mister, I have work and you need to go to bed.” He stepped back into your space, despite your rejection.

“Nah,” Hitoshi’s hands seemed to have a mind of their own and were wondering your body again, squeezing your butt under the towel. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I think we should both go to bed.” 

You shake your head at him and turn him around, realizing then that he wasn’t just shirtless. “Hitoshi, at least put some boxers on. We have young kitty eyes watching us.”

“Oh, I see who your favorite is. She can walk around naked but I can’t.” The two of you kept bantering back and forth. You were nearly late to work but you couldn’t help the smile that seemed to permanently pull on your face.

The open window in the bathroom long forgotten.

~

“I’m telling you, you don’t need to give her a treat every time she meows at you. She just got her weight down.” You were laying on Hitoshi’s side; the two of you were just lounging on your couch together today. Kuiper was stretched out over both of your laps, her slightly round belly exposed. Hitoshi opened his mouth and you could see the stupid word forming. “Say it, I dare you.”

He just laughed, leaning his head back on the couch with his eyes shut. “I can’t help but spoil her. She’s too cute.”

“Uh huh. At least you’ve stopped dressing her up in ugly bows.” You pinched his side as he laughed more. Kuiper seemed to have enough of the two of you moving so much and left your laps.

Now free from kitty petting obligations, Hitoshi pulled you closer into his lap and whispered in your ear. “I’m more into undressing you now.” He starts to shower your face and neck with kisses till he thought it would be a great idea to blow a raspberry on the junction of your neck. You snort and try to push his face away. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, thank you. The cold has been going around in the office lately.” You’d woken up this morning with a stuffy nose, nausea, and a heavy body. Hitoshi had to convince you to stay home by bribing you with snuggles and being waited on hand and foot. The two of you had sat together wrapped in warm blankets, watching movies and petting your spoiled kitty all day.

“I’ll buy some weight control food for her on my way home today.” Hitoshi ran his fingers through your hair as you tried to sleep. You groan when he tried to pull away, not ready for him to leave yet. Hitoshi chuckled, holding you closer to him. “Now who is acting spoiled. Five more minutes and then I have to go.” You hummed in agreement but that didn’t stop you from clinging onto him later.

~

“Okay, I know you are tired, but I can’t find my capture weapon.” You groaned, exhausted from the long week you’d had. You were so fatigued; that cold had really kicked your ass and your body was still recovering. You’d spent all day trying not to fall asleep, to finally come home to your comfy bed only to find Hitoshi frantically looking around the room and asking for help. 

You pulled the blankets more tightly around you. “Noooooo.” 

Hitoshi chuckled, getting down on his knees beside the bed and petting your head. “Okay kitten, but have you seen my capture weapon? I swear, I put it on the nightstand this morning.” 

Thinking about it now, you might have seen it in the living room with Kuiper. “Find the real kitty, I think the fur baby was playing with it again.” Hitoshi hummed, his hot fingers massaging the back of your neck. Your eyes closed again. It was so nice to have someone else take care of you when you’re down. You feel a press of lips on your forehead as you drifted off to sleep.

As you suggested, Hitoshi went to look for the now slightly round black kitty. He swears that he isn’t giving her more treats… at least he doesn’t think he is. He looked in the living room, calling the kitty’s name till he heard her meow form the kitty climbing tree. Inside the small cubby at the base, Hitoshi found his scarf. Kuiper was lying in the middle of what looked like a nest. “What you doing, pretty girl? You can’t have that.”

He pulled Kuiper out of the nest and she purred in his arm as he grabbed his capture weapon. There was more than just his scarf though; socks, two shirts, and a random pair of boxers also resided in the cubby. So that’s where those had gone. “What you doing with all this stuff, princess?” He asked the cat, who just purred against him.

~

“Hmmm…” You groan, looking down at the pants that just wouldn’t button. “Have I been gaining weight?” Turning to the side with your shirt up to expose your stomach, you frowned at the full length mirror. You pinch at your skin and sigh. 

Kuiper sat on your bed, watching you with her tail twitching. “Looks like both of us need to go on a diet. Maybe I’ll even get you a kitty leash and we can go for walks.” Even though you’d switched her food to a less fattening kind, she still seemed to be growing. You’d gotten rid of all the treats and Hitoshi swears that he isn’t giving her any more. Plus, she has been more demanding of attention, even at night.

Giving up on those pants, you dug through your closet, looking for some spandex pants instead. You’d finally found them when you heard the telltale sign of gagging. “Oh no, oh no. Hold it in Kuiper!” You rush over to pick up your cat and run her to the bathroom. Thankfully, you got her to the sink just in time for her to throw up, but you seemed to be a vomit sympathizer and could feel yourself getting nauseous as well. You were going to the kitchen for water when the front door opened.

“Hmm, now this is a greeting.” You jump as hands gripped at your butt; you were still only in a shirt and underwear. “I could get used to this.” 

You giggle as you pulled Hitoshi’s offending hands closer to make him hug you instead. “I see you’re back later than usual. Everything okay?”

Hitoshi yawned before laying his head on your shoulder. You smiled at how cute and cuddly Hitoshi gets when he’s sleepy. He won’t move from his spot if you don’t, so you start walking with him on you to put the sleepy boy to bed. “Yeah, there was just a raid that turned out larger than expected but it’s okay now. How was your morning?”

You pushed your boyfriend onto the bed; he gave you a dopey smile. “Kuiper seems to be sick, she’s puked twice today already. She puked yesterday too. I’m gonna take her to the vet.” 

Another yawn as he tiredly rolled over. “Poor baby, let me know how she is.”

“I will.” You found the spandex pants from before but paused before putting them on. “Hey, Toshi? Do you think I gained some weight?” There was no answer; you looked over to see him taking shallow breaths and letting out small snores. Dressed, you kissed him goodbye before taking Kuiper to see her vet. 

~

“I’m sorry… could you repeat that?” 

The vet handed over the test results while his other hand scratched Kuiper behind the ear. The kitty was purring so loudly, it was the only thing grounding you right now. “She’s not fat. She’s pregnant. I’d say about three weeks, entering her fourth.”

“But she hasn’t even had her first heat!” You’d wanted her to have kittens one day but had just been hoping that it would be when she was a little older. Is this what parents feel like when their teenage child tells them they are having a baby? You start to think that you’re going to throw up again. 

You fell back into your seat as the vet placed Kuiper back inside her carrier. “She is old enough to have had it. Is there a way she could have gotten out?”

“No, there’s…” Last month, when your fan had stopped working, suddenly came to mind. Your landlord didn’t come to fix it for two weeks so you would leave the window open. It was so high up that you didn’t think she would be able to… but then again, she had gone through the air vents to get to Hitoshi’s apartment. You sigh and smack your own forehead. You should have known. “Fuck.”

“Well, I’m surprised you didn’t notice this sooner, especially if she’s been nesting. Gaining weight, puking, and being moody are all signs of pregnancy. She’ll be taking a lot more naps; it’s a lot of work making new life.” 

With Kuiper now in your arms again and some nausea medication for your apparently pregnant kitty, you leave the vet’s feeling a bit unsure. You sigh as you stop by a store to get some baby blankets for Kuiper; she can’t keep stealing shirts and Hitoshi’s scarf to have her kittens on. There’s a lot you needed to prepare for with so little time. “Right, should mark down her expected due date.” You looked at your phone calendar to enter it in when you noticed something; you’d forgotten to mark your own period this month. Wait…when was it?

~ 

Hitoshi entered the kitchen yawning. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you cooked dinner. “Hey.”

“Good evening, my love. Feel better?” You leaned your head against his, your hand weaving through his lavender locks.

He was practically purring against you. “Nah. I could sleep some more, but something smelled good.”

Trying to keep your voice even so as to not give anything away, you focused on cooking again. “Hmm, well now that you are up, do you think you could go to your apartment? I could hear her lonely meows but I didn’t want to leave the food.”

Hitoshi stepped back to stretch and yawn one more time. “I thought we closed those vents? Yeah, I’ll pick up the princess.” You bit your lower lip to hide your smile as he left the room.

You waited a few minutes till Hitoshi came barging back into the room, holding up Kuiper in a panic, a small note in his hand. “___! Kuiper’s pregnant?!” 

You didn’t look at him as you continued to cook. “Yeah, her too.”

 “Too?” You turned to him and placed a sonogram in his free hand. Hitoshi’s eyes widened, looking down at your hand now resting on your stomach. 

You smile at him as he placed Kuiper down on the ground, staring at the small picture of your eight-week-old fetus. “Mmhmm, too.”

Next thing you know, you are being spun in the air and kissed deeply by your ecstatic boyfriend. The rest of the night, Hitoshi was buzzing, his hand not leaving your stomach, even when you two were eating dinner.

The two of you laid together in bed, Kuiper against your chest and Hitoshi pressed against your back as he stroked circles around your stomach. “___.” You turned your head to face him as he whispered in your ear. “Marry me.”

You turned back to your cat, petting her as she purred in her sleep. “Nah.” You felt him go stiff and you turned back to him with a smirk, snickering. You kiss his forehead. “Kidding, yes.”

[smile4imagines]

Your blog is absolutely blessed,,, would you mind writing how Habit, Tiff, Lulia, and Trencil would comfort the reader after they've had a bad day? (You can make it either platonic or romantic, whichever one you want!) Thank you!!

aww thank you! i LOVE comfort hc’s so this one will be a blast hehe

(these are romantic by the way, so if you want a platonic one just send an ask and i’ll make another, more platonic post!) 

Boris Habit, Tiff Webber, Lulia Fame, and Trencil Varrnia comforting an s/o after a bad day! 

Boris Habit

he knows that somethings up before you even get home 

he can just tell, like a weird 6th sense or something, he can always tell when you’re down

the second you get home he’s all over you, smothering you in kisses and compliments and nuzzling you! 

he hates seeing you sad so he wants to do everything he possibly can to make you feel better! he’ll let you vent for HOURS about your day, and listens to every little detail. he nods along and gasps at certain parts, he’s just such a good listener 

definitely tries to cheer you up by putting on a puppet show with the lil habit puppet, complete with bad jokes and laugh tracks for your viewing pleasure! 

will NOT be satisfied till he sees at least ONE smile. just one little smile! he just wants to make sure you’re ok! 

on a more serious note, he IS worried about you, and he’ll let you cuddle him or sit in his lap and he’ll pet your hair until you fall asleep or tell you everything he loves about you until he’s completely out of breath (and he loves a LOT of things about you)

honestly? you never really have a bad day with habit around, and he makes sure of that

Tiff Webber

she feels SO bad when she sees you in a bad mood, she’ll do anything to make you feel better!

absolutely takes you into her room and sings for you. her soft voice is guaranteed to put anyone in a good mood, so you won’t feel bad for long!

however, if the singing doesn’t work, she likes to play with your hair or do your make up or paint your nails for you while you vent to her. she’s a firm believer that if you feel good about yourself, you can get through any bad day! 

she gives you space if you need it, but if you want to, she’ll cuddle with you, and hum a little tune as she plays with your hair or your hands

if you talk about something specific that bothers you, she’ll keep a note of that and makes sure you won’t have to deal with it anymore. do crowds give you anxiety? she gives you private seats away from the crowds at her shows and always books more secluded areas for your dates. someone bothering you? she tries to make sure they won’t bother you again, but if she can’t she always lends an ear when you wanna talk some smack about them. 

Tiff is the ultimate comfort when you’re feeling down in the dumps, you always have a shoulder to lean on with her around

Lulia Fame 

Lulia also sings for you! she sings about how much she loves you and how perfect you are and how lucky she is to have you..

always makes you feel good about yourself, no matter how low your self esteem is with all the compliments she’s dishing out you’ll never be insecure again

when you tell her about how bad your day was, she doesn’t just listen. she gets invested 

she keeps tabs on names of people that made you upset, dramatically gasps at certain parts of your vent, and reminds you that no matter what got you down, your’re still a bright and shining star in her eyes! 

broods with you when you brood. if you’re crying she’ll bring you tissues and ice cream and silently cry right alongside you. after all, sometimes the best way to cheer up is to just cry and let all those negative emotions out 

Lulia’s the best person to cry with because she’s been there and she knows what it feels like to be so depressed you don’t wanna move, she knows what to do and how to make it at least a little bit better

Trencil Varnnia

tbh he doesn’t know... exactly what to do at first? 

he’s a bit awkward when it comes to, well everything, but he’s still a good listener!! 

he’ll take you somewhere dark and comfy, and cover you in blankets and pillows and make sure you’re comfortable all while reminding you just how much he loves you 

if you vent to him, he’s gonna give you the greatest and most fatherly advice you’ve ever HEARD 

seriously like no therapist could ever give such good advice

other than that, he just kinda lets you do your own thing. he’ll cuddle you if you ask, but he’s a bit stiff since he’s not exactly used to it

if you’re up for it, he’ll take you out to see his garden! it’s so beautiful and romantic, you can’t help but feel relaxed while surrounded by such beautiful colors and smells, and, well, him!

definitely pulls a move by putting a flower in your hair, then kissing you next to a rosebush 

[ethanfreakingdolan]

What If?

What if everyone on my course hates me?

What if all my roommates hate me?

What if I’m nowhere near as talented as everyone else and they ridicule me?

What if?

What if?

What if?

All Ethan had heard for the past week was all her what ifs about university. She was terrified, understandably. She was moving across the country away from everyone and everything she’s ever known, for at least the next three years. That’s some scary shit.

It seemed though, that no matter how hard Ethan tried he just couldn’t convince her everything would be okay, that everyone would love her and she was more than talented enough and qualified enough to be doing this course and following her dream. As though they weren’t the real problem.

When he came home slightly early one day to find her clutching a framed photo from their first date to her chest sobbing, he realised what they real problem was. She was scared he’d leave. He’d fall out of love the longer she was gone.

“Baby” he cooed walking towards her place on the bed. Her head shot up and she attempted to wipe her tears away before he gently grabbed her wrists and pulled her into him.

“You’re not gonna fall out of love with me will you? Like I’m not gonna go and be studying loads and definitely not partying because we both know I’ll be too focused on studying and thinking about you and waiting to come home to you, while you’re over here falling in love with some YouTuber girl who is gonna be in LA all year round and you can give your full attention too all the time right? Promise that won’t happen? Please.” The break in her voice at her last word word was simultaneous with the break in Ethan’s heart at her words.

“I won’t be going anywhere I’m afraid, can’t get rid of me that easy.” He chuckled trying to lighten the mood, quickly realising it didn’t really help.

“I won’t be falling in love with anyone else, because while you’re studying instead of partying, I’ll be waiting by the phone for you to finish studying or having ‘date nights’ over FaceTime which end up just being you propping me up to watch you study, and you teaching me like you do now anyway.” Pausing he wiped a few stray tears for her before continuing.

“I will love you till the end of times, and then forever more beyond the grave. I love the way you crinkle your nose when I point out things about you that are true you won’t admit to.” To which she proceeded to crinkle her nose in the same way.

“The way when you drink your tea in the morning you always have to do one sip where you stick your pinky out and pretend you’re the queen of England, the way you get upset if you forget your metal straws at coffee shops and will still refuse the plastic one and just suffer through it because you say the turtles are worth it, the way you always triple check you’ve got your reusable bags in the car before we go anywhere because they’re one thing you can’t leave behind and then end up leaving them in the car and having to run out the store to get them. As long as you can promise me that you leaving won’t change any of those things about you, then I can promise I will not fall in love with anyone else ever.” Her sobs had stopped around the point he made about her tea, now she was just staring up at him with adoration.

She thanked him and they pinky promised, another small thing he loved about her. She held a pinky promise in as high regard as a child would. He pulled her even tighter to his chest and started playing with her hair as she softly asked what else he loved about her, her curiosity getting the best of her, causing him to ramble on for an hour and a half before realising she’d fallen asleep.

Ethan reached for his phone, carefully not moving her resting body, to text Gray asking what he wanted for dinner. Receiving a rapid response from his twin who had clearly been waiting for something from Ethan, after hearing her sobs through the wall.

The doorbell and Grayson’s yells drew her out of the first real rest she’d had in a week. However Ethan greeting her with postmates was something she could really get used to.

“While you were asleep I sorted some food and a little surprise for you” a shit eating grin spreading across Ethan’s face. The long drawn out ‘Ethannnn’ something he’d become incredibly used to.

“A good one I promise! I booked a flight out to visit you at uni. For a week. Two weeks after you start.” Ethan became incredibly grateful he had already put the plates down, because the speed at which she launched herself at him would’ve definitely knocked them out of his hand. It definitely knocked the wind out him when she hit his chest. Wrapping her arms around his neck and jumping with her legs around his hips, smothering his face in small pecks.

Maybe they could make it through the next few years, maybe they really were endgame.

[spliinkles]

Not Enough

A link to my AO3 if ya’ll wanna check out the full work

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19342819?view_full_work=true

This is the 2nd part of my dadzawa fanfic, again, the link above will take you to the full work!

Word count: 4211

inspired by the ask @boghierophant gave me!!

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“You know the second he starts crawling, you’re done for.” A grunt. Nemuri sighed at the reply, taking a sip out of her drink. Her eyes fell to the two people on the ground; the smallest one, little Izuku, on his stomach and above loomed Shouta who sat cross legged beside his son, watching with almost hawk-like eyes. Nemuri wouldn’t exactly call it being overprotective… but honestly, that’s what it was- though, not like she’s complaining considering Izuku was so young (not to mention the sight was adorable.) And considering Shouta wasn’t exactly the type to really do anything when Nemuri was around except make coffee, Nemuri wasn’t about to complain.

Nemuri had only seen Izuku once before, back months ago just when they had brought little Izuku home. She had been enamoured by the small figure, surprised at how tiny he was- was he meant to be that tiny? Were all newborns that small? All the same, considering this was the second meeting, she was furthermore surprised on how big he had already grown- it reminded her of how kittens grew, and she silently laughed to herself- of course cats are the first animal she thinks of when it’s about Shouta’s kid.

She looked at the two intently, tuning back to her thoughts.

Izuku had barely hit three months old, so really, Shouta wouldn’t have to begin worrying about the aspect of crawling yet; though judging the distant look in his eye, the woman wouldn’t be surprised if Shouta wasn’t making mental notes to talk with Hizashi about starting to baby-proof the rooms more-so than they already were (she thanks whatever deity is out there that they weren’t crazy enough to child-lock every goddamn door yet).

It was also quite fascinating, watching the two of her friends looking after a child together and having received photo after photo of the said child all through her days- it made her heart swell in love for them all.

It was a welcomed sight, seeing them so happy- though more obvious in Hizashi, Nemuri could spot the twinkle in Shouta’s eyes, or the way the corner of his mouth would twitch whenever Izuku would do something. Had she not known the dark-haired man for almost a decade, she would never have guessed that he’d be someone who would want a child. The tired, slouchy man who barely spoke and preferred to stay in, yet against all odds, married the loudest, brightest sunflower and had a child with him- almost sounds like a tv drama, Nemuri noted.

Nemuri sneezed, though quick enough to use her hand to cover her mouth, “Jesus, sorry about that.” Shouta nodded his head at her, though kept his eyes on Izuku.

Her eyes focused as Shouta intently watched Izuku’s feeble attempt at raising his head, before it fell, leaving his curious green eyes to wander around the room, his failed attempt nothing but a distant memory.

Izuku’s eyes locked with Shouta’s- Izuku smiled.

“Ah god.” Shouta brought a hand to his face, hiding the obvious smile prodding onto his expression; Nemuri grinned along with him. According to Shouta, this was something Izuku had started doing- smiling. It was natural, something that came with the development of a baby, yet startling enough, the first time it occurred, Hizashi had started crying, a swell of emotion for his ‘little listener’ who merely kept the toothless grin on him, feet and hands waving slightly as he squeaked wordlessly.

Izuku’s smile was adorable. His chubby cheeks would flush, eyes squinting till they were almost closed, the expression bright and powerful for such a tiny thing. All he had to do was look at someone with his big green eyes and there it would be, his smile that could make the hardest of men crack under the intensity of it. “This has to be the cutest child I had ever damned met- like, are we sure this is yours?” Jokingly pushing her shoulder against his after taking a second to sit alongside the two, Shouta shot a glare, “I’ll have you know I was a cute baby.” “Oh? Care to give proof?” Shouta snorted, “For you to use as blackmail later? Yeah, no thanks.” Nemuri whined for a second, taking this time to wiggle a finger in front of Izuku’s vision; the movement fascinating him, “A shame, really.” she giggled as Izuku’s hand wavered above, barely reaching for her hand.

At the slight squeak that left Izuku’s mouth, he gave one last burst of energy enough to brush his tiny hands against Nemuri’s. Watching Izuku smile up at her at his victory, though she wouldn’t be surprised if he was only smiling because he had locked eyes with her, she grinned back, “God, if I weren’t a hero, I would’ve already snatched you away Izuku!” her voice raised, high pitched in a ‘baby’ tone fit to catch the said baby’s attention. Though Izuku merely continued onto his smiling endeavours, she heard a grunt beside her.

She turned her attention to the smaller man, dark eyes connecting with a fiery passion Nemuri only saw when he was determined, “Yeah, you heard me stink man.” Nemuri smirked, looking down as Shouta barely moved, barely blinked- like a statue. They kept this was for what seemed like minutes until Shouta smirked himself, the creepy toothy grin that looked too weird underneath his droopy eyes.

Shouta tilted his head, and Nemuri watched as his eyes drifted from hers to his son’s, “I want you to listen to me Izuku.” Shouta started, voice flat. Nemuri would’ve cracked up at the serious tone, as if Shouta was talking to an adult, had Shouta had not continued with “When you see this woman, I want you to cry immediately.”

Nemuri gasped, offended.

Izuku blinked.

“Yeah, you tell him Izuku! Let Auntie Nemuri love you!” with enough energy, she shoved Shouta down, enough for the man to fall from his position with a dedicated ‘umph’. By the time Shouta recovered, dark eyes squinting and mouth twitching downwards into a deeper frown, Nemuri had already scooped up Izuku, placing him on her chest and her hand resting upon his head as she smiled down at the fallen man, “He’s mine now, Shouta.” “Get your own child.” Nemuri huffed, “You’ve already got Hizashi, can’t you let me have Izuku?” “Hizashi is not a child.” “Could’ve fooled me.” The woman watched as Shouta closed his mouth, retort seemingly dying in his throat, “I can’t believe Shouta’s looking after not one but TWO children.” Nemuri added, smirking at the lack of response from Shouta as the man neither denied nor confirmed her statement.

He looked away, leaving Nemuri to burst out in a boisterous laugh, clutching carefully as Izuku merely babbled in her grasp. Beside her, Shouta smiled.

Yeah, it was a welcomed sight indeed.

***

Over the course of the next few days, life continued as normal; during the morning, Hizashi would go for patrol for a good portion of the day, usually tending between four to five hours, before coming home, usually to Izuku curled up on Shouta’s chest as the man read, or wrote reports (the luxury life of a hero). From there, they would have almost half a day to themselves before Shouta had to leave for his patrol during most of the night, much to Hizashi’s disappointment ‘I just wanna cuddle you, Sho!’

It was fast paced, but manageable.

Shouta remembered the first time Hizashi had to go back to work after bringing Izuku home. It had been only five days, yet five was enough for Hizashi to almost quit his life as a hero where he stood; Shouta knew Hizashi had a knack of doing things impulsively however, and had already confiscated the phones before Hizashi could even attempt to ring and go through with it, much to Hizashi’s disappointment.

He remembered Hizashi on the verge of tears, a worried look plastered on his face as he quite literally shuffled to the door, one antagonising small step at a time, hoping to catch Shouta in his puppy dog eyes; Shouta wouldn’t having it, however.

Time almost seemed to jump from the second he left to when he came back though, and soon enough he found himself smothered by Hizashi’s kisses, before the man held Izuku and wept, ‘I missed you two so much!’ Shouta would be lying if he said he didn’t feel touched by Hizashi’s love.

One of the main things he remembers though, is turning around to Hizashi after he calmed down and asking, “See? That wasn’t so bad now as it?” the look Hizashi gave him silenced him immediately. “I don’t know how other people do it, Shouta,” Hizashi had started, a waver to his voice, “every second was like a nightmare- I felt so scared for you both, I don’t even know how to describe it.”

Shouta had blinked at that.

“You wait till you have your patrol, Shouta, you’ll see.”

Shouta doubted that- he trusted Hizashi to look after Izuku and it was only for five hours- they’d be fine.

It took a little under a minute for Shouta to take those words back after he closed the door to the apartment for his patrol.

He fucking loathed it.

He physically had to stop himself from turning back there and then before calming down and starting on his normal route.

Didn’t stop him from being on edge, however. The creeping thoughts, the ‘what if’s’ that seemed to haunt his every action. Every step took him one step further away from his home, away from Hizashi- away from his son.

He counted every second, all 18000 of them.

The second he opened that door, he connected eyes with Hizashi, who merely opened up his blanket from where he sat from the couch, Izuku on his chest fast asleep- It was like a weight lifted off his shoulders, a relief that had left him full force, quick enough to make him feel lightheaded if not just for a second, before he made his way over, not caring to ask why Hizashi had stayed up until the early hours of the morning (he knew why and his heart swelled at the thought).

There were no words exchanged, just the feeling of understanding.

It had gotten better, more often than not. The constant patrols, though something they had become so used to before Izuku, now had new meaning, a new type of patience they both had to learn- to adapt to. It was an almost sense of belonging, that they did this for a bigger cause now that they had a child of their own. Easy enough, most criminals they came to capture had only been petty thieves among most, another two having been fighting in front of a pub, both wasted off their heads- Shouta very much disliked those kinds of people.

Fast paced, but manageable all the same.

However, something was off.

Shouta didn’t know what.

Today, Shouta knew it was one of those days. The kind where he woke up and just knew something was going to happen, whether good or bad. Whether it’ll be the water in the shower was cold instead of warm, or maybe he’d find out his patrol was cancelled- one thing was all it would take for Shouta to just know. Shouta didn’t like these days, no, they were unpredictable and caused too much trouble for him.

Yet he trudged on.

Hizashi had already left for his patrol, many hours ago. In fact, he knew he’d be home in little under half an hour. Izuku was quietly on the ground on one of the sensory blankets Hizashi had got him, one that was soft like silk, yet warm and thick. Shouta found it easy for Izuku to simply lie there for a while, at least until he was hungry- In thinking that, the black-haired man turned to the formula for Izuku’s meal, quickly testing the bottle onto his skin before deeming it acceptable enough for his son before making his way over, shaking the bottle in front of Izuku.

He watched Izuku’s eyes snap over to him and smile, hands flailing, as well as his legs; Shouta smiled alongside him.

He quickly bundled the small figure, before beginning to feed. Bottle-feeding Izuku had been a challenge at the start. Whilst doctors recommended Izuku be breast-fed the first couple of days, something in which Midoriya Inko had been happy to do until Shouta and Hizashi had taken him home, getting Izuku to drink from the bottle was an experience.

More often that not for the first three to four times, Izuku had barely drank it- just enough for them to wait half and hour before trying again. It was normal- it was an adjustment Izuku had to make; it took nearly a week for Izuku to properly feed onto a whole bottle at one time.

Which made Shouta pause when Izuku spat out the bottle, merely second after drinking. “No? You know it’s your feeding time, Izuku.” Shouta whispered, giving pause for several seconds before tying again- POP! The bottle spat out once more, much to Shouta’s worry. The man looked at Izuku’s face, noting nothing of any difference- Was Izuku being problematic? “Ok p-problem child, we’ll try once more.” The sound of those words gave him an ugly feeling, noting the word problem- he probably shouldn’t say that again.

It quickly became a problem once Izuku seemed to refuse once more.

Shouta felt the realisation crawling up his bad- this was his sign. Today was going to be a bad day.

He felt his anxiety spike, if not just for a second at the thought, though he took a couple deep breaths, enough to calm him. He’s dealt with this before, he started, he can do this- a whine. Shouta looked down, watching Izuku squirm from his blanket, “Oh.” Shouta’s dealt with this before- hasn’t.

Shouta took another breath in, though this time longer- deeper. He can do this, he just has to keep Izuku happy, just until Hizashi got home- two people are better than one, he can do this. The man stood, slowly unravelling Izuku from the blanket, and placing the tiny figure onto the sensory blanket, that was overrun with small noises and fabrics that crinkled and twinkled at Izuku’s weight.

Izuku stopped his whining, body slack against the ground, wide eyes connecting with Shouta’s.

Shouta crouched down beside him, taking a couple seconds to watch- to simply observe. He had to be careful about this. Izuku’s eyes wandered, the curiosity so seemingly endless, no matter how often he’s put here to relax. Shouta picked up the edge of the blanket, one that crinkled under his touch- Izuku’s focus was immediately captured at it, enough that his hands waved slightly, towards the fabric. Shouta crinkled it once more.

Then a hiccup.

Shouta’s heart dropped, watching Izuku’s eyes glistening, hands dropping beside him, “Izu?” Shouta opted for a softer voice, one that defied his normal tone, yet he couldn’t care less- There was a look that shined in Izuku’s eyes, all it took were mere seconds for his face to change expression from one to the next; once soft and curious, led to a distressed frown, mouth quivering barely, though Shouta saw it- the adult felt his heart beat fastened, quickly launching himself at Izuku and scooping him up gently, a hand resting on the back of his head, “hey, hey, it’s ok Izu, daddy’s here-“

A wail.

Shouta’s heart shattered at the intensity of it, before quick enough delving into the thick of it, heart thrumming quickly.

A little under ten minutes later, Shouta found himself in his, Hizashi’s and Izuku’s room, Izuku himself perched upon the dark-haired man’s bed, as he took a couple deep breaths in.

Shouta held his hands to his face, the swelling grasp of worry tight against his throat as his thoughts swam against the current of his anxiety. His heart had yet to slow, as was the constant ringing in his ears- it was like white noise, like static that dug into his skull like a drill.

He felt like he could throw up.

His eyes fell onto Izuku’s tiny figure below him, and he couldn’t help but to let out a distress whine, listening to the heartbreaking sobs that left his son’s mouth.

Shouta had tried everything- diaper change, baby formula, rocking him, anything that had seemed to work in past, yet now left Izuku screaming for something Shouta couldn’t give him- The sound that rang in Shouta’s ears were terrifyingly raw, louder- stronger than ever- Shouta knew Izuku’s throat would hurt the more he sobbed, yet Shouta could do nothing but to stare-

Izuku was hurting and Shouta didn’t know what to do.

How was he meant to be a good father if he couldn’t even look after his son? Couldn’t even figure out why he was crying? Shouta’s heart clenched at the thought that he wasn’t good enough, wasn’t good for Izuku, wasn’t good for Hizashi- he wasn’t enough for anyone. Was this a mistake? Was becoming a father the wrong thing to do? His stomach almost flipped at that thought, yet looking at Izuku’s crying face, he couldn’t find it in his heart to stop himself from thinking it.

He didn’t know what to do-

He didn’t-

He couldn’t-

Shouta choked on his breath.

He couldn’t breathe.

It felt like a vice on his throat, stronger than ever before. His vision almost went white yet blurred as the tears he had felt slowly build seemed to overflow immediately, leaving Shouta standing there in short bursts of choking as he tried to get himself to breath. He felt his body go cold, almost paralysed as his own choked sobs, though quieter, more contained, filled the room. Shouta felt his heart leap to his throat as his knees buckled, swerving away from the bed slightly and finding his way to the ground, hands unconsciously levitating to his ears at a poor attempt to block out the noise.

It felt like an overload- too much noise, too much noise-

He pulled at his hair, breathing short to non-existent still, yet the shaking that overcame him held him in place, chest heaving as his mind blanked- beside him, Izuku cried on, sobs scratchy, yet still prominent.

There was so much noise-

Shouta felt something touch his shoulder- dark eyes flung open to the blurry figure in front of him- what’s happening? What’s wrong? He eyes twitched at the noises, through the sobs and the screaming, yet he couldn’t understand- was someone talking to him? Why? What can’t he understand? What’s wrong with him?

His head throbbed, as if it was being split open. The thrumming of his heart still throbbing at his head, the continuous loop of white noise and choked breaths too familiar for the man-

God, he wanted Hizashi.

The hand on his shoulder tightened, “Sho-“ Shouta gasped, a wrecked sob leaving him as his flew to the figure, shaky arms wrapping around them and In return, the figure did the same- the immediate warmth grounding him, “H-Hiz- Zashi-“ his throat already burned, yet he took a short breath in, “Hiza- Hizash-“ “Shh,” Shouta closed his mouth, “breathe Sho- big breaths, ok?” the smaller man felt the blonde imitating the instructions- in, out, in, out- Shouta followed on; his shaky breaths wheezing past the tightness. In the back of his mind, Shouta hated how weak he felt- struggling to breath as if his own son wasn’t dealing with something worse-

Shouta’s eyes snapped to a focus, just as his heart dropped, “Izuku-“ he pushed back, away from Hizashi who stumbled slightly, a look of hurt flashing before his eyes before he reached out, yet Shouta moved away- the high pitched screaming still continued, Izuku’s sob’s clear- were they always this loud? “Oh no- oh, no, no, no.” he himself stumbled at the force of his ascent, lightheaded for a mere second before he held a palm to his head, eyes blinking a couple times. He opened his eyes, staring down at Izuku-

Shouta sucked in a breath.

Izuku’s face had painted a near bright red, skin blotchy and tense. Tears cascading down his small face and snot dribbled down his nose, the creases of his face squishing in together to create a look of pure distress- his eyes were closed, yet Shouta could easily see the puffiness of them.

He looked so fragile-

Hizashi picked himself up, reaching out to Shouta, “Sho… ?” dark eyes wavered, yet stilled at the child, “I’m a terrible father.” It was a mere whisper, one that Hizashi wasn’t sure he was meant to hear, not with the intensity of his sons screaming, yet he did- he felt his heart break, “Shouta, you are no-” snapping his gaze, Shouta glared at Hizashi. The blonde flinched, bringing his hand back before opening his mouth, “I’m serious- you know that.” Hizashi’s voice remained strong- the sound bringing Shouta back for a quick second before he tightened the grip of his palms, “I good father doesn’t leave their kid crying.” “You didn’t leave hi-“ “A good father doesn’t have a fucking panic attack in front of them,” Shouta continued, bottom lip quivering as the words left his throat.

Apart from the sobbing, it was pure silence.

Hizashi moved, wrapping himself around Shouta as the man stood there, frozen. The air felt so thick. The thrumming in his head had slowed into a dulled ache, eyes stinging, no doubt bloodshot, as time ticked on.

How long had he been like that? Sitting on the ground pathetically, leaving his son a crying mess barely three feet from him- what would have happened if Izuku had started choking? Had fallen of the bed? Shouta felt angry at himself- some kind of father he was- “Stop that.” Shouta flinched, pausing beneath Hizashi’s embrace, “stop berating yourself for something that was out of your control.” Shouta bit his lip, “I should know-“ “Izuku is your first child,” Hizashi paused, “and I know you- he’s the first child you’ve even begun to look after- you don’t have siblings, hell, you never look after kids, it’s- it’s ok to be lost, sometimes, that’s why I’m here.” Hands ran through his messy hair and Shouta melted in the touch, the overwhelming thoughts dying ever so slightly, as did the throbbing in his skull.

God, Shouta felt so fucking tired.

“I think he’s sick.” Wide eyed, Shouta detached himself from the embrace, though let Hizashi hold him by the shoulders. They both locked eyes, and Shouta saw the calm, serious expression plastered on Hizashi’s face; compared to his own, he knew the bloodshot, mess he was mustn’t have been the most attractive thing the blonde had seen recently- “Sick?” His tone was barely above a whisper- sick? Izuku was sick? How- how? Why? Would he be ok? Did they need to go to the hospital- “H-hey, Sho, calm down.” At Hizashi’s whine, Shouta paused, “remember, I’ve dealt with this before- I’ve had plenty of siblings, and plenty of experiences with this kind of stuff.” Shouta deflated, relief flooding his whole body at the words, “We’ll probably need to see a doctor though, I’ll call one in a sec, but I want you to tell me you’re ok, ok?” the black-haired man nodded, but Hizashi shook his head, “tell me properly.” “I- uh, I’m ok. I think.” His voice, soft yet scratchy, reached Hizashi’s ears and the taller man nodded, “Get yourself a drink, I’ll deal with this.” Shouta nodded, heart stammering and swelling with love and relief- Shouta might not have been able to do this, but Hizashi will. He knew of it. “Shouta.” The said man paused, before looking back. Kind eyes caught his own- Hizashi smiled, “You are a good father- don’t you ever think otherwise.”

Shouta couldn’t even begin to comprehend the overbearing affection he felt as he nodded as he sucked in a breath and quick enough almost seemed to leap out of the room.

***

A common cold.

Izuku had contracted the common cold. Though not as serious as it would’ve been to an adult, there was a danger that it could escalate; anything could happen- the doctor had told them, keep an eye out and you should be ok.

Shouta had found out, according to a late-night visit from Nemuri after a text explain what happened a couple days later, that she had caught the cold a week previous- though Shouta was not mad at her (Nemuri had thought it was gone 100% completely and wouldn’t of dared come if she knew it would’ve turned out like this), the experience did lead to noting for future research on a wide variety of illnesses prone to babies- Shouta was going to make sure nothing surprising like this ever happened again (he knew illness was inevitable in most cases, though being able to spot the problem before it occurs would be appreciated).

But for now, he was content on watching Izuku closely, with newly equipped information and his husband by his side- and it was ok, he could do this. They both could, together.

[undercoverwizardninjaturtle]

Golden Boy Part 1: A TMNT 2003 FANFICTION

Summary:  Things haven't been easy since Leo left, a once solid brotherhood built on trust and dependency is close to ruin, but can they save it in time? Or is it irrepairable now?

Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2003

Rating: T with mild Violence

Word Count: 2161

a/n I wrote this YEARS ago, so the writing style isn’t up  to date, but I wanted to see how it would do on here

 Don sat at his computer, he only had few more minutes before his shift started and he already dreaded it. He hated his job; it wasn't exactly a secret, as he tried to hide it. Milky told him many times he should quit his job. But he couldn't, they needed the money. And it was an excuse to stay up late, he didn't need it but it was better than sitting up in a chair and waiting for Raph to come home.  And a excuse to drink lots of coffee. Speaking of which, he glanced over from his desk to the kitchen where his heavenous elixir maker sat on the counter. Maybe he could get a cup going before-

ON cue he heard the door slide open, the sound of grunting and groaning followed by a large yawn. The careless cracking of a motorcycle helmet being tossed across concrete floor.

So much for coffee

Now was time for his least favorite part of the night

Donnie quickly turned away from the kitchen to lean back in his seat, even though he didn’t acting like he hadn’t been waiting up till 5 in the morning for his oldest brother. But it helped him feel less ‘motherly, "Hey Raph, where've you been?"

There wasn't an answer, Don turned to see Raph leaning against the fridge with his shoulder and arms crossed and facing Don. If Donnie didn’t know any better, he’d think that Raph was trying to emulate a bad boy from the 50’s. His eyes shifted over to him with barely a care, "Shouldn't the Golden Boy be in bed?"

Ah, Golden Boy. One of the less the affectionate nick-names Raph gave him. It was just one of the many ways Raph chose to show his anger nowadays. Don wished he could say that it was everyone he was treating like this, but it wasn't. Sure Raph wasn't tolerable to Mikey anymore either but it seemed that Raph was going out of his way just to tick Donnie off

Unfortunately, this time had paid off

"I'm getting ready to start my shift. I asked where you've been Raph."

The hiss of carbonation filled the air and a snort that clearly marked his older brother’s amusement. But Don took a deep breath, turning back to his computer to type on the keys, though any numbskull could see his screen was still home the home window. Therefore, his typing was obsolete, “I’m just asking there’s no law against it.”

“Whatever.”  The nonrelated response that indicated Raph had not heard a word he had said. But merely knew Donnie HAD been talking but decided his words weren’t worth the energy to listen to. That and the closing of the fridge followed by fading footsteps

Donnie wanted nothing more than to let him go,

But that’s not what Leo had asked of him when he had designated Donnie leader.

He spun out of his seat just as Raph reached the stairs, “Raph, please. You’re worrying everybody. Not even Casey knows where you’ve been going, remember him? Your best friend? “And by the third step he had reached the bottom of his stairs, “Raph come-on, and talk to me. I don’t care where you’ve been going but I don’t’ want you going alone.  I’ll go, I can help. Anything is better than staying up till sunrise worried to death about you, -“but his brother had already climbed the stairs, “Come on bro, please?!” he reached the second floor. For such a muscle bounded idiot he was fast (and deploying excellent ignoring abilities). The door to Raph’s room slowly closing after him, Don’s hand shot into the darkness, grabbing a hold of a muscle bound arm-

Pain exploded in the center of Don’s face, and the waves of copper filled his mouth. He stumbled back away from the darkened room as his shell hit the railing that kept the family from falling to the living room (which he was never more grateful for). His arm hooked up over the rail to keep from hitting the floor altogether. His free hand smothering the blood now pouring out of his mouth and the pain radiating from his head- his vision was filled with painful lights that indicated probable damage to his skull-

“DON!”  Oh now Raph was concerned. If the sizzling spilled soda running over his feet was anything to go by. A hand grabbed his shoulder, “Shit shit are you ok?! I’m sorry, shit; I didn’t know it was you. Ok so I knew it was you I just reacted-“

‘Just reacted’? Well, Raph’s ‘Just reaction’ left Donnie with an aching head and a hand full of blood. He pulled the hand away from his face long enough to check- oh yup that was a lot of blood.

“Shit, shit shit.” Couldn’t Raph say anything else? “Stay here I’m going to get the first aid kit.” He wanted to tell Raph not to bother, but with the sound of fading running steps he knew there was no point.

And he also knew there was no point in talking.

With his arm still hooked around the railing, he slowly pulled his legs underneath him. Forcing his balance to climb back up to his feet, he leaned over the railing for a moment, struggling with the pounding through his head.

He needed to get to work

One foot in front of the other, the railing only went one way and he knew he’d hit the steps eventually

His shift started in 5 minutes

His family needed that money…

Don’s shoulder bumped into the support beam that marked the end of the railing. Why the hell was he so dizzy? The steps felt like butter beneath his feet, but somehow he managed not to slip down them and wake everyone in the lair. Donnie’s hands gripped the railing for all they were worth (and since he had put them in, he knew what they were worth). His feet finally hit the ground floor. Great, now to get to his desk, the sound of rushing footsteps filled the air from the open hallway again. Sounds like Raph had found the ‘2nd floor’ med kit finally.

“Don?! Donnie where’d you go!?” Don could only roll his eyes, moving toward the back of the stairs, “Oh Dam there you are!” The footsteps hit the stairway. A hand slammed against his shell. But Don’s years of training sent him putting his weight forward and the sound of fingernails barely scraping his shell, “Don,”

“Go ‘way.”  Why were his words slurring so hard? He couldn’t work like that, but the alternative was talking to Raph and giving him attention.

He’d prefer to sound like a drunk.

“I have the med kit, just look at me so I can look at your head.”

What was the point? Donnie turned back to the screen his fingers moving with memory to log in his information. 2 minutes before his shift started, and he got penalized if he logged in late. He couldn’t afford that. Winter was coming up, and the lair needed supplies to be prepped for the cold. Especially for Splinter-

A hand gripped his jaw tightly, a slight tug said the ‘medic’ (Donnie wasn’t sure when they had switched roles) wanted his attention, “Dam it Don just look at me so I can fix your head. I brought your inhaler down, do you need it? I know it’s been a while-“

Though it ached his head to do so, he yanked his jaw free and leaned forward. Dam it, why was the screen so blurry-

“D-Dam it Don!” there was that voice again, grating the back of his brain. Adding to the already painful pulse going through it, “Dam it Don, let me help you.”

Help

Help?

A faint laugh escaped  lazily and dropped from his lips.

“What’s so funny?!” Donnie wasn’t sure how Raph pulled off ‘angry’ and ‘concerned’ at the same time without rupturing his tiny brain, “I didn’t mean to hit you I just reacted, I was half asleep.” oh really? He wasn’t half asleep when he came in, “Just say something, PLEASE. I’ll listen, I swear’ I will. Just tell me what’s going on, tell me you forgive me. Tell me you’re not mad.”

And there it was.

It was what was always expected of him

Everyone around him expected the same thing

I’m sorry Don

I didn’t mean to break it bro

It was an accident

Can you fix it?

You know I need my PlayStation! Please please! It won’t take long!

I know you’re busy, but I need this fixed before our next practice? It’s important

Common Don please help, please fix it

It’s important! You can spare your ‘precious time for us mortals

Donnie fix it!

I”m sorry Don!

Come ‘on get over it

GET OVER IT DONNIE

GET OVER IT!

“Go Away.” Donnie wasn’t sure when he had even spoken, but a cold silence was cast in the room, the hand that had been trying to yank his head in direction of his ‘ big brother’ slid off slowly. It was replaced by a grip gentler grip to his shoulder. Don could just feel the quiver of his brother’s fingers struggling whether or not to squeeze the muscles. Don knew this ‘Raph’. Torn between his own anger, confused by it to a fault.

Donnie knew how to diffuse him.

But the problem was he didn’t care.

Slowly he turned his head back; looking to the older brother he had so depended on. Donnie could remember the night Leonardo had left. That night he had been so taken by panic, the thought of all the responsibility weighing down on him. The thought of taking on two pivotal roles in the family at the same time, he almost hadn’t’ been surprised that he had an asthma attack. But Raph had been there he had come back from Casey and Aprils just in time. The only one to see him in such a torn state, he had gotten Don’s inhaler and helped him clam down, then had stayed up for hours talking to him. A lot of the night was a blur of oxygen deprivation, breathing into paper bags, and a hand rubbing his shoulder. Most of the words were lost with the expansion of time that followed. But Donnie could remember four words that Raph had spoken that night. Being pulled into a tight brotherly hug, they had stayed with him, every night since then when Raph kept his bitter tone and attitude, when he came home drunk and needed someone to get him to his own bed.

“I’m here for you.”

A hand ran back to his shoulder, a small whisper reaching him in a small act of desperation, “Bro-“

“GO. AWAY.” Donnie’s head swerved back over to his brother, it didn’t help the ache was crawling down his spine and neck. An unbearable throb that was spreading like the bubonic plague in the middle ages.

Amber eyes bore at him; desperation lined their normally angry spark that consumed them every day. They begged for forgiveness, they DEMANDED his forgiveness. They wanted him to say he didn’t care about the about the physical attack on his body, or the blood he still felt running down his face.

But Donnie didn’t care.

Slowly the anguish in his eyes began to fade, a glimmer following consuming them slowly. His lips curling and a small vibrations running across his throat. Blaze consuming his eyes and the sound of popping bones in a fist he had previously dented Donnie’s face. Don’s head turned back to the monitor, picking up the headpiece to put in place as he pressed a button on the side, putting him on duty and back to work. And also indicating the end of their conversation.

Something emerald green shot by his head, one of his monitors exploded into a frenzy of spark and lights underneath an angry growl.  A thick voice reaching his ear

“Just go and die already.”

Heavy steps stomped away. Retreating up the stairs and disappearing behind a slamming door.

The Lair descended back into silence and the air lifted up from the missing tension. Don could feel the buttons of his keyboard move ever so gently under shaking fingers.  He drew away long enough to rub his scalp, rubbing his mouth on the back of his hand to drain the rest of the blood, but a faint trickle indicated the still fresh flow.  His limbs heavy from sudden exhaustion

Maybe he could lay his head down for a moment

Just for a moment

Just to close his eyes.

Just before he started his shift….

Just before life took anything else from him

Just a break from being the “Golden Boy”

Here’s the rest that i’ve updated so far if you want to read the  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10466046/1/Golden-Boy

[warmau]

{Special} College!AU Wonpil

major: theater - performance art concentration 

minor: music history 

sports: sometimes he helps out the dance team, did one semester of ultimate frisbee until it hit him in the jaw and he was like,,,you know what nvm

clubs: theater club, musical theater club, three different activists clubs, ballroom dance club when it was around, and of course he’s also in night6 with his friends

wonpil is a busy body, he really likes being on campus and being in school - much to the collective shock of like,,,all his friends

he used to be much shyer in highschool, closed off and awkward - but now he thrives with people

always making others laugh and asking questions - he’s the kind of person that wants to know about your hobbies and interests and actually cares when you tell him

his heart is probably like??? three times the size of the normal average because it’s full of LOVE

pure, untainted, and strong love

people joke that wonpil could make even the grinch fall in love - he’s so sweet and just,,,,,,kind

like if there was a human embodiment of kindness - it’s wonpil

blows so many kisses @ all his friends

whenever dowoon’s like im off to class, wonpil is like here’s a kiss for luck and dowoon is like bro - bro don’t do that - don’t you dare

but of course wonpil does it,,,, it’s wonpil

“being his roommate is like slowly being smothered in affection” - dowoon everyday

he became a theater major because he loves the community around it, aside from the guys from night6 - he’s made a lot of close friends through productions and performance activites

he’s always trying to help out the set crew, the design majors, and more 

he’s the person you see in full costume, helping get a new light changed on stage while everyone’s backstage practicing lines

he’s also magically good at convincing people do like,,, do things,,,,

one of his friends is jinyoung, an ethics major who has little to zero interest in plays

yet wonpil convinced him to come and see almost every play he’s been in???? and even help edit one of the writing majors acts

youngk doesn’t even like to bake - but he’s helped wonpil make snacks for an activist club meeting once

it’s like a blackhole, wonpil’s adorable smile and “c’mon, i promsie it’ll be fun!” tag line that draws you in to not being able to say no to whatever he asks

“pretty sure someone would just give him twenty bucks if he asked nicely.” - dowoon, again, everyday

his dorm is pretty,,,,,cute for someone his age - with a shelf full of self-made figures and signed autographs from actors he’s liked since he was a kid

he used to have an electric piano set up near his desk, but it’s gathered dust since his minor is “musical history” and that’s more reading than actual playing

he still loves piano though, music in general really so he’s always one of the most excited about night6 playing shows

one thing he isn’t excited about is how jamie treats him like a younger brother even though shes’,,,,younger than,,,,him

even more clingy when he drinks at these shows and no matter how much his friends say they don’t like his tight hugs - they’re lying because it’s wonpil

have you seen him??? he’s the cutest 

unfortunately, your first brush with him is nothing but ,,,, cute

it’s not like you’re even trying to be rude - you’re just,,,in a hurry 

so when wonpil tries to stop you, with a beaming smile to talk about one of his clubs that’s trying to like save the polarbears

you nearly topple him over, pushing past to run toward the building where your next lecture is

it’s college, these things happen and you mumble a sorry - sorta - before disappearing off into the direction of your class

you don’t even remember what wonpil looks like, your mind too cluttered with your own problems

but he does remember you, the wisps of your hair and the look of utter determination when you bulldozed by

“they didn’t even apologize, are you ok?”

a fellow club member rushes over to wonpil but he’s still looking at the place where you just were

“im fine. they were late for class, so i understand them.”

he smiles at the member now, but something is left unsaid - he’s seen kids rushing to get places, he’s seen people mercilessly shove their way through crowds during finals 

but there’s a fire,,,,,in your eyes - he’s sure of it

you and wonpil meet again, well actually you don’t meet - but there’s a campus wide assembly on harassment

and at some point, the professors seem to be sugarcoating it, much to wonpil’s dismay 

even though the country doe have a habit of sweeping these things under the rug

when he hears one loud voice yell; “JUST EXPEL HARASSERS IT’S NOT THAT HARD”

in shock, he turns with the rest of the students to where you’re standing

you’re staring, hard eyes at the line of faculty at the stage and one of the professors hurries up the stairs to tell you to sit back down

that fires in your eyes,,,,,,,,,,wonpil can see it better now

the professor keeps urging you to sit, but you shout again: what’s so harsh about expelling creeps?

wonpil watches, in an equal feeling of fascination and worry as the professor signals for you to follow him out

you don’t even look phased, doing what you’re told but leaving a silent, lasting impact even when you’re gone

“who are they?”

wonpil whispers to sungjin sitting beside him

sungjin crinkles his nose, “i think their name is -”

sungjin leans closer to say it, as if your name is cursed or ridden with bad luck 

wonpil doesn’t get it, you’re not voldemort, but he repeats your name in his head over and over

until the assembly is over, and wonpil wonders who else might know something about you

turns out, a lot of people know a lot of different things about you

three people have told him three different majors you’re apparently studying

but the unanimous agreement is that you’re outspoken, highly intelligent, and unforgivingly set in your determinations

“they say what they think, sometimes that’s not a good idea.” 

wonpil mauls over that phrase, saying what you think isn’t a good idea? but shouldn’t it be?

you’re on the steps outside the library after monday class, it’s cold out and you’re thinking about what you should do tonight - go to that party some girl from math invited you to or,,,,,,

you touch the strap of your backpack, inside are flyers you’ve made - proclaiming that the school take a stance on harassment. take a stance on protecting victims instead of letting people slide by with slaps on the wrist

you know the flyers are,,,,controversial and you’ll get in deep shit if someone catches you putting them up 

so your only option would be to do it at night,,,,

“hi!” 

a peppy voice breaks your concentration and you turn, seeing a boy with bright brown eyes and an excited look on his face

he’s wearing a bright white sweater over a collard shirt. for a second you think he looks like a missionary if anything 

“do i,,,,,know you?”

you don’t mean it condescendingly, you just aren’t sure why he’d talk to you all of a sudden

“no, im wonpil. i,,,,,,saw you at the assembly.”

your eyes narrow, and suddenly you feel tense - people have come up to you before and told you,,,,,things,,,,their opinions on your actions and not all of them have been favorable

but at the same time this guy, wonpil looks harmless 

“i just wanted to say, i think you’re right. are you part of any club that advocates this stuff? id love to join!”

you give him a little chuckle, “club? the university would rather have a club about anything else than helping stick up for people who’ve been abused. im more of a,,,,one man show.”

shrugging, you suddenly realize that wonpil isn’t giving the usual cocked eyebrow, look of distrust that most people give you when you talk

it’s been a while since you’ve seen someone,,,,listen to you

“oh, i see. well, can i help you anyway?”

for a second, you think about the flyers in your backpack. there are at least fifty of them and by yourself, it might take two or more hours to hit every spot on campus. but,,,,you don’t even know this guy

“sorry, but i don’t really do anything but voice my opinion. there’s nothing,,,,we can do.”

you lie and wonpil frowns, thinks to himself for a second and then pulls something from his pocket

it’s a folded note that he hands to you

“if you ever need someone to help you, feel free to contact me.”

he grins, and then turns to walk up toward the library. you stare at the note and then stuff it in your pocket before your hands get cold

that night,,,,is hard for you

it’s even colder outside now, and the dark desolate campus is creepy - but you’ve got put these flyers up

you weren’t exactly 100% lying to wonpil about not being able to do anything - i mean you can put up these flyers, call out the names of people, do just about anything

but you can’t get caught

you’re on the backside of the theater building, putting up a flyer near where you know theater kids hang out

when a hand falls on your shoulder

your first instinct is to run, to pull your hood over your head and run

but you freeze instead, till you hear the same peppy voice you did earlier in the day

“do you need help?”

wonpil’s smile greets you when you turn, why he’s also outside at 3 am is beyond you

“i fell asleep practicing in the back. i got tired after helping cleanup some stuff and put away the costumes. sorta lost track of time.”

he explains and you give him a thin-lipped smile back

he motions to your handful of flyers

“but i can help if you need it.”

you clutch the flyers and straighten up “listen, im happy you’re offering but it isn’t like,,,im putting these up so late for no reason. if someone catches us, it’s going to be bad. you don’t want to be involved. you look like you’re a,,,,”

he blinks, waiting for you to explain - you look him mover and sigh”you look like a good boy. like you’re hoping to get into a great masters program. this isn’t for you.”

you turn, pressing down one last piece of tape on your flyer - but  for some reason you don’t hear wonpil leave

“i would like to get into a masters program, but that doesn’t mean i can’t help.”

he takes half the flyers in your hand and asks where else you need them to be put. you want to grab them back, tell him to take a hike and keep his mouth shut about seeing you 

but you just give up, because something tells you he’s relentless when it comes to offering his help

you don’t see him again, and in the morning there’s an email about whoever put the flyers up needs to report to the administrative building asap

out of curiosity, you visit the place you told wonpil to put up the flyer - it’s there

a smirk settles on your lips “he didn’t chicken out.”

the day passes by normally, wonpil eats with his friends and does his musical history essay while annoying jae with questions about his trip abroad

but something,,,,feels awfully nervous in his gut

everytime he passes by a flyer you put up, the bold print reads: take action! expel harrassers! believe the victims!

and it’s not that he’s worried about the message - because he wholeheartedly believes in it, and he’s not worried about his involvment with it

no, he’s worried about you

everyone knows you did it. literally the first thing he saw in his texts that morning was people chatting about it, your name mentioned ten times over and over

who else would have done it? who else yelled at the assembly? they’re going to get expelled 

that words - expelled - it makes wonpil sweat 

helping you had given him an adrenaline rush, he had felt like he was a real vigilante - a real activist

he had felt like he was doing something worthy, not standing in the middle of the quad trying to get people’s attention about some cause

but this had gained ground, this had made people interested and ,,,, maybe a part of him felt like he had impressed you

but that was all squashed by the idea of this getting you in trouble

which is why he runs out of his last class, dashing past a surprised looking professor as he searches up and down for you

there’s only one dorm that has the flyer pasted right on the front and so wonpil assumes this has to be yours

all he does is ask your name and the RA rolls their eyes, “third floor.”

wonpil’s palms are sweaty, he has been anxious talking to people before - like teachers or heads of departments or his crush in the third grade 

but ,,,,, now he’s nervous to talk to you 

finally he knocks, and then realizes he should at least say who he is “it’s me, wonpil i just wanted - wanted to know if you’re -”

the door swings open, you stare at wonpil, towel around your neck and in your pajamas

wonpil swallows the lump in his throat, and keeps his eyes focused on yours

“to know if you’re ok,,,,”

“im fine, for a second there i thought you were the dean or something. come in.”

wonpil hesitates, not following after you for a bit before you snap at him to close the door and not let the heat out of the room

at the sound of your voice, he does as told - like a puppy eagerly listening to its owner

“i did get a strongly worded email from someone in the advising department about watching myself. the whole, you want to graduate -don’t you? crap.”

you fall into the chair beside your desk and click a button to make your laptop light up in response

wonpil sits, back straight like a board on your bed and watches as you refresh your email

nothing interesting, so you turn to look at him 

“thanks for helping me though, that was very cool of you.”

he flushes red and it’s so obvious it makes you giggle

“never broken the rules before?” you coo and wonpil shifts a little

“it’s not,,,a habit of mine. no. but im happy i helped.”

he beams again, like that time he did on the steps. you think it’s adorable and almost reach out to pat the top of his head

“so,,,,,,you’re just going to keep your jacket on the whole time?”

wonpil jumps a little, laughing to hide his embarrassment and shrugs off the layers

you decide to show him some of the other things you’ve been working on, other flyers and events you want to attend. 

he seems really into it, listening and nodding. asking questions and genuinely responding to all this information that really,,,has nothing to do with him

but you can see he’s got passion, the pureness in him might be the pureness to help others and that’s something rare - something rare and respectable

you notice how he’s cute from far away, but up close he has,,,,,quite a strong jaw and his shirt dips just enough for you to see the outline of his clavicle

his skin is perfect too, you’re almost envious and pull your eyes away when he hums a “did you hear me?”

wonpil also notices new things about you, your hair is slightly darker from the shower you took before he came by,,,

the slope of your neck is pretty,,,,his fingers suddenly want to trace down it

he distracts that thought and takes note about your room - it’s a single bed, the wall covered with different articles cut from newspapers, local band posters, political flyers about events and protests 

but there’s also a stack of old records on your shelf, a cute picture frame of what he assumes is a younger you with a parent 

your room isn’t messy, but your closet looks a little in disarray - small trinkets here and there speak to your personality and ,,,, wonpil feels like he might be one of the lucky people that gets to know more about you

time doesn’t phase either of you - not until the RA comes knocking “we have to talk” they say

and a cold shiver runs down wonpil’s spine, as you sigh and get up

you get up and tell wonpil to hide near the closet

opening the door, the RA looks pissed “get dressed, i need to speak with you in my office.”

you nod, close the door and wonpil seems like he wants to say something, but you stop him

“this was bound to happen. im sure it can’t be that bad for some flyers.”

wonpil puts a hand on your shoulder before you turn back to leave

“it’s cold, here.” he hands you the hoodie he had under his jacket and you take it

“good luck charm?” you laugh, albeit you know you’re in a serious situation

“i hope they don’t,,,,,” the word expel dies in his throat and you pull your hands though the sleeves of the warm fabric. it smells like laundry, fresh and clean. like wonpil.

you open the door and disappear after the RA

wonpil suddenly feels unwelcome, alone in your dorm, but he waits out the feeling before he can slip away unnoticed

you don’t get expelled - obviously they can’t do that for some paper hung up on some walls. plus your gpa is fine

but you barely, barely dodge non-academic suspension (thanks to the school wanting to avoid you bringing the whole thing to the attention of the media. you kind of snark at that, don’t they know instagram exists? people posted photos of the flyer already lmao)

but you also just put your head down and bare it,,,,,,,make a false promise that you won’t do it again

“this could be vandalism.” someone says at some point and you’re so so so tempted to say something but you keep your mouth shut

when you get back to your dorm, you crash down on your bed 

the feeling of wonpil’s sweater makes the whole thing a little easier,,,,you don’t mean to be corny but it feels like a hug,,,,which is what you kind of need right now

the morning comes, and you get up too late for your first class

some people have texted if you’re ok,,,,you make a joke that it’s not like you set something on fire. you can’t get expelled for flyers 

but looking at your phone you suddenly remember,,,,

crawling out of bed, you shuffle through your jeans to fine the note wonpil gave you the first time you met. you put in his number and send a text 

i kind of feel like you might be worrying your head off about this, but im fine. didn’t get expelled. 

almost instantly there’ a reply 

i was worried T___T but im happy you’re ok, want to celebrate no-expulsion with pancakes?!? :D

“god he’s so cute” you mumble to yourself

can you get them over to my dorm, it’s too cold to go out

you almost feel bad at how fast he agrees

wonpil is over in half an hour,,,,,you tell him about what happened - it was just like a meeting and your adviser was like don’t let this ruin your chances blah blah 

you wave your fork around, explaining that it’s just a flyer - it’s artistic expression - yet they compared it to almost vandalism???

you don’t get it, neither does wonpil who shares in your disdain but hey,,,,the pancakes are super good

with breakfast over with, you and wonpil enter this weird phase of what do we do now?

“if you ever do something like that again, im glad to help.” he starts and he knows you’re going to be like no way, you can’t get in trouble with me

but he stops before you can say that

“and next time, ill get caught with you. it’s worth it, this cause is worth it.”

you want to argue, wonpil can tell, and your determination for it- like your determination for everything else makes his heart swell

because your strength and perseverance are lovely to him 

if other people fall for fluttering eyes and cute giggles, wonpil falls for people with pride and passion

so it’s only natural he’d fall for you

before you know who starts it, you and wonpil are kissing and it’s delicate at first because wonpil isn’t sure of what you like,,,what you want from him

but it’s ok, because you take over and show him

and wonpil,,,,is so obliging for it

not much can happen, because you’re pretty sure he has class but when he leaves your dorm this time it’s not under awkward circumstance

but dizzy, perfect circumstance

wonpil rushing to kiss you one last time before he’s on his way

when people find out you and wonpil are a thing the whole campus starts the “opposites really do attract” theory

because you? and wonpil?

it shouldn’t make sense, but it happens

and your evidence is all over the place from wonpil’s neck littered in kisses and your phone background a smiling photo of the two of you in the library

“so you’re like,,,,dating them right?” sungjin asks once and wonpil, while watching you rant over text about how shitty the government is while also having heart eyes about it

just nods, enchanted “yeah,,,aren’t i lucky?”

it takes a bit, but his friends warm up to you

youngk and jae do it pretty fast, you have the same sort of sarcastic side to you and secretly we all know youngk is a bit of an anarchist himelf

dowoon is happy to have wonpil’s affection directed toward someone else

and sungjin,,,,finally comes to understand that you’re not just doing this for attention - you’re doing this because you care

plus,,,you make wonpil so freaking happy

like wonpil is already a happy person, but with you it’s tenfold - it’s like there are constant stars around you two

you don’t know much about theater, but wonpil invites you to his performances

and you’re really surprised when one of them covers some pretty political topics - wonpil shyly admits you helped inspire him to bring it up among his friends

also he looks really cute in all the different outfits and you’re like wtf my boyfriend is cute as hell

some people don’t like that you speak your mind, they ask wonpil stupidly invase questions

and wonpil had no bad bone in his body, but he’s,,,,really,,not ok with people trying to tell him who he can’t and can’t love

this - he voices easily (much to the shock and amusment of night6 at a show wheree some asshole who said something about you got covered in beer,,,,,we won’t say how)

oh - you love night6

the music is,,,,really good and jamie, their impromptu manager takes a liking to you rather quickly

“i thought wonpil’s type was more,,,,,fluffy you know. but you - you’re cool.”

she grins once and you feel your face flush, because it’s true - sometimes you’re like why is wonpil with you?

isn’t someone as kind and gentle as him,,,more along his line? 

but wonpil loves everything about you - he loves that you’re not like him,,,but at the same time that your values are as strong as his

also wonpil just loves that you know what you want,,,,like it’s so hot when you’re you know

in control of your life ,,,, and other things cough

im just saying that when his backs against the wall and your hands up his shirt like that’s his cup of tea

your teeth on his lips,,,,,,your nails on his shoulder??? sign him up

anyway,, 

wonpil is the one to suggest a matching set of bracelets and you’re like,,,touching it on your wrist

and everything about it is so cheesy but when he asks if you like it, big clear eyes and a tinge of need for approval in his voice

you nod, reach out and kiss him senseless “of course i do”

and you do, if anything happened to this god dam ncouple bracelet you would flip shit

you still have his sweater,,,he asked for it back once because like he was cold but you’re like it’s mine now

and he was like oh,,,,OH,,,,!!!!! ok hehe!!!! everything is yours though, im yours too!!!

he’s so cute - ive said this ten times but he is

he’s in like twenty clubs so he’s busy a lot, you know you do your thing on your own but he’s like a group kind of person

but if you need him - wonpil is there in a flash

totally helps you with skincare, i feel like he’s the boyfriend you do facemasks with

“you guys do facemasks? you don’t like,,,talk about the government?” youngk asks and you shake your head

“you’d be surprised, me and wonpil even watch cartoons together. because you know,,,we’re a normal couple.”

“but you two aren’t normal” sungjin blurts out and you laugh as wonpil stirs his head on your lap to look at sungjin

“of course we are! i mean,,,maybe not,,,i don’t know- i think we’re pretty cute though”

no one believes wonpil when he says he helped you put those flyers up because huh, isn’t he like too much of a ??? nice boy to do that

wonpil pouting: im nice,,,but i can be,,,,you know,,, ADVENTEROUS 

wonpil buying a motorcycle jacket to impress you but then getting all shy when jae goes is that to impress your s/o

listen,,,he tries so hard and he loves you with so much energy it’s so endearing

teaches you to play some pieces on the piano and gets giddy when you tell him how fun it is

just,,,,just hear me out ok: you’re a rebel with a cause basically and wonpil is a soft angel who wants to make people safe and happy 

and you’re like hunched over your laptop reading the news and he’s laying beside you with his book on classical musical history

two people who look like they wouldn’t even be friends are so in love with each other

because you guys are just good people, with good intentions, and love so so so strong that it could change the world

wonpil is sure of that, when you two kiss and it’s like there is still goodness in the world - there’s still love

not to be poetic, but um you’re the moon and he’s the sun and the dynamic is so good 

you guys get up to more advocacy stuff together, off campus mostly because wonpil really doesn’t wnat you in trouble

but you also share the straw to your soda and link legs under the table in the cafe while dowoon is like “as long as he isn’t blowing kisses at me,,,,”

more college aus can be found:

day6: jae  by group: bangtan | vixx | got7 | nct | kard | monsta x | seventeen gg specials: amber | momo | irene

[sutterbabe]

#1 Clayton Keller

can u do a clayton keller one where you two are best friends and very snarky and sarcastic with each other but it TURNS OUT that he actually has a huge crush on you and this is just how he flirts and you overhear him talking about it with a teammate and you're just like 'ooooohh so that's what this has been'

WILL WRITE A PREQUEL BC BEST FRIEND ROAD TRIPS GOT ME THINKING

song suggestion: Milk by the 1975

“Go get your daily coffee fix or I am not driving you home.”

“Because what else would I do in a coffee shop?” you rolled your eyes. It was way too early for this shit. For his shit. Sure, you could be a little grumpy in the mornings but that was not the lack of caffeine. That was you being woken up way too early because Clayton wanted you to meet him and chych after practice before you both road tripped it back up to Missouri. 

At least you went back to your normal self after a couple of hours, or, as clayton suggested, a cup of coffee. Meanwhile, Clayton had been stuck perpetually in sarcastic morning mode since that one time you’d dragged him out of bed for a spontaneous off-season road trip last year. You could deal, he was still your bestest friend in the world but he tended to get on your nerves so much more than usual. 

“Hey chych,” you added, greeting the guy sat across from Clayton.

Chych raised a hand and smiled warmly. “Hey, Y/n.”

“Do you want anything?” you asked the boys. At that Clayton held up his cup and rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“No thanks, I’m all set.” Chych replied.

You narrowed your eyes at Clayton. “Well sorry I was trying to be nice.” you retorted, stalking off to the register to order. Sometimes Clayton was just so... ugh! Still, boys are weird so you continued to give him the benefit of the doubt that he was just... well he was just anything except naturally a little shit. The barista seemed to sense your frustration and smiled warmly at you as they took your order. At least that helped to calm you a little.

“Rough night?”

“Rough morning.” you corrected.

“Well, it can only get better from here.” they chimed, handing you your receipt as a small smile tugged at the corner of your cheeks.

“Yeah, guess so.” you replied, unconsciously glancing back at Clayton out of reflex. You hadn’t even noticed you were doing it till you picked up on the way he was scowling into his coffee mug at whatever chych was saying. You frowned at that and sent his a quizzical eyebrow when he happened to glance your way. He seemed to sink lower in his seat at that and glanced away from you without reply. God he was so weird now, you couldn’t figure him out. Sometimes he’d give you this look and you could not for the life of you decipher its meaning. He was always so sarcastic now too but could not for the life of him take a joke. Just the other day you’d joked that he “hated you and wanted to see you suffer” (this was after a rather heated game of mario kart... which he won) and he had given you such a pained look that you’d felt your heart stop because his pain tended to hurt you, a lot. As it should, he was your best friend and that was only natural but dear god you had made a mental note never to say that again.

“Y/n”

You smiled as you collected your coffee from the other barista on duty.

“Thanks,” you replied softly.

“You’re most welcome!”

You started making your way back over to the boys, why they’d chosen the furthest table away, you may never know, when a voice called you name. You grinned, stopping to talk to a group of a couple of kids in some of your classes. You were lucky to get accepted into college in Phoenix and you’d moved with Clayton from Missouri (well technically you’d moved while he was still in Boston) down to Arizona. It was nice to see him so much now. Since his trade to Boston, he’d gone from 7 and a half hours away to almost 18 and you really had missed him.

Jakob and clayton were still deep in conversation a few tables over and if you really strained, you could faintly hear what they were saying.

“We’ll maybe you should, I don’t know, try and flirt with her more?” chych suggested, the faintest hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“Being an a pain?” Chych offered. “Seriously, you call that flirting?”

“I don’t know! i’m new to this whole thing and in my defence when i was younger, I always assumed that I could just ask Y/n for help with all of the girl stuff.” Clayton replied, gesturing wildly. You almost dropped your coffee. Clayton had always asked you for help when it came to dating. You felt a little hurt that he didn’t trust you now. Truthfully, you felt more hurt of the thought of Clayton liking another girl but you tried not to dwell on that.

“How’s that working out for you?” chych snorted.

“Shut up.” Clayton snapped.

“It doesn’t matter if you did, Y/n’s too oblivious to know it was about her. See maybe you should go for the old cliche ‘i need help asking out a girl’ and then ask her out the way she told you.” chych suggested.

Okay, for one that was a little unfair. You weren’t totally oblivious but you were also pretty sure you had not heard that last part correctly. It made it sound like you were the one Clayton had a crush on! 

“I don;t even know if she likes me.” Clayton groaned. “We’re best friends, I don’t want to say something and ruin everything.”

What.

Maybe he had another best friend. GOd that made your chest hurt. Jealousy was not a good feeling. 

Why couldn’t it be you though? That would explain all his weirdness, his sarcasm and how snarky he’d been. He was trying to flirt with you! He’d kinda failed at it but it wasn’t that still the cutest thing? He was such an idiot. The way he’d overreacted the other night? all those pained expressions? You felt all this tension that you didn’t even know you had been holding, ebb from you in the realisation.

“Y/n, are you okay.” your friend asked. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

You couldn’t stop the grin that lit up your features. “I’m great. I’ll see you guys after summer break okay?”

They exchanged glances but nodded nonetheless. “Okay, Y/n.”

Clayton jumped three feet in the air when you plonked yourself into a seat beside him and Chych.

“Jesus! Don’t scare me like that.” he muttered. When he glanced up to see your delighted expression, you watched the corners of his mouth lift upwards in a small smile, unable to keep a straight face. “What?” he asked. You shrugged, still grinning. “Y/n, what’s so funny?”

“Nothing’s funny. I’m just happy. Can’t I be happy? Don’t you like seeing me happy, Clayton?” you questioned, trying to hide the little smirk that formed when the words left your lips.

Beside you, chych mouthed “that’s flirting” but you were too busy grinning at your best friend to see it.

“of course I do.” He replied without thinking before proceeding to flush bright pink and look very lost, glancing at Chych for help. “I mean, as long as its not because you killed someone.” he drawled sarcastically, immediately returning to old habits. Chych rolled his eyes and was probably mentally-face palming.

“This is going to be a fun road trip.” you muttered.

It was 21 hours from Glendale to Chesterfield. You’d set off just after three and you knew you’d probably arrive about 2am tomorrow morning depending on how long you stopped for along the way. It was a way shorter trip to fly (just under three hours) but road trips had sort of become your ‘thing’. You slept for the first few hours while Clayton drove (kept alert with coffee) till he was shaking you awake. He’d pulled up on the side of the road and it was still dark out.

“Why?” you groaned. There was a light in his eyes as he grinned at you, successfully getting you out of the back of the car and outside into the chilling Arizona pre-dawn air. “Clayton, it’s freezing!” you mumbled groggily. Before you realised what was happening, he’d slid is jacket around you and was jumping up to sit on top of the car, shoes resting against the windshield.

“Come on.” he encouraged, taking your hand and helping you crawl up from the bonnet of the car to sit beside him on the roof, wrapped an arm around your waist and pulling you against his side. You gratefully cuddled up against him for warmth. 

“Its 5.30.” you protested, smothering a yawn. “What are we doing?”

“Watch.” he told you. You could still faintly smell the coffee he’d downed before you’d set off. You gently leaned your head on his shoulder and were close to falling back asleep when you saw what he was so excited about.

“The sunrise.” you whispered quietly, lifting your head off of his shoulder to watch it as the sky began to lighten to a rosy pink hue as a little sliver of sun began to appear at the horizon. The first time you’d ever gone on a road trip together, you’d woken him up to watch the sunrise with you. Little did you know he’d done more looking at you than he did the sunrise. That’s when he’d realised he was in love with you.

“Y/n,”

you turned to look at him, watching the way the sun caught the colours in his hair and eyes before he glanced away from you. He looked nervous and you reached over to grab his hand. He smiled at that.

“I want to tell you something- I need to tell you something.” he managed to get out. You squeezed his hand gently watching as he took a deep breath. “I think I’m in love with you.” he choked out and when he turned to look at you he looked so clearly distraught that you couldn’t help but fling your arms around him. “I didn’t want to make things... I’m so sorry.”

“Clayton.” you said firmly, pulling back to look at him. He stopped talking immediately and stared at you with wide eyes. He looked so upset and so terrified that before you knew what you were doing, you’d leaned forward and kissed you. He’d hugged you so tightly after that before sliding off the roof and returning with a blanket and an extra two cups of coffee he’d bought while you were asleep. You’d both huddled under the blanket, cradling your coffee as you watched the remainder of the sunrise.

“You know, I was never going to say anything until chych pointed out you were flirting with me yesterday.” Clayton admitted.

You giggled. “I’ve been trying to flirt with you since forever. I only made it super obvious yesterday after...” you stopped and trailed off.

Clayton caught on. “You overheard chych.” he stated turning bright pink. “god, that’s embarrassing. You weren’t supposed to-”

“Clearly.” you chuckled. “you are horrible at flirting.”

He rolled his eyes with a laugh. “well you still love it apparently.” he replied.

You smiled at that. “What can i say?”

[creampuff-earper]

Kate McKinnon Fanfiction. Foldingchairs and the city of dreams. Re-edited

Hey guys, I’ve decided to post my fanfic about Kate McKinnon on here.You can find it on AO3 as well: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8275334/chapters/18957797

Summary: This fanfiction tells the story of a fan, just like any of us, meeting Kate and everything that happens after that.

It takes off at SNL, later on Nino will be there and Kate is the most amazing person in the world. What could one want more?

Rated M from chapter 5

Chapter 5

I wake up startled, my mouth full of blonde hair and a warm arm tightly wrapped around my waist. Confused by my surrounding for a second I sit up trying to figure out where the hell I am. I hear a muffled groan coming from the person next to me and suddenly it hits me. I am in Kate McKinnons bed... naked, I might add.

I let myself fall back in the pillow and look to the side, Kate cracks one eye open to look at me and a smile appears on her face. "Morning" she croaks out, her voice hoarse from sleeping. Despite being a notorious hater of the morning, I smile back at her, still quite not sure if this is a dream or reality. "Good morning" I crack out as well, reaching out and brushing a few strands of hair from her face, just to check if this is really real. Her skin is warm underneath my fingertips as she leans in to them, closing her eyes again, contently.

"Did you sleep well?" She asks while I reach to the back of her neck, slowly caressing the small hairs sticking out there. I get an approving groan and smile again. I could get used to this.

"A bit short, but I can't complain." "Ha- you better not" she grins and snuggles closer. "And you?" "Hmmm apart from hearing you talk for like 30 minutes in your sleep, it was fine" "Hmm yeh, maybe should've told you about that before you decided to let me stay in your bed." "I never decided that... you didn't leave me any choice after being KO within 3 seconds after you..., well you know" "After I what?" I suggestively say and wrap my arms around her tightly, stroking her back in lazy circles. "You know what you did" "Really, I have no idea... please enlighten me" I say and smirk trying to pry it out of her "Mykah, shut up, I'm not gonna smother your ego." "Pffft you're no fun" I complain and pinch her in the side

She squeals and tries to get out from my grip. Succeeding, she rolls out of my arms and jumps out of bed, standing there in her full naked glory, smiling at me. My mouth goes dry as I run my eyes over her body, memories of last night flooding back. "Like what you see?!" She grins and cocks her hip to the side. "Hmmm, but I'll definitely like it better if you come back to bed, let me look closer" I beg and look at her hopefully. "Ha. I bet you do, but I gotta use the bathroom and get something to drink cause my mouth feels like I ate a cardboard box" "Who needs a toilet and water when you've got this lying in your bed?" I try and gesture at myself, making a complete fool out of myself but loving the sound of her laugh to much to let this opportunity slide. "That ego of yours is going to be too big for this apartment if you keep that up woman." She grins and turns around giving me a really good view of her beautiful ass. Before entering the bathroom she looks over her shoulder one last time and asks if I'd like something to drink as well. "A glass of water would be great, thanks!" I reply and nuzzle back in the bed, pulling the comforter up to my chin.

Somehow between tearing each others clothes off and falling asleep I managed to locate a charger and hook up my phone, that is currently buzzing very loudly. Rolling over to pick it up I see several messages from my mom and Alice.

Replying to the both of them that I'm okay and that Im having a very good time, I text Alice that I'll explain everything later, when she asks how last night went.

When I press sent the blond goddess I just spend the night with returns with two glasses of water and a wicked smile. "Here you go" she pushes the glass of water in my hand and slides back in the bed next to me. "Nino was very mad that we locked him out of the room yesterday. He wouldn't even look at me" she pouts and looks genuinely sad. "I'm sorry bout that" I snort "but unless you wanted me to sneeze, you know, down there, I think you made the right decision." She looks at me with an annoyed expression and slaps my thigh. "Shut up" I laugh and take a sip of my water, relaxing back into the pillows.

For the first time in my life I had felt so comfortable with myself, and my body I might add, with a person I just met. I had never done this before, dive in bed with someone after the first "date" if it even was that. I still wasn't sure if she had intended for this to happen when she messaged me two days ago.

In my train of thoughts I didn't even notice Kate looking at me with a puzzled expression. I look to my side to catch her gaze and smile. "You okay?" She asks and presses a small kiss to my cheek. "Yeah, yeah, just thinking of how I ended up here, in this very cosy bed, chilling in my birthday suit next to this very beautiful, also naked woman. I say and return the favor of pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad you did tho." She smiles and snuggles her head in the crook of my neck. "I had a really good time last night" "Me too, thanks"

The second I close my eyes and relax my phone buzzes again. Groaning and turning so Kate can keep lying against me I grab my phone from the nightstand and unlock it. "You are really popular aren't you?" Kate teases diverting my attention back to her. "Yeh, it's all my twitter followers cheering for me after I tweeted about boning you last night" Her head snaps up to me and she scoffs "you did what?!" I grin at her outburst and shake my head "when did I have the time to tweet that out? Between getting you drunk and naked I don't recall a minute or two to where I could have done that“ I laugh and the shocked expression melts of her face. Mistaking it for a victory I sneak my hand around her waist and slowly let my fingers run over her hip but before they can travel any further she slaps them away. "You haven't deserved that yet" she growls and nestles her head back, looking smug as hell. "Kateeee" I plead, trying to sneak my hand right back but catching another slap when they get too close to their estimated arrival. "You check your phone first and then I'll maybe let you try again" she states and I groan in disapproval. When my eyes finally land upon the screen my heart sinks and my stomach turns. Right there in my mentions is the reminder of my flight back home this evening. "Shit" "Huh what?" "No nothing" I say and let the phone drop to the mattress. Staring at the ceiling I am already dreading the moment I have to leave this bed, and more importantly, Kate. How am I supposed to say goodbye to this amazing woman, who I shared an amazing night with, who stole my heart even more then she did before I met her..., how? I sigh and l decide to push the disappointment away and make the most of the time that we do have left together. "Hey what got you all sad and sighing?" Kate asks and I shift so I'm facing her. "It's fine…” I try to sound neutral but failing miserably. Kate is now looking at me puzzled but I don’t want to break the news to her just yet. not now. Taking a deep breath I plaster a big smile of my face and continue with what I started just before checking my phone. “It’s nothing, but now let me get back to that promise you just made me" I grin and start rolling us over so I'm now on top of her. She smiles and wraps her hands around my neck. "Not quite convinced yet, tho" she teases "Oh, you need me to remind you why the neighbors were stomping on the ceiling last night again?" I husk in her ear, diverting my lips to her neck after I feel her shudder" "Please do..." I look up to her and grin "that was easy" "Oh shut up and do your work!" She growls, her hips already rolling into mine. "Yes sir!" I reply with a grin and crash my lips on hers, remembering how much I wish I could kiss her forever. While we kiss I shove my right thigh between her legs and moan at the wetness that has already formed down there. "Jeesus Kate" I groan and start grinding down on her, trying to find some friction for myself as well.

Diverting my lips to her neck I start leaving a trail of kisses from her earlobe and down, till I reach her breasts. Looking up for some conformation that she's really fine with this she slightly nods her head and I bend down to take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck on it. I give her other breast attention by palming it with my hand, never getting enough of feeling those soft, round breasts underneath my fingertips. Kate is now moaning profusely and it only encourages me to please her more. Switching my actions I let the tip of my tongue lick over her other nipple, making it as hard as possible before softly nipping at it with my teeth. Her back arches of the bed and it's such a turn on to watch Kate loose control like that.

Moving down from her breasts I leave a trail of wet kisses and licks down her toned stomach, loving the way her muscles flutter against my lips. Landing on her hipbone I softly suck on it gaining another strangled moan and I decide it's time to head for the jackpot. I had spend almost a half hour between her legs yesterday, working her up and then slowing down again, not getting enough of her taste and smell and how she would react to various moves. Crawling down her body, I take both of her thighs in my hand and spread her out before me, the smell of her arousal hitting my nostrils. Kate looks to me trough hooded eyes and the most beautiful pink blush spread on her cheeks, completely surrendering to me. I lay down between her legs and lining up my nose with her pubic bone. I softly blow over her before running my tongue over her wet folds. Kate is moaning uncontrollably by now and I can't help moan right into her. Her hands disappear into my hair as I work on her. After a while of tongue and fingers I feel she is getting closer. My hand reaches up to her breast and I pinch one of her nipples, stroking her clit a few more times and her moans still, as I learned last night, that being my cue. I push my fingers in as far as they go and curl them up and suck on her clit on the same time. After a few seconds she releases her breath and her legs clench around me, moaning out my name.

She pushes my head away from her center and clamps up, and almost ends up in a fetal position pulling me up to her. I wipe my mouth on the towel next to bed and pull the comforter up and over us. I press a small kiss to her temple and curl myself around her still shuddering body. "Hmpffffff" Kate moans. "That's what she said" I joke. “Shuttt uppp" Kate groans but pulls my arm around her none the less. "A thank you is al I need" I say and grin against her skin "I hate you" she growls again "Still didn't hear it" "Thank you, asshole" she reluctantly says. "Pffft unthankful creature" I say and pretend to be offended, rolling to the other side of the bed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Hmpffff Mykah I'm still way to foggy to do this" she groans and rolls over halfway, draping her hand on my hip, tugging me back to her. "I just gave you your 4th orgasm within the timespan of 7 hours and I have to practically drag a thank you out of you... that hurts my feelings!" I say, still pretending to be hurt by her. "Oh get over yourself already!" She spits, but lines her body against my back. "Well, I guess you could make it up to me." "Oh is that so?!" She suggests and runs her hand to the front of my body. "Hmmm" I humm trying to ignore the heat that she's igniting inside of me by stroking my the undersides of my boobs. "Scrambled or cooked?" "Huh what?!" I ask totally not getting what she just said. "Breakfast, do you want your eggs scrambled or cooked?" "That's not what I had in mind when I said you could make it up to me...." "It's not??? Your rumbling stomach is telling me otherwise... and to be honest mine is craving for some food too..." She says and plants a soft kiss on my shoulder Not liking where this was going at all I turn over to look at her and glance at her with a disappointed expression. "Come on, you'll survive" she teases and starts to leave the bed. "Noooooooooo, you can't just leave me here like that!" I practically scream and grab her hand pulling her back on top of me. "Mykah I need food, although I'm small I need something to keep me up and running!" She pleads and my face falls. She ducks down and with her lips to my ear she whispers "I'll make it up to you in the shower". She licks my earlobe and then bounces of the bed, throwing a discarded shirt over her head and pulling on a clean pair of panties. I throw my arm over my eyes, groaning in frustration over the way she's got me all riled up and then leaving me high and dry. "And what am I supposed to wear?" I yell after her, not having any clean clothes to wear anymore. "I left you something on my chair!" She yells back.

I guess I really wasn't skipping breakfast today...