#BOB FALLING ASLEEP WHILE READING TO THEM sorry this was so adorable
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#BOB FALLING ASLEEP WHILE READING TO THEM sorry this was so adorable#i love the kids so cute!!!!!#LINDA RESTING HER HEAD ON GENE IDK ITS SUCH A CHILL AND HAPPY SCENE#txt#bob's burgers
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Saccharinity
Word Count: 2785
Fluff, Romance, First Dates
Summary: You and Ephemer go on your first date.
A special commission oneshot I did for my good friend @taruchinator! This version is de-personalized to read as a generic reader, and this is my first real attempt at writing second-person POV, so I hope you all enjoy it. If you’re interested in commissioning a special x Reader oneshot, please see my Ko-fi!
You reclined against the bench with a soft sigh, your hooded eyes content as you watched the water gush up from the center of the fountain. The crystal-clear water sparkled in the bright sunlight streaming down from the azure sky above. It was warm on your skin, prompting you to roll your shoulders with a satisfied hum. The serene atmosphere had your eyes drifting shut; you were so at peace that you didn’t even open them when the distant toll of the clock tower resonated through Daybreak Town to mark the noon hour.
You might have even dozed off a little—you must have, for it sure felt like you jolted awake when you heard a soft, sweet voice chuckle, “I’ve kept you waiting too long, if you had time to fall asleep like this.”
Your eyes snapped open just as a hand brushed over your cheek; a swathe of your hair had slipped into your face with the sleepy bobbing of your head, and the newcomer tenderly tucked it back behind your ear. To this, however, you did not react with surprise; you had dozed off, yes, but you were not so disoriented as to not recognize the young man leaning over you with an adoring smile.
“Ephemer…”
“Sorry,” he apologized with a crooked grin. “I kept you waiting.”
You quickly shook your head.
“No, I wanted to sit here for a while and enjoy the fountain, so I got here a little early,” you insist with a wave toward it. “It’s such a lovely day, after all.”
“It is a lovely day,” he agreed, and you blushed, sensing that he was not really referring to the pleasant weather. It could be raining buckets complete with flashing lightning and booming thunder, and you had a feeling that Ephemer would still think it a lovely day simply because the two of you were going on a date together—your first date together.
The two of you belonged to the same faction, with you joining somewhat later than he. You’d quickly gravitated toward his cheerful, carefree, and slightly cocky personality; what first established itself as a solid friendship gradually grew into something more. The more time you’d spent with him, the more he began to occupy your mind. Late at night, you’d found your thoughts clouded by his airy laughs and sweet smile, found yourself replaying conversations from the day just to smile or giggle at something he’d said, found yourself aching for his presence beside you so that you could just talk about everything until the dawn rose.
You’d been delighted to learn that the feeling was mutual, as Ephemer had approached you yesterday evening after an assignment to bashfully ask you to accompany him around town on your joint day off. “As a date, you know,” he’d made sure to clarify, the boyish hope in his teal eyes at total odds with the confidence he poured into his crooked grin. He’d illuminated like a bright star at your acceptance; unable to contain his excitement, he’d pumped his fist and stamped his feet with a gleeful declaration of “I can’t wait!”
“Although I completely understand if you want to get back to your nap—” Ephemer chuckled, snapping you out of your thoughts. The roguish grin playing over his lips only served to deepen the haze of pink already much at home in your cheeks. “—there’s somewhere I’d like to take you.”
“Oh, of course!” you exclaimed and hopped up from the bench. As you stood, he reached up to poke your forehead—a gesture that had long since become familiar. And just like always, you reached up to put your hand on your forehead while smiling cheekily at him.
Unlike every time before, however, words failed you before you could quip a little barb. The sly boy had used the momentary distraction to grab ahold of your other hand. The warmth of his palm suddenly blooming against yours instantly rendered you breathless, and your eyes were owlish when you whipped your head to gape at him in surprise.
“Was that too forward?” he fretted, smiling bashfully while using his other hand to scratch at the side of his face. “I’m sorry—”
When he tried to slip his hand out of yours, you stubbornly locked his fingers around his. It was Ephemer’s turn to look at you in shock. Despite the butterflies flapping wildly in your belly and your heart playing your ribcage like a xylophone, you managed to shyly stammer, “N-no… I was just surprised, that’s all. It’s, um… nice.”
And it was nice. It felt like your hand belonged in Ephemer’s; it felt like you were a stray key that had finally found its lock.
“Yeah?” he murmured softly, and your heart somersaulted in your chest when he gave you a smile sweet enough to fill your mouth with cavities that very instant. “I think it’s nice, too,” he agreed with a gentle squeeze of your hand.
You two had better start moving, else you were liable to die before you got there—wherever there was. This boy was not good for your heart! Seriously, you were swooning on the spot, head fuzzy and legs wobbly and ears ringing with the sound of your booming heartbeat.
Ephemer seemed to sense your duress, for he chuckled and tugged lightly on your hand as he began strolling through the fountain square at a leisurely pace.
You hastily scurried forward to keep up with him, the soles of your shoes scuffing the stone with each of your shy, shuffling steps. You ducked your head, unable to stop smiling; you were holding Ephemer’s hand and on a date with him! Feeling a little bold, you closed some of the distance between the two of you, an action that the silveret acknowledged with a slight smile and another gentle squeeze of your hand.
Ambling along in comfortable silence, the two of you exited the fountain plaza to meander up the staircases through the 1st and 2nd Districts, eventually arriving at the market. It seemed that the two of you weren’t the only ones who had taken notice of what a fine day it was; the market was more bustling than usual, with scores of people perusing the myriad of wares for sale or congenially chatting with the vendors. Still others streamed in and out of the collection of stores, cafés, and other small businesses encircling the market plaza.
As if all the activity wasn’t already stimulating, your mind buzzed with the burning question of why Ephemer brought you here. This was obviously his destination, for his pace had slowed to a deliberate wander along the left side of the bazaar. Was he intending on buying you a gift? Did he want to eat lunch at one of the cafés? Oh, how you wanted to know—but Ephemer’s serenely content expression betrayed nothing of his intentions, leaving your belly to swirl hopelessly with anticipation.
You were trying to distract yourself by studying the assortment of fruits displayed in the market stall nearby when Ephemer tugged on the sleeve of your jacket to get your attention.
“This is the place, right?” he asked as you turned to look at him, curiosity written all over your features. Your eyes skipped from him to the building before you, a quaint white-and-pink shop squashed between a flower shop and a boutique. You immediately recognized it as—“The bakery that you like?”
“You remembered!” you gasped delightedly. This was, in fact, your favorite bakery in all of Daybreak Town; you simply adored their selection of sweet treats, especially their delectable cakes. You’d gushed about them to Ephemer on more than one occasion—but not nearly so often for you to have expected him to commit its name to memory. When you gave Ephemer a happy smile, he just shrugged—but the grin playing over his lips betrayed how excited he was to have pleased you.
“Let’s go inside!” you squealed and rushed for the door, dragging a laughing Ephemer along behind you. As you scurried in, you were greeted with the mouth-watering aroma of freshly-baked bread, sugary-sweet icings, rich chocolate, lemon zest, spicy cinnamon, and countless other scents blended into one tantalizing harmony. You dashed right up to the counter and squatted down to pore over the enticing selection. Your nose and one hand were pressed against the glass, while your other still clutched tightly to Ephemer’s simply because you were so preoccupied with the tasty-looking pastries before you that you hadn’t even registered you were still holding it. Your eyes flicked left and right as you mentally weighed options, each one making more drool flood your mouth.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you loved this place!” Ephemer cried suddenly. You glanced up to see him holding his belly as he doubled over slightly from the force of the laughter wracking his frame. You couldn’t really find it within yourself to be that embarrassed, though—not when he was looking at you with complete and utter adoration. You just smiled coyly, resting your head against the glass case. After laughing for several seconds, he straightened up with a contented sigh and looked down at you while pushing his hand into his silvery curls.
“Ah, sorry. You were just so adorable; I couldn’t help myself,” he chortled, and you felt that familiar full-body rush of heat as a mixture of giddiness and bashfulness washed over you. Ephemer kneeled down next to you, bringing his head close to yours to peer into the display case. The proximity just further reddened your cheeks, but you couldn’t help but peer out of the corners of your eyes at him to drink in his gorgeously long lashes, the wispy curls of his silver hair, the gem-like sheen of his teal eyes under the bright fluorescents…
You bit down on your lip and hurriedly averted your gaze back to the sweets when Ephemer suddenly peeked through his peripheral vision at you. You know he saw you staring, though, and he confirmed it with a breathy chuckle. He didn’t say anything, however, just returned his attention to the selection and tilted his head to the side slightly.
“You can have whatever you want,” he then said. “My treat.”
“Okay,” you agreed with a nod, still biting your lip but now to try and suppress the big, goofy grin trying to worm onto your face. It wasn’t really working. You looked back at the display, and as you scanned the options, something finally caught your eye.
Chocolate mousse cake… You read the small placard, and immediately, your buzzing taste buds decided that they must have it. You stood, and Ephemer must have also made his decision, for he rose directly after you. He moved to the register to place the order: a slice of the mousse cake for you, and a dreamy-looking strawberry shortcake for him. The pastry chef delivered them to the two of you on a pair of ceramic saucers, which Ephemer carried over to a nearby café table while you retrieved forks and napkins.
“Thanks.” He flashed you that dazzling smile of his when you sat down across from him and handed him a fork and napkin, and it filled you with the same airy, floaty feeling that gripped you every time he did so. However, your brain was not about to let you forget about the scrumptious cake in front of you; you soon found your gaze tugged down to it, and you wasted no time in scooping up some of the spongy cake and whipped mousse topping and bringing it to your mouth.
“Mmmmm…” you hummed in pure bliss, your lashes fluttering as the rich chocolatey goodness melted on your tongue. You were melting, too, slumping down in the chair like it rendered you boneless. Your mind swam in the heady deliciousness, so you barely registered Ephemer laughing at you again. But you did, and so you opened your eyes a sliver to see him leaning his cheek in his hand and regarding you with a dreamy smile. You flushed under such obvious reverence, and the pulse of adrenaline brought you back to reality.
“What’re you thinking?” you asked after swallowing your bite of cake, your inquisitive eyes on him as your fork reached for another.
“I’m thinking about what I have to do to make you as happy as that cake just made you,” he answered matter-of-factly.
Both his honesty and his answer threw you for a loop. Once you processed the statement, however, a rush of giddiness unlike anything you’d felt before—including two seconds ago when you’d been achieving nirvana thanks to this divine chocolate cake—coursed through you. A broad smile split your face, one far too big to even think of hiding behind your hand; you did anyway, holding the hand clutching the fork to your mouth as you coyly flapped your eyes at Ephemer.
“Say that, apparently,” you giggled. “In fact, I think you just made me happier than the cake did!”
“I could say it again if you’re unsure,” Ephemer smirked, his hand falling to the table as he sat up a little.
“No, no!” you protested with a laugh, shaking your head and holding your hands out in a placating gesture. “I don’t know if I can take hearing that twice! I might just explode with happiness!”
“Mhmm, that won’t do,” Ephemer said with a click of his tongue. “I’d miss you if you were gone.”
To his credit, he hadn’t repeated what he’d said; however, that comment was just as joy-inducing as the first. As your cheeks blazed red-hot like fire, you dropped the fork onto the saucer and slapped your hands to your face. It was all you could do not to squeal into them. You did, however, squeal very loudly in your own head, which is why you did not hear Ephemer quietly scooting the chair around the small table.
No, instead, you dropped your hands from your face to suddenly find him sitting next to you.
You might have jumped if it were not for the way his teal-green eyes instantly electrified you. You just sat there, mouth slightly agape and eyes as wide as the saucer sitting in front of you, as Ephemer gently took one of your hands a little closer.
“Can I try something?” he asked so softly, so gently, that you would have wondered if he’d spoken at all if not for his lips moving. You weren’t naïve; you had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to try. It both titillated and unnerved you, making your heart flutter in your chest and your entire body tingle with anticipation. You quashed that scared-excited feeling just enough to close your mouth and nod.
“Close your eyes,” Ephemer instructed in a voice that was, somehow, even softer than before. So soft that it entranced you like a spell, and you found yourself obeying without thinking much about it. As your eyes fluttered shut, you noticed his lips twitch into an adoring smile.
And then, a second later, those same lips were pressing gently to yours. A kiss as soft as his words, like feathers brushing lightly over your skin. They carried the sweetness of the spongecake and strawberries and icing, but also a saccharinity that was entirely Ephemer. As he lingered there for several seconds, just resting his mouth against yours, his thumb stroked across the top of your hand. Such a simple gesture, but one that had your heart soaring even more.
When he finally pulled back, your lips instantly curved into a small, bashful smile. You opened your eyes to find that he mirrored your grin. You wiggled shyly in your seat, then laughed airily, “Well, that definitely made me happier than the cake.”
“Oh, good,” Ephemer chortled. “I was beginning to think that I’d be unable to compete.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” you laughed as you retrieved your fork and scooped up some more of the cake, “I’m gonna miss this when it’s gone. This cake has definitely captured a little piece of my heart.”
“Well, I can content myself with having the rest of your heart, I suppose,” Ephemer smirked, his blue-green eyes flashing mischievously. He tilted his head to the side a little as his expression shifted back to fondness, and he then asked, “If you’ll give it to me, of course.”
And the look you gave him in return left no room for doubt. You scooched your chair closer so you could lean into him a little, and you answered him with a gaze just as soft as his.
“You already have it, Ephemer.”
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Bumbleby Week DAY 3 - Single Parent AU/ Parenting Bees
The Dragons Den
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43200318/chapters/108635661
Yang knew every regular at her shop and so when an unfamiliar car began rolling in she was quick to pull herself out from under her speedster and hop to her feet.
She was just in time to see a dark hair Faunus in a smart business suit with a long dark coat and short bob cut stepping out off their car, a redheaded child with matching ears in her arms.
Tossing the oil rag over her shoulder Yang bounced up to her and seeing the tension running through her and the Childs frames, bowed theatrically. "Good day dear customer, welcome to the Dragon Dens, how may the humble Yang Xiao Long be of service this day?"
She was rewarded with an amused huff from the parent and a sort of pouty stare from the kid.
"Blake Belladonna, and," She trailed off, "I was hoping you could do an emergency check on my car, but it seems you might be a bit crowded."
"Not at all," Yang waved vaguely at her speedster, "Two of the cars here are our own and can be rolled out whenever we have extra clients. We normally handle cars for drag races, but we do a good bit of honest work two," She added with a wink.
"Well, so long as we're not being a bother. I'm Blake, and my cars been making this sort of screeching rattle all day."
"Not an uncommon problem with that model, planned obsolescence and such, but first, can I ask who this cutie is?" She motioned tot he child, still clinging to their mother.
Blake blinked owlishly but nodded, "This is Yin, say hello Yin," she hefted her child up a little higher, but the girl just saw of glared.
"Not cute, I am fierce and powerful!" She protested.
Yang mock reared back a little, "Forgive me, Lord Yin, it seems I misjudged you, can I be forgiven?"
The child's mock imperious look was frankly adorable and showed her resemblance to Blake clearly, as she finally waved a hand, "You are forgiven, peasant."
"Yin"," Blake huffed, "She's been reading a lot of epic fantasy lately."
"My sister was the same, though I usually read to her till she was old enough, speaking of which. Yo, Ruby, move your car, we have a client!"
Ruby's voice echoed from the break room, "Fiiiiiine, but this doesn't cut into my break time!"
"Pfft, break implies she does any work around here besides fuss over her Crescent Rose." Yang waved vaguely in the direction of a side room, "This is a pretty standard problem, if you want to hang around feel free, the side room there's got toys, a surprisingly robust library and comfortable couch. If two out of three clients falling asleep on it is anything to go by."
Blake looked briefly concerned, but nodded slowly as Yang led them over to the room. "All right, that sounds good, I can get some work done while Yin plays."
Crescent Rose's engine flared to life just as Yang closed the door, and despite her efforts, Blake & Yin's ears pressed to their heads.
"Sorry," Yang cringed.
"You get used to it," Blake said, massaging her daughters ears with her free hand, "Oh and here's the keys."
"Much obliged madam, I shall return to you shortly," Yang waved at the pair before stepping out of the room and her professional mask slipped back on.
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Blake had started working on her laptop quickly enough, as Yin amused herself building a castle to then destroy in a palace coup, but... Well children were exhausting, work was hard and the lounge was indeed quite comfortable.
So Blake had fallen asleep.
Not for long, or so she hoped, stirring to wakefulness at the sound of an engine echoing and feeing cold terror settle in her stomach at the realization Yin was gone.
She nearly threw her laptop aside as she leapt to her feet, ripping open the door and freezing at the sight before her.
Yin was perfectly fine, sitting on a rolling board with a lollypop in her mouth, as Yang stepped out of the car and offered her a high five which was surprisingly returned.
"Yin?" Blake asked, her voice not quite level.
"Hi mama, you fell asleep, so I came to help here," Yin said promptly, before waving her lollypop, "I got a lollypop too."
"I... See," She said slowly, as Yang pulled off her gloves and rubbed her brow.
"Yin was very helpful, made sure I didn't put a foot wrong," Yin nodded proudly at that, "And lo and behold your care is good as new!"
"Well, thank you for handling this so quickly, how much do I owe you?"
"I'll do a write up," Yang said, moving towards the small counter as Blake followed, while Yin continued to roll on her little board.
"Sorry about the shock with your daughter," Yang whispered, "She really didn't want to wake you."
"Its fine, I'm glad she had a good time, and I've just been working so much recently I dropped out not long after touching the lounge."
"It does tend to do that, say, what do you do anyway, if you don't mind me asking," Yang said as she began keying numbers into a machine.
"I'm with the diplomatic corp," Blake said vaguely.
"Ah, Anima then, or somewhere else?"
Blake arched her brow, "What makes you think Anima?"
Yang shrugged, "My ma and uncle spent a lot of their youth down there and your accents kinda similar."
Humming Blake said, "Would they happen to be Faunus?"
Yang's lips pursed, "My uncle isn't, but my mother... Might be? We don't know each other that well, and the one time I asked about it she got kind of... Weird, not negative, just kind of wandered off, a lot earlier than she usually did so I didn't ask again."
"Hmm, well I can't say much about that, but there have been problems with children's traits being removed in that area, its mostly a generation ago now but still," She shook her head. "Anyway I am with Kuo Kuana's embassy, but I spent a lot of my youth in Anima."
"Ah, the Southern islands, you are far from home, enjoying Vale so far?" She asked with a wink.
"It has its charms, though it takes forever to pay for things," She chuckled.
"Ah, my golden heel, small talk, but here is your bill madam."
The price seemed quite reasonable and Blake flashed her card through the scanner, with lull in conversation letting Yang ask.
"Forgive me if this is a little forward, but would you be interested in going out to dinner sometime, maybe a lunch?" Yang's cheeks were tinged red.
Blake's ears twitched in amusements, "Normally someone asks that before charging full price."
"Ah, well I didn't want to make it seem like I was holding something over you to get a date, but hey if a fee reduction increases my chances..." She shrugged widely, showing off, powerfully muscled arms that made Blake want to purr.
"Well, you missed your chance this time, but," Blake scribbled her number on the receipt. "You are fortunate I am a magnanimous woman." She pressed the slip of paper against Yang's beaming smile and called, "Yin, sweetie, time to go!"
"Yes mama!"
Yang who had been looking over the number glanced at Yin as the girl rolled over to them, and Blake added, "Its not everyday Yin decides she likes someone enough to hang out with them."
"So I passed the Yin test?"
"For now," Blake winked, as she scooped her daughter up, "As for lunch, we'll see; good day for now, miss Xiao Long."
The woman doffed of her cap and bowed again, "And a good day to you!"
Only once Blake was out of sight did Yang pump her fist into the air and shout, "Wahoo!"
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A lasting impression (Steven Grant x fem!reader)
Summary: Steven falls asleep on you. No… I mean literally on you.
Reader: fem! Vagina-owner. She/her pronouns. Gendered language e.g. girl, pretty.
Author’s note: I couldn’t resist a second bash at Steven. I adore him 🥺 Written largely before Ep2, so it’s Ep1-centric.
Genre: one-shot, fluff, pining, meet cute, silliness, but also angst I’M SORRY. Definite angst. (If you don’t want the angst and think ignorance is bliss, stop reading at the heading “the next day” for a far fluffier experience. Either version should feel complete.)
Rating: Mature for mentions of sex. NO SMUT.
Warnings: EPISODE 1 SPOILERS. Mentions of: memory lapses / time-skipping / sleep disorders - inc. insomnia, night terrors (reader). Loneliness. Sex references (nothing explicit). Swearing. Rejection themes. Not proofed very well.
“Oh god no,” you hiss, upon seeing the limp torso of the stranger in the row opposite you begin to cant dangerously towards the aisle. The priorly sleepy (now sleeping) stranger has been nodding off intermittently for the whole bus journey so far, causing his pretty curls to bounce and flop over his forehead in a way which has kept drawing your eye.
If you don’t intervene soon, however, the crumpled heap of him on the floor will be drawing your eye, as the bus zooms dangerously fast around a loose corner. And so, you urgently shuffle your bum to the aisle-edge of your seat, stretching your arm out across the space to nudge the man into a more upright position. Your palm contacts his arm gently, but with enough force to redirect his centre of balance; just right.
It’s often amusing to watch someone fall asleep on public transport, you think. The gradual head loll, followed by the sudden jerking awake? The embarrassed look around - sometimes an abrupt, rough snore snatching them awake, the kerfuffle resulting in covertly passed laughter - little bundles of joy spread between the other passengers with a stifled laugh behind a palm here, and mirth-sparkled eye contact there? Cracking entertainment, that. At least, it is when you’re out of data for the month and can’t watch videos of cats taking baths to amuse you on the route home. However, with this guy… it’s simply not funny. The sheer aura of despondency he wears like a cloak sees to that. All you want to do is hug him. Sing him a lullaby. He looks flat enough, deflated enough, that you could lie him on your floor and use him as a bath mat. Of course, apart from those persistent, voluminous curls.
But, it’s more than that. There’s something else about him which means you’re simply not laughing.
Instead, you’re… looking.
Is it his infeasibly long lashes, fanning out over his cheek? The set of his sharp jaw bobbing gradually towards his chest? His broad hands, resting - palms up - against his denim-clad thighs?
You snatch your eyes away. Christ. You’re sure this can’t be right. You don’t think it’s illegal, but surely it can’t be right to - effectively - watch someone sleeping, can it? Without their knowledge? Even on a bus, there’s surely rules for that sort of thing?
Regardless, for the sake of his physical safety (quite aside from any -ahem- personal motivations you may have), you’ve been keeping a pretty close eye over in his direction ever since he’d boarded. You’d watched him shuffle aboard the bus, immediately dropping his Oyster card on the floor, and almost losing the lid off that bright pink, heart-shaped box of chocolates - currently tucked under one elbow - while he bent to retrieve it. He’d practically gone full Frank Spencer.
Well. Typical Steven, you’d thought to yourself as you saw the scene unfold. This poor bugger can never seem to catch a break.
Oh, yes, that’s right - you do know his name.
And whilst he’s technically a stranger, in that you’ve never been formally introduced, you know a fair few other things about him too.
You’re not a stalker or anything - it’s just that by divine intervention, this rather cute man has happened to share your bus route for the past few months; a fact which utterly delights you (that full-on tummy butterfly level of delight) - around 8:30am and at 5:30pm, Tuesday through Friday.
In your past few months of very distant admiration of him, you have learned a few things. You know, for example, that he alights for work near Museum Street. You know that he’s a bit of a bookworm - ancient history, puzzles, and poetry almost exclusively. That he drinks an unholy amount of coffee from a large keep-cup. (Oat milk too - you’d noted the little barista-applied sticker that one time.) You know that while he’s seemingly awkward and generally knackered as all fuck while he’s awake…he’s positively breathtaking when he’s sleeping.
You know that his name is Steven. Never Steve or Steve-o or anything else. You know this, because you’ve overheard copious sweet voicemails he’s left for his mum on his journeys home, detailing whatever he’s been up to that particular day. He’s so soft spoken that you never quite catch the details, but you can’t miss his sign-off of “Laters, gators”, which makes your face split with a bright, involuntary grin whenever you hear it.
You’ve learned something about yourself too, through your casual but routine observances of him. You’ve learned that you clearly have a soft spot for environmentally-conscious history nerds with pretty, dark curls; because you’ve definitely developed a little bit of a soft spot for him.
Finally, and probably most importantly, you’ve come to learn which his correct bus stop is too. A knowledge which, unbeknownst to Steven, has saved his hide on a number of occasions.
After witnessing his abject dismay, several times now - the man having jerked himself awake moments too late, watching his stop slink by the window in a blur with gentle, resigned despair - you took it upon yourself to intervene. To offer a little helping hand.
Your interventions are subtle, to say the least. Sometimes you will cough loudly -once- within earshot, or stage a very sudden telephone call at just the right volume to be mildly intrusive. Sometimes, you will simply nudge him awake with a gentle hand, pressing the bell on his behalf with a soft smile so that by the time he comes to, filtering through the layers of sleep and back to reality, he finds the bus pulling-in precisely where he wishes to alight, and at just the right moment.
Yes, your interventions are subtle… but perhaps a little too much so?
You’ve noticed him - can’t help but notice him - but you don’t believe he’s noticed you.
How could he, you suppose, when he won’t meet your gaze, whenever you bravely attempt to spark up a conversation or share a smile? Or, how could he see you when his eyelids are always dropping with tiredness - or closing altogether as he drifts off. Why would he notice you, anyway? Someone like him? Someone as perfect as him?
Still, you hold out hope that one day you might finally make a lasting impression. Especially after that one day recently, when he finally paid you some direct attention.
He had looked a little different that day. More awake, for starters - maybe that had been it. He’d been standing taller. Carrying a gold fish in a small plastic bag, arm hung down by his side. And, when he had boarded the bus, as usual, he had noticed you right away. His big brown eyes had snagged on yours. He had appraised you confidently, instead of shyly, offering you an effortless smile as he had looked you up and down. Successfully walking a fine line of being appreciative, without it coming off at all as lecherous.
He’d looked at you. Really looked at you, and you’d thought about him all day after that. Then, you had barely stopped thinking about him since.
“Jesus Christ, Steven,” you grumble in the present moment, as his torso once again sways precariously.
In response, thinking on your feet, you slot yourself hurriedly into the vacant seat next to him, so that you can better subdue his near-perilous movements.
Jesus. The bus driver is particularly chaotic today. Must want to get back to the depot stat, given this is the last bus of the night and his shift will be due to end.
You’re riding the bus home later than usual today, after seeing a late night exhibition. You’d taken yourself, on your monthly “self-date” - because none of your friends seem to be quite as into the “weird” and/or “shit” things you personally enjoy frequenting. And so, given the lateness, you were very surprised to see Steven appear here at the same time too.
Even stranger than that, was the fact that he’d been on a date by himself too. You’d quite accidentally eavesdropped on today’s voicemail to his mum. Given that the bus was near empty at this hour - aside from a cantankerous looking woman sat on the folding seats at the front, and a bunch of drink-addled football fans (wasn’t the match yesterday?) singing up in the top deck - it would have been hard not to overhear. He’d told his mum that the date had gone well. That she’d loved the chocolates and the flowers. Yet, between the fact he was alone, still had both those items in his possession, and looked like he was about to burst into tears at any given moment, you deduced that was a lie. Or; if not a lie, at least a truth he couldn’t bear to hear out loud quite yet.
You’d guessed that maybe he was stood-up, from context, and you find yourself wishing desperately that you could have switched places with his date tonight. You would have shown up. You would have told him how handsome he looks in this black buttoned-up shirt of his. You would have kissed him goodnight, if he’d wanted to kiss you too.
How sad, you think - your eyes sweeping over the now crushed roses - that you were both out tonight alone, each of you wishing for some company.
You shuffle a little closer to Steven, keeping as much of a respectful distance as you can on the seat. You clip your hand on to his arm like a little Lego person’s, pinning him in place and making sure he’s more or less maintaining his upright position. No danger of his face colliding with anything here. Not under your watch.
The woman at the front of the bus looks judgementally at you for it. Or, maybe that’s simply her face and you are using her as an avatar for judging yourself. “I’m not robbing him or anything,” you shout-whisper in her direction. “Just want him to keep all his teeth.”
You like his teeth. They’re perfectly imperfect.
As you ponder on that thought, the bus jerks to a sudden stop, the driver leaning out of the window and shouting at some poor cyclist. And, of course, the slamming on of brakes causes Steven to jerk awake.
Oh shit. You hadn’t thought about what would happen when he woke up.
Here you are, sat right next to the bloke, in a different seat than you had been in before, on an almost empty bus. Steven’s eyes open slowly, and he looks at you in rightful confusion. “Hello.” You greet shakily, still clutching on to his jacket. Oh damn. You really hadn’t thought this all the way through, had you? “I’m not trying to rob you or anything. I just wanted you to keep all of your teeth,” you blurt hurriedly, falling back on your last coherent thought.
His eyes widen and he lifts a hand to his mouth and jaw in concern, feeling his face with his fingertips and drawing them down to look at them, as though he expects them to come away covered in blood or something. He seems exceptionally relieved that his teeth and jaw remain intact.
Fuck. You hadn’t meant to alarm the man.
“Hiya?” he says then, with a dazed, sleepy blink. And then… a slower blink. Well actually - it turns out - half a blink, since it results in him closing his eyes and not opening them again.
Yeah. Also known as sleeping.
He’s sleeping again.
So much for your lasting impression.
You sigh out a breathy laugh at your own expense and at the ridiculousness of the situation, but this time, as Steven keels over into the land of slumber, his head falls sideward, until it comes to rest softly on your shoulder. His head! On your mother-freaking shoulder!
“You sweet sleepy prince,” you chide far too fondly, thinking that perhaps, you can gently shrug him off before he settles there. However, your gentle jostling fails to rouse him, and you don’t have the heart for anything more vigorous.
Well shit. What do you do now?
Is this… okay? You know him and he doesn’t know you. Not at all. Is it okay to let someone sleep on your shoulder if they don’t know they’re doing it but you do know that they are and they don’t know that you do know them even though they don’t know you, or what?
Wow. Your gold medalist sprinting thoughts race to the worst case scenario, as they usually do, and you are practically running through your defence before the jury in your head within moments. “I wasn’t robbing him, your honour!”
Alright, you think, after a few deep, calming breaths. It’s alright. You don’t think it’s illegal to let someone who fell asleep on your shoulder continue to rest there. Possibly not even morally objectionable either. If anything, aren’t you doing him a favour? Letting him get some proper shut eye? He sure as hell seems to need it.
You gulp though. Because, oh god. What happens this time when he wakes up? Wakes up nuzzled into you? You’ve left it too long now as well. You’ve let this whole goddamn situation spiral out of control and there’s no possible way you can ever come back from this, is there?
You fix your eyes straight ahead in panic at the fact you now have a glorious Steven head parroting on your shoulder, light little puppy snores sounding from him. Snores which are so cute you feel like your heart is being crushed in a vice.
There’s only one remaining option left, you realise.
To consult the group chat.
Hastily, you retrieve your phone from out of your coat pocket, keeping one arm very still so as to not disturb the still-technically-a-stranger, thankfully able to type sufficiently well with your other hand.
“!!!!!!!! Help me!!!!! Bus crush man is asleep on my shoulder. This is not a drill! What the fuck do I do?”
Your friend Amy is first to respond. Within a second. Slow night at work, mate?
Bestie: “😂😂😂😂Couldn’t keep him awake could you you boring sod?”
Then, the pings come thick and fast.
Foz: “Bus crush man!!! 😍”
Harps: “Is that the sleepy one? …Or was that bookshop crush man?”
Bestie: “He’s *asleep* on her, what do you think? 😂😂😂. Anyway keep up, bookshop man is old news. It’s all about the curly cutie these days 👀”
You sigh. Can they get to the bit where they’re helping soon, or what?
You: “Helpful guys, thanks a lot 🙄 My expiration is imminent - are you not getting this?”
As your shoulders rise and fall with your deep sigh, contemplating how this situation is 100% terrible, actually, Steven stirs a little with the motion of you dejectedness. Suddenly terrified that he’s woken up, with a perfect view of your phone screen, you twist your head in horror to check he’s still snoozing. The last thing you need is to have to explain who “bus crush man” is to “bus crush man” himself. However, as you twist your head, the shift in position dips your nose down towards his luxurious curls, and you practically let out a moan of pleasure as you exhale your inhale. Jesus his hair smells good. Like honey. Like cinnamon. Like freesia. He smells mother fucking edible. Like some divine nectar of the gods.
You: “Oh fuck me. Full on panic stations, you lot. He smells so. Fucking. Gooooood.”
Bestie: “Fucking Perv 😂😂😂”
Harps: “Get a new emoji, Ames. You’re such a bloody milennial.”
Foz: “Wait. Explain. Are you on the bus or did you pull him?!!!?! I thought you said he’d been blanking you for weeks, babes?”
Bestie: “Keep up, bitch. On Thursday he was making eyes.”
Well this endeavour is useless. They won’t stop prattling on and you, meanwhile, inch ever closer to your doom.
You: “Cheers for the stellar advice, you absolute numbnuts (affectionate). I’ll figure it out myself, shall I?”
Bestie: “wait!”
Finally.
Bestie: “I know what you should do.”
You’re waiting.
Bestie: “send us a selfie so we can get a proper look at him 😂😂😂”
You huff out air in exasperation.
You: “Ames, I swear to god.”
Well. That was a dead end.
You love them but…
You’re the last single one of your group, and though that means they love to live vicariously through your dating adventures… it also sometimes means they are blooming useless when it counts.
You swear you can even feel your blood pressure spiking; but Steven, meanwhile, is apparently in a state of bliss. His breathing is slow and snuffly and soporific. His face is nuzzling into the crook of your neck, meaning that his soft, dense curls brush in an utterly heavenly way across the bare skin above your collar.
When that happens, sending a pleasant little shiver snaking down your spine, you perhaps look down at him a little more fondly than you should. As though he belongs there, next to you. Perhaps breathing in a little too deeply, eager to get a waft of his delicious scent again. You know you’re perhaps taking it too far, because the woman on the folding seat is giving you that very judgemental look all over again.
That’s when your next, rather horrifying thought strikes you.
Oh god! What if she wakes him up and tells him you were smelling his hair?! You think you would quite simply pass away if that was to happen.
Still, even though you didn’t know what to do at first, you are so glad you didn’t move away. You like feeling the weight of him up against you. Like his reassuring scent of cinnamon and old books. And his curls are so soft and still tickling the bare skin above your collar and… is he? Talking in his sleep? He is. Something precious and mumbly about a “beautiful dream.”
You smile softly to yourself, your heart growing three sizes.
A beautiful dream.
He deserves that, you think.
Sure, you don’t know him. Not really. But you’ve never seen him be anything but gentle. Never heard him say anything unkind. He’s never pushed his way through the crowded aisle or elbowed himself a touch more wiggle room on the busy commute. He’s never jumped the queue. He always gives up seat if somebody else needs it. He always remembers to call his mum. He never dog-ears the pages of his books. Always uses a bookmark. How could anyone like that not deserve beautiful dreams.
You know all too well what it’s like to have bad ones, and if his are good right now, you wouldn’t dare to rob him of a precious thing like that.
Now, you know you exactly what to do. You shouldn’t move him. You should let him have this sweet dream for as long as is possi-
-the bus jerks.
Fucking typical.
Steven’s eyes snap open and he looks around quickly. As if he’s trying to remember where he is after emerging from a deep state of contentment and into a sticky public bus. After skirting it around the interior of the bus, he turns his gaze to you, his eyes in soft focus still, his blinks languid. His gaze travels all over your face and he gasps in a small breath, his face lifting with the subtlest and purest of smiles.
For a moment, he looks at you as though through a veil of stars. As if you are his beautiful dream. As if he believes that he’s still dreaming when he looks at you, all wrapped up in the comforting blanket of it. Safe and warm.
That is, until a half-filled can of coke is chucked down the stairs of the bus, rolling and spluttering everywhere.
You seethe in a breath as Steven is snatched well and truly back to the waking world, harshly stolen from slumber, but slowly piecing it altogether.
“I’m so sorry. Did I?” He points cautiously at your shoulder, before wiping a trail of drool from his chin.
“You fell asleep on me.”
“I drooled on you a little bit there as well, look.”
You do look down, at a wet patch on your jacket. So he did. “Oh,” you wave a palm dismissively. “Don’t worry.” You’ve fantasied about kissing him enough that you don’t even find stranger-shoulder-drool repulsive. God, you really need a date.
He flounders for his next words for a moment, so your motor-mouth reliably pipes up to fill the gaps. “Was my conversation boring you or something?” you scoff lightly.
Steven looks mildly panicked. Apologetic. “Sorry. Were we talking?”
“No. Sorry.” You cringe. You weren’t, really. “It was a joke.” Yeah. Nice one. The best jokes are the ones you have to explain after the fact aren’t they. You’re such a fucking hoot.
Steven laughs kindly then. Blinks his dark-circled eyes at you, as if he’s still not quite sure if he’s awake.
“Heavy weekend?”
He puffs out air. Pumps his eyebrows. “Spent most of it blacked out.”
You raise your eyebrows in turn, and your lips form an “o”. You hadn’t pegged him for a warehouse rave type, or whatever other type of partying might cause him to black-out. Does he get rat-arsed on the regular?
Anyway, upon seeing your surprise at his words, it occurs to Steven that maybe that wasn’t a great thing to have said without any further context.
“I mean. Not really,” he says nervously. “That was a joke too.” You smile but you don’t laugh, contemplating the fact that you’re so desperate enamoured with him that you’d probably even go to a warehouse rave (your own personal hell) if it meant being closer to him. “I’m just tired. From the gym,” he adds.
You do laugh then, which makes the poor man look a little affronted. It’s not that he doesn’t have a “gym body” or anything like that - all sorts of bodies can be gym bodies. It’s just that he doesn’t exactly strike you as a muscle head. Besides, he seems to have his nose buried in a book so often that you simply don’t think he’d have time for repetitions of squat thrusts.
Heat finds your face when you consider him performing that motion however, and you opt to swiftly move on from any talk of the gym whatsoever - in case that leaves you deceased too.
“Well. Look at us,” you smile. “Two comedians, eh?”
A smile flickers at corners of his mouth. “Sit-down comedians…” Oh. You get it. Because you’re not doing stand-up. Your musical laugh lilts over him. “Maybe we can get that nice person over there to be out compère.” He gestures towards the cantankerous lady. “Hiya!” He waves down at her, an endearingly restrained little wave, accompanied with a cautiously bright smile.
“Cheeky sod,” she scolds, and his face drops immediately.
You take the moment to look out of the window, at the streets slipping by in a blur. You desperately try not to notice the single curl sticking up and out of place on Steven’s head as he turns to follow your gaze, because if you do you will be pummelled by his cuteness all over again, and it’s given you enough of a beating already today. “Sorry. I was just worried you’ll miss your stop. You get off by the Tesco express - is that the one?” He looks at you quizzically, and so you hastily explain. “I’ve seen you on here a few times. You’re a couple of stops before me so…”
“Oh!” He says, studying your face as though trying to place you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t recognise you. From the bus.” He looks at you and blinks in confusion, like he really has never noticed you before. Maybe you were imagining it on Thursday. “Yeah. That’s me. Next to the Tesco Express.”
“We said hello the other day actually. When you had the fish?”
Ouch. Well. That one hurts. Not even a flicker of recognition in his eyes when you say that. That’s a blow to the ol’ self-esteem.
God. Maybe he’d been smiling at someone behind you and you jumped on it - like a total tool.
Regardless, though, of whether he knows you, you’ll still make sure he doesn’t miss his stop today. Just like usual.
Steven shakes his head softly in confusion. Lifting a head to scratch his crown of curls. “Sorry. It’s just… If I’d seen you, I definitely would’ve remembered you,” Steven says softly, that veil of stars over his gaze again as he studies you. Bashfully, you exhale a breath, and you wring your hands in front of you with nerves. Well, that’s a nice sentiment for sure. But, clearly it’s not the truth, is it? He did forget you. Steven looks at the floor as if in apology. “I mean. You seem completely lovely.” God, this is worse, you think. Can’t he just gloss over the fact he has zero clue who you are and move on? Still, in the next moment, he looks achingly sad, ever so suddenly. His eyes wet. “Only thing I can think is… Must have thought you were a dream.” His fave grows pinched. “A beautiful dream. Can’t always tell the difference, some of ‘em. Seem so real sometimes, don’t they?”
You nod, blinking profusely. Trying to understand what to make of all of this.
And wow. Shit. Why is there a lump in your throat, exactly? You swallow it down. It feels all scratchy. Your chest feels full of emotion.
You hate seeing him in pain. You only want to make it better.
You don’t understand everything he’s talking about - not precisely. But you do know something about that feeling. About not understanding what’s real. Not knowing the difference. You’ve been plagued by night terrors since you were a child. You always believe you’re awake when the monsters visit, however hard you try to understand they’re not really there.
You follow Steven’s gaze down to his lap, where he now nestles the battered box of chocolates.
There’s that lump in your throat again.
You know he was likely stood-up, but you don’t entirely feel like admitting you eavesdropped on his conversation, and so, you offer a prompt. He can be the one to decide how much he’d like to share with you.
“Secret admirer?”
He laughs pitifully. “Yeah. No. I don’t think so,.. more like blatant enemies at the minute, actually.” You nod your head in sympathy. Again, you’re not entirely following what he’s meaning, but the feeling of him being cut-up about it translates perfectly. “I got stood up a little bit. On a date.”
You hum in understanding, conveying your sympathies. You hold yourself back from gushing that you can’t possibly imagine - can’t understand why anyone wouldn’t jump at the chance to be with him. “Well. You know what they say. Rejection is redirection.”
He perks up a little. Offers you a soft smile. “Rejection is redirection. Yeah. I like that.”
He looks into your eyes again. Really looks at you, and then he nods his head as if he’s made his mind up about something, with utter certainty.
“Do you like chocolates? I don’t wanna waste ‘em.” Upon seeing light shock pass over your face he backpedals, just a touch. “And anyway, I’m vegan so I can’t even eat these. Properly hate food waste, so…”
“Thank you, but my mum always told me not to takes sweets from strangers.”
“Oh of course. Sorry. I didn’t mean to be creepy or anything. Thought it might be nice. I hate food waste so…”
“I meant…” You bump your elbow against his. “I can’t take sweets from strangers. So… maybe you’d better introduce yourself?”
His face cracks into a smile now that he understand you. That’s better. So much better, seeing him happy. “I’m Steven. Steven Grant. I work in a gift shop.”
“Nice.” You can’t stop grinning. Can you ride around on this bus forever, please? You offer your name next. Steven repeats it under his breath a few times, as if desperately trying to embed it in his core memory. And, since he provided his profession too, “I work in a library.”
“A library! That’s amazing!” His genuine, unfiltered enthusiasm makes you laugh with surprise. There’s such a purity about him. Not necessarily an innocence; but a forthright integrity that seems all to rate these days. You get the sense that although he’s soft-spoken and unassuming, he shouldn’t be underestimated. That he know what he likes, what he wants, and what he stands for. You like that about him.
“The gift shop’s always the funnest bit. What’s the best ware that you stock?”
He turns more in his seat, angling his body towards you. Your knees bump together briefly. “Well. It’s mostly plastic stuff, yeah? Which ultimately isn’t great for the fishes is it? But we do have these little pyramid paper weights. They’re quite snazzy, I think.”
“Paper weights, hmm? Is that what the pyramids were built for?” you jest. “I’d always wondered about that.”
“Actually they were used for…” Steven begins to correct, out of sheer passion and breadth of knowledge of the topic more than anything, until he clocks the wide, playful grin on your face, your hand falling on to his forearm as you shake with mirth. “It was a joke,” he realises in time, huffing out a soft laugh.
“It was a joke, Steven,” you confirm good-naturedly.
A pleasant silence falls over the two of you, and you can feel the dull warmth of his arm burning through his layers. However, just then, his stomach rumbles rather loudly. “Sorry. Still a bit hungry, and I really didn’t want to eat these chocolates if I can help it. Already had a steak today - so I haven’t been too kind to the cows.”
“Oh here…” you rifle briefly in your handbag, for your leftover half-pack of Doritos. You unfurl the packet and offer the mouth to him. “Would you like a mini pyramid? I think these are vegan.” His soft yet chaotic laugh, and the way his eyes crinkle at your lame joke, has to be the most beautiful thing in the world, you think. “Or… what did your caregivers tell you about taking snacks from strangers?”
“Well,” he says softly, looking up at you from beneath his lashes in a way that makes you feel like you’re spinning. “We’re not strangers anymore, are we?”
“No,” you breathe, voice far too husky as Steven blinks bashfully at you. “I guess we’re not.”
There is a gentle heat eddying in between you, you think, but then, despite every effort to stifle it, you’re sure, Steven fractures it with a sudden yawn.
“Am I keeping you up?” you joke, certainly not blaming the poor man.
“Sorry. It’s not you. Definitely not you. I’m just so knackered.”
Yes. You’d picked up on that as a theme from his life.
“Do you want to get some more shut eye? You can lean on me again if you like,” you offer. “I really wouldn’t mind if you did.” Really. No lie.
Steven looks mistily down towards your shoulder, as if that sounds rather appealing. “That sounds lovely. But… I don’t want to go to sleep.” You furrow your brows in light confusion. That sounds a little counterintuitive. “Don’t want to forget you,” he admits. “Don’t want to confuse you for a dream.”
You smile at him. A little too fondly. God, you’re plummeting for this man. Fast. “You’ll know I’m real, dafty.”
“How?” His eyes go big and round and soft, searching yours in earnest as though you hold all the secrets he’s been searching for answers to.
“‘Cause you’ll see me when you wake up, won’t you?”
It’s that simple. Really. But it causes Steven to deliver a happy but bewildered smile. “That would be nice.” He flusters. “Really nice, that.” He glances down at your lips, his gaze a little heavy. With desire this time? Maybe?
Wait.
Hang on a minute.
Does he like you?
You really hope he likes you. You try to turn the flirtation up a notch to test the waters. Try to push things a little in that direction, if he’s willing. Turns out, you barely even have to try to inject flirtation into your voice at this point. Your desire has sunk into your middle and your voice has sunk with it, becoming a deeper, husky thing. “Or… if you really do want to stay awake. I… I think I can find some way to keep you up?” You quirk an eyebrow at him. Wait with bated breath for his reaction.
He gulps. You see it trail down his throat. You see a deeper colour flush his brown skin, heat crawling up his neck, even as he nods with vehement agreement at the prospect. “Yeah? You reckon?”
“Mmm.” You smile saucily, hoping he likes this new direction. You think that he does. He looks like he’s going to blow a gasket… or something.
“That would be…” His gaze drops to your lips again. “Really nice.” He makes a strangled sound in his throat. You see his hand shift, as though he almost moves to place it on your thigh and then thinks better of it - much to your dismay. “Do you like puzzles?” he blurts then, in a higher-pitched, rather choked-out voice.
Gosh. He’s cute when he’s nervous too. Maybe you’ll make him nervous later -in a good way. If he wants you to.
“What? Like Wordle?” His curveball takes you by surprise. Unless a puzzle is some new sex fad you know nothing about because it’s been so long since you last did it with anyone. Entirely plausible.
“What’s wordle?”
“Oh my god. Steven. Are you living under a rock?”
He pulls on his collar. Pops the top button open. “You probably don’t want to see where I’m living.” Another gulp. “There’s a lot of sand. I’ve got some sand issues at the minute, so it’s not the best time for visitors.”
You lick your lips, an unintentional drag of your tongue along your lower lip, and the gesture seems to drive Steven wild. He makes another strangled little noise. Something like a creak. Like he’s straining under the weight of his own desire, his chin jutting a little closer, closing a little of the gap between you.
“Shit,” you realise when it’s too late. When you’ve already whizzed by the Tesco. “Steven, we missed your stop.”
You failed him.
He follows your gaze out of the window. “Bollocks. And it’s pissing it down now as well. Next stop isn’t for ages.”
You bite your lip, hastily forming a plan. “Do you… Um. Would you… want to come back to mine until the rain stops? I can show you what wordle is. Make you some coffee?” You gesture down to his lap. “Help you finish those chocolates?” How many reasons can you give to tempt him? “And… Um. I don’t have any sand problems at my place. Not one.” You smack your lips together.
“I dunno. Do you…” he takes a huge breath. You wait on tenterhooks for his question. “Do you have any oat milk?”
Is that his dealbreaker?
He seems uncertain. Nervous. And so, you have a flash of concern. You don’t want to pressure him. Not at all. Not in the slightest. “You don’t have to. Obviously. I just thought it might be nice.”
Steven bravely reaches his arm out then. His fingertips brushing along the sleeve of your forearm, so gingerly that it makes your eyes flood with unexpected tears. “I think that would be perfect, actually.” He looks quite sure now that he would like that.
Meanwhile, you are transfixed with him, with his hand sweeping along you. It causes a hot flush of your skin. A prickle of sweat under your coat.
“It’s late though,” he asks softly. “Won’t I be keeping you up?”
“To tell you the truth, I’m a bit of an insomniac. Steven blinks at you then, as though you’ve just said something of deep significance. You wave your hand in the air. “It’s a whole thing. Night terrors. Sleepwalking. I just need somebody to tie me down to the bed, I think.”
Oh god. It’s an offhand comment you’ve used 100 times before as shorthand for your sleeping challenges. A way to play it off lightly - not invite too many questions. But when Steven almost combusts -a vein popping beneath his eye and one in his forehead- you realise what you’ve just said, and with him, the words seem to hold a different meaning.
Did you really just say that?
Did you actually just say that?
You need someone to tie you down to the bed?
Steven laughs nervously, but his eyes are unblinking now. He seems fully awake. Fully invested. “Was that a joke as well?”
Alright. Fine. You’ll risk it.
You toss him a subtle wink. “Only if you want it to be.”
He makes an unintelligible, stuttered noise.
Ding.
Hurriedly, you reach out to press the bell. It wouldn’t do to miss your stop as well.
“Really, Steven.” You reassure firmly as the bus swings around the mini roundabout. “You don’t have to come back with me. Or, if you just want a cuppa while you wait for the rain to stop you can do that. Whatever you feel comfortable with. Alright?”
His face twists. “It sounds very lovely. I… I want to. I just… Sometimes I lose track of time. Don’t want to overstay my welcome.” He looks out at the pelting rain, as if to point out it looks like there’s no quick end in sight. That he might be at your place for hours.
“Well.” A hard swallow trails down your throat. “That’s okay by me. You can stay all night if you like.” A sudden heat burns in your cheeks when you hear your words out loud. You hadn’t meant it like that, not really. You’d just meant he can stay as long as he likes.
Even so…
You can’t say you would be opposed.
“Okay,” he nods, a cautious smile tipping his full lips. “Yeah. Grand. Thank you.”
“Okay?” You ask again, out of surprise that he’d be interested in spending longer in your company, more than anything. But then, you remember. That Steven seems like a man who knows what he wants.
He nods again. You feel positively giddy.
You continue to feel giddy as the bus drops you off, and you hastily put your umbrella up. Steven shuffles closer to you, upon being invited, to fit beneath it and shelter from the rain, and this action places your face pleasantly close to his.
He looks at you again. Like you’re a dream, and you hope that you’ve finally managed to make a lasting impression.
You let out an awkward laugh, as everything in you screams out. You’re close enough to kiss, if you wanted. If he wanted.
Steven is wordless, his lips curved softly upwards. His eyes soft as he engages in a gentle study of you. And wow. Given that you were talking about being tied to a bed only moments ago - a bolder topic - his sheer proximity is making you infeasibly shy.
“I’m just down this street here,” you gesture, and Steven nods softly.
“Okay.”
You smile back.
“Can I…” His voice is even smaller than usual. You have to lean closer again to hear him. “Can I hold your hand?”
Your face splits into a huge smile at the sweetness of him, a surge of happiness rushing in your chest. “Yes,” you answer quickly, voice all breath. And so, you turn to walk side by side, huddling close to stay beneath the canopy of the umbrella, and Steven slots his hand into yours.
His palm fits yours so well, his hand broad and pleasantly warm. You feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. You never want to let him go.
“That feels really nice.” Steven gushes, even sounding a little emotional about it. Maybe he’s been alone as long as you have, wishing for someone to hold.
“It does, doesn’t it?” you agree. You might even be a little emotional too.
“You’re so lovely,” Steven praises, then immediately thinks better of it. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, Steven. You can compliment me if you like.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I think you’re lovely too.”
He tugs ever so gently on your hand, and draws you to a stop, the two of you coming face to face again, rain thundering down on the pavement all around you and bouncing up on to your shoes. “I think you’re really pretty,” he gushes earnestly. “Like a beautiful dream.”
“Can I kiss you, Steven?”
He nods. “Please.”
When your lips press to his cheek, for a sweet, chaste kiss, you certainly do feel like this is the stuff that dreams are made of.
The next day
You: Amy.
You: Amy?!!!
You: Are you awake?
Bestie: (….)
You see that she’s finally typing and you fire off your message at record speed.
You: Bus crush man spent the night 😱😱😱😱
Bestie: 🤯 I stg I just spat my coffee all over the cat. Babe!!! Tell me everything. How was it?
You: *melts into puddle*
Bestie: 😍 Deets. More.
You: We talked basically all night. Really talked. And then… this morning we… you know.
Bestie: I can *see* you wiggling your eyebrows right now. You mean you bonked? 👀
You: I can’t believe I’m about to say this but we basically made love, Ames. It was… it was just. Perfect.
Bestie: baby girl 🥺🥺🥺 I’m so happy for you! And your vagina! 🎉
You: 😂
You: Ames. I’m a bit scared though, tbh. I haven’t felt this amazing in a long time. Am I being a major idiot? I think… I think he felt the same way too.
Bestie: I’m sure he did, you’re a catch bbz. Have you spoken to him since?
You: He’s been at work all day. But he should be finished now. He gets on my bus at the next stop. Shit he’s there. My heart has left my body I’ve gtg - I’ll ttyl ok? Love you x x
Bestie: Love you. Come round for goss. Stat!
You watch Steven preparing to board the bus with your heart in your mouth. Before settling your phone in your pocket, you fire off one final message to her.
You: I think this might be it Ames. I really think this might be my person.
Bestie: 😍😍😍😍 He’d be a lucky man to have you, hun.
You are physically shaking with pleasant nerves as Steven boards, and you’re already smiling fondly. The process is a hell of a lot smoother than it was yesterday - no comedy routines. He’s standing taller too. Looking more confident. You hope that has something to do with you, and what you got up to last night.
He walks up the aisle, and settles himself in a spot next to you. “Hi,” you smile giddily, the breath all but punched out of your lungs. Your cheeks straining against the sheer force of your smile. He’s so handsome.
“I’m sorry,” he says robustly, a confused divot notching in his brow. “Have we met?”
You bat his arm playfully with the back of your hand. “Haha.” You deadpan. “Very funny Steven. You’re such a comedian.”
He looks at you blankly. “I’m sorry. You must have the wrong guy.”
You blink in confusion when his eyes fail to soften upon greeting you. When he fails to drop whatever bit he’s doing. You frown, shocked by how fast the tears ball into your lashes. “Steven? This isn’t funny.” Why do you suddenly feel sick?
You tug on his sleeve ,but Steven pulls his arm from out of your grasp, taking a step back. “Really. You seem swell, but I’m sorry. I’m not your guy.”
He’s not your guy.
You swallow, but the lump in your throat stays there. You look at him through a haze of tears, which you battle to quell. He isn’t is he? He’s not your guy. Maybe he was never destined to be, for this person in front of you now seems like a different man entirely. His whole manner different.
Where has the warmth gone, which he showed you last night? Where is that man?
The man of your dreams?
You look at him pleadingly, and still nothing.
Is this one of your night terrors? For this is the only plausible way the man before you now could possibly exist, isn’t it? A cruel monster capable of dismissing you so readily, after all the ways your opened your heart and your body up to him mere hours ago.
“Steven,” you whisper, in one last ditch attempt, but your plea is ineffectual. He reaches his arm out to you, but this time it is you who steps away, not wishing for his duplicitous hands to touch you again.
What a coward. What a bastard. Of all the cruel ways to fob you off, this is what he’s chosen? He had got what he wanted from you, hadn’t he? Taken it. Pretended to be who you needed just to get into your knickers, and now…
Well now, you don’t even recognise the man before you.
With tears now cascading down your face, you elbow your way towards the front of the bus, dinging the bell repeatedly and pleading at the driver to pull over as fast as possible. “Stop the bus. Stop the bus. Please. I need to get off. I need to get off!”
You feel humiliated. Used.
You spill out on to the pavement, and your feet carry you to the nearest wall, where you lean up against it. You’d sob your heart out, but he’s already stolen it. Already crushed it.
You hope you never have to look at him again.
You’d had one night together.
One which had seemed blissful and magical, at the time. At least for you. But, clearly, with Steven, that hadn’t been the case.
Clearly, you’d failed to make any sort of lasting impresion.
Wednesday
Steven wakes up in his bed to the sound of his alarm.
He awakes with a start, as always. Flashes of this and that come back to him, but one image stands out to him in stark relief.
A face. A lovely, pretty face.
He’d just had the most beautiful dream of his life.
A dream that has seemed so real, that he even looks for you as he proceeds with his day. Looks for you on his bus route home. Scours the faces of the passengers, searching for yours.
He doesn’t find you.
He doesn’t find you, so he can only conclude that you never were real at all, and of all the things Steven has come to doubt, this has to be the most painful thing of all.
“Just a beautiful, perfect dream,” he mouths sadly to himself as he alights the bus one or two stops too late. He’d fallen asleep again.
When he steps off, he looks around. He doesn’t think he’s been there before, but that street off to the left looks awfully familiar.
He looks down at his hand then. At his palm, as though it’s suddenly cold and empty; but then he shakes his head.
“A beautiful dream,” he mouths again, and he wanders home alone.
He’d give anything to see your face one more time.
Anything at all.
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|| DREAM SMP HEADCANONS ||
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hello! this is my first time doing headcanons, and i just want to clarify some things:
sadly, i won't be doing requests because i'm busy af with school and i dont want to dissapoint anyone, but you can drop some suggestions and i would think about it! it would be really nice :)
also i won't be writing romantic headcanons for minors or those who are uncomfortable with it, but i can do platonic headcanons for them! ^^
i won't be doing nsfw headcanons either, because i'm uncomfy with sexualizing real people and just writing nsfw in general :)
also, please tell me if someone is uncomfortable with fanfics and/or headcanons and i will erase that part as fast as possible, thanks for passing by! - batling
✦ means platonic
✦ characters : ranboo, tubbo, tommy, philza, techno and jschlatt
♥ means romantic
♥ characters: quackity, wilbur, nihachu, dream, george, sapnap, eret, karl, fundy and bbh
keywords:
(y/n) : your name
(n/n) : nickname
(p/p) : pizza place
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“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” – John Green
┌────── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ──────┐
SLEEPOVERS
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GENDER NEUTRAL
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♥ Quackity
oh boy
i just have two words for this one: pure chaos
he will punch you with a pillow if you try to sleep
and you will be MAD at this
grabbing a pillow and hitting him RIGHT IN THE FACE with all your strenght
he'll probably fake cry about it, saying that you hurt him
after a while of pillow fighting, you guys got tired and plopped into the bed, snuggling into eachother and just enyoing the comfortable silence before drifting to sleep
♥ Wilbur
you two will probably blast hamilton and scream the lyrics till the neighbours wake up and you get angry knocks at your door
and you will laugh at that, lowering the speaker's volume and telling him to lower his voice aswell to avoid your neighbours calling the police
then you'll eat snacks and talk about anything that pops into your mind, laughing at the most silly jokes
he will sing sweet songs to you, making you fall asleep to his calming voice
summary: fluff
♥ Nihachu
you and her will bake pastries at a very late hour
she REALLY enjoys baking with you bc she thinks it's a great way to spend time with you
all this girl wants is to spend her time by your side, doing particularlly anything like streaming, baking, playing games and going outside for a walk and/or shopping
once you finished baking, she will kiss your cheek multiple times. that's her way to tell you that you did a great job :)
you'll spend the rest of the night cuddling, eating your pastries and watching some random movie, commenting about how bad it is and laughing
♥ Dream
bruh
this bitch will speedrun the sleepover
is it possible to speedrun a sleepover? maybe
you'll spend the rest of the night probably playing uncharted 3: drake's deception in his old ps3
after a while, you guys got bored from uncharted and went to his pc to play amnesia: the dark descent
there are 2 options:
you will be scared as fuck and will avoid looking at the screen when you think something bad will happen or when some body will come out from a drawer
or you will be totally chill with it, laughing hard when clay pisses his pants for real when he encounters the gatherer
you named the gatherer 'bob' :)
♥ George
he'll take you to the rooftop
and pushes you so you fall to your death
i mean
he gets blankets and pillows so you can stargaze together
he'll teach you the constelations while pointing them, excited about every single one of them
"look (y/n), that's the ursa major!"
he'll have hot chocolate prepared too, so you don't get cold while stargazing
you try your best to not fall asleep on the rooftop
but eventually fail
when he notices you're asleep, he stops talking about the constellations and carries you to your bedroom, giving you a goodnight kiss and leaving you in your bed so you can have a peaceful rest
♥ Sapnap
hey mamas
i don't know what sapnap will do in a sleepover so i will just improvise B)
you will watch anime together
not any kind of anime, like that romance-comedy bullcrap
no fuck that
you will watch the classy angsty anime like madoka magica
WATCH IT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY
you will fucking cry because of literally anything that happens to the characters
"(y/n) why are you crying it's just a show"
'IT'S NOT ANY SHOW SAPNAP IT'S FUCKING MADOKA MAGICA OF COURSE I'M GOING TO CRY'
the last chapter made you fucking cry harder
AUTHOR HERE I WAS CRYING SO MUCH WHEN IT ENDED
yeah you will basically watch anime with him, cry about it and he will comfort you and bring you a glass of water so you don't have a terrible headache after it
I KNOW THIS HEADCANON SUCKED I'M SO SORRY
♥ Eret
KINGG <3
you two will plan a picnic in your yard
yes your yard
he'll bring a ton of snacks and you'll buy a few drinks
you two spend the rest of the picnic talking about your future and enjoying the snacks
then, he'll make you stand up and will teach you how to dance tango
and of course you will mess everything up
and you even stomped on his feet accidentally, making him wimper
but he brushed off the pain and laughed at your concerned face
after calming down his laughter, he gave you a passionate kiss and hugged you tightly
i love eret ok
♥ Karl Jacobs
this man.
this man is the definition of sweet
you'll spend the night cuddling and making cute pet names for eachother
he will definetely give you a great back massage if you're stressed
then he'll start writing love letters full of things he adore of you
and you'll do the same for him
after that, you will share your letters and just snuggle and smile at the sweet things you guys wrote for eachother
he will deffo shower you with kisses when he finishes reading your letter, telling you that you're the nicest person on earth
and that he loves you so so much
♥ Fundy
i'm a huge fundy simp ok
he will bring his piano to your house and you guys will compose a melody together
he will let you sit on his lap while you play the piano/keyboard with him
fundy will basically teach you how to play basic piano songs
you asked him if you guys could play megalovania together
he said no :(
but still you got to play nice songs together without messing up
and when you got the hang of it, he snuggled his face in your neck and kissed you there genly
and when you got tired, he started playing very calming songs and you fell asleep in his lap, snuggling into his chest
he gently carried to your room and will sleep beside you putting a fair distance so you can have a comfortable sleep!
♥ BadBoyHalo
bbh supremacy
he will get rat ready so you can snuggle with her too :)
you guys will mainly play with rat and talk about life in general
he will call you tons of cute pet names
ofc he will call you muffin it's bbh who we're talking about
he will talk about how bad he wants to spend the rest of his life with you
after a while, he will take you to his kitchen and start making muffins together
he will guide you on how to bake 'em though
you guys had a great time making muffins and cuddling with him and rat :)
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✦ Ranboo
tall mf gives the best piggy back rides
when he gets to your house there is a 100% chance he will bump his head on the door frame
and there is a 100% chance you will make fun of him because of that
"(y/n) please stop laughing my head hurts :("
you'll give him some ice to put on his head while you two play minecraft on your ps4
you will bring snacks too and ask him if his head is better
"yeah, thank you (n/n)"
he will pull you in a hug so you can be comfy together while you play good ol' minecraft
because ranboo surely doesn't play anything besides fucking minecraft
stfu that video of him playing spooky's jump scare mansion doesn't exist
✦ Tubbo
SWEET BE BOYY <3
he will gift you a bee plushie
expect a lot of (FRIENDLY) hugs from him
like fundy, you guys will play piano together
you guys are most likely to prank call some random numbers AND your friends
and you accidentally called some random pizza place
"hello! this is (p/p), may i take your order?"
you were nervous and didn't know what to say
UNTIL YOU CAME UP WITH A GREAT IDEA
"hello? are you there?"
'hi yes, i would like to order 7 extra large pepperoni pizzas to (tommy's adress).'
"oh- okay! uhm- they will arrive in a few hours. are you okay with that?"
'yes ma'am, thank you.'
when you ended the call, you couldn't help but burst out laughing, knowing that tommy will be so mad at you guys-
✦ Tommy
like quackity, PURE. CHAOS.
you guys will obviously stream your sleepover
doing a q&a stream :)
tubbo and wilbur will probably crash your stream and start spamming things like 'MEETUP??' and 'DIDN'T GET AN INVITE'
you guys laughed and added them to the call
"WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU GUYS INVITE ME?" wilbur shouted
'i'm sorry willlll'
you kept playing minecraft with wilbur, tubbo and quackity too since he crashed your stream like an hour later
after the stream, you got up and plopped on the mattress that was on the floor
"tired?"
'yeah'
"okay, good night big (initial)"
✦ Philza
POG
YEAHHH SLEEPOVER WITH THE MINECRAFT GOD
AND KRISTIN'S THERE TOO :)))
and oh god you ADORE kristin
i'm pretty sure she's a total sweetheart
it would be like having a sleepover with your parents
only that it's less boring
you guys will watch a movie together, you will be in one side of the couch eating snacks while phil and kristin are in the other cuddling
you'll eventually bug them about it
after the movie, you fell asleep early and philza noticed, talking to kristin about it too
and wrapped a blanket around you so that you get a good rest :)
✦ Technoblade
mr. blood god teaches you the arts of the CRAFT.
yeah i mean it's techno what else does he play besides minecraft
he will play bedwars w/ u, teaching you how to pvp
"bro you kinda suck tbh"
'stfu techno'
he will comment about how bad you are, but tries to help you get better anyways
and when you do a very poggers gamer move, he praises you
and when he praises you you're all :)))
after awhile, he gets tired from watching you play minecraft and suggest watching anime
fucking weeb
i mean
uh
other thing you guys do together in a sleepover is playing and commenting about pokemon
if you don't like pokemon get tf out of here /J
i was joking please don't leave i respect your tastes
✦ Jschlatt
ooooh boy
get ready for a session of wii training
that's all you guys will do
play wii sports and some other shit like wii music
he will laugh his ass of if you fall while playing wii fit
but he will eventually help you bc outside his funny and shouty persona, he's a really chill guy and a really nice person!
seriously like have you ever seen a theweeklyslap video?
well expect hearing amazing pep talks from him
bc this man is a legend and knows his way to words and is very good at comforting people :)
sometimes you'll rant to him about anything that's happening in your life, and he will listen to you and give you really helpful advice
and you appreciate him so much for that
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TYSM FOR READING GUYS, i appreciate it if you made it this far :)
i hope you guys really enjoyed these headcanons, it's my first time doing them and aa i'm a bit nervous about posting this but i'll be fine ig
also i'm sorry if there's a grammatical error, english is not my native language and i'm still learning it :) have a nice day/night, drink water and don't fuck up your sleeping schedule!!
#mcyt x reader#ranboo x reader#wilbur soot x reader#dream x reader#nihachu x reader#sapnap x reader#quackity x reader#georgenotfound x reader#karl jacobs x reader#tubbo mcyt#tommyinnit#philza x reader#technoblade x reader#schlatt x reader#fundy x reader#badboyhalo x reader#fluff#eret x reader#fanfiction#mcyt imagine#dream smp#dream smp x reader#comfort headcanons#sleepover headcanon
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Hi can i please request a soft coffe date with Levi and after the date reader and Levi go in the park sit on a bench reader falls asleep on Levi’s lap or shoulder (u choose) and he caries her bridal style to home he just slips in bed beside her but he wakes her up accidentally and like he says sorry like so many times but she just kisses him and snuggles in his chest.After that they are both asleep.Love your works so so much!💕
best part — levi ackerman
— levi ackerman x female reader (modern au)
— warnings: none, just fluff <3
— summary: it’s your first anniversary with levi and he made it a day to look forward to in the coming years.
— word count: 2.8k
— author’s notes: aaaaa thank you so much for loving my works, that means so much to me !! i slightly altered the request and made it a picnic date with some coffee on the side. i had fun writing this bc it screamed single in my face. [sighs] i feel like i’m torturing myself by writing these scenarios sksklfjwe anyways happy reading !!
reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
Feelings were something that Levi couldn’t get a grasp on since he could remember. He was a stoic and reserved man, even among his peers — that was until he met the woman who made him weak in the knees. The first time he met her, he had to regain his composure when she gave him a small smile. The two of them were in front of the counter in the nearby café, with him ordering his daily dose of tea while she told the barista her favored blend of coffee. Levi remembered shaking his head at the unnecessary love for coffee — tea will always remain superior in his opinion. He apparently murmured that out loud, with the most beautiful pair of eyes shifting to meet his caught his heart and took his breath away.
Who knew that being regulars of that café and by visiting the establishment at the same time could make their fates align as if they were woven together.
Today was one of the rare times he had free time from university and the best part is that today marks their first anniversary as a couple.
Levi had no idea what to do. Since he was an absolute goner in the feats of romance, he tried consulting his friends. It was something he mildly regretted. Erwin was the same as him, always focused on academics that he doesn’t have any time for relationships. The fucking giant suggested he should stay true as possible in his intentions, planning just a small date that can fit their little world together — not grandeur at all, to which Levi slightly took note of. Next, asking Hange was an absolute disaster. Knowing that you shared a major with this buffoon, they announced to the whole lab that Levi’s taking you on a date on your anniversary. It was a good thing they don’t know what he was planning.
So Levi decided on a small picnic date, with food and drinks from the café you two frequented.
Everything was packed safely and securely in a basket on the front seat of his car. To be honest, this was the first time he stood the longest in front of his closet. Planning what to wear was a total waste of time but he wasn’t complaining about his outfit for the day even though it was similar to the outfits he donned every day. He kept stretching his turtleneck in the anticipation of seeing you after your lab. While he waited in the parking lot closest to your department building, Levi was scrolling through his social media accounts.
It always warmed his heart every time he visited his feed on Instagram, every single post featuring you. Hange said it was simp behavior and Levi didn’t talk to them for an entire week. (Well, after having a reflection at one of your dates, staring at you like you were his salvation, he concluded that Hange was right.)
A message appeared on his screen, making his lips quirk up in the smallest yet endearing way possible.
i’m going out of the lab now, i’m so excited for our date
Levi looked up from his phone, seeing your bubbly smile lighting up the parking lot. Even though the windows are tinted, he reciprocated your wave. He unlocked the door of the passenger seat and suddenly, the fruity scent of your perfume enveloped him in a warm blanket of comfort. The next thing he knew, his shoulders relaxed in a droop, meeting your eyes as you lit up at the sight of the basket.
“Hi,” you greeted him, taking the basket and putting it on your lap as you made yourself comfortable on the front seat.
Levi turned to face you and leaned forward, hands pulling on the seatbelt and securing you beside him. He stopped with only a few inches separating your faces, his half-lidded silver gaze going back and forth between your lips and eyes. After a few seconds, uttered so softly against your lips, “Hi, beautiful.” The feeling of your lips moving against his always gave him a torpedo of butterflies, today’s occasion only spurring the insects to flutter their wings that it felt so electrifyingly good. With a little swipe of his tongue on your bottom lip, he hummed as he pulled away with red cheeks and a small smirk on his now shiny lips. “You put on blueberry.”
“Yeah,” you agreed with a small laugh, kissing him again quickly that he pouted.
“You know I can’t stop when you have that flavor of lip balm.”
You playfully narrowed your eyes. “I thought we have a date to go to.”
“Just one more?”
You grinned at how clingy Levi was becoming. It was rare for him to be like this and every time he acts like a touch-starved partner, it was too much for your weak heart. You held yourself back from pushing his cheeks together and marveling how adorable this side of him is. Leaning to fit your lips against his, you gave him what he wanted. “There. Now, let’s go on this date you’ve been planning.”
Levi chuckled as he straightened on his seat. He placed a hand on the back of your seat, looking behind him as he steered the car out of the parking lot and into the cityscape. The whole ride, his other hand was covering one of yours on top of the basket, his thumb rubbing soothingly across the back of your hand. You hummed along with the song playing on the radio, missing the adoring glances Levi gave you every once in a while. Fifteen minutes flew by so quickly and the car stopped in the small parking area of the local park. The two of you got out of the car, Levi pulling your hand in his, and leading you to a nice spot in the emerald plains.
With both ends held between you two, the picnic blanket was carefully draped on the grass, then making yourselves comfortable on the laid-out blanket. Levi took out everything nestling inside the basket — some wrapped sandwiches, a container of berries, shawarma wraps, and a small tin of oatmeal cookies. You were starving since you ate a salad from the university’s convenience store early in the morning for your lab meeting. As each container was revealed by Levi, you were anticipating the moment you will have your fill. Your stomach seemed to agree with your line of thought, interrupting the comfortable silence with a low gurgle. Levi looked up from tidying everything, eyebrow raised in slight amusement.
You felt your face become warm. “Oh, shut up. I haven’t eaten anything since nine in the morning. I’m bound to be hungry after not eating lunch.”
Levi clicked his tongue, pushing the sandwiches in front of you. “Who told you to skip lunch anyway?”
You leaned forward, fluttering your eyelashes with an innocent smile. “I have you to bring me my go-to order in the café anyway.” You bit down on a clubhouse sandwich. Everything became light when your palate was immediately satisfied. You couldn’t help but eat the sandwich as quickly as possible because being hungry enhances the taste of food.
“Hey, slow down,” Levi lightly scolded you. “You might choke.” The next second, you were coughing after gobbling the sandwich in a new record. Levi turned to the basket and took out a large cup of iced coffee, handing it to you to wash down whatever was lodged in your throat. “Here, drink it off.”
You would’ve cooed at the sight of your favorite blend of coffee if not for your life on the line with all your coughing. Slurping the cold liquid until you felt your cough subsiding, you let out a contented sigh as you slumped against Levi’s side. You smiled when you felt a pair of lips brushing on your head. You took a drink of your coffee before muttering, “What would I do without you?”
“Probably die of choking. I told you to slow down every time you’re hungry but it will always end with you having food down the wrong pipe.”
You laughed. “I still have you to remind me that.” You looked up at him, catching the adoring look Levi was giving you. You took it as a moment to admire him as well. His eyes will always remind you of the stars, their silvery glow so bright against any source of light. A lot has happened in the year you were together and you were starting to wish you could paint your love in the most vibrant hues. Leaning up, you pressed a kiss on the corner of Levi’s lips. “I’m so happy it’s you,” you murmured on his cheek, forehead pressed on his temple.
Levi stared at you with half-lidded eyes, hand lifting to brush a thumb on the apple of your cheek. Your name dripping from his lips made your heart flutter. His throat bobbed, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something. Just as you were about to ask him what was bothering him, Levi dipped his head until his lips stopped beside your ear. He always did this whenever he has to say something that was meant for your ears only. You patiently waited for him to muster his courage, rubbing the hand cradling your jaw. However, you breathed out a gasp when he finally said the words that you were never afraid to tell him.
“I love you. So fucking much.”
You could only stare at his embarrassed face, surprise taking away your voice. On normal days, you would’ve teased him for the blush creeping his face, reaching his ears that had you swooning. But now, the sight of his reddened cheeks and restless eyes made your face heat up. Your heartbeat was so loud in your ears, the effect of your lover’s confession spurring your senses in overdrive. You felt so many things at the moment, you felt proud of Levi for voicing out his feelings to you and you felt all the love dedicated to him gathering in your chest.
“I know it took me a whole year to say these words to you and I’m not that great with feelings unlike some people you know,” Levi rambled, silver irises flicking at anything but you. “B-But,” he cursed at his stutter, “I really do love you. I’m so fucking happy that it’s you, too. You are so patient with me and I’m starting to think that I don’t deserve you.” He said your name again in that fluttering way that made your heart clench. “Happy anniversary to us finding home in each other. I want this to last and I hope you won’t get tired of me.”
“I would never,” you reassured him, cupping his cheeks in your hands. “You took the words right out of my mouth, Levi. I love you, too. Everything in my life involving you is the best part of it.”
Levi planted his lips on yours, kissing you like it was the last time he could ever do so. “You’re making me weak and I don’t mind if you do it for the rest of my life.”
You suddenly perked up; eyes bright as you remembered the gift you tucked in your bag. “I got something for you.” You took out a small black box and handed it to a wide-eyed Levi. “I know it’s not much but it reminded me of you.”
A silver simple bracelet was placed on top of a small cushion, a thin plate connecting the two ends of the bracelet. Levi didn’t buy any gifts for you except for planning the date and it made him feel guilty. His eyebrows were furrowed as he stared at the piece of jewelry, his apology clear in his eyes. “I didn’t buy any gift for this day. Fuck.”
You chuckled, unclasping the bracelet and putting it on Levi’s wrist. Your fingers touched the bracelet gingerly, a wistful painted on your lips. “This date and you saying you love me for the first time couldn’t amount to what I just gave you.” You kissed him on the cheek. “You’re already the best gift I could ask for, a simple bracelet is nothing compared to you.”
Levi smiled breathtakingly before nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, eliciting a series of giggles from you.
“Okay, now let’s dig in. I’m still hungry, you know.”
“You’re always hungry, love.”
“Thank you for the coffee, by the way.”
“Yeah, yeah. Now eat some more.”
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You look so peaceful sleeping with your head on his lap.
It was nearing sunset by the time you were getting drowsy. The food was already finished half an hour ago but that didn’t stop you two from continuing the picnic date by exchanging stories. You were in the middle of telling Levi your encounter with your juniors when you yawned. Levi suggested you try to get some rest after a busy week in your major, taking his advice with a hum as you laid down on the blanket. The cups and containers were all tidied up in the basket beside him and Levi thought that it will be getting late the more time you spend in the park.
He decided against waking you up so he put on your backpack, tucked the basket on the crook of his elbow, and slid his arm on your back and under your knees. He carried you carefully until he reached his car, slowly placing you in the front seat, and buckling your seatbelt. He kissed your forehead before putting the basket and bag in the backseat. The drive to your shared apartment was spent with Levi glancing at your sleeping form and the bracelet that reflected against the sunset.
Entering the apartment building after parking the car in the basement lot, carrying everything, including you, proved to be quite difficult until he reached the door to your apartment. Levi had to stick to the wall to prevent you from falling to the floor as he pressed the passcode to your and Levi’s living space. Leaving his shoes in the rack by the entrance, Levi padded to your room.
As he placed you on the covers, he realized he was staring too much with your bag on his back and the basket still tucked in his elbow. After taking off your backpack, he hastily returned to the kitchen to leave the basket on the counter. The events of the day suddenly entered his mind and a smile instantly pulled on the corners of his mouth. You were the best thing that happened in his life. You encouraged him to pick himself up after finding himself stuck in limbo. Your smile was one of the prettiest things he ever saw on the planet, which says something because Levi never described anything as pretty in all his life. (Except for his mom but that’s already a given since he would get a scolding whenever he visits home.) Sure, he was bummed that he didn’t give you anything for your anniversary but today will be one of the days he will look forward to celebrating.
That’s all that matters.
Going back to your room, Levi changed into his pajamas and slipped into bed with you.
Levi froze for a moment when you shifted your position, humming as you opened your eyes drowsily. You smiled at him but that didn’t stop Levi from feeling guilty about waking you up. He knew how much you needed sleep. He was a witness to your sleepless nights and caffeinated rushes so taking away the one thing you find solace in was shitty.
“Are we home?” you murmured in a voice painted with sleep.
“Shit, baby, I’m sorry for waking you up,” Levi fussed. “Yeah, we’re home but I didn’t wake you up because you’re sleeping so well. I’m really sorry.”
You only laughed, leaning up to kiss your lover. Levi poured everything in the kiss, opening his eyes slowly to the feeling of your body snuggling in his side. “I love you, Levi.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
He didn’t mean to wake you up so Levi laid on his back and pulled you closer until your head nuzzled his chest. His eyes never looked away from you, roaming and soaking in your peaceful features. You were easily the most beautiful person in Levi’s mind. How your eyelashes touched the top of your cheeks, how your eyebrows relaxed at the physical contact with him, how your lips quirked in a small smile at the feeling of him enveloping you. He could admire you all evening but his eyelids were already tugging downwards. Maybe it was the way your saccharine scent calmed his senses or maybe it could be the way you felt so right fitted to him like this.
It could be so many reasons but all Levi knew was that he had never felt so comfortable in his life, pulling him in a dreamless sleep filled solely with your warmth.
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Sirenita (Marcus Moreno x f!Reader)
Summary: You and Marcus were supposed to have a wonderful long weekend to yourselves in his home. Your immune system has other plans.
W/C: 2.7k
Warnings: language, talk of having a cold and some of the gross details are included, talk of like mucus, sore throats, stomachaches etc. talk of sex and sexual flirting/innuendos.
A/N: I woke up this morning and have NO voice from a sore throat, after last night when I was researching Spanish terms of endearment and I found one to mean “little mermaid”... of course I had to write it! Thanks to @theteddylupinexperience and @sanchosammy for reading this one for me :)
There are very few things that you love more than long weekends. There’s a definitive list of the things you do: Marcus Moreno sits at the very top. He’s your everything, really, your comfort and warmth and all of your heart is hidden within his. The second-place title goes to Missy Moreno. The little girl is your best friend, and you are hers. She’s funny and whip-smart, and she loves you like a mother figure.
Fourth place seems like a fitting spot for long weekends. As much as you love them, there are three things you love more, even though two and three might sound contradictory. Number Three in your heart is long weekends with Marcus where Missy isn’t home.
Missy is at an age where she’d much rather be with friends than family during her free time. You understand the feeling, remembering your days of spending leisurely days with friends and seeing your parents only when you came home to sleep.
As much as you and Marcus both adore the little girl, you empathize. Marcus is surprisingly lenient with her, allowing her to go to friends’ houses or come to theirs whenever she’d like. There was a long time where Missy didn’t have any friends at all. He’s more than willing to let her make up for lost time. It makes his heart swell to see his little girl happy again.
This long weekend, a dreary three days in the middle of March, was supposed to be wonderful. Missy made plans to go with her friend’s family to their lake house a few hours away, and you and Marcus were more than willing to hold down the house while she was gone.
Weekends are always too short. They’re never enough time for you to properly adore Marcus, to cuddle and fuck and do things and sleep and hang around the house. The two days are filled with driving Missy places, shopping for groceries and meal prepping for the Morenos and their busy weeks. If you’re lucky enough for Missy to fall asleep earlier than the two of you, you can sneak in a round of lovemaking in Marcus’s ridiculously plush bed.
That’s why three days are perfect: you can finish everything you need to, and still have time to cuddle on your boyfriend’s strong chest, to watch movies and lay around for a while, recovering from your hectic lives. When Marcus’s daughter isn’t home, you can wander the house in your underwear, can fuck spontaneously on the couch or in the kitchen or in the shower. The two of you can pretend you’re responsibility-free and young again for a while.
That had been your plan for the weekend, complete with a large package of condoms that had been discreetly delivered to your house and hidden in Marcus’s nightstand. Thursday found you with drained energy and pounding in your temples. You took a mucus relief pill and hoped for the best. Much to your chagrin, you’d come home from work on Friday night with a nagging cough and a dripping nose, feeling utterly miserable. You’d helped Missy pack and sent her on her way to her friend’s lake house with a large bag of snacks you’d helped her shop for.
The cold evolved over the course of the night, leaving you a whimpering mess in Marcus’s arms. Marcus made the two of you hot chocolate with almond milk, insisting that dairy would only make you produce more of the slime plaguing you. He was right, and you’d cuddled and sipped your hot beverages while you watched a movie you’d been waiting to see when Missy wasn’t home. He pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, noting the heat radiating from your skin every time. If it ever felt warm, he’d insist you take your temperature again. The beeping of the little stick made you wince when you heard it now, but you were always relieved to find you didn’t have a fever.
You’d retired later than the two of you normally did, but it was still early in the night. As Marcus removed his glasses and set them on his nightstand, you cuddled into his chest and sighed. This was going to be a long night with your painful throat, and you hoped you wouldn’t wake Marcus.
It took a long time to fall asleep, despite Marcus’s steady breathing calming you. You’d got up and sat at the window, admiring the way the large tree in the Morenos’ backyard swayed and rustled with the gusts of wind. Marcus made the soft noises of a nightmare. He’s had many of them, too many, and it breaks your heart. You climbed back into bed and kissed at his neck and jaw just enough to wake him from the dream, then admired the rise and fall of his chest as he fell back asleep.
Around 2 A.M., you finally fell asleep.
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When you wake in the morning, the Saturday sun filtering through the gauzy curtains you’d hung in the bedroom, Marcus is still deeply asleep. You roll over and take a deep gulp, taking inventory of the feelings in your body.
Your throat still stings, but nowhere near the level it hurt the past few days. That makes you sigh in relief. You still can’t breathe through one nostril, but that’s a minor effect. You yawn and attempt to pop your ears but they’re still too plugged.
The biggest issue you notice is in your stomach. It aches and churns, feeling just generally gross. You suppose the amount of your mucus in your stomach isn’t exactly helping your situation. Sighing again, you sit on the edge of the bed for a moment before standing next to it.
Marcus rolls over, frowning at the lack of your warmth, the emptiness in his arms. “Baby?” He asks, groggy and rough from sleep.
“Right here,” you say- or you try to. Your voice croaks from your throat, barely audible. Oh, shit.
Marcus opens his eyes as he looks over at you, frowning even deeper. “Are you okay?” he asks, sitting up and putting on his glasses. It’s a small relief to see that you’re right next to him and not visibly pained or distraught.
“Fine, yeah,” you say, but your hand flies to your throat, coughing and trying to clear it. You chuckle, the raspy and cracking voice sound filling the room.
Marcus laughs softly. “How do you feel?” He asks gently, taking one of your hands.
“Okay. Better, actually, but my voice is just…” you sigh at the strain of talking. “And my stomach feels like absolute shit.”
He frowns, pushing the covers off from his lap. “Well, you should eat something. Let’s get you some breakfast, huh? I’ll make you some toast,” he offers, standing up and pulling you alongside him as he begins to walk.
He’s warm, and you’re unbearably hot. “Sure,” you nod and scoot away from him. He looks at you with sad eyes and you offer an apologetic smile. “I’m just really warm, I’m sorry.”
Marcus’s eyes are filled with understanding and he nods. “You wanna take a cool shower and I’ll make you some breakfast?” He asks, just taking your hand instead.
“Please,” you smile and kiss his cheek. “I love you so much,” you whisper, finding that at least you can sound somewhat normal if you speak in such a low tone.
“Love you too, beautiful,” he chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “You’re like Ariel. Did some kind of mean sea witch steal your voice?” He asks teasingly, making you croak out a laugh.
“Just call me the little mermaid,” you sigh, swallowing and wincing at the pain.
“You know, that’s a nickname my dad called my mom when I was little. Sirenita. It literally means little mermaid,” he smiles down at you, placing a hand on each of your upper arms. “Go hop in the shower. It’ll feel good.”
You nod and obey, heading back in the bedroom and into the attached bathroom. You take a nice shower, and the cool water feels good on your warm skin. You turn up the heat a little and relish in the way the steam soothes your nose, makes everything feel just a little better. Once you’re done, you dry your hair and pull on a tank top and a pair of Marcus’s sweatpants, wandering downstairs.
Being Marcus, he’s made a gorgeous spread of food for you. There is toast and fruit, scrambled eggs, all kinds of foods. “Hi. I didn’t know how much flavor you could tolerate, so I just-”
He’s cut off when you throw your arms around him and kiss the side of his face. “Thank you,” you rasp out, squeezing him tight. “You’re the best man on Earth. How are you so cute?”
He’s about to respond but there’s a high pitched noise and he turns quickly, out of your arms. “Oh, I’m making tea for you too,” he tells you and kisses the bridge of your nose before he grabs the kettle from the stove.
“You literally just proved my point further,” you laugh and follow him along, wrapping your arms around him from behind. “I know we had all kinds of grand plans for this weekend, but I think we need to put today’s on hold.”
He smiles at the feeling, putting one hand atop of your arm. “Oh, I know. It’s alright. We’ve still got two more days,” he assures you and rubs your arm slowly with his strong hands, the other one pouring the kettle into two mugs with tea bags.
“God, I don’t deserve you,” you sigh and let go to stand next to him, pulling the tea bag and watching it bob in the water.
Marcus frowns, a few lines in his forehead. “Yes you do. You deserve everything I can do for you and more, mi sirenita,” he says softly, looking down at you. “And what you deserve today, especially with how you’re feeling, is rest. So I’ve made us an alternate plan.”
“Oh yeah?” You croak.
“You got it. The first part is that you don’t talk for the rest of the day. I’ll only ask you yes or no questions,” he tells you as he picks up the two mugs. “We’re just going to cuddle in bed or on the couch and binge watch that new series we’ve been meaning to watch. You’ll only get up to go to the bathroom, and I’ll get you everything else. My mom is going to bring some of her famous soup over later, she texted me, and we’ll have that for dinner. Does that sound good?”
You pout at him with big and loving eyes. “That’s so sweet,” you coo and reach for the mug of tea.
He pulls it back and raises an eyebrow, teasingly smiling. “Ah. No more talking starting… now. Does that sound good?” He repeats, holding the mugs far from your body.
You nod and he grins, handing you the mug.
“Good.” Marcus kisses your head softly. “Alright, babe. You want honey and lemon in this?” He asks as he prepares his own tea.
Once again, you nod. Marcus never said anything about phones. You pull it from your pocket, and an automated voice speaks what you type for you.
“Marcus Moreno you are a little shit and I adore your cute butt,” a robotic voice vocalizes for you. He turns and you grin as you hold up the phone, giggling softly. You type in more words for it. “Hello Marcus it is me I am a cyborg now. Marcus Moreno has a cute ass and the world knows it because he is famous and I am eternally grateful for that.”
Marcus frowns. “Stop making that thing talk about my ass.”
“I am solely using this to objectify you now that you said that. Marcus Moreno has washboard abs and is really sexy. Marcus Moreno’s ass is squishier than it looks. The reason Marcus has such strong thighs is because he fucks like a machine. Marcus Moreno is a DILF.” You’re giggling uncontrollably now.
“Give me that goddamn thing, I swear to God,” he laughs and tries to steal it from you. You jerk it back with a squeal, and Marcus leans forward again to grab it. “You can’t run from me with that thing. It’s metal.”
You break your promise not to speak. “I can try!” You squeal and the Heroic lunges for you again. With a squeak, you take off into the living room, dodging around and running through the maze of the couch and coffee table.
You stumble a little, your arms waving in the air as you try to catch your balance. That’s the perfect moment, and the phone in your hand zips through the air and into Marcus’s palm. “Goddamnit,” you whine and flop down on the couch, lying on your back.
Marcus shakes his head but he’s smiling. “It was all cute until you called me a DILF.” He walks until he’s standing at your side.
“You are,” you grin up at him, voice crackling. “You’re a dad and I’d like to fuck you.”
Rolling his eyes, Marcus bends down and lifts you up, making you squeal again. “Jesus Christ,” he sighs, but you can practically hear the smile in his voice as he fireman-carries you to the kitchen. “I told you not to talk. I told you to relax. And what do you do?”
“Sorry,” you laugh, your face nearly pressed into his back as he holds you over his shoulder. “Couldn’t help it. It just sounded hilarious. I had to.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He sets you down and playfully smacks your ass, stealing a quick kiss before pulling a chair out from the table. “Eat.”
Shaking your head, you laugh. “I suppose that’s a good idea.” You grab a fork and scoop up some of the various foods. “I love you so much.
“No talking, little mermaid,” he reminds you, taking a sip from his cooled tea.
“I like that better in Spanish,” you murmur as you take a sip of the hot tea and sigh at the relief.
“What, you like sirenita?”
You smile and nod, going back to your vow of silence as you eat some of the breakfast. The two of you eat together quietly, in the comfortable lull that the two of you are so good at. Marcus isn’t a huge talker, and he appreciates a partner who can leave the silence in the air without needing to fill it. The quiet clanks of your metal utensils against the porcelain plates is enough.
You sigh when you finish your food, a wave of exhaustion coming over your body once more now that your stomach is settled and most things feel better than before.
Marcus looks over at you and smiles. “Alright, Princess Ariel. Oh, does that make me Prince Eric?” He asks with a laugh.
You nod excitedly, trying not to speak, but you have to. “You look just like him.”
“First of all, no I do not, and second of all, no more talking.”
“I can make that decision,” you tease, though you know he’s doing it out of love. “You do. You’re tall and have pretty wavy dark hair and you’re ripped.”
“Missing the blue eyes.”
“I like brown better anyway,” you tell him with a lovestruck smile. You take the last sip of your tea, your eyes falling shut.
Marcus’s love would taste like tea, you think: warm honey, delicate flowers, spiced and flavorful herbs, earthy leaves, bright citrus, and warmth that soothes any ache you can possibly feel.
The weight of your eyelids is growing heavy, and Marcus can tell. “Well, mi amor,” he chuckles and stands. “You look tired.”
For once, you don’t disagree. “I am. I love you.”
“I love you too, sirenita. Let’s get you to bed.” Marcus carries you up the stairs as you nestle into his chest, sighing. There’s nowhere better than here.
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Hey how are you love!!!
I was wondering if I could get a head canon of agito confessing his feeling, planning a first date, and losing his virginity to his S/O please!!!!!!
Im doing pretty wonderful after seeing this in my ask box!! I love you for requesting this- Thank you so much!! I’ve always wanted to write HCs about Agito falling in love❤️ it’s so obvious that he’s my favorite. I hope you enjoy this as much as I loved writing it💙❤️💜
Agito-
• Agito doesn’t know what he’s feeling. He never conciders finding a partner or finding love before. He’s spent his whole life serving Metsudo.
• That is till he meets his S/O. He doesn’t know what it is about them, he just knows that they’re special to him. He knows that the feeling he has for them is much different than anything he’s felt toward anyone ever before.
• They make him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. Every time he sees them his gut tightens and churns. He goes out of his way to pass by them. Even if it means inconveniencing himself he’ll go out of his way just to see them.
• Sometimes he is unable to stop thinking about his crush. He does everything and anything to get them out of his head. They’ve plagued him. He even sees them in his dreams
• He sees things that couples do, maybe in books and movies. He also does a lot of people watching (more like analyzing and collecting data while he’s the fang) but when he’s living his nomad biker babe days he watches how people act and treat each other.
• He sees couples kiss and hold hands, he takes note of people who do PDA, he imagines him and his crush doing things like that.
• His feelings confuse him. He tries to bottle them up. He’ll probably have this nasty crush for a very long time before he even speaks to his crush. He’ll just silently watch them from afar.
• However bottling up emotions and feelings is never ever a good idea. Eventually they’ll bubble over. This could be due to jealousy or maybe his feelings grow and grow even more till it gets downright uncomfortable.
• Finally he does something about it- he confides in his friends/family. He probably approaches Metsudo and Sayaka. maybe Takayama and Omori if he’s feeling desperate. He probably even goes to Okubo. He knows Metsudo and Okubo have experience in love and relationships (Metsudo more than Okubo)
• Mestsudo is delighted that Agito has fallen in love. He advises that Agito go out and buy his crush a bunch of gifts then give a very grand confession to his love. Agito adores Metsudo but he’s not going to put on a show.
• Sayaka does the same. She tells Agito to write anonymous love letters to his crush. She’ll deliver them of course. He considers it but doesn’t want to do that either.
• Okubo give Agito a bunch of pick-up lines. He thinks that a little demeaning so he’s definitely not doing that. (Could you imaging Agito telling a pick up line to his S/O. It would be so Awkward)
• Omori and Takayama tell him the exact same thing “just go tell them how you feel.” Omori says. “Just tell them how you feel, dumbass” Takayama says. Agito does exactly that.
• Agito approaches his crush at their usual spot. “I’d like to speak with you privately.” He says with a poker face. He’s all business. He takes them somewhere private where they won’t be bothered.
• When he’s alone with his crush he feels a pang of nervousness in his heart. Seeing them look up at him in confusion/curiosity makes his gut churn.
• It’s hard to read him. So his crush has no clue what he’s speaking to him about. His tone and body language doesn’t tell them a thing. They have no idea the things that they have put him through. They don’t know the turmoil going on inside him.
• “I think I’m in love with you.” He speaks, still all business. His crush is taken by absolute surprise. They’re frozen. “A-ah I’m sorry did I hear you right? Can you repeat that?” They’ll say. “I think-no. I am in love with you.” He says, reassuring his crush.
• “well. How about we go out on a date?” They say timidly after processing this shocking information.
• Dates- Agito knows about these. “Yes. What would you like to do?” He asks still all business. “Dinner! Just the two of us!” They’ll say. The hearing his crush say ‘just the two of us’ makes his heart leap.
• The date is set. They’ll meet the following night. Agito will pick them up and they’ll go to a traditional restaurant.
• He wears his finest suit. He picks out an expensive cologne. With Metsudo’s help get gets a dozen of the most vibrant roses- only the best for his date.
• He meets them at their home. “You look pretty.” Is all he’s able to say. He does think they look beautiful. They did their hair and obviously put lots of thought into their outfit.
• During the date his crush does most of the talking. He is having a wonderful time just listening to their voice. He replies every now and again. Sometimes he’s unable to hide the smile on his face.
• After good food, drinks, and desert he walks his S/O home. He asks his crush politely if they’d like to see him again. Hearing them say yes makes his heart skip a beat.
• If his crush wants a kiss they’ll have to make the first move. “Bend down a little please.” He of course obeys without a second thought. They better not expect him to kiss back. But his lips will twitch when he’s feels their warm ones press to his. When his crush pulls away they’ll be about to see pink dusted across his cheeks.
• He’ll walk home. He will absolutely ponder for hours about that kiss and he will definitely be seeing them in his dreams again at night.
🔞WARNING NSFW AHEAD🔞
• After dating for a while Agito feels himself ready to lose that pesky virginity. He waits for his S/O to make the first move.
• Agito has spent many nights touching himself to the thought of his S/O. Even before when it was just a crush he’d be in his room, dick in hand, thinking about them.
• He’s imagined what their body looks like beneath their clothing and that they feel like from the inside.
• The first time- He’s practically champing at the bit watching them undress slowly. His dick is practically twitching in his pants. His breathing gets ragged watching them strip down to their underwear.
• When they stare at him he realizes it’s his turn to remove his clothing. He hurriedly rips of his clothes down to his boxers. To say he is impatient is quite the understatement, he’s spent many nights thinking about this exact moment.
• Their fingers are like fire on his skin when his S/O touches him. The two are sitting on the bed as his S/O begins kissing his neck and chest. They feel up his pecs and abs. Their hands trail down to his hips and stop at his boxers.
• He jumps and blushes a deep crimson color when they they squeeze his ass.
• He realizes he should probably be doing something too. He grabs their chest and massages it roughly making them moan.
• Hearing them moan spurs him on more. He pinches their nipples lightly in his fingers. It doesn’t matter if his S/O is AFAB or AMAB he’s sucking on those titties. After playing with their chest a little he takes their nipple in his mouth. He sucks roughly. He moves his hands down to their hips.
• He touches them through their underwear. He rubs them roughly. He flinches when feeling them palm him through his boxers. Feeling their hands on him makes him very impatient. “How do you- what position should we do?” He asks. “Well do you want to be on top? Or do you want me to be on top?” They purr in his ear. Ugh that’s the hardest decision he could make right now.
• He wants them to be on top first. He lays on his back with soft pillows behind him. They pull down his boxers, his massive cock springs out. He watches as they remove their panties finally.
• His S/O coats his dick with a generous amount of lube. He grunts as they stroke him a couple times while coating him. Then his S/O mounts him.
• He listens to his S/O hiss as they sink down onto his dick. It’s a delicious stretch. He exhales as their hips meet his. His Adam’s apple bobs. It’s such a stark contrast. He’s so used to his rough cold calloused hand, and now he’s deep inside his soft, warm, tight S/O.
• He uncontrollably bucks his hips up into his S/O. They moan as he does. They grab his hands and place them on their hips. He’s got a vice grip on them. Then they start to move.
• He watches like a hawk as they bounce on his dick. He literally can’t look away. They set a steady space. He’s got insane stamina but It’s his first time. He cums rather fast.
• He can’t really help it, his S/O is so soft and warm. And they look gorgeous moaning and being pleasured above him. He’s never felt this before, so he pumps his load inside quickly.
• He doesn’t warn them before hand, it’s only when they feel his dick go soft and the huge load inside their belly that that they’ve realized he’s finished.
• He feels bad for not warning them beforehand- but seeing his release seeping out of them makes his dick come back to life.
• The second round however is much different. He is on top and controlling the pace. He enters them and sets a rather brutal but steady pace. His S/O better get ready to get fucked into the mattress.
• Their legs would be locked around his waist as he pounds into them. he’ll be grunting in their ear the whole time, his hands are clawing at the sheets beneath. Hearing them moan in his ear spurs him on.
• He lasts much longer this time. He’ll only finish after his S/O cums. He grunts loudly as he dumps another load in his S/O.
• After that it’s quite a long night for his poor S/O. He excited and wants to try everything in one night (but we know that’s not possible)
• He switches positions. He loves the sight of his S/O getting fucked in different poses. Each round he lasts longer than the previous.
• Once he’s had enough and he realizes his S/O has definitely had enough, he carries them to the bathroom for a nice hot bath. Then it’s off to bed. He cuddles his S/O the whole night. He’ll probably fall asleep after them.
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foreign affairs | m!blaine hayes x mc (kennedy monroe)
after the polo match, kennedy sneaks out to see blaine. bonus scene from the end of chapter 5.
catch up: knockout (E) / on the ropes (T) / outpoint (T)
tagging: @pixeljazzy ; @zigtheeortega ; @pixelsandkink ; @writinghereandthere ; @choicesarehard ; @natesewell ; @blainehellyes
~4.7k words | E
just let me know when you decide you actually want to be in control of your own life.
the words play on a loop in her mind as she stares at the ceiling, tossing and turning in bed.
after all the time she and blaine have spent together, where the hell does he get off talking to her like that?
who does he think he is, being right?
kennedy huffs, flopping over onto her stomach, shoving her face in the pillow on her bed. go to sleep, she scolds herself, squeezing her eyes shut tight and doing her very best to at least try. she has class tomorrow -- assignments to turn in, things to do. she can’t be awake at...
a glance at the clock on her nightstand makes her balk. two-thirty in the morning?!
her hands rub her eyes in frustration. this is all blaine’s fault.
before she’s even aware of what she’s doing, kennedy’s rolling onto her side and grappling for her phone, squinting as the light from the screen illuminates her otherwise pitch black bedroom. she hesitates, thumbs poised over the keyboard.
what is she supposed to say?
it’s all so confusing -- where she stands with blaine after last week and how she’s supposed to reconcile all the things she’s learning about him with the person she’d read about online before they ever met, how her mother’s campaign intersects with what she wants and whether or not she should be allowed to have something, for once, after going without for so long.
are you awake? she settles on finally, sent before she can take it back.
blaine’s reply comes within moments. no way did i just get a u up text from kennedy monroe, it says.
her eyes roll, though she’d be lying if she said she doesn’t immediately start to feel a little bit better, just like that. even when she doesn’t know what to say to him, she knows she wants to talk to him, and... maybe that’s enough.
you could just say yes, you know.
where’s the fun in that? before she’s even done reading blaine’s first message, the second appears right below it. is something wrong?
a loaded question. she knows she isn’t mad at blaine, not really. her anger’s meant for her mom and he’s unfairly caught the misdirection. though maybe the reason why his observations about her always seem to sting so much are because they hit unnervingly close to home, time after time. no.
liar, blaine says, and then, come over, then.
kennedy’s eyebrows lift. it’s almost three o’clock in the morning, she reminds him, as though he somehow hasn’t noticed.
so? betters your chances of not being seen with me.
her behavior at the polo match had poked at a sore spot, then. she sighs.
the front door is out of the question. she knows the second she slips out of her bedroom tatum will wake up and catch her in the suite’s living room, and that’s a complication she isn’t keen on dealing with, if she’s doing this.
is she doing this?
as softly as she can manage, she slips to the side and plants her feet on the floor, standing and stretching. her hair’s in a topknot, piled on her head -- that’ll have to do, there’s nothing she can do about it now -- but she should probably put on something more decent, especially if...
her phone lights up in her hand again. yes or no, rutherland?
yes, she writes back, so that it’s out there and she’s committed, her heart starting to race as soon as she sees her message is marked delivered. okay. okay, she’s doing this. there’s no going back now.
her hands shake as she slides open the window in her bedroom, less confidently than blaine had lifted the one in the living room just a few days before. for some reason the drop looks steeper and scarier than it had with him grinning up at her, but all it takes is a deep breath and the reminder of her mother’s expectations before she makes the leap, slinking off through the courtyard without a look back.
the back entrance to blaine’s residence hall is unlocked, and she counts off the numbers on each door down the hallway silently to herself to try to ease her nerves as she makes her way to the wing where she knows his and peter’s room is.
though she draws up short as she emerges from the stairwell; blaine’s waiting for her outside the suite, leaning half out of the open door frame. his arms are folded across his bare chest, and there’s sweatpants slung low on his hips where she does her very best not to stare, setting her eyes on his smirking mouth instead. “well, well, well. you actually showed.”
“shhh,” she instructs reflexively, looking around before following him inside, reaching out to smack his shoulder when blaine laughs just a touch too loudly for comfort.
her back leans against the front door as soon as it’s shut behind her. kennedy sighs heavily, scrubbing her hands over her face. part of her wants badly to throw up.
when she opens her eyes, blaine’s shaking his head at her indulgently. his hair is tousled like he’d been in bed while they were talking, too. “you teach a girl to sneak out one time and suddenly she’s all about it. it’s like you’re a different person.”
“oh my god, be quiet,” kennedy scolds, half because he’s already annoying her to her breaking point and half because -- “isn’t peter asleep?”
“a jet plane landing on the quad couldn’t wake peter up if it tried,” he snorts, sliding his eyes down her body slowly. “but we can talk in my room, if you want. shut the door and everything.”
it’s an offer she probably wouldn’t be able to say no to even if she wasn’t feeling vulnerable; seeing blaine’s room presents an opportunity to know a part of him he seems hellbent on keeping guarded.
and then there’s the other reason she’d come over, the innuendo underlying why she’s at blaines at three o’clock in the morning in underwear she definitely hadn’t been sleeping in.
kennedy nods. blaine’s grin is sharp in the dark living room, and he leads her wordlessly to the back bedroom in the suite -- the one that’d be dionne’s, if they were at her place.
but it’s not like dionne’s room at all. the bed is messy and unmade, dark sheets hanging half off the bed. blaine bypasses the overhead lights for the lamp at his bedside, and then the room is bathed in the dim coolness of a low blue bulb, just enough that she can see him perfectly, even though the curtains are drawn tight across his window.
blaine flings himself back into his bed like it’s no big deal at all that she’s here, the mattress bouncing in its frame. he wiggles pointedly over towards the wall, and without him inviting her closer, she toes off her shoes and falls into the space at his side, laying down on top of his outstretched arm.
there’s the briefest moment of silence before he exhales and curls his fingers around her shoulder. “i hope you left the warden a note,” he murmurs.
“after the earful i got the other day? no.” blaine’s chest is warm under her cheek when she turns her face to look at him. it’s weird how being so close to him isn’t weird at all, how natural situating herself in his bed and his arms feels and how much more relaxed she is, the crushing weight of the conversation she’d had with her mom easing up enough that she can finally let herself breathe.
“tell me about it,” blaine hums, “jacob totally ratted me out to my mom. she went nuclear.”
kennedy winces, sympathy softening the expression on her face. “i’m sorry.”
“don’t be,” blaine shrugs, “i don’t give a shit. besides, it was totally worth it.”
there’s something warm in his gaze when he meets her eyes -- something that makes her feel safe enough to admit, “my mom laid into me, too. before the polo match. it was the same as always, she just... everything is always about her campaign and how what i do affects her. and she expects me to be, like, this ideal daughter who never does anything wrong or has a life or an independent thought, and sometimes i feel like it’s impossible to live up to her expectations. i mean, no one could.”
blaine makes a noise of disgust in the back of his throat. “i know what you mean. like, yeah, our parents forced us to come here, but we should still be able to get something we want out of this experience, too.”
“exactly,” kennedy agrees quickly, struck by his understanding, “and just once i’d love to be able to make friends or date someone without having to worry about what it’ll do to my mom’s campaign, and i wish she’d give me that freedom, too, instead of trying to make me promise that i won’t be seen with you in public anymore. it’s ridiculous.”
a sudden silence from beside her makes kennedy turn her head curiously. of course, the smirk on blaine’s face is a mile wide. “i’m sorry, did you say date?”
“shut up,” she huffs, kicking his shin where their legs are half-tangled together on top of the yanked out sheets on his bed. “you know what i mean.”
“i don’t think that i do,” he says innocently, “really, you could go on --”
“oh my god, i can’t stand you. there’s seriously no --”
“i mean, i don’t think i’m asking for much. just a little explanation --”
“-- talking to you, you just interrupt me with some stupid jokes, and i’m trying to -- hey!” her voice turns up indignantly as blaine suddenly pushes up onto his knee, pivoting until he’s leaning over her on the bed. the abrupt movement makes the sheets beneath her slip, pushing her dangerously close to the edge of the mattress.
but all she can focus on are blaine’s eyes in the dim light of his room and the way he’s looking at her with them, his gaze almost adoring.
he’s obviously waiting for an answer she’s all too eager to give up, so when he arches his eyebrows questioningly at her, she nods so quickly her bun bobs precariously at the top of her head.
blaine dips down to kiss her without hesitation, his hands braced on either side of her head, off-center from the pillow. his stubble scrapes against her jaw and she sighs, parting her lips as she melts back into the mattress, reaching out for his arms to tug him in closer.
it’s slower and softer than his kiss at the carnival had been, more meaningful than how they’d kissed at the party at the start of term. there’s something there, in the way blaine kisses her, that she’s never felt before, not with any of the dull up-and-comers who’d so formally asked to take her to dinner in the past and kissed her goodnight politely before never calling her again.
his hand skims down her side innocently, fingers toying with the hem of her top. for all his bravado, blaine is always uncharacteristically cautious when she manages to get him alone, and fuck her, but she finds that hopelessly endearing, too.
kennedy spreads her legs out wider on the bed in encouragement, urging him closer with a hand at his back. the bare skin of blaine’s chest seems to stretch on for miles, broad shoulders flexing under her fingers when he bends at the elbows to bring their bodies closer. his own wide palm ghosts over her stomach, spanning the expanse of her ribcage.
“i missed this,” she admits, because it’s true, her voice turning up at the end into something breathy and embarrassing when blaine’s hips roll forward in a slow grind between her legs.
to her surprise, his answer is genuine -- no sarcastic quip or smart remark to be found. “me, too,” blaine mutters lowly between kisses that start to travel across her face, over to her jaw and down her neck. “it’s ridiculous how much i think about this.” he pauses with his teeth just above her collarbone, and then amends, “about you,” and bites.
she moans, teeth digging into her bottom lip to try and stifle the sound. regardless of blaine’s insistence, peter’s asleep in just the next room, and the walls in her suite are thin enough that she can hear dionne blow drying her hair in the mornings, so --
“come on,” he needles, the rough rasp of his voice sounding so good it makes her own hips twitch forward, desperate to get closer, “i told you he won’t wake up.”
“we shouldn’t risk it,” she murmurs, sliding her hands down his chest to settle at the waistband of his sweats.
“there’s no way peter doesn’t know,” blaine says, lowering his voice to match hers, speaking the words directly into her ear. his hands push her shirt up higher and higher while he talks, until the fabric’s tucked beneath her chin and she’s shivering under his gaze. “if he didn’t figure it out, dionne totally told him.”
he’s probably right about that. dionne had seen straight through her easily, and kennedy knows she’s almost definitely well aware of every single thing that’s happened between them, even despite her best efforts to keep it quiet and skirt the topic of conversation whenever it comes up.
“i can still be quiet,” she returns finally, angling her head up and kissing blaine again before he can argue further, forgetting everything other than the lush safety of his mouth as soon as their lips meet.
“we’ll see,” blaine warns, breaking away abruptly and leaving her gasping to catch her breath while he slides down her body, finally kicking the messy sheets to the floor.
she pushes up onto her elbows, watching blaine slide her pajama pants down to her ankles. her eyes widen as she realize what he’s doing, though she hardly has time to say a word before he’s reaching for the delicate lace thong she’s wearing, pulling it carefully to the side.
blaine grins at her. “you sleep in these?”
kennedy huffs. “maybe.”
his smile turns crooked, the tilt of his lips endearing all over again. “cute,” he murmurs, leaning in and lowering his mouth between her legs, pressing a sucking kiss to the crease at the top of her thigh.
she exhales, trying not to tense. the truth is that none of the other guys she’s ever dated were into this -- that sex before blaine had been largely perfunctory, that the way he makes her feel is totally and completely new and terrifying to her --
warm eyes find hers and pull her effortlessly from her meltdown. “hey,” blaine says gently, “stay here with me, okay?”
“okay,” kennedy returns, and then blaine bows his head again and he settles between her thighs and she forgets to panic in favor of how good it feels, each swipe of his tongue winding her up tighter until her back is arching up off the bed. “blaine,” she groans, all thoughts of being quiet following her nerves and reservations swiftly out the door, “god, fuck.”
she reaches down and pushes her fingers into his hair, anchoring herself to the moment. the little doubts that make her want to spiral are still there, in the back of her mind, but they’re much quieter with her gaze locked on the sight of his head dipped in low at the apex of her thighs, the warm pressure of his mouth slowly working her over.
sparks of pleasure sing down her spine, making her toes curl where her legs are splayed out wide. needlessly, blaine’s taking his time, like he has something to prove -- like he doesn’t already know how much she’s risking every day so she can prioritize him, like he isn’t aware of how little she cares about the trouble she’s in once they’re alone together.
she’s so caught up in the way he’s making her feel that it takes her by complete surprise when she tips over the edge, trembles shaking her body and making stars explode behind her eyes.
it’s when she floats back to earth that she realizes how loud she’d gotten, and she can feel her face heat with embarrassment, her grip on his hair loosening until blaine can bounce back up and shake his head out, his tongue dragging along his grinning lips. “pretty good, i guess?”
“come here,” kennedy directs, still working to catch her breath. she’s dazed and not bothering to hide it, her gaze unfocused and hazy before blaine’s face crowds into her field of vision and she can narrow in on the way his obnoxious smile softens at its edges before they’re kissing again.
her body tangles around his and she sighs into his mouth as blaine lets her taste herself, his lips sliding over hers with purpose. every last one of her stressors fades away as she loses herself in the warmth of blaine’s kiss, their limbs twining together while they roll around on the mattress until she comes to a stop with her pants kicked off, perched in blaine’s lap, straddling his hips.
“nice view,” he comments hoarsely when they separate, each rough exhale underlining how affected he is. “but --”
she reaches down and pulls her top off before he can finish, drawing a laugh from blaine that sounds unnaturally loud in the otherwise silent stillness of his bedroom. “better?”
“oh, she reads minds now, too,” blaine murmurs, reaching out for her hips and pulling her in closer, groaning when she slides over the noticeable stretch at the front of his sweatpants. “is there anything you can’t do?”
“fuck you with your pants still on,” she answers breathlessly, emboldened by the way blaine’s looking at her -- by the way he hasn’t stopped looking at her, since she first showed up at his suite and maybe even before that, too.
her pulse stutters when he laughs at her again, more warmly this time. if she reads too deeply into it, blaine sounds both surprised and pleased by her forwardness, and something about thinking she might’ve impressed him makes her feel a little more confident -- like there might actually be something to this whole doing-her-own-thing and being-herself project she’s evidently excelling at, despite its newness.
“well, we can’t have that,” blaine smiles, and then his hips lift and he’s bare, too, looking up at her smugly like he knows he’s the best thing she’s ever seen.
irritatingly, nothing else comes to mind as even being close.
but his expression shifts as she draws closer for another kiss and he looks at whatever emotions are playing out across her face, reading her as effortlessly as always. something in his eyes gets a little more serious, his hands intentional when they slide down her back and his fingers fan out over her ass.
“you’re gorgeous,” he mutters angrily between quick kisses, like it’s ruining his day, somehow.
“you, too,” she returns more sincerely, because -- it’s just true. he is. and despite every challenging complication, she’s glad she’s here with him, even if she’s headed down a path that’s going to make things with her mom impossible and the rest of her life a living hell. what’s happening now is independent of all of that, something she’s not ready to share with anyone else just yet.
anyone but blaine, that is.
his dark eyes skim slowly down her body and back up again, the curl of his lips tilting into something resembling wonderment. he seems just as amazed by the fact that she’s here as kennedy is, and for the first time, she doesn’t have to second guess how he feels about her. for once, she can read him perfectly, and all it makes her want is more.
their lips meet in a kiss that’s uncharacteristically tender, so searching and sweet it leaves her short of breath. though they’re both eager to move things along there’s no rush, tonight, and she revels in their ability to take their time and enjoy themselves in private, away from the rest of the world.
when she finally gets her hand around blaine and moves to connect them he looks lost, his eyes fixed on her face with something reminiscent of confusion lurking in them. as her hips sink down slowly, she remembers what he’d said to her on the ferris wheel before they’d kissed: this is new to me.
there’s something so comforting in knowing that, making her feel warm all over in a way that has nothing to do with where their bodies are joined and how she’s rocking her hips in his lap, gasping as they come even closer together.
her body leans down over his and their foreheads tip together; blaine lifts his hand to gently brush a lock of hair that’s dropped loose from her bun out of her eyes, and then there’s nothing between them at all -- nothing to stop her from staring at him when his hips thrust up to meet hers, nothing but the springs in the mattress bouncing and the sound of their breaths and one soft exhalation of her name that reads like something between a curse and praise. “kennedy. jesus christ.”
blaine’s hand cups her jaw and his thumb brushes over her cheek with a gentleness that makes her tremble, something she’d never expected and couldn’t have possibly prepared for.
it feels like more -- like the more she’s been wondering about and wanting -- and if it’s not she has no idea how she’s ever going to recover.
“i love this,” blaine murmurs against her lips, still touching her all over in an almost absent-minded way, his words thoughtful as his hips buck to meet her each time she rocks down against him.
“me too,” she gasps, “i -- i’m -- god, blaine. feels good.”
“yeah?” there’s some urgency in his movements then, a new speed to the way his hips move. “tell me.”
“i’ve -- ever since the party, i’ve wanted to...” it’s too much. she screws her eyes shut tight, bracing her hands on his chest.
it’s only when blaine’s thumb and forefinger squeeze her chin that she opens her eyes again, blinking at him imploringly in the hopes he’ll understand.
by some miracle, he does, rocking his hips up with a groan that leaves her lightheaded and again emphasizing, “i love this.”
“yes,” she breathes back, effortlessly reassured and tilting her head down for another kiss to try and express some of the overwhelming gratitude she feels for the way he just gets her, “yes, yes, blaine, i’m --”
it’s more intense than she expects, when he brings his hand between her legs and nudges her over the edge. stars explode behind her eyes and all she can focus on is blaine and the way he’s holding her, the grip of his free hand laced in hers a tight safety she leans into while she chokes back a loud moan of his name.
distantly, she can hear blaine echoing her with his own curses, his rhythm stuttering and then faltering until he tugs her into a desperate kiss, his groan muffled into her mouth when his lips slide sloppily against hers.
it takes her longer than she’d care to admit to catch her breath, and though she knows she’s dead weight on top of blaine’s chest she can’t quite bring herself to move, nuzzling her nose into the side of his neck with a sigh.
blaine’s still for a long moment before he lifts his hand to her back and draws lazy circles between her shoulder blades, the rough pads of his fingertips skimming over her skin. “you good?”
“very,” kennedy yawns into his ear, laughing when he jerks to the right and shoves her off of him, back into the curve at his side that seems to be perfectly sized for someone her shape.
with how she’s pressed up against him, the walk back across campus seems daunting. class in the morning is an even more miserable prospect.
“i’ll get up and fix the sheets if you sleep here,” blaine offers, like he can read her mind. the words make her freeze immediately, and she can’t help but notice how suddenly tense he is beside her, too, like he hadn’t intended for it to be a thing but now it is and there’s nothing he can do about it. the hand he has on her side tightens and relaxes abruptly. she can hear him clear his throat, and when he speaks again, it’s in the same forced-casual tone of voice he seems to love. “if you want.”
kennedy stares at the ceiling, unblinking. it looks exactly like the ceiling in her room, except that she feels eons closer to sleep here with blaine than she had back in her suite, for some reason. “okay,” she murmurs finally, reaching out and prodding his calf with her toes, “fix them.”
blaine rolls to his feet, and she takes advantage of the fact that he’s still naked to shamelessly ogle him, waiting until he’s got his back to her to whistle from where she’s curled up in his bed.
a pillow from the floor hits her in the head and makes her laugh, and then the sheet’s thrown over her hastily, followed by the blanket and the comforter in quick succession.
a warm body launches itself at the bed and wriggles chaotically under the covers with her, effortlessly displacing the slight semblance of order he’d just organized. “i can’t believe you live like this,” kennedy says as blaine shifts in close, “next time you’re coming to my suite.”
“sorry it’s not up to your standards, first daughter.” blaine has to stretch to shut the bedside lamp off, and again she finds herself staring, admiring the way his muscles flex when his hand fumbles for the switch behind his back without twisting his body around, his refusal to take his eyes off her clear. “but i don’t know if i could get it up with your childhood boyfriend listening in on me.”
“oh my god, tatum is not -- we never -- jesus, you’re awful.” but her protests are half-hearted, bisected by another yawn. they have class in just a few hours.
and she has nothing to wear.
though it’s hard to worry about anything with the way blaine is grabbing her and tugging her into his chest, folding her in along his body and tucking his head overtop of hers. kennedy starts to grin against his bare chest as they both curl up together under the covers.
“you never told me you were a cuddler.”
“i’ll throw all these blankets back on the floor,” blaine threatens, “don’t think i won’t.”
she lifts her head and squints at him in the dark, still smiling. blaine’s eyes are shut peacefully, and she’d wager there’s not a thing in the world that could get him to move, just then. she slumps back against him with a laugh. “yeah, right.”
“i’ll do it,” he promises again, though his voice is fading fast. he sounds more relaxed and honest than she’s ever known him to be. “when you least expect it.”
well -- that was kind of his process for everything, wasn’t it? “shut up.”
“you shut up, i’m sleeping.” judging by the even rise and fall of his chest under her cheek, he’s close to it, and she’s just about there, too, soothed by the fact that she’s not alone for the first time in as long as she can remember.
“night, then,” kennedy murmurs softly, finally letting her eyes slide shut when his lips brush over the top of her forehead at her hairline, blaine’s fingers squeezing her shoulder one last time before they grow slack against her.
she winds up sleeping through four alarms, two classes and ten phone calls from tatum, but it’s all kind of worth it to wake up well-rested beside blaine in the morning -- so much so that even a nasty phone call from her mother can’t drag her back down to earth from where she’s floating happily on a high the kiss goodbye blaine had gifted her before she’d left to go back to her suite and shower had catapulted her up to without a prayer of coming down anytime soon.
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Nap time with the Obey me! boys
So basically.... I’ve been super into the Obey Me! Fandom so.... of course I’m gonna write some content. Anyway, I thought of a cute idea with an MC who enjoys a good nap time. As someone who is partial to taking naps for an hour at four almost everyday, I found writing this quite self indulgent haha. Anyway, please enjoy, and to all of the people who are fellow nappers, this one’s for you *wink*
Lucifer!
was looking for MC one day when he found them asleep on the couch in the living room
why were they there? Wouldn’t it be better to just sleep in their own room? Is the couch even COMFORTABLE???
none of these questions get answered of course
he just stands there for a bit, watching MC peacefully sleep
they look absolutely ADORABLE
he would move them to his room just to keep them to himself
but they look much too peaceful
so he leaves them alone
when they wake up, a blanket has been thrown over them
they soon find out it was Lucifer, since he mentions that if they need a nap, his room is always open
MC smiles with a blush, and they seem to take up that offer quiiiiite often, especially when Lucifer is stressed from working
Once MC was welcomed to his room for naps, they were there CONSTANTLY
Doesn’t even want to sleep unless they know Luci has slept well himself
If MC even finds that Luci stayed up too late working again, it will be their mission to have him take a nap with them as well
He doesn’t always want to but is always dragged in somehow
He doesn’t even sleep half the time, he just likes how MC cuddles up to him as they rest, and how their hair feels between his fingers as he softly messages their scalp, his mind deep in thought over things, whether it be his affection to this human or the work he should really be getting to
Oh well~~~
Guess his work will have to wait a tiny bit more
Mammon
MC and him are hanging out one day, just vibing and watching a movie
However, it seems naptime has approached, but MC doesn’t want to seem rude and just fall asleep while Mammon is there
but... the movie’s just soooo slowwwww
and... they’re sooooo close to Mammon that his heat is radiating off and onto MC
so, of course, MC snuggles in a bit more, which brings a blush to Mammon’s face because of the proximity
(he won’t admit that tho, so he tries to be chill)
He just lays there, stiffly, with MC’s head lying on his shoulder.
They slowly start to drift off, head bobbing every once in a while as the movie progresses
Mammon is a statue now
He doesn’t move until he knows they’re asleep, and even then, is VERY careful in moving their head to be placed on a few pillows he moved over (I mean, he doesn’t want them to have a sore neck when they wake up!)
So, he himself lies beside MC, placing his arm under his head as he turns his attention to their sleeping face.
He reaches out, and lightly traces a finger down their cheek, which earns a slight twitch of their nose from the contact
He smiles at how cute they look, and soon falls asleep himself
(wakes up to Lucifer coming in the room, finding the two together at a time where Mammon should NOT be out of his own bed. Gets yeeted by Luci, and MC is still asleep, unaware of the second oldest getting reprimanded)
Levi~~~
As someone who doesn’t leave his room often, Levi is not one prone to witnessing MC’s frequent nap times
That is, until the he invited them to play video games with him one day
He insisted that MC join him for one of his raids, even if the human insisted that this was their time for naps
“But, the raid starts in ten minutes! You HAVE to help me MC!”
“But Levi-”
“It will be great! I PROMISE! PLEASEEEE”
Of course MC could not resist. He was just too cute when he begged
And so, the two were sitting on the floor, screen brightly hitting their faces as the room was dark around them
MC was trying their best to stay awake, seeming as though the game was not keeping them very interested, since they were only used as a decoy.
Levi paid no mind tho, as he was frequently yelling at the screen and telling MC what to do.
He didn’t notice that MC had fallen asleep until he noted that their character was nowhere in sight.
Looking to the side, he finally noted the fact that, yes they had fallen asleep, and yes, they were leaning on his shoulder
OH NO
Cue Levi’s face becoming EXTREMELY red
He had no idea what to do
Why were they asleep? Why were they leaning on his shoulder!? WHY WAS THE ROOM REALLY HOT ALL OF A SUDDEN!?!??
Even with these questions burning he made no attempt to move them
So he just sat there. Stunned.
Welp. Guess it’s a game over for now.
Just gonna sit here for a while till they wake up then
Plot twist: he falls asleep too
Satan <3
All he wanted was to have a nice reading sesh with MC
THAT'S ALL HE WANTED
But no
He had initially invited MC into the library with him, wanting them to read a book he highly recommended and dually loved
He had handed them the book, MC taking it gladly, smiling all the while as they listened to his sinopsis
He was just so cute when his eyes lit up about his favorite books
And so, when he was done, MC was glad to begin reading, hoping to earn the same appreciation he had towards the book
He sat on the seat beside them, his own book in one hand as he held MC’s with the other
It had been at least half an hour before he looked up again, looking to see what MC thought of the book so far.
What he didn’t expect was for MC to be asleep
Was his book really that boring?
He looked down in his seat, sighing in disappointment
Perhaps MC just didn’t appreciate the sophisticated literature he so much enjoyed
But no
That was not the reason
It was just nap time
When MC awoke, they found themselves still in the chair, Satan nowhere to be found.
They grabbed the book, taking it with them as they ventured to find him
Why did he leave them?
MC eventually found him in his room, sitting on his bed with the same book he had in the library. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, and it took a few tries before MC finally got him to look up
“What’re you doing in here? I thought you were asleep?” he said, rather coldly
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to! I --”
“If you thought it was boring you could have just said so.”
“No! That’s not it at all! It’s actually very good!”
“Don’t patronize me,” he scoffed, then turned his head to his own book again
MC stared at him, before walking up and stealing his own book from his hands
“HEY!”
“I’ll have you know, that I really do enjoy your book! Anything you give me to read is amazing and I cherish each one! And I fell asleep not because I didn’t like it, but because I’m just prone to falling asleep when I get too comfortable. Also, it was the time of day when I usually fall asleep. I’m sorry. I should have told you.”
He stares at them for a moment, then his face softens.
“I’m sorry too… I shouldn’t have assumed things so easily…”
MC smiled, and nodded, then handed him back his own book. They sat next to each other on the bed, soon venturing off into their own worlds as they comfortably read next to each other
Asmo ~~~
So basically… Asmo took MC to go shopping. Whether MC was forced to or not is a mystery, but in the end, they came home with Asmo and too many bags to carry
By the time they got home, MC was exhausted. Shopping all day with Asmo is very tiresome, especially when he’s always looking for a way to get reactions out of them through outfits he puts on and outfits he insists they try on (most of the time the clothes being rather provocative)
And, even though MC protested that they were going off for a nap, Asmo insisted they come to his room so that he could put away all of his stuff, along with potentially retrying a few things for outfit creativity’s sake.
MC found themself on his bed, lying on their stomach as they tried their best to stay awake and give their humblest opinion on Asmo’s fashion choices (which mostly resulted in a short nod, just because they were too tired to really pay attention)
It wasn’t until he had exited into his closet to change yet again that MC finally succumbed to their much needed rest
He came back several minutes later to enter while striking a model pose for MC to see, and yet, he noted their inability to see at all, since, yah know, MC was unconscious
He sighed to himself, knowing that this was bound to happen. He wasn’t blind to their clear exhaustion, but he wanted to see just how long they would stay awake. And yet, here MC was, asleep
He made a move towards the bed, seeing as perhaps this was a perfect opportunity to take a peek at what they were hiding under their clothes, and yet, just seeing their peaceful face made his attempts falter into nothingness
He couldn’t bother such a beautiful form, and that was saying something, since he himself was the most beautiful of them all
So instead, he smiled and laid down beside them, placing both hands to wrap around their sleeping form and easily pull them towards him.
Beel
This man. THIS MAN.
He might have just put MC in a food coma
The two had gone out for dinner, venturing through the market of the devildom trying foods at all of Beel’s favorite vendors. I mean, come on, MC hasn’t tried any of them, so might as well take them
By the time they had gotten home, MC had eaten too much to even care about dinner. All the food they had eaten made MC much too tired to even do anything
They hadn’t even been able to make it to their own room, settling for the couch in the lounge, since it was closest to the foyer.
Beel had left them to go to the kitchen (of all things) since, yes, of course this man was still hungry, even after ALL OF THE FOOD he had just eaten
He soon had more snacks than he could carry in his arms, and ventured his way to MC’s room to spend more time with them
But, what’s this!? MC isn’t in their room?!
Beel ventured through the rest of the House, going upstairs and even aking his brothers where he may find the human
None of them knew, that is, until he recalled seeing MC walking into the living room upin their arrival
He scurried down the stairs, his snacks still in hand, when he finally made it into the living room
Once he found MC lying on the couch, asleep, just the thought of his snacks had been forgotten
He now had a more fulfilling need in his hands
That was gathering MC and taking them to their room, which would most definitely end in him cuddling into them as they both lied on MC’s bed
Bonus:
MC wakes up to fluffy orange hair in their face
They easily figure out its Beel, and pet his soft locks, making an effort to glance down at his peaceful face.
MC feels content in Beels arms, and easily is lulled back to sleep, with the thought to thank him later for taking them to their own room to sleep (Beel just didn’t want anyone else to see his angel sleeping so peacefully)
Belpie!
So basically
Nap time is WELCOMED with this man
MC had their own nap schedule? Well, Belphie can adjust to it too
Once that special time hits the clock, the pair can be seen heading off for their nap.
Sometimes it varies
Sometimes they can be found in Beel and Belphie’s room, snuggled up in Belphie’s bed
Perhaps they were too comfy to move out of the couch
Maybe they even fell asleep together while watching a movie in MC’s room
Regardlessly, I think their most favorite spot to fall asleep in is up in the observatory
It’s just so peaceful there, with the brothers rarely venturing into that room
Plus, I’m sure Belphie and MC had created their own place to sleep, the pair bringing up as many pillows to lay on as they nod off while looking at the stars above
Belphie never really looks at the stars though
He’s much too transfixed on MC’s glorious face
If only he could keep them to himself for forever
Perhaps he can, since the world of dreams can also be a plausible place to spend an infinite amount of time with his human
He loves his nap time, and will never miss out on it.
Even if MC isn’t too tired, they will never say no to spending time with Belphie as he himself falls into his own slumber.
#obey me#obey me boys#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me x mc#obey me! one master to rule them all
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Movie Night
Frankie “Catfish” Morales x GN!Reader
Word count: 1704
Warnings: none
Rating: General audiences
A/N: Day 7 for @honeymandos December Writing Challenge! ❤️
Frankie is not married here and does not have a child – events take place before the events of Triple Frontier. Reader’s best friend is also gender neutral!
I know Hamilton and Disney+ were released in 2020, Triple Frontier in 2019. But I’m not mentioning any years here. I just wanted to use the musical for this prompt, sooo please don’t think too much about it.❤️
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Movie night with Frankie is something you look forward to every week.
The two of you just started dating about seven months ago and with your jobs consuming most of the weeks you didn’t see each other very often. That’s why you started carving out a little bit of time each Saturday night to have a movie night together.
Last week you spent it at your place, today you will have it at Frankie’s.
Those Saturday’s have become sacred nights to the both of you by now. Sometimes it was the only time you could see each other all week so you made sure to never miss it.
As you get in your car to drive to his house, your phone dings, signalling that you got a new message.
You unlock it and see it’s from Frankie, a smile forming on your lips upon reading his name.
Don’t forget the dips, love! Can’t have nachos without it 😱
You giggle at that and slightly roll your eyes.
I’m not the one who forgets half the things every time😁😉
As you drive to his place you recall the first time the two of you had met.
- around 7 months prior –
Ben Miller was the boyfriend of your best friend – now their husband. You had always gotten along with him really well, much to your friend’s delight and would visit them regularly.
One day he was throwing a little birthday barbecue party for your friend, inviting you and some of their other friends. Frankie was one of them.
You were the first one to arrive, because you had promised Ben to help prepare everything before they would come home from work. He had then revealed to you, while you were setting everything up, that he planned to propose that night and you had been super excited for them, knowing how much they love each other.
After a little while all the other friends started to arrive. Because Ben counted you as a close friend, he felt that it was in order to introduce you to his best friends which he knew from his time in the military.
You knew Will already, Ben’s older brother, who hugged you once he saw you. Santi and Tom both hugged you as well as Ben introduced you to them, both being extremely welcoming and immediately starting a casual conversation.
Frankie had arrived a little later as one of the last, feeling a little out of place as he saw a bunch of people he had never met before. But as soon as he spotted the boys, he relaxed a bit, making his way over to them to say hi.
Upon hearing his voice from right behind you, you jumped a little and then turned to look who it belonged to.
When Frankie laid his eyes on you his mind went completely blank. He thought he had somehow died and woke up in heaven, a literal angel standing right in front of him to welcome him into paradise.
Frankie never believed in love at first sight. Sure, he did love a few partners before, but it never held long, and it was never like this. He had never experienced this feeling before. One look at you and his heart burst into a million stars, butterflies erupting in his stomach, rendering him speechless.
As he stood there, frozen in place, mouth slightly agape and brain disconnected from the rest of his body, he didn’t hear you talking to him or the boys’ laughter until Santi slightly slapped his shoulder in a brotherly manner. He blinked and looked at him, mind still blank.
“You can’t just stand there staring at people, Fish, you’re scaring them away” he said, laughing and shaking his head.
You giggle slightly, thinking it was rather cute how he stared at you like a deer caught in headlights.
“I, uh… Sorry, I didn’t mean to, uhm… malfunction. It was rude of me to stare. I’m Frankie” he said, face as red as a beet, holding his hand out to you.
You flash him a bright smile, making his breath hitch and his heart almost hammer out of his chest. When he took your hand in his, he swore he could feel his skin tingle where you touched him, warmth spreading up his arm. And when you told him your name, when he finally heard your voice for the first time, he felt like he was about to combust.
In this exact moment he was thanking his past self that he decided to come to this party after debating for an hour whether he wanted to socialize tonight or not.
And you were secretly thankful that Benny had decided to invite his military best friends.
- present –
You now stand in front of Frankie’s door, arms full of snacks and use your foot to knock. Not even a minute later the door opens, revealing your boyfriend in black sweats, white shirt, red flannel and tousled hair that is sticking up into every direction.
He flashes you a big smile before taking some of the snacks out of your arms to carry them into the living room.
You shut the door behind you, slip out of your shoes and follow him. He had already prepared the drinks and even strung up some fairy lights. It looks so cosy and you can’t wait to just snuggle up against him and enjoy tonight.
Once you put the snacks into some bowls and poured yourself a glass of your preferable drink, you sit next to Frankie and snuggle right into him. Tonight is your turn to pick out a movie.
“So, what are we gonna watch tonight, amor?” he says, his arm wrapped around you.
You grin widely before starting the streaming service and looking for your choice of the night.
When you find it, you hear him groan slightly next to you, making you giggle before starting Hamilton.
“A musical?” He looks at you with his brows furrowed, slightly pouting.
You lean up and kiss his lips, making him hum in response.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover. Or a movie, in this case. Hamilton is amazing and I couldn’t wait to show it to you!”
Your visible excitement puts a smile on his lips and he gives in, shaking his head slightly before leaning back into the couch with you.
“Fine, fine. I’ll try not to be too big of a party pooper.”
Snuggled into his side, stuffing your face with popcorn, you silently mouth all the words to each song. Eyes wide in excitement, you stare at the tv and don’t notice Frankie constantly looking down at you, smiling at your giddiness. It fills him with warmth to see you so happy right there in his arms, watching this movie with him which obviously brings you so much joy.
Frankie isn’t really a fan of musicals, but for you he pulls himself together and really watches it.
To his surprise, he finds himself actually liking it and occasionally bobs his head to one or the other song. Which you notice and it makes you even happier than you have already been.
When the movie ends, you look at him expectantly, smiling so wide one could fear it would split your face in half.
He looks at you and laughs softly.
“You’re so adorable” he says, planting a kiss on your nose which you scrunch up in response.
“Sooooo… what do you think about it?”
“I have to say that it wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be” he says, earning himself a light jab to his side which makes him laugh.
He pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around your waist. You then notice that he looks at you with a slightly more different expression.
“I’m tired of only seeing you once a week. Or just at lunch for like 20 minutes at most. I miss you all the time” he sighs, drawing little circles onto your hips with his thumbs.
“Yeah… me too” you cup his jaw with one hand and press a soft kiss to his lips.
“I want you to move in with me” he suddenly says. Your eyes widen at that and you freeze, trying to process what he had just asked you.
“I mean, I… you don’t have to, I’m not forcing you to do it. I just… I’d love to see you more, to have you around me. I’d love to see little things from you everywhere I go, your toothbrush next to mine, your mugs in my kitchen cupboard, your smell on my pillow. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up with you still there…” He feels a heat creeping up his neck and cheeks, looking to the side. He is nervous, you still hadn’t said a thing.
But then you take his face into both your hands and make him look at you, a fond smile playing on your lips.
“Frankie, there’s no way I’d ever say no to this” you whisper, and he releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Oh, thank god. I thought you were going to think me crazy” he says, scratching his chin slightly and chuckling.
You giggle at that before throwing a handful of popcorn at him.
He gasps, his awful, non-existing skill of acting coming through, making you laugh, the sound like music to his ears.
Before you can move away, he basically jumps at you, trapping you on the couch beneath him. And then he starts tickling you.
You laugh and squeal, trying to squirm out of his grip but he is too strong.
He doesn’t stop until you beg him to let go, barely able to bring out a single syllable, breathless from laughing this hard. Your heart hammers in your chest but you giggle up at him, glowing in the soft, orange light of the fairy lights.
A single popcorn falls out of his hair onto your forehead, making both of you laugh. He gently brushes it away and then leans down to softly rub his nose against yours before kissing you so tenderly that it takes your breath away.
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hello! i'm sorry if you already talked about this before, but do u know what happened to this certain tae story that u posted before, i think it was called "you are my forever" or something along those lines? i thought the story was super cute and i kinda miss it 😅 i can't find it on archive or anywhere else. anyways i hope you're having a great day, i love what u do! ur stories make me feel fuzzy inside haha 💜
hi, sweetheart! i also could not find this story anywhere on my blog (tumblr wtf) so i’m reuploading it here. thank you for letting me know :) thank you for reading and i’m glad my stories make you feel that way haha <3
You are my forever. [REUPLOAD]
originally posted: June 20, 2020
genre: fluff
word count: 3k
The first thing your half asleep brain registered was the light touch to your forehead, recognizing Taehyung’s soft velvet lips pressed to the skin before a light puckering sound escaped from them. You hummed quietly in content, hearing your boyfriend’s deep chuckle in response to your adorable reaction to his touch.
When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with a messy bed-headed Taehyung, his long black curls falling over his eyes as his eyelashes fanned out across his cheekbones. He was sitting up against the headboard, pointer finger trailing up and down your forearm soothingly.
You reached your hand up to his face, brushing the hair away from his eyes to see him properly. He smiled at that, his sparkling dark brown eyes finally being revealed to you as he held your wrist in his hand, pressing kisses to the inside of it.
“Did you sleep okay? Time change getting any better?” He inquired, nothing but care and concern in his tone as he knew you’d been having issues with the time zone changes since you’d arrived to Paris.
Taehyung had brought up the idea of taking a vacation several months ago before you even knew what your schedule for the coming year was like. Taehyung had asked where your dream place was to go, and when you had said Paris, his face had lit up like a child’s would on Christmas morning.
He had been to Paris with his members and he absolutely adored it. The little pockets of time he had to explore the city when he wasn’t working while he was there were some of his favorite memories, and the thought of getting to experience those things with the love of his life instead of the managers of BTS escorting him around made him even more excited to go back.
Seven months later, when both of your schedules were clear enough to take a week long trip to the European city, you’d jumped at the opportunity.
You’d been there for three days already, and while the time zones were challenging for an inexperienced traveler like yourself, you truly were having the time of your life with Taehyung.
“It’s getting better.” You nodded, Taehyung lifting your hand to his face to press kisses to your knuckles.
“Why are you up, baby? I’ve had to wake you up every morning we’ve been here.” You pointed out, curious as to why the man beside you was so wide awake at such an early hour despite his sleeping routines the past few days.
“We forgot to close the blinds last night. Remember, we got a bit distracted…” He trailed off, smirking at the memory of the way you’d both rushed out of the restaurant in a haste last night, desperately needing to put your hands on each other like you wanted to. You’d gotten back to the AirBnB, had sex, taken a bath, then passed out in each other’s arms back in bed.
“Yeah, I remember.” You chuckled, shaking your head at your boyfriend's cockiness about the situation. He knew the effect he had on you and he used it to his full advantage.
“Come here, angel.” He held his arm out above your head, hand releasing yours as you sat up, Taehyung placing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you snugly into him.
From the new angle, you could see perfectly out of the window, the view of the clusters of tan and beige colored buildings with lush green trees between them breathtaking. The Eiffel Tower was nestled behind the buildings, taller than the other structures and almost sparkling as the morning spring sun shone down onto the city.
“I really haven’t had a chance to look at this view yet.” He said, his hand rubbing warm and comforting circles with his palm on your shoulder adorned in his t-shirt.
“It’s a beautiful city.” You hummed, Taehyung shifting his gaze down to your head reclined back against his shoulder as a slow smile spread on his face.
“You like it here?” He asked, getting an eager nod in response from you as your eyes shifted over the foreign streets below you.
“I love it here.” You confirmed, Taehyung pressing a kiss to your temple as he smiled happily at your approval of the city he loved so much, too.
You turned your head to face him, tipping your head up to make his lips move from your temple to your lips, Taehyung holding your chin in place to deepen the kiss. Taehyung wrapped his arms around your torso, rolling over on his back as he pulled you on top of him to straddle his waist. You placed a hand on his chest, pulling back from him with a knowing look.
“We have to start our day, Tae.” You pointed out, knowing that if you started engaging in some less than innocent acts now, you wouldn’t make it out into Paris today.
“Baby,” he whined, stuttering out different excuses before he paused, blurting out a pathetic, “sex in Paris is just a different vibe!”
You cackled at his ridiculous conclusion, making him laugh along with you as he squeezed your hips in his palms.
“You’re hilarious.” You said, smiling down at him as you brushed the hair that had fallen back into his eyes back from his forehead.
“I know.” He said, smiling when you rolled your eyes at him.
It fell silent for a couple of minutes as you lightly caressed each other, lovingly nuzzled together in the bed.
“Do you want to go out for breakfast today? We could go to that crepe place we passed last night.” He mentioned, observing the low sounds coming from your stomach indicating that it needed food soon.
You giggled again at the memory of you two running out of the restaurant mid meal, leaving cash on the table before deciding to bounce as you were quite literally eye fucking each other.
“From what I saw of it, it looked pretty good.” You mumbled, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you leaned forward to press tiny pecks over the skin on his neck.
“Let’s go, then. I have to get you fed, you’re starting to sound like an alien.” He teased, poking fun at the increasingly loud noises coming from your stomach.
You shook your head at him, smiling as you lifted yourself off of him to get dressed for the day.
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You strolled through the quiet Parisian streets, surprisingly not crowded today compared to previous days. There were distant sounds of cars honking a couple of blocks over, and the scent of baked goods wafted through the air. The man beside you held onto your hand as you walked, squeezing every now and then as he lifted your hands to point at something he found interesting.
As you approached the door of the little cafe, he let go of your hand to step ahead of you, holding the door open for you to walk inside.
“Merci beaucoup.” You said, Taehyung smiling at the memory of him trying to teach you some french phrases in the terminal of the airport a couple of days ago.
You walked into the building, relaxation immediately setting in as you inhaled the sweet smelling air. There were only a few people in the cafe, a woman typing furiously on her computer before taking a small sip of coffee, and another couple that seemed to be from out of town, too.
Taehyung’s hand met your spine as he looked down at you, smiling adoringly as you reflexively dropped your head onto his shoulder. You stared at the menu hung on the wall in front of you, scanning the many options as your mouth practically watered at the descriptions.
“What are you getting, baby?” You asked Taehyung curiously.
His eyes shifted to the menu, weighing his options before he settled on one he knew you would both like. Taehyung, being the absolute sweetheart he is, never wanted to order something for himself that he thought you would dislike. Feeding you his dishes always made him automatically happier anyway, especially when you would do that shoulder dance with your head bobbing from side to side as the amazing taste of whatever you were eating connected with your taste buds.
“I think the strawberry crepes. With the cream cheese filling.” He said softly, making you giggle at his everlasting love for all things strawberry.
“What are you getting, angel?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you hummed in thought.
“Banana and nutella, I think.” You said decidedly, making him nod in approval at your choice.
After you ordered, you picked out a table by the window at the back corner of the building to sit at. Once you were both seated, opting to sit next to each other instead of across the table from each other, you exhaled a deep sigh.
“So, what’s on the itinerary for today, tour guide?” You asked, making him chuckle as he shook his head at you.
“That’s what I am now, huh? Just a tour guide?” He raised his eyebrows, smiling as you shrugged back at him.
“Tour guide, love of my life, whatever.” You said, making his features crinkle into a wide smile at your words.
Humming, he pretended to think it over, although he knew exactly what you were doing today.
“Well, I have a few things planned out for today, starting out with a delicious breakfast, maybe walk around and shop a little bit. Then I have a surprise planned for you.” He said, making you tilt your head with a confused expression.
Before you could ask any more questions about what the surprise might entail, the waitress was bringing over your crepes, both of you saying eager “thank you”s as your eyes widened in reaction to the delicious looking plates.
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When you left the cafe, bellies full of the french pastries after feeding each other half your own dishes, you set out to visit some touristy little shops.
You helped Taehyung look for a new beret, a hat that you could never in a million years pull off but managed to look so handsome on him.
Watching as you focused on perusing the berets for ones you thought would look good with his wardrobe, Taehyung felt his heart swell in his chest. He felt so lucky to be able to spend some quality time with you and make memories here.
Interrupting his thoughts, his eyes caught a silver necklace with a small pendant of the Eiffel Tower on it in an open box on the shelf in front of him. He smiled, reaching his hand out to hold the pendant between his fingers as he turned back to where you were. You were still distracted, and he decided to take the opportunity to buy the necklace while you weren’t paying attention.
He walked to the counter at the front of the store, quickly buying it for you in time so that you wouldn’t turn around and catch him in the act.
Once the necklace was purchased, he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him.
“Long time, no see.” You said jokingly, Taehyung only wandering off for a few minutes before he was coming back to you.
“Look what I found.” He said, lifting the necklace in his hand up to you. Your eyebrows raised in surprise, admiring the delicate pendant in his palm.
“That’s so cute.” You said, making Taehyung smile as you took the necklace in your hands to inspect the intricately designed Eiffel Tower pendant.
“You like it?” He asked, stroking your hair away from your face as you nodded enthusiastically.
“Turn around, I’ll put it on you.” He offered, taking the necklace back in his hand as you turned so your back was to him, Taehyung lifting your hair and placing it over your shoulder so he could clasp the necklace around your neck.
He turned you back around, watching as you played with the pendant resting on your chest.
“It looks even more beautiful on you.” He said, admiring the blush that tinted your cheeks, not being able to hold himself back as he leaned in to press a kiss to the heated skin.
“Should I get it?” You asked, Taehyung stroking the skin of your cheek gently with the back of his pointer finger.
“I already did, my love.” He said, making you glare at him as you cocked your head.
“You know how much I hate it when you-”
“Yep. But I don’t care.” He interrupted, placing a kiss on your pouted lips as he took his hand in yours.
He chuckled at your glare, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he prompted you to turn in his grip.
“Now, my little stylist, what berets have you chosen for me?” He asked, looking back to the beret wall and giggling as you turned back to look at it as well and bumped your shoulder with his.
“That’s what I am now, huh? Just a stylist?” You repeated his earlier words, making his giggles increase as he kissed your cheek, trailing his lips up to your hairline and pressing a kiss there too.
“Stylist, love of my life, whatever.” He teased back, watching as you closed your eyes and shook your head at him.
The loving bickering between the two of you always made his members refer to you as the “old married couple”, despite the fact that the two of you were not even engaged yet. Everyone knew it would happen, though; it was only a matter of time.
You reached your arm out to the hats you’d picked out for him, Taehyung humming in approval of your choices and making the decision to buy some of them.
You walked out of the shop hand in hand, Taehyung taking all the bags in his other despite you saying you could do it.
“I know you can,” he said, looking at you as you stared back at him, “but just let me baby you, okay? It makes me feel happy.” He finished, making you smile as you went on your tiptoes to press a kiss to the space between his dark eyebrows.
He tipped his chin up, catching your lips in a kiss before pulling away, tugging lightly on your hand to continue walking.
“I think we should go to the house first, drop off everything we bought and then go to my surprise location.” He posed, raising his eyebrows in question as he observed your smile and nod of approval to his plan.
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After you’d dropped the shopping bags off in the house you’d rented for the week, Taehyung had led you to a different area of the city, one you hadn’t been to before.
Walking side by side with Taehyung, his arm wrapped around your shoulders with yours hugging his torso, you approached a bridge. A bridge with a lot of locks on the sides of it.
Your brain clicked in realization, looking up at Taehyung to see he was already smiling down at you.
“Have you heard of this?” He asked softly, making you nod with a giddy smile.
You paused your steps in the middle of the bridge, overlooking a flowing river below you as you pulled away from Taehyung’s warm embrace and leaned your stomach against the railing.
You leaned away from the railing, observing the mass amount of locks and reading the names on them with a smile.
“Ahem.”
Taehyung cleared his throat, drawing your attention to his smirking face before your eyes traveled to the glinting gold padlock clutched in his hand. It had no writing on it, unlike the other ones on the bridge, and he dug in his pant pocket until he pulled a black Sharpie out of it.
You quickly grasped the idea he had, not being able to contain your sheer happiness as you dove at him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He wrapped his own arms around your waist, pulling you tightly into him as he chuckled into your hair.
“Does this mean you wanna do it?” He asked, causing you to pull away and nod, saying excited “yes, yes yes”s as he laughed at your excitement.
He uncapped the pen, writing your initials and his on the lock before producing a gold key out of his pocket.
“So, you find a place to lock our love onto the bridge, then we throw the key down there.” He explained, gesturing to the river below you as he held the key up in front of him.
With Taehyung’s help, you both decided on a spot that was available for the lock to go onto, locking it into place and standing back to observe the new lock on the bridge.
“You know, if we throw away the key, it’s locked forever.” You pointed out, smiling as Taehyung nodded.
“You are my forever. Am I your forever?” Taehyung asked, a question he didn’t need to ask to already know the answer to.
You nodded enthusiastically, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down to you for a kiss. He kissed you back passionately, tongue swiping against yours as his hand came up to cradle your jaw.
Pulling away, he reached for your hand, placing the key into it and wrapping his own larger hand over yours so you could grip the key together. You settled against his chest, tossing the key together into the Seine River.
You both watched as it descended down to the river, disappearing into the water before looking back at each other.
Taehyung craned his neck to focus his eyes on your face resting on his shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you snugly into him.
“I love you. Forever.” You added, making his mouth spread into the boxy smile you adored so much.
“I love you even longer than forever.” He said, leaning down to place his forehead on yours, swiping the tip of his nose against yours in a sweet gesture.
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Taylor!Daughter reader x Ben Hardy - Don’t Hurt Yourself SMUT
WARNINGS: A little angst, oral f-receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, pregnant reader
"It probably isn't as bad as it looks, love. I'm sure Ben wouldn't-"
"Don't!" You spun around to face your dad. Your eyes wild with anger. "You, you don't get to defend him. Got it?" You snapped. "When it comes to cheating, dad, you really don't get to make excuses."
Roger let out a heavy sigh, "All... I'm saying is, when it comes to stories in the paper, you get all the facts before you start worrying." He dropped the paper back onto the countertop.
The front page glaring up at you; 'Honeymoon already over? Bohemian Rhapsody star caught with someone who isn't his wife.'
"Talk to him, love. Please," Roger gently squeezed your shoulder before pressing a kiss to your cheek and then leaving you alone.
You had a lot to think about.
We just got to let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be baby
Hey, baby who the fuck do you think I is?
I smell that fragrance on your Louis V boy
Just give my fat ass a big kiss boy
Tonight I'm fucking up all your shit boy
When you hurt me, you hurt yourself
Try not to hurt yourself
When you play me, you play yourself
Don't play yourself
When you lie to me, you lie to yourself
You only lying to yourself
When you love me, you love yourself
Love God herself
Ben knew he was in for a long night as soon as he saw the front page of that shitty newspaper. He was ready for shouting and anger and things being thrown at him.But he wasn't ready for silence. The silence scared him more.
"Y/N?" Ben whispered as he stood in the doorway to your sons bedroom.
You were sat in the chair you kept in the room for when you read him bedtime stories. Buddy was sound asleep, his nightlight giving his small face a warm glow and you the lack of a Godess as you sat there with one hand stroking his hair and the other laid on your growing bump.
"Did you fuck her?" Your voice was calm and soft but Ben could feel the anger.
"No." Ben answered without hesitation. He dropped to his knees beside you. "I swear, Y/N, nothing like that happened." He clasped his hands in front of him.
You nodded your head slowlyin silence. "Okay. So, tell me what happened then." You kept your gaze on your sleeping son.
"We were drunk and she's a friend, Y/N. It meant nothing." Ben admitted. "It was only a kiss, Y/N, that's it."
"Just as kiss?" You hissed and began push yourself up. "Don't." You slapped Ben's hands away from you as he helped you up. "How can you say it's just a kiss, Ben?"
"Because it was." Ben sighed as he followed you out and shut the door to your son's bedroom behind him. "Y/N, I married you. We have a son together, and another couple of babies on the way. Why the hell would I do anything to lose all that?" Ben took a hold of your hand.
You snatched your hand back from him. "Why kiss her?" You asked before walking into your bedroom.
"We're friend's! You do it ALL the time. How's it any different?" He shouted.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Ben, I kiss my 'girlfriends', not some bloke I've been working with."
"How many more times. It meant, nothing!"
A small sob broke from your chest. You quickly covered your mouth, pleading with yourself not to cry.
"Love, I know you're angry-"
"Hurt." You corrected him, looking up to meet his gaze. "I'm hurt, Ben."
Ben's brow furrowed as he stepped closer to you. "Hurt?"
You nodded with a soft sigh turning away from him.
"Babe, honestly there's nothing more than friendship between her and me. If I hurt you, I am so, so sorry. It was just a silly, little kiss that honestly meant nothing. It was like... kissing Joe, or Gwil."
You let out a soft giggle as you looked over to him.
Ben gave you a small grin as he moved closer to you and slowly raised his hand to cup your face. "Baby, please tell me you believe me. I can't live with myself with you hating me or, for being the reason you're hurt. Please," He begged, turning your face so you were looking at him.
"I don't hate you, Ben." You sighed as you placed your hand over his. "I just-" You closed your eyes as you let out a heavy sigh. "It hurt me, to see you with her, having fun like we used to. And I'm here, always here alone, and fat, whilst you're off being skinny and gorgeous, surrounded with beautiful young women who don't get cramp when they have sex. Not that you want to, at the moment with me because, I'm the size of a fucking whale." You pouted.
Ben subtly covered his mouth so he didn't break out into a giant grin. You were fucking adorable when you pouted, just like your son. "Are you seriously that stupid?"
Your eyes widened at him. "Excuse me!"
Ben chuckled softly. "I love you, okay." He stepped a little closer to you. "You're smart, and funny, and... amazing. I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. You're so, so sexy, but fuck me, Y/N..." He grinned cheekily, his hands slowly slipping over the sides of your swollen tummy and around your waist. "When you're pregnant, filled with my baby, made from our love... Fuck," He groaned, taking a hold of your hand and pressing it against the front of his pants.
Your breath caught in your throat before you let out a soft moan, your hand lightly tightening around his hardening cock.
Ben bit back a groan with closed eyes, "I can't help think about how many different ways I'm going to have you." He groaned, rolling his hips against your palm.
You licked your bottom lip as you watched his mouth fall open, and his Adam's apple bob. "Ben," You panted.
His eyes opened with a devilish grin. "Yes, baby?"
"Fuck me," You begged.
Ben crashed his mouth against yours, holding the back of your head as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.
It had been a while since the two of you had been intimate with one another. Ben had been busy with a new project and you'd been busy being pregnant and looking after your three year old, so neither had any spare time to share anything more than a kiss.
You let out a whine as Ben pulled back from you.
"Shh, baby, gotta get you comfortable first." Ben smiled and began to undress you.
Due to being quite pregnant, getting undressed before you had it away with one another, wasn't as sexy as it once was. Ben didn't mind, he enjoyed helping you, pressing soft kisses to newly exposed skin that was working twice as hard whilst your body looked after your unborn children. And to be honest, you enjoyed him helping. You loved holding onto his strong shoulders as he bent in front of you to take your pants off. You enjoyed how he'd kiss your knee and whispered how beautiful you looked.
Ben carefully laid you on top of the bed then moved between to your legs, laying down so he was face to face with your core. "Beautiful," He whispered, leaning in to press a light kiss to your inner thigh.
"Ben, you don't ha-" You let out a sharp gasp as Ben ran his tongue up center of your pussy. "Oh, my-"
"What were you saying?" Ben asked with a cocky smirk as he pushed his middle and index finger inside your hole.
"Shut up," You groaned as Ben sucked your clit, his fingers moving in and out of you slowly a few times before twisting them around at the same time. "Oh, God."
"That feel good, baby?"
You nodded, "Yes, God, yes." You moaned and reached down to grab a hold of Ben's hair, but your bump prevented you from doing so. "Damn it!" You huffed.
Ben pulled back and pushed himself up to look at you with a from and your juice glistening all over his lips and chin. "What's wrong, babe?"
"I can't touch you, Ben. I'm too fat." You pouted.
Ben began smiling at you. "You're not fat." He let out a gentle sigh and moved to lay beside you. "You're pregnant, and beautiful," He reached over and cupped your face with his left hand to kiss you. "Lay on your side, okay?"
You nodded and rolled onto your right side, facing away from Ben. This was still no good, you weren't going to be able to see him now.
Ben laid behind you, slipping his right arm under your pillow and used his left to lift your leg up, slipping his hand around to your front so he could resume his fingering. You let out a deep moan as he slipped two fingers inside you once more. His thumb pressed against your clit, and the new position was driving you crazy.
"How's that feel?" Ben asked.
You hummed, reaching up behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair. Ben's right hand reached round and cupped your breast, lightly pinching your nipples as he leaned down and began licking and kissing your neck.
"Oh, oh God," You pressed your backside against his hard cock. "Yes!"
Ben pushing his fingers in and out of you as he rolled his hips against your backside. pinching your nipple as he ran his tongue up the side of your neck before sinking his teeth into the skin.
You cried out as Ben worked you through your orgasm, your cunt squeezing around his fingers, all the time Ben whispered praises in your ear.
"Fuck, baby," Ben moaned as he pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped his hand around his hard cock, letting your leg down briefly. He used your juices to lube it up before he pressed the head of his cock into your pussy then picked your leg back up, keeping it in place as he slowly filled your still tight hole. "Oh, fuck, baby."
"SHIT!" You cried, lightly pulling on Ben's hair as you screwed your eyes shut.
"M'sorry, shh, are you oka-"
You nodded, taking a hold of Ben's hand that was on your breast. "F-Fine, just-" You squeezed your walls around him and lifted his hand to kiss the back of his hand. "Fuck, I'll never get used to how big you are." You let out a small giggle.
Ben chuckle, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. "Sorry, love," He whispered, wrapping his arm around you a little tighter, kissing you once more.
You shook y our head. "It's fine. Please, move."
Ben nodded, and slowly pulled back, then back in. The angle meant he couldn't withdraw his cock all the way like he usually does, but it meant he could believe hard and short thrusts, his cock hitting different spots.
You moaned and squeezed around him as he pressed his fingertips against your sensitive clit.
"That's it, baby. Fuck, you take me so well." Ben groaned, rutting a little harder into you.
You bit down onto Ben's arm as to not cry out too loudly as Ben hit your G-spot. You were so close to coming again, and so was Ben. "Please, Ben," You moved yourself back onto Ben, "I'm so, oh God, I'm so-"
"Shh, I know, baby," Ben picked up a little pace and rubbed a little faster on your clit. He leaned down and attacked his lips to your throat, causing you to cry out in pleasure as you came around Ben's cock. "Fuck, yes!" Ben slammed into you one last time as he came, filling you up with his cum.
You laid in silence as you slowly untangled yourselves but stayed laid together with Ben's left hand moving over to lay on top of yours, over the front of your belly.
"M'sorry I hurt you, love," Ben whispered.
You let out a soft sigh, "It's fine, Ben. I think, my hormones may have played a big part in everything."
"Still, I haven't exactly been a good husband, have I? I need to focus on us, our family. I need to focus on our future, and I promise," Ben tightened his hold around you as he kissed the side of your head. "You are my only one."
We just got to let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be baby
Uh, this is your final warning
You know I give you life
If you try this shit again
You gon lose your wife
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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 36
Word Count: 2,529
POV: Readed
Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW
Notes: So I didn’t get a chance to work on NSDL but I did get to finish this one, so I hope you guys enjoy it. I know it’s been a minute since I’ve put out a chapter on this, but I haven’t forgot about this little family. Happy Reading!!!
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It seemed like everyday Jace grew a little bit more though you never admitted that to Tyler, for he thought he was missing out when he was on the road. Jace was Tyler's pride and joy, not that he wasn't yours but there was just this visible change in your husband when he was around your son. Tyler had always been this carefree and loving guy, and he was still that, but now there was this fierce protectiveness for both you and Jace; especially since the Instagram incident. He was extremely careful of anything he posted, even though you told him it wasn't necessary and really only put up one other picture of Jace when he turned a month old.
What surprised you most was how helpful he was, getting up at all hours of the night with you, even though you told him not too. He needed his rest especially with playoffs coming up, but Tyler would say he wanted to change his diaper and who were you to argue with that. You were grateful for the help and you knew that he wanted those extra minutes with Jace. You'd caught him more than once having a private chat with your son and your heart just melted.
It was six weeks after Jace's birth and you were finally ready to take him to a game. Tyler had another road trip coming up the last long one of the season that was seven days and you knew that taking Jace to one of the home games would make him happy. True to his word, Ty got you a private box, it was one of the smaller ones which was fine and you called Jenna and Andrea, as well as a few of the other women, to see if they wanted to join you. Tyler rode with Jamie so that he could take both you and Jace home afterward.
You picked Jenna up and she rode in the back with Jace. "Oh my god (Y/N), he looks freaking adorable." Jace had on his Seguin Daddy jersey, though you knew Jenna couldn't see the daddy part at the moment. In the couple weeks since you took him to practice, he'd gained a little weight and while the jersey was still a little big it fit much better.
"I think Tyler would kill me if he didn't have that on. I just hope he doesn't spit up on it before the game is over."
"You could always take it off for a bit after everyone sees it of course. Then put it back on before we go down to see the guys."
"Perfect, though I hope he'll be warm enough." You tried to pack everything that you thought you'd need, but you never know.
"Well from the look at his baby bag, you've got more than enough." Jenna was right, of course.
You pulled into the reserved parking for family and entered the arena in the private entrance, avoiding all the crowds. Once you were safely ensconced in the box, you pulled the blanket off of Jace's car carrier. You'd shielded him from prying eyes just in case anyone would recognize the two of you. The three of you were the first ones there but it didn't take long for the other ladies to arrive. Andrea brought Ben Jr. with her and there was a cute photo session of the two little boys in their jerseys. Ben kept grabbing at Jace, who had no idea what to do when Ben's little hands would touch his. It was all so adorable.
As the guys came out for warmups you saw Tyler's head immediately look up to your box and search the two of you out. You had been standing back a bit, but walked down to the front seats of the box, so Tyler could see his son. His face instantly lit up and you moved Jace to your shoulder so that Tyler could see the ninety-one and daddy on the back of Jace's Jersey. The smile on Ty's face grew even wider and you saw him nudge Jamie and point up to the box. As if on cue, the jumbotron switched to you and Jace, as well as Andrea and Ben, and you heard a collective 'Aww' from the crowd that was gathered there. You felt a modicum of comfort in the fact that Ben's little boy was up there with yours and you weren't in this by yourself. It stayed on the two of you for a minute, well really it was more about the babies then you or Andrea, but you breathed a sigh of relief when the shot finally went back to the players on the ice.
Jenna came down then with Jace's headphones as the music got louder and you wanted to protect his little ears. He absolutely hated them on and started crying loudly, which had you taking him back to the interior of the box. "Aww, he really hates those doesn't he?" Alandra asked.
"Yeah, he's not a happy camper at the moment." You tried bouncing him and rocking him back and forth in your arms but nothing was really working. "Could you hand me his pacifier?" Alandra searched your bag; it took a bit and you almost had a panic attack thinking you forgot it when she finally found it. He quieted after a few minutes, his lids growing heavy the longer he sucked on it and you silently chuckled thinking he was kind of like his dad; temperamental until at times until his mouth was on your breasts.
The game started and Jace slept through most of the first and second periods, which meant that he was sleeping through two of Tyler's assists and his delay of game penalty. At intermission time all the girls grabbed pictures with Jace and Ben, and you took one big group picture, which Alandra posted and tagged is as #babesandbabies. It was so incredibly adorable and you clicked the like button immediately. Jace did wake up for the third, where Tyler was able to rack up two more assists both on Radulov's goals. As the period neared the end, you put Jace in the car carrier so you could go down and see Ty after the game.
Jace was wide awake when all the guys came out and of course, they made a fuss over both the kids. "There's daddy's boy," Tyler said as he kissed you then grabbed the carrier, so he could coo over the baby. "Did you have fun, buddy? Were you good for mommy?"
"Well, he wasn't nuts about the headphones at first. We're going to have to start wearing them a little bit at home, just to get used to them." You told Tyler as the two of you started to head out to the car. "Why don't you sit back with him this time and I'll drive. He's pretty awake right now, doubt he'll fall asleep before we get home." Tyler sat in the back and your two boys chatted the whole way home.
"Did you see Uncle Rads' goals that daddy assisted with?" Jace would coo at the sound of Tyler's voice. "I know buddy, daddy got the third star tonight all because you were there to cheer him on." You swear Tyler put in that part so that you and Jace would come to the games more often, which you already decided you'd be at every home game of the playoffs. If Jace would go, you weren't entirely sure just yet, but he would be there at some of them.
Traffic wasn't that bad and you made it home in no time, Jace still awake though, you knew it was only because he needed to be fed soon. You all piled into the house, Tyler taking Jace so that you could play with the dogs a few minutes before feeding Jace. "Sorry about the jumbotron babe, I'll try and remember to tell them next time to not put you guys on."
"It wasn't so bad with Andrea being there. Though I will say I'm a bit nervous about sitting in the family section, but the girls said they'll help out with him if he gets fussy."
"Does this mean you're going to come to the game on Thursday?" There were still two more home games before the Stars roadie happened and you were sure your husband would try his damnedest to get you both there.
"Maybe, we'll see how he does with the headphones tomorrow around the house and then go from there."
Tyler came over to where you were burping Jace and bent down to the baby. "You're going to do great with them tomorrow, right bud?" Jace's little head bobbed on your shoulder and Tyler took that for a good sign.
It wasn't long after that and Jace was sound asleep as you and Tyler crawled into bed, Jace now sleeping in the nursery for the last week, with the dogs guarding him. Even Gerry had taken up a spot under the crib; leaving you and Tyler alone in the master bedroom. Tyler pulled you close to him, his hands sliding up and down your back as he kissed you. Just as it started to get heated, he pulled away. "Don't stop Ty."
"But babe," he mumbled looking at you with a pained expression on his face.
"It's ok Ty. I had my checkup today and we're cleared for everything."
He looked you in the eye as if to make sure you were telling the truth. "I knew you had an appointment but didn't realize it was for that. Like you're sure it's ok? I don't want to hurt you."
"Just go slow."
"I will babe, just say the word and I'll stop." You nodded then went back to kissing Tyler. Your body felt slightly different as Tyler's hands roamed up and down it, and you chalked it up to the fact that the last time you had sex you also had an almost seven-pound human growing inside you. Now you could feel Tyler growing hard against you, where you hadn't felt that in months. His hands tweaked your nipples which were sensitive to his touch and you were a bit freaked out when you let yourself think about the fact that you just fed Jace, but then Tyler's hand stole down to cup your core and those thoughts evaporated. His fingers circled your clit outside your panties and you moaned into his mouth. It wasn't long before you felt yourself grow wet with anticipation of what was to come. You reached between your bodies to fondle Ty's cock through his boxers, letting your hand sneak inside so that you could feel his hard length. He hissed out his pleasure as you pumped him with your hand. The last couple of days when he'd been home you'd given him blow jobs now that Jace wasn't sleeping in your room, but you were excited to have him inside you.
He pulled your panties off you and threw them somewhere in the bedroom, fingers running between your folds as your moans grew louder and louder. Tyler always knew how to get your body excited, something he didn't forget during this six-week hiatus. His lips ghosted down your stomach, which was almost back to normal before they settled on your clit. He flicked and sucked it with his tongue as your body thrashed around on the bed. Carefully he slid one finger inside your wet pussy. "You ok baby?"
"Yes…Ty…keep doing that." You said breathily and he started to pump that finger in and out of your body while sucking on your clit. It didn't take long for your climax to hit. You'd been so keyed up for this moment that just a few strokes from him and your toes were curling as you screamed out his name. "Fuck Tyler that felt so good."
"I missed that so much." He told you as he crawled up the bed to hover over you. You spread your legs a little wider, as he settled between them. "Tell me if it hurts." You nodded and tensed slightly as he lined himself up with your center. He must have sensed your hesitation for his mouth was on yours in seconds, kissing away any tension that you held in your body. The head of his cock nudged your folds and it felt a bit foreign as he entered you. Almost as if it was your first time together instead of what was probably your millionth. He went slow, letting you adjust to every inch until he was fully engulfed in your warmth. There was this familiar stretch once he was inside you and it felt wonderful. His brown eyes looked into yours and all you could see was love in them but yet you knew he was holding back, wanting this to be good for you. "You ok?"
"Yeah…but Ty…" you breathed out and he looked at you all concerned. "Please move." He chuckled, the vibrations going through your body before he carefully slid out just leaving the head inside you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him back inside you and the two of you started to build a rhythm. His mouth was on yours kissing and swallow each of your moans.
When your nails bit into his flesh, he groaned at the feeling. "Fuck baby, I'm so close." You were too, and you clutched at him holding him close as he thrust inside you.
"Yes…Ty…yes," you moaned out as your legs started to tremble, the orgasm crashing over you. Your back arched as the euphoric pleasure of your climax took control of you and you spasmed around Ty's cock as he spilled deep inside of you, calling out your name. His arms shook with the force of his climax and even with all his upper body strength, you saw it took everything in him not to collapse on top of you. Instead, he rolled you both onto your sides; his cock still inside you.
"Damn (Y/N), that was amazing." He pecked your lips quickly before pulling back to look at you.
"Well, maybe we should wait six weeks before we do it again."
"Why? Did I hurt you?" A giggle escaped your lips as you were only teasing him, but the look of concern on his face had you sobering quickly.
"Ty, I swear I'm fine. I was just teasing you. There's no reason to wait another six weeks." You took your hand and cupped his cheek. "In fact, we should probably do that again." The fact that you both yawn at that exact moment wasn't lost on either of you.
"Round two, in the morning?" He asked, swinging your leg over the top of his hip as he drew you closer to him. "I love you baby; now, let's get some sleep before Jace wakes up."
"I love you too, Ty." It wasn't long after that, that you fell blissfully asleep unaware of the comment left on Alandra's Instagram post or the direct message that had just been sent to you.
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imagine steggy after their reunion: for quite some time they're unable to not be in the same room as the other, always have to be seeing the other, maybe even have to constantly touch each other like a hand on the back, touching knees while sitting down etc. They dont notice but others do. Could become a sweet and funny drabble
I like how you say sweet and funny. Let’s be honest, it was the sweater weather au one that made you say this, right? /j
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Peggy had a theory and when it came to theories, the only thing to do is work them out.
When Steve got up before her alarm went off, she’d listen to him in the bathroom, pause to kiss her temple, and cover her shoulders back up, before getting breakfast ready. By the time her alarm did go off, he would be there with a cup of coffee and a smile on his face.
While she got ready, he made the bed, fluffed the pillows, put up the few clothes she had laid out while she chose clothes, cleaned up after her.
Then, he’d kiss her. A soft, gentle kiss to her cheek.
Breakfast would be ready and he’d insist on making her another cup of coffee and himself one, spooning them breakfast. He’d pass her the mug with a gentle touch or kiss, give her a plate with a touch or a kiss.
Then, it was out the door until lunchtime where Steve would be waiting outside the office, flowers in hand, and a smile on his face.
He’d touch the small of her back and pull her tight, keeping the PDA to a minimum when she was working.
They’d have a lovely lunch at the diner or a cafe or even a little picnic Steve packed them when the weather was warm enough.
Then, she’d be home for dinner. Heels off at the door, the hat was thrown in one chair, coat in another, clothes trailing until she could retreat to the bedroom to take the makeup off, of course after pausing to kiss Steve.
He’d follow her, maybe not immediately but eventually, he’d find her and kiss her again. Touch her arm as he passed to put the clothes up, help her change into comfortable clothes before they’d have dinner.
They would start on one side of the table, before somehow, always they ended up sitting on the same side. Often Steve would have poured her a glass of wine, sometimes he’d join her, but 90% of the time he would have some contact on her body.
She couldn’t stay away from him, Peggy noted one Saturday afternoon when Steve mentioned running to the local store to grab an ice cream on the hot summer evening.
“You don’t gotta go, Pegs,” Steve told her for the unkempt time as he pulled his undershirt away from his chest. It was too hot for him to wear anything else, he’d even invested in shorts. “You don’t like the heat.”
“Steve, I told you, I’m fine.” She was already on her feet and dressed in a thin, sundress with flats and her hair piled high off of her neck.
Steve was still, all smiles when she said she’d go, picking up her large sun hat and placing it on her head. His fingers brushed over the nape of her neck, moving in to press a tender kiss to her lips that were sweeter than any dessert.
His fingers brushed over hers when he handed her their sweet treat, held her hand as they walked along the docks and down the beach. Even kissed her while they lounged in the hot sand.
At home, with the sand washed off and relaxing with a book in hand, Steve sat close as possible to her on the couch. Their knees brushed one another as he sat beside her with his own book. Unconsciously, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to his frame despite they were side by side.
That’s how, even though it was blazing hot even with their windows open, the ceiling fan on, that Peggy found herself laying in Steve’s lap. His fingers found a way to her curls, slowly pulling them from the high bun to stroke her silky curls from being untangled.
“You don’t notice you’re doing it, do you?” Peggy asked after she was three chapters in, her curls were officially free of the bun and Steve was now starting to unconsciously rub at her scalp.
“Hm?” He looked to be in another world, eyes glazed over, finally focusing as he looked down at her with a warm smile. “Do what now?”
“You touch me.” At Steve’s confused look, Peggy gave a light laugh and sat up much to both their disappointment. “No, no, darling, it’s nothing bad. It’s...you touch me. Unconsciously, I’ve noticed. In the morning you kiss me, tuck me back in despite you’ve only just left to use the bathroom or shower. You bring me coffee, you kiss me. You unconsciously touch my arm or shoulder and out in public, you touch my back, especially if a male coworker is near me. And just now you were stroking my hair.”
Steve’s mouth opened and closed several times, setting the book down so it laid flat on the table. Peggy captured his hands and gave a wide smile that brightened up her eyes, shaking her head. “Darling, it’s not bad. You just...do these things. I thought you were aware of them. Again, they’re not bad. I adore them. I love every little touch. Like-like today...I didn’t have to go with you to the store, but I chose to because suddenly not being with you despite it being blazing hot outside...I couldn’t cope with that idea. And it did result in a fun outing.”
Steve’s mouth turned into his own smile, leaning down to kiss her softly. “It did,” he agreed with a sigh, pressing their foreheads together.
Combing her fingers through his hair, she could see something was wrong. Had she been wrong to point out the obvious? Ever since Steve had gotten back, it was clear how different he was before the war. He was confident, sure of himself, sure a little spacey at times, lost in thought but underneath it all, he was still her Steve.
She still and would always love him.
Would he now think over every little action? Would he worry he’s overstepping and suddenly stop? She didn’t know if she could handle that.
“Darling,” she breathed, cupping his jawline with a soft touch. “Talk to me. Did I upset you? I’m sorry-”
A sudden kiss stopped her mid-track, causing her to sigh when he pulled away. “No, no.” His voice was rougher, gravely, like he was holding emotions in. When his eyes opened, she was a little shocked to see tears in them.
“Oh, love what’s wrong?” Her thumb gently brushed a stray tear away, not surprised Steve had pulled her into his lap.
“Nothing. That’s it. Nothing!” Peggy’s lips pursed and the worst thought came to head - Steve was bored. Bored at home, bored with life. He regrets his decision to come home. And as if he was reading her mind, Steve cupped her jaw and kissed her again. This time with hunger.
“You don’t understand, Pegs. We talked so much of after the war, unsure if either of us will get it. How we’ll go on dates, come home to one another, spend night after night sharing a bed. Cuddling, touching, kissing. Innocent things that we never got because I...I died…” The last word croaked, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. “And now that we’re together, it’s perfect. Love, it’s perfect. It’s real. It’s so real. Nothing is wrong. Because I love you. I have to touch you. I have to prove to myself that this is real. That you are real. That-that-that I am not going to wake up from a dream and find myself in Wakanda or asleep on a jet after a mission and you’re-you’re dead.”
Ah.
Now, she understood. Steve’s desire to prove to himself that this wasn’t some episode dreamed up from the fact of being produced from what he craved the most in life. He needed to prove to himself that she was real. And she got that. She truly did, more than he understood.
While he rested and slept hard and long for the first few weeks after coming home, she would touch him. Listen to him breathe, watch his chest rise and fall, listen to his heartbeat. She’d watch his shadow play on the wall when he showered or in the kitchen to prove to herself he was here too.
The poor thing was so tired when he’d come to her. The world had borne down on him one too many times, his spine crooked and knees buckled from carrying the weight for so long, for having lost and gained and just to lose again so much. He deserved those hours of sleep, where he finally felt safe enough to do so.
“I’ll tell you what, darling,” Peggy sighed, pressing their foreheads together again and holding his hands close to her chest so he could feel her heart beating. “If you ever need to prove to yourself, no matter the time of day or the matter that I am real, that I am here beside you and that you, Steven Grant Rogers are mine, then all you must do is ask and I will always make a point to kiss you.”
Just as if he was years younger, the tips of his ears turned red as Peggy kissed him, his hand sliding in her hair, freeing his hand to pull hers to his chest so she could feel his heart beating too.
#Steggy#StevePeggy#Steggy Prompt#Nonny Prompt#Fluff#Tooth-rotting fluff#They're so sweet#Post Endgame
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"Wrong Number, Right Decision" - Twice x reader
A/N: it's a couple days late, and for that, I apologize, but here's my part for the bnharem "pen pals" collab. I also apologize for not putting a read more, but that doesn't really work on mobile, which I'm currently stuck with. it's my first collab piece as well as my first Tumblr fic, so I'm a bit nervous, but I hope you like it! ^_^
Word Count: 1,436
Warnings: 18+
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Twice woke up to the sound of his phone going off. He sat up, rubbed his eyes a bit, stretched, and blinked a few times before checking what he missed. A call from Dabi (no message. seems like him), a couple texts from Toga (I'll check those in a bit), seven texts from Spinner (a few of those are probably memes), a text from Magne (she's probably saying "good morning"), and a couple texts from a number he didn't recognize (wait… what's this? openitopenitopenit). Deciding to check on the other notifications later, he opened the texts from the unknown number.
text -> Jin [received from ??? @9:57AM]: hey, (friend), guess what?
text -> Jin [received from ??? @9:58AM]: I got a new pet! aren't they adorable? :3c [attached image: your pet laying down in your lap with their eyes closed and your hand on their back. they seem relaxed and content]
He smiled at the picture, then checked the time. 10:01, so your messages seemed to be the most recent ones he received.
text -> Y/N [received from ??? @10:02AM]: cute pet, but I'm not (friend). we can keep talking, though, if you want.
You felt a brief twinge of panic and embarrassment upon reading that this wasn't (friend), but whoever this was didn't seem to mind. You decided to text back.
text -> Jin [received from ??? @10:05AM]: whoops, guess I typed the number wrong. my bad! >_<
text -> Jin [received from ??? @10:06AM]: you seem alright to talk to, though. my name's (Y/N), what's yours? maybe we could be friends?
text -> Y/N [received from ??? @10:08AM]: not really sure you'd wanna be friends with me
text -> Y/N [received from ??? @10:08AM]: sure, let's be friends! my name's Jin, btw
~
Through the next week, you've exchanged contact photos, learned more about each other, and may have started falling for each other a little bit, all through the words you sent on the screen. Eventually, you decided you kinda wanted to meet him, curious to see if he was for real and not just pretending.
text -> Jin [received from Y/N @ 11:03PM]: hey Jin, is it okay if I ask you a question?
text -> Y/N [received from Jin @11:04PM]: sure, go ahead! what kinda question?
You set your phone down and paced for a couple minutes, lightly chewing your lip and trying to calm yourself down enough to ask. With a sigh, you sat back down, hesitating for a half second before picking up your phone again.
text -> Jin [received from Y/N @11:07PM]: ...I'm a bit nervous about it, actually.
Twice read and reread your last message and tried to think.
(Y/N)'s nervous, how can I help? Wait, what is it that Mag usually tells us to do to calm down?
He lowered his phone to think for a while longer, trying to remember.
...That's right, she usually tells us to breathe.
The screen shut off while he was thinking, so he unlocked his phone to type again.
text -> Y/N [received from Jin @11:11PM]: that's fine, just breathe. send it when you're ready.
You chuckled, feeling a wave of calm wash over you upon reading his words. It was short-lived, however, as your nerves came back the second you started typing again, so you set your phone down and took a few slow breaths, getting up for a glass of water a few minutes later. When that was finished, you took a few more slow breaths before deciding to just send it as quickly as possible, shutting the screen off soon after.
text -> Jin [received from Y/N @11:32PM]: do you think maybe you'd like to meet up sometime?
He blinked. You wanted to meet up? With him? ...Was that a good idea?
You peeked at your phone, a bit concerned when you saw no new messages, so you sent another one in an attempt to take some pressure off.
text -> Jin [received from Y/N @11:41PM]: ...up to you. if it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to meet. 's okay ^_^
Twice could only stare at the messages as he thought it over. On the one hand, you had been texting each other for a while now and meeting face to face seemed like a reasonable next step, but on the other hand, he grew to like you quite a bit with everything you shared with each other and didn't like the idea of you getting in trouble because of him. It would also be an opportunity to get to know you a bit better than what texting would allow. He thought about it for a little while longer before giving his decision.
text -> Y/N [received from Jin @12:07AM]: ...how about tomorrow around 7 pm? we could meet in Hosu and go from there
You were starting to fall asleep when your phone went off again. When your eyes focused enough to read his message, you smiled and sent a quick reply before shutting your eyes again.
text -> Jin [received from Y/N @12:09AM]: sounds good, can't wait ^_^
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The next evening, after you got dinner together and wandered around the city, chatting and enjoying each other's company, you decided to head back to your place and settle in to watch a movie together. Or that was the initial plan, anyway, one quickly derailed roughly twenty minutes into the movie by a kiss on your lips that Jin had meant for your cheek, after which he pulled away in surprise.
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that..! I totally meant for that to happen. I meant to get your cheek, but then you turned your head and I--"
You cut him off with another kiss, one he relaxed into and returned after a couple seconds. One kiss turned into two, then three, then you started making out with him, the forgotten movie still playing in the background as he slowly slid a hand up your shirt and rested it on your shoulder blade while you unbuttoned his shirt. Once unbuttoned, he took it off and you started to cover every inch of his exposed skin with breathless kisses: his jawline, his arms, his throat… everywhere, all the way down to where his pants still sat on his hips with a large tent forming in the middle of them. Rather than make any attempt to take them off him, you decided to leave some open-mouthed kisses along his still-covered length.
The way you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes while mouthing along his cock, panting and grinding against nothing, had him straining against his pants, twitching every so often. He slowly ran his fingers through your hair a few times as wordless praise and encouragement while he occupied his other hand with the button to his pants.
As soon as that was taken care of, however, you pushed his hand away and took over, eyes widening slightly when you freed his cock the rest of the way. You wrapped your hand around his length and gave it a few slow pumps, looking up at him and giving it a slow lick before taking half of it in your mouth with a quiet, pleased hum, causing his breath to hitch and be let out in a low groan at the sight.
"No fair! You still have all your clothes on! You look sooo hot right now~" he panted out, tangling a hand in your hair as you bobbed your head along his length. You pulled off of him with a faint pop so you could speak.
"I could take my clothes off," you started, pausing to give a teasing lick to the head of his cock, "but that would mean I'd have to stop touching you for a bit." You briefly took your hands off of him to demonstrate, him whining slightly at the loss of contact.
"Please, don't stop," he begged as he gently pushed your head down, moaning as he watched you take as much of his length as you could manage into your mouth. He started panting as you hummed around him, pulling back and swirling your tongue around the tip of his throbbing cock as he grew closer to his release. "(Y/N), I'm so close~" he panted, tightening his grip on your hair slightly. You hummed in response and hollowed your cheeks before taking more of him in your mouth, this time trying to fit his whole length as he tipped over the edge, spilling thick ropes of cum down your throat as you swallowed around him.
#nsft#bnharem collab#bnha twice x reader#jin bubaigawara x reader#I encourage you to check out the others as well#I haven't read 'em all yet but I really liked the ones I did read so far
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