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yeyinde · 1 year

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I need to be railed by price as the team either walks past or is right next door. So upset he's fictional lmao

honestly, same.

this got away from me a bit, so sorry about that!

warnings: smut, implied near-death experiences, voyeurism, and (??) exhibitionism

For being stationed out in the middle of Siberia, snowed into some long-forgotten gulag on the fringes of the great, inescapable arctic nothingness, the air you breathe has never been hotter.

Balmy heat pulses, throbbing in tandem with each harsh thud of your heart as it snaps like a rubber band against your chest.

It leaks in from the old pellet stove that Gaz managed to get working—somewhat—but the stifling heat that simmers around you, clinging your sweat-slicked skin has less to do with fire, and everything to do with the way your captain fills your cunt until you ache.

"Fuck," he rasps, low and grating, words muffled into the flesh of your neck, when he presses the flat of his teeth. "So wet for me, love. So fucking tight—"

All you can do is dig your nails into his flexing biceps, legs locked around his waist, heels clinging together at the base of his spine, as he fucks you senseless in the middle of a storm.

(And with your teammates beyond the thin wisp of a wall.)

You're supposed to be quiet.

Those are the rules you accepted when he first parted the folds of your pretty cunt with his middle and index finger, and pressed his nose against your throbbing clit, eyes sparking with firebrands when he gazed up at you.

Quiet—because everyone is gathered in the room beside yours, and no one knows that your captain presses the head of his cock against this soft, fleshy place behind your belly button until you see Nirvana painted behind your eyelids like he's trying to fuck you stupid. To batter all logic out of your soft, sensitive head until only he, and the way he fits inside of you, remain.

(And sometimes, you think he is.)

Quiet. Quiet. And yet—

They can all hear you, surely. You're not subtle, and you're not silent, despite the growls in your ears to keep it down, now, love, don't want them all to hear you getting fucked by your captain, do you? Filling your tight pussy with my cock—

How can you be when he pulled you into the empty, rotting cell with a fire in his gaze, and his hands rough on your skin, and said I need to feel you, love. I need to be inside of you. Need to keep you warm.

You try to stay quiet. Try to stifle the moans that spill from your lips with each blunt, brutal thrust of his cock slamming against the plug of your womb. It feels as if he was trying to wrench it open, trying to fit inside the only space left that you haven't felt him, that you hadn't taken him in. And maybe he is. Maybe, this is him trying to split you apart at the seams until you unravel for him; unspooled and raw, and all his, and—

It edges into pain, into hurt and anguish, but the pleasure numbs you into a babbling mess of fuck, captain, it feels so good, please please please—

His fat cock splits you apart until you're a babbling mess drooling into the matted, grimy mattress below, chanting nothing but his name amid the hymnals of pleasure that slip out, unmuffled, and loud.

Stupid. Stupid.

These sparse walls are barely thick enough to stifle a sniffle let alone the way you stutter over his name—P–Pr–i–ahhh—P–Pri–ce—with each sharp thrust of his cock battering your bruised, gummy walls.

He doesn't even try to keep you quiet. Seems, in fact, to fuck you harder, aiming for whichever spot he hit inside of you that made you howl the loudest. Like it's a game. Like he wants them to hear.

And you get it. You get why he's so broken, so stripped, and bare, and fucking you when he knows everyone can hear you, can hear the slick way your cunt opens for his cock; the fleshy slaps of his heavy sack hitting your ass with each deep, hard thrust. The ragged pants broken by your barely stifled moans, or his sharp, smoking grunts.

You get it. You do—

A near miss. A wayward shot.

Soap says you should be resting, that you should be recuperating until you all have to move out, have to abandon this safe haven in the middle of the frigid, white wasteland where nothing but withering black trees grow in sparse thickets and the temperature outside drops low enough to freeze the grey matter in your brain within seconds.

It's scary. Daunting.

But nothing at all compared to the anguish in his voice when he saw you in shades of blue, in red. Lifeless, and cold. So, so cold.

It had taken them pushing you as close to the firepit as possible to bring some life back into your cheeks, and this—

This is all he knows how to do to keep you warm, to keep you from turning the same garish shade of deathly white, grey, as the world outside of these mouldering walls while you're stuck in a place that leaches it from your marrow; rapacious for heat in your body.

He fucks you like he's already lost you. Like you're already blue and grey and—

"Never again," he spits, words an angry snarl in your ear. "Never again—"

So, you let him take. Let him take, and take, and take because he never does. Never for himself.

You offer yourself up to him—however he needs it—and try to stay within the margins of the rules despite the fact that you can feel him bludgeoning into you, further and further until you can feel him in your sternum. Until you can taste him in your throat. Until your lungs are full of sweat and blood and hickory and smoke, and—

"Fuck—"

You choke on the thick press of fingers when he slips them into your mouth, barking out a sharp bite when he pushes his other hand under the swell of your ass to glue your hips together. Closer, closer, but not enough for him despite the stars that erupt behind your eyelids, the too full too much feeling of him grinding against your bruised, battered walls, carving out a place inside of you just for him.

"Gotta keep you warm," he hisses, pressing his damp chest to yours until the scant air is squeezed from your collapsing lungs, and all you can taste, and see, and feel is the graze of his coarse hair over your sensitive flesh when he smothers you under his bulk. "Gotta warm you up—"

They can all hear you. All of them.

And maybe, maybe it's the delirium. The fever. The injury. The ever-present threat of that creeping white death that ghosts along the gaps in the doors, searching for a way in to claim the one that got away, snatched from the brink of icy death.

It must be. It has to be.

But you think you can hear them, too. Under the heaving, desperate gasps in your ear, the broken commands uttered for you to stay quiet, and be good, and stay with him, stay with him, always, always, always, and the slap of his skin branding yours, you can hear it. Low murmurs. Movement.

Gaz sucks in a breath when Price mutters look'it y'takin' me so fuckin' good; needy little cunt won't let g'of me.

Soap groans low when you whimper around the thick, nicotine-stained fingers, nearly gagging, choking when he presses them to the back of your throat.

You hear Ghost shift, the scratch of his denim sliding against the cracked cement when he moves from his spot when you moan low, and broken, and beg for it in a series of please please please pleasepleaseplea—that stick together each time he slides in deep.

The noises from the other room all react to each whimper, moan, mewl, gasp that Price pulls from the depths of your chest as his cock splits you apart until your cunt is full of nothing but him. Until your head is heavy with pleasure, with the explosive chemical slurry of sex and tobacco and almost dying, and him, him—

It's maddening. Impossible.

It has to be in your head. It has to be because the idea, the absurd idea of it all is enough to make you tremble, to make the molten knot in your belly coil, and coil, and—

Price drops his sweat-slicked forehead to your temple, lips brushing against your ear.

"Puttin' on a nice li'show for them, love. Almost makes me think you want them to hear," he murmurs, words rasped out in a whisper. Just for you. Just for you. "I must not be enough to keep y'warm, then. Must need some extra body heat, mm?"

(You hear Soap grunt, the noise a tucked plea of Captain, and of something that sounds like a broken amalgamation of your name, and fuck, and please, and—

And all at once, the rules break. Shatter.)

#mehhh #wrote this while drinking rye on the deck #suffice to say am a little tipsy #dunnoooo if this makes any sense #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x fem reader

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whalesforhands · 6 months

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now that i think about it, i don’t we’ve actually seen any mention of dyf!mc’s family. is mc’s family alive, even? is she like,, an orphan? or does she not like to talk abt them for some reason? just a thought

speaking of dyf!mc, since gojo was so casual with calling utahime abt mc being alive again, imagine with nanami, riko and haibara’s reactions were 😭

-omori anon

i’ve been waiting for this question LOL

it is because ‘digest your feelings’ is quite literally and primarily focused on your feelings about the jjk cast, haha. other family members/friends or none at all is up to your own interpretation, since they aren’t my main point :)

however if you do see ocs (eg sylrel from stt) know that they do have a significance lol

masterlist

“Are you actually real?!” She’s poking at you, squishing your face, pulling your cheeks, prodding at your ears as Kuroi joins in, her hands clasped around your fingers with happy tears in her eyes as they began their onslaught on tears onto the couch.

“I can’t believe it…!” She’s sniffling, the words barely eligible through the extremely grateful, crying tones.

You’ve been getting hounded by the two the moment they quite literally fell over themselves as they burst through the front door, shoes haphazardly thrown off and jumping you the moment you greeted them with the intent of having a lovely catch up over tea and snacks.

Riko is still in shock, hands dropping onto your shoulders, shaking you back and forth vigorously as disbelieved eyes run up and down you over and over, stopping shortly to pinch herself as her brain begins to spin.

“Riko, dear, please do not harm her—“ Kuroi is panicking, dabbing a tissue (courtesy of you) to her face as she loosely attempts to loosen her lady’s hold on you, trying to pry away her hands before any serious injury is dealt.

(She’s not very successful, considering the waterfall of tears from her face.)

“I can assure you she’s plenty real.” Suguru’s gentle voice is all you can hear when he approaches, a hand smoothing out your hair as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, tray of tea set down inconspicuously quick in order to reach you.

Riko jumps away instantaneously.

“Blegh, married people!” Riko’s immediately shrinking into herself, hands crossed over her chest as she sticks her tongue out in utter disgust. “Especially with that weird, conman smile of yours!”

“Riko… Insulting our hosts is not—“

“My, you still think that after all these years?” Suguru’s beginning to pull away from you, the smile on his face trembling to keep up its appearance, vein popping on his head as he begins to turn away, only for your hands to reach up and grab his head.

“I think it’s a pretty smile…!” You hope he doesn’t see the sweat that was beginning to form… Your eyes jumping from his enamored gaze stuck on you to an even more disgusted Riko.

(Doesn’t she know this is her chance to run?!)

“Ahhh, Suguru…! I forgot I already ate all the snacks you bought from Osaka!” Satoru is back from scouring through the cabinets, unable to find the treats as a pout is on his face, his hands settling on your shoulders from behind, his body leaned down and cuddling his cheek onto the top of your head.

“Don’t be mad at me? Pleaseeeeee?”

(Holding you like this to him and making puppy dog eyes is bound to make Suguru less angry.)

“This glutton…” Suguru is trying to hold it together as Riko starts arguing with a guiltless Satoru, teary-eyed Kuroi and yourself trying your best to defuse the situation.

(“How did you even finish so much?!”

“My husband just has the best taste in food!”

“You greedy, oddly skinny, treat-stealing—!”

“Riko—“ A sniffle as she politely blows her nose. “I can’t say that I disagree but—“

“My wife!” He looks down at you with hidden playfulness and cute mischief in his grin. “Defend my honour from the invading troops!”

“Don’t try to make up for his mistake—!”)

The doorbell rings. A few polite knocks to the door ensue before a figure bursts in, trailed by another behind.

“Yahoo! We bought cake!”

——

“How many fingers am I holding up?!” Haibara’s face is tense, concentrated into one of extreme focus and constipated anticipation, lips bitten in anxiety induced stress as he stares deeply into your gaze.

“Uhm… 3?”

“She’s real—!” He’s cut off by the sudden smack to the back of his head, a gargled choke coming out before he falls to the floor in mock defeat. “That does not prove anything.”

The heavy drawl of Nanami’s voice sounds out as goggled eyes stare at you, before they’re abruptly pulled off to take in the way your face is turning blank, yet still withholding that innocent smile.

“I still can’t believe it.”

“Ahaha… I get that quite a lot.” You’re scratching your cheek as you really let that feeling sink in, taking a breath in, shimmering eyes opening fully to truly convince yourself.

“But I have to say…” Your eyes take in the older forms of the people around you. “You’ve all grown so beautifully… Care to catch me up to speed about your lives?” The smile on your face is playful and happy, relaxed and at ease.

You’re home.

Notes:

Shortly after Gojo had sent your selfie to Utahime via text message, there was an absolute barrage of calls that Satoru had shrugged off and said the following;

“Nahhhh, let’s just let her come see you in person!” As he completely ignored his phone, throwing the vibrating device behind him as he kisses your hair, and pressing sloppy pecks to your cheeks as you squealed and tried to pull away.

Utahime showed up at the door shortly after Nanami and Haibara, her clothes in absolute disarray and looking as if she had just gone through hell, before she spots you, shoulders suddenly relaxing and practically tackling you into a hug, weeping and crying.

“It’s you! It’s really you!” The cryptic text messages Shoko had sent about being happy, the sudden selfies Satoru had sent… Good god, she had hoped for the worst.

But this outcome… Where she’s crying into your arms and being happy… All whilst muttering about strangling the white haired menace alongside wringing his husband.

She likes it.

(She still boarded the earliest train possible and had barely packed anything in her rush to see you.)

#dyf au #nvytalks #omori anon

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ladyvelvette · 28 days

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I'm Craving for vox x gn!Child reader Angst because No one ever writes one.

I want vox to accidentally Yells at at them revealing their insecurities to the people in the room. Then reader cries Then goes to stay in their room for a couple weeks. And the rest is yours to write.

(I have bad english.)

OMGGGGG- THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME MOTIVATION TO WRITE AHHH!!!! Ofc <3 (Literally marry me/j I love writing angst!!!!) I hope this is to ur liking!!! ^^ Sorry for it being a bit late + bad grammar, I woke up at 6am and started writing this Summary: Vox, during a meeting with the other Vees, forgets to include you in the conversation, leaving you bored and in need of stimulation. You try and interject a few times-- causing the overlord to yell at you, Making you run off and stay in your room for a week. Warnings: Vox is his own warning, Vox using his hypnotizing powers.

Vox + Gn! Child Reader

You sat in your chair, right next to Vox in his meeting room. He was currently explaining business deals to the other two Vee's, However, You were incredibly bored! How could he simply leave you to sit there without at least giving you something to watch or play? So! You did what you thought was best, Interrupting him...mid-sentence. "Uhm....Mister.Vox-?" Vox looked down at you and glared, giving you a silent warning. You knew better than to interrupt him. The tech overlord continued on with his meeting, Velvette and Valentino briefly chiming in to add something to the conversation, for once. You were growing more and more bored, So why not join the conversation? You stood up and made your way up to Vox's lap, Causing the overlord to pause and look at you with a grimace. "I think you guys should play with me! That's what you can do." You sat up, mimicking Vox's way of sitting. Vox grumbled and picked you up, harshly placing you down on the floor and slamming his clawed hands onto the table in front of him. "GOD DAMMIT, (Name)! Can you STOP inter--ZZT--upting me?! You're being annoying-! You're embarassing me and all that I stand for. SHUT--ZZZZT--UP" the overlord glitched at the volume being suddenly raised. Tears threatened to spill, welding up in your eyes. You ran off and to your room, leaving the overlords to feel sort-of badly.

You were in your room, curled up in the soft blankets the tech overlord had gifted you when you first arrived. You understood why he got mad, however, it didn't mask the hurt and anger you felt towards the one adult you felt you could trust.

There was a brief knock on your door, before none other than the CEO of Voxtek, Vox, walked inside."Hey, Sparky- If I can even still call you that-" He clasped his claws together and sighed. "I'm sorry I yelled, But it isn't a reason to stay in your room for a week straight-" You looked up from your bed, tears still streaming down your cheeks. You couldn't believe he's trying to fault you for feeling emotions. "You yelled at me! I was just trying to feel included-!" You yelled, he was deserving of that treatment, after all. Vox frowned, walking over to sit on the edge of your bed. "Listen. I understand you're angry, but for fucks sake- You can't just- Interrupt me when i'm speaking to my colleagues. You embarrassed me, (Name.)" He explained, A face of irritation making its way onto his screen. You frowned and crossed your arms, refusing to speak to him. He couldn't actually expect you to forgive him could he? Vox grumbled and looked you dead in the eyes, the insides of his eye swirled. He wasn't opposed to using these methods to get you to listen, It was your fault, In his opinion, He liked you better when you were hypnotized. The overlord smiled gently, "C'mere, little one, It'll be okay.." He held his arms out, causing you to crawl over and flop into them, sniffling sadly. You cuddled close to him and mumbled sweet apologies for your actions. Vox just confirmed that it was okay, as long as you didn't do it again, rubbing your back and grinning to himself.

HEYY!!! So- I haven't written fanfics since 2020-- So this is my first one in a long while! Lemme know how I did :)

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel angst #vox + child reader

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straightupsickfics · 7 months

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Are you still accepting fall sickfic prompts? Because I just happened to come across the prompt list and was wondering if you'd be interested in writing a fic for Stede and Ed with prompts 14. Chilly evenings, 16. Holding hands, and 26. Flushed cheeks? :)

ahhh these are so cute for them! a tiny, modern au fall ficlet <3

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"Are you scared?"

Ed's voice so close to his ear makes Stede jump higher than he'd care to admit, but he shakes his head, turning to meet Ed's eye.

"No, are you? This isn't a haunted thing, is it?" Stede asks, looking around at the farm they're currently making their way across. They're going on a zombie paintball hayride, which is... not exactly the way Stede would normally spend a Friday night, but Ed had made the plans with his friends, Fang and Ivan, and he'd been so excited when he surprised Stede with a ticket, it wasn't like he could say no.

No one he'd dated in the past had had much interest in having Stede meet their friends, and Stede knows how much Fang and Ivan mean to Ed, so of course, of course he wouldn't say no. Not when things were going so well with Ed so far.

Even if it meant being outside in the chilly, early October evening, the sun setting rapidly around them. Even if the weather is making his nose run something fierce. Stede thinks about the little travel packet of tissues in his pocket, already dwindling down to nothing, and tries to sniffle discreetly.

"Nah, not haunted," Ed confirms beside him. He reaches down and takes Stede's hand in his, and it's amazing, really, how much warmer it is compared to Stede's own. He relishes it—the warmth and the closeness both—and gives Ed's hand a little squeeze.

That's the other thing about Ed, he's so easily affectionate, always putting a hand on Stede's shoulder, or holding his hand, or wrapping an arm around his waist while they walk, Stede thinks he might never get used to it.

"Still," Ed continues, "kinda creepy, out here at night. Never know when someone might pop out and say BOO!"

Stede jumps again, despite himself, then swats at Ed.

"Stop that, you nut!"

Ed grins at him. "Sorry, mate," he says, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the corner of Stede's mouth. "Y'look cute when you're all..." He trails off, scrunching up his face in what Stede assumes is supposed to be an approximation of his own face, and he can't help but laugh.

"I don't do that!"

"Sure do," Ed tells him, tugging Stede's hand until he's pulled flush beside him, slowing their pace until they're a good few feet behind the others in their group. Ed kisses him again, the cold tip of his own nose pressing against Stede's, and as sweet as it is, Stede has to pull away to sniffle against the sudden urge to sneeze.

"Oh, h-hang on..." Stede warns, turning away to cover his mouth and nose. The only problem is that in his haste, Stede brings their still joined hands to his face and just barely manages to stifle two quick sneezes against his wrist, no doubt getting Ed's in the process.

"hh'mpptshh! Hh'ngtsh! God, sorry, I didn't m'bean..." Stede sniffles a few times and lets go of Ed's hand, digging in his pocket for a tissue, face flushing pink.

"Bless you!" Ed says, like nothing happened. He looks at the tissues and then back at Stede. "All good? You're not getting sick are you?"

He nudges Stede's arm with his elbow when Stede takes a beat to long to answer. "Aww, Stede! Y'should've told me! I'd have never dragged you out to fuck around in a field of fake zombies if you're sick."

"I wanted to meet your friends," Stede explains, sniffling again. "And you were so excited," he adds.

"Always excited to see you," Ed tells him, taking Stede's hand in his again and bumping their hips together. "Would've been just as happy to see you if it meant spending the night on your couch."

"Really?" Stede asks. It's probably too late for that now, they're here anyway, the tickets claimed, their hands stamped, the zombies awaiting. And he's not really sick, not yet anyway, though tomorrow is another story, he knows. But still, it's nice to know.

"Really," Ed promises. He lifts their hands and kisses Stede's wrist. "If the zombies don't eat us tonight, I promise I'll make it up to you this weekend with soup. And tissues. And a million of those documentaries you love."

Stede's face is warmer than ever now, and it has nothing to do with the weather or his oncoming cold.

"It's a lot of documentaries," Stede warns. "Haven't even told you about the new series I found..."

"You don't scare me, Bonnet." Ed smiles like he really can't wait to find out more. "It's a date," he says.

#selene-and-the-cold #my fic #of//md

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laurenairay · 6 months

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Sad Kiss - Anthony Beauvillier - from Celly

Sad Kiss – Anthony Beauvillier

Words: 647

Ahhh @cellythefloshie I broke my own heart writing this, so I hope you like it too!

January 30th 2023. A date that would always be burned into your mind for the worst reasons. The date that your boyfriend Anthony was traded away to the Vancouver Canucks. Away from you.

“I’m sorry, amor.”

You quickly shook your head at his choked words, tears filling your own eyes. “You have nothing to be sorry for. This was out of your control.”

But he just tilted his head back, desperately trying not to cry himself.

“How can it not be my fault? If I’d tried harder, if I’d been better, maybe they would’ve wanted me?”

His sorrowful words only broke your heart more.

“Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that. They are the idiots. They are the ones losing out here, because you are amazing. You push yourself to the bone every single day, working to the best of your ability, and if they can’t see that then it is on them. Not on you.”

He stayed silent, tears finally trickling down his cheeks. “I don’t know what to think anymore.”

It was then that you started crying too, the two of you just holding each other on the sofa, wrapped around each other like the other would disappear any moment. Which, in Anthony’s case, was going to happen sooner than either of you wanted to admit.

“I understand if you want to end things with us. I know that long distance isn’t something we’ve talked about," Anthony eventually said, forehead pressed to yours.

You looked up at him, startled, cheeks tacky with tears.

“That’s the last thing I want. Unless…you’re saying it because you want a complete fresh start?” you asked, lump forming in your throat.

“God no. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t. I just…”

He trailed off, eyes welling with tears all over again.

“Hey, you’re not going to lose me, okay? If nothing else, I promise that,” you said, trying to stop the tears spilling down your own cheeks again too.

Anthony just shook his head, clearly overwhelmed, so you tilted your head and kissed him, pouring all of your emotions into the embrace. All of your love, your grief, your anger, your sorrow. Especially your sorrow. You could hear him making cut-off sob noises between kisses, him clutching you tightly, kissing you as fiercely as he could, until he was reduced to sobbing into your shoulder.

You held him tightly, letting him cry like he needed to, running your fingers through his hair as you cursed the universe for inflicting pain on him like this. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve any of it. You lost track of time as your shirt slowly soaked through, just trying to comfort him as much as you could, until his sobs quietened down to sniffles with the occasional hiccup, and Anthony lifted his head.

“I’m sorry,” he said miserably.

But you just shook your head, smiling sadly. “You have nothing to apologise for, my love.”

He opened his mouth to retort but the ringing of his phone cut him off, and as he glanced down to see who was calling, he cursed.

“Go. It’s okay. I know you have people you need to talk to,” you said softly.

“You’re not going anywhere, right?” he asked, almost pleading, “You’ll still be here?”

“If you want me here then there’s nowhere else I’m going to be,” you nodded, trying to reassure him.

Anthony pressed his lips together, as if trying to hold some words back, before he stood up from the sofa and left the room. As you let yourself stare up at the ceiling, barely able to hold yourself together, it could’ve been hours or only seconds before your own phone started to ring. Mom. You answered the call with a sob.

“Oh, baby, I just heard the news. How are you holding up?”

“I don’t know what to do, mom.”

#my writing #lauren celebrates 1.5k #anthony beauvillier blurb #anthony beauvillier imagine #anthony beauvillier fic #follower milestone

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thebangtancloud · 2 years

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Hi! I hope you're taking requests and are doing well! Can I get a reaction to BTS hearing you giggle in your sleep then you wake up giggling/laughing softly and then when you look at them you tell them "I had the funniest dream ever, I woke up by own laugh" this literally just happened and I can't help but to wonder

He catches you giggling in your sleep ~ BTS Reactions

A/n: AHHH this happens to me so often and my mum has a few recordings of me on her phone where I'm simply laughing in my sleep lol

Kim Namjoon:

Eyes widening in surprise, Namjoon placed his book down and bent over to see you quietly laughing into your hand.

"You awake?" He smiled fondly when you turned around to face him. Your eyes were red and swollen from the sleep that you had just woken up from, a sheepish look on your face when you nodded.

"You won't believe what I dreamt of," you spoke with wonder in your eyes, immediately sitting up and moving to fit between him and the couch. "I woke myself up because of my own laugh."

"What did you dream of?" Namjoon chuckled at the way you still couldn't stop giggling, gently brushing away some hair that was stuck to the side of your face.

"I dreamt of Yoongi in the 'That That' music video - that scene where he flies in? I guess I was watching from somewhere when you suddenly appeared and started doing the dance yourself," you laughed humorously, raising two hands in the shape of guns so as to imitate how you had seen him in your dream.

"Oh really?" Najoon guffawed at your description. "Was it so funny?"

"I mean," you sniffed, "you were trying really hard with those hip thrusts."

"Sweet Lord," Namjoon rolled his eyes. "I don't know where you get such dreams from."

"I'm known for my wild imagination," you giggled softly, snuggling into the warmth of his embrace which he easily pulled you into.

"Your imagination better be about me only."

"You're the only reason why I wake up from my dreams, bubba." You assured him with a kiss on his hand.

"You're even better in real life than you are in my dreams."

Kim Seokjin:

Just when Jin was about to pop another sour candy into his mouth, your giggle caught his attention. He briefly looked over at you who were sitting in the passenger seat with your head against the window, the softest smile on your face.

Jin laughed to himself when he realized you must be dreaming about something funny, looking back at the road and continuing to munch on his candy with an enamored smirk on his face.

Your giggle somehow woke you up, turning to face Jin with an embarrassed laugh and sleep in your eyes.

"Shit, did you see that?"

"Sure did, babe." He offered you an orange strip of candy.

"I woke up by my own laugh," you mumbled in embarrassment, chuckling along with Jin nonetheless. Jin pulled his sunglasses back down onto the bridge of his nose, briefly looking into the rearview mirror before turning back to face you.

"Slept well?"

"Yeah," you nodded lightly. "My neck hurts though."

"You were in a weird position," Jin pointed to the window. "But you seemed to be having good dreams, no?"

"Right," you chuckled, not knowing how to explain the dream to him.

"It was so funny, I remember laughing so hard in my dream and the next thing I know, I'm laughing loud enough to wake up by it."

Jin nodded knowingly with a grin on his face. "I've experienced that a few times too."

"It's embarrassing that you saw me, though."

"Don't be embarrassed. You looked as cute as ever, a bonus point for me. I love hearing you laugh, my stomach...I don't know. Something topples and turns in there when you laugh."

"Must you still flirt with me after all these years we've been together?"

"You'll be saying this on the day you turn sixty too, wait and watch."

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi sniffled in his sleep, feet stretching and toes curling with a little squeak that came from him. His arms rose about his head, absentmindedly scratching his scalp when a little laugh floated towards him.

Yoongi immediately turned over onto his stomach and covered his face, thinking you were up to mischief and recording videos of his face, but then you fell absolutely silent.

Peaking out from the safety of his pillow, Yoongi looked at you lying on your stomach as well, both palms lying flat on the mattress and a little smile on your mouth. Yoongi looked puzzled, raising his head higher to take a better look at you when you suddenly began to chuckle to yourself in your sleep.

Pursing his lips into a tight line to hold back his own laugh, Yoongi raised himself up onto his elbow and rested his head on his hand, looking at you sleeping beside him. He laughed silently when you were laughing and when your eyes suddenly opened and stared off into the distance, Yoongi fell back against the bed and began cackling like a wild goose, clutching onto his stomach which was hurting from how hard he was laughing.

"I had the funniest dream ever," you covered your face in embarrassment, your shoulders trembling with the giggles that you were trying to hide.

"I could clearly see," Yoongi sighed loudly after calming down from his laughing fit. "Damn, you looked possessed."

"Gee, thanks Yoongi. You don't even want to know how you looked in my dream."

"Oh, you were dreaming about me?" Yoongi looked over cautiously. "What was it about?"

"I'll save that for a time I'm in the mood to annoy you."

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok rushed for his phone with just a towel around his waist, water still dripping from his wet hair onto the floor, but he couldn't miss this opportunity to record you laughing in your sleep.

Opening the camera on his phone, Hoseok took a few pictures before he began to record you curled up into a ball, your fingers clutching the pillow as you began to laugh lightly, still in your sleep.

Tiny giggles left Hoseok's mouth, stretching his leg onto the bed and balancing on his knee to get a better view.

"Aigo, look at this cutie," Hoseok cooed in a whisper behind the camera, wanting to pinch your cheeks but also not wanting to wake you up. A few seconds later, you woke up mid-laughter, looking across at Hoseok who immediately lowered the camera, not wanting you to catch him recording you.

"Hobi," you caught his arm and began to laugh even harder, eyes scrunching shut at something you'd seen in your dream.

"What did you see?" Hoseok wondered with a bright grin, swooping some of his hair that was falling into his eyes back over his head. "You were laughing so hard."

"You-" you couldn't get out any words, clutching your stomach and yelping in pain, "Ah!"

"What, what? What did you dream of?"

"You came home with a mask and showed me- oh gosh, I'll never forget the look on your face! You said the stylist messed up your look and suddenly you had a mustache only on one side of your face!"

Hoseok almost snorted, totally imagining the scenario in his head before sitting on the bed, shrieking at how weird he must've looked in your dream.

"What the heck!"

"It was so funny, Hobi! I literally woke up laughing and you were right there! I thought you were so embarrassed that you shaved off the rest of your mustache too!"

"I don't even have a mustache, (Y/n)," he deadpanned, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at you before leaping forward and crushing you in a hug.

"You think I look too funny, huh? Come, let me tickle you and make you laugh some more!"

"AH!"

Park Jimin:

Jimin lay in bed beside you with nothing but a pair of shorts, his phone in his hand, scrolling through the internet and waiting for Taehyung to come online so that they could play together.

Mindlessly liking a few posts, Jimin sighed, utterly bored and hungry. He placed his phone down on the bed and turned to face you, a little smile immediately tugging at his lips.

You were laying on your back, face turned towards him and a pillow in between your legs, a lopsided grin stretching the side of your mouth.

Your eyebrows faintly rose, before you moved towards him completely, pulling your knees higher up and giggling lightly. Jimin was fascinated, to say the least, holding in his laughter for as long as he could until a hand reached up to cover your mouth.

"Oh my god," you laughed to yourself, shrinking further into a ball and covering your face. "That was the funniest dream ever!"

"Yeah?" Jimin chuckled at your reaction. "What was it?"

Instead of responding, you turned onto your back and began to laugh again, deflating into a sigh and staring at the ceiling above you.

"Did I really just laugh out loud?"

"You did." Jimin couldn't help but chortle at the look of realization on your face, his shoulders bouncing with every laugh that bubbled out of him.

"I'm embarrassed now," you mumbled under your breath, shaking your head ever so slightly. "I didn't know I'd end up laughing in real life too."

"What was the dream about?"

You slammed a pillow right over your face.

"I'll tell you when I'm done being embarrassed."

Kim Taehyung:

"Aye," Taehyung whispered gently to get Yeontan to stay still in his arms. "Don't move bubba, I might hurt you."

Taehyung delicately held his paw within his grip, spreading his toes and applying some of the antiseptic cream onto the inflamed skin.

Both Yeontan and Taehyung turned towards the couch when your giggle floated towards them. Before Taehyung could react, Yeontan leaped out of his arms, running across towards you and standing up against the couch thinking you were awake and ready to play with him.

Taehyung soon followed, covering the short distance by crawling over and smiling fondly down at you who were holding the cushion against your chest, a light grin playing at your lips. Taehyung wanted to pull Yeontan back when he saw the little one attempting to jump on top of the couch and onto you, but when you began to laugh gently in your sleep, Taehyung paused and simply stared at you, thoroughly enamored.

Your eyes opened within a few seconds, jerking back in surprise when you spotted Yeontan not even a few inches away from your face. Taehyung began to laugh at your reaction, placing an assuring hand over your thigh when you jumped up.

"It's funny that I was dreaming about Yeontan and he was right there when I woke up," you murmured lazily, looking at Taehyung with a small grin. "Hi!"

"Hi, bubba." Taehyung touched the side of your face gently. "Had a good nap?"

"Oh, I did," you giggled, picking Yeontan up who just never seemed to get tired. "When did you get home?"

"About an hour ago."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" you pouted.

"I love watching you sleep," Taehyung smirked, squeezing your cheeks and giving you a little kiss. "You looked so cute laughing in your sleep. I bet you were dreaming about me."

"I just told you I was dreaming about Yeontan. He's more important to me," you teased.

"I'm going to pretend you never said that."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Oh shit," Jungkook gasped under his breath when another intense scene played on the TV, his eyes wide and focused, hands clenched into fists at the tension. "He's behind you, idiot!"

Jungkook briefly turned and placed a hand over your ear in fear that the sound of the TV would wake you up, frowning in concentration and looking back at the screen when the main character suddenly turned but the ghost disappeared.

Jungkook almost felt the hair on his arms stand when he heard a giggle, and he could've sworn it was from the TV, but soon the sound increased and your face began to shake lightly under his palm.

He looked down at you whose face was snuggled into his thigh, shoulders shaking a little and half of your lopsided grin on display. Your eyes opened not even a moment later, staring blankly at nothing before continuing to laugh at something you probably must've seen in your dream.

"Hi, baby," Jungkook grinned down at you when you turned to look at him. You waved sleepily, little giggles still pouring out of you.

"I had the funniest dream ever, I was laughing so much and I guess I woke up by my own laugh."

"Oh really?" Jungkook smiled, running his thumb along your eyebrow. "Wanna tell me about it?"

"No," you shook your head, kissing the inside of his palm before turning over and pulling another pillow closer to your chest.

"I want to finish that dream and see who gets the orange in the bucket."

"What?" Jungkook laughed in confusion, bending over and laying half of his body over yours. "What orange?"

"The ones near the apples, Jungkook," you mumbled stupidly as if the was the most obvious thing in the world. "You made them dance on those horses, no?"

"Sleep," Jungkook giggled, shaking his head and patting your back. "You're making no sense."

"No, you're holding them. Give them to me so that I can sleep."

"Okay, baby."

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Ahhh I’m obsessed with the idea of roommate Eddie omg imagine if the reader is also as obsessed with Eddie too but like isn’t as obvious as little Eddie here like maybe they find the Shrine he made for them and think it’s kind of cute? But lowkey really creepy but they don’t mind lollll✋😩

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This is so cute!!!!! a willing reader will make his little love starved heart so happy, im kicking my feet in excitement for him ! Enjoy photo of Eddie in front of a burning fireplace tw :: use of the yandere trope , manipulation , toxic and abusive relationships , violation of privacy , kinda morally ambiguous reader (they're completely okay with this happening lol)

"Eddie..." You cooed, looking down at your roommate as the darkness of the room almost completely concealed him from your view. The only light visible was the kind coming from the various plastic candles he had decorated along what seemed to be a traditional religious shrine. Pictures of your face seemed to be what he way praying so intently to, and you couldn't help the smile that your lips curled into as the iconic sent of your favorite flower hit your nose. Whether it was your favorite or not was debatable, though Edward would seem to constantly tell you that you smelled like it and you had no reason to doubt his observation.

He was curled up so intently, and you could swear you could hear gentle sniffles sprinkled into his various declarations of his love for you. His hands were clasped so tightly together his veins seemed to bulge as his entire arms trembled, and you couldn't help giggling under your breath at the intensity of his "worship". Not wanting to see him worshiping a photo of you rather than the real deal, you bent down to his level. Tapping him on the shoulders, you fixed your position on your knees as you watched him jump in surprise.

Edward was incredibly shocked, you could tell, and the tears that pricked his eyes began their way down his cheeks as he scrambled to at least give you some sort of explanation for what was happening. He was so cute, it was almost pathetic. The way his eyes were widening even more with every second, the shock still setting in that you somehow walked in on a session meant to be with him and him alone.

You laughed, and he froze to himself, wondering if you were laughing at him or not. Just in case, he looked down at his lap, clearly ashamed of himself. That wouldn't do though, as you were completely fine with what he was doing. Flattered, more like it. You thought it was precious, and if you were being honest, you would have done the same thing for him. Using two of your fingers, you gently curled them under his chin and tilted his head upwards, smiling fondly at the sight of his glossy eyes and steadily reddening face.

"Hi Eddie." You said softly, and he shivered at how his name sounded coming from you in such a gentle tone. Having just gotten in the mood of complete desperation for you, he was quick to whine under his breath at your softness, his brain no longer thinking of excuses and apologys. He was just simply thinking about you, just like he was when his hands were clasped as tight as they could be just a few moments ago.

"You did all this for me?" You tilted your head, and Edward choked out a desperate 'yes' as his only response. "Thank you. I'm really happy." You said, moving one of your hands to gently grace his inner thigh. Edward was completely yours now, whimpering and trembling as you continued to spoil him with statements of how happy you were that he loved you so much. You at one point told him he was the goodest boy you've ever met, and he was laying in your lap within seconds. He was so desperate for you, so easy to get to such a point, it was so adorable. You could tell he was deprived of love from just this interaction alone, and you vowed you'd be the one to dote on him like he deserved.

"Eddie, how much do you love me?" You asked, simply of curiosity regarding what his response would be, and his practically moaned into your chest.

"Oh God-I love you so much. I'd do anything for you. Anything you ask, (Y/N). I'd kill for you, die for you." He stopped to take a deep, shaky breath, making it obvious he wasn't breathing for most of this ordeal. "I'd do anything for you." He finished, practically sobbing out his words. So, so cute. You kissed him on the forehead, earning nothing but desperate gasps as well as more shakes and trembles.

"Such a good boy. I love you too, Eddie. You know that, yeah? I love you. You're so good." You continued to praise him, now gently running your fingers through his hair and peppering him with kisses, bathing in the cuteness of every noise and declaration of love he made. You weren't lying. He was perfect for you. So cute, so good, so loving. He was everything you wanted. Walking in on his praying to you after hearing gentle sobs from his room, you're glad you did so. You expected to simply comfort him, but this? This was so much better.

Smiling as you held your sobbing and smiling roomate in your arms, you worried no longer about what tomorrow would bring you. You had your precious Eddie, and that was all that would ever matter.

"I love you-" You interrupted him for the first time by kissing him on the lips, a sensation to which he immediately moaned.

"I love you to, Eddie. Forevermore."

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thekoopalingsandstuffs · 7 days

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>The next morning; Still Broodals' house<

Rango: "Ahhh..." *Lays down on the couch* "Watching a kid is hard work! SUPER fun!! But exhaaausting!"

Topper: "Mm-hm." *Watching the TV*

Rango: "Buuut, I better get used to it!! I'm prolly gonna have to do a LOTTA babysitting this Summer!! Maybe Mr. & Mrs. Para will recommend me to their friends...! And their friends' friends!! Before I know it, I'll be babysitting a whole daycare worth of children!!!"

Topper: "Um. First of all, fuck that." *Pauses the TV* "And second. Now that our little unexpected guest is gone... Are you ready to check your blood test results?"

Rango: "... Um."

Topper: *Pulls out the file*

Rango: "......" *Looks around* "I... I-I don't wanna look!!"

Topper: ? "Rango, wha... Bud, we've talked about this! You're scared that the results will say something bad, but... It's better to know something's wrong than for it to be killing you without you being aware! Right...?"

Rango: "I-I guess so..."

Topper: "Then be a big boy, and let's look!! Together. Okay?"

Rango: "A-Alright..."

Rango: "... Welllll, looks like we'll never find out if I have diabetes after all!!!!!" :D "So, now-'

Topper: "Wait! Doesn't Dee's dad... Like... Work at a pharmacy or something...? He probably knows lots about medical shit! We can go take this to him and ask him what it means!!"

Rango: "... Greaaat..."

>At Beef & Kaley's house<

Topper: ! "What'd it say??"

Beef: "Among other things... Diabetes. Type 2. We just discussed a couple of different elements displayed in the results, such as pressure and cholesterol, but that was obviously the most prominent... Changes in diet & lifestyle, purchasing insulin, getting a CGM, speaking with an actual doctor, and other actions will have to be made to help take care of this, but for now, just taking the time to process should be you and your family's priority."

Topper: "Aw man." :[ "Rango? You alright?"

Rango: *Sniffle* "Y-Y-Yeahhh..."

Kaley: "Oh, was that it, then? You kiddos can go home if you want to!"

Topper: "Glad to know we aren't being held captive!" *Chuckles* "C'mon bro, let's go... And thank you for hosting us, guys! We'll be back to visit soon!"

Beef: "Any time!! Tell Hariet and Stewart it'd be nice for them to pay us a visit with you! I know they're quite the busy lot, but we'd appreciate the company!"

Kaley: "How 'bout a dinner party next week?"

Topper: "We'll look into it!"

Rango: "......." :'{

>On the way home<

Topper: "Uhhhhh... Okay. That's enough. Rango. Are you alright??"

Rango: "Y-Yes, Topper, I'm p-perfectly fine!!"

Topper: "Mm-hm. Sure you are. You look like your eyes really want to cry, but for soooooome reason, your face just won't let them!"

Rango: "I have n-no clue what y-you're talking about..."

Topper: "Man. Do you think I'm stupid or something?? I'd be sobbing every fluid out of my body if I were in your position!! I don't think trying to hold that back is doing you any good. It'll just give you wrinkles and a tumor or some shit... So. I dunno. Just cry and get it over with!! Listening to you suck that back is really weirding me out."

Rango: "..............." *Sniffle* "I d-don't know what y-you mean."

Topper: -_- *Groans*

Rango: "I... N-No, I didn't r-really, honestly..."

Topper: "I figured. But now you know. Don't expect me to say this again, but... I love ya. And I can tell trying not to cry right now is hurting you. I don't want you to hurt. So." *Opens his arms* "Let it out. Or something."

Rango: "..."

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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hi hi hi!! I saw that requests are open! :)

I was wondering if you could do anything with Matt Murdock? That would be awesome! Maybe a shy reader??

P.S: Keep up the great work, I loved your Daryl Dixon fic!! ☺️

༉‧₊˚. 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤

― pairings: matt murdock x plus size reader

― summary: you had always wondered about matt's scars, they fascinated you, and matt knew.

― warnings: hurt/comfort, major fluff, mentions of fighting, mentions of violence, mentions of bruises/injuries, and very brief mentions of insecurities.

― wc: 634

⋆ a/n: ahhh my first request!! thank you so much, i was very excited to work on this. i hope this lived up to your expectations! you said anything so i figured i'd go the fluff route to equal out kinktober lol! i tried to make the reader shy but i don't know if i captured that well, so i apologize for that!

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Matt's scars were something you considered the most interesting part about him, besides him being Daredevil and all of that.

They stuck out to you; either that be when you were cuddling, being intimate, or on the days where Matt would just completely forgo wearing a shirt— much to your satisfaction. You've always wanted to touch them, or even ask him about it, but you didn't know how he felt about them, you didn't want to risk pushing any unnecessary buttons.

It was one of those nights where you were laying together after you patched him up. He had taken down a few sex traffickers and saved a bunch of kids, and you couldn't be more proud of him. Yeah, you did hate seeing him like this, all bruised up and bloody, watching him take on the cruelest responsibilities known to man. You knew there was no way to talk him out of it, to take a break, to calm down and catch his breath— you hadn't even realized you were caressing the long scar that sat above his left peck until he tensed up.

“What are you thinking about?” Matt asked, his arm curling against your side to hold you close to his body. Your fingers curled into your hand, a pit of guilt brewing in your stomach. “Oh! Matt I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!” Your cheeks were burning, your body running hot at the thought that you may have overstepped your boundaries.

Much to your surprise, he let out a chuckle. “Baby, it's fine. I've felt you looking at them, and I can hear the way your heart speeds up when you know you were caught.” You buried your face in his shoulder. “I just—” You sighed, your fingers hesitantly putting themselves back over the irritated skin. “I don't know. Everytime I look at them, I can't help but wonder if you ever get sick of getting your ass beat.” He laughed at that, hearty chuckle rumbling throughout his chest.

“But also I admire them, because they're reminders of all the people you saved. Sometimes… they're hard to look at, but other times, I just want to sit here for hours and worship them, to show them appreciation, and ask you questions. Most of the time they're a reminder of how good of a man you are, that my Matty risks his life every single day because he wants to.”

“I wouldn't—” He was cut off by a sniffle, his throat being closed by an overwhelming feeling of emotion. “I wouldn't say that I’m a good man.” You scoffed and sat up to lean on your elbow. “Don’t start with me, Murdock.” You all but playfully threatened. Your left hand cradled his cheek, thumb caressing the stubble that you loved so much. “You're good man, a great one even. I'm lucky to be with you, to be yours. If anything, it's an honor.” He was staring into your eyes, his glasses long discarded.

It took him a while to get comfortable enough to be around you without glasses, and when he did, you swear he had the prettiest eyes you've ever seen. You can see the tears glistening in his eyes, his cheeks flushed at the praise that you were smothering him with. Usually, it was the other way around; because since you knew Matthew couldn't see you, sometimes you're convinced that if he could, he wouldn't have batted an eye at you.

“I love you so much, Matty.” You whispered, leaning forward to place a gentle peck on his lips. Matt moved you hand to hold it over his heart, returning the sweet gesture. You could feel the steady thumping against your fingertips, a smile spreading on Matt's face that you felt against your lips.

“I love you too. Always.”

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prohistamine · 2 years

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f/m, male sneezing, femdom, induced allergies, mild(ish) sexual content

enjoy :)

Simon lay on the navy blue comforter, shirtless and wearing nothing but his boxers. His light brown curls falling into his eyes. Kira pushed the curls back gently. She was sitting straddled on top of his hips and he was looking up at her eagerly. He was already sniffling from the bouquet she’d put under their bed, and the incense burning on the bedside table. As he reached up to wipe his nose, she moved his hand away and did it for him.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

He nodded, smiling.

“Good boy” she said.

She reached into the drawer in the side table and pulled out a silk rope. She tied Simon's wrists together tightly and carefully, so the rope wouldn’t slip. Then she tied them to the bedpost behind him.

He sniffled again, wetly, and wrinkled his nose in attempt to alleviate the itch.

“I got something for you.” said Kira.

“You.. hahh... you did?” he asked, his breath hitching.

She reached under the bed, and pulled a single flower from the bouquet, holding it up for him to see. His eyes widened at the sight.

“Is th-ahh-that... lavehh- lavender?” he asked breathlessly, nostrils flaring.

“Only the prettiest for you darling.” said Kira. “Do you like it?”

“Of course. It’s just that I’m so... hehh.. aller-ahh-all.. huhh allergic.” He sniffed again, the intake of pollen immediately increased the hitching of his breath. “Ahhh.. hahh.. I’m go- ..huhh gonna snee-“

But Kira put her thumb firmly under his nose, causing him to moan in frustration.

“That’s no way to thank me for my gift.” she said firmly.

“I’m so-ahh.. sorry.” He said.

“you’re sorry…” she prompted him

“I’m sorry ma’am.”

Kira raised the flower to her nose and smelled deeply. “It smells just lovely, you have to try it.”

She move the flower an inch under his nose, the effect was immediate.

“Ohh.. hehh oh god.. ahhh ahh.” His nostrils flared wildly as Kira slowly twirled the flower.

“Hehh... the pollen.. heh ahh.” His eyes welled up with tears and his nose began to run as his hitching breaths increased in volume and urgency “Hehh.. Hegh! HAhh! Ahh!!” His eyes eyes closed as he prepared to release, but Kira squeezed his nostrils together.

Pu.. hehh.. please,” he moaned “it itches... huhh.. so bad.”

Kira moved her fingers across the bottom of his nose, tracing his nostrils and watching how he squirmed.

“You want to sneeze?” she asked.

He nodded, nose and eyes streaming.

“Well alright. I just hope you don’t get me filthy.” She moved her hands away from his nose, and raised the flower letting the petals graze his nostrils.

“Heehhh... Hiigh!! hhEEGH! Ahh! haaSCHEWW!” His head jerked forward as he sneezed, wrists staring against his ropes, and sprayed Kira in the chest. “haaaSCHEWW!! AASCHEW.. hehh heHH-SCHEW HASCHEW HEESCHTEW!”

His breath was ragged as he recovered from the fit. He’d made a mess of his face and chest. Kira’s light grey tank top was splattered with moisture, and she shuddered at the feeling of it against her skin.

“Bless you baby.” Said Kira, pressing a kiss to his irritated nose.

“Thaah- thank you... heh heeschew!” He sneezed weekly, turning his head to the side to avoid hitting her. “Say it again.” he asked.

“Bless you baby.” she said, savoring the way his eyes closed in arousal.

“I’m sorry you’re so allergic,” said Kira, cradling Simon’s jaw in her hand, “but this” her grip tightened as she pulled on the wet fabric of her tank top with her other hand, “is unacceptable. I told you not to get me filthy.”

“I’m sorry ma’am. It wo- won’t hehh.. happen again.” He said. His nose was desperately twitching as she held his head in place, leaving him with no way to alleviate the itch.

“I think you’re going to have to make it up to me.” She said. “I want you to hold back for me.”

“Alright.”

Kira plucked another flower from the bouquet, leaving the soaked one she’d been using on his chest. She brought it to his nose, slowly tracing the edges of each nostril. His mouth fell open and his eyes lost focus as the pollen did its work.

“Hehh.. hehh ahhh.. hegh heeeh! hEEGh!” He desperately hitched, eyes skewed shut as he tried not to succumb “Oooh.. ohh god.. hehh HEGH! I ca-hehh.. I ca- can’t hold it.. Hehh! I’m so allehhhh- allergehh hehh HEIGH! Allergic…Kira- Kira I’m... ehhhh.”

His hips bucked as he squirmed in discomfort.

Kira pulled back the dark purple flower, he gasped at the moment of relief, only for her to push the lavender up into his nose in one quick motion. He cried out in surprise, back arching at the assault on his tortured nose. His nostrils flared wildly as his entire face skewed with effort and discomfort. He looked picture perfect. Kira ground down gently, unable to resist.

“Oh! Ohhh.. Hehh.. heHH! HEGH! HIIGH! I’m gonna snee- heHH- HEGSTCHEW!”

His sneezes got wetter and more desperate as the fit continued. he dutifully kept his face turned away from Kira to keep her clean

“HEEIGHSHEW! HERGHSHEW! hhhh-HIHH-HIISHTEW!” He took desperate gasping breaths between each sneeze, barely able to get air into his lungs before the next one overtook him. He felt achingly hard in his sweatpants beneath her.

“Oooh god,” he moaned as his nose gave him a moment of reprieve, “fuck.”

Kira shifted her hips forward, gasping lightly at the way his cock rubbed against her. He whimpered at the friction, bucking up toward her against his will.

“Heeghshtew,” he sneezed again. He sounded exhausted.

“Bless you,” said Kira.

He bucked up again. “Fuck Kira. You fe-eeh heeh HEERTSHEW! You feel soo-ohh-hihh so good.” He sniffed wetly, a pitiful attempt to recall the mess now streaming down his nose and chin back into his nose. It was a mistake, and immediately triggered two more itchy sneezes. “HEESTCHEW! HEGHSHEW!”

“You wanna blow your nose baby?”

He nodded. “Yes please.”

She slowly pulled a tissue from the box and lifted it to his quivering nose. He blew into it desperately. She bit back a moan at the feeling of warmth on her hand through the soft paper. He whimpered as she once again shifted her weight against him.

“Kiiiira,” he whined.

“What is it baby?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

She smiled down at him, pathetic and quivering, eyes wet with tears, nose bright red, and cock desperately hard beneath her.

“I will my love,” she promised him, and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead. Then she pulled another flower from the bouquet, “but we’re not done just yet.”

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mackenzielovee · 2 years

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Connor seems like a very big mammas boy to me which is so adorable. Would you be willing to do a small blurb on how he feels when his mom is away for the weekend and he’s feeling a little anxious and sad about it and how rafe deals with baby tearing up for his mom?

ahhh yes he is & you know i had to write this. my heart got all big when i read this. i hope you enjoy it (takes place a few weeks before y/n finds out she's pregnant again)

Rafe and Connor had watched as you hopped in Maddie's car and drove off; ready to spend a girl's weekend away. You and Rafe had both realized this morning that you'd never left them alone for more than a day, and he wasn't quite sure how this was going to go. You had assured him he would be fine (and made him promise not to just heat up pizza rolls in the microwave for meals), to which he rolled his eyes and told you to have fun.

Their first full day together, Connor and Rafe spend their time throwing football in the backyard, watching TV, and making pasta together for dinner. After Connor goes to sleep, Rafe cleans up the house and then heads to bed, trying his best to ignore the empty space where you should be.

He's not surprised at all when he wakes in the morning and finds Connor sleeping soundly on your side of the bed. Rafe scrolls through his phone, firing off a text to you about how yesterday went and how much he misses you already. When Connor wakes, his eyes are wide and glossy, and when Rafe looks over, he bites down on his bottom lip.

"How many days 'til she's back?" Connor asks.

"Tomorrow night, bub," Rafe replies.

"So, not today?"

"Not today," Rafe confirms, then scoots closer, "You okay?"

"I miss Mama," he whines, his eyes filling fast with tears, "Why can't she come back today?"

Rafe leans over and picks Connor up, placing him in his lap and holding him tight. Connor clings to him, grasping his shirt in his hand and sniffling as he lets a tear or two escape.

"Want to hear a secret?" Rafe questions him, rubbing his hand up and down Connor's back.

"Yeah."

"I miss her, too," Rafe confesses.

His son's eyes travel up to meet his, assessing the seriousness of his father. Rafe just shrugs, telling him it's true, and watches as Connor processes.

"You do?"

"I do," Rafe confirms, "I miss her every time I'm not with her. The same way I miss you when I'm not with you."

Connor nods, "So, it's okay to miss her?"

"Absolutely. I used to miss Mommy all the time before we were married."

Connor's eyebrows furrow, but Rafe feels like he can inhale again because the tears have stopped.

"Why?" he asks.

"Well," Rafe sighs, smiling to himself when Connor gets comfortable laying on his chest, "One time, when we were younger, Mommy went to California with Uncle Scott and grandma and grandpa. I missed her so much while she was gone. It was for two weeks, too."

"Two weeks!" Connor exclaims, "Bet you got a lot of kisses when she got home."

Rafe smiles sadly to himself, remembering the first time he saw you at a Thursday dinner after your trip. You'd tanned, and you smiled more, but as for him, barely even one word.

"Yeah," he lies, "But it was a tough trip."

"Why didn't you tell her to come home?"

Rafe continues stroking up and down Connor's back, taking a moment to think before he answers.

"Because I love her," he decides, "And I knew she was having fun, and I wanted that for her. So, I got through it. It was hard, but the smile on her face when she got home told me she enjoyed herself."

Connor exhales against Rafe's chest, "Well, I love Mama, so I hope she has fun now."

Rafe smiles, "You're a good man. What do you say we go get Mom flowers and make her favorite meal for when she comes home?"

Connor nods and visibly relaxes under Rafe's arm.

"Sounds good, Daddy."

#ambivalence hcs #ask!#anon

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years

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I loved your little Akiko shorts, they melted my heart 🥺 I remember Shinobu and Y/n saying something about adoption. So do you think you could write something about Y/n and Shinobu adopting a child or baby when Akiko is a little older? A boy possibly? It doesn't have to be canon to the other two at all, i'm just curious as to how Akiko would react to a baby sibling.

Parenthood Prt.3

Shinobu Kochou x She /Her Reader Modern AU

A/N: Prt2 Prt4 I’m glad you liked those, thanks! Had some difficulties with this one for some reason, but reading it all together as one piece once I finished it made me feel better about it. Hope you like this one too! Word Count: 6,120

It had started out as any other morning, (Y/n) had gotten herself ready for the day and woke Akiko up to get ready for school while she made breakfast. When Akiko came down stairs and climbed into her chair, she was quieter than usual. (Y/n) took notice right away.

“What’s on your mind, honey?” She asked, pecking Akiko on the forehead once she set her breakfast down before her.

“Momma, where do babies come from?”

Oh no, this question so soon? This was supposed to be Shinobu’s job.

“Uh, where do you think babies come from?” Little did (Y/n) know, she had just opened a huge can of worms.

“Sakura said babies come from mommies and daddies who love each other very much, but I told her she’s wrong because I don’t have a daddy like she does. She said that’s what her momma said, so it’s true and she should know because she has two siblings and another coming and I don’t have any. Now I’m mad at her.”

Oh, (Y/n) and Obanai had wondered why their girls had been so cross at each other when they came to pick them up from school together yesterday. She tried to collect her thoughts and come up with a suitable reply. She really wished Shinobu was awake right now.

“Well, traditionally it is expected that a man and a woman who, uh, love each other will make a baby, yes, but there are other ways too. Like for you, your Kaasan and I talked to a special doctor to have you.” She explained.

“But you still carried me in your tummy like Mitsu-Obachan?”

“Yes, I did.” (Y/n) nodded.

“And how did I get in there? Is it different from how Mitsu-obachan had Sakura?”

‘Ahhh, put me out of my misery.’

“Good morning,” Shinobu yawned, she was still in her pajamas, hair disheveled, milking her day off for all it was worth.

‘Oh thank god.’

“Kaasan knows all about the process, she can answer all of your questions.” (Y/n) kissed her wife good morning and left abruptly.

Shinobu turned in her chair, surprised by (Y/n)’s sudden departure. Slowly, she turned back around and leaned over the table.

“What are we talking about this morning, busy bee?”

“Momma was gonna tell me how I got in her tummy.”

Ah, everything made sense to Shinobu now. She smiled to herself. She never understood why her wife was so nervous about this talk.

“Is that all? I can tell you all about it. When your momma and I decided we were ready for a baby, we went to visit one of my colleagues, a person I work with, to talk about our options. We decided on in vitro fertilisation which is a fancy way of saying we took a piece of your momma and a piece of a nice man from a donor list and then doctor put both of those pieces back inside of your momma to make you!” Shinobu smiled wider, pleased with her own watered down explanation, until Akiko frowned, her lip wobbled noticeably.

“What’s wrong, Akiko?” Shinobu switch chairs to sit next to her daughter and drape an arm around her.

“Why don’t I have a part of Kaasan?” Akiko sniffled, poking Shinobu in the chest. “Why did you need a man to do it? Didn’t you want me?”

Okay maybe (Y/n) was right, this was harder than she thought it would be.

“Of course I wanted you, that’s why we went through all those steps. The way human biology works and how far science is at this point, two women usually aren’t able to make a baby together. And you do have parts of me, honey.“

“I do?” Akiko looked up at Shinobu with big, shiny eyes.

“Mhm, I see quite a bit of myself in you. My mannerisms, my attitude… and you’ll always have a part of my heart.” Shinobu kissed Akiko on the nose and tickled her sides, making the little girl giggle and try to wiggle away. Shinobu eased her attack and pulled Akiko into her lap to hug her more easily and rest her cheek on the top of her head as she rocked in her seat.

“Does that make you feel better?”

“Yeah.”

“Any other questions?”

Akiko was quiet for a minute, thinking, then she asked,

“So is it hard? Is that why I don’t have any siblings like Sakura and Kotaro do?”

“It does take time, and it doesn’t always work. We felt very lucky that you seemed to come so easily. It was a very rewarding experience, but neither your momma nor I were too keen to go that route again.”

Shinobu shifted a little in her seat. She and (Y/n) had discussed adoption. When Akiko was two they got on a list, but that had been about four or five years ago and they hadn’t heard anything back yet. Shinobu had been just about ready to pick up a kid off the street at one point, but they had gotten used to the waiting.

Now she wondered if she should let Akiko know. If they had completed an adoption when she was two or three, it probably would not have mattered whether they tried to explain it to her or not. She certainly was old enough to understand now, but Shinobu didn’t want to get Akiko’s hopes up and disappoint her with how long the wait could be. They could still wait for years to come until they removed themselves from the list.

On the other hand, it would be good for Akiko to know. Shinobu couldn’t imagine Akiko coming home from school at age thirteen or so and be pleasantly surprised by a new sibling suddenly appearing. That’s basically what happened with her and Kanae, and though she loved Kanao dearly, some warning from her parents would have been nice. Shinobu nodded to herself.

“We’ve been on an adoption list for a few years. Do you know what that means?” She asked.

Akiko pursed her lips in thought, her cute little face scrunched.

“I think I heard it before but I don’t know.”

“That’s okay, adoption, in this context, means taking in a child and raising it as your own. We want to take in a child who needs a family.”

“So I could have a sister or brother?” Akiko turned in Shinobu’s lap to face her fully, eyes gleaming.

“Possibly,” Shinobu carefully confirmed, “If our family is deemed a match for someone, then yes, but I want you to remember that we’ve already been waiting a while, and there is no sign that it will be happening anytime soon. Do you understand?”

Akiko nodded vigorously, though she still looked really excited.

A few seconds later, (Y/n) peeked her head around the corner. Eyes flitting between Shinobu and Akiko, searching a bit anxiously.

“We need to start packing up for school. Unless anyone thinks we should call in sick and have an extended talk?”

Before Akiko could enthusiastically call for a day off, Shinobu covered her mouth with her hand, ignoring the slimy tongue that met her fingers in quick retaliation.

“No need for that. Akiko, finish your toast and I’ll get your backpack. We can discuss more after school if you wish.” Shinobu grinned.

Her daughter shot daggers at her and slid off her lap. She nibbled on the toast like a disgruntled mouse while Shinobu walked over to her wife and kissed her quickly, giving her a reassuring side hug as well.

“Everything went fine. See, easy.” Shinobu boasted only loud enough for (Y/n) to hear.

“I’m glad you had such an easy time. It’s because you’re better at explaining these things than I am.” (Y/n) didn’t bat an eye at Shinobu’s smugness. She was just glad she had avoided whatever version of the birds and the bees talk Shinobu gave her.

“There’s still plenty to discuss. I’m sure you won’t be able to hide behind me every time she has a difficult question.”

“Shinobuuuu!” (Y/n) groaned while her wife laughed, amused to have witnessed two near identical expressions in such rapid succession, and passed her by to collect Akiko’s backpack.

All packed up, Shinobu saw her family out and waved at them from the doorway as they drove off. When she couldn’t see the car anymore, she went back inside, grabbed some breakfast and slipped back into bed. Before she could drift back into sleep, her phone rang and it was her turn to groan and curse as she twisted beneath the covers to retrieve her phone from the nightstand.

Pressing the phone to her ear with a gruff greeting, she sat up in bed wide awake once more as she heard the person on the line introduce themself and their reason for calling.

Talk about timing.

***

Akiko was beyond excited, and even a little smug, after having to spend the night with the Kanroji family while her parents had to travel all the way to Hokkaido to pick up her new brother.

Sakura stuck her tongue out at her before she was ushered into the kindergarten classroom by Himejima-Sensei. She was still a little grumpy about her mother’s addendums to her baby explanation, but she would get over it before the day was out.

Akiko strode proudly into her first grade classroom and told everyone who would listen about her new baby brother that would be waiting for her at home.

After school, Shinobu came to pick Akiko up and the little girl bounced up to her and tugged on Shinobu’s shirt excitedly.

“Where is he? Where is Shin?” She chanted excitedly.

“He’s settling in at home with your momma. Ready to go meet him?”

“Yes!” Akiko yelled, rushing to the car to let herself into the back seat.

Shinobu hopped into the driver’s seat and made sure Akiko buckled in before driving back home.

“Now, he’s very shy and more than a little overwhelmed right now so try to hold the excitement back a bit, okay bee?”

“I’ll try!”

It took every fiber in Akiko’s being not to run inside and turn the house upside down. She did however, pass up Shinobu and opened the door, rapidly turning her head from side to side.

When no one was immediately visible, she assumed they must be up in the guest room. Well, what was previously the guest room.

Akiko speed walked up the stairs and peaked her head into the room, surprised to see a small boy who only looked a little younger than her, coloring with (Y/n) on the floor.

“That’s not a baby.” Akiko noted, pushing the door all the way open so she could walk in.

The boy’s head shot up and he froze for a moment, before he scooted to hide behind (Y/n) who chuckled softly.

“It’s alright, Shin. It’s only Akiko, the girl I’ve been telling you about.”

“You’re my new brother?”

“Akiko, come sit. Where is your Kaasan?”

“Here,” Shinobu called from the hall and stepped inside, “I was left in the dust.”

“I’m confused.” Akiko sat down and looked at the scribbles Shin had made, “I thought you were getting a baby. He’s too big to be a baby.”

(Y/n) and Shinobu laughed and Shin peaked his head around, trying to decipher what was so funny. They hadn’t realized Akiko was expecting a newborn baby, but perhaps they could have been more clear. It all happened so suddenly that there hadn’t been time for much discussion.

“You’re right, he isn’t a baby,” (Y/n) craned her head back to look at Shin, “can you show Akiko how old you are?”

The boy scooted further behind (Y/n), but after a few moments, his hand came into view, three little fingers on display.

“This many.” He quietly shared and then his hand disappeared once more.

Akiko moved on her hands and knees to peer behind her mother and show Shin her own hands.

“I’m six!” She excitedly shared.

This wasn’t so bad. Sure, she expected a tiny baby, but she had seen plenty of babies between the Kanroji family and her new baby cousin, Yuya. Babies were always sleeping or crying. They couldn’t talk or play, but Shin could!

“Can I color with you? Do you wanna play Candy Land? Do you wanna play tag? Do you wanna try hanafuda? I can teach you.”

“One thing at a time, busy bee.” Shinobu chuckled. “We have all the time in the world.”

Shin peeked out from behind (Y/n) again and whispered with big eyes,

“Candy Land?”

“Candy Land!” Akiko ran out of the room to retrieve the game.

***

“Are you kidding me? The plum?” Shinobu groaned.

She was almost to the Queen Frostine portion of the board when she drew the next card to reveal a plum that would be taking her nearly to the beginning of the game.

She hated Candy Land. It was so simple, but she could never win! Well, she was playing with her kids (kids, plural! AH!) and she would rather have one of them win, but still! It was an insult!

“Too bad, Kaasan.” Akiko shook her head.

“Too bad.” Shin parroted, looking genuinely upset on Shinobu’s behalf. Such an empathetic boy.

“It’s alright,” Shinobu sighed, “the peanut brittle card is still in there I think. I’m not out of this yet.”

Shinobu stayed to play Candy Land with the children while (Y/n) went to get dinner ready. She was happy to see that though Shin still appeared nervous, he was willingly engaging with them and seemed to be having a good time despite his nerves. She was glad Akiko was such a good kid, Shin needed a good big sister like her in his life.

“Your turn, Shin.” Akiko reminded him.

Shin reached out and gently took a card from the pile, revealing double purples.

“Lucky! You’re almost there!” Akiko cheered as Shin carefully moved his yellow gingerbread man onto the second closest purple space on the path before him.

“My turn!”

Akiko drew her card, a single green square. Now if she could just get a purple, she would win! It was the same for Shin too, however. It was neck and neck… except for Shinobu who bitterly took her next card.

“Really?!” Shinobu landed on a cherry pit, dooming her to stay on the orange space she had landed on until she picked another orange card.

She groaned and laid out on the floor like she had been shot. Akiko laughed and plopped down hard on Shinobu’s stomach, knocking the wind out of the poor woman.

Shin watched the scene with a sense of fascination, but when Akiko called for him to join her when Shinobu gained the upper hand by flipping her over and laying all of her dead weight on the little girl, Shin did not join in on the roughhousing. Instead, he took the next card, revealing the purple card he needed to win.

“Aw, what?” Akiko crawled out from under her mom to look at the card more closely before conceding her defeat. “You won, good job, Shin! I almost had you though.”

“Thank you for putting me out of my misery, bud.”

Shinobu held out her hand expecting a high five, but Shin didn’t seem to understand what she was doing. He did however, take hold of her hand which made Shinobu smile.

She had been a little worried that Shin didn’t like her. She knew they had known each other for less than a week, and that this was a big change in the child’s life, and she knew he would grow more comfortable as time went on and he felt like he was in a stable, safe environment, but she couldn’t help but be a little worried. Small moments like this reassured her that she must be doing something right.

“How is it going up here?” (Y/n) asked, peeking into the room.

“Shin won! Kaasan lost.” Akiko relayed helpfully.

“Hey, you didn’t exactly win either.” Shinobu reminded.

“I sure did better than you though.” Akiko said smugly.

“Oh ho, you are just asking for it, huh?”

“Hey, let’s not start anything. Dinner is ready, come on.” (Y/n) gestured for the three to follow her out.

Shinobu stood up with a small grunt of effort, Shin still gripped however many of her fingers his little hand could hold. She pointed her free hand towards Akiko.

“This isn’t over.”

Akiko giggled and stuck her tongue out at Shinobu before taking off down the hall after (Y/n), looking for a barrier of safety.

Shinobu shook her head and smiled down at Shin.

“Hungry, bud?

Shin looked up at her, a puzzled look on his face. Then he stated matter-of-factly,

“Shin, not bud.”

Shinobu chuckled, “You are right. I’m sorry. Do you not like that nickname?”

Shin didn’t seem to have anything more to say on the subject. He pointed to the door and looked at Shinobu expectantly.

“Din’der?”

“Yeah, let’s go eat dinner.” Shinobu led Shin out of his room and followed (Y/n) and Akiko downstairs.

Dinner went well. While everyone enjoyed their meal, (Y/n) and Shinobu discussed the arrival date of the rest of Shin’s belongings and whether or not they should shop for room decor and clothes online or in person.

They felt like new parents all over again. Only this time nothing seemed ready. You would think that the agency would have given them more time to actually prepare for the boy after having them wait for years without so much as a peep.

They were still virtually strangers to their son, and he was so shy and withdrawn. It was hard not to just scoop him up and shower him with love. Shinobu remembered when Kanao first came home it was similar, only she had been older than Shin was now. It took weeks for her to even say a full sentence. Granted, Kanao’s situation had been more volatile than Shin’s from what they knew, but they thought it was no less important that they only went as far as Shin was willing to go until they had established a strong foundation of trust with him.

“What do you think, Shin? Do you want to take a train to go to a big store with a lot of people or look at pictures online and pick that way?” (Y/n) asked.

Shin didn’t seem to know how to answer that question and continued munching on his dumplings.

“We can start simpler. How about a color to paint your room?” Shinobu asked. “I know you said you like yellow, do you want yellow walls?”

Shin seemed to perk up a bit at the idea.

“Tomorrow we’ll look at colors then and you can decide which one you want, okay?”

Shin gave a short, jerky nod and a small smile creeped over his lips.

“My room is green. You should come see it.” Akiko grinned. “I got a bunch of bugs and flower stickers too. You come to my room and I’ll show you all of them.”

“That’s a good thought, Akiko.” (Y/n) praised, “Are there and animals you like, Shin? Or other things like sports, airplanes, space?”

“Stars?” Shin perked up, “stars?”

“You like stars?” Shinobu asked. She was excited that Shin was excited, but did her best to keep her voice calm.

“Stars.” Shin confirmed.

“Well, that’s certainly a start.” (Y/n) smiled at Shinobu.

Just take it one step at a time.

After dinner, Akiko and Shin washed up and went back upstairs so Akiko could tell Shin all about her bugs. As (Y/n) and Shinobu washed the dishes and put away the leftovers, they talked.

“They seem to be getting along so far.” (Y/n) noted, listening to the little feet pound up the stairs.

“It helps that Akiko is so friendly. She’s grown a lot.” Shinobu nodded, handing (Y/n) another dish to dry.

While their parents were talking downstairs, Akiko paraded Shin around her room and showed him every bug and flower that adorned her walls and gave him a little fact about each one.

He was a little afraid of the spider stickers, but he received the other information well.

“Come on, let’s make a fort!” Akiko urged, already pushing her desk chair closer to her bed.

Shin watched her drape a some of her blanket over the chair and tuck another corner under a pile of books on her shelf, making a roof over the space near the edge of her bed. Then, she encouraged Shin to join her in piling a bunch of pillows and stuffed animals within the space.

“Isn’t this cool?”

Shin nodded.

“Make yourself comfy and I’ll show you the book of flowers Kanae-Obachan gave to me. You’re gonna really like her, she’s very nice. Nemi-Ojisan may look a little scary, but he’s nice too. And then there’s Kotaro and Yuya, they’re our cousins and there’s Kanao-Obachan too, and the Kanroji’s are like family too and… hm, woah, there’s a lot of people for you to meet. They’ll all like you a lot so you don’t have to be scared.”

Shin didn’t really appear to be listening as he pages through the flower book to look at all the pictures. It was probably too much for him to think about anyway. Occasionally he’d point out a flower to Akiko and she would tell him what it was called and what the page said about it.

When (Y/n) and Shinobu finished cleaning up, they headed up stairs and seeing the light coming from Akiko’s room, they entered.

“Awwww,” (Y/n) hugged Shinobu from the sheer adorableness of it all, “look at them!” She whispered excitedly.

Shinobu returned the hug and looked on with a fond expression.

Within the crudely made fort, Akiko and Shin slept soundly, surrounded by stuffed animals and opened books. It took everything for the two women to keep their voices low as they observed the scene together. If they could have stayed to watch them all night, they would have, but they needed to sleep too.

Shinobu turned off the light, and quietly closed the door. Then the parents went to their bedroom and wondered fondly what the future would bring.

***

“Good job, Shin.” Shinobu praised.

Shin tilted his head down and smiled shyly.

The yellow paint, glow stars, and solar system stickers had arrived and it became a family effort to paint the room. Children supervised of course.

Shin painted dutifully in the lower corner of the room while Akiko went a little wild with it and painted a whole stripe around the perimeter, minus the window thanks to (Y/n)’s quick reaction.

They took a break for lunch while the first coat dried and then went right back at it.

“Hey!” (Y/n) gasped and looked down at her calf, now sporting a stripe of yellow.

She was about to scold Akiko for the act, but caught her wife’s mischievous smile and casted a playful glare her way.

“Shinobu!”

“Uh oh, Kaasan’s in trouble.” Akiko giggled.

“Hm? I’m just painting the room like everyone else. Right, Shin?”

Shin shook his head, selling Shinobu out instantly and sealing her fate.

“Oh? Darling, there appears to be something on your cheek,” (Y/n) dipped her finger in the paint tray and swiftly swiped it across Shinobu’s nose and cheek before her wife could escape.

“Oops, I made it worse.”

“Come here you!”

“Ah haha!”

Shinobu grabbed her wife around the waist and rubbed her face on (Y/n)’s rumpled old shirt.

Akiko was full of delight, laughing and taking turns cheering for one mother over the other depending on who looked like they had the upper hand.

Shin looked a little perplexed by the tussle, but seemed entertained regardless, clapping along with Akiko when Shinobu finally had (Y/n) wheezing breathlessly on the ground from laughing too much.

And then mischievous purple eyes framed with smudged yellow paint turned their attention on the two children. Without looking away, Shinobu dipped her already yellowed fingers with a fresh coat of paint, prompting her daughter to shriek.

“She’s gonna paint us!” Akiko tried to dance around her mom and dart out the door, but Shinobu was faster and lined Akiko’s arm with yellow polka dots.

“Nooo!” Akiko giggled and swiped at her arm, wiping the excess on Shinobu’s shirt.

Shin stared up at Shinobu with big eyes and made no attempt to retreat. Shinobu crouched down before him with a gentle smile.

“Boop!” She pressed a single dot of paint upon the back of his hand.

Shin, looked at the dot and rubbed at it, causing it to smudge. He then looked to Shinobu again and offered his arm expectantly.

“You want more?” Shinobu confirmed, before dotting more blobs of paint up the boy’s arm.

He giggled quietly and presented his arm, showing how they all matched.

They finished painting the room much slower than they should have, but they had a blast doing it. The clean up was a little messy, but once they were all clean they left the room alone to dry and headed downstairs to rest and watch a movie.

Shin surprised Shinobu by crawling into her lap to watch the colorful characters on screen. Was this what cat and dog people felt like when they were chosen to be a resting spot? Shinobu refrained from getting up or adjusting her seat until Shin got up of his own volition to join Akiko on the floor. She was relieved for the opportunity to stretch a bit but she did miss the contact.

Then (Y/n) laid down to rest her head in Shinobu’s lap and she didn’t feel as disappointed anymore.

They ordered dinner in that night and made sure everyone completed their nightly routine since it had been skipped out on the night before. Shin slept in Akiko’s room again while the paint dried in his room over night.

Everything seemed to be going so well. It really looked like it would be smooth sailing.

Until Shinobu had to go in to work three week later.

Even though she and (Y/n) had requested time off and Shinobu had cashed in a good chunk of her vacation days, there was something going on with an experiment that only she seemed to be able to fix.

She begrudgingly got ready to leave for the lab said her goodbyes and was nearly out the door when Shin grabbed her jacket, pulling her back.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll be back in a couple hours,” she stroked his hair, “You‘ll be okay.”

“No go!” Shin cried, attempting to pull Shinobu back into the living room.

“Oh, sweetie, I’ll be back. Momma will play with you.”

“It’s alright, Shin. Want to play more Candy Land?” (Y/n) suggested, crouching before him.

“No go! No go!” Shin sobbed into Shinobu’s legs.

Both women looked at each other with troubled expressions. It was just about enough to make them want to cry as well. He was growing attached to them, which was good, but now he was afraid to be without them.

Like when Akiko had to go back to school on Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday, and… well, yeah.

And there was when (Y/n) had gone outside to do some yard work without telling anyone and Shinobu could not understand why Shin was so upset until (Y/n) finally came back inside and he ran to her and wrapped his arms around her legs. He didn’t leave her side for the rest of the day.

It was a difficult situation to be in. They knew his fear of abandonment was very real and strong, but as much as they would like to, they couldn’t be together all the time. He would need to learn to trust that the risks were not as high as he believed.

Shinobu crouched to the ground and wrapped Shin up in her arms for a few beats before pushing him back a bit to talk to him on his level.

“I know, I know, you want me to stay, but it’ll be like when we leave Akiko at school, I’ll be back.”

“No go!”

“Hey,” Shinobu softly coaxed, “don’t cry, you won’t be alone. You have momma, see? She’ll be with you the whole time, isn’t that right?”

“That’s right.” (Y/n) nodded, kneeling beside Shin, “We could draw, read, or play a game…”

“No!”

“Oh dear.”

“What if you two just came in with me.” Shinobu suggested.

“Are you sure?”

“Maybe if he knows where I’m going, it’ll seem less scary? I don’t know. I don’t want to leave you to try to calm him down yourself.”

“It wouldn’t be the first upset child I’ve faced, but yeah, maybe we should give it a shot.”

And then the doorbell rang.

“Oh what now?” Shinobu groaned, rising to her feet, she turned to open the door and was surprised to see her sisters and baby Yuya until she remembered they had planned to visit for the day.

“Bad timing?” Kanao smiled sympathetically.

“Oh no, poor little man.” Kanae cooed, “What’s wrong?”

Shin hiccuped and rubbed his eyes. He looked between the new woman and his Kaasan, noting their similar faces.

“I completely forgot you guys were coming today. I got called in to take care of some lab issues and Shin won’t let me go… it totally slipped my mind, come on in, please.” Shinobu ushered.

“That’s alright, happens to the best of us.” Kanae teased. She handed Yuya off to (Y/n) who took him happily, and crouched at Shinobu’s feet to get a better look at the little boy clinging to her sister.

“Hi! My, you sure are cute!”

“Long hair… Kaasan?” Shin questioned.

Kanae chuckled and shook her head, “I’m Kanae, your Kaasan’s sister, your aunt!” Kanae pulled Kanao down with her, “and this is Kanao, your Kaasan’s other sister, and your other aunt.”

“Hello.” Kanao smiled.

“Hi…” Shin hiccuped, half hiding behind Shinobu.

Shinobu’s nose wrinkled a bit when she felt him rub his runny nose on her pants. But such was life with small children.

“Will you tell me why you’re so sad, Shin?” Kanae asked.

“Kaasan no go.” Shin explained as best he knew how and Kanae nodded in understanding.

“I see. You don’t want your Kaasan to go, but she needs to go help make people feel better.”

Ever sweet and patient Kanae could have had Shin eating out of the palm of her hand as she spoke to him. (Y/n) and Shinobu started at each other in slack jawed awe at Kanae’s prowess. Before long, Shin was kissing Shinobu on the cheek goodbye and tentatively sidling up to (Y/n) and baby Yuya.

“Uh, I’ll be back in a couple hours.” Shinobu blinked, opening the front door, “I’ll pick Akiko up after I’m done… and Kotaro too of course, then you better teach me your secrets, Nee-san.”

Kanae laughed and nodded, “Will do! Don’t worry about Kotaro, he has baseball practice and Sanemi will take him home when he’s done.”

“Drive safe.” Kanao waved.

“Love you.” (Y/n) waved using Yuya’s tiny hand.

“Love you, see ya in a bit.” Shinobu stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

Shin didn’t cry again, but knowing that Shinobu would be gone for awhile left him looking very uneasy.

“Shin, want to show your aunts what a good job you did decorating your room?” (Y/n) suggested. Hopefully a little distraction would ease his mind for at least a little while.

“You like stars?” He asked Kanae and Kanao seriously.

“I love stars.” Kanae swore.

“Stars are cool. We’d love to see them.” Kanao agreed.

“When you turn the light off they glow.” Shin told them as they climbed the stairs.

Kanae and Kanao ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ at all the right times. Even though Kanao still wasn’t very well versed in deciphering the speech of small children, despite now having one niece, three nephews, and there were a couple of the Kamado siblings to take into account as well, she followed the cues of the young boy’s excitement and reacted accordingly.

They spent a lot of time playing in Shin’s room. And a few hours later, just as promised, Shinobu came home with Akiko and Shin went down the stairs as fast as he could when he heard the door open.

“Hi, Shin!” Akiko skipped right up to him, an unruly, giant piece of paper in her hands, Look what I made in school. It’s a family portrait!” She puffed her chest out proudly, “I got full marks in it.”

“That me?” Shin pointed.

“Yeah, and me and Momma and Kaasan.”

“That looks beautiful, Akiko. Well done.” (Y/n) praised as she walked down the stairs with the rest of the group.

“Kanao-obachan!” Akiko pounced on her younger aunt.

“Hey,” Kanao for her arms up to catch the girl just before she was completely bowled over.

“What about me?” Kanae faux pouted.

“And me.” (Y/n) matching Kanae’s pout.

Ever since Akiko was a baby, she seemed to gravitate towards Kanao, and Giyuu as well when he was around. She just liked the quieter types apparently. Akiko insists that Kanao is the funniest person she knows, but whatever Kanao did to led her to that conclusion seemed to be a secret between the two. As neither would elaborate on the matter.

“Just a second!” Akiko promised.

She whispered in Kanao’s ear and received a whisper in turn that had her howling with laughter.

“Seriously, what is so funny?” Shinobu was at her wits end with those two, especially when all Kanao gave her was a smile and a shrug.

“You wouldn’t get it Kaasan, you’re too old.” Akiko not so helpfully explained.

“I’m only a couple years older than her!” Shinobu cried indignantly.

Shinobu got her revenge by whispering a plea of assistance in her ear. They laughed and when Akiko asked what was funny, Shinobu’s eyes sparked with victory as she replied smugly,

“You wouldn’t get it, you’re too young.”

Akiko stuck her tongue out at her mother as she gave Kanae and Yuya a hug.

Shin, tugged on Shinobu’s hand and cupped his other hand over his ear.

“You want to hear?” Shinobu kneeled down and whispered a bunch of nonsense into Shin’s ear, making him giggle.

“Hey!” Akiko accused, “he’s younger than me, why’s he get to hear?”

“Shinobu, you are treading on thin ice.” (Y/n) warned. Her wife tended to tease too much sometimes.

“Okay, okay, come here.” Shinobu motioned Akiko over and gave her the same nonsense babble treatment and instead of laughing, she looked shocked.

“How did you figure it out?” She turned to Kanao, “We need to come up with a new code, Kanao-obachan.”

***

When Yuya began to get fussy, Kanae took it as a sign that they had better head home. Everyone got their hugs in and though Shin looked anxious to see them leave, another reassurance from Kanae eased him.

“Seriously, how?” Shinobu shook her head, arms crossed.

“Your sisters are just magical I guess.” (Y/n) answered.

“And what about me?” Shinobu batted her eyelashes.

“Debatable.”

Shinobu pursed her lips and (Y/n) took off into the house, using Shin and Akiko as shields.

Shin giggled and squealed right alongside Akiko as Shinobu charged in.

“Save me!” (Y/n) beseeched, ushering the children forward, “Together we can win!”

“Are you turning our children against me now? Hey!”

Shinobu was lowered to the ground by the weight of three bodies pulling her to the ground.

“Traitors!” Shinobu laughed.

When Shinobu stopped struggling, they took a breather, all laid out on the floor together.

“Candy Land?” Shin asked when everyone caught their breath.

“Candy Land!” (Y/n) and Akiko answered.

“Ugh, fine.” Shinobu sighed, though she smiled.

When it was time to go to bed, (Y/n) and Shinobu tucked Shin and Akiko into Shin’s bed.

“It’s Friday,” Akiko had reasoned. She didn’t have school so she could stay up a little later and have a sleepover with Shin.

The parents took turns reading a couple of books and when they finished, they kissed the children goodnight and wished them sweet dreams. They turned off the lights and the stars on the ceiling glowed faintly.

When the door closed, Akiko and Shin pointed at the stars and made up constellations until they couldn’t keep their eyes open anymore.

Shin fed off of the love and joy that surrounded him and looked up at the glowing stars on his ceiling once more before his tired eyes fell shut.

Even if he ever found himself among those celestial bodies and far away someday, he knew he’d feel the love he found here no matter how far away he was.

He felt at home.

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