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2-cute-4-school · 4 years

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𝘕𝘊𝘛 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴

Mark Lee

so we all know mark is a quite expressive person with his emotions

and come on when playing video games we all rage and throw fits so emotions are running especially high ‎(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻

what i’m trying to say is that mark is yelling, banging fists against his desk, laughing his ass off and pissing you off

i mean mark’s laugh is very cute and ENTIRE BLESSING TO HEAR but ♡ sleep ♡ is also precious

but mark can’t hear your exaggerated sighs nor see your ever-lasting pout

so you lift your tired self from the bed and plop down on his lap

mark : “hUH??¿¿ B-BABE?!¿¿” （＊〇□〇）……！

haechan, audible through the headphones: mark, not in front of the boys, you wild beast (๑⁍᷄౪⁍᷅๑)

mark opens his mouth to shout in protest but you bury your head in his shoulder and let out a soft whine and mark.just.COMBUSTS!!!

he grumbles something about how haechan is due for a good beating and nuzzles the side of his face against the top of your head ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

whenever he has a break and doesn’t need both hands to play, he brings one arm around you, cuddling you closer to himself and running his hand along the length of your spine

or just LAYS HIS HAND ON YOUR THIGH askfafwsr- ya know (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

doesn’t have the heart to break the atmsophere even after he shuts down his computer and just cocoons you in his warm arms and hums a song softly as you doze off intertwined together UwU

Huang Renjun

you’re just trying to be cute and create a romantic enviroment as you cuddle up to your boyfriend who is immersed in his game

“y/n?” his voice is soft, almost a hush and it could almost lull you to sleep

“yeah?” ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ

“i can’t see because of your head”

FIRST HIT HOME but you didn’t give up of course, just flattened your cheek against his shoulder to accomodate his complaint

just as you settle downs drowsily, glued to his frint, he covers his mic to grumble to you again ಠ╭╮ಠ

“it’s getting hot”

SECOND HIT HOME and you’re starting to get discouraged as you scoot a little further away from his body and loosen the grip of your hands around his neck (๑′°︿°๑)

but of course ever grumpy renjun still had complaints karen who

“my legs are falling asleep”

*SIGH* “eye roll* *definetely not pouting* you start pulling yourself away from him and trudge defeatedly and bury yourself under a ton of blankets

but he just chickles, has the AUDACITY to chuckle, and brings you back on his lap, squeezing the life out of you (≧д≦ヾ)

“i was just kidding babe don’t leave me!!” says renjun as he sways you kinda violently may i add from side to side and rubs his cheek against yours cuz he’s a kitty and adorable confirmed ε=(｡♡ˇд ˇ♡｡）

rough love you have other there as you can see

Lee Jeno

jeno is GENTLE GIANT （ﾉ｡≧◇≦）ﾉ

gentle loving giant in this case actually so even better

so we all know how the dreamies exposed this boy TWICE for playing video games 25/8 and he got scolded by his mum lol so i’m thinking

you’re trying to get him to go to sleep or at least rest his eyes he’s already blind enough i WONDER WHY damn

all this started when you settled in front of his computer to block his view

and as he argued with you he decided enough is enough and pulled you into his lap, traping you against his chest (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

“jeno it’s 3 am!!” :<

“ just one more round baby” of video games ya nasties...no? only me?ok

he tries to give you a *smooch* but you move your face away and refuse to turn around and let him kiss you

and that’s where jeno draws the line (; ･`д･´)

kithes are something that can’t berefused between you two, an unspoken rule you apparenly weren’t aware of

so with a ‘eep!!!’ from you, he simly stands up from his seat with you latched onto him like a koala like (＾ω＾ ≡ °д°)

“jeno put me down!!!11!!1! NOW!!”

“kiss first” (.◜ ᵕ ◝.)

“are you nuts??!!!?” *exaggerated smooch* “now put me down!!”

needless to say he’s not letting go anytime soon, he just plops into bed and you cuddle until you fall asleep you’ve been scammed

Lee Donghyuck

haechan is a very VERY petty brat person ಠ_ಠ

so guess what... fights with him are a national competition of petty acts

and you know what his ultimate move in your most recent fight is? *drum rolls* turning off the central heating really original hyuck i applaud you

and this kid knows exactly what he’s doing when he sits down in his gaming chair with a shit-eating grin (ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)

he hears you stumble around the house in your dora the explorer exploration in the search of a blanket

but guess what? they’re all under his flat cake ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)

so when you bardge in the room and find him hogging all the warmth you hope to intimidate him with your ✨ highly horrific glare ✨

but he pretends to be too busy to notice you so you just defeatedly settle on his lap and under the blankets

“well well well look who’s crawling back with their tail between their legs”

“i might just cut off your front microscopic tail” (눈_눈)

but i just know he’s gonna cuddle you until you sweat your ass off under that mountain of blankets

and even when he can’t hold you, he’ll press his lips against your forehead, lingering there as his warm breath fanned across your skin

he also made a deal with you to which you didn’t necessarily agree with but that’s a minor detail am i rite

if he wins the round he gets a kiss as a reward (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

if he loses, he gets 2 kisses as a consolation (ฅ⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́)و ̑̑

you’re getting suspicious of his 4 consecutive losses

Na Jaemin

he’s a fluff ball we all know it, we all love it

he’d DIG THAT KIND OF SHIT ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و

and he babies you to the end of earth

99.8% chance that he’s gonna stop playing just to cradle you against his chest properly because YOU’RE. HIS. BABY!!! periodt.

cue yelling from his teammates for abadoning them in the middle of the game but that’s inevitable

“na jaemin you SIMP!!!!”

but jaemin is too busy making puppy eyes at you (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。

he’d kiss you everywhere he could reach and then scoop your hands in his and bring them to his lips for another shower of kithes (*'､^*)chu

and if you kiss him back??

this man will literally COMUST with uwus istg

like just imagine you brush your lips against his neck and then you gently nuzzle against him??

jaemin would melt in your embrace ♡(｡- ω -)

even if he did eventually go back to playing, he’d press kises anywhere in reach periodically cuz he’s soft like that

would also LOVE feeling your breath fan his neck he gets a unique feeling of comfort knowing that he has you so close to him (๑˃ᴗ˂)

“even if you were the impostor i’d still vote myself out for you”

the romanticism of this decade

Zhong Chenle

this boi is ruthless when playing video games

god frobid you’re in his way cuz you’re getting SQUASHED (｢⊙Д⊙)｢

he obvioulsy LOVES winning

but ya know what he loves more than winning???

𝓨𝓞𝓤 ♡(㋭ ਊ ㋲)♡

so chenle is all (｡+･`ω･´)

“you waste of space move along!!!!” “shoot that gun straight dammit or i’ll shove it up yo- oh hey baby°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°“

the moment you plop down on his lap and curl yourself up with your head tucked under his chin, his blazing eyes soften so cutely

and so raging kid chenle turns into best babyboi chenle (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

he M E L T S like he just leans into your touch and continues gaming A LOT more silently and just smiles absent-mindedly the entire time

“yo chenle you dead????” most likely jisung on the other side of the headphones

“no?” ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

“... guys he’s plotting something, reatreat!! i repeat, RETREAT!!!”

“what?? no, what do you mean by that !??!!!”

you stir as his voice rises in volume and chenle immediately settles down again and shushes you while patting your heah and threading his fingers through your hair carefully (*-ω-)

goes straight for jisung after that teammate or not rip jisung you’ll be missed but also bad choice to annoy a soft-for-only-my-baby chenle

Park Jisung

a bit flustered but just couldn’t refuse you when you cutely asked him with wide puppy eyes if you could sit in his lap to watch him play

probably short circuited for a good 2 minutes before he could produce and intelligible answer (ง ´͈౪`͈)ว

and that’s how you found yourself perched on his lap, facing the screen with curious eyes as jisung struggled as if his LIFE depended on it

“how do you jump?” (,Ծ_Ծ,)

“you can’t jump”

“what do you mean you can’t jump?? gravity doesn’t work like that” Σ(･ิ¬･ิ)

you’re like 2 newborn babies running wild and unsupervised

“jisung, that character looks like you when you’re constipated” (๑꒪▿꒪)*

cue cackling from the devil spawns on the other side

he’s gonna keep in mind this betrayal UNTIL THE END OF TIME beware

if you catch sight of one of his hands not working away i bet my allowance you’ll have this uncontrollable urge to hold it in yours DO IT I NEED MY ALLOWANCE DON’T BE SHY

of course he’ll automatically intertwine your fingers together and bring them up for a chaste kiss ～(^з^)-♡

and i know for sure that he won’t have the heart to let go of it even when he needs it to play sigh jisung you SIMP

he’s gonna get scolded and teased by the other later but ya know

at least he ain’t no touch starved coward ¯\(°_o)/¯

he gets grounded for that by jaemin

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moonbeamwritings · 3 years

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the three times you kiss jotaro’s forehead + the one time he returns the favor

Summary: Jotaro didn’t find himself to be an overly affectionate man, accepting it reluctantly and dishing it out rarely. With you, though, he might as well be putty in your hands.

Author’s Note: This fic is dedicated to the lovely @jostepherjoestar who listened to me babble on about this idea. I’m also still working to chip away at requests, so keep an eye out! I hope y’all enjoy !!

!! slight tw for descriptions of nightmares/blood/mental health issues and spoiler warning for part 3 !!

Jotaro was certainly no stranger to affection. His mother’s goodbye smooches, pressed to his cheek while he ducked to meet her halfway; The way his grandfather would ruffle his hair the moment his hat was off his head; The girls from high school, desperately clinging to his arms and coat, making him squirm in discomfort under their hungry gazes.

And yours.

Your affection, so minimal and subtle in its delivery, never failed to make his heart race, to make his face heat up in slight embarrassment. You kept your public displays minimal, straying away from kisses and hugs in favor of wrapping your hand around his or keeping close to his side, arms brushing against one another.

At home, though, you held back less, never shying away from kissing his cheek or wrapping your arms around his waist, nuzzling against his back.

He never thought he’d be one for affection. Hell, he barely knew how to return the favor, but here you were, showing him you cared through such small, intimate acts.

His computer monitor burned his eyes as his fingers danced along the keyboard in front of him, clock ticking away to punctuate the silence of his home office. The files spread out across his desk acted as a constant reminder of the deadline for his research paper. Jotaro sighed.

You, on the other hand, were out in the living room to give Jotaro the time and space he needed to get his work done. Your heart tugged as you looked at the time.

12:43 AM

The movie credits rolled on the television in front of you and you decided to take your leave, finally ready to wrap yourself in your comforter and drift off to sleep for the night.

On your way to bed, you saw the light from his office drift out into the hallway, casting oblong shadows onto the walls. Stopping to stand in the doorway, you admired your boyfriend’s form, quietly tapping away at his computer.

Without sparing you a glance he asked, “Heading to bed?”

You smiled as you stepped into the room, coming around his desk to hug him from behind. “Mhm, you?”

Jotaro quickly shook his head, pulling a hand away from his work to hold one of your forearms in his grasp, “Not yet. Sorry.”

You hummed, rolling your eyes. “You work far too hard, ocean man.”

He nearly groaned at the little nickname.

“But I’m tired.” You continued. “G’night, love you.”

“Love you.”

Hearing his reply, you hunched farther over his shoulder to plant warm, chaste kisses to his temple. Once, twice.

“Don’t stay up too late.”

You knew that telling him that would ultimately fall on deaf ears, but hey, you could dream couldn’t you?

He listened to your footsteps pad down towards the bedroom as his face warmed, reinvigorated by the soft kisses you pressed to his forehead.

ii.

Jotaro appreciated you, so much so that sometimes it made his heart burst. He was bad at expressing it to you, either verbally or physically, but god did he love you.

Jotaro’s day at work had been… less than stellar, to say the very least. The data his lab had been collecting hadn’t been saved correctly, thus setting the lab back by a whole week, another researcher had practically berated his methodology in front of their colleagues, and to top the whole thing off, someone had spilled coffee all over the front of his favorite white coat.

In short, everything sucked.

His head hung low, hat having already been flung off when he began to drive home. His coat was at the cleaners, leaving him in his simple, black turtleneck.

Kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag in its usual place, Jotaro was quick to rest back against the couch, stretching his limbs out as he placed his head against the armrest.

“Baby? That you?”

Baby. The pet name made a ghost of a smile appear on Jotaro’s lips.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He called back, slinging an arm up to cover his eyes.

When you saw the state Jotaro was in, splayed out on the couch like a dead man, you frowned.

“Bad day, big guy?”

“Really bad.” His response was short, a grumbled mess hidden behind the sleeve of his sweater. As you made your way over, leaning down to hover above his tired form, all you wanted to do was wrap him up in your arms, shielding him from whatever weight was on his shoulders.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No, not right now.”

Jotaro was a man of few words, but it especially made your heart ache when you could so plainly see how upset he was. You watched as he shifted his arm away from his eyes, gazing up at you, “Sorry.”

Closing the distance, you hunched lower to leave one, gentle smooch right in the center of his forehead, cradling his cheeks in your hands. The feeling of your soft lips against his forehead eased the tension between his brows, lifting the weight from his shoulders. It was as if your mere presence made his heart that much lighter. He was beyond grateful.

“It’s okay. I’m sure I’ll get it out of you one of these days. You hungry?”

Jotaro’s stomach growled in lieu of a verbal response.

You laughed. “Come on, handsome, I tried making one of your mom’s recipes.”

Maybe this day could be salvaged, Jotaro thought as your fingers came to twine with his.

iii.

He saw Kakyoin, Avdol, and Iggy often, but no, not in the way that you’d think.

They haunted him. Dreams, nightmares filled with nothing but blood, gore, and the whirring roar of sirens. Their voices were often warped, both far away and so, so close that Jotaro felt as though he would go deaf. Accusatory fingers pointing in his direction as they leered, hurling insults his way. Your fault, selfish, fuck up. You could’ve saved us.

On this particular night, Jotaro was visited by DIO himself, descending his grand staircase with bodies littered behind him as blood raced down the steps.

DIO sneered as he hovered near Jotaro’s ear, whispering pure toxicity into it and trying as he might, Jotaro couldn’t land a single punch.

He was rocked off his feet as DIO kicked him away, knocking the wind from Jotaro’s chest as he toppled to the floor. DIO crouched before him, smirk more and more evident as his voice rose to a thunder.

“It’s your fault, you know? How truly pathetic.”

Just as DIO reached out to grip Jotaro’s chin in his hand, Jotaro shot awake.

His breathing was labored as he moved to sit up, chest heaving as hot, wet tears began falling down his cheeks. Without realizing it, Jotaro had jostled the bed under his weight, waking you up as well.

“Jotaro? Baby, what’s wrong?”

You sat up next to him as you placed a warm hand against his back, rubbing it in soothing circles. He leaned over, curling against your side to rest his head on your shoulder.

“A nightmare, that’s all.” He replied once he found his voice, keeping his eyes closed as he willed his heart to slow.

“What can I do?”

“Don’t leave.”

The solution was simple enough, given you had no intention of doing anything of the sort. You didn’t think you’d ever heard his voice sound quite so small. Smiling despite the situation, you responded, “I think I can do that.”

This time, the kisses you planted against his forehead conveyed everything you wanted to say. I love you. You’re important. I’m not going anywhere.

The messages blossomed in his head, overgrowing and covering the images of DIO and blood, obscuring the anxiety and dread that found a home there. He allowed himself to be lulled back to sleep, comforted by your lips and your warmth against his skin.

Jotaro could tell you’d had a bad day the moment you stepped into his office. As he watched you frown while lingering in the doorway, his mind raced through all the ways you’d comforted him in the past.

Kind words. Soft touches. Forehead kisses.

“Bad day?” He asked, trying to emulate the tone of voice you typically used with him, hoping to convey even a fraction of the gentle, calming lilt you often gifted him with.

All you could do was nod.

“What are you waiting for then? Come here.”

He waved you over, pushing his desk chair out so you could slide into his lap, legs resting on either side of his hips as you tucked your face into the crook of his neck. Jotaro let a quiet moment pass as he relished in the warmth of your body and the sweet smell of your shampoo.

His movements were awkward as he began moving a hand against your back, smoothing circles into the fabric of your shirt. He was out of his element, you both knew it, but it was exactly what you needed.

“Wanna talk?”

He felt you shake your head against his neck. Letting out a quiet hum, he pulled away from you slightly. As you looked up at him, eyebrows creased in confusion, Jotaro left a warm, loving kiss against your forehead.

Your head returned to his neck moments later and he was quick to rest his hand against the back of your head.

He may not always know what to do, but if nothing else, Jotaro loved you. Plain and simple.

#jotaro kujo imagine #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro imagine #jotaro x reader #jjba imagine #jjba x reader #jotaro is a big baby pass it on

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echo-of-sounds · 3 years

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comfort

Small drabbles of you comforting Toshi, Fatgum, and Gang Orca.

Sorry about the late upload. I wanted to get something out today, so I took a little extra time to finish this. Also, I hope you guys have a Happy New Year! Be safe if you’re doing anything tonight!

Yagi Toshinori

“Can we not watch this right now?”

“Uh, sure. Do you suddenly not enjoy The Evening Hero Gossip?” you asked. Toshi usually caught up on the city’s news and gossip as he wound down from his day. Right now, he was grimacing, subtly rubbing his side under the blanket. The small action caused regret over your taunting tone.

“No, I don’t.”

“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to tease you.”

“No, no, you didn’t do anything, sweetheart,” he falsely assured. His hand moved from his side to your thigh, giving it a loving pat. The weight still haunted his shoulders. It was identical to the weight he carried during his self-blaming, heavyhearted periods. “I’d rather watch a movie or something less bleak with dinner.”

You put the remote down, set aside your stir-fry, and faced him. “Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Toshi, I can tell something’s wrong. Did something happen today?” You nodded to his covered injury.

The fingers on your thigh clenched. He looked around the room, seemingly to find a way to move on. You cradled his hand and brought it to your lips. The kiss softened his stifling. Another one slumped his shoulders. A silent minute later, he sighed, “They said… One woman made a comment. I know she didn’t mean anything by it, and I know she wouldn’t intentionally insult me, but it was still discouraging.”

“What did she say?”

“They were talking about which Heroes are the most handsome, who’d be the best boyfriend, things like that.” He kneaded his eyes. You kissed his knuckles, knowing where this was heading. “One woman said I wasn’t much anymore since I lost my powers. She said I wasn’t attractive.”

“What?”

“Please, don’t get angry. She didn’t mean it. I’m sure… It was just one of those comets that blurt out before you realize how it could come across.”

“Did she at least apologize on Tv or social media or something?” The answer came as his hand retracting from yours and him sinking into the couch. You gently crawled onto his lap, letting him tuck into your neck. While you spoke, you brushed his hair, “Then it doesn’t matter her intentions. She needs to apologize. And I am angry at her.”

A faint laugh tickled your skin. Arms snaked around you, clasping behind to cling close. “You’re handsome, Toshi. You really are. I’m not just saying that cause we’re dating-” You kissed his forehead. “-Your jawline and eyelashes are worth killing for.”

His head lifted. “I thought you said my eyes were the best.”

“I did. They’re beautiful. But your jawline is just amazing,” you mumbled against the divine bone, sucking and nipping him. “Besides, you’re my boyfriend. That woman doesn’t get to see how sweet you are to me.”

His nose nudged yours. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I just love you. You’re caring and loving and attentive and thoughtful and empathetic-”

Toshi’s lips on yours silenced your complementing, breathing words of love back.

Toyomitsu Taishiro

“Hey!” you greeted Tai’s back.

He didn’t move when he responded with a lame ‘hey.’ No cheer or thrill heightened in his voice. It was incredibly odd, but gravely concerning too. Even after the hardest fights and longest days, he always acknowledged you with a love-filled smile.

You sat your bag on the counter. “Tai, are you okay?”

“I’m great.”

You plopped down beside him, stroking his arm, asking in a mellow tone to avoid being too pushy, “Are you sure?”

A brief film of water coated his eyes. Immediately, he blunk it away and nodded.

“Oh, baby.” Your fingers swept through his hair, running your nails along his scalp. He leaned into it. “Was it just a bad day?”

He nodded again.

You hopped up, offering your hands. “Come on.”

He grabbed them and stood, allowing you to lead him into the bedroom. You unzipped his sweatshirt. It flopped. The crinkly t-shirt was next, but you couldn’t reach high enough. With a small smile, he lifted it the rest of the way, revealing his belly and stretch marks. Hands shielded them as he laid on the bed. It gave you an inkling about his down mood.

You crawled up and smooched his cheek. He tried to return the kiss, but your lips drifted down his chin, landing on his sternum. You moved downward, seized his screening hands, and pleased them on his chest. Dark purple stria lined up his tummy from his pants, curving past his belly button.

“You’re so handsome, Tai.” You slowly kissed them. His stomach sucked in with a sharp inhale. He didn’t say anything while you praised the marks with your mouth. You took your time on each one. Softened, stretched skin lightly fluttered. Breaths gradually evened out, becoming accustomed to you.

In the silent room, you made your way up to his blushing smile, whispering again, “You’re so handsome.”

“Thank you,” he exhaled.

“Hmmm, I love you.”

“I love you too. Now, come here.” He bundled you within his arms and blankets, reciprocating the many kisses.

Gang Orca

The apartment door opened to a dark, freezing living room. Not even candles or technology lights blinked. “Hey, Kugo, you home?”

No reply came. Certain he had beaten you home, you called his name a few times. You wrapped a blanket around yourself and walked through the rooms, failing to see him anywhere. You almost gave in and called his phone when a flash of his elbow poked out from the balcony window.

Quietly sliding the door ajar, Kugo came into sight, hunched over on the bench, holding his head in his hands. Piles of soggy paperwork stacked on the table. A bundle of pens acted as a paperweight. Though street lights poorly lit the deck, you could make out shaking shoulders from the billow and wet clothing from the clumping snowflakes.

“Kugo, are you okay?”

He didn’t answer.

“Did something happen?”

The nod of his head was barely perceptible.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He didn’t answer.

Hiding your sigh, you brushed the snow from him, removed the blanket from your shoulders, and draped it over his. Once he was covered, you softly spoke, “I’ll make you some tea, honey. I’ll be right back.” You kissed the top of his head, whispering before heading back inside, “I love you.”

While the water heated, you prepared two cups: green with milk for you and chamomile with honey for him. Then you bundled up in a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and another blanket.

Kugo didn’t react when you returned or when you joined him on the bench. He stiffened at your presence. You didn’t comment, only extended the tea. “Here.”

A trembling hand accepted the steaming mug. A ‘thanks’ mumbled out.

“It’s no problem.”

The urge to scoot closer rose, but you weren’t sure if he’d want that. And he certainly wasn’t in the mood for conversing. A gust blew your blanket around. Both of you shivered. He shifted so your legs were touching. His hand laid out. Very, very slowly, you wrapped your fingers around two of his, tenderly, reassuringly squeezing them.

Once they curled, you snuggled close and said, “I love you, Kugo. I’m here for you.”

Kugo rumbled quietly amidst the wind, “Thank you.”

#all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x reader #fatgum #fatgum x reader #taishiro toyomitsu #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #gang orca #gang orca x reader #kugo sakamata #kugo x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha imagines

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sweetberrysmooch · 3 years

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HC: And There Was Only One Bed (Affectionate) [pt. 2]

(Zzzzzzz…..)

(Alright, second part done :V Not much to say here for now, but I hope you’re excited for the upcoming part to come out next ^^ And my ask box is always open, so feel free to drop in and chat any time! I’ll be seeing you :D)

Basic sleeping hcs with ya boys, and for a part two, outside home life? You’ll see what I mean lol

Characters: Quackity, George, Badboyhalo.

Warnings: Nightmares in Quackity’s part, but besides that we’re clean <3

Song Recommendation: Metamodernity- Vansire

Up Next- Sapnap, Philza, Fundy, Schlatt.

Enjoy your day guys! I do hope it be rockin :]

Quackity:

Quackity is one floppy motherfucker. You fall asleep with him spooning you, head nestled between your shoulder blades, hands holding yours in front of your middle, legs entangled, the whole shi-bang, but wake up with him starfishing half on the mattress at a weird angle that makes his neck sore for the rest of the day.

Each day is a new position for you to add to your ammunition of teasing against him, but he takes it in stride. He totally doesn’t wake you up halfway through the night by flinging himself over your middle, ‘asleep’ and snoring like a freight train. When you give up halfway through trying to stop him breathing and just fall asleep lying on his chest, he turns to mush and gets distracted playing with your hair. You don’t know why he seems so exhausted the next morning, and he only giggles dreamily at you when you ask.

While he’ll be the big spoon for as long as you want him to, there’s a special soft place in his heart for being the little spoon. Hold him, please. Pull him to your chest and gently run your fingers through his hair, rub his back and kiss every inch of his face until he’s down for the count. The easiest way to make him feel better after a bad day or an argument is to let him know you want him and love him. Just holding him at night guarantees that he’ll bring you a present the next day (like the inner stardew valley house husband he sometimes longs to be lmao).

It’s a 50/50 chance of waking up with Quackity or after him, seeing as he prefers to get up early to enjoy the quiet mornings before the rest of the smp wakes up. He gets ready, makes the both of you coffee (or tea, something to help wake you up), and watches the sky change color while he waits for you to come sit with him in the kitchen. The two of you try your best to assure a moment together before you go about your separate ways, sitting together and talking about what you have planned or what you might have for dinner later. It’s his favorite part of the day, aside from coming back home to your awaiting arms.

Another citrus-y smelling fellow. More orange than lemon, he bathes in the morning after he wakes up. You typically wake up right after he gets finished washing up, walking into the bathroom to hear him quietly humming while drying off his hair and wings. He’ll give you a small guilty grin and a good smooch on your forehead as an apology.

Another poor fellow with nightmares;; They’re a lot less frequent than they used to be now that you’ve gotten together (having someone to talk to and work through each others issues does WONDERS apparently) but when they hit, they hit him hard. You wake up from him twisting and turning right before he wakes up in tears. He doesn’t like to be touched afterwards, drawn in on himself and facing away from you, hiding his crying. When you leave to get him a glass of water and come back, he’s more grounded, crawling into your arms and accepting the drink gratefully. With his forehead pressed to your throat, taking small sips from his cup, he’ll tell you what his dream was about. Sometimes it’s Technoblade, sometimes Dream, mostly Schlatt though. His ex lingers on his mind more than he likes to admit, a deep sense of abandonment showing through his nightmares. Quackity struggles with sleeping for a few days after, afraid of what he might see when he closes his eyes again.

(You’ve fallen back asleep by now, hand paused in its ministrations and resting snugly in his hair. Things are warm and quiet and soft, and he feels safe again.

The nightmare still hovers fuzzily in the back of his mind, but for now he can ignore it, focusing on your slow breathing as it lulls him back to sleep.

His last thought before finally letting himself rest is how much he loves you, giving you one last squeeze in his tight embrace before relaxing into a much more stable slumber. ‘Gracias por todo mi amor.’)

George:

Impeccable skill of just falling asleep wherever and whenever. Before the two of you got close and started sharing a bed together, he really left his sleep schedule up to fate. He’d find a comfy spot and crash there for a few hours till he was awoken and would just repeat that a few hours later. Now that he has you, he makes more of an effort to stay awake during the day so he can sleep through the night next to your side. It more or less works, but occasionally he’ll have slept during the day and he wakes up in the middle of the night. As “punishment”, he sentences himself to waiting it out instead of getting up to do something because he truly wants to keep going to bed with you.

Not big on contact, likes having his space when he’s sleeping. Cuddling is nice every once in a while, but he prefers being able to breathe a little bit when falling asleep. He does, however, actively make the choice to hold your hand while he slips into slumberville. His grip isn’t too strong, nor is it very light, but a gentle mix between the two to try and remind you how much he loves you. You’ll wake up before him and his hand will still be holding yours, pulled to his chin as he sleeps. His breath fans your knuckles slowly, face eased of any stress, absolutely content.

George bathes…… probably. I’m just kidding, he fluctuates between bathing at night or in the morning because he just goes through phases of forgetting to when the time comes. His little mushroom home doesn’t come with a bathroom, seeing as its wholly empty (please if anyone has housing information on George or like. Any character at all please inform me please i beg-), so he’s limited to getting clean at a friend’s or your house. Typically yours. He keeps all of his valuables at your place once you start letting him sleep over there, tucking his clothes into your closet or in your dresser when he thinks you aren’t looking, leaving a toothbrush and his soap in your bathroom, hanging his armor up on an empty armor stand you have tucked away, all due to his inability to straight out ask if he can live with you.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to live with you, he practically does anyways, but there’s something in him that worries that you won’t like him if you’re forced to live with him permanently. He knows it can become… a bit much when you have to be around someone 24/7, but doesn’t realize that you pretty much already are around each other 24/7 lmao.

It takes a while but eventually he settles down and over dinner suggest that maybe you two should take it to the next level. His face is flushed pink and he keeps switching which leg he has crossed, but he takes your hand and quietly asks if he could start living with you. It’s a surprisingly sweet moment, even with your confusion (thinking you already DID live together), and of course you say yes.

He looks so relieved when you accept, and is kinda like, “I know this will be a difficult process but I’m very excited to become closer with you.” and then nothing changes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(It’s on the walk home when George finally processes that he now lives with you. It feels heavy on his heart, a mix of nervousness and excitement that makes him swallow hard and tighten his fingers around yours.

This isn’t the first time he’s spent the night at your place, nor is it the first time he’s crawled into bed with you and slept next to just because you let him, but it is his first night actually living with you. The moment feels brand new, as if it’s his first time visiting your house all over again.

He begins to wonder if maybe this was a mistake, maybe he’s moved too fast and maybe your regretting letting him live with you already and- He takes a hurried look at your face. You look… unbothered. Happy, even.

There’s this half hidden smile on your face that soothes his anxieties, drawing out his own fragile smile. He can’t wait to live with you.)

Bad:

Mmmmm, big man warm. A natural heat machine, no need for lots of blankets or heavier pajamas, Bad will take care of all your cold problems. Every night after you finish your shared nightly routine, you curl up in his arms, immediately becoming over come with his toasty embrace. It like when you get clothes out of the drier and just hug them to your chest, the warm, clean, smell good experience that Bad also delivers.

He’s got a pretty ingrained nightly schedule that he sticks to, and he always invites you to join him after you finish up dinner. It starts by cleaning up the house a little, washing the dishes, setting aside clothes for the next day, taking a quick bath, brushing his teeth, reading a few chapters from a new book he’s picked up, and then settling down to go to bed. He won’t push you to do it with him, but he does try to incorporate you into his routine when he can. Usually it’s just by doing something small, like reading together or massaging your shoulders, but sometimes he’ll ask you to join him when he bathes.

Bad bathes pretty often, always at night, and using a nice smelling soap that he makes himself. Like what was said above, he’ll sometimes ask you to join him when bathing. It’s not ever for any naughty means, but because he sees bathing as a very intimate and vulnerable activity for you to share. He won’t push it, understanding that it can be overwhelming to be so open, but if you do choose to join him, he’s so gentle with you. His hands are worked and calloused, but they’re soft when they run soap through your hair, his nails lightly scratching your scalp and running down the back of your neck. He practically purrs when you return the favor, giggling as your hands brush sensitive spots around his sides. Afterwards he becomes so cuddly and attached to your side, you fall asleep with him curled up on YOUR chest, trapped under him.

That being said, most nights he takes to being the big spoon. It’s more for convenience sake, seeing as he’s a good few feet taller than you are, but he also can appreciate being held and loved on after harsher days. He’s a lot like a weighted blanket, a nice heavy weight that keeps you warm and makes you feel loved <3 love this guy.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), you sometimes have.... Visitors. Bad is a hub for the homeless, bored, and nutty members of the smp. They flock to him like birds to the elderly, which means you have “children” to take care of for a day or two at a time :/. Dream and George aren’t regulars, per say, but Bad has a room set aside for either of them when they come over. To their credit, they do try to be polite when they come over, and will help in cooking dinner or cleaning up. Skeppy, however, is unlike Dream or George, in that he’s more of a third partner in your and Bad’s relationship.

Skeppy up and appears at random, no announcement, and makes himself comfortable any place where Bad is. Be it at your home or his, Skeppy eats your food, lounges on your furniture, hell, he even sleeps with you and Bad at night. You two share Bad’s chest whenever Skeppy is over. It’s so jarring at first, having to deal with having another boyfriend (because Skeppy will consider you to be apart of the thrupple after introductions), but he usually only stays for like 3 days before leaving to do whatever else he has planned. You don’t know if you should be worried or upset or what, but after a while it becomes kinda nice to have him around.

All in all Bad is great to sleep with <3

(Bad blows the lantern out on his bedside counter, shuffling under the cover beside you once the room was fully dark. You slung an arm over his chest instinctively, cuddling up into his side when his arm pulled up around your back and held you even closer.

You shivered pleasantly when he gently pressed a kiss into your hair, becoming sleepier and sleepier with each rise and fall of his wide chest. He sighs quietly and squeezes you, murmuring softly to you as you both fell asleep. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well.”)

Have a good evening! Do something nice for yourself tonight. You deserve it.

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #c: george #c: quackity #c: badboyhalo #georgenotfound x reader #quackity x reader #badboyhalo x reader #hc: and there was only one bed (affectionate)#woof #sorry this took so long to get out guys ^^;#lets hope pt.3 won't take as long!

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littlegnoblin · 3 years

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Happy Valentine’s Day to my best friend and other half @donestiel

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Dean comes home from work to find Cas and Jack sitting at the table, red heart-shaped lollipops strewn in front of them.

He gives Cas a quick kiss. “You trying to give the kid a sugar rush or what?”

“Daddy! It’s for Valemtime’s Day!” Jack yells excitedly, hopping off his chair to hug Dean’s legs.

“It’s pronounced valentine, Jack.”

“I don’t know, valemtime kinda has a nice ring to it,” Dean says. Jack beams up at him and he can’t help but ruffle his hair.

“Yes, well, the holiday has become so bastardized that I suppose renaming it wouldn’t hurt.” Cas squints at the box the candy came in. “Does no one find it odd that their children are passing around cards demanding others belong to them?”

Dean sits down and pulls Jack into his lap, flipping through the little pink cards. “I don’t know that you’re supposed to think about it that hard, dude.” He comes across a card that reads ‘kiss me’ and holds it up. “This, on the other hand-- they’re five, what the hell do they need to be kissin’ for?”

“I want kisses!” Jack protests.

“You’re a little kiss monster.” Cas leans in and presses a big, exaggerated smooch to Jack’s cheek. “How was that? Did it satisfy the beast?”

Jack giggles and nods enthusiastically.

“Hey, I’m gonna need to sample one of those kisses myself. Make sure they’re regulation-- standard procedure.”

“Is that right?”

“‘Fraid so,” Dean says with a shit eating grin.

He’s expecting a goofy kiss like the one he gave Jack but Cas uses his thumb to tilt Dean’s chin just so and kisses him deeply.

They break apart when two tiny hands push at their faces and Jack tells them to knock it off.

“This is what Valentine’s Day is all about, champ. Besides, I thought you liked kisses.”

“You guys do it gross.”

Dean smiles and bounces his eyebrows at Cas, who rolls his eyes but can’t hide the small curl of his mouth.

“Perhaps your father will help you write your classmates’ names on the cards while I get dinner ready.”

“I can cook,” Dean says quickly. The thought of Cas’ last attempt at cooking has his stomach churning and he’s pretty sure feeding that toxic waste to Jack would be considered child abuse.

Cas holds up a cardboard box. “It’s frozen pizza.”

“Alright, I’ll do babysitting duty. Just make sure you take the plastic off this time.”

“It’s not babysitting when it’s your own child and that was one time.”

“One time too many,” Dean mutters.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing, dear.”

Cas glares at him. “I expect you to eat a healthy portion of salad along with your pizza tonight.”

“You making it yourself or is it bagged?”

The glare intensifies.

Jack tugs on his sleeve. “Daddy, did you like doing valentine’s stuff in school?”

“Nah, it, uh-- it wasn’t really a thing when I was your age.”

That’s a blatant lie but Dean’s not going to tell him the truth and bum him out. What five year old wants to hear that their dad didn’t do Valentine’s Day exchanges because there was barely enough money for food, let alone candy, and he never really stuck around any school long enough to get included in the holiday stuff. Shit’s depressing.

“So you never got no cards or nothin’?”

“Nope.” Dean never got cards but he did get invited under the bleachers a few times in high school to unwrap a different kind of present. He’s not telling him that either, though.

“That sucks. Can I have a lollipop?”

“Nice try, kid.” Dean taps on the card in front of them. “Get to writing.”

He oversees the careful labelling of the cards, reminding Jack to double check the list of names anytime he spells something wrong and corrects a few backwards letters. They debate who gets what card and Jack complains that he has to give one to Tom who keeps cutting him in line.

Cas rejoins them in the middle of Jack’s impassioned rant, hiding his smile behind his hand.

“While I agree that Tom is a-- what was it you called him?”

“A butthead.”

“Yes, right, a butthead. While I agree he is a butthead, unfortunately I think you need to be the bigger person. Maybe this will even convince him to stop cutting in line and you two can be friends.”

“No way. I don’t wanna be friends with Tom.”

“You never know,” Dean says. “I didn’t like your dad when we first met, but I think he’s a pretty okay guy now.”

Jack looks at him wide eyed. “You didn’t like Daddy?”

“No way, he was a butthead.”

“It was more of a misunderstanding,” Cas explains.

“Oh is that what we’re calling it?”

Cas lifts an eyebrow and stares him down. “What would you call it, Dean?”

Shit, that should not be so hot.

“Not the point; the point is that I didn’t think I would ever like your dad and now we’re married. Things change.”

Jack furrows his brows, considering. “I don’t want to marry Tom.”

Dean snorts. “You don’t have to. In fact, please don’t. His mom is a nightmare.” Cas kicks him under the table. “What! She is!”

“You don’t have to marry him and you don’t have to be friends with him,” Cas says, ignoring Dean completely, “but you do have to give him a card and some candy.”

Jack grumbles but does as he’s told. Dean’s legs are starting to fall asleep but he’s become increasingly aware of how fast Jack is growing up and soon-- way too fucking soon, if you ask him-- he won’t be sitting in his lap at all so he silently resigns to not feeling his legs for the next ten minutes.

“All done!” Jack yells and throws his hands in the air.

“Sweet, now let's stick some candy in these bad boys and call it a night.”

“Wait, there’s a extra, what should I do with it?”

“Is there anyone who’s not in your class that you’d like to give a valentine to?”

Jack gasps and slaps a hand over Dean’s eyes, nearly poking one out in the process. “Close your eyes, Daddy!”

Dean dutifully closes his eyes until Jack tells him he’s finished. He slowly opens one eye and sees the pink card held about an inch from his face.

“For me?” he gasps dramatically.

“Yes!”

The front of the card reads ‘You’re the best!’ and when he opens it, he finds ‘Daddy’ written in some of the neatest handwriting from Jack he’s ever seen. Beneath it he’s signed his name, the K backwards like it always is on his first try.

“I gave it to you because you never had one before and also you’re the best daddy ever, who makes me yummy chocolate chip pancakes and cheeseburgers and does funny voices for bedtime stories,” Jack explains.

Dean wraps his arms around his son and rests his cheek on top of his head, his heart feeling fit to burst. “Thank you, Jack. I’m gonna keep this forever.” And he means it.

“Welcome. Can I have a lollipop now?”

Cas points at Dean. “He gets that from you.”

After the valentines are carefully put away and they’ve had dinner (plastic free and edible, which Cas seems proud of), Jack gets a bath and is tucked in bed. Dean and Cas spend the rest of the night sprawled out on the couch watching reruns of Doctor Sexy and drinking beer. Party city.

When the Doctor Sexy reruns switch to Jeopardy, Dean knows it’s officially midnight.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I guess.”

They tip their bottles together.

“I hope I didn’t disappoint you by not planning anything,” Cas says, picking at the label on his beer.

“What? No, of course not. We never do anything. I thought we were on the same page about avoiding that shit after our first Valentine’s together.”

They both shudder thinking about the sweaty cupid ‘handshake’.

“We are, but we never actually discussed it and I…” Cas pauses and tilts his head. “I think having Jack around and seeing the world through his eyes, experiencing things in a new way, it makes me wonder if we’re not missing out on some of the little things.”

“Hey, we appreciate lots of the little things-- like you not cooking frozen pizza with the plastic still on.”

“Dean.”

“Okay, okay. So you sayin’ you wanna celebrate now?”

“Sam and Eileen do.”

“Sam and Eileen are saps. And they don’t have a five year old running around.”

Cas makes a sound of agreement and softly strokes the back of Dean’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “You make a fair point. In all honesty, I don’t want to do anything extravagant but I would like to take the opportunity to remind you how much I love you. Am I allowed to be sappy for a moment?”

Dean clears his throat. “Yeah, I guess you deserve one day to get it all out.” He puts their bottles down and faces his husband. “Lay it on me, big guy.”

Instead of looking annoyed, Cas just looks fond. “You know, it’s ironic that a man as full of love as you are is so quick to dismiss any sentimentality. You are a fascinating creature.” A thumb sweeps under his eye where he’s got permanent dark circles and settles at the corner where his lines get deeper every day. It makes Dean want to squirm but he holds still under the reverent touch. “Perhaps that’s why I never stood a chance.”

“C’mon, man,” Dean says, dropping his eyes to the couch.

“Hush, I’m allowed, I’ll have you know. My husband gave me explicit permission.”

“Well, your husband is thinking about rescinding the offer.”

“I love you.”

Cas says it with such conviction that Dean can’t help but look back at him, at his bright eyes and soft smile; at the evidence of his love written all over his face.

“I love you, endlessly, Dean Winchester. For everything that you are; the good and the bad. From the moment I saw your soul in hell, so bright it was almost blinding, I knew I would never be the same. You breathed life into me, gave me meaning and purpose, taught me the value of love, and you did it all, selflessly, simply by being the man that you are.” Cas draws him close, presses their foreheads together. “I can never give back all that you’ve given me but I promise you will have my love until we are nothing but a forgotten memory, and longer still.”

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and they breath together in the small space between them.

“You can’t-- you can’t just say shit like that,” he whispers.

“And why not?”

“Because it’s not true, first of all.” Cas opens his mouth to argue but Dean covers it with his hand and hurries on. “You’ve already given all of that back and more. God, Cas, if it weren’t for you I’d have been dead years ago. I needed to stick around-- to take care of Sammy, to stop whatever or whoever was trying to end the world next-- but you… you made me want to live. Really live, not just survive, you know? I fuckin’ love you, man.”

Cas pushes Dean’s hand away and presses his lips against Dean’s fervently.

When they finally break apart for desperately needed air, they both pretend they aren’t sniffling like little girls.

“You happy now? Can we go back to not doing this?”

Cas laughs. “I hadn’t planned on making it quite so emotional, I apologize. You always bring out the most in me.”

“Ugh, enough,” Dean groans, shoving Cas’ smiling face away. “You aren’t allowed to say anything even approaching romantic for the next twenty four hours, capiche?”

“I can agree to that, as long as I’m allowed to give you a gift later.”

“I thought you said you didn’t plan anything?”

“It’s nothing big.” Cas’ fingers sneak under Dean’s shirt and trail along his stomach, dipping to his waistband. “I just happened to walk by Victoria’s Secret and see a pair of pink satin panties in the window.”

Dean’s heart beats a little faster. “Oh yeah?” he says breathlessly. “Not gonna lie, that seems more like a present for you.”

Cas hums and leans over Dean, forcing him to lie back on the couch. “Well then I suppose I’ll just have to do whatever you want while you wear them.”

When he kisses him he tastes like cherry candy and Dean thinks could learn to like this holiday.

#spn #destiel #deancas #bend-me-shape-me #sweatercas #rambleoncas #acklesy #alivedean #userpris #usersila #goodthingsclara #shelikestv #hope you guys dont mind me tagging you!!!#sarah writes

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whatifxwereyou · 3 years

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The Oncoming Storm Part 26: Sick

Liu Kang x Reader and Kung Lao x Reader (gonna do both, two paths!)

You finally see where they sleep and get to take care of them a little bit. Finally. And Kung Lao is back! Yay!

A/N: I missed writing Kung Lao so much, I didn't realize how much until I was writing him again. He feeds into my sarcastic insides. My biggest suggestion for reading anything I write is to add sarcasm in your head. Lol. Hope you guys are doing well! I got home yesterday but had this chapter prepped and ready to go since I knew I'd be jetlagged today. Smooches.

Part 25 Part 27 Chapter Index

You rejoined Liu Kang who had very much still been watching you. He no longer made any attempt to hide it.

“Everything alright?” He looked weary. You couldn’t un-notice it.

“Yeah. Chen wanted to catch up, but I told her later.” Was it just you or had he gotten paler? You touched his forehead with the back of your hand, and he was radiating heat. But Liu Kang was always a little warmer than most. He pulled your hand away from his forehead and chuckled under his breath.

“I’m fine, Y/N.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting it go. “Careful down here, by the way. The monks can be a little…” He drifted off.

“Yeah, they’re huge drama queens and gossips. I know. You have no idea how much I know.”

“Yes.” He kept his eyes on the floor ahead of you, as if to purposely avoid eye contact with you. “They are all very nice, but they are also… as you put it… dramatic.”

“I can handle it. I think they’re kind of funny. Besides, I got used to being gossiped around as a kid.” You walked slowly with him through the halls, not exactly sure where you were headed, dragging your bag behind you. “How are you feeling?”

“What, are you worried about me?” He grinned mischievously.

“I am never going to live that down, am I?” You groaned.

“Nope. But it is very sweet that you do. I’m okay. I don’t feel like I have a fever. I’m sore and tired but it has been a wild few days, Y/N.”

“It has been.” You walked, somewhat aimlessly. “Are you going to rest?”

“Yes. Doctor’s orders.”

“How very well behaved of you.”

“My constitution is usually reliable when it comes to illness but if Kung Lao has that high a fever, then I should be careful. Usually, I’d ignore these orders for a little fever but I’m taking the effects of these artifacts very seriously. I know my limits. I don’t know theirs.”

“Is it okay if I make sure that you get back to your room to rest?”

“Oh?” He stopped walking and so you did the same. He stepped closer to you and stood over you and you straightened your posture in response. He tilted your chin up to him, pushing his boundaries with. He smirked which was the most beautiful expression you ever saw him make. “Worried?”

“Oh, god.” You made a sound of disgust. “Yes. Okay? I’m worried about you. Are you happy now?”

“Very.” Liu considered and then resumed his walk next to you. You joined him, relieved that you’d finally kept your composure in front of him. Liu Kang getting that closer to you? He knew what he was doing. You were beginning to think that they both knew exactly what they were doing and were in cahoots! They were cahooting! “I’m fine, Y/N, but yes you may accompany me.”

“I’m sorry for all of that, by the way.” You followed his lead down the hall and up a flight of stairs. “The worry thing, that is. I don’t mind that you worry about me. You were right. I got so far in my head that I was up my own ass.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. I know this has been difficult. I appreciate you taking the time to clarify things. I’m still going to tease you about it. I’m not sorry for that.” Liu led you through a door at the end of the hall. You stopped in the doorway to take in his space. His windows were covered with various draped cloths. There were scrolls hung on the walls, shelves of books, a desk, prayer beads, incense, and a prayer mat nearby. His bed was neatly made.

“It’s funny. This is exactly how I pictured your room.”

“Oh?” Liu turned to you in surprise. “You pictured it, did you?”

“I did. I pictured more books though.” You rolled your eyes at him as he teased you but couldn’t help but smile. You liked that he was teasing you a little bit. It was cute.

“I donate most of my books to the library when I’m done with them to share with everyone so that was not an incorrect assumption.” He sat on the edge of his bed and rested his elbows on his knees, hand over his left eye.

“Are you okay?” You risked being teased to worry about him again, crouching in front of him to catch his gaze.

“Headache.” He was looking gray.

“I’ll be right back.” You left his room, abandoning your little bag. You felt his eyes on you until they could no longer be. On each floor there were several rooms where waterflow had been setup in a rudimentary system that you were thankful for. You found the closest one to Liu’s room, filled a bowl with cold water, grabbed a clean cloth, and then returned to his room. You set the bowl on the little table next to his bed and then dipped the cloth in it. Then you wrung it out and gently dabbed at his forehead and held it next to his eye in hopes it would offer him some relief from the headache. He was watching you with deep admiration. It radiated from him. Sometimes Liu didn’t have to say what he was thinking because you could just tell.

“Thank you.”

“Just returning the favor.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“I know. I want to help you though.”

Liu laid back on his bed and you sat on the edge of it next to him and brushed his hair away from his face gently. You could see why he enjoyed doing that to you. “You can stay with me if you want.” You mentally revisited that morning almost immediately and decided you should clear your head instead.

“I’ll stay until I’m sure that you’re resting. If you want, I can read to you the way that you used to for me.”

“I’d like that.”

You stood and perused his books.

There were a handful set atop the bookshelf that were about Huangshan and then even more about ancient curses. You took the book about Huangshan and found where he’d marked in the middle of the book and sat next to him again. You rested the book in your lap, took the wet cloth, and rested it on his forehead, above his eye. His skin was hotter than usual. The fever had gotten worse even over the few minutes that it had taken you to get to his room.

Then you read to him, trying to be as clear and concise as he had been. It was soothing to watch him as he listened to you. He rested one hand on your lap and closed his eyes. Before you knew it, he had fallen asleep. You closed the book and marked your spot. Liu was pale and you took the cloth from his face. Hopefully, the fever didn’t last very long but it had also felt wonderful to take care of him. You knew you didn’t owe him anything, but it was nice to be able to return his kindness.

You sat with him for a few more moments then set the book on the nightstand, tucked him in, and left. Now you just had to find and check on Kung Lao. You dragged your bag behind you deciding you would blindly search the same floor. Besides, this would keep you busy and well, a 104 fever was nothing to laugh at.

You didn’t have to search for long. When you turned the corner, there was Kung Lao, walking right toward you.

“Hey you! You seen Liu?” Kung Lao was pale and had bags beneath his eyes. You could tell with one look at him that he was clammy. Even his usually rosy lips were ashen.

“Yes, but he’s asleep. Not feeling well.” You gestured behind you and then stepped closer and poked his chest. “You are as white as a sheet, Kung Lao.”

“I’m fine. Are you doing okay? I was worried after you left, and I came down with this annoying fever.”

“Unlike you, I am actually fine. Whatever this is? It hit you guys. I dodged it.”

“Because you’re already cursed, right? So, you’re used to feeling like garbage all the time?”

“Wow, that makes me feel great. Thanks, Lao. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“I need to talk to Liu first.”

“Well, Liu is sleeping. Talk to him tomorrow.”

“Fine,” he whined, pouting and batting his eyelashes. “But it’s important!”

“Is this something that I could help you with in his stead? I’m going to insist that you let him rest.”

“Well, I need to talk to Liu about something, but you can take my temperature so that I don’t have to go back to the stupid infirmary. Then you could lie to them and tell them I’m fine. Wait, scratch that, you’re a terrible liar. They’ll never believe you.”

“I don’t understand why you hate it there so much. They’re nice.” You placed the back of your hand to his forehead and pulled it back in alarm. “Yeah, wow, you are on fire. Please got to bed. I can’t force you, but I can annoy you until you do.”

“Dammit. Stupid bell,” he grumbled.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to go get some medicine to help with it or something?”

“No. I won’t. You took my temperature. That counts as checking in.” Kung Lao snapped and you cocked an eyebrow in surprise. “Fine. Okay. Yeah. You know what? Fine.” He sighed and pulled off his hat long enough just to push his sweaty hair back. “They’re very nice. You’re right. I know that but I don’t like being confined there or poked at or told what to do. And I don’t care for doctors in general.”

“Why? They’re just trying to help.”

He avoided your eyes and looked at his feet with a pout. “Bad memories.”

“Childhood trauma? Lao…”

“Memories of someone who had a rough time with doctors.”

“What? Me? I’m the cause of all this?”

“Of course, you. You used to come back from those stupid doctors crying or feeling worse off from a treatment for something that wasn’t treatable with medicine.” He looked very much like a defiant child in that moment.

“They were trying to help me, Kung Lao. They had never meant to hurt me.”

“Yeah, well I hated watching you suffer. So there.”

“Wow,” you laughed beneath your breath. Honestly, you were a little touched. You’d had no idea that the short time you’d spent together as kids had such a profound impact upon him. It had on you too, you supposed. No man had ever stood up to Kung Lao. At least not before Liu Kang. “It’s kind of sweet.”

“No, it’s very not sweet.”

“It’s a lot sweet, actually.”

“Please stop.”

“Come on, Kung Lao. You need rest.” You decided not to tease him in his moment of weakness. You would hold onto that information for later though. When he was feeling better, all bets were off. You grabbed his arm and began to guide him in the direction that he’d been coming from.

“Where are you taking me? To your room? To force me to rest?” He grinned.

“No, I’m expecting you to guide me back to your room so that I can force you to rest.”

“Oh, that is closer I guess.” He gestured behind him and turned you around and then stopped to sway and regain his balance. He really was sick. You needed to get him to bed. “This way. Though, I don’t need to go to bed. I’m fine.” Despite his objections he led you down the hallway and presumably toward his room.

“Says the man who almost fell over just turning around. Do you want to end up back in the infirmary?”

“No,” he snapped again.

“Then you need to rest, Lao.”

“Yes, mom.” He rolled his eyes but then turned a corner and led you into the room just on the other side of it. You were surprised when he opened the door. It was tidy. And organized. He had a collection of weapons on one wall, a prayer mat that looked like it had never been used, and a series of ropes tied from wall to wall on one side of the room that you guessed were for movement practice. His bed was unmade but everything else was put away.

“I did not expect this.”

“What?”

“I expected chaos.”

“I have been trained my whole life to be disciplined, Y/N. To have control and respect.”

“Not in my experience with you.”

He laughed and then held his sore side and coughed with a whine. You heaved a sigh and he slowly turned his gaze and whined. “Okay, so maybe I need rest.”

“Uh, yeah.” You nudged his shoulder carefully. “You went through so many doors the other day and now… this fever. Rest will help.”

“Fine.” He kicked off his shoes and then crawled into bed. It was clear to you that he was trying to save face by not whining or wincing as he laid back. It was cute. You tucked him in, and he shivered. You sat next to him. He admired you and then nodded toward his side.

“You still confused?”

You turned your gaze and stiffened up. “We don’t need to talk about that right now. You need rest.”

“That’s a big ol’ yes.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m cold. Thought maybe you could keep me warm.” He batted his eyelashes at you again. “Kiss me and make me feel better?” He couldn’t keep a straight face while he said it.

“I’m leaving now, Lao.” You stood and he reached for your hand to stop you. It was wrapped in gauze.

“Y/N?” His playful tone had faded.

“What?”

“Stay until I’m asleep? No funny business, I promise.”

How could you say no to that? You’d melted. “Yeah, I can do that.” You sat on the floor next to his bed, resting your back against it. You sat quietly and he tucked his arm back beneath the blankets.

“…did you kiss Liu again?”

“You’re making it really hard for me to stay, Lao.”

He laughed. “So defensive. Okay.” He tilted his head toward you so you turned and leaned with your arms resting against his mattress. He’d done the same for you on more than one occasion. Your grandma wouldn’t let him in on days where you’d been particularly ill or had a bad visit to the doctor. So, he had instead climbed in through your bedroom window and sat next to your bed, arms folded just like yours were now. He’d made you laugh. Stayed with you while you’d slept. You’d forgotten about those tender moments. In your grief, you had forgotten many things about him. “Thanks for not bailing on me when I’m frustrating.”

“You should be grateful.” You teased but in truth you had no real desire to leave until after you were certain he was resting. It didn’t take long. Only moments after he’d allowed his body to rest, he’d fallen asleep. He had needed it. You waited some time afterward to make certain he was really sleeping and not just faking it. He couldn’t be trusted.

He was sweet when he slept.

You had to make your choice. There was no more putting it off.

You’d mull over it the remainder of the day while they rested and then you would decide. You weren’t sure how you were going to make that decision or how you would tell them about it but you would figure it out. You weren’t scared of it anymore.

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lordabovehelpme · 3 years

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Daylight- Din Djarin x Reader

Amazing and spectacular moodboard done by @jedi-jesi

A/n: Here’s another part for my Days filled with Love series!!! I hope you guys like it!

Warnings: children, breastfeeding.

You can find the first part here. :)

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Rolling out of bed, you groan. Tobbi, your newborn son, has started crying once again in the middle of the night.

“Cyare?” Your husband's arms reach out at the loss of your warmth. His voice is groggy and yet it still makes you weak in the knees.

“I’ll be right back, your son is crying again.”

A huff of amusement falls from his lips. “My son?”

Smiling, you lean over him and press a kiss to his lips. He hums and his arms wrap around your shoulders. “Yes, your son.”

Peeling yourself from his embrace you walk over to the cribs attached to the wall of the main hull. Tobbi has his arms outstretched and his legs are kicking. Isabet, your newborn daughter, is still dead asleep. You swear she could sleep through anything.

Picking up Tobbi, you hug him to your chest and start shushing him. His loud sobs start to turn into whimpers. “What’s wrong buddy?” Giving him a look, you lift his bottom to your nose and give a whiff. “You don’t need to be changed. Oh, are you hungry?”

His eyes peer up at you and he hiccups, cheeks still wet from his tears. Little chubby fingers pull at the neckline of your shirt.

Crawling back into bed, you rest your back against the wall and pull your shirt over your head. Almost instantly, Tobbi latches onto you. A large warm palm lifts from the abyss of blankets and rests on the back of his son.

His head lifts from the blankets and you suppress a laugh. Soft brown curls rest messily, framing his face perfectly. His eyelids are still closed and yet a small smile graces his features. Another hand reaches for your thigh and pulls at the flesh.

Letting out a groan, he rests his head atop your lap. Your hand starts to comb through his hair and a wet kiss is pressed to the skin of your thigh in gratitude.

Small fingernails scratch at your chest and Tobbi’s eyes stare up at you. “Hey handsome.” Leaving your husband's hair, you brush the small tuft of brown curls he was born with.

“That’s my name.” You can hear the pout in his voice and a small nip is inflicted to the same spot on your thigh. His hands wrap around your waist and pull you as close as he can to you.

Laughing quietly, you move your hand back to your husband's head. “He does look exactly like you, as all your children do. It’s not fair.”

You can feel his smile on your legs.

Tobbi slaps your chest, trying to get your attention back on him. “Little bugger is greedy.”

“Just like you.”

His head launches up from your lap to stare at you. “Me?” A glint of mischief dances through his eyes. But before he can do anything, a wail comes from the other crib. Climbing out of the bed he points at you, “This isn’t over.”

You watch as he disappears behind the corner and the wails grow louder as they get closer. Soon enough, he crawls back under the covers, baby and all. Tobbi finally releases you and a small sigh comes from him. Smiling you trace his nose, your heart swelling with love for him. “Here, trade me. Burp him, because she’s probably hungry too.”

Taking his son from your arms, he places your daughter in them. Just as your son did earlier, she latches onto your other breast. However, her eyes remain closed.

“Hey little man.” Grabbing an old shirt, he places it over his shoulder and then carefully raises his son's face to the covered area. Small confident pats are given to his back.

You remember when Myles was a newborn, Din didn’t want to even touch him in fear of hurting him. Yet, here he is, being like the hottest dad you’ve ever laid eyes on. “I love you so much.”

His eyes lock onto yours and he leans forwards, catching your lips in a small kiss. “Love you too cyare.” You both just smile back at each other.

“Mommy?” You jump slightly and quickly pull the sheet up over your chest, doing the best you can to cover yourself.

“What are you doing up?” Your husband turns to Reeza and quickly lifts her onto the bed, not breaking his steady rhythm of pats on Tobbi’s back.

“I heard Issy crying.” She rubs her eyes before climbing onto her father and sitting herself in his lap, wrapping her tiny arms around his waist. A burp falls from Tobbi’s mouth and you see your husband's proud smile. “Ew.”

Your husband laughs, “We had to do the same thing with you.” He ruffles her hair and places Tobbi on your lap, making sure his head and neck are supported. Picking Reeza up, he climbs off the bed. “Let’s go tuck you back in. Say night to Mommy.”

He turns to face the kids bunks so Reeza can look at you. “Night Mommy. Night Tobbi.” She sends a glare to the bundle at your breast. “Night Issy.”

Biting back a smile, you blow her a kiss. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

After a few minutes, he returns to you. Picking Tobbi back up he moves to walk him over to the crib. You watch as the stoic mandalorian presses a kiss to his sleeping son's forehead and then brings his forehead to meet his own. His lips move, telling you that he is saying something but you are too far away and it is too quiet for you to hear what words were uttered.

Rounding the corner, your husband leaves your view for a minute only to arrive again. Grabbing the base of the sheet, he slowly pulls the fabric away from your chest. His eyes land on his daughter, but you don’t miss the quick glance he had to your exposed skin.

His hand grabs your foot and starts to press into the arch. Groaning, you let your head rest on the wall behind you. Strong fingers rub up, down, and around your foot, easing away all your pain. When he decides that he was given enough attention to that foot, he moves to the other.

You feel Isabet’s sucking start to slow down, the telltale sign of her being full. Soon enough, her mouth releases you and one of her expressive brown eyes open. Reaching for the old shirt Din had used, your hands are swatted away.

“Let me, cyare. You need to get some rest.” Smiling at him with heart eyes, you hand him your daughter. Going through the same process, he pats her back. After a few minutes she lets out a burp and her body immediately falls into a slumber.

After putting her back down, he crawls up to you. His lips attach to your own, giving you a few smooches before resting his head in the spot between your neck and your shoulder.

“Wait, I need to put a shirt on.”

“Why? I’m not wearing a shirt. Plus, I like you like this.” His hands trail up to softly palm at the sensitive muscles on your chest.

“Din, you’re insufferable.” Grabbing his wrists and setting them back at his sides you feel him pout.

“Come on, we haven’t done anything for years!”

“Years?” Your eyebrows raise and your voice carries your amusement.

“Practically, come on. They’re all asleep. I checked. We can just be quiet and no one will know besides us.” His mouth attaches to that one spot on your neck that he knows gets you in the mood.

Biting your lip, you weigh the pros and cons in your head. “Fine, but we have to be quick, I can see the daylight starting to peek through.”

His head lifts from your neck and he smiles like a kid in a candy shop. “Maker, I love you.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him to your lips. He growls before his lips start to move back down your body. “Love you too.”

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Next Part: Mother’s Day

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wastelandlovingscenarios · 4 years

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hancock, maccready, and deacon react to sole kissing them/them kissing sole~

prompt 17: “I remember kissing you, why do I remember kissing you?”

i got so many requests for 17, and i can’t blame y’all. this shit is cute as heck. anyways i hope you guys enjoy! ❤️ i changed deacons own a little just to give it variety.

crushing reacts got me crying with happiness. (yes these turned out long)

MacCready:

“he should be fine now,” doctor amari commented, giving sole a small, reassuring smile, “we had to put him under drugs to calm him down but we managed to remove the bullet either way. you can go see him.” sole nodded, thanking the doctor before walking past her to enter the room. they turned the knob slightly and carefully opened the door to avoid waking mac up. the sight of him laying on the bed, all bandaged up on his shoulder made them cringe, knowing that the recovery time would be nothing but a big bitch for the next few weeks. mac was probably gonna whine about it for long while and they wouldn’t be able to hear the end of it.

slowly, they walked over to him and sat on the chair next to the bed, observing his features as he slept peacefully. they ran their fingers softly against his cheek, admiring how handsome the mercenary was but jolted in surprise when maccreadys hand caught theirs a little too quickly.

mac opened his eyes and locked eyes with sole, who stuttered an apology while blushing. he smiled at them and pressed his cheek against their palm, their apologies soon dying from the sudden contact. “i like it.” he muttered, continuing to stare up at sole with dazed eyes. their eyes softened at his expression- he looked so out of it and definitely did not look like he was in pain. the drugs were probably still active at that very moment and he wasn’t realizing half the things he was doing nor saying. sole lightly brushed their thumb over his cheek, earning a soft, pleased sigh from mac who closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. his hand squeezed theirs a little tighter in response and sole chuckled.

there was this long, tranquil pause between the two until mac opened his eyes. sole let out a small, “hm?” before he sent them a woozy smile, “can you kiss me?” sole blinked in surprise, their mouth opening and closing a few times before responding. “that’s the drugs talking for you, mac so im gonna have to say no.” he pouted as he shifted in his bed. “would you say no to me if i was sober?” soles face grew crimson as they bit their lip in wonder. it’s not like mac would remember their response once he sobered up, so it wouldnt hurt to be honest. “i wouldn’t say no, but-“ before another word could leave their mouth, he wrapped his hand around their wrist, pulling them and closed the distance. sole looked at mac in astonishment as he pressed into the kiss gently, his hand traveling towards their hair.

despite their words, they didn’t pull away and instead, closed their eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the warmth that was shared between the two. mac pulled away slowly, opening his eyes to meet with soles crimson face. he moved his hand down to caress their cheek softly before letting out soft smile. they snapped back into reality and pushed maccready back down onto the bed gently. “rest up, okay?” mac kept his hand on their arm firmly, “can you stay with me?” they nodded, intertwining their fingers with his. “goodnight mac.”

“goodnight sole.”

mac groaned in discomfort, the pain finally catching up to him. he threw an arm over his eyes, hearing the sound of footsteps rush over to him quickly and the familiar sweet sound of soles voice. “hey now, don’t move too much. your stitches might open up.” mac lowered his arm and opened his eyes slowly, his vision clearing after a few seconds. “sole?” they laughed softly and placed the food on the table near him. “hey there. how are you feeling?” sole pushed his hair out of his face, wiping off any sweat he had on his forehead with the towel nearby. mac flushed at the contact, his voice weak. “like shit.”

“as you should.” they chuckled, dabbing his forehead. “you should get more rest, you still look tired. you did lose a lot of blood anyway.” their eyes flickered from his forehead to his eyes, a small blush appearing on their cheeks. “do you remember anything that happened?”

“it’s hazy.” he muttered, closing his eyes as he attempted to recollect his memories. sole let out a small hum. he remembered there were figures hovering over him, trying to remove the bullet and him conversing with sole, but couldn’t quite remember what was said. all seemed to be normal until a particular memory popped up into his mind and a sickening feeling twisted in his stomach. he looked up at sole with half lidded eyes, his body way too weak to properly react to the discovery. with a strained voice, he murmured, “i remember kissing you. why do i remember kissing you?”

sole froze for a second, meeting eyes with mac as a blush appeared on their cheeks. “um, cause you kinda did..” he blushed lightly, guilt clearly written all over his face. if it wasn’t for the bullet wound on his shoulder, he would be screaming the apologies instead with a more panicked reaction. “i-i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to, i- uh,-“

sole shook their head and cupped his cheeks, brushing it with their thumbs reassuringly. “don’t apologize. i loved it.” they coughed nervously, “if that means anything.”

he let out a breath of relief, smiling up at them like a child. mac gripped their sleeve gently, “i couldn’t tell. i was too drugged up to notice.” he whispered quietly, “maybe we should try again?”

they grinned happily and leaned in without another word.

Hancock:

goodneighbor was full of life and energy at the moment, a ‘small’ party being thrown for the mayors birthday. there were definitely a handful of people partying out in the streets and inside the third rail, music loudly blaring and people chattering with one another. it was your typical celebration full of alcohol and drugs.

sole was one of the many individuals who fell victim to the drinks being passed around and became intoxicated themselves, hancock gladly watching after them in case anything were to happen. their professionalism was now thrown to side as they happily laughed and jumped around like a child, clinging onto the mayor more than they usually would. it’s not like hancock minded or anything, this was probably the closest he was ever gonna get to holding sole. he stood near them with his arms crossed, watching as they played a round of beer pong with his fellow residents. sole clung onto his arm, happily calling him name.

“hancock!” they slurred, tapping his arm excitedly, “look ‘m gonna make this shot!” he chuckled and ruffled their hair. “i’m watching. can’t take my eyes off someone so breathtaking anyway.” a shy giggle escaped their lips and they stuck a tongue out, focusing on their aim to hit the cup ahead of them. they threw the ball and missed completely due to their intoxication, letting out a childish point once it bounced off the rim.

“dang it..” they whined in defeat, resting their head on hancock’s shoulder. he felt them grab his arm tightly against their body and he let out a smile, finding their behavior rather adorable.

“hey now, we could always try again.” he reassured them, grabbing the ball that sat on the edge of the table. hancock placed the ball onto their palm, enclosing their fingers around it. “show me whatcha got, sunshine.” they beamed at him and nodded happily with a grin. “i won’ dissapoint you!” they closed one eye, trying to find their aim and after a few seconds of silence, they threw the ball, successfully landing it into the container.

sole let out a victorious scream, throwing both arms in the air as they bounced. “did you see that, hancock?!” they turned their body to face the mayor, their eyes full of pride. oh how he could just look at them all day like this.

“sure did, sunshine. i knew you had it in ya somewhere.” before he knew it, sole had thrown themselves at him, wrapping their arms tightly around his shoulders. he was so caught up in trying to keep them balanced that he didn’t notice the feeling of something crashing against his lips. it wasn’t until he noticed the unusual silence of the room and the way sole smiled into the kiss that he realized the person he loved the most was literally smooching him in front of the crowd of wandering eyes. it was more than he could’ve ever imagined and hoped for since he’s fallen for them. their lips were softer than he had anticipated and the way their body pressed against his own was heavenly. yet he refused to kiss back, not knowing if this was what sole actually wanted. this could’ve been the alcohol talking for all he knew.

he placed a hand on their shoulder, pushing them back gently to create distance between them. soles eyes fluttered open, a hint of pain crossing them as their smile faltered. “oh.” though they wanted it to sound as if it was casual and brush it off, it still came out as hurt. hancock felt a sense of guilt hit him and squeezed their hip gently, not wanting to give them the wrong idea.

“it’s not like that, sunshine. trust me, i love you, more than anything. ever since you waltzed right into goodneighbor, i couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” they gripped his clothing, their voice quivering in sadness. “so why didn’t you kiss me?”

he took a strand of their hair and tucked it behind their ear before smiling reassuringly at them. “we’ll talk more about it in the morning when you’re not drunk, okay?”

“promise?”

“i promise.” he released them from his arms and instead, held their hand in his. “i’ll be waiting here for whenever you’re ready to head back home. just say the word and we’ll go.”

they squeezed his hand in response, biting back the pout that threatened to form. “okay.”

if sole had any regrets, it would be the amount of alcohol they poured into themselves as if they didn’t hold any responsibilities that needed to be done. they remained hunched over the bucket in front of them, one arm gripping on their stomach and the other resting on the wall to keep them balanced. they managed to regurgitate all the drinks they consumed the night before but still remained at their spot just in case more decided to spill out.

their eyes shot open at the sound of the door creaking open and saw the sight of their favorite person tipping his hat at them as a greeting. “morning, sunshine. not looking so good.” he commented, shutting the door behind him as quietly as he could. he approached them, crouching down at their level before cringing at the sight of the contents inside the bucket. “you’re telling me.” sole groaned miserably and pushed the hair out of their face, sweat sticking onto their skin. “what even happened last night?”

hancock shrugged with a shiteating grin, raising a brow at sole who looked at him for some type of an answer. “i don’t know. you tell me what happened. i’m sure it’ll come back to ya if you think hard enough.” he adjusted his hat, “use that little mind of yours.”

sole would gaze at him with a confused expression, their mind wandering back to the previous night, desperately searching for something, anything. the more they got lost in thought, the more vivid things became and then suddenly, their heart stopped, face paling at the sudden realization. the upset feeling in their stomach would soon be replaced by a wave of anxiety and their face would redden, much to hancock’s amusement. the way their face twisted into different expressions was rather adorable in his eyes.

“i remember kissing you,” they croaked, “why do i remember kissing you?” the smirk growing on his face gave them all the answers they needed, but still continued to deny it, hoping to some kind of god out there that this was all but a joke. “oh no, please tell me you’re kidding.”

his smirk grew wider and looked at them with an amused expression. “i ain’t that bad at kissing, am i?”sole would roll their eyes and groan in embarrassment, wanting nothing more but to disappear at that moment. “i should be asking you that,” they muttered, “you’re the one who didn’t kiss me back.” there was a pregnant pause between the two before sole broke the silence, “why?”

he let out a small breath and sat on the floor near them, “i did promise you i’d tell you.”

“so spit it out.”

“i like you. hell, i love you sole and don’t get me wrong. that kiss? it was amazing, everything i coulda ever hoped for,” sole felt their heart beat abnormally fast at his words, “but that wasn’t how i wanted it to go. i wasn’t even sure you liked me or anythin’, that could’ve been in the heat of the moment for all i know. your consent matters to me. don’t want you doing anything you regret.”

their expression softened and their embarassment was soon replaced with a warm feeling, “did you really think i don’t like you or something?” he shifted in his seat, “well, yeah. i’m not the prettiest looking person out there, i figured someone would catch your eye eventually.”

sole leaned forward and cupped his cheeks with their hands, placing a soft kiss against his lips. hancock needed a minute to realize what was happening, his mind blanking out the moment he felt that familiar, warm feeling. he closed his eyes, sliding his arm around their waist and pulled them closer to him, depending the kiss. they didn’t press their body against his like last night but this kiss was much more genuine and loving, pushing away any doubts that floated in his mind.

sole withdrew from the kiss slowly, their eyes opening to meet hancock’s, which stared at them with awe. they leaned their forehead against his, a shy grin forming on their face. their voice was barely a whisper as their breath fanned his lips. “hope that answers some of your questions.”

hancock chuckled huskily, bringing them in for another kiss, “definitely.”

Deacon:

everything happened so fast. they were just heading to their next available stop to shelter in for the night and were suddenly ambushed by a group of raiders that met them by the bridge. clearly outnumbered, 2 to 10, they shot whoever they could and hid behind whatever cars that could shield them and quietly gave each other gestures and signals that could somehow get them out of the hole they were in. in total, they were able to dispatch majority of the raiders so far and tried to take down as many as they could before the situation became overwhelming.

the plan was going well at first with both sole and deacon managing to maneuver around the situation as unscathed as possible but soon went downhill after sole was tackled by a raider and held hostage. they winced when the raider had tightened their arm around their neck, gun pointing at their temple. “drop it.” they hissed, pressing the weapon against their skin roughly. a pistol was also pointed at deacons side by another individual nearby, earning a series of muttered curses from him. his eyes flickered to sole, who looked terrified and wanted nothing more but to shoot the man in front of him and take sole in his arms.

none of that happened though. with his hands up, he dropped the gun on the floor instead, not wanting to escalate the situation more. despite his terror for sole, he tried to act casual, fighting the panic that threatened to rise. “fine.” he seethed, his face growing red in anger.

“good,” the raider smirked, his eyes traveling to meet his acquaintance, “you know what to do. i’ll take care of this one.” once those words had left their mouth, all plans of being calm and collected swept into oblivion and deacon attempted to rush over to them, only to be pulled back by the sound of the pistol cocking. “where the fuck are you taking them?”

he couldn’t hear the words that left the scums mouth, the words only coming out as static and solely focusing on a plan on how to get them both out of there, or at least sole, unscathed. with a quick movement, he elbowed the raider nearby who fell to the floor in pain and grabbed his gun beneath him, shooting the raider that held sole hostage between their eyes.

deacon was so caught up on sole and trying to check if they’re okay, he didn’t notice the raider that he had previously striked get back up on his feet. before he could react, the individual had smacked him on his temple with the butt of his gun and deacon ultimately lost balance, falling over the edge of the bridge. “deacon!” sole screamed, shooting the raider down and jumping off the bridge themselves without a second thought.

once they had hit the water, they had caught sight of deacons body lifelessly floating and rushed over to him, doing their best to pull him above surface. sole held him above water, rushing to the nearest shore and dropping his body against the dirt. he was unconscious, his face pale and body limp as they observed him from above. to say that they were terrified was an absolute understatement, it was beyond those words.

quickly, they checked for any signs of breathing and pulse, which was indeed there but very, very faint. they pressed his chest multiple times, tears falling down their face as they tried to hold themselves together. they leaned forward, tilting his head back while keeping his chin down and pinched his nose. sole sealed his mouth against his, breathing into it and watching his chest while doing so. they went back to the compressions, trying to keep themselves calm while doing so. after a few seconds, they heard that familiar cough and pulled back as deacon turned over, coughing and throwing up whatever fluids that filled his lungs just moments ago. once finished, sole wrapped their arms around deacon, who still remained quiet and weak, letting a sob escape their mouth. “fuck,” they muttered into his ‘hair’, “thank fucking god.” deacons eyes were still closed, signature glasses now gone, but his breathing remained steady compared to his shallow ones only minutes ago. sole ran their fingers on his cheek before whispering, “let’s get out of here.”

they threw deacons arm over their shoulder and held him up, dragging him to the nearest building or safe spot available for shelter.

deacon woke up to the sounds of crackling nearby and felt his head pound at the sudden brightness once his eyes opened. “shit.” he quietly said, rubbing his temples to stop the throbbing. he searched the area around him, including his face, pockets, and anything nearby for his sunglasses. where the hell was it? where was his bag? where was-

“sole?!” he croaked, jolting into a sitting position. his eyes frantically scanned the area he was in, disregarding the growing pain in his head as he desperately searched for them. he began to panic, not seeing them around and yelled their name in fear, “sole!”

a wave of relief washed over him when that familiar voice had called out his name in response and let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, “deacon?! i’m coming!” the sound of footsteps grew louder and he eventually caught the sight of sole running to him with sticks in their arms. they dropped whatever they were holding and kneeled down, hugging him immediately without another word. even if he wasn’t fond of affection, he found himself enveloping them just as tight, breathing in their scent as if he hadn’t seen them in years.

sole pulled back, placing both hands on either side of his face in panic. “fuck, you scared me!” they cried, “are you okay? are you in pain?” he shook his head, sending them a reassuring smile. “i’m okay, charmer. you can’t ever get rid of me even if you tried.”

they let out a shaky laugh, swatting his arm but hugged him again, whispering into his clothes. “i’m just glad you’re okay.” deacon rested his chin on top of their head, “i’m glad too.”

after a few moments, sole withdrew from the hug, much to deacons disappointment and went near the fire to roast some mirelurk meat they had caught. while they did that, deacon backtracked to what had happened earlier in the day and lost himself in thoight trying to piece together the memories. he looked at sole, who hummed contently as they turned the meat above the fire with full focus and his eyes fell on their lips. his heart stopped at the feeling of a vision crossing his mind and he sucked in a sharp breath. ‘it can’t be,’ he thought dreadfully.

even if he wanted to keep it to himself, the words still managed to slip his mouth, knowing damn well that he wouldn’t be able to sleep without knowing the truth. “i remember you.. kissing me,” he said nervously, “why do i remember you kissing me?” sole whipped her head towards him, a small blush appearing on their face. “w-what?”

deacon tried to laugh it off, instantly regretting the question that left his mouth, “oh, nothing. all that water must’ve made me see things. you know, crazy old deeks.” he felt uneasy as sole became more flushed, fiddling with their fingers nervously. with an awkward smile, they’d reply meekly, “well.. about that. it wasn’t a kiss, per say...” deacon blinked a few times, waiting for them to finish the sentence, “more of cpr, but yknow, in a way it is. just without the romance and whatnot.”

he began to redden at the thought of soles lips on his and tried to play it cool despite the beating of his chest. “ah, got it, charmer.”

they smiled nervously at him and grabbed the knife nearby, heading towards the forest. “well, i’ll be back. fires, uh, dying. wouldn’t want your mirelurk to get cold or ‘nything.” he nodded in response, not trusting his voice at that very moment. they waved at him and left the premises, leaving a blushing deacon behind with his thoughts.

his hands gripped the sleeping bag. whatever he had previously felt for sole had grown stronger than a crush as he silently wondered how their lips would feel against his. he just hopes that moment wouldn’t be the only time they’d share such contact and wishes that it’d be under much better circumstances.

#fallout 4 companions react #fallout+4+companions+reaction #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 #fallout #fallout 4 reacts #fallout reactions #fallout reacts #fo4 reacts #fo4 #john hancock #hancock #maccready #robert joseph maccready #deacon #fluff #react #prompt

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gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights · 4 years

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Rating: T

Summary: Ladybug shows up to return his lucky charm. Adrien should've put on something other than a towel. (Ladrien identity reveal fic)

Word Count: 2600

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“When you walk away, you don’t hear me say, pleeeeeease, oh baaaaaaaaaby, don’t go!” he sang over the spray of the shower. The acoustics in his bathroom made his voice bearable. He knew his singing wasn’t the greatest, but there was nothing like being able to let lose and caterwaul in the comfort of a warm bubblebath.

“Simple and clean is the waaaaay that you’re making me feeeeeeeeel tonight, it’s hard to let it go—”

“Hey, kid—don’t scream, it’s just me—”

Adrien swallowed his shout as he dove under the bathwater. Soap went up his nose, and he coughed it back out.

“Plagg! What did I tell you about barging in while I’m in the shower?” He hugged his knees and scowled.

The kwami lounged on top of a bubble, his paws crossed behind his head.

“Relax, I’m thousands of years old. I’ve seen plenty of naked Chat Noirs before. And keep your voice down.”

“What? Is there an akuma? Plagg, claws—!”

Plagg flew up to his face, pressing a tiny paw to his lips. “Shhh! You’d be better off with her seeing you naked than suited up!”

Wait. Her?

“Why didn’t you tell me someone was here?” he hissed.

Plagg rolled his eyes. “I was trying to. Someone was too busy screaming and hiding in a pile of bubbles to listen.”

“Who is it?”

“Oh, no one important. Just your little lovebug.” He grinned.

“Ladybug?”

Oops. He probably shouldn’t have shouted that.

“Oh, uh—I’m sorry!” Her unmistakable voice filtered through the door. “I can come back later if this is a bad time!”

“N-no! It’s never a bad time to see you!” Even if he did want to just sink into the bathwater and drown at the thought of her hearing his wailing earlier. “Just give me a second!”

Plagg cackled as Adrien turned off the shower and hastily wrapped a black towel around his waist.

“Oh no,” he groaned, scanning the empty counter. “I didn’t bring my pajamas in.” From now on he’d always keep a change of clothes on him, just in case Ladybug ever decided to drop in.

“Eh, it’s not like she’ll complain at seeing you in a towel.” Plagg shrugged.

Adrien flushed from head to toe. Unfortunately, it wasn’t like he had much of a choice. If Ladybug was here, it had to be for something important.

Making sure his towel was tied securely, he cracked open the door.

“Ladybug?”

“A-Adrien!” She leaped back from his bed. Had she been… sniffing his pillow? Ugh, Plagg must have left his Camembert to ferment under there again. She probably thought he was a disgusting slob. He could only hope she’d catch a whiff of his freshly-showered scent and change her mind.

“Do you mind passing me my clothes?” he asked with a nervous grin.

“Oh, er—yes, of course! Clothes! That’s what people wear after showering…”

Was she okay? He couldn’t remember ever seeing her so flustered.

Before he could tell her where his pajamas were, she was rummaging in his dresser... and then she was pulling out his red-and-black-spotted underwear.

Was drowning in the bathtub still an option?

“Nevermind!” He stepped out from behind the door. “I’ll just, uh, wear this towel. It’s more comfortable anyway.”

She dropped his underwear back in the drawer. “Er, if you insist!” She grinned widely.

For a moment they just stood there, staring at each other, while Adrien slowly died inside. Then he noticed her eyes flicker to something on his shoulder.

“Huh?” He tried to turn his neck at angle to see whatever it was. He’d just showered; what could be stuck to him?

“Let me,” Ladybug said, rushing forward to brush off his shoulder. A red rose petal drifted to the ground.

“Oh, haha, where did that come from?” He ruffled his wet hair. There was no way he’d admit that he enjoyed bathing in rosewater. She’d think he was just a snobby rich boy for sure.

(Even if at least half the reason was so that he could smell nice for her.)

He cleared his throat loudly. “So, um, what can I do for you?”

“Right!” She smacked her face, and then she flipped open her yo-yo. “I just noticed that you left this behind at your photoshoot when the akuma attacked today…”

She pulled out a red string of pink, blue, and green beads.

“My lucky charm!” He nearly dropped his towel in his rush to take the charm. “Thank you so much, my—Ladybug. I don’t know how I lost it. This charm is so special to me.”

He cradled it to his chest in relief. Though at least part of it was probably silly superstition, he always felt better with the charm on him.

“R-really?” Her face reddened. “Why’s that?”

“A really good friend of mine gave it to me. I always take it to my photoshoots for a bit of extra luck.” He rubbed the beads between his fingers. He didn’t have any pockets to put the charm in, so he tied it around his wrist. “But… how did you know it was mine?”

“Oh! I must have… ah… seen it fall out of your pocket?” She ruffled the back of her hair, disheveling her pigtails.

He leaned in closer. Why did her nervous face look familiar? His Lady usually seemed so composed.

“Are you lying?” He grinned, a bit of his Chat slipping out.

“What? Psh, no. It’s not like I know you in real life or anything—that would be crazy! I’m just—I’m a fan of fashion, so I might have been watching your totoshoot glosely before that akuma attacked—”

“Totoshoot?” His brow furrowed.

“Exactly, the grotoshoot. So—you’re charming, I mean—you’ve got your charm back, so I should put a shirt on—I mean—YOU should put a shirt on, and pants, and underwater—underwear! Which I’m not going to touch again, so. So I’ll—BYE!”

Adrien should’ve cut off her ramble sooner. But each garbled word out of her mouth felt so familiar. He couldn’t help trying to place it.

“Wait, Marinette!” He grabbed her wrist before she could unhook her yo-yo.

“What? Is something else wrong? Or did I just sound like such an idiot you don’t trust me to protect Paris anymore—”

His heart sped up as he enfolded her spazzing hands in his. Marinette. That’s who her frantic stammering had reminded him of. And she’d responded to his slip without missing a beat.

“Of course not, my—Marinette. I’ll always trust you.”

Her eyes blew wide beneath her mask.

“Wha… what did you just call me…?”

“Marinette,” he repeated, the name sweet in his mouth. “You’re Marinette.”

“N-no, of course I’m not! Marinette’s waaaay too clumsy to be a superhero, psh.”

“You gave her the mouse miraculous. You obviously didn’t think so.” He smirked and crossed his arms. The beads on his charm clinked together in her stunned silence.

“You—what—nobody knows about that! Nobody except—Chat?”

Oh. Crap.

“Hehe. Oops?”

She smacked her forehead again.

“Careful, bugaboo, I wouldn’t want you to hurt your mewtiful face.” He grinned against the rising panic. Why did he say that? Why was his gut instinct to pun in times of emotional crisis? Ladybug knew his identity! And from the blue-screening look on her face, she wasn’t thrilled about it.

“Oh yeah, you’re Chat Noir alright.” She groaned and pressed the heels of her palms to her forehead. “I can’t believe I’ve been staring at Chat Noir’s chest!”

“You—you were?” He giggled hysterically. “Like, staring because it’s a nice chest? Or because it’s just kind of there and I should really put a shirt on because this is weird, isn’t it—?”

“Adrien, your chest is more than nice. But it might be a good idea for you to put on a shirt before I drool all over your floor.”

They both locked eyes, equally shocked that she’d said that.

“I—you wouldn’t happen to have a bathtub I could drown in, would you?” she croaked out.

He laughed. “Not a chance, bugaboo.”

“Maybe he could kill you with his singing instead,” Plagg said from where he was hovering by the bathroom door.

Adrien and Ladybug both jumped. Of course Plagg had overheard all of that. Adrien found himself turning the same color as his Lady’s suit.

“Excuse you, Adrien has a wonderful singing voice,” she said with a pout.

“I—I do?” He blinked. “You’re sure you actually heard me?”

Chloé had always made fun of his voice. His father wouldn’t let him audition for voice acting positions with singing roles. Even Plagg, who had an… interesting voice himself, could hardly stand Adrien’s singing.

“Of course I did! I mean, um… what’s the answer that makes me sound the least weird?”

He laughed, shaking so hard the towel almost fell off. Again. He tucked the corner of it more securely against his waist. He should really go ahead and get dressed, but he was afraid Ladybug—Marinette!—would disappear the second he took his eyes off of her.

“I’m the one standing here in a towel, and you think you’re weird?”

At that, she laughed back. “I’m the one who didn’t let you get dressed!”

“I’m the one who didn’t let you get my clothes because I was too embarrassed about you seeing my Ladybug underwear!”

She collapsed back in his computer chair cackling. Both of them were redder than her suit by that point.

“Yeah, yeah, you guys are both disgustingly in love. Unless you’re going to smooch my kid while he’s practically naked, you should let him get dressed.”

“In—love?” Adrien squeaked out. “Ladybug? In love—me?”

“Can dish it but can’t take it, huh?” She stood and smirked while leaning into his space.

He licked his dry lips. If Marinette wanted to play that game, he wasn’t going to back down now.

“I can take it,” he said quietly, his lips centimeters from hers. “As long as it’s you doing the dishing.”

“The only dish I want is a nice dish of camembert,” Plagg complained. But for now, Adrien ignored him.

“Hmm. Let’s see about that.” Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, leaving tingling trails where her suit brushed bare skin. He was going to pay for procrastinating getting dressed. If he was unraveling already, there was no way he could handle whatever else she planned to throw at him.

Her lips brushed his. It was just the faintest touch, but it set his heart pounding.

“Is this okay?” She asked quietly, her voice suddenly turning shy. “I know we always joke together, but if this is too weird, or—”

“Marinette.” It came out as a rasp. “If you don’t kiss me right now, I might actually die.”

Her laugh fanned out across his collarbone. “Well, we can’t have that.”

She kissed him. Really kissed him, her lips interlocking with his, hands roaming down his bare back, and oh man he was wrong. He might have died if she didn’t kiss him, but he was definitely going to die now that she did.

He held her tighter, tilting his head to allow her better access.

To think that just minutes ago, he hadn’t known his Lady was Marinette, or that she was in love with him. And now this.

He finally pulled back, needing to breathe before he melted into a vaguely Adrien-colored puddle. Another jolt of ecstasy shot through him when Marinette continued to chase his lips. She pouted when he laughed.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who might die without kisses,” he teased.

“If you’re trying to embarrass me, you’re going to have to work a lot harder than that,” she said even though her face was still bright red. “You already heard me say totoshoot. And you saw me sniff your pillow!”

“That’s just today. Don’t forget the time you kissed me while I was pretending to be a statue.”

Her eyes widened, and she pushed him back. His chest felt cold where she was no longer pressed to him.

“Too soon?” He asked, though he couldn’t help grinning. He should’ve known she was in love with him. Why else would she have acted like that?

“It will always be too soon. I vote we pretend that never happened.”

“But Marinette, don’t you want to be molded together in the plaster of destiny?” He batted his eyes innocently.

She dropped her head into her hands, hiding the adorable blush there. “That’s it. I’m leaving.”

“But I thought we were going to be entwined for eternity!”

She looked torn between laughing and punching him. He would’ve welcomed either.

“It sounds like someone doesn’t want any more kisses.” She crossed her arms instead, turning her back to him.

“Nooooo, Marinette! Anything but that!” He draped himself over her back, arms dangling over her shoulders. “I hope I didn’t upset you. I just think hindsight made it hilarious, but I’ll shut up if you really want me to.”

“I don’t think you could shut up if you tried. But that’s okay. I love you just the way you are.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Warmth spread through him from head to toe. “Really?”

“Yes, really. You think I’d make out with just any shirtless guy?”

“Hmmm. I guess you have a point.” His hands played with the string of her yo-yo around her waist. “But I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to prove it again.”

She took hold of one of his hands, spinning him so they were face to face again. “Go put on some clothes so I don’t have to worry about knocking your towel off, and then we’ll see.”

He blushed again. He’d better get used to that though. If he got any more kisses from Marinette, the color of her suit would rub off on him permanently.

“I can live with that.”

He dug out his pajamas—including his Ladybug underwear—and darted into the bathroom.

“Are you happy now?” Plagg asked. It took a second for Adrien to spot him, snuggled up in one of Adrien’s black hand towels next to the sink. “I sure heard a lot of gross smooching noises back there. You think I can use this to plug my ears?”

The kwami held up a q-tip and snapped it in half.

Adrien cast a glance back at the door, where he heard Marinette giggling on the other side.

“Could you keep your voice down?” He hissed. “And no, don’t do that. You’ll hurt yourself.” He took the broken q-tip and tossed it in the trash.

“You better get me some real earplugs if you’re gonna keep this up, then.”

“Done,” Adrien said while pulling his shirt on over his head. “I’ll do that and get you that special sprucewood cheese if you leave us alone for the next hour.”

“Deal! Good luck, loverboy!” Plagg waved. “I think you’re forgetting something, though.”

“Huh?” Adrien’s hand was already on the doorknob, but he turned around and saw his pants still lying on the counter. That would’ve been awkward. “Thanks, Plagg. I’m kind of surprised you didn’t let me just embarrass myself though.”

“Nah. You can do that plenty well on your own.” The kwami grinned. “I still think she’s lying about your singing voice. You could scare off akumas with that.”

Adrien stuck out his tongue. It didn’t matter what Plagg thought.

On the other side of the door, Marinette was waiting. And no matter how embarrassing he was, she still loved him.

#ladrien #ladybug #adrien agreste #ml #miraculous ladybug #fic tag #tali writes #reveal #believe it or not this is (simple and) clean #i just like to embarrass adrien 24/7

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ggukstummy · 4 years

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it’s cold where you lay

one line description: warmth seems so out of reach for namjoon.

pairing: namjoon x reader

au: non-idol au

genre: angst :(:

warning/s: death, mention of suicide (please notify me if there are more warnings I should place!)

word count: 3.4k

It’s cold where you used to lie.

Namjoon tosses and turns, gets rid of his blanket then realizes it’s even worse without it. He doesn’t bother covering himself with it again, ignoring the chilly air. How do people sleep? How do people sleep like this?

How do people sleep when you’re gone?

It’s cold, so cold. The thundering rain falls loudly outside, goosebumps litter his skin and he shut his eyes feeling creases form on his forehead from how hard he does it. He can’t sleep when his mind goes nowhere but your face, your figure, you.

And he wonders once more. Where he went wrong, what he could’ve done to make it all end nicely, realizing it’s useless but he couldn’t give up, not when it’s so cold where you used to lie.

Right beside him, in his bed.

“Will- will you be my girlfriend?”

You did not expect that coming out from your crush. Kim Namjoon, your resident high school hot smart guy, he’s cute and his dimples are adorable.

You were Namjoon’s seatmate for a whole grade, and that’s how the two of you met. You loved listening to him rambling about Science, and definitely surprised when you found out he liked the same band as you did. Admittedly, you had always been interested in him, but you never thought that the feeling was reciprocated.

He wasn’t popular or anything, but people liked him. And he had brought a bouquet of flowers for you, a classic that you appreciated. The people passing by, although very little since it was after school hours when scheduled clubs are finishing for the day, they were whistling and cheering on both of you. The floral arrangement was really attracting attention. You really had no idea how he pulled it out of nowhere.

“Um-” Blood rushing through your cheeks, you softly took the flowers from him, “I mean, if you’re okay with me. I- I liked you since we were seated together as well.”

The both of you blushed so hard that day, neither of you could ever forget.

A sniffle comes out of the poor man, heartbroken and longing. He desperately wishes for you back. The bed seems emptier and emptier, what feels like ten hours has only been two minutes.

The bed he lies on is too open, too spacious. Where was the warmth he had? Gone. Not here anymore, clearly not where she should be

Namjoon knows he has to rest if he wants to be able to make it to his job the next early morning, but maybe a sick leave is needed. He just wants to be alone.

Alone with you.

“I’m sorry Namjoon-ah,”, Jin had told him when he came earlier to the apartment you both used to share. Jin coughed, feeling the lack of care on his index finger when it ran over a dresser and it came back covered in dust, “But she’s gone. And it isn’t healthy for you to stay hung up on her when she’s not here anymore. Please, I don’t want to see you hurt.”

Namjoon understood that. Understood that more than anything.

Especially when he’s here, on the bed, cold and empty.

He shivers, trying his hardest to go back to sleep. But his thoughts feel like a storm, and he is but a sailor trying to pass the sea. Curse the waters. The more he wills himself to sleep, he was brought to another memory instead.

“Namjoon!” You squealed, hands shooting towards your neck, “That tickles!”

The book you were reading had fallen onto your lap when you decided to focus on his teasing hands instead, “Cut that out, I’m trying to read!” You swatted at him, almost daring those fingers to come back and try poke your neck. The smile on your face was bright and Namjoon would die for it.

“But you just look so beautiful, my darling.” He chuckled, rising up a bit from his position to have his big warm palms coming to cup your cheeks, kissing each of them with big smooches. “Also I just want to cuddle you.”

You placed the book onto your nightstand, sighing but understanding nonetheless. The lamp on the bedside table was then turned off, and you went under the covers to have said cuddle party with your beloved, limbs tangled contently. Namjoon was smelling your hair, kissing your face, touching and feeling you right beside him, where you belong.

His darling.

The book you were reading is still there, and he vowed to never move it. Anything, any little thing that would remind him of you will stay the way it was.

Next to it sat his phone. His fingers move to grab it without thinking and then turned it on, the bright screen glares at him but he couldn’t care less. He smoothly taps the gallery, bringing him to a picture of you and him under a tree by the Han River for a picnic. It’s an automatic action, one he has been doing for the past weeks. Just looking at your face.

Another sob comes out of his throat, the pillow is stained wet from his tears and his mind running in circles around one person. You. Again and again, he just can’t seem to tuck your form away and rest. He has too at one point, has to stop and leave you as memory, but maybe not tonight. Not now when the wound is still bleeding, so fresh and so painful.

The phone Namjoon holds he brings closer to his heart.

“...(Y/n)..”

He looks once more at the empty space beside him.

It’s cold where you used to lie.

“Say cheese!” The lovely mother had been taking her son to Han River when the both of you asked her to take a picture, and she had complied with a friendly nod and an “Okay!” before taking the phone Namjoon had handed her and snapping a few takes for you.

You thanked the woman as Namjoon takes the device back from her. Checking the photos before nodding and looking at the woman to give him his thanks as well. The boy waved at the both of you as his mother took his hand.

Satisfied with the picture, Namjoon sat back on the picnic blanket you brought, then took a good look at the inside of the basket filled with sandwiches and fruits, sodas and water bottles. He picked out a yummy looking egg sandwich, blissfully munching on it and taking a chug of water in between. You stare at him in contentment as you chew on your grape.

A giggle came out of you, and Namjoon looked in worry.

“Darling, don’t laugh while you eat.”, he scolded, “You’re going to choke.”

You wipe your mouth, before taking another napkin to wipe the side of his, “I’m just happy you like the sandwiches,” you let go of his chin after, “And this was such a sudden date too, I’m glad my last minute sandwiches taste nice.”

“Everything you make tastes nice,” He mumbled, finishing the whole sandwich before digging through his jacket pocket, “I thought I brought my UNO cards, did I forget them?”

“Oh, I thought you did,” You chuckled, hands coming to your neck to bring heat. It was oddly cold, you suppose it’s because of the clouds blocking the sun. “You want to play UNO for a while now, maybe check the your bicycle’s basket? I’ll stay and watch the food.”

“Already on it,” He nodded, “It’s a pretty long walk from the bicycle lot to here. I put your favorite curry bread in there, have some!”

“You did?” the excitement you radiate always makes it worth buying it from the bakery far from where you live. He strokes your head with his warm palm, an equally warm smile painted on his face.

“I did, enjoy it. I love you.”

“Love you too!”

He grinned to himself as he heard your small “Aha!” and the tear of the paper packaging. Walking to where you parked your bikes together, he busied himself with looking at the birds and humming a tune. The sky was cloudy and it looked like it could go either way, sunny or rain. He took note to take the raincoat out of the basket in front of your bicycle, after the last time the both of you got rained down while biking, you always had one ready.

That was a sweet memory. Namjoon’s lips pulled up to form a silly smile and recalled when the both of you cycled desperately to get out of the rain- which wouldn’t happen because it was already drizzling- and gave up to eat in a shop on the side of the street, both of you soaking and gulping the ramen served there hungrily. His insides felt giddy just thinking about it.

“I WANNA SWIM MAMA!” a shriek came from a boy who looked to be 7, maybe 8. Ah, it was the son of the woman who took the picture of the both of you. “YOU NEVER LET ME SWIM!”

“You may not, Haneul.” She chided gently, crouching to talk to him, “It’s so cold right now! Do you really think it’s a good idea? It isn’t allowed as well, and you don’t wanna break rules, do you? Now lets go back home and we can buy your favorite pudding tonight at the grocery store, okay?”

Namjoon’s thoughts instantly went to how lovely it would be if the both of you could be parents one day. He had always dreamed of being a dad, and even had impulse bought a pair of blue baby shoes. You promised someday he’ll get his wish granted, once you both graduate college and have a stable living.

It was a nice dream.

Namjoon finally arrived at his destination, locating your bikes and finding out that indeed, he had left his cards where his girlfriend told him he did. He took it out, and your raincoat was not forgotten too. The man was about to go back to you until something caught his eye, a little ladybug on the handlebar of your bike, he watched it move with great interest for a minute or two, before the first cold raindrop hit his cheek.

Looking up to the sky, it was dark. Way darker than he thought it was supposed to be when he saw the clouds before. Thoughts forgotten on the bug, he pulled the hood of his jacket up to his head and started to do a little run back to where you were.

It was only drizzling, and he didn’t know how it happened, but the light drops of water soon turned into a full blown rain with a thunder accompanying it. He was running the direction people around him were rushing to opposite, where the parking lots were. He took out his phone he pocketed and turned it on only to be faced with the camera screen, reminding him that he hadn’t exited the app yet from when you both had taken a picture, still sunny earlier.

The call he made to you after he exited the app was directed to voice mail, and his panting was clear when he calmly told you to get ready to run back to where the parking lot was so you both could find shelter in the nearby areas first.

Two minutes later - you guys picked a picnic spot too far and secluded, he supposed- Namjoon arrived at his destination. The basket was there, the picnic blanket folded and the rest of the food tucked in safely, he would know, he had picked the basket up and checked.

But where were you?

“HANEUL!”

A terrified scream had his head snap towards the direction it came from, his body following suit, and his heart dropped.

He felt cold.

Namjoon saw the mother from before, and saw her son Haneul, too.

Only the boy was in the river.

And you were too.

“HANEUL!”

Her frantic shrieks were raspy, and Namjoon ran- stumbled- towards all of you.

“(Y/N)!”

Upon being closer to the river, it was an even more terrifying sight. The waters were unfriendly, raging and angry. The currents strong and cruel, you were barely holding on to a rock, your fingers looked bloody, but your hold on Haneul was tight.

Namjoon had never did anything so rash before, but without any thought, he ran into the river, past the mother and his hand stretched out as if it could grasp you and bring you to him

“NAMJOON!” You cried, eyes struggling to open as water was flying everywhere, you felt like crying. The fingers you sacrificed to grip the rock hurt the more time passed by, and every second you spent in the cold water submerged up to your neck felt like eternity. “TAKE HIM! YOU CAN’T CARRY THE BOTH OF US BACK- TAKE HIM!” Your words were barely heard over the roaring river.

He didn’t know what to feel, looking at the child. Should he feel angry? Angry that he couldn’t leave the boy to get taken away by the currents? Angry that he couldn’t let him drown and just take you back to land in his hold, where it was at least safe? Where he could at least envelope you in his warmth?

The rain continued to thunder, and with a heavy heart he raised his hands to let you give Haneul to him.

You had transferred the boy to his care. Haneul was passed out and too cold, but Namjoon could care less. The man felt goosebumps but it didn’t come from the figure he was holding, it came from you.

Your fingertips were freezing, you were soaked to the bone, your strength rapidly seeping out the longer you fought the currents trying to drown you to the bottom of the river, your lips were purple and borderline blue and when he made eye contact with you he knew you were almost at your limit.

“(Y/n)- (Y/n) I can’t do this. I’m leaving the boy, you’re more important.”

“NAMJOON!”

You had screamed at him when he was about to let go of Haneul into the deep river.

“Please- just please take him back. I promise I’ll be fine. I’ll- I’ll wait here. You can save me once you take him back so please- please just take him back.”

Your teeth were chattering and it was hard to look into your eyes when Namjoon realized what he was about to do. The man gritted his teeth and nodded before he used all his might to go back with the extra baggage, his thighs weren’t giving up anytime soon. His grip on the boy tightened as he silently apologized about what he had intended to do just before. The agonizing struggle paid off when he finally reached dry land- as dry as it can get with all the rain.

Namjoon put the boy down, not dropping him but not exactly gentle with him either, and wasted no time turning around to dive back into the water to get to you.

But you-

It felt like slow motion.

The mother’s eyes widened in terror, another stranger had come running to the scene and was watching with alert, ready to do anything if anything rash happened, maybe he hadn’t noticed the hope drain from your eyes. Maybe all he noticed was Namjoon’s terrified stare at your self.

Your mouth moved to whisper, and he didn’t know how he heard it so clearly over all the other sounds clashing, but he did. He heard you.

“I love you-”

A crash.

The waters rose.

You were gone, and the river took you with it.

Namjoon screamed, shrieked, cursed the crying woman and the other stranger he didn’t realize had arrived who pulled him back to prevent him ending his life. He kicked and flailed around, desperate to jump back in to save you. His wails hurt his throat, but that didn’t stop him from trying to get out of the man’s hold for the next hour until the rain stopped and the police were called.

He remembered it like it was yesterday, but it had been a month. And he didn’t know what happened since then. He just remembered breaking down when they- when he found your body floating on the river. It had been sunny too, and although it framed your figure beautifully- even when dead- it was far too warm.

It was cold.

Namjoon felt cold on the day of your funeral.

A black suit, a black tie, appropriate attire.

His hair had been combed and his shoes were polished.

And he had watched your casket lower down into the deep hole prepared. He had watched your family and friends weep. And he wished he could too, but he wanted to stay strong in front of you at least.

He wanted to stay strong because he couldn’t be back when you needed to be saved.

He wasn’t fast enough, he wasn’t quick enough, he wasn’t enough.

And although he promised himself not to cry, the very thought got him bawling moments after the last guest left, the mother who had brought Haneul with her. She was crying the hardest, no doubt feeling guilty about everything. And Haneul- the boy didn’t understand what happened. He was too young, and as much as Namjoon wanted to hate him- he couldn’t. Because he was a boy who only wanted to swim.

Namjoon sat right beside the very ground you were buried, head in his arms and his cries so loud yet so quiet it blended in the graveyard. It was cold, but not the weather.

Him.

Namjoon imagines the soil surrounding you, imagines how nice it would be if he can muster up the courage so he would end up right next to you. Maybe he should try hanging himself again in the bathroom, maybe this time he wouldn’t chicken out. Jin is sleeping out in the sofa in the living room, if he could be quiet enough, it should probably work.

He contemplates the idea of being together with you again, and smiles. Maybe he should take the stool- but..

But who would remember you? Who would remember your love? Who would remember the look on your face when you just woke up, eyes cloudy and hair messy? Who would still think that’s the most beautiful sight to have ever graced this wretched world?

Only him.

So he takes his mind off the rope he hid in the kitchen cabinet, and shuts his eyes tight. The tears start to crust, and he hugs himself and the phone tighter, hoping desperately that it would warm you someway, somehow.

Because you aren’t where he can hold you anymore.

Because you are alone in the river, in earth.

Because my darling, it’s cold where you lay.

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unmanageable-day · 4 years

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17. Between a friend and another friend

When you are friends for so long, and it has never come across your mind to date one of them. Until one particular guy friend of yours came to offer you a relationship, a new chapter of life like no other before.

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a/n: finallyyyy i can upload this chapter. i was literally lost on how i should carry the plot but anyway here it is, i hope you enjoy this chapter. please feel free to comment in my askbox. and to those who are rooting for TY, i hope you’re okay after reading this chapter :")

"I wish the pictures will turn out great," Doyoung groaned as he stretched his back. You and him spent the whole day doing your pre-wedding photoshoot. You had mentally prepared yourself, just in case Doyoung would surprise you with his sudden physical affection. Luckily he didn't. He stuck to the concept that Johnny suggested; basically following the concept of his Youtube channel and doing pretty much anything, and everything. Although you didn't have to change clothes many times, Johnny, the photographer insisted to go to various places to catch various moments. So, yeah, you were still exhausted because apparently Johnny was more excited than you.

"It's Johnny. What could go wrong with the photos?" You sat up, your back against a pillow, joining him on the bed. "At least the weather was nice today. I wouldn't survive if it was sunny and we had to go here and there."

"You're right." Then he got up too to match your head level. He scooted closer to share his phone with you. "Look, he sent some preview. And some pictures he took with his phone."

Smiling genuinely, you gave approval nods. "As expected from John," you cheered.

Without you realizing, Doyoung fixed his gaze at your side profile. His lips formed a little smile. He was glad to see you at ease, and even have fun dealing with the whole process during and after the photoshoot. He felt accepted, embraced to be a significant part of your life. He made a right decision to have Johnny as the photographer.

"Thank you for today. You've worked hard," he said as he brought his hand to stroke your head, before brushing and tucking your hair behind your ear.

"So suddenly?" You chuckled.

"Oh?" His hand stopped at your ear. "Did you get a new ear piercing?"

"Yeah, you can tell?"

"Is that new earrings?"

"Yeah, I got it from Taeyong. I also went with Taeyong to get my ears pierced."

"With Taeyong?" Doyoung calmly parroted your words. He almost let out a freaked-out, disbelief tone. If there was one thing he failed to realize, it was the smile on his face that instantly disappeared once Taeyong's name was mentioned. He immediately pulled back his hand.

Okay. Let's calm down, Kim Doyoung.

No.

What? What is this?

What if this stupid marriage only leads you to Taeyong? Am I a fool? Did I unintentionally make you two get closer? Is this relationship actually benefit Taeyong? Is it only your body stays with me, but your mind and your heart all belong to Taeyong? What am I now?

"Doyoung?" you called, reaching his hands which curled into a fist without him knowing.

"Yeah?"

"Is everything alright? You... seem off these days."

"I'm fine. I just have a lot in my mind." He faked a stretching for his arms.

"Did something happen between you and Taeyong? You sometimes act weird when he's around. Did you really clear up everything with him?"

Just who is it that you care about more? Is it me? Or is it Taeyong?

"Let me ask you once again. Are we going to continue our marriage? You know you can always say no, and we'll still be friends. I promised you that, right?"

You let out a little gasp in disbelief. The corner of your lips showed a smirk, and Doyoung can tell that it was not a happy face of yours. "Are you joking right now?"

"I'm not," he mumbled.

"Doyoung, it's not funny when it's literally a few weeks left and, hello, I am your housemate who just moved not long time ago. I even share a bed with you. If you're going to kick me out this soon, I should never have considered accepting your offer and said yes in the first place." A heavy, frustrated sigh escaped your mouth.

Doyoung was stunned by the sudden emotion in your tone.

No. He shouldn't pick up a fight. He should not trigger you.

"You ask me that again one more time, I will go back to my parents house and I will leave everything behind." You didn't want to get worked up too much. But the more you being questioned 'are you sure?' and such, it would just make you more confused and you would start doubting everything. You'd doubt if this decision is right, if you could make it with Doyoung, if Doyoung had been playing around, if Doyoung finally realize his decision isn't right, if you two will end up like you and Taeyong.

"You're right. I'm sorry." He gripped your hands tight. "I think my mind got consumed by the stress and everything."

"You can always tell me. I will be all ears?" you offered sincerely. "And I will be here for you."

"No, it's not a big deal. But having your shoulders to lean on would be much appreciated though."

Without words, you opened up your arms, inviting him to rest on your embrace. He gladly accepted your offer. His arms immediately looped around your waist as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

Doyoung's pride was too huge to break off. He couldn't risk to break this relationship by telling you how envious he was of Taeyong. But he can't be sure of how much he could endure it. Maybe telling you the truth would do no harm.

"Actually, can I be honest? You can hate me, but promise me you won't leave me."

The stiff expression on your face finally softened as you began to feel concerned, wondering what he was about to say. "Okay, now you're scaring me. What is it?"

He lifted up his head to face you. His bunny eyes found yours, piercing into your soul like never before. "I think I love you."

You slowly raised both of your eyebrows. "Okay?"

"No, I mean it. I love you, like love love you. I've developed this feeling since.. maybe since your father gave me the longest advice in my life. I never thought I would feel this way. But, yeah, I catch feelings, Jooyeon."

Your slowly widened eyes can't lie that you were flustered. "Th-thank you, I guess? For telling me, and for loving me."

"I'm not finished."

You nodded, suggesting him to continue.

"I hate to admit this," he said as he snuggled back against your shoulder. "But I'm jealous of Taeyong. I'm uncomfortable if you're being too close with him, just like how he's uncomfortable looking at us." He buried his face on your shoulder. "I'm not saying you can't hang out with him. I understand that he's important for you. But if you go out with him, at least please don't let me know. I think it would be better, to know nothing. I hate this feelings too, but I'm sorry I can't help it."

You could feel he tightened his embrace on your waist. "Sorry, I didn't know all of that. I've been very insensitive." Stroking his hair and rubbing his back at the same time, you continued, "Truthfully I'm still figuring my feelings out. It would be nice if you could wait for me. But from now on, I promise I'll treat you better."

He suddenly sat up straight, facing you. "Wait, you don't hate me?"

You chuckled. "You don't know I've hated you since the day you got my English notebook wet it almost torn apart?"

He drew a wide, relieved grin as he cupped your cheeks. Right, he just needed more faith. If this would be worth the wait, then he certainly would wait for you. That alone made him happy enough although he still couldn't brush off the disturbing feelings regarding Taeyong. At least, this should be a good sign that you really accepted him and this whole relationship, and the upcoming new chapter of life you would be sharing with him.

This time he leaned in and without warning, he gave you a quick peck on your lips. Of course, it still startled you. And he gave another one.

You started getting nervous. "Doyoung?"

He kissed you once more before responding to you with a hum.

"Wha—"

He cut you with another smooch.

You were speechless. His moves were getting bolder that now he scooted closer, almost pining you down, slightly making you feel intimidated as the upper part of his body was on top of you. But eventually you gave in and kind of let him do whatever he was doing.

Maybe I'll just let it slide today. Your lips gradually curved a little smile as you kept receiving little kisses from Doyoung.

"Why are you smiling?" he teased.

You raised both of your eyebrows, taken aback by his sudden question. "I'm not." Blushing because he got you, a pout now was formed. But this didn't stop him being all smoochy and giggly.

"I'm so thankful that it's you. And you, for being you," he whispered, resting his forehead against yours, finally taking a pause from the non-stop little attacks to your lips.

"Me too. I should be more grateful because you've been putting up with me."

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ohokimdumb · 4 years

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Ivar:

Platonic:

Ivar feels a deepened hatred to those who have harmed or tried to harm you.

He encourages you to always be honest with him.

“No matter what, I want you to be honest with me. Even if I get angry...I’ll learn to get over it.” Ivar says, setting his hand on your shoulder for comfort.

Being your go-to shoulder to cry on.

He is always reliable when it comes to protecting you.

“I do not love her as a partner, but as a friend who brings the best out of me, a gift no one else in this world has. And I will never take her for granted.” Ivar says, defending the two of you.

Romantic:

Very protective over you.

“If anyone touches you or tries to harm you, you come to me. You hear?” Ivar reminds you, and you nod your head in response.

Lots of neck and shoulder kisses.

Goes hunting to bring you well stitched furs to keep you from freezing. (He knows you’re one to be cold constantly)

Late night cuddles.

Expresses you to other people as a goddess.

“She’s a gift sent from Odin himself. The goddess of beauty and love. And only I have the right to cherish her.” Ivar gushes over you to rest of the vikings during a feast.

Bjorn:

Platonic:

Respects boundaries.

Indulges your interest in wildlife; wolves, foxes, bears, and the cute rabbits. (Even though he believes it to be dangerous)

“Next time you want to go and see those beasts, tell me so I can be at your side.” Bjorn cups your cheeks. You nod and give him a bear-like hug.

Even though his children, wife, and war take up most of his time, he will always find moments to share with you.

Personally teaches you hand in hand combat.

Romantic:

Stays told hold you while you moan over the deaths of loved ones and those close to you after a battle.

“It is alright, my love.” Bjorn whispers as he runs his fingers through your soft hair. “They have all gone to Valhalla.”

Combat training is tough when all Bjorn wants to do is tackle you and give special smooches all over your body.

After his long expeditions, he’ll come home with all different types of flowers, jewelry, and pelts for you.

Secret dancing sessions before a long night of love making.

Hvitserk:

Platonic:

Loves to make fun of you.

“You are swinging that axe like a child, should I tuck you in?” Hvitserk jokes. Annoyed you throw your axe at the tree, cutting his cheek in the process.

Trustworthy, you know he will keep your secrets till the day he dies.

Beats down men who try to touch or harass you.

Holds you during stormy nights, since he knows you are terrified of lightning.

Challenges you to eating contests, even though he always wins.

Romantic:

Never leaves you behind, he takes you everywhere he explores.

Brings you to his quiet places, a happy place he’s never shown anyone.

“I love the crashing sound of water hitting rocks. No one knows about this waterfall except you and I. It must stay a secret, so no one...bothers us.” Hvitserk smiles, walking over to you and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Cherishes every part of your body.

Marking. Hvitserk loves to leave marks on your body; scratches, bruises, bite marks, and hickies.

Ubbe:

Platonic:

Always stays by your side. He feels more at peace when he’s with you, especially during all this war.

Forehead kisses and long lasting goodbyes; he makes sure you both do something worth remembering, for he never knows if he will see you again.

Steals goats and rabbits from the butcher so you can hold and pet them to help with your anxiousness.

“These little guys should help you calm down.” Ubbe smiles and sits next to you, petting the goat. “Just don’t let it shit on my bed.” You both laugh.

Hunting sessions together. He tries to help you understand that killing animals is part of nature, but you cry anyways.

“You are too sweet for this world, you know that?” Ubbe rubs your back, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

Romantic:

Back rubs. From all the stress of war, you get extreme back pain. But, Ubbe knows how to make it go away almost instantly.

Always listens to what you have to say before he acts.

“I want to hear what my beloved has to say about the matter.” Ubbe says and motions you to speak; you do. He smiles at your confidence and well-thought ideas.

Tummy kisses, he can’t wait for the day you become pregnant with his child.

Always puts you first, even before his brothers.

He has a thing for kissing your hands and keeping them warm.

Sigurd:

Platonic:

Lets you create lyrics to his music, even though he’s super picky about it.

Is calm and gentle with you when you are in a panic.

“Breathe in and out, I know it’s hard to deal with, but you need to try.” Sigurd says quietly and escorts you somewhere soothing. Lake conversations seem to help you chill.

Cheers you up with his impressive funny faces.

Makes sure you are safe at all times, even if he needs to stay up all night.

Surprise tickles.

Romantic:

Attempts to make romantic dinners, but ends up burning the bread.

Overwhelms you with smooches whenever he can.

Uses his musical talent to help you sleep when you start to have nightmares.

Brings assorted flowers to you almost everyday, even though the flowers tend to end up torn apart.

“No matter how hard I try, by the time I get you the flowers are ruined.” Sigurd complains, but he still hands you the assorted flowers. (He tried!)

Long, gentle make out sessions in his bed.

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askthetotallynotcampcamp · 4 years

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jaspvid for the s o u l

michael: oak aye

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Jasper: *first day working at the camp 😳😳* *vIbES near the entrance lmao*

David: GOOOOOOD MORNING JASPER! READY FOR YOUR FIRST DAY?

Jasper: Totally!! Is the camp still the same as when we were younger?

David: yup! Obviously different kids, they can get crazy so be prepared!

Jasper: Oh jeez, okay.

The b u s: *i am alive*

David: ah! They're here, oh you're gonna love them Jas!

Max: *walks off the bus* who the hell is that?!

Nerris: yeah I've never seen him before! Hello sir I dont know!

David: well kids, this is your new counselor, Jasper!

Jasper: Hi kids-! I hope I can make your summer great!!

Neil: *😒😒*

Harrison: Oh cool! A new person to show my magic to!

Space kid: howdy do Jasper!

Max: okay just another person to make fun of!

-all the kids are in the mess haul now-

David: I told you to be prepared! Dont let max get to you, hes always like that

Jasper: he’s just a little, uh, insulting. kinda rude, I can handle it though! Don’t worry about it

David: alrighty!

-time skip bc I'm lazy-

David: *getting ready for sleep time* do do dooooo

Jasper: ughhh, I do not understand how you deal with those kids all day *😔*

David: I've gotten used to them, maxes words hurt sometimes but I'm fine with it. And you dont have to work here ya know, if it isnt fun for you

Jasper: I wanna work here because I miss being with you all the time, homeslice- I’ll get used to it eventually

David: awe that's sweet, but you can always tell me if you want to leave because this place can stress you out! Now you, should get some sleep mister

Jasper: *😳😳😳* ah yeah, you too homie *bed time bro*

David: goodnighttttt!

Jasper: goodnight-

Time: smellbert day time

The camp: i am going to burn down

David: OH GOSH THE CAMP!

-after they fix the camp bc I'm lazy and tired-

David: *collapses against a tree* now that, that was a workout

Jasper: *collapses nexts to mr tree* is that how it’s like everyday?

Neil: *a p p r o a c h e s*

David: yeah basically *jumps up* hello Neil!

Neil: Hey can I show you something I’ve been working on? *is neil*

David: ah yes of course! *grabs Jaspers hand and walks over*

Jasper: *😳😳😳😳*

Neil: Okay, so, this is my science stuff, and this right here is a calculator

David: very...interesting! Right Jasper!

Jasper: I like the uh, bottles?

Neil: The test tubes?

David: *tries not to laugh*

Jasper: I mean- I guess? I don’t know, I never did science

Neil: Literally everyone knows what a test tube is-!

David: oh come on Neil cut him some slack, hes not all about science

Neil: david, literally everyone knows what a test tube is!

David: well Jasper isnt everyone! Keep up the good work! *walks back to the cabin*

Jasper: *taps david’s shoulder 😗✌️* hey hey hey, quick question

David: hm? *turns around* yeah Jasper?

Jasper: Can I talk to you alone for a hot sec

David: yeah of course! What's up buddy pal

Jasper: uh, so, since I was a kid i thought you were super cool-?

David: wow really?! Youre really.. what's the word you use..radical!

Jasper: Wow thanks! Anyway, I was thinking and like- I like you??

David: well duh, we're best friends!

Jasper: yeah, but, like-like you homie

David: *very red* oh gosh- i- um-

Jasper: *😳😳😳* uh- yeah-

David: a-are you sure? Out of a-all people?

Jasper: *nodnodnodnod*

David: well uh- lucky for you- *kisses his cheek😳😳😳*

Jasper: *😳😳😳😳* oh dang-

David: *smiles at him*

Gwen: well that was lovely

Jasper: Wow gwen okay

David: oh h-hi Gwen..*v red*

Jasper: *😳😳😳😳*

Gwen: I saw the whole thing, it was WAY better than trash tv

David: well is this good for your trash tv? *kisses Jasperteehee*

Jasper: *is a red*

Gwen: *:0* Oh damn!!

David: oh wait I actually did that-

Jasper: jesus- *lmao covers his face or some shit*

Gwen: 👏👏👏

David: okay uh toodaloo! Bye! *runs to the cabin*

Jasper: uh, i’m gonna go too-! *fOLLOW*

Max: they're so gonna makeout

David: *in the bathroom* WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME

Jasper: *kNocKs oN tHe dOoR* uhh, davey are you okay?

David: AH! oh Jasper, hello! Uh yes I am completely fine why would something be wrong what

Jasper: you ran away really fast, are you sure you’re okay-?

David: yes of course! *comes pit of the bathroom and is like face to face w/ jasper bc he was standing right outside of the door??*

Jasper: *😳👉👈* *s smooch*

David: *😳😳😳😳😳😳*

Jasper: i’m uh, sorry *😔👉👈*

David: nononono it's okay! *hug*

Jasper: *hug 😔👉👈*

David: hey, you okay? *ruffles his hair and laughs*

Jasper: *:) 👉👈* of course!

David: that's great! *smiles at him*

Jasper: we should uh, leave and see what the kiddos are up to *walks out backwards???*

David: okay! *kicks the door open* owie

Jasper: oh dang are you okay-

Nikki: What SPICY DRAMA happened??!

David: nikki what do you mean??

Nikki: Max said you were gonna make out!

David: nothing happened! *😳*

Jasper: *holds onto david’s arm or smth lmao oop*

Nikki: hmmmm

David: nikki nothing- uh- nothing happened!

Max: Likely story DAVID!

David: fine, what do you think happened?

Max: you two made out or some gross shit and then you came out like nothing happened!

David: well you are incorrect!

Jasper: very incorrect!

Nikki: Oh damn it!

David: well anyways, since it's getting to sunset now, its campfire time! *skips over to the benches*

Jasper: come on children!! *follow*

Children: kk *follow*

Max: jasper I seriously dont understand how youre in love with HIM

David: *making a fire*

Jasper: I mean, he’s really nice, Max- I’m sure you’ll feel the same way about someone eventually

Max: pft- yeah, no

David: *stands up* okay and we are ready for action!

Jasper: oh come ON max, stop being so heartless *walks over to the f i r e*

David: *sits down on a log and puts on his sweatshirt* (I LOVE DAVID WEARING A SWEATSHIRT)

Jasper: *sits next to d a v i d* oh dang, are you cold?

David: eh, it's just summer night air

Jasper: yeah but i wanted an excuse to do this *puts his arm around david 😳*

David: *goes wide eyed 😳😳*

Jasper: *forehead smooch 😳😳*

David: *hides in his sweatshirt😳* Jasper not in front of the campers!-

Jasper: Oh dang i’m so sorry *n not*

David: *rests his head on his shoulder* hmph

Jasper: oh no, am i in trouble now? *hug teehee*

David: *shakes his head no*

Jasper: cool cool cool *😘😘😘*

Gwen: *👀👀👀*

David: *sleep*

Gwen: I think you need to go tuck your boy in

Jasper: Righto, Gwen make sure nothing burns down *picks up mr tree mans and cArRiEs hIm To tHe CabIn wOwIe*

David: huh..oh hi jasperrrr

Jasper: hola *drops mr tree mans onto his bed lmao rekt* you fell asleep

David: oh sorry *laughs tiredly?? Is that a thing??*

Jasper: go to sleep, you sound tired *forehead smooch 😳😳*

David: *pulls him down to....hug him duh*

Jasper: oh dang- *hug hug hug*

David: what? I love youuuuu (he ain't gonna remember this-)

Jasper: *😳😳😳* shoot- i love you too homie *s sits on the bed or smth*

David: *sits up and hugs him* thank you for working here, now I get to see your adorable face everyday

Jasper: jeez- calm down- *😳😳😳*

David: I'm just saying! *smiles at him*

Jasper: *😌😌* okay go to sleep now- it’s late, homeslice

David: okay *kisses him* goodnight *:)*

Jasper: goodnight weirdo *escape*

-morning-

David: *wakes up and sits up* best sleep I've ever had

Jasper: *uhh already out watching el children*

David: *gets dressed and walks outside* GOOOOOD MORNING JASPER

Jasper: hello hello, how did you sleep?

David: very good actually! I just dont remember anything from the camp fire

Jasper: oh great, you were hella tired last night man

Nikki: *f fire*

David: GOSH DARN NIKKI NOT AGAIN WITH THE FIRE!- *runs*

Jasper: *ahaha just vibes honestly lmao* righto children, who wants to go do something cool

Max: what do you consider cool

Jasper: dunno, what do YOU consider cool?

Max: I dont know that's why I'm asking you!

Space kid: how are babies made

Jasper: okay, we’re not going over that today- what if we uh, go to spooky island and find cool stuff

Nerris: david said we arent allowed over there!

David: I heard my name! Wassup

Jasper: we’re going to spooky island because i almost died there so we are allowed

David: *:0* ooooo adventures okay! Boat time! *walks to the boats*

Jasper: alrighty everyone get in groups of threes to go in the bOaTs and then don’t get lost

David: *gets in the boat in front of thy jasper* is Gwen coming?

Jasper: I don’t think so-

Space Kid: *is on their bOaT now because he asked how babies were made*

David: *starts paddling the boat* weeeeeeee

Jasper: *lmao also pAdDlInG*

Space Kid: David how are babies made?

David: uh well- *😳*

Space Kid: because neil told me that-

Jasper: okay okay okay let’s not talk about this today

Space kid: do you and jasper make babies?

David: NO *😳😳😳*

Jasper: *w heeze*

Space Kid: hmmmm, well do you want to make babies?

David: SPACE KID JUST STOP TALKING *😳😳😳😳*

Jasper: *literally sobbing* this is COMEDY

David: JASPER DONT ENCOURAGE HIM

Jasper: It’s so funny-!

David: uh-uh! Its embarrassing!

Space kid: you guys have definitely made babies

Jasper: *FIDNKSNSKSK* OH MY GOD *teeheehaw*

David: OKAY WOW LOOK WE'RE HERE *gets off the canoe*

Jasper: *escaped canoe* kk kids stay in your groups and find something cool

David: I guess space kid went with harrison and his group, so that's leave us alone *😳*

Jasper: *😳😳😳* *👀👀* *smooch 😳*

David: *😳😳😳* *kiss:)*

Jasper: *:)))*

Nikki: GUYS IT IS HAPPENING

David: NIKKI I SWEAR TO GOSH IF YOU DONT GO AWAY-

Jasper: *😳😳😳* Woah Davey chillax

Nikki: Everyone wanted to know!

David: well I think it's pretttttttty obvious that I am deeply in love with Jasper!

Jasper: 😳😳😳

Nikki: WOAHH!! Like my mom and Carl!!

Neil: nikki pleeeeeease dont bring that up

David: oh god-

Nikki: Why not! That was true love Neil!

Jasper: what even- who?

Neil: that was sex! Theres a difference Nikki!

David: their parents hooked up on parents day-

Jasper: *elbow nudge ;))* *LMAO WHEEZE JK JKING*

Nikki: There is no difference!

David: JASPER NO

Neil: they only did it for pleasure!!

Jasper: I was joking homie!

Nikki: oh REALLY? how would you know!!

Neil: beacuseeeeee that's why people do it nikki!

David: okay....homeskillet!

Nikki: have YOU ever done it!!!

Jasper: oh jesus- we should stop that before something bad happens

Neil: NIKKI I AM 11

David: yeah-

Jasper: *picks up nikki or some poopoo* Nikki, just listen to Neil on this one

Neil: THANK YOU

David: *giggles*

Nikki: this isn’t over NEIL

Jasper: okie dokie kids- Nikki you’re coming back with me because I don’t trust you with neil

Neil: NIKKI YOU LITERALLY EAT DIRT SO I DONT THINK YOU WOULD KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT SE-

David: OKAY ENOUGH OF THIS

Jasper: alrighty everyone we’re going back- david go back with neil

Nikki: *g rowels*

-when they get back-

David: *flops on to his bed* well that was a experience

Jasper: *s sits on david’s bed* oh god it sure was

David: *sits up and leans against the pillows* I haven't been that stressed in awhile-

Jasper: *😳😳👀* *smooch*

David: *smooch😳😳😳😳*

Jasper: *😳😳😳😳smooch*

David: *hug* hiiiii

Jasper: *hug 😳😳😳* hello hello

Dsvid: not to be that weird person but you are way better at kissing then I thought you would be- *giggles*

Jasper: *😳😳😳😳*

David: okay soryyyyyyyyyyy

Jasper: you’re so dorky

Space Kid: *knocks on the councelor cabins door*

David: ugh can we ever be alone! *opens the door* oh space kid! Why are you up?

space kid: i had a nightmare that space wasn’t real can i stay with you :(

Jasper: ughhhhhh

David: yes of course! *picks up him* where do you wanna sleep?

Space kid: uhhh in space

David: let me rephrase it, where do you want to sleep in the cabin?

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feyrhycien · 6 years

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Feyrhycien #6

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When Feyre had untangled herself from the usual mess of limbs and blankets that came from sharing a bed with not one, but two people this morning, she had felt fine. Tired, grumpy even, but fine; completely in line with how she felt every morning before she had had her first coffee.

Feyre had showered, eaten the breakfast a very sleepy Rhys had made for her while she had gotten ready for work and let an annoyingly chipper Lucien drive her to work.

Two hours into her work, she had felt slightly dizzy, but Feyre had wrote it off as a side-effect of staring into her computer for several hours straight, working on some very intricate details for a design.

But when lunch had rolled around and the dizziness had not only gotten worse, but her stomach had also lurched at the sight of food, even Feyre had to admit that something was wrong with her.

A trip to the bathroom had her balk at her own face in the mirror: she looked paler than death, safe for the weird, feverish blotches of red on her cheeks, and there was a weird sheen in her blue-grey eyes. She was sick, a stomach bug most likely, considering that Feyre made good use of her trip to the bathroom by emptying her stomach from the remains of her breakfast. Bacon and eggs didn’t nearly taste as good when eating them backwards, she found.

She made her way back to her office on wobbly legs, shivering and sweating at the same time, and bid her colleagues farewell, but not without politely sanitizing the door handle on the way out and offering to smooch everyone, who was interested in taking a few days off. Strangely, nobody took her up on that offer.

Feyre dragged herself home to her own apartment, shot a quick message to her boyfriends about having to cancel their plans for today and likely tomorrow, and then collapsed onto her bed, not bothering to undress. She barely managed to shimmy under the covers and then she fell asleep.

Loud banging and the doorbell ringing repeatedly forced Feyre awake. Checking her phone, she saw she had slept for about 3 hours - 3 hours in which her boyfriends seemed to have gone ballistic, freaking out over the cryptic message she sent earlier.

She had several missed calls and a multitude of concerned messages from both Lucien and Rhys, slowly escalating from What’s wrong? to If you don’t call is back within the next hour, we’re calling the police and open the damn door before we tear it down Feyre. She bet 100€ against herself that she knew who was currently trying to rouse the dead by smashing her front door – or, well, her.

Feyre dialed Rhys’ number and the banging against her door immediately stopped. It gave her enough time to make her way to her front door and open it. She was greeted by the worried faces of her boyfriends, Rhys having his phone pressed against his ear.

“Hello good sirs. Would you mind shutting the fuck up?” Feyre greeted them with a scowl.

Instead of answering, Lucien and Rhys both tackled her, stroking her face and body, checking for injuries and talking at the same time, so she had no chance to understand what either of them were saying. Feyre gave a resigned sigh. It wasn’t hard to guess what information they were after.

“I’m sick. I was sleeping. You’re annoying. Please leave, I want to go back to sleep. I love you. Bye.”

With that, she turned around and trudged back towards her bedroom. But getting out of bed and talking had jumbled up her stomach enough for it to decide, there might be still something left to get rid of, so Feyre quickly ducked into her bathroom to hurl her guts up. The soft patter of footsteps and two large hands combing back her hair and holding it at the nape of her neck told her, at least one idiot boyfriend, if not both, had followed her to bear witness to her compromising state. A cool hand wrapped around her neck and Feyre took a shuddering breath when the retching subsided. A damp washcloth conveniently appeared in front of her face.

Feyre took it and wiped it over her eyes and nose, that both had decided to support her mouth by providing accompanying leakage, and sat back on the bathroom floor, completely exhausted. Rhys released her hair he had been holding in favor of stroking her back and Lucien filled her toothbrush mug with fresh water, so she could rinse her mouth. Feyre gave them a tired nod of thanks and accepted the mug, spitting the water into the toilet, once she was done rinsing.

“Thank you, but I’m okay now. You can -”

“We’re not leaving!” Rhys announced promptly.

“Please, I’m just gonna retch and sleep for the rest of the day and night. Nothing you can help me with!” Feyre claimed weakly. She didn’t want them to catch whatever she had.

Feyre tried to pull herself up by the sink, but her arms kept failing her. Defeated, she allowed Lucien and Rhys to help her to her feet.

“Yeah right, love. You can’t even stand without us holding your up,” Lucien scoffed and began unbuttoning her sweaty blouse. “Come on, take this off.”

Feyre was too weak to continue resisting, so she allowed Lucien to undress her, while Rhys supported her, and then let herself be carried into bed.

“Did you see a doctor?” Lucien asked, digging out a set of pajamas and tossing them to Rhys, who began dressing her like a life-sized doll. Well, Feyre really hadn’t the energy to raise her arms and legs, so she guessed, a doll she was.

“No, went straight home,” she slurred, feeling terribly tired all of a sudden.

Lucien blew out a frustrated breath and shared a look with Rhys, who made a grim face and then tucked Feyre into bed, stuffing the comforter under her body and wrapping her up like a burrito. Feyre unsuccessfully tried to fight him off.

“Rhys, I’m hot,” she protested, wiggling like a caterpillar.

“Good. You should work up a sweat. Is there anything you’d like to eat? Drink?”

“Your lifeblood,” she grumbled moodily, giving Rhys the stink-eye. “Your head on a plate, but I would make do with your balls on a stick, roasted over open fire. Some chicken soup, if your balls are not available.”

Rhys gave her a bemused smirk and pressed his lips to her burning, sweaty forehead. “Alright, little savage. Chicken soup it is!”

Lucien came over with another damp washcloth that he must’ve fetched from the bathroom, running it softly over her face. Feyre gave a small sigh of approval.

“Write down what you need, hon, I’ll go shopping,” he said to Rhys. “Meanwhile, you guard our patient. Make sure she doesn’t escape!”

Feyre wanted to give a nasty retort, assuring them she was fine on her own and they were being ridiculous, but she didn’t even hear Rhys’ murmured answer to Lucien, because suddenly, her eyelids felt very heavy and she was gone, dragged under by sleep.

~~~

It took one whole gruesome day for Feyre to get better. One day that, despite her earlier reservations, made Feyre really happy she had her boyfriends to rely on.

In the course of one afternoon and one night, Feyre had sweated through 3 sets of pajamas and 2 sets of sheets. Whenever she woke up drenched in sweat, everything wet and damp around her, one of the guys hauled her out of bed and wiped down her sweaty body with a damp cloth, dressing her in dry clothes, while the other stripped down the sheets and aired out the bed. Her washing machine and dryer were running nonstop, but at some point, Lucien had to drive back to their place to bring back new sheets and an extra blanket, because Feyre’s had become so damp, she couldn’t use it anymore. He also brought some t-shirts and sweatpants of theirs for her to wear, because she had sweated through every pajama she possessed.

Rhys had made her a delicious chicken soup, that unfortunately refused to stay down. Which of course didn’t stop him from forcing it down her throat at perfectly spaced out time intervals, convinced that, although she puked it up 2 hours after eating latest, some nutrition remained in her body.

When, by the next morning, Feyre’s fever was still going strong and she was been near delirious, Lucien resorted to the one thing he usually never did: he called his mother, asking for help. She instructed her son, whom she hadn’t seen or talked to in years, how to make leg compresses, and then softly reprimanded him for never introducing her to Feyre and Rhys. She wouldn’t let Lucien off the phone before he hadn’t promised her a meeting.

“If she lives,” Lucien had added dryly. For some reason, Rhys hadn’t found it particularly funny. Feyre, however, giggled until she was crying. Okay, maybe she was really close to dying.

The compresses helped somewhat with the fever and around noon, the soup stayed down, causing a bleary-eyed Rhys and Lucien to fall into each other’s arms and cry timid tears of hope. Feyre simply rolled her eyes and went back to sleep.

When Feyre woke again around dusk, her fever had broken - and her boyfriends broken down.

They lay on either side of her on the bed, completely exhausted from taking care of her all night. As stealthily as she could, Feyre climbed over them and out of bed and snuck into the bathroom, taking a long, lukewarm shower. She had probably lost 2 kilos by sweating alone.

Finally feeling clean and slipping on a dry, good-smelling set of pajamas fresh out of the dryer, Feyre stuck her head into the bedroom. The two of them were still fast asleep. With a little smile she tiptoed back to bed and got back in, taking up her earlier place between them. They didn’t even stir.

It took some careful pulling and wiggling, but eventually Feyre managed to get out the comforter from underneath them and she spread it over herself and her boys. Pressing a kiss to both of their foreheads, carefully checking their temperature when she did, Feyre whispered a quiet thank you and went back to sleep.

She might have not wanted them to take care of her, because she was afraid they would catch whatever bug was bugging her, but Feyre couldn’t help but be grateful for these two wonderful men in her life.

She only hoped, when she woke up the next time, it wasn’t to find them puking out their guts.

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jizemderler · 7 years

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Don’t leave me hanging -Tom Holland

A/N: This was gonna be a shortie with grumpy!Tom but it got kina long and smut-ish?? Also FLUUUF. Enjoy!

I woke up to the sun shimmering into his room, the light playing with the shadows gently while our bodies were tangled in a way that told stories about last night. The sheets were also barely covering us, not like in movies where the main parts are always covered. So I tried to pull the blanket over my chest but it was tightly tucked under his body.

As I layed my hand against his side he flinched away and groaned into the pillow.

“Jesus, you’re hands are freezing.”,he said his voice muffled by the pillow and I chuckled. “Maybe, if you wouldn’t lie on the covers I wouldn’t be freezing. Just a thought.”,I mocked him playfully but he didn’t move. “Move Holland!”,I said finally and pushed my hands against his side and he flinched away again.

“Keep you’re hands to yourself Miss. Or I’ll call the cops.”,he joked with a serious expression and made me laugh. “Shut your stupid face.” I pulled at the blanket and when it finally got free I fell backwards on to the bed which made him laugh. “What’s so funny?”,I said furrowing my brows while sitting up and wrapping myself into the cover, leaving him fully uncovered. He looked over his shoulder because he was lying on his tummy and raised his brows. “You want me to turn over? Alright.”,he said and threw himself onto his back revealing everything. I rolled my eyes and stood up walking to his side of the bed. “Nothing I didn’t see before, pretty boy.”,I said while patting his abs casually. He squinted his eyes and right before I was going to walk away he grabbed my wrist and pulled me on to his body.

“Tom!”,I exclaimed and pressed my hands into the matress so that I was hovering over him. “What?”,he said innocently and you rolled your eyes. “I need to go. I’ll be late to class.”, I explained while pealing myself off of him and he pouted. “Do you have to go?”

“Do I have to go to class to pass my finals and finish college? I don’t know, how do you think it-…”, I started teasing him but he interrupted me by throwing a pillow at me which hit me right in my face.

“Ouch!”

“I’m not sorry, love.”,he smirked and turned his back on me crossing his arms infront of his chest and lying on his side. “Nice ass.”,I joked to cheer him up but he didn’t respond. “Oh come on Tom. You know I have to.”,I sighed and walked over to him. “Come on give me a kiss.”,I demanded and leaned down. “Don’t leave me hanging.”,I added after a few minutes of silence but he shrugged his shoulders still pouting and didn’t look up. I rolled my eyes and stood back up leaning my hands on my hips.

“I’ll come back after my classes.”,I told him before going in to the bathroom to get ready. He got up and brew some coffee while I was getting ready and the smell of it wandered through the whole apartment. Tom moved out of his parents house after the infinity war movie. Even though he was quite often back at his mum’s house it was nice to have his own place. We had more privacy this way, also his apartment was a little more paparazzi proof which was a big thing for us. After I finished getting ready I walked into the kitchen and found him leaning against the counter with only his boxers on sipping on his hot coffee. I admired his look for a second before I walked over and took his coffe out of his hand to take a sip. “Hey!”,he protested but I put the mug down on the counter and layed my hands on his hips to pull him close to me. I stood on my tipy toes to place a kiss on his lips but he turned his head away and I furrowed my brows. Enough was enough. I squished his face with my hand to keep him steady and pressed a smooch on his lips before pulling away with a big smile.

“You’re dumb.”,he said and wiped his mouth to annoy me but I shrugged it off. “I love you too!”,I called while walking away and put my shoes on.

***

I came back late in the evening because I had to do some research in the library. Arriving at Tom’s I was absolutely exhausted and tired. I knocked on the door and leaned my forhead against the wood while waiting for him to open up. “Who’s there?”,he yelled and I rolled my eyes and groaned. “Tom, it’s me!”,I answered and knocked again but he didn’t bother opening up. “Come on don’t leave me hanging. I’m really tired. I will leave if you don’t open up.”,I said my eyes still closed and suddenly the door flew open so that I stumbled into his arms.

“Woah. You look like shit.”, he said his arms wrapped around my body and I rolled my eyes.

“Piss off, Holland.”,I said and pushed him away to get into his bedroom. I threw my stuff into a corner and took out some comfy clothes to put on. “I filled the bathtub for you?”,he said carefully and snuck his head through the gap and looked at me, his body still behind the door. “Really?”

“Yeah. I’m only sometimes a dick.”,he said and cracked a half smile. “Only if you join me.”,I said dropping my clothes while making my way to the bathroom.

We were sitting opposite of each other in the hot water smelling of vanilla and orange blossom and we were talking about stuff that happened today. “I got asked for a pic today at least 5 times.”,I said while leaning my head back into the water to get my hair wet. “I’m not even famous. What do they want with it?”,I said and shrugged after thinking about it and not coming to a conclusion. My leg was between his and his was between mine so when I moved my left leg up and down I gently stroked his right leg while he drew circles on my other leg giving me goosebumps. “Were they guys? You’re really pretty today.”,he said and I could hear a tiny bit of jealousy in his voice.

“Two of them were. They told me to tell you that they love you.”,I smiled with a raised brow and he understood. “What can you do. I’m prettier.”,he said shrugging his shoulders. “Shut up.”,I said and splashed a little bit of water his way. Suddenly he grabbed my knees and pulled me towards him so that I was sitting on his lap. “It was mostly stunts today so I’m really sore too.”,he said while placing butterfly kisses down my throat and I put my head in my neck to give him better acces and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of his hot wet lips on my skin. “I missed you.”,he added and went to my collarbone and started sucking slightly and a hushed moan escaped my mouth which made him smile. His hands trailed down into the water and between my folds and he started moving his finger in circles. My thighs twitched and I grabbed onto his shoulders to keep myself steady. “I missed you too.”,I moaned and he brought his lips up to mine and kissed me teasingly. “Stop it, Holland.”,I said into the kiss and suddenly he slid two fingers into me and kept circling my clit which made me arch my back. He pumped his fingers slowly in and out and kept kissing me, more passionate this time. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. My hand went down to his member and I stroked him slightly. A moan escaped his mouth and I smiled into the kiss while sitting up on my knees so he could position himself at my entrance. I broke the kiss and looked down at him, his head leaned back, his mouth slightly open, breathing heavily. Such a beautiful view. I slid my hands into his hair and tugged at them slightly while he pulled his fingers out of me to replace them with his cock. We both moaned loudly while he pushed himself inside of me and I tugged harder on his hair which made him groan in pleasure.

We didn’t move for a few seconds to enjoy the sensation of filling me out and only our heavy breaths were echoing in the bathroom. “I love you so damn much.”,he said out of breath and I smiled. “I love you too dumbass.”,I answered and began to move my hips slowly up and down while his hands were on my hips improving the movement. I leaned down, my hair falling over my shoulders and started sucking right under his ear where his sweetspot was. “Faster.”,he moaned and his grip on your waste tightened. “If we go faster the water will spill over.”,I said breathlessly and my legs startet trembling.

Suddenly he pulled us up without pulling out and pressed me against the freezing shower wall, my legs wrapped sround his waist. He hit the right spot everytime he pulled out and pushed back in and his pace drove me crazy. “Tom…”,I moaned and tugged at his hair and let my hands trail down his back. He took my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged at it slightly which made me lean in for more. My walls started to clench around him and I was having trouble to hold on. “Babe-…I’m close.”,you moaned into the kiss and he fastened his pace to push me off the cliff. I came moaning and screaming his name and he followed right after me, his pace sloppier this time, doing the same.

We stood there for a couple of minutes, he still inside of me and rode our highs out. As soon as his breath was steady again he leaned in and gave me a kiss on my forehead and pulled out of me. He drained the water from the bathtub and opened the shower to wash us both. We shampood each other and he gave me a relaxing massage before washing all the bubbles away.

***

After we finished showering we put on some comfy clothes and sat down on the couch to have our take out dinner. I was leaning against his chest while shoving noodles into me. Some old TV-Show was running on TV but we were not really giving it much attention. “You want to do something tomorrow? I heared there is this place perfect for hiking. Beautiful views and waterfalls and stuff like that. I’d enjoy some fresh air.”,I suggested while chewing the last noodles and leaned forward to put the empty box on the coffee table. “I can’t.”,he said and made you look up at him with furrowed brows. “Why? It’s your day off tomorrow. Mine too.”,I pouted and he gently stroked my arm with his hand. “Can I have a kiss before I tell you why?”, he asked shyly and I squinted my eyes and got rid of his hand on my arm. “Thought so.”,he said and looked at the carpet while swinging his foot up and down. “There is this surprise thing at the premier. You have to come with me. Please! It popped up last minute. I swear.”,he defended himself and I rolled my eyes and took my empty food box and his food box out of his hand and walked into the kitchen. “Hey! I was eating that!”,he called after me but I ignored him.

I came back and leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms infront of my chest. “Now it’s my time to be petty, buddy.”,I said and walked into his bedroom and closed the door. “Oh come on now! Don’t leave me hanging!”,he yelled from the living room and you smiled to yourself rememebering the exact same words coming out of your mouth this morning.

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