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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 23

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: E | 8.3k includes: smut ur welcome, Jason and Roy being whores, Bruce and Ollie appearance

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 23: Love Me Like You Used To | ao3 - wattpad

The three of you stay up practically all night, talking about whatever comes to mind while sleep continues to elude your minds.

The adrenaline has yet to wear off and you still feel like there’s so much to be said, yet the three of you continue to talk about the dumbest shit just like you had back in high school.

You all take turns saying the most ridiculous, slap-happy influenced bullshit to see who will laugh the hardest, Jason being the hardest nut to crack, of course. Eventually, around five, you all tire out.

“You know,” Roy yawns, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Damian has that Cali king in our room.”

“I remember.” You’d just been in there the other night. It’s not like the couch was exactly looking appetizing with your injury. “Your boyfriend is right here, Roy,” You chide with a light snort.

“It’s not like that, but it could be. Right, Jay?”

Jason surprisingly winks at you, leaving you to sputter.

It’s unfair how easily they manage to make you blush, especially now, even when you’re tired and injured. As it is, every move you make leaves your body in agonizing, stabbing pain and your eyelids can hardly remain open.

“Stop teasing me,” It comes out as more of a weak demand than anything as sleep tugs at your heavy eyelids.

You yawn, feeling Roy’s head bob against your shoulder before resting your head atop his.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed,” It’s Roy who stirs and urges you into the room. You willingly oblige, allowing him to lead you to the mattress.

Lian’s already passed out. Her little snores sputter out into the dark room and you try to minimize your movement to not wake her a whole hour earlier than she’d normally wake up.

If she does end up waking up, you know none of you will be able to go to sleep for at least another hour. Your mind tiredly lists off Lian’s little quirks with a smile, knowing she’d want to be fed and entertained, meaning you’d be stuck on babysitting duty until Damian or Jon would get up.

The ache in your body and eyelids is enough incentive to keep as still as possible.

You make quick work of changing into your PJs while Jason and Roy turn around to give you space.

It’s quite funny, in your sleep-induced state, how they still try to grant you modesty when they’ve literally seen all there is to see. Nonetheless, you appreciate the gesture. Once you’ve changed, Roy slips into bed behind you while Jason lies across from you, his fingers tickling your scalp from over Lian’s sleeping form.

You’d always been prone to falling asleep wherever. However, after these few days of bliss with them, your body rejects anything less than being snuggled between them.

You’re awoken what seems like minutes later by Lian’s pleas from the other room for Jon to put on Superman.

You blearily let yourself close the new gap between you and Jason. You sleepily hike your leg in between his and snuggle your head into the crook of his neck. He stirs slightly but ultimately begins tracing up and down your arm.

Beside you, Roy’s still conked out, laying stomach down with his arm thrown over your waist. His haphazard snores are angled into your shoulder while his legs are eagle spread across the mattress.

Jason’s skin smells intimate, like sleep. You crave more.

You nuzzle his neck, feeling him smile in response, “Morning.”

He shifts, allowing your thick thigh further in between his own muscular ones.

“Mm,” You mumble dreamily. His fingers begin tickling underneath your, well, technically his, sleep shirt.

“You sleep alright?” Jason’s morning voice is pure sin, rumbling all the way from the pooling heat in your lower region down to your toes. You nod, smiling when his eyes briefly slide close as he fights to keep whatever lingering dregs of sleep he can before gracing you with his emerald gaze a few moments later. “Tha’sgood, babe.”

You chuckle lightly, “Yeah.”

Your response is a breathy whisper against the roar of Roy’s deep slumber and Lian’s joyful screams in the living room. Man, coudl these Harper’s make some noise in the morning.

You shuffle closer, still feeling the weight of Roy’s arm around your waist as Jason’s left arm soon falls beside it, pulling you flush against his warm chest. Your head presses against his chest hair, looking up at his neck when you hear him yawn.

Once he’s done, he moves his head backward a bit so that he can meet your gaze.

He seems more awake than before when he wishes you good morning and nearly kisses you before fully waking up, “Sorry.”

Jason’s green eyes are wild as he searches your face for a response.

You just smile tiredly in return and tug for his fingers around your waist to start tickling up your sides again.

He smiles at your cute, early-morning behavior and easily gives in to your request. The shirt rises and with it, exposing your panties. Jason continues his ticklish sensations. Unbeknownst to him, his ministrations are causing other things to tickle at the same time.

“I wouldn’t have minded, you know.”

“Oh?” He blinks back at you slowly, like he still thinks he might be in the midst of dreaming. His motions on your soft skin cease so swiftly you almost miss it before they resume like they’d never stopped.

You can’t help but bite your lip at the deep timber of his voice while you’re in such an intimate position like this.

Your eyes flick back down to the safety of his chest, unable to face the intensity behind his slitted eyes. “Jay?”

You hear him gulp, wondering just what kind of effect you’re having on him, all while trying to hide his obvious one on you.

Your nickname is a hushed response back.

His rough fingers trail down, drawing his shirt on you down with it. He comes to a light stop right above the waistband of your thong with a hypnotizing barely there pressure. You need more. You need the pads of his fingertips to go lower and lower until they…

You unwittingly buck into the touch and gasp with embarrassment. He doesn’t allow you to drown in it for too long, however. The gentle pressure lifts as his fingers move to caress under your chin, motioning it upward. You give in easily, though the heat on your cheeks prevents you from looking at him again quite yet.

When you finally gain the courage to look at him, you can’t help the look of absolute wonder on your face as you explore his face for any sign of resistance. Yes, he’d already kissed you, but it’d been in the midst of all the recent stress and chaos. Who’s to say that this isn’t just another one-off event?

“I don’t think,” You finally muster after a few seconds of studying his expression. ‘I don’t think I can hold back anymore,’ is what you want to say, but your lips refuse to reveal your cards just yet. Your bottom lip trembles as an overwhelming surge of lust and anticipation after years of this chase takes hold of you. “I can’t think,” You whimper, hoping he’ll somehow understand this all means you really want his tongue in your mouth like, five years ago. Now, though… Now is the next best thing. “Please, no more teasing me.”

Jason’s eyes widen.

His fingers trickle further up your jawline at a tantalizingly slow pace. The deliberate touch draws your face closer to his on the pillow with every catch of his callouses against your soft cheeks.

Where Roy’s lips are chapped, his hands have always been surprisingly soft. Jason, on the other hand, Jason’s lips have always been smooth and supple, but his hands are rough and calloused.

“No more,” He agrees lowly.

It’s your turn to look surprised, “Really?”

He leans down, lips brushing lightly against your forehead as his next words send you over the edge of no return, “I promise,” He places a gentle kiss where his lips have been resting before moving further down to kiss at the tip of your nose. “Anything you want, you can have, babe. Just say the words.”

Your one hand rests on his sculpted stomach while your other hand mimics his own and rests along his chiseled jawline. He’d always looked like one of those Greek statues in Damian’s art books, but his scars and iridescent jewel-toned eyes put him in an entirely different category. Jason’s beauty is truly that of a god, which no marble nor sculptor could ever do justice.

“I can’t wait anymore,” You breathe out, feeling relief with each word that pushes past the anticipation lodged in your throat. “Please,” You beg. “Please, don’t make me wait for you any longer, Jay. Please, I can’t…” You trail off at the same time he seems to snap.

Jason groans, finally ducking his head down to meet your lips and give you exactly what you’ve been aching for.

It’s at this exact moment that Roy snorts awake with a jolt, moving to drowsily spoon you like he had last night, just as your lips finally brush against Jason’s.

Roy’s unexpected touch causes you to startle backward into his morning wood with a tiny yelp. Upon contact with his heavy, clothed member, you arch your back, blushing when you realize what you’ve just done.

He winces as if you’d hurt him, then wiggles back against you, “Oh, man, princess. I forgot you were here.”

You’re still very much entangled with his boyfriend right in front of him, though he seems more interested by the situation than upset by it.

“Gee, thanks, Roy.”

“Just playing, baby,” He makes to spoon you but stops just short of fully pressing himself against your back. All the while, Jason’s slitted green eyes stare the two of you down with sleepy interest. “This okay?” Does Roy mean spooning you, or the fact his morning wood is now directly pressed up against your bare ass.

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re all three dancing around the idea of fucking? Well, at least you’re dancing around the idea and have to remind yourself that they’re the ones who are dating, not you.

Something does feel different in the air after last night, though.

It’s as if the floodgates have finally opened and yet, even though you now feel like you can be completely open and vulnerable with them, you still don’t exactly know where you stand relationship-wise with them. Frankly, you’re too scared to ask.

You bite at your lower lip when his dick twitches against you and can’t help but nod. Your answer escapes your lips in a gasp, “Yes.”

Jason’s eyes flick upward and you know he and Roy are doing that annoying ass eye-communication-thing they do so well before they’re both closing in on you.

Your stomach flips as the reality of the situation comes crashing down on you like a tidal wave.

Roy clears his throat. Your whole body goes tense, waiting for them to throw you out of the room, but it never comes. Instead, you’re met with his gruff, morning voice. It’s not fair the things it’s stirring inside yourself.

“Do you want us?” His words alone are enough that you feel a rush of wetness seep onto your thighs. “Because we reallywant you, baby.”

They forcibly remain still on the mattress as they await your answer.

You can’t help but gulp around the excitement that it’s finally, finally happening.

Your hands grip the sheets as you grind back into Roy. At the same time, you tug Jason’s abs flush against your tits.

It’s not enough of an answer, apparently.

“We’re gonna need to hear that pretty voice, babe,” His voice sounds barely restrained as it lewdly tickles against your ears.

“Loud and clear,” Roy adds as a hot whisper against the shell of your ear. “You can do that for us, can’t you?” Your breath hitches in your throat, “Or are you going to be a bad girl?”

Your legs tremble, wanting so badly to flip on your back and spread yourself for both of them right then and there, but you’ve been patient- so fucking patient. The least you can do is return the favor of all their teasing and blue balls for a few moments more.

“What if I don’t want to be bad?” Your eyes slowly trail up Jason’s chiseled abdomen, lit up like a work of Michelangelo’s in the morning sun. “What if all I’ve been trying to do is be a good girl for the two of you.”

You notice Jason’s eyes flicking up greedily to meet Roy’s and wonder if you’ve said something wrong.

You’re quickly assured that, no, you haven’t said anything wrong when Jason takes the lead and flips you on your side to pin you against the mattress. It happens so fast that you’re left staring up at him in brief confusion, then arousal as one of Jason’s thick thighs slots deliciously between your own.

“I like good girls,” Jason says your name with his heavy eyes boring into you like loaded guns, shooting fire all the way down to your aching wetness. “I like ‘em a lot,” The last part of his sentence is grumbled against your neck as he steadily makes his way toward your gasping mouth.

It’s everything you’ve known you needed and so much more.

Your heart pours itself into the kiss, gliding against his plump lips like they’re your lifeline.

A steady pouring of adrenaline leaves you nearly shaking after having waited so many fucking YEARS for this kind of clarity. No, for this kind of relief.

It’s finally yours for the taking and, boy, do you take.

The flood walls finally give way, bursting as both of them descend upon you, taking turns sucking your lips until they’re swollen up like a sex doll.

Roy’s still lying on his side as he caresses your cheek and leverages your head to get a deeper angle. His hand tantalizingly trickles up your thigh to rest at the small of your waist while he gives you exactly what you want.

“You’re perfect, princess,” He gasps once Jason cups your cheek to move your lips back to his. This is how it continues until Roy finally has the courage to bare himself completely. “What?” He says, covering his dick when you and Jason break away to stare at the latest development.

“Roy,” You gasped, staring at him in shock, openly taking in his, well, everything for the first time since the showers. This time, his pink-tipped cock bounces up and down under your inspection.

Jason looks down at you, then at Roy as if, for once, they’re the ones who are unable to read you.

“Like what you see?” He’s smirking like usual, but it lacks its usual charm. There’s no way he’s actually self-conscious right now, right?

You gulp, realizing they’re way out of your league, yet they’re just as self-conscious as you’re feeling.

“I always have.”

Roy smirks, “Have a thing for redheads, then?”

“Yeah,” You nod easily, “and their angsty boyfriends.”

Jason chuckles lowly, but Roy looks downright devilish now.

You’ve obviously quelled any remaining timidness as he slinks toward you, smirking like the cat who got the cream. Roy straddles your waist with his cock slipping ever so slightly through your slick folds before his slit rubs against your sensitive nub. You throw your head back at the contact with a pathetic moan that has Jason on your lips in an instant.

His strong hand slides up your neck, securing his hold around it into the kiss as Roy grinds against your twitching cunt.

“Jay,” He moans when you grind up to meet his thrust. The tip of his cock catches on your entrance, nearly pushing in. You break away from the kiss with a shocked gasp, arching up off the mattress.

Jason rips your shirt off of you, literally rips it from your body. You and Roy stare at him in shock, but he just shrugs, “What?”

The three of you all seem to realize at the same time that your tits are now fully exposed and waste no time descending upon them. Each of them taunts your nipples at a different pace, with different strokes, but at the same time.

“Fuck,” You need relief, so your hand travels downward only to be stopped by Jason’s calloused hands.

“I thought you said you were a good girl, babe,” His eyes sear into yours with a playful glint flashing across their emerald surface. “Or did you tell daddy a lie?” His mouth hovers tantalizingly close to your erect bud while he awaits your answer.

“I-” For the first time in your life, you’re rendered speechless as these two god-like men ravenously stare down at your naked body, eyeing you up like prey.

Roy smirks over at Jason, coming out slightly slurred as if he's already drunk on sex, “She’s speechless, Jay.”

Your eyes narrow, “Shut it, Harper.”

He may have his dick sliding against the wet folds of your cunt, but you aren’t so desperate as to let him talk shit.

His mouth obediently snaps shut at the same time Jason laughs.

Your clit is desperate to be touched and you feel half delirious because of it. Roy seems to understand because he slithers down your stomach and positions himself between your legs, restraining them in his strong grip to prevent you from closing them.

“I’ll shut up and eat your pussy, princess. That works for me, too.”

“Good,” You nod down at him, tangling his fiery locks in between your fingers to tug him close to where you so desperately need him. He groans as he mouths against your lips, barely flicking at your clit just to be a dick. It leaves you a panting mess, nonetheless, as his slow, deliberate laps at your cunt leave you wriggling against his boyfriend’s chest.

Jason moves from the side of you, removing his boxers as he does so, to trap your head between his deliciously scarred thighs. For the first time, you come face to face, well, face to dick with his eye-widening member.

You can’t help but stare at what you’ve only ever imagined.

It’s thick, veiny and fucking perfect.

You need it shoved down your throat, stat.

Your mouth unwittingly opens and he needs no further encouragement than to settle his hefty cock onto your willing tongue. You nearly go cross-eyed when his length breaches against the back of your throat. You obediently swallow around it, feeling tears tinge in the corners of your eyes at the challenging stretch.

At the same time, Roy knows exactly all the angles and pressure to use on you to make you a withering mess in mere seconds. You’ve never felt anything like it before and you’re seriously worried you’re going to come before either of them even get the chance to fuck you. Carefully, his thick fingers add one after the other into your tight heat, plunging in and out as he stretches you obscenely.

You take Jason’s dick like a champ, swallowing it all the way to the base with every demanding thrust he sends your way. You find yourself actually enjoying the pain as your mouth stretches and drools around his thick cock. It probably helps that Roy’s making an absolute mess of your cunt with every barrage of fast flicks and slow, flat licks that leave you a gurgling mess against Jason’s thrusts.

It’s too much and Roy seems to know it with your sporadic thrusts against his slick-coated mouth. He smacks Jason on the ass, sending his cock all the way to the back of your throat. You nearly scream at the obscene pressure, teary eyes never leaving Jason’s green ones all the while.

You mumble sadly around Jason’s member when Roy’s mouth removes itself from you with a loud slurp. His fingers gently follow soon after, leaving you feeling completely empty. Jason seems to understand what this means and moves to lie beside you with a wink.

“You ready for what’s next, babe?”

What’s next?

Your blown-out eyes nod dumbly, causing both of them to chuckle at your uncharacteristic quietness.

Roy’s eyes impishly flash between your naked bodies like it’s Christmas morning. “How you wanna do this, Jay?”

You watch as Jason’s dick twitches, “Just like how we always talked about, love.”

Roy smirks and smacks lightly at your hip. You give him a confused look but rise to your knees nonetheless.

“Follow my lead, princess.” You watch as Roy spreads his legs across Jason’s upper thighs so their cocks bounce against each other. Roy motions for you to come closer and, when you do, his hand covers yours and drags it over to their leaking tips.

You don’t need his help to know what’s next.

Timidly, you wrap your lithe fingers around the impressive girth of their combined erections and begin to beat them off together. You wonder if you’re even doing it right when Roy throws his head back and moans like an absolute whore, something you and Jason share an amused look at. The look only lasts for so long before you feel your face flush.

“You like that, baby?” You bite your lip, turning to face Jason’s lust-drunk eyes. “You like making Roy come undone like the slut he is?” Roy groans appreciatively.

Jason’s words spur your hands into a frantic pace that leaves both of them fucking desperately up into your fist for more delicious friction. As if it’s too much, Jason motions to Roy and Roy stops your hand mid-jerk.

Jason shifts so he’s half-propped up by the headboard, looking absolutely pleased with his arms tucked behind his head while Roy situates your dripping cunt over his cock. When you slowly sink down on his length, growing accustomed to the stretch as you do, Jason can hardly stop himself from bucking up into your tight heat had Roy’s sturdy hands not remained on either side of his hip bones.

You’re definitely happy Roy had fingered you as much as he had earlier. It makes what’s happening now a hell of a lot more pleasurable. You take your time as the uncomfortableness soon turns to pleasure with help from their tantalizing touches as you slowly sink further down on Jason’s cock.

They don’t seem to mind how long it’s taking at all. If anything, it seems like they’re grateful for the slowdown in pace, if only to last longer once you finally reach his base.

Once you grow accustomed to the intense stretched feeling, you gently rest back on Roy’s freckled thighs, which are spread similarly to yours, across Jason’s thick thighs.

“Tell me,” Roy whispers your name against the shell of your ear from behind. Jason begins to thrust in and out of you, carefully watching your every minute reaction. “Did you fantasize about this?” He groans at a particular thrust. “Did you imagine getting stuffed by me and Jay, baby? So full and so good for us just like this, princess?”

“YES!” Roy’s hand snakes around to flick your clit cruelly. “Fuck, yes. I did.” You feel droll spilling from the corner of your mouth, but Jason easily wipes it with his thumb and a Cheshire grin. “You both know I did.”

It seems like you aren’t the only one who’s fantasized about this if their desperate, pleased reactions are anything to go by.

“Shit,” Roy groans as he lines himself up with your twitching hole. “You don’t know how many wet dreams I’ve had about this.”

“Enough to force us to get new sheets every year,” Jason rolls his eyes, moving his hands to support some of your weight as Roy’s cock begins to rub against your slick slit.

“Jay,” Roy whines like the brat he is. “Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to fit.” You feel more than see his head resting against the back of yours as he restrains himself from tearing straight into you. “Your pussy’s too tight for us, baby.”

You whimper as the head of his cock hardly has enough room, with Jason’s thick member already engulfing the majority of your cunt.

“That’s so fucking hot,” You cover your mouth as soon as the words escape your mouth, but Jason’s already there, removing your hands from your mouth.

“We want to hear everything,” Jason’s dark, domineering tone drips around your name, thick like honey. “We want you to give us everything, babe. All of it.”

It’s enough to unleash a sputtered moan that you wish you could cover up but don’t. Jason seems to recognize this and coos lightly with simmering praise that leaves you dripping on Roy’s cock steadily slipping into your wet heat right alongside Jason’s.

“Fuck,” It comes out barely as a breath as your head knocks back into Roy’s once he’s fully situated inside of you. “I don’t wanna come yet,” You shake your head desperately while Jason drinks in your reaction with thirsty, verdant eyes. “Please,” You beg them. “I can’t come yet, please!”

You’re completely stuffed with both of their thick lengths pushing into every possible wall inside of you. You could come right here and now with this overwhelming sensation alone, but once they start thrusting into you, you know you’re not going to last long.

Your desperate whines and whimpers fall on deaf ears as they continue their ruthless assault on your cunt, barely leaving you time to breathe with each purposeful thrust they shudder into you.

Jason removes his hands to situate themselves behind his head, watching you ride him while Roy fucks into you from behind.

You don’t think you’ve managed to stop moaning for even a millisecond since Roy’s pink-tipped dick slipped inside your already-filled pussy. His head pathetically splayed across your shoulder, panting like he’s barely holding himself back from fully ravaging your pussy.

That won’t do.

“Give it to me, Roy.” Jason groans at the same time Roy does. Both of them buck into you simultaneously, leaving you to see stars. You can’t even begin to attempt to cover your screams as they ring out across the expanse of the room. It feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced before and your body reacts openly because of it.

Roy’s hand still rubs at your clit, while the other snakes around your front to jiggle your tits. You watch as they bounce up and down with each pump and your hips sputter when his fingers flick at your nipples. You clench down around them as you stave off your orgasm for another moment longer, but it’s in vain.

You’re coming, falling backward into Roy’s sturdy chest as you spasm on their dicks, never fully pulling off. You’re shaking into Roy’s hold around you. The redhead steadies you as your arousal cools and simmers back in the bottom of your stomach.

This, however, doesn’t stop Jason from continuing to fuck into you.

Hell, he doesn’t even slow his thrusts as he continues to fuck into you with a dazed look settled across his half-lidded eyes. He bites his lip as he and Roy fuck your come into you with their own precome adding to the lewd syrup drizzling from your squelching hole with each thrust.

Jason seems lucid as he watches Roy fondle your abused tits, leaving you to writhe against him whorishly as he brings you close to the edge again. Jason himself doesn’t look too far off either, as his small gasps and grunts become more frequent and more desperate.

Roy’s breath fans across your neck in small puffs as he makes cruel work of your overly sensitive nub.

You come again with a pained cry, arching your back with your eyes crossing as they milk every last drop of come from you. Roy fucks into you as Jason’s sinking out of you.

This is how they continue until you’re stuffed with both of their come. Both you and Roy fall forward, completely spent, onto Jason’s toned chest.

Jason’s panting beneath your weight when he finally speaks up, “Was it everything you imagined?”

You’re still catching your breath as you consider your answer.

Your pussy aches pleasantly, you’re completely fucked out and the two men you’ve always loved are the reason for it all.

“Fuck yeah, Jay.”

Roy groans and you feel his dick twitch against your ass in interest.

You end up going a few more rounds before you’re all entirely spent. You wash each other off in Damian’s rich-ass shower before joining Jon, Damian and Lian in the living room.

“I’ve never known either of you to sleep in so long,” Damian’s stare is pointed at both Jason and you.

You shrug, blushing.

“Babe’s still speechless, Jay,” Roy smirks, freckled cheeks still lit up with the red heat of sex. One searing look his way, though and he concedes, easily throwing up his hands in faux-surrender.

Words escape you and you have no interest in opening your mouth and babbling like an idiot, which will inevitably happen if you do.

Jon hangs out with you, Jason, Roy and Lian, even going so far as to offer to watch her with Damian so you guys can start on a plan. Eventually, it’s decided that Arsenal and Red Hood will search for your parents and leads into who all had been contracted but ultimately lost Deadshot’s trail.

Meanwhile, you try to trace him but keep running into Belle Reve’s annoying ass firewall.

Further digging brings up something called-

“Task Force X?” You squint your eyes at the screen, trying to make sense of the name. After hours of research, you give up and pass along the information.

Apparently, they can both make sense of the connection and this earns you the title of ‘their oracle.’

Once you’re finished, Lian’s itching to get outside, so the three of you relieve Jon of his babysitting duties to take her to Gotham Botanical Gardens.

You can’t help but be reminded of the last time you were here with Jason and Roy after their kiss and subsequent weirdness. Coupled with this morning’s predicament, you couldn’t help but be amused by your current predicament all these years later.

Here you are, hours post-sex with them, yet you can’t help but feel like your insecure fifteen-year-old self around them.

As if repeating how Jason and Roy had split off from each other to brood in silence all those years ago, you remain somewhat distant from the three of them without even meaning to.

You’re still hesitant around them and you’re pretty sure they can tell because now they’re giving you even more space. It’s a good sign that they aren’t currently arguing about you impeding on their relationship.

They seem fine, but you can’t be sure.

They don’t mention anything to you, so you continue to walk on eggshells around your feelings for both of them.

You just hope they won’t notice.

Jason and Roy have Lian, all hand-in-hand, walking around the botanical gardens all hand as you trail behind them. You don’t even realize you’re wringing your hands until Roy’s freckled hand stops the movement.

Roy glances at you with a curious, raised brow, “You know, you can totally join in on this, princess. Just say the word.”

You wince at being caught, “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

Roy chuckles and Jason turns around to give you a look you’re starting to get familiar with. Instead of saying anything further, Jason reaches his free hand out for you.

You stare at it as if it’s going to hurt you and aren’t able to school your response before Jason can notice. His hand falters briefly before you grab it and lace your fingers in between his automatically.

You understand that, yes, they had sex with you- you just don’t understand what it means, never mind where the three of you go from here. It’s not like they’re exactly screaming your relationship status from the rooftops.

Jason squeezes your hand before you can spiral too far into your doubts. Instead, he draws your attention to the butterflies that suddenly flock around you.

Lian giggles at the sight of butterflies flitting about your hair, “You have a butterfly crown!”

“A true princess,” Roy winks, moving beside you to hold your free hand while Lian skips around close by. “Definitely a different vibe from when me and Jay were arguing and shit here, don’t you think?”

You’re definitely in a better place in life now than you were back then, even with all this crazy shit going on.

Maybe the hesitancy is all in your head. Maybe there’s truly no reason for your insecurity.

With both of their hands securely wrapped around yours, you allow yourself to believe it. Even if it’s only for today, you do believe it.

“Definitely,” You agree, squeezing both of their hands at the same time. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to smiling this hard.

Lian quickly becomes distracted by the ice cream stand a few yards off the main garden path. You take up Lian-duty as you quickly follow behind her before she can get too far away.

When you turn around, you’re met with a familiar face talking to Jason and Roy- Deadshot.

You quickly steer Lian’s attention toward the ice cream man, which isn’t too difficult. The entire time, though, you can’t deny the pressing feeling of eyes on your back. After ordering and waiting a few minutes, you finally gain the courage to check behind you to find Deadshot gone.

You give Lian her ice cream cone, hoping it’ll be enough to keep her preoccupied enough while you and her dads reconvene.

Jason and Roy are deep in conversation as you and Lian approach. They only briefly stop to let you know he hasn’t been asked to renew the contract against you, meaning they’ve most likely dropped it.

“Probably realized it was more expensive to hire mercenaries than whatever payout they’d receive from you.”

That’s too easy.

Nothing is ever easy with them.

“Or they’re waiting it out,” You surmise.

Roy seems confused, “Why would they keep trying to kill you?”

“I think I’m their only failsafe.” You sigh, “I mean, all they’ve ever cared about is money and it’s the one thing they’ve never securely had.”

“Pieces of shit,” Jason bangs his hand against the tree beside him like the edgelord he is. “They must be in some sort of trouble to go to their last resort,” His eyes knit together in concentration as he ponders the next move, “Maybe we could barter with them?”

You think back to their cruel, cold nature. “They do just want money.” It’s all they’ve ever wanted, but it’s still something that seemed to elude them like a curse.

“Well, then, sweetheart, we’re probably two good people to know,” Roy wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Well, not exactly us, but close!”

•••

That same day, you find yourself in a meeting at Wayne Industries with Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen. The CEO suite is at the top of the building and requires the front desk assistant to insert a key in the elevator to reach the level.

“Have you ever been to your dad’s work before?” You look up at Jason innocently.

His eyes flicker down to yours briefly before focusing back on the climbing numbers on the screen, “No.”

Before you can question him further, the doors ding and slide open to reveal wall-to-floor windows overlooking all of Gotham.

“Oh, no way!” A smile spreads across your face as you take in Bruce’s impressive office.

“Yeah,” Oliver fiddles slightly with his mustache, “Queen Industries doesn’t really dedicate an entire floor to my office,” He clears his throat obnoxiously before stage whispering to you from behind his hand. “More like two floors, not bragging, though. We wouldn’t want Bats over there to get too jealous, now would we?” He winks at Bruce’s unimpressed deadpan. “Anyway, nice to see ya again, little missy. Still a spitfire as ever, I presume?” He gives you a tiny noogie with his hand that you quickly slap away. He hisses, withdrawing his touch immediately, “I’m gonna take that as a yes, then.”

You can’t help but laugh at his tenacity.

Though your past self would be flipping out that you’re standing right in front of Green Arrow, you’re more preoccupied with the danger at hand to feel anything other than anxiety.

“Nice to see you again, too, Mr. Harper.” The atmosphere in the room turns awkward and you quickly look around for an answer as to why, “What?”

“It’s called Queen Industries for a reason, kid,” Your brows furrow in confusion. “I’m just his adopted dad,” He subconsciously runs a hand through his hair, “Guess we never really got around to talking about changing your last name or not, did we, kid?” He shoots a sad smile Roy’s way, but Roy’s gaze refuses to lift from the marble floor.

“So, the money,” Jason steps in to get the conversation on track.

Roy seems to breathe a sigh of relief at the shift in conversation.

Bruce, who’s remained largely unnoticed the entire time, now takes the center of the room, seeming to call the meeting to order. You were only ever used to seeing Bruce around the manor, never during his business hours.

His crisp suit complied with his slicked-back hair meant Bruce was fully in character.

Well, his other character.

Jason’s eyes are off toward the windows, but Roy’s staring Bruce down as he rehashes the situation to them. There’s no real malice behind his eyes, but the challenge is evident.

“We have two options: either A. we take them down,” Roy makes to list off on his fingers, but Bruce’s unimpressed face briefly stops him.

“No killing,” Bruce interrupts.

Roy continues on like Bruce hadn’t just cut him off, “Or B. bribe them.”

“I don’t barter with terrorists,” Bruce’s tone leaves no room for negotiation.

You look at Jason, wondering how his wonderful plan is actually going to work if one of the main proponents is out within seconds of hearing your pitch.

It’s time to pivot, but you can’t help but feel a bit scorned at him for turning it all down so easily with, quite literally, your life on the line.

“So,” You drawl, looking up at the ceiling as if deep in thought, “If you don’t barter and you don’t kill, what exactly do you do? Because it seems to be a whole lot of nothing.”

By now, you’re staring at Bruce again, trying to ignore how the rest of the room’s mouths are on the floor.

Hey, it’s life or death. If someone’s going to stand the fuck up, it may as well be you. Seriously, talk about advocating for yourself.

Ollie’s previously upset face morphs into a wicked smile directed Bruce’s way that you can tell the other man is purposefully ignoring.

“Don’t forget you’re asking me for my help,” Bruce quirks an amused brow at you. “For my money, too, not to mention.”

“And mine!” Ollie butts in with his finger held high in the air, demanding his presence also be recognized. “Which,” He nods toward Bruce’s daunting form, “unfortunately, I am also not keen on giving for the same reasons.”

“Alright, so, what exactly do you both,” You look pointedly at Ollie before turning back to Bruce, “recommend that I do, then?”

Bruce takes you in for a moment, almost like he’s proud of you, though surely you’re reading too much into it. He stands up from his desk, coming around it slowly while his gruff voice rumbles out wisdom that could only come from his alter ego’s past experience.

“If you give them the money,” He stops and leans against the desk, crossing his arms across his chest as he does, “it will only prolong them for so long. Money is the easiest bargaining chip, but it’s always temporary,” His eyes bear into yours as he watches you attempt to put together the puzzle. “They’ll always come back searching for more until the inevitable happens.” He stops, pursing his lips a bit before continuing, “All this, of course, assuming that money truly is their endgame.”

You stare at him like he just dropped a bomb. This information is coming from the world’s greatest detective, so you listen to every single word he’s saying earnestly.

Here, you’re truly able to see where Bruce and Batman collide.

You tirelessly search your mind to try to think of other possible motives but quickly reach a wall.

Jason huffs frustratedly, but you stop him before he can speak, “No, Bruce is right.” With everyone’s attention on you, you can’t allow yourself to crumble. “It has to go deeper,” A pensive hand rests under your chin as you continue to dig deep. “But how do we find out more?”

Bruce stops leaning against his desk and moves back around it to face out the window. Ollie rolls his eyes at the dramatic action but still attempts to replicate a mysterious pose, much to your amusement.

It’s completely quiet in Bruce’s soundproof CEO suite atop Wayne Tower, but you can practically hear everyone’s thoughts bouncing off the walls.

“I may be able to help you there,” Bruce says with a quirk of his lips. He slightly turns his face from the window to meet yours, “I think I know a guy.”

All the men in the room groan at his cheesy line, but internally, you’re fangirling hard.

“Oh, jeez,” Ollie groans.

You watch as he types something into his phone and, moments later, the elevator springs back open to reveal…

“Damian?” You rush forward to greet him, albeit with a questioning gaze.

He kisses you on your cheeks, muttering your name in greeting before stepping into view of the rest of the room. “You called, father?”

“Oh, this is just fantastic,” Jason mutters to Roy. Their arms are crossed defensively over their chests at the sight of Damian in a pressed, navy suit and slicked-back hair. He looked like a literal matryoshka of Bruce. “I thought this was a closed meeting, Bruce,” Jason hisses out his father’s name like a curse.

“You’re looking at Wayne Enterprise’s new director of the R&D department.”

Holy shit.

“You’re leading Research and Development?” You look over at your friend incredulously. “That’s awesome!” He smiles and looks at Bruce briefly before his eyes land back on you. “I definitely want to see what you have hiding down there.”

“Someday soon,” Damian promises. “Until then, you’ll need a secured place to stay while I set about repairs on the penthouse. Shouldn’t be long, anyway.”

•••

“I just don’t see why we need to stay at the manor,” Roy huffs as he packs up whatever clothes he’d actually managed to unpack in the first place. Jason sighs, coming to resituate Roy’s bag in a more orderly fashion. “Even if it’s just for a night or two, we should’ve just robbed your dad and bounced.”

“Do you even hear yourself, dumbass?” Jason chides him before snatching the boxers Roy was scrunching up out of his hands to refold and repack. “What kind of shitty plan would that be?” Roy wrinkles his freckled nose, “Not morally, jesus. I just mean, logically, what sense would that make?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Roy mutters, flopping on the bed beside you. He’s apparently resigned to allow Jason to take over packing duties, though you think Jason probably prefers it that way, anyway. “Gettin’ soft on ol’ Batsy. Don’t worry, I won’t tell him.”

“Shut up,” Jason hisses with a glare that stops even you in your tracks.

“Scouts honor,” Roy continues to tease until Jason smacks him with the first article of clothing he can find in the unfolded pile on the floor, which just so happens to be one of your thongs. Your face flares red when Roy picks it up and inhales your scent with a pleased groan. He looks around at Jason and your aghast faces and challenges the two of you, “What?” You snort, “What?!” He asks again with more desperation, looking to Jason for support but finding none.

•••

You gleefully skip with Lian as you give her the rundown of the mansion. Though you haven’t really been here much since high school, you still know your way around the intricate mahogany walls of Wayne Manor.

Meanwhile, Jason and Roy busied themselves with toting around the luggage and Alfred had already become preoccupied with cooking dinner. This left you to show the bouncing kid around.

You take her to the library, where you’re affronted with memories of passion, confusion and a cacophony of hormones. Then to the gym, where you’d faced a nearly intolerable amount of pain and exertion to be able to protect Lian the way you do now.

You decide to mess around a bit with their sparring equipment while Lian distracts herself with the colorful resistance bands that are scattered near the door. You giggle at her little grunts of frustration as she teeters around with the bands on the floor.

While you’re deep in routine, you don’t even realize she’s wandered off until you hear her loud gasp.

You quickly turn around, only to find the room empty and panic. Though, how much trouble could a toddler really get into at Wayne Manor? Never mind, you think, as the thought alone only increases your panic.

“Lian?!” You call out, wandering the labyrinth of halls until you finally catch sight of her little pigtails.

Lian manages to stumble into the only room you’ve been wanting to avoid.

Damian’s old art room.

It’s largely untouched, with white cloths covering the various easels. The furniture and the bookshelves seem relatively kept up without much dust littering their mahogany shelves. Only one painting remains uncovered and Lian quickly makes her way over to it. Your eyes follow her to her destination, locking onto the canvas.

There, across the room, is the familiar painting depicting your first visit to Wayne Manor.

Upon closer inspection, a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the piece that you’d last seen drying, feeling sickening nostalgia stirring in the bottom of your stomach. It’s a bittersweet reminder of just how much has changed and, yet, how it’s all still the same.

“You look beautiful,” Lian grabs the picture and holds it close to her face to inspect it. You can’t help but become mesmerized by the once-familiar strokes. “Did daddies make you?”

“No,” You answer, still distracted by the acrylic work, “Uncle Damian.”

You look so young, so innocent and naive of what was to come. Sometimes you wish you could go back to that sweet ignorance only youth brings, but you wouldn’t trade where you are right for anything- even with all the new danger.

“Oh,” She puts a finger near her mouth like she’s thinking about the implications before it slides into her mouth and she begins to bite at it. “I want to paint too.”

You can’t help but giggle at her adorableness, “We will soon, okay?”

“Okay, mommy.”

You place the canvas back with gentle care, giving it one last look over.

They find the two of you in the game room twenty minutes later, watching Ponyo.

Lian’s sitting right up next to the screen to watch while you’re splayed across one of the couches. Roy easily comes, lifting you up and settling beneath your body with a pleased groan. Meanwhile, Jason scoops Lian up to snuggle on the other couch. She tries to protest and go back to her spot, but Jason chides her.

“Sitting that close isn’t good for your neck, baby.”

“That’s shoot,” She pouts grumpily.

“Hey,” Roy’s chest vibrates below you, “no cursing.”

She gawks, “You said it wasn’t a curse!”

You try your best to hide your smile but find the whole thing too fucking cute to stop it from gracing your face.

Roy sighs, “We’re not doing this right now, Lian. Daddies are tired,” He elevates your legs that lie atop his onto the arm of the couch as if to prove his point.

She huffs, crossing her arms adorably under her chin with puffed-out cheeks, “One day, I will curse.”

A threat and a promise the three of you know she’ll keep.

Before Roy can retort, Alfred’s at the stairs announcing dinner.

He looks at her as if to say she was saved by the bell, but Lian’s already proudly looking at him in Jason’s lap like she knows. It’s here you’re able to see her mother shining through and can’t help but smile.

On Lian, it’s cute. On Cheshire… not so much.

“Feels just like old times, kinda,” Roy rubs a sheepish hand through his locks. He gathers Lian in his arms from Jason while the latter guides the three of you out of the room and down into the dining room. “But, like, complete.”

That basically sums it all up.

“Yeah,” You agree. “Now, all we need is for Jason to throw a book at me.”

“Oh, come off it. You make me seem like a fucki’-freakin’,” He shoots an apologetic look Lian’s way. “I wasn’t that bad,” He tries, refusing to concede.

“Whatever you say,” You wink at him, causing him to blush.

Just like old times.

•••

After dinner, Roy puts Lian to bed while you and Jason tinker around in the library into the late hours of the night.

You’re researching on one of the couches with Jason stretched stomach-side-down across your lap on his own laptop. Your laptop rests on his chiseled back while you research the account your parents had made in your name.

Roy comes in and takes over for another couple of hours while Jason’s soft snores sound from beside you until he, too, conks out.

You feel yourself start to drift off when your screen blacks out.

You sigh, moving to search for the power cord and quickly giving up. Jason’s weight on you, coupled with Roy’s weight at your feet is enough to lull you off into dream world, too.

You forget the laptop, figuring you can just charge it in the morning and go to shut it when you see a blue error screen blinking. You wipe at your eyes, squinting as the blinking blue goes black again.

What the fuck?

You feel fully awake now as you straighten the laptop on Jason’s back to get a better view. Suddenly, the blue screen produces a place to type a password.

The cursor innocently blinks in the box, patiently waiting for your response.

You look around the dark room as if you’ll somehow find the answer and aren’t surprised when you turn back around to the screen without it.

All the clues smash around in your panicked skull, trying to filter through each one with conviction.

Blood is thicker than water.

Life insurance policy.

What started it all?

You blink.

Your fingers hover over your keyboard as you type your full name into the password bar. You hesitate briefly, wondering if you should wake anyone up before trying to crack the code. It’s possible you’ll only get one shot at a guess, but you know deep down there’s only one possible answer.

You hit enter with a hesitant twitch of your fingers.

You watch as the password loads, then the screen goes black again.

Your breath hitches.

There, in the top left corner of your screen, is an address.

You watch as the cursor blinks, following along with each letter that’s typed. The next sentence forms, ‘Give yourself up and no one else gets hurt.’ The cursor blinks an unknown logo before your entire laptop shuts down entirely.

You sit there, letting the moment wash over you.

This is a chance to end everything without any casualties. Who are you to turn it down? Even earlier, when Bruce was coming up with a plan, it was obvious your chances of survival were meek. Why should anyone else suffer for something only you have the power to end?

It’s mercy and you take it.

You slip out into the cold of the night, closer and closer to the end.

You’re not scared but rather resolute with each step you take toward the end of your journey, knowing you’re making the best choice. You round another corner when you hear it- footsteps.

“There you are.”

A/N: was it worth the wait??

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years

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Could you maybe write smth with cat-like behaviors from Rin? Like Rin grows his claws out and ends up kneading his bed for like ten minutes before he can actually sleep and Ryuuji has to deal with his weird boyfriends habits?

Rin absolutely has cat tendencies, lol, and I love writing him with them <3

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Ryuuji noticed the oddities before he actually got with Rin. They’d been on a lot of missions together, pulled all nighters together, kept vigils over sick beds, stayed huddled together while waiting for news on terrible situations, and just conked out near each other when all of that would catch up to them. He’d seen everyone in the cram group fall asleep in strange places, and he’d fallen asleep on a few of them. (It wasn’t his fault that Rin was wonderfully warm and Shiemi was all soft and smelled like mint. Yukio was also always pulling all nighters with him, and they were both prone to just conking out without any notice.)

All of that to say, Ryuuji had seen Rin fall asleep numerous times. He’d noticed that the boy, when he didn’t just wipe out, would get very fussy. His blankets had to be just so, he liked to curl up in a ball and wrap his tail around himself, or he liked to lay on his back with his limbs spread out. He’d fall asleep sitting, and he’d fall asleep with his ear over someone’s heart.

They all had quirks. Ryuuji couldn’t sleep with his feet covered by a blanket and he couldn’t sleep on his stomach and he snored on his back.

He found himself watching more as things started to happen between them, and when it became clear that the small flirts he gave the cheerful boy were being returned. He noticed that Rin only slept on his back around a few people, and he didn’t know what it meant, but he’d do it with Yukio, so Ryuuji felt like it had to be a good thing that he’d also do it around him. He found his breath catching when Rin’s head lulled off his shoulder to rest on his chest over his heart, and if he’d cuddled the boy closer, well, he’d just blame it on his own sleepiness.

When Rin asked him out, he’d said yes a bit too loudly and quickly, but the happy laugh he got was made up for by the kiss that followed.

Rin got fussy if he smelled like other demons. He’d come over all chatty and smiley, pause, make a low noise sort of like a hiss, and then rub his cheek against Ryuuji’s wrists and neck and cheeks and huff and lean against him and climb on his lap and hug him and Ryuuji might occasionally look for opportunities to handle or summon demons just for the aftermath.

Rin didn’t always like to sit in chairs or on cushions. He liked to sit on the back of couches or the arms of chairs. He liked to climb on top of the table or counters or even the fridge on a few occasions. Ryuuji just figured he liked to be tall. He found himself looking up as he entered rooms, and more often than not he’d spot his boyfriend on some high surface. Often napping there.

He didn’t really start putting pieces together until the first night he purposefully spent the night. (He’d fallen asleep on Rin’s bed a few times without quite meaning to. But this time, this time it was planned out. This time it was decided before hand and he’d brought stuff over and Rin was actually going to try and turn in at a reasonable hour.)

Ryuuji carefully fluffed the pillows while he waited for Rin to get back from the bathroom. Yukio was already snoring in his corner of the room, and Kuro had flopped on top of his head. Ryuuji watched them for a moment, feeling a swell of fondness for his friend before he returned to straightening the pillows and righting the blanket. He climbed up, careful not to wrinkle anything more than necessary, and scooted as far back against the wall as he could. He wanted to make sure Rin had plenty of space, but he was excited about cuddling. It was hot enough to not really need the blanket, so he left it down, smoothing out the new wrinkles as the door to the room opened. Rin rushed in, all excited grace, and shut the door with his tail. He’d changed into his pajamas (gym shorts and a much too big tank) and hurried to the bed.

Ryuuji was given a kiss of greeting that tasted like cinnamon because his boyfriend actually liked cinnamon toothpaste, and then Rin was getting on the bed.

Rin was not, however, cuddling up next to him. No. Rin was fussing at the blanket. His nails had gone a bit longer, nearly at their fighting claw length, and he was kneading into the blanket, pulling it up, dropping it, and pulling up another spot, over and over until it was a lumpy and wrinkly mess. He gave a satisfied huff with that and wiggled around a little, sniffing and nuzzling the blanket before flopping over onto his side and pressing his back against Ryuuji’s chest.

Spooning? He could absolutely work with that. Ryuuji tucked his legs behind Rin’s and looped his arm over his boyfriend’s stomach and heard a low rumbling noise. He could feel it reverberating through Rin’s chest, and while he didn’t quite know what the noise was, it was soothing and had him relaxing into the bed as he cuddled Rin closer.

He woke up with Rin sprawled over his upper chest and Rin’s tail draped over his mouth. He hacked out a bit of fur and pushed the limb away, only for Rin to wake up with a hiss.

It didn’t stop there. It became a routine anytime he slept over, or Rin slept over with him. He could not go to bed until he had messed up the covers, and then he’d flop over on top of Ryuuji at some point. He’d wake up with fur or hair in his mouth, and a still purring Rin.

The kneading wasn’t just reserved for the bed either. Rin had kneaded Ryuuji’s back once when he was lying on his stomach and reading over one of Lewin’s reports. It had startled him and made him flinch away until Rin whined and tried it again and then flopped against him with a happy stretch to cuddle while he read his own manga. He kneaded Ryuuji’s lap a few times as well before resting his head in it when they watched movies.

That transitioned into what could only really be described as happy nips. They could be anywhere, his hand, his arm, his shoulder, his ankle, his back, even his jaw. They weren’t hard, never painful, occasionally startling, and always strangely affectionate. Rin would come up to him and give him a quick nip, kiss him, cuddle him, and rumble happily as Ryuuji ran a hand through his hair.

He didn’t put it all together until he was waiting on Rin to get back from some Mephisto talk (which could be short or infinitely long and could result in Rin laughing or grouchy as hell.) It was just him and Kuro, and he was chilling on the couch reading a book while he waited for his boyfriend. Kuro came into the room with a greeting mrow! And jumped up next to him. He head butted the book out of the way, nuzzled Ryuuji’s wrist with his cheek, and then climbed up on his lap only to spend at least five minutes kneading his slacks before dropping into a little ball with his tails draped over his nose.

When Rin came home ten minutes later and did the exact same thing, it took nearly a twenty minutes for Ryuuji to stop laughing long enough to explain. Rin batted his book off the couch in retaliation, and Ryuuji started to laugh again.

So the boy he loved had a lot of quirks. Ryuuji did too, and he just so happened to love the way Rin purred when he was really happy, and he didn't mind getting kneaded or nipped when it felt like love, and he just made sure Rin started his night time routine first. He had Rin dust the top of cabinets and the fridge when he perched on tall things, and he got excellent at catching his dozing boyfriend before he fell off the arms of couches.

It kept Ryuuji on his toes, and gave him plenty to tease Rin about whenever he got called rooster or princess.

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redlegumes · 11 months

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Earlier stage of a posted doodle

Chapter 16: Loving

But he couldn’t get to sleep. Even with Steve conked out, lightly snoring next to him. He thought about grabbing a cigarette, before realizing he’d smoked the last of the pack that day. He shifted quietly out of bed and downstairs. Eddie paced for a while, read, and finally took out his guitar. He was strumming through ‘Holy Diver,’ when Steve appeared around the corner, holding the crutch Eddie had put back into the closet in both hands, ready to swing.

Steve lowered it with a sigh of relief. “Scared the shit out of me.” Whoops. “Like, well initially I thought you might just be in the bathroom, but then I heard the music…”

Even when fearing a nighttime intruder, Steve had somehow maintained his soft bouncy hair. Round the clock babe. “Sorry,” Eddie said. He gave Steve a half hearted smile and turned back forward.

Steve moved into the room. “It's fine… just, I guess do you get up and play… normally?”

Eddie had saddened. The anxiety had dripped off of him. It had been replaced with the overwhelming finality of his fate in the hands of the law. “Wayne worked nights, so yeah. I could get a wild hair, roll over, and play.”

Steve hummed and pointed next to Eddie on the couch. “Can I uh...”

“Sure,” Eddie said. He looked over Steve. He’s still exhausted. “You not going back to bed?”

Steve shrugged. “Seems nice enough here.”

Eddie felt a kind of calm course through his veins as Steve snuggled up at his side. My poor, sleepy babe. He smirked, shook his head, and thought through what lullabies he knew before playing just a little of ‘Beautiful Boy.’ "You’re gonna end up super annoyed with me."

"So?" Steve's voice was full of sleep. He yawned. "I'm super in love with you too,” he mumbled. “It’ll balance out."

Eddie stiffened and then relaxed. "Thank God… I was terrified I'd let it slip first."

“Wait…” Steve seemingly roused himself enough to mentally replay Eddie’s reveal. “Let what…"

"That I'm in love with you." Eddie looked at Steve from the corner of his eye. He raised an eyebrow at him, and picked out the chorus of ‘Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy,’ doubtful that Steve would catch it.

"Hah." Steve’s knuckles lightly brushed up the side of Eddie's thigh. "I’m the romantic, right? I knew I should've brought home flowers.”

“We’re really ruining some hard won ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ reputations.”

“God I hope so,” Steve muttered.

Eddie put his guitar down, turned, and gently brought Steve's face up to his with both hands. Steve clasped his hands over Eddie's and they kissed. It felt wholly as though they had melted into one another with that kiss. Eddie pressed Steve gently down onto the couch beneath him and continued to kiss him. He tenderly accepted each advance. The contact was heady, but it didn't make Eddie pant with longing. It was just deeply satisfying. Holding Steve, feeling the way he relaxed in his arms. Steve’s mouth tasted so sweet to him.

They laid together, wrapped up in each other, until Steve drifted off to sleep. Eddie happily found he could follow.

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paperpocalypse · 3 years

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white rabbit.

50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”: 2. Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,874 words

Warnings: Swearing, panic attack

His idiot siblings are going to give him a goddamn aneurysm.

The hum of the Commission briefcase – which is now in 2019 without a single person attached to it – rings in Five’s ears, mocking. He resists the urge to scream and tear all of his hair out. All that work – wasted!

“Now what?” Luther asks as Five paces up and down the alley.

What do you think, you doorknob? “Now nothing, Luther, all right? Make your peace with God.”

“What? What about Allison and Vanya?”

“Screw them both. They should have been here.” Five’s irritated pacing turns into a run, and he furiously kicks a cardboard box. God, the alley smells like vomit and shit. Everything is shit! “Ugh!”

“What about Diego?” Klaus slurs out his two cents from his place on the ground. Useless puke bag. “He's quite a responsible young man, no?”

“Something must’ve happened to them,” says Luther.

Fuck that. Wherever they are, they’ll be dead soon enough. Does nobody understand that? Dead! Dead! Dead!

“Screw Diego, all right? Screw everybody!” Five seethes. “[Y/n] and I were better off in the apocalypse.”

He turns on his heel, trying to suppress the rising panic in his bones. Something catches his arm.

Your brow is furrowed when he meets your gaze, mouth set in a thin, worried line. “Five,” you murmur, voice soft.

A tiny sting of regret worms its way into his chest at your expression. But then he thinks of the briefcase, and the Handler, and he quickly looks away.

“Five!” Luther admonishes, casting you a concerned glance. “Come on.”

His brother’s tone grates on the last of Five’s nerves. Gritting his teeth, he advances on the large man. Your hand slips away.

“You know what, Luther? It's every sibling for himself now.” Five throws his arms out in a grand gesture, then makes his way over to the door. “How ’bout that?”

Yanking the door open, he storms into the building.

Five tries to think as he stomps up staircase after staircase, but he can’t hold onto a thought for more than a few seconds before it disappears into a muddle of static. Concentrate. He just needs to get to the flat and think of a new plan, yeah, again, and try to save the world for the millionth fucking time – he stumbles over a step and then rights himself, legs numb. His chest feels tight. Come on. Keep moving. Think, think! God!

You’re calling his name. He doesn’t answer.

There is another way. A Hail Mary. But what if they waste that last chance too?

He swears underneath his breath, heart pounding. Blood roars in his ears. He tightens his grip on the railing and tries to even out his breathing.

Shit. Now is not the time. He needs to get out of this stairwell. Everything is so cramped and it’s not helping at all –

“… Five.”

You’re behind him, and then you’re in front of him, and Five meets a blurry set of eyes for the second time. Breathe. Breathe.

“Do you want to go back outside?” you ask softly.

No more stairs. “Flat,” he manages to reply, gesturing messily at the door a few feet away. Just somewhere with some space. In. Out.

You nod.

Several minutes later, he’s sitting on the bed in the room that Elliott had given him, blazer folded over the footboard, face damp with sweat and tucked into the crook of your neck as he completely breaks down.

Your hands treat him gently, rubbing circles into his back and wiping his face. He grips your shirt until his knuckles are white.

“You can get through this,” you say to him. “Just breathe with me, okay?”

Five tries. He really does. A shudder wracks his body. You inhale. He inhales. Exhale. Exhale.

“Good job.”

Something wet runs down his cheek. Fuck.

Both relief and shame fill him when you dry his cheek with your sleeve.

It’s absolute shit, however long it lasts – Five doesn’t know how long. Too long. But you’re there the whole time, holding him like you’ve done before, and it helps even though he’s too embarrassed to admit as much. You help a lot.

As the hammering in his chest finally slows to dull thuds, he takes in another deep, slow breath, and loosens his grip.

“I’ll get you some water?” you ask. He moves his head in some semblance of a nod. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

Carefully, you detach yourself from him; the mattress creaks as you stand up and leave. Five swallows, staring down at his hands. The air feels slightly chilly on the side of his face that had been pressed against you, and he uses the comforter to quickly scrub away the dampness. His eyes ache.

You return soon enough with a glass of cold water. He sips slowly at first, then gulps the rest of it down. You put the empty glass onto the nightstand and brush his hair away from his eyes.

“You need to rest.”

The word brings a brief wave of longing. Then stress follows soon after, and Five steels himself. “I need to come up with another plan,” he mutters.

Even though he’s not looking at you, he feels the sudden burn of your gaze as you put your hands on his shoulders. “After you rest.”

“The apocalypse –”

“Is still a few days from now.” Your words take on a honeyed, coaxing tone. “There’s not much else we can do today, so sleep. Please. I’ll take care of things while you’re away.”

You press down, and despite his previous protest, Five doesn’t resist.

“… Thanks,” he vaguely hears himself mumble.

When his head touches the pillow, it feels as if all his muscles give way. His eyelids immediately feel heavy.

The last thing he’s aware of is you taking off his shoes.

—

Five is thoroughly conked out by the time you pull the blankets over him, and after giving his forehead a tender peck, you tiptoe out of the bedroom and shut the door with a quiet sigh.

Now on to business.

The rest of the Hargreeves siblings, as well as Sissy and Harlan Cooper, sit up slightly as you stride into the living room. You make a point of looking at each one of them individually, cross your arms, and then speak.

“I believe explanations are in order.”

Diego is the one who speaks first. “I ran into Lila,” he says, maintaining eye contact with you. “She tried to drag me to the Commission while I was burying Elliott.”

“I see,” is all you say. “Allison?”

“Some men came in and attacked Ray and me at the house,” she explained. “Otherwise, I would have been on time.”

“Did you kill them?”

“I made them leave.”

“All right. Vanya?”

“Carl called the police to stop us on the way here. I had to deal with them.”

Sissy and Harlan are not supposed to be here. Based on the hard look Vanya is giving you, she knows that. You close your eyes and breathe out softly.

“All right. Well, I can’t change the past, and the briefcase is already lost, so I’m not going to shout about how everything should’ve gone,” you eventually tell them, eyebrows drawn. “I just want to talk to you about Five.”

“What's wrong with him?” Diego asks.

Klaus answers for you. “He’s pissed.”

Luther agrees solemnly. You frown.

“He’s stressed. Yes, he’s angry, but he’s mostly stressed and worried sick.” You uncross your arms. “Do you know what he did to get that briefcase?”

The siblings blink at you.

“He assassinated the board of directors,” you say. “I know you don’t know much about the Commission, but what he did was a big deal and very dangerous. And he did it for you. He does everything for you, because you’re his family, and he cares about you.”

“He has a hard time showing us,” Diego mutters.

“And you guys seem to have a hard time showing him,” you return. “It just … it feels like you see the apocalypse as Five’s problem. And maybe mine as well, but not yours. I understand that you’ve had to adapt and make a life here, but none of you except for Sissy and Harlan belong in this time. Whatever we’ll have to do from now on will require all of us to stay together. We can’t risk another doomsday.”

“Doomsday?” Sissy speaks up, alarmed. “What’s this about a doomsday?”

Vanya shifts. “It’s …” She touches Sissy’s hand gently. “It’s kind of a long story. I’ll tell you later, okay? You and Harlan don’t have to worry about it. We’ll fix it.”

“We will,” you confirm, nodding at the pair. “As long as everyone does what they’re supposed to.”

Luther looks at you curiously. “Why are you telling us all of this and not Five?”

Why, indeed. Glancing back in the direction of the bedroom, you think of Five tucked away in bed for the first time since he landed in Dallas. Hopefully, he hasn’t snuck out. You’ll have to check on him soon.

“He’d be too stubborn to admit it. It took me a long time to find out how much he sacrificed to help me in the apocalypse. And the Commission.” You smile frankly. “What’s more, he’s resting now. It’s been a long two weeks.”

“Shit,” Klaus mutters. “I forgot about the time thing. The old man must be one apocalypse away from a heart attack.”

“Yes. He’s not invincible.”

Everyone looks down awkwardly.

“We’re sorry for not making it. We didn't know. And we’ll tell him that.” Allison folds her hands tightly in her lap. “So what do we do now?”

Again, not much. Shrugging, you gesture to the couches and chairs that they’re sitting on. “Rest. Get cleaned up. Five and I will need to explore our options once he’s awake.”

With that, you turn and start making your way back to the guest room.

Vanya’s tentative voice stops you when you’re halfway through the kitchen. “Let us know when he wakes up?”

The other siblings voice their agreement. A genuine smile touches your lips. “I will,” you answer, pleased.

The murmuring in the living room fades as you continue walking. When you reach the bedroom, you gingerly open the door and poke your head inside.

Five is exactly where you had left him, tucked in with the blankets up to his chin and dead to the world. Soft snores reach your ears as you creep closer. Good. Seating yourself at the edge of the mattress, you run your fingers through his hair.

For the rest of the evening and most of the night, you watch over Five, keeping quiet and re-tucking the sheets around him whenever he stirs. He doesn’t open his eyes once. His siblings drift in occasionally, individually or in pairs, each of them looking every bit like they’re entering a lion’s den until you smile and beckon them closer. None of them speak, but they don’t need to. You can only hope that Five won’t be too angry with them in the morning.

A lot of work will need to be done then. But for now, your partner needs to sleep.

#wordless ways to say i love you #source: @50-item-writing-prompts #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves imagine #the umbrella academy five #the umbrella academy #tua #five x reader #five imagine #tua fanfic #fanfic #reader insert #fluff #hurt/comfort #tw panicking #tw panic attack #fem!reader #five x fem!reader

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gveret-fic · 4 years

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I know Kara's usually compared to a puppy or a golden retriever but I always think of her as a particularly kind and gregarious big cat (like a v tame lion or tiger) and now I can't let go of the hc that Kryptonians purr

The first time Kara spends the night is a bit of an accident. She's waiting on the couch while Lena fixes them a drink, and Lena returns to find her head draped over the backrest, mouth gaping open and glasses askew, completely conked out.

Between the options of getting her to her apartment with a forklift and waking her up, Lena decides to let it lie. In the case of a midnight emergency, she has a secret backup super suit in the office anyway.

She gently picks the glasses off Kara's face and grabs a pillow from the bedroom. She tucks it beneath Kara's head, and Kara turns her face into it and gives it a good sniff. With dawning horror, Lena realizes she forgot to change the pillowcase.

Trying to wrest a very soft and teareable item from a slumbering Kryptoinian’s grip is a lost cause, and Lena can do nothing but watch, mortified, as Kara makes a face in her sleep and drags the possibly very stinky pillow from underneath her head to hold it in her arms, and lets out a relieved little sigh.

Lena is ready to turn away and nurse her embarrassment in private when she hears a strange noise, a sort of soft, interrupted breathing. Does Kara snore? Oh, Lena is going to use this.

She turns halfway in Kara's direction, closing her eyes and concentrating on the sound. It's quiet and regular with a distinct rise and fall, a low frequency warbling, and it has a strangely soothing quality to it; the more Lena listens, the more she wants to hear, almost like a---

---a purr. Kara, on her couch, clutching Lena's used pillow to her chest, purring.

Lena flees to her office, filled with a sudden inexplicable energy, face flaming with something that feels, unfortunately, like more than embarrassment.

The second time Kara spends the night is a bit more intentional.

"Never ever ever?" Kara asks in horror.

"Well, unless you count boarding school."

"Obviously I don’t! Mandatory sleep arrangements are not a sleepover, Lena!"

And so Kara shows up Friday evening at Lena's apartment, equipped with snacks, board games, and two sleeping bags.

They camp out on the living room floor after many harrowing but obligatory sleepover activities as per Kara’s direction. Kara snuggles into her sleeping bag until only her head is visible, and barely that in its entirety. She smiles at Lena. Over the hum of the fridge and the occasional traffic outside, Lena can hear her start to purr.

Lena wants to ask, wants to reach, wants to touch, but Kara closes her eyes and is out like a light, rolling onto her side, her back to Lena, even as the purring continues.

Lena wonders what it would be like to feel it, to simply reach out and press her hand to Kara’s back, let those powerful vibrations travel up her arm, sense the corporeal manifestation of Kara’s contentment and comfort and ease.

Fuck. How invasive would that be? Lena’s in her own little sleeping bag, Kara in hers, a clear delineation between them. Kara had rolled onto her side, showing Lena her back. She trusts Lena enough to fall asleep in her presence, to---to purr about it.

Lena turns over, curling her hand to her chest, and allows that addictive, peaceful sound to lull her to sleep.

The seventh time Kara spends the night, Lena just invites her to bed.

"Come on," she says. "My couch is sick of you. Give the poor thing some space."

Kara doesn’t always seem entirely at ease in her body, but she sprawls all over Lena’s mattress, linking her arms behind her head, filling Lena’s space with her presence as naturally as if this bed has always been hers. Lena watches her from the corner of her eye as she wriggles a little in the sheets, hugging her pillow in one arm, luxuriating in the simple comfort. She’s magnetic.

Lena debates her options before picking her satin pyjama set and climbing in beside her.

Kara immediately flops onto her side, head propped on her arm, grinning. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Lena has left barely an inch between her body and the edge of the bed. She touches it, a reassurance, a promise. “Oh?” she asks. “Come here often, then?”

Kara leans closer. “I wish,” she says, voice low.

Lena stares at her for a fraction too long, laughs awkwardly to compensate, turns away to turn off the light. “Goodnight, you flirt.”

Kara reaches out and squeezes Lena’s hand in the dark. “Goodnight, Lena.”

They fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed. Lena knows this for certain; she checked. She can remember touching the edge of the bed just before falling asleep. But she wakes up---she wakes up with her arm wound around Kara’s belly, Kara’s butt tucked into her groin, Kara’s body vibrating palpably against her own.

Sleep foggy and enamored, Lena reaches an unthinking hand to press directly over Kara’s purring chest.

“Hey,” a muggy voice greets her. Kara turns over onto her back, shoots her a blurry smile.

“Shit.” Lena tries to snatch away her hand only for Kara to grab her arm, keeping her hand against Kara’s chest. The vibrations intensify. “Sorry,” Lena mutters, eyes fixed on her own hand.

Kara grips tighter. “You like it?” she asks, her voice sleep-rough.

Lena swallows. Nods. Denial would be absurd at this point.

“It’s for you,” Kara rasps.

Lena feels her heart in her throat. Her eyes find Kara’s.

“I like your bed,” Kara says, words plain and eyes intense. “I like you.”

Kara’s purring swells and dips with her breath, loud in Lena’s ears, tangible against her skin. Lena puts her weight on the palm braced on Kara’s chest; Kara strains upward in an impressive show of core strength. They meet somewhere in the middle.

Kara kisses sweet and simple, a little sluggish with sleep, still gripping Lena’s forearm. The purring deepens, a low, insistent hum between them; a reassurance, a confession, a gift. Lena turns her head away, overwhelmed. Takes the hand off too.

“What?” Kara sits up further, hand sliding up to grip Lena’s wrist, thumb against her palm. The purring quiets. “What’s wrong?”

I just feel really loved right now, is a thought Lena could never verbally express in a million years.

“Gosh, Lena, are you crying?” Kara digs her thumb into the heel of Lena’s palm. “I’m that bad, huh?”

“The worst,” Lena agrees. Sniffs.

Kara smiles. “Okay. Let me try again? I’m a very good student.”

Lena wipes a knuckle under her eye. “A real teacher’s cat,” she says.

Kara doesn’t dignify that with a laugh, but she does dignify it with another kiss. Lena slumps forward into her until Kara's back flops back on the bed and her arms come around Lena, physically cocooned within every tactile expression of Kara’s affection.

Lena has no particular physiological mechanism to showcase her appreciation, so she pours it into the kiss instead.

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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any hc’s after what happened after amy told jake about her past in 6x8?

This started out as only HCs because oh man is it a heavy topic, but then the blocks phased into each other... so now I guess it's some Jake Introspection drabble.

He obviously doesn't let anything show while he's still with Amy, getting her a change of clothes and that brush (that she does use), working further on the case and driving her home (she's far too tired to drive them like she usually does, and almost falls asleep in the passenger seat too if he didn't keep her awake with the most idle of chatter he could think of). He wants to be supportive and not pull her into another discussion or question-round, she doesn't need that on her shoulders and it's not her job to help him through this. But it's swirling through his head. So many more thoughts and questions and memories he needs to sort through.

Hence, this whole 'can't sleep so I'll watch tv' situation. It usually works quite well to distract him, and Amy has often found him snoring on the couch in the morning during a particularly difficult case, or after a fight with his mom. But today he can't even find a show he wants to watch, because his brain can't concentrate on anything on the screen.

Amy conked out almost immediately after they got home and had some sort of dinner, and he tucked her in and whispered to her sleeping face how much he loves her and how they're gonna fix this case, at least, and then he was left alone with his thoughts. Which is never a good thing. He's alternating between worry, sadness and frankly, rage. He wants to go back to her old precinct, find that asshole and, I don't know, shoot him? Probably not he's a cop he shouldn't, and even if he wasn't a cop he shouldn't shoot people, but he could hurt him somehow, right? He could take Rosa and Rosa would- wait, Rosa, does Rosa have a story like that too? She probably has, every woman seems to have one. Who the fuck hurt Rosa?! He's gonna find them too and-

He drops onto the couch with a deep sigh, staring at the ceiling the same way he did while lying awake in bed. The whole inevitability and pervasiveness of it all makes him feel... helpless? If that's how he feels, how must the women in his life feel, the ones this actually happened to? (For a brief second, the memory of The Vulture constantly slapping his butt flashes into his mind. The comments he's made about his 'tight, pasty ass' and 'lips that would work better on a good bad girl'. But this isn't about him, and he shouldn't make it about him, and he's being a dick again.) A few weeks later, when another round of 'can't sleep' doesn't lead him to the couch and tv, but rather to a little talk in the dark with Amy, she assures him that if he feels like it is about him, too - it might actually be. But he's not at that point yet, lying on the couch and staring at the ceiling, still faced with the many realisations he's had today about the shittiness of the world. No matter which direction he thinks about it, he always ends up at the realisation that something probably happened in every place he knows to every woman he knows, and how blind he's been about it all. Even if he, obviously, never did anything, he also wasn't supportive or looking out for it and trying to make it better-

Aaaand then he remembers the way they treated Amy when she came to the 99, many years ago. He remembers Charles yucky Wedding Bells comment. He remembers the first of many, many Title Of Your Sextape jokes, and how she'd twitched at it. He remembers digs about both Amy's dates and her un-date-ability from everyone trying to rile up the stuffy new detective. He remembers remarks and jokes about her eagerness to rise in the ranks. He remembers himself doing most of this. So he concludes that, yeah, he did do that shit. He's one of them, in a way. Maybe not in the top ranks, but definitely part of the team.

That brick hits him right in the chest, and he's this close to punching something - preferably himself, but he doesn't know how that would work, Fight Club never really explained it - but he grabs the TV remote instead and types into the Netflix search bar.

He doesn't just watch one Netflix documentary about it all, he watches a t least 3 shows. (It's another shock to see how much material about it there is if you figure out how to look, what a constant topic it already is, how he's barely ever heard anything more indepth about it.) He reads through online articles while watching, going into forums on how to be better, how to be a male ally and not play the White Knight, terms he's heard before, but never bothered to learn the actual definition of.

He's had about 6 cups of coffee when Amy wakes up with her alarms, so she doesn't really notice he hasn't been sleeping. She looks so cute with her still messy hair and tired face with pillow crease lines on it, he wants to hug her and kiss her good morning but is that okay? Right now? After everything?

He gives her an awkward wave from the couch instead, and watches her make her own coffee, and then pitterpatters over to lean against the cabinets when she sits down at the kitchen table. Always at a safe distance. Always not intruding or mentioning something that could hurt or bother her in her few moments 'off' of that case. Always going through the points he's learned now in his head, on how to be there, but not too overbearing, on how to not lead the conversation, but listen.

"Do I not get a morning kiss?" is the conversation she starts, though, because she always gets one ever since he moved in, morning breath and all. It's her favourite part of 'waking up with Jake Peralta in her bed', and today she didn't even get the main part of that list because he wasn't there, and she could hear the TV in the living room, and not even 6 cups of coffee can fool Amy Santiago. She knows he's been awake.

"Wasn't really sure if you- if it's okay-" he mumbles into his 7th cup of coffee.

"Jake, come over here and kiss your wife, please."

He kneels down next to her chair to give her the softest little morning kiss she's ever gotten, and she holds onto his face with one hand so he doesn't just up and leave again.

"You're okay, Jake. You're okay, whatever you do, so don't go second-guessing every touch now, please." She plays with his hair before looking at him again and god, those scared chocolate puppy-eyes are always killing her. "And even if you were not okay at some point, I wouldn't ever be afraid to tell you, and I know that you'd stop immediately."

He smiles at that, very tentatively, and the next kiss she gets is just as timid, but she gets it at least. And then she gets pulled into a bear hug too, while he's still kneeling in front of her, her legs bracketing him in as he buries his face in her shoulder.

"I love you so much, Ames. We're gonna fight this case so hard." She hears against her t-shirt as she leans her head against his.

"Tomorrow I'd like to wake up next to my awesome, supportive husband again. I kinda need him around."

He looks up at her and nods with fervor, and then finally kisses her the way she's used to.

(Two hours later, when he tells Rosa exactly what documentary kept him up and out of their bed that night, she feels something little but bright bloom in her chest, right under the garden of flowers he's already had growing in her heart. He's rooted there, right in her ribcage, and she's never letting him out again.)

#b99 #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #peraltiago #ficlet #my writing #he said she said #trying to end this on a slightly positive note was difficult I tell ya

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thedistrictsleepsalonetonight · 3 years

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Cupid is stupid (Or Weiss asks a lot of questions and finds love in all the softer places)

Falling in love, Weiss discovers, rather inconveniently in the middle of a fight, is a lot like wielding a weapon.

There’s the push and the pull, the drawing blood and taking of it. Weiss is rather inclined to think of it as a violent, bloody dance — the way she’s almost constantly tripping over her own feet trying to follow her partner when she has no idea what her next move will be. Then, of course, there’s the fact that whoever she’s dancing with is equally as clumsy as she happens to be, which Ruby definitely is.

“Thank me later,” she quips, after she’s done saving the idiot’s ass for the millionth time in her life. And then it hits her right in the chest, not a Grimm’s blow, not a weapon, and worse that Cinder’s fiery spear that had impaled her a couple days ago — this is affection. Not the kind she feels for Yang or Blake or any of their other friends, it’s the kind that turns her inside out whenever she so much as sees a malevolent force heading towards Ruby. The kind that automatically reaches out to touch Ruby when she’s near, that draws her eyes, unbidden to search her out in a fight.

Ruby catches her a while later, holding onto her hand as she hangs off a moving train, and Weiss can do nothing other than blink back at her — at her bright eyes, and her hair whipping around in the wind. She then proceeds to whisk them both to between two train carriages, in a flurry of red. When Weiss tries to step away, to catch her breath, she finds she’s stuck to the ground, or more accurately, entangled with Ruby. They’ve got their arms wrapped tight around each other, and with every movement, strands of Ruby’s hair land onto her face. Weiss doesn’t know it then, but all of her molecules have indeed just been rearranged. She has a feeling that stupid thing in her chest has been put back together to form Ruby’s name instead.

*****

It’s almost offensive how easily she feels the cold when she’s supposed to be the Ice-Queen. Yang would say something stupid about her not having a thick skin because she grew up in the literal lap of luxury (and she would be right, but that’s beside the point) and Blake would probably punch her in her arm, but thankfully, nobody’s noticed yet. So she stands in the corner of the porch, looking out at the rapidly falling snow outside the creepy house.

“You’re cold,” Ruby murmurs when she sidles up to her.

Of course. Of course Ruby sees. “Everyone’s cold,” Weiss says back.

Ruby shrugs, gently reaches for her hands, her eyes on Weiss’ the entire time. Is this okay, she seems to be asking, and Weiss, helpless, can only nod.

Ruby covers Weiss’ hands with her own, raises it to her face and like it’s a secret, breathes warm air into their cupped palms. She’s no longer looking right at Weiss, instead focusing her attention onto their hands, and Weiss, like any other time she’s lucky enough to get to stare at Ruby freely, takes this opportunity to do so. The cold in her bones has instead been replaced with warmth — Ruby warmth, the particular shade that she can only find around Ruby — and even the tremendous crash of Qrow and Jaune breaking down the door registers to her as though coming from far, far away.

Ruby blows one last gust of warm air into their hands before they make their way inside. She doesn’t let go, though. Weiss realizes she didn’t want her to, anyways.

*****

There are around ten people in the house besides the three people who actually live there, and not enough beds. It’s a logistical nightmare.

“Or,” Nora says, smirking in a very wink-wink-nudge-nudge way while she side-eyes Ren, “it’s an opportunity.”

Ren colors, fiddles with his collar until he’s sunk half into it. They’re all polite enough to look away; the sight of Ren, embarrassed is physically painful to witness.

“We’ll — we’ll manage, won’t we?” Ruby pipes up, smiling brightly, and Weiss sees them all smile back in reflex. Sometimes she wonders if she’s the only one Ruby can twist around her little finger — other times she is reminded that she just has that effect on people. Why else would they follow her to the ends of the planet? When Ruby talks, people believe.

(When Ruby talks, Weiss physically feels her heart careening out of control, skidding into a blind curve with no idea what lying ahead. On and on and on, like Ruby’s running up ahead and Weiss follows, with just her voice for company)

They end up cramped in two rooms — Maria gets the bed in the guest room, in honor of her being practically a fossil, a fact that gets Yang’s ears boxed when she says it aloud. Oscar, Jaune, Nora and Ren plant mattresses on the free space on the floor and are snoring in fifteen minutes. Qrow claims he won’t sleep much, and finds a rocking chair that he pulls close to the window, and he sits there, swigging rum ominously every once in a while. The rest of them decide to concede the couch in the living room to Ruby, who looks the most exhausted. And when Weiss gets up because she can’t sleep, she sees Blake and Yang snoozing next to each other, their hands loosely held close to Blake’s chest.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” she hears from somewhere beside her when she goes out to the porch, and whirls around, only to see Terra sitting in the corner. Adrian is perched on her lap, watching the soft snow drizzling outside.

Weiss smiles at her, feeling a little awkward about the entire thing. Shrugs. “Shouldn’t he be.... asleep?” A quick glance at the clock confirms her suspicions. It’s almost one.

Terra chuckles. “He conked out at seven. He wakes up in the middle of the night at least once. This — this helps him go back to sleep. Plus,” she pauses to bend a little and deposit a tiny kiss on top of his tiny head, “it’s one of the few minutes I get to spend with him in the day.”

Weiss thinks of her own childhood, of nightmares and staying up all night terrified, because there was no way, absolutely no way she was allowed to wake her parents up for any reason besides imminent death. The Schnee estate was vast, confusing and filled with entirely too many showpieces no one would ever use, full of winding staircases that lead nowhere close to comfort.

This house is tiny and full of love. Every dent on the couch talks of tickle fights and places someone was so happy that they bounced their way into almost breaking it; the lower parts of the walls are scribbled over with crayons and blue hearts and stick figures of smiling people. She thinks back to dinner when Oscar and Nora burned whatever pie abomination they were supposed to be baking and then they’d all crammed into that tiny space to try to salvage it, and Weiss could’ve sworn even the tiny gaps between them were overflowing with love.

(This is a house someone would want to walk into at the end of the day. A place of shelter. A home)

“Jaune did mention you, you know?” Terra says, after a while, and Weiss is startled out of her train of thought. “In his letters to Saphron when you kids were at Beacon. He was particularly effusive in his description of you.”

“Oh dear lord,” she says, burying her face in her hands because that phase of her life seems so far, far away now. “I’m so glad he got over it. Not before singing an awful made-up song on his guitar, though.”

Terra laughs, softly, and Weiss notices that Adrian’s fallen asleep against her chest, his head resting on the arm she’s moved awkwardly to brace him.

“Saph worries about him,” Terra says. “He makes sure to text her updates, but she can tell when he’s left a lot out. He’ll text her something like roadtrip and she knows to translate it to we’re on the run and have no idea where our next meal is coming from. He’s her only brother and kinda the baby of the family. And she.... she frets.”

“And when she worries, you worry,” Weiss completes.

When Terra looks up at her next, it is with all of her emotions plain on her face to see. Weiss reads consternation, affection, helpless desperation and blinding, blinding love before she bites at her lip and wipes it clean. Nods.

Weiss goes back inside a couple of minutes after they do, Adrian’s head hanging off his mother’s shoulder as they make their way to his room. When she walks in, she catches a glimpse of Qrow, snoring with a blanket now thrown across his torso, and movement off the corner of her eye. Oscar gives her a boyish grin, holds up a finger to his lips, before he disappears back to the guest room. She climbs over Yang and Blake, and finds her way, inexplicably, to Ruby’s side.

At some point in the night, Ruby had apparently kicked off her sheets and they now lay half-thrown over her legs. Weiss kneels at her head, looks on. At her impossibly young features, and her mouth that has fallen open, and the few strands of hair that are strewn across her forehead. Weiss wants to kiss the spot where they meet, wants to kiss the tiny freckle just beside her nose, her snoring mouth. She flushes, and balls her hands up into tight, wanting fists.

When the urge passes (passes in a way that thirst in the desert passes, always there beneath the surface, just pushed back down enough so one can concentrate on more important things), she pulls the sheets up over her body, and tucks the ends, carefully over her shoulders. Her fingers wander, unprompted, to Ruby’s face, where they trace the path of her hair, and brush it away. Once. Twice.

And Ruby stirs beneath her hand, and then is staring at her, wide-eyed. There is no fanfare to how she wakes up, no protracted sigh or stretching. Weiss guesses it’s a product of their on-the-run lives — when there is no time to breathe, one gets used to waking and sleeping easily. In the end there they are, with Weiss kneeling next to Ruby, their faces shrouded in moonlight, staring at each other.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” she whispers, after a beat. Her hand is still resting on Ruby’s face. When she moves to bring it back, Ruby stirs. Her hand comes up to cover Weiss’, keeping it there.

“It’s okay,” Ruby whispers back, still holding her goddamned hand close to her face. Weiss can feel her breath tripping all over itself, like it’s not sure what to do in such close proximity. It’s almost intimate, she imagines, the both of them with their heads huddled together. If she leaned forward a smidge, their foreheads would touch. A head tilt — and here the thought makes her feel hot all over — and they would be kissing.

(The distance suddenly feels almost awfully unbearable to her)

Ruby’s still staring up at her, her eyes still wide and serious. When it all becomes too much, Weiss moves her hand to cover her eyes.

Ruby’s lips curve up in a sleepy smile. “What?”

“Stop,” she says, flustered, “stop looking at me.”

“But I like looking at you,” Ruby tells her, sounding amused and Weiss is one hundred percent sure she is going to die tonight.

(She doesn’t mean it she doesn’t mean it she doesn’t mean it she doesn’t — then — she means it in a different way than what you’re hoping for so shut up shut up shut up)

“Shut up,” she says, finally, then adds. “Dunce.”

Ruby giggles, then her mouth stretches open into the hugest yawn ever. Weiss laughs, boops her nose, because she simply must.

“Sleep, okay?” she says, one last time. Then, without thinking too much about it, she leans down and presses her lips to Ruby’s forehead.

She’s not sure, but Ruby looks a little like she’s blushing. She blinks a few times, then says: “Now I will.”

Weiss’ mattress is just below the couch. Five minutes after she lies down on it, she feels Ruby’s hand travel down and rest on her head. It is to the continuous motion of her hand through Weiss’ hair that sleep finally takes her when it does.

*****

Winter is all angles and bones. Not just physically, but also in the way she carries herself. She is sharp edges and words that cut easily. Weiss knows it’s not just her — the Schnee family tends to make knives out of people and then set them upon the rest of the world to hurt and maim. Weiss knows that better than anyone else, knows that some blades draw blood unwillingly.

Also knows that Winter is trying her very best to change.

But her posture is still ramrod straight, refusal to relax written into every single one of her cells. They’ve all split up after their celebration for their newest promotion to Huntsmen and Huntresses: Yang and Blake having disappeared on a trip to explore the city, Ren, Nora and Jaune off to gorge on Atlesian delicacies, and they’d left Oscar practicing sparring with Ruby. Winter had dropped in to invite her out to a celebratory dinner at Atlas’ finest dining establishment, and so here they were, sitting awkwardly in front of each other, eating whatever was on their plates.

Weiss wonders if Winter would die of shock if she dared to reach over and steal one of the dumplings on her plate. The Weiss of two years ago wouldn’t even have entertained the thought.

Today, she thinks about it maybe five seconds before picking one up and shoving it into her mouth.

Winter’s eyebrows are arched. “You know Father would disapprove of the declination of your table manners.”

“Good thing I don’t care, then,” she replies, flippantly. “Do you?”

Winter rolls her eyes, takes a sip of her wine. “You’re my sister, Weiss. You could take half my liver and I’d only call you a boob. Or something equivalent.”

That’s how Winter Schnee loves. In casual gestures, in standing behind Weiss, ready to sacrifice herself at a moment’s notice. It is not the unwavering, adoring devotion of Yang and Ruby — Yang wouldn’t even entertain the thought of a potential hurt coming her sister’s way, jumping into action to save her before she even asks. Winter, however, needs to make sure Weiss can take care of herself, only hanging back in case things get too dire.

She smacks her hand with the chopsticks when Weiss reaches for another one. “I offered up a liver, you go looking for my heart? Behave, Weiss.”

It makes her laugh.

And it’s this foreign.... ease, for lack of a better word, that has Weiss’ tongue loose enough for her to shoot Hey, Winter, you ever been in love before an hour later, when they’re walking back to the military complex.

Her sister seems to be choking on thin air — she coughs and squawks and makes all sorts of undignified noises, before smacking Weiss on her head to make her stop laughing.

“I’m sorry,” Weiss says, when that hysterical bout is over. “Just wanted to see the look on your face. You don’t, you don’t have to answer that if it’s too personal.”

“Imbecile,” Winter mutters, but she turns to face her anyway. They’re almost at the building that has their apartment, and they stop almost simultaneously, standing in front of each other and trying very hard to avoid looking into each other’s eyes.

Winter hesitates, then speaks again. “Really want to know?”

Oh. Wow. Okay. “Yes,” she nods, trying to look casual about the whole thing.

“Once,” Winter tells her, running her hands through her perfectly coiffed hair in a very uncharacteristic move. “Before I joined the military.”

“And what happened?” Weiss asks, after a prolonged pause.

Winter’s smile is both sad and amused. “Father found out about her. What do you think?”

And she doesn’t know if it’s the easily dropped pronoun, or the way she can still read the utter loneliness in her sister’s eyes, but Weiss finds herself taking a step forward and wrapping Winter up in a hug.

(Winter is all angles and bones)

And stiff limbs. “What,” her sister says, hesitantly, “Weiss, what are you doing?”

“Hugging you.”

“We don’t do that,” comes the prim response.

“We also don’t steal food off of each other's plates, Winter,” she replies, easily, still acutely conscious of the way Winter is just pressed against her stiffly. “As far as major changes go, I personally wouldn’t mind seeing a lot more of this.”

Winter’s arms come up, finally and hang loosely off her shoulders. As far as hugs go, it’s not the most comfortable one.

(As far as hugs go, it’s one of the best Weiss has ever had)

And that’s' the moment, she becomes aware of movement from somewhere up high. Winter’s back is facing the building, so she’s in the perfect position to tilt her head up and see—

(What in God’s name?)

Oscar, Jaune, Nora, Ruby, Blake and Yang and crammed into the same window, peeking out at them, and appear to be giggling furiously. Ren, thankfully, seems to have enough dignity to not stoop to the level of these utter pains in her ass.

“What the—”

“Weiss?” Winter asks, still awkwardly hugging her. “Something wrong?”

She laughs. “Depends on what you define as wrong,” she says, and disentangles, so Winter can turn around and see for herself.

“Oh dear.”

A chorus comes sailing from above. “Hi, Officer Winter!” they all say, and then disperse, laughing madly. Only Ruby remains in the end, waving at them shyly.

Winter, to her utter surprise (and really, it shouldn’t have been. If the evening had taught her anything, it was that she didn’t give her sister enough credit), waves back. When she turns back to Weiss, she’s even smiling a little.

“I like that one,” she tells her, eyes glinting with what Weiss can only define as mirth.

“Everyone likes her,” Weiss replies, shrugging.

“Do you?” Winter’s eyebrows are raised, and Weiss cannot help dropping her gaze, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of her neck. Winter’s hand falls on her hair, ruffles it up a little.

Her parting words are Be careful, you boob. Weiss pretends not to understand.

*****

Blake and Yang are easy to figure out. Even Weiss, who has a general tendency of being clueless in these matters, can see the way Blake kind of — withers, when Yang isn’t around. There’s a light in her eyes that’s only visible when Yang’s close to her, a subtle confidence in her shoulders that says Yeah, I’m good now. Blake and Yang carry their love in their bodies, always moulding themselves to the other’s relative position. Weiss is sure even they don’t realize it yet, the way they always seem to come together when they’re in the same room, this unconscious meeting of opposite poles that ends in relief. They’re tangled hands, arms resting around shoulders, feet nudging each other, eventually leading up to secret smiles in team meetings.

Sometimes, Weiss is sick of the whole thing.

Oftentimes, Weiss wants them to be happy so, so much that she fights the urge to push them into a room together for two hours.

“They’ll be back soon, you know?” she tells Blake, who hasn’t moved from the window since they finally made contact with the rest of the team. Blake whirls around, relaxes, then accepts the coffee Weiss is holding out to her.

“Thanks,” Blake says. “I just—”

“I know, I know. You worry.”

“I just,” she says, tugs at her hair with her free hand, “I just, I don’t know how anyone does it. Stay away, I mean, I — it’s like I can’t breathe properly when I don’t see her.”

And Weiss has done it once, a long time ago, although the magnitude of her feelings wasn’t known to her back then. Back when her father had locked her up in an ivory tower and she had no idea what Blake or Yang or Ruby were doing, if they were even alright. But she still stayed up all night, wondering if Ruby was okay, if she had eaten, if she was thinking about Weiss.

She imagines having to leave Ruby for a moment now, and the melancholy that washes over her almost brings her to her knees.

“Some hypocrite you are,” she says, teasing Blake gently, “with all the find yourself schtick you gave Nora earlier.”

She laughs, and Weiss finds herself hoping it’s taken her mind off of Yang for at least a little while.

“I like your brother,” she says, then. “He’s adorable.”

“Can you say that to him, please?” Weiss begs her. “And can I please be in the room when you do so?”

There’s another moment of levity. “Hey,” she starts, frowning a little. “Do you know where he is right now? Haven’t seen either him or my mother after the whole Grimm debacle.”

“I last saw him with Ruby,” Blake says. “I think he’s.... quite taken to her, actually.”

Weiss sighs. “Of course.”

(Ruby is the pied piper, after all. Everyone would follow her to the ends of the planet)

(Weiss? Weiss would walk with her beyond it)

Blake grins at her.

“What?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she says, mischievously. “Seems he’s not the only Schnee who’s quite taken with her.”

(Blake deserves the massive bump running headlong into the glyph Weiss conjures up in the next second. No doubts about that)

*****

The end of the world comes after the night before the end of the world.

Like a protracted moment of utter calm before the cacophony starts, they all comes together, and eventually split up to the places that give them the most peace. Weiss takes a tour of the house once. Her mother’s sleeping on a chair next to Whitley’s bed; Weiss covers her with a blanket before she moves on. Jaune and Oscar are sitting guard over Penny, next to Ren, who has squeezed himself in beside Nora. Yang smiles at her warmly when she comes upon her and Blake in another room. Blake’s fallen asleep with her head resting on Yang’s lap. She wanders around for a little while more, until she finally comes upon Ruby in her bedroom.

“Why is it,” Weiss says, “that most of the time I meet you, I have to tell you to go to sleep?”

Ruby turns, smiles at her, but the smile is fractured in places. Weiss takes a step forward, closer.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Nothing, nothing, I,” Ruby takes a deep breath, looks around. “I can’t believe you lived here.”

Weiss lets her change the topic. “What’s so unbelievable about that?”

“Just doesn’t look like you, that’s all.”

“That’s because I don’t exactly belong here.”

“Where do you belong then?” Ruby asks, looking right at her.

With you. “With all of you,” she says. It’s true. “Blake and Yang. And Jaune and Nora and Ren and Oscar. And even — that stupid alcoholic uncle of yours. And—”

“—and?” she asks, a lopsided grin on her face.

“And you.”

Ruby sighs, steps forward so they’re in each other’s personal space.

“Weiss,” she says once, quietly.

Weiss closes her eyes, takes a step forward of her own, blindly, feeling Ruby’s steadying hands on her shoulders, her back, her hair. She feels a hand carefully moving against the scrunchie holding her hair together.

“Can I?”

She nods, feels her hair pulls free. Ruby helps detangle it, the braid, and ends with tender hands, smiles.

“I like your hair,” she says, then makes a soft sound in her throat, urgent, wanting. “Weiss.”

“Yes, Ruby?”

“Weiss, Weiss, Weiss,” Ruby says, again, and now her forehead is tipped against Weiss’.

“What, darling?” Weiss murmurs, and feels Ruby’s shuddering breath in response. There’s a small, desperate kiss pressed to her hair, then her forehead, and amusingly enough, her nose.

“Weiss, I have to tell you—”

“—wait!” she says, not moving. It’s not like she could. A Grimm could be standing in the room right now and it couldn’t draw her away from Ruby. She touches Ruby’s cheek gently, feels Ruby sigh and sink into her palm. “Please — please don’t say what you’re about to.”

(A part of her, the stupid, hopeful part knows what it is and craves it, dreads it, mourns it already)

“And what am I about to say?” Ruby asks, her eyes burning with something Weiss can’t find the words to define.

“Something incriminating, I fear.”

“You fear?”

“Yes. But I also — I hope.”

“Then let me say it,” Ruby implores. She removes her arms from around Weiss, grabs her hands and raises them to her lips. Kisses her knuckles carefully. “Weiss, you know already. You must know.”

“I do, sweetheart, I do,” she says, resting her head against Ruby’s collarbone. The two of them have been circling each other in some dance that Weiss hasn’t been able to pin down yet, have been hurtling, at alarming speeds towards unknown cliffs, and the same way that Ruby has to know that Weiss would split herself end to end for her, that if cut into pieces, Weiss would bleed for her happily, Weiss knows.

(All love is violence. She knows that better than anyone)

“Tell me,” she starts, “tell me when there is peace.”

“But there will never be peace!” Ruby says, and her voice cracks. Weiss raises her hand blindly to press at her cheek and feels the warm moisture sticking there.

She rises on her toes so they’re level again. “There will be.” Weiss would make sure of it. For Yang and Blake, who need time to get their fledgling love off the ground. For Ren and Nora and Jaune who have lost too many friends already. For Oscar, who deserves a chance to grow up and for Qrow, who deserves a chance to feel young again. For Penny and Maria and Pietro and her mother and Whitley and Winter.

For the girl she loves.

For Ruby.

When they kiss, Weiss thinks she’s shattering into a million pieces, like she would never be the same again, even if reformed into someone who resembles Weiss Schnee on the surface. How could she, with the memory of the movement of Ruby’s lips now imprinted on hers, her fingers tracking indelible marks through her hair — tomorrow, she will remember, a week later, she will remember, if somehow, she couldn’t see Ruby for another thirty years, her skin would remind her, every day.

*****

The end of the world comes before the day after the end of the world.

Weiss wakes up in the woods, empty handed. She wakes up, and thinks of Ren and Nora and Oscar, hopes they got to safety. Of her mom and Whitley and Winter. She thinks of Jaune who tried carrying her to the door. Of Yang who fell infinite miles into the void before Blake fell an equal distance to her knees, of finding Gambol Shroud and trying her very best to gather her courage to honor her teammates best.

Weiss wakes up in the woods, stumbles to her feet, looks around. There’s water to be searched for, and sustenance to be gathered. She’s got a long journey ahead of her, after all.

Ruby’s waiting for her.

#rwby #weiss x ruby #whiterose #rwby fanfiction #i have a feeling this is just the start of a lifelong obsession with rwby and writing whiterose fanfic but eh #i simply had to attempt to give weiss schnee some form of happiness - she is my absolute fav character from any media ever #also if you're a regular reader (I'm sorry if you are :P) and you find a metaphor i've repeated no you didn't.....pls #there's only a number of finite ways you can write about falling in love okay? i've checked #anyways - im not sure if its my best attempt at anything but here goes #happy reading!

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hajimewhore · 3 years

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☾ɴᴇᴋᴏᴍᴀ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ

➸Part two of Haikyuu boys and their sleep habits ➸gn!Reader, fluff fluff fluff, a lil humor, sleep time💤

[Masterlist] [Karasuno]

✰ Kozume Kenma ➸ Kenma of course games dusk till dawn, but when the two of you started dating he’d set his game aside to curl up with you in bed, until you fell asleep stroking his hair. ➸ Initially, you found it sweet that he’d sacrifice late gaming time to cuddle and fall asleep with you. Until you woke up one night and saw him playing away at his switch, blue light illuminating his intense face in the late hours. ➸ Turns out, he kept whatever game console he’d been playing under his pillow, and waited till you fell asleep to resume gaming. ➸ It’s still sweet that he didn’t want to keep you up or make you worry about his gaming habit, but you still want him to get his sleep. ➸ When you pluck the game from his hands (provided it’s at a good saving point), he jumps and eyes you cautiously. “Get some sleep, Kenma.” ➸ He sighs and nods in agreement, curling back up to you.

✰ Kuroo Tetsurou ➸ The way Kuroo sleeps with pillows mashed on either side of his head is honestly baffling, and you’re genuinely surprised he hasn’t suffocated in his sleep yet. Seriously, who taught this cat to sleep like that? ➸ Though it is how he sleeps the most comfortable, so you let it slide when you spend the night. You get your fair share of pictures, documenting his odd sleep habit for your (Adorable) Photos To Embarrass Kuroo collection. ➸ Kuroo only decides to stop his pillow ear muff sleep method one night when he realizes he can’t see your face when he falls asleep. ➸ It starts genuinely upsetting him because he can’t lean over and peck your nose, or brush your cheek, or tuck your head into his shoulder, he can’t even cuddle you properly! ➸ And your face is definitely a face he desperately wants to kiss with soft and sweet goodnights. He also really wants to wake up in the early morning to your gentle countenance, as you snooze away without a worry (and not wake up to all these damn pillows). ➸ Now when you spend the night, he’s learned to fall asleep without the mess of pillows glued to his head. ➸ Funny enough, he gets roasted more by his friends for not having his iconic bed head than when he has his bed head.

✰ Yaku Morisuke ➸ No way in hell is Yaku gonna be caught being back hugged, or worse, LITTLE SPOONED. ➸ The guy is 5’5” and ALWAYS wants to be the big spoon. He refuses to be the little spoon. ➸ Though, eventually, through trial and tribulation you lowkey train him into loving it... ➸ Every time you hug him from the back, you press a kiss to his cheek and tell him something you love about him. Though initially tense at the action, he of course preens at the attention you’re showering him with and turns to presses kisses all over your face. ➸ He’ll kiss your nose, cheeks, forehead, lips, chin, anything with a surface area on your face, Yaku just loves to reciprocate your affection 10x over. ➸ If he’s had an especially rough practice, you give him a massage before bed, pressing kisses to his back as you lay behind him and wrap your arms around his middle. Yaku gives in with little complaint to being the little spoon, a content smile on his face. ➸ You’re not saying you Pavlov dog trained him or anything, but Yaku does wind up loving being the little spoon a tad more than he did beforehand.

✰ Haiba Lev ➸ Lev isn’t an easy person to sleep with by any means. He’s 6′5″, his long legs take up a lot of space, and he’s a crybaby that always wants to be the little spoon (but is too scared to ask). ➸ He always tends to stretch in his sleep, long limbs somehow growing longer as he nearly pushes you off the bed. In some cases, you actually wind up waking up abruptly on the floor. For this reason alone, you purchased a plush rug for the side you sleep on. ➸ He doesn’t mean to of course, but he sometimes accidentally smacks you in the face when he tosses and turns in his sleep. You’re thankful he doesn’t practice his spikes in his sleep at least, so you make sure to snuggle as close as possible to avoid any sleepy foul play. ➸ Lev steals the covers! With all that leg and height, he really can’t help it if he ends up pulling the sheets off of you in the night, curling up comfortably in his makeshift cocoon. ➸ You’ve learned he’s a heavy sleeper though, so if you wake up with a chill you don’t hesitate to steal back your share of the sheets. After comfortably situated, you warm up again by wrapping your arms around his middle (knowing in the morning he’ll wake up eagerly to being your little spoon!)

✰ Yamamoto Taketora ➸ He always wants to watch a movie before going to bed. He’ll sling his arm around your shoulder, and get nice and cozy as you set up your laptop. You lean into him comfortably, and lay back in the pillows to find something trending on Netflix to watch. ➸ As it turns out, he never finishes anything you watch, he always falls into a dead asleep within the first 15 minutes. You were surprised the first time you heard his soft snoring next to you, and chalked it up to a long and tiring day. ➸ Except, it happens every night. You’ve started to realize it’s not so much that he wants to watch a movie, it’s that he wants to fall asleep to a movie. ➸ Yamamoto is definitely the type to need background noise to fall asleep, always twisting and turning tirelessly if there’s too much empty noise. ➸ You love watching movies together with him though, so you learned to put on movies you don’t plan on finishing together. ➸ It’s cute seeing how invested he is to start. Yamamoto is always eager to spend more time with you and end your night together, but he inevitably starts nodding off with his head slumping on top of yours. ➸ You close the lap top each time, and shimmy yourselves into the covers, completely content with the routine you’ve found.

✰ Kai Nobuyuki ➸ He snores, so, so, so loudly. ➸ You don’t want him to feel bad about it, because you love to sleep over and don’t want him to feel guilty about something he can’t help, so you don’t mention it to him. ➸ But your lack of sleep due to the earth shattering snores is driving you mad. So instead, you look up ways to to quickly fall asleep. ➸ You start your days early, try to be active when you can, test a myriad of teas and snacks that supposedly induce sleep easier, and it turns out to be quite fun experimenting with different methods. It starts to be a little game to see if you can fall asleep before Kai does. ➸ And eventually, it starts to work! You fall asleep before him, and conk out through the night. ➸ In actuality, it turns out that Kai once saw an open browser on your laptop, googling ‘ways to fall asleep’. He also happened to notice your habit of drinking sleep time remedies. ➸ He kind of figured it must’ve been due to his snoring, he remembered his teammates teasing him about it at camp in high school. So, at night, he started to force himself to stay awake and listen for the sound of your even breathing. ➸ Though he doesn’t mind one bit, kissing your forehead when you’re finally asleep, love is compromise!

✰ Fukunaga Shouhei ➸ Fukunaga is a comedian by day, and comedian by night. The guy does not stop. ➸ He Is a chronic sleep talker, and often sleep walks (sleep acts, more like). You find yourself staying up some nights just to see what he’ll do next. ➸ You caught him in the living room once, doing what you can only assume was pitching a tent. Was he camping in his dreams? ➸ Depending on what he does, you’ll sometimes casually suggest what you should do for your next date, like camping. “How did you know I wanted to that, babe?!” (He’s convinced you’re a psychic). ➸ It’s insane to you how long the acts go on too. He never flits between dreams, always one routine. You think he kayaked to an island once, judging by the way he mimed it on the couch, sleep talking about the dolphins and the birds. ➸He’ll sleep talk his comedy routines also, “Thanks for coming everyone!”, and you have to stifle a laugh so not to wake him. ➸ You always let it run it’s course since he’s not hurting anyone or himself. You sigh contently when he finally returns to bed after whatever wild adventure he was having, and he always tucks his head into your shoulder muttering about his love for you.

✰ Inuoka Sou ➸ The biggest, love struck, dork. Always, always, always wants to cuddle, and it’s the cutest thing ever. ➸ He follows you around all night before it’s time to sleep, not unlike a puppy would. He brushes his teeth with you, and even learned to do a skin care routine just to spend more time with you in the bathroom. And he only did so because he spent entirely too long pouting in bed, tossing and turning, while waiting for you to finish. ➸ Cuddling with Inuoka is always warm and wholesome... until it isn’t. On hot summer nights, you can’t stand to be wrapped up in his body heat. It’s perfect for colder weather and winter nights, but not the scorching summer. ➸ Despite being the heaviest sleeper, always snoozing past his alarm and snoring away when you try to wake him, he instantly wakes up when you try to move away from his arms. ➸ You only wanted to get a air and rid of all the heat, but Inuoka looks up at you with the sleepiest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen, “Babe, where are you going?” ➸ Every time, you give in, “No where baby.” ➸ It’s just once a year, for the entirety of the summer, right? You can withstand that much (and maybe invest in a better fan).

[Masterlist] [Karasuno]

#IM SOFT #i feel a little bad this went on longer than the karasuno boys but what can i say #i love my nekoma guys #haikyuu!!#HQ!!#haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #hqradiostation #nekoma #nekoma x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kozume kenma x reader #haiba lev x reader #yaku morisuke x reader #kai nobuyuki x reader #inuoka sou x reader #fukunaga shouhei x reader #yamamoto taketora x reader

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years

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for @magellan-88!

When Hawkins’ class of ‘85 graduated high school, Billy was the first to take off, halfway back to San Francisco before the caps even touched the ground.

Everyone gave hats off to him for being one of the few who’d ever make it out of the dying ghost town that was Hawkins, but as much as he hated that place and all its confines, he felt like he had left behind a lot.

The job wasn’t what he really wanted to do anyways, his house, when he was still staying there, was cramped, and after only a couple of months, the town had no sentimental value to him. The only thing he couldn’t help but feel bad about ditching, and that amounted to a whole lot of regret on his part, were the people.

Not the girls who swooned over him or the half made friendships he’d been neglecting since they formed anyways either, but he had his little sister, to whom he promised he’d drop everything and come back the second she said the word, and he also had Steve.

His relationship with Steve was a little blurrier, the two of them had gotten to the point of calling each other friends just after Christmas, best friends by the time Neil kicked Billy out for nothing but turning the big one-eight in april, and he was left crashing on the Harrington’s designer couch until he was free to leave Hawkins.

That’s where Steve would’ve ended the story at least, but as for Billy, he’d fallen ass over tits in love for his best friend in a matter of a smoldering gaze at a Halloween party.

Of all the many things he regrets about his short time in that cramped little town, he’d have to say the biggest was not having worked up the courage to fess up about his little crush before he skipped town to live it up more than two thousand miles away, mostly because that had been the only of his mistake he never took any time to resolve.

So it was that when Steve, apparently completely forgetting about the existence of time zones, calls him up at five in the morning to ask if he could come out to visit his new place in the golden state in a few weeks, Billy senses a pretty big opportunity.

What Steve had always done when Billy was staying at his place was cover the couch in the upstairs foyer, as he was made to call it, in layers of spare pillows and blankets, making it up like a bed for him. If he could, he would’ve let him have the guest bedroom, but that was out of the question when every other night that Steve’s parents were home, they argued and John had to take the spare.

But Billy doesn’t have a spare room, and he isn’t too sure about doing the same for Steve in his new apartment.

The problem isn’t that he can't, he has a brand new couch, bought from an actual furniture store instead of an old busted up one at thrift (or that he brought in off the curb and said was bought at thrift) and it’s even got a pull out to make things easier. He’d spent too many dozens of nights on Steve’s couch, staring up at the way high ceiling and wishing he had the guts to make a move, that he doesn’t think his yearning heart can take being just down the hall from him again, especially not with the promise that in a few weeks time, there’d be that vast, looming space between them again.

So he’s settled on it, Steve is going to sleep in his bed. He’s just gotta find a way to get him there, and that’s simple enough, he just has to pretend there’s nowhere else for him to sleep.

Now, he’ll admit that his plan on selling that idea is shaky at best, but Steve is bone tired when he gets there a few days later, his first time flying and dealing with jet lag taking everything he has out of him, so really, he’s looking to crash as soon as they get up to Billy’s apartment.

Only, he notices immediately that the couch isn’t set up like a bed like he usually would have done it up, and he looks to Billy with a slight tilt of his head, confusion in those big puppy-dog eyes.

So Billy answers, trying not to be too smug about it, “Sorry man, couch is out of the question.”

“Why?” Steve asks, then thinks better of it, knowing Billy’s history, “Actually, hold that thought, I don’t think I want to know.”

That makes Billy laugh, makes him remember why he fell in love with Steve in the first place too, “Nothing gross this time, s’just brand new. Can’t have you drooling all over the furniture that cost me two months of rent.”

“Right. So.. where am I going to sleep then?”

“I’ve got a bed, Steve.”

“Well duh, but I’m not going to kick you out of your own bed.”

“I didn’t say that. You’re not the only one with a queen sized now. I got room for two.”

“But.. is that going to be weird?” Steve asks, shifting on his feet, like the suggestion makes him uncomfortable, and Billy almost backs out then, lies about how he was just messing around to test Steve, but he sticks to his guns, saying, “Only if you make it weird. Don’t have much of a choice anyhow, unless you want to sleep in the bathtub.”

Steve insists on arguing though, “What’s wrong with sleeping on the floor?”

“Dude, this is a shitty ass apartment. I live here and I don’t even know half of the nasty shit that’s been on this floor.”

“Fine, just as long as I have a place to sleep.” Steve half-mumbles, cut off by a yawn, obviously too tired to keep pressing the issue.

He saunters off to Billy’s room not too long after that, not even changing out of his clothes before he’s throwing himself face down in his bed, leaving Billy to do his entire nighttime routine while Steve makes himself right at home, assuming that after brushing his teeth and putting his hair up, changing out of his jeans and triple checking that the doors and windows were locked tight, that’d be enough time for Steve to fall asleep.

That however, does not happen to be the case.

Billy knew from sleeping just down the hall from Steve’s bedroom that he snored like a motherfucker, and from the times he had fallen asleep on the basketball bus after a game that Steve never stopped moving in his sleep, but he was truly not prepared for how difficult it was for Steve to get to sleep in the first place.

He understands it, he remembers how hard it had been trying to relax in the silence that surrounded the country, and since that was all Steve was used to, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that the sounds of the city were hard for him to tune out and just sleep.

What he doesn’t understand is how Steve doesn’t wear himself out tossing and turning, and after at least an hour of it, Billy’s got to wonder if this is a princess and the pea type situation, some messed up spring in his mattress making this arrangement not proper for the royalty at his side.

Billy can tell he wants to talk, from the way he keeps feeling Steve’s eyes on his back, the tapping of his fingers against the headboard, which, if they got to talking he might not even need part two of his plan, but Steve doesn’t ever say anything just sighs with every chime on the clock, another hour he can’t get to sleep.

It isn’t until three in the morning rolls around that Steve finally conks out, Billy himself still barely awake enough to shoot his shot, draping himself over Steve and pulling him close before he has a chance to roll over onto his front again, falling asleep with his crush in his arms.

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The sun’s not up yet, and the clock’s too blurry to say exactly what time it is when Steve wakes up again, realizing after a few minutes that he’s hot as hell, and didn’t immediately start tossing and turning again, which, once he’s actually woken up enough to think, he discovers that the only reason that is is because Billy is pressed against his back, his arm thrown over his side, spooning him and basically keeping him held there in place.

Steve at first tries not to think about it, the whole, sleeping in the same bed as the person he deliberately never did that with to avoid facing his feeling, and just get comfortable with Billy all cuddled up to him, but he’s a front sleeper, and Billy is fucking hot in more ways than one, so when it’s evident that’s not going to work, he clears his throat, announcing into the silence, “You’re smotherin’ me, Bill.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath behind him, like Billy had just woken up, and a soft little hum of a question, “Hm?”

“You’re like, on top of me, man.” Steve informs him, like he didn’t notice he was half laying on him, but Billy answers bluntly, voice all tired and scratchy, “Don’t care.”

That sort of confuses Steve. He’d been expecting an apology, for Billy to roll over and them to pretend this never happened in the morning, and it’s got his mind, and his heart, racing a mile a minute, because Billy isn’t the only one with a helpless crush, there’s a reason Steve flew 2,000 miles just to see him.

So he asks, before he can lead himself on, “Just to be clear, is this an accidental thing that only isn’t awkward because we’re friends or is this like, meaningful?”

Billy just hums, pulling him even closer, making Steve feel small, “Go to sleep, Steven.”

“Okay.” He tries to, shoving his arm under the pillows and shifting under Billy’s weight so he’d be comfortable enough, but it’s just nagging at his lovesick brain, “But seriously man, I don’t know what I should take away from this.”

Billy sighs softly, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles, maybe because he was tired, maybe because Steve was being Steve, “Look, you’re in my bed, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, because of the couch, I thought you were just a cuddler or something.”

“Nope. This was all by design.”

“So then the couch..”

“Was perfectly fine, yeah. Damn thing even has a fold out.”

“You did this on purpose?”

“Thought I made that pretty obvious.”

Steve pouts, sitting up so Billy has to let go of him, “Well if you’re so annoyed with me, I’ll just leave you to get back to sleep.”

“Oh no. It’s much too late for that. I’m thinking we’re going to have to find another way to spend the time now. And, well, since you’re already here...”

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #ej writer #story by ej!#this took ages and I’m really very sorry about that #I hit a huge writers block because of school stress and stuff #but it’s here! and other requests will be being written too!#as well as new chapters on my fics!#basically this is your sign that I’m being productive again!

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emeraldbabygirl · 3 years

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N.Flying reaction to you being on your moon

So I decided to write a thing. I’m not sure if this is a reaction but I know it’s not a headcannon..at least I don’t think it is. And I wanna start with this one and from here on out write the titles at the top and fix any previous works that are framed like this so it looks better? I’m still trying to figure out how I want my layouts to look like. Btw for some reason tumblr is whack and it’s not showing me any gifs of N.Flying except for like five and they’re all recent from the Moonshot mv and it’s not what I’m looking for. It’s been happening with me a lot not whenever I search for a gif it only spits up a few and they are recent like everything else got deleted? Idk it could be a bug on my end or just tumblr doing its stupid thing so this reaction unfortunately won’t have gifs :( I’m sorry

Seunghyub: Seunghyub was a man that would come running to you at the drop of a hat. He was very gentle and understanding with you while you were on your moon and he loved showering you with cuddles and kisses in hopes it would cheer you up cause he knew how moody you could get. You came home from work and not meaning to sound like a bitch you grumbled at his friendly greeting. Seunghyub was too smart to frown as he knew you couldn’t help it. He followed you down the hall entering you room and then the bathroom to draw you a nice bubble bath. He figured the light might be to harsh if you had a headache so he lit a couple candles around and found you in your room attempting to crawl into bed with your work clothes still on. “Darling come here I drew you a nice bubble bath.” He said pulling you out of bed. You grumbled and attempted to fight him like a cat afraid of water. “Come on now you don’t want to sleep in your clothes. You’ll feel better after a bath huh?” You huffed in defeat as Seunghyub led you into the bathroom. Helping you with your clothes he held your hand as you stepped in the warm water. You immediately sighed and began relaxing. Seunghyub let you close your eyes as he gently washed your hair and scrubbed your back. “Thank you for this Seunghyub really. And the candles are cute.” You smiled warmly at him. Seunghyub hands are covered in bubbles but he still cups the side of your face to kiss you. “Anytime Darling.”

Chahun: For the most part you were calm as far as mood on your period but your cravings for random foods and your appetite always increased. Chahun has picked you up from work and you were passing every fast food place and restaurant in the universe. Well that’s what it felt like. “Hunnnnn I want fried chicken..or a hamburger. Look there’s a sushi restaurant right there let’s get something to eat pleaseeee” you whined pressing your face against the window. “It’s late love, we’re going home. I’ll fix you something then okay?” Chahun said. You appreciated and loved Chahun cooking for you but you wanted greasy food right now and you felt bad about him always cooking despite you knowing full well how to. “Chahun..don’t you think you cook too often for me? I mean..wouldn’t you like a break? Besides I really want to go out.” The rest of the ride was silent. You sat at the table in sweats and watched Chahun shuffle around the kitchen. You loved watching him cook you just felt bad that he was always doing it and even when you weren’t hungry he still insisted. You felt even worse when you were on your period. Chahun finished up and plated food for both of you landing a kiss on the top of your head before placing your food in front of you. “I know you want fast food and I know you think I cook to much for you but I think home cooked meals are better on your tummy, especially during your lady time. Also you are my girlfriend and I enjoy cooking for you as a sign of love. Now eat up and then we can do whatever you want for the rest of the evening.” You smiled taking a bite of food. Chahun was too sweet.

Jaehyun: Jaehyun always did his absolute best to cheer you up whenever you were having your monthly and most of the time he could get a smile out of you. Tonight though you were laying on the couch in tears from the cramps you were having and Jaehyun couldn’t seem to cheer you up. He tried jokes, dancing goofy, breaking one of his sticks on purpose but nothing was working, you were in too much pain. Jaehyun kneeled in front of you moving your hair away from your face so he could wipe the tears that were falling. “Sweetie I’m sorry you’re so much pain..is there anything I can do?” Jaehyun was sad seeing you like this. “Rip out my uterus please” you said. This sent Jaehyun into a laughing fit. The sudden outburst from him and seeing him roll around on the floor from how silly you were being put a small smile on your face but that went away when you got a cramp the felt like you got kicked really hard in the stomach. Jaehyun settled down and noticed your silent suffering. “Hey, let’s lay down on the bed it’s probably more comfy. I can make you some tea and..” Jaehyun stopped talking. You probably didn’t feel like getting up. Jaehyun decided to just sit with you and comfort you as best he good. He heated up a hot pack and placed it on next to your side. Running his hand through your hair helped you relax a little and the hot pack slowly started to help with the cramps. Jaehyun covered you up with a blanket as you drifted off to sleep and quietly cleaned up the living room.

Hweseung: Hweseung was use to how moody you were. He comforted you whenever you cried wheather it was cramps or you got sad, he bought you your comfort foods when you were hungry and cranky and he even put up with your random laughing fits. He knew how your emotions could get on your time of the month but he was confused this month as you kept initiating sex. You weren’t normally like this and poor Hweseung didn’t know how to go about it. “Fuck me Hweseungggg” you blurted out while you to were on the couch watching tv. Hwesung was so surprised he nearly spit out his tea. “W-what?” Hweseung said after catching his breath. Did he hear you right? “Come on I’m hornyyyy” you whined starting to attack his neck with your lips. “Babe, do you really feel like having sex right now? It’s messy and you might hurt more. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable..also you don’t want to get pregnant now do you?” Hweseung was very aware of the ovulation cycle and knew that today would be the best time to have sex if you were looking to make mini yous. “Yesss let’s make lots of babies please Hweseung. Fuck me I’ll feel better.” You said against his neck. Hweseung sat as you cuddled and crawled all over him. Hweseung himself wasn’t fond of the idea of period sex at all. He definitely thought it was a bad idea while you were menstruating but he didn’t want to upset you. After contemplating for awhile and going over the possibilities of you actually getting pregnant he decided he would go through with it. But he took to long as he could hear your light snoring as you must’ve conked out from exhaustion. Hweseung sighed in relief seeing you out with your head on his lap. You looked like a cat, it made Hweseung smile. He repositioned your head in a more comfy direction and rubbed your lower back while he continued to watch tv. He chuckled to himself at the thought of you falling asleep during sex. You were just too tired and you needed your sleep.

Dongsung: Dongsung was really good to you around your time of the month. He would give you hot packs if you were having cramps, cook for you or order anything you wanted, draw you baths or set clothes out for you after a shower. He would tend to your every need and you were thankful but he was always running around too much. “Dongsung,” you said coming out of your room after changing from your work clothes. Dongsung practically rushed to your feet with a concerned look. He was always so adorable it made you sad that he felt he had to tend to your every need. “Is everything okay babe?” He asked worry in his voice. You sighed. “Can we just watch a movie tonight. You always work so hard to help me and I just want you to stop and relax. Can we just have an easy night tonight? Please?” Dongsung nodded quietly and grabbed your hand and you both walked to the living room. “Can I still make popcorn though?” You smiled out how perfectly silly he was. “Yes of course, but hurry up please I wanna cuddle.”

I did Hweseung’s last so sorry if it’s kind of crappy towards the end. It took me two hours to finish this cause I was distracted from vibing to N.Flying lmao. Anyway I wanted to make this cause I’m in my N.Flying feels again and I just thought this would be a nice lil thingy. (Also side note I feel like Hweseung would be really sweet and neat during sex in general and even more so if it was period sex even though period sex is gross and messy but I just wanted to add all the aspects and things around your moon time)

#n.flying #seunghyub #lee seunghyub #cha hun #chahun #jaehyun #kim jaehyun #dongsung #seo dongsung #hweseung #yoo hweseung #n.flying fanfics #n.flying reactions #kpop fanfics #kpop reactions #fanfics #reactions

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andrea-lyn · 5 years

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Alex gets that beagle, but it’s a rescue he finds on the street or something. Michael is initially HIGHLY skeptical of the whole endeavour but comes around in the end.

When he’d been in high school and Maria had told him and Liz that his mother was psychic, he’d spouted a lot of scientific bullshit about how it’s all self-fulfilling prophecy and most people just believe in what they want to because a good cold read can fool anyone.

Maria had nearly cried that day and Liz had punched him so hard that his arm bruised, so he’s shut up about it ever since.

Still, when he and Michael are making out in the alley behind the Wild Pony, he never thought he’d be on this end of a self-fulfilling prophecy, but here he is. It’s not even the Michael part of it, though Mimi and Maria both have called out that hope would be coming in Alex’s life (and he hadn’t even laughed at the very literal translation of that) even though Maria’s prediction had come with its own bitterness, given that Alex’s hope had belonged to her for a bright and brilliant flash before it had come winding its way back to Alex.

No, it’s the fact that when he hears the mournful whimpering and he goes to investigate, he discovers a trembling beagle in between several trash cans.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Michael calls after him, chasing him as he fumbles to adjust his unbuttoned shirt. “Why’d you run off like…” He trails off, seeing what Alex has found from over his shoulder. “No, no, no,” he says, shaking his head, taking a step back.

Wait.

“Are you seriously scared of a dog?”

“Do you see Max or Iz with pets? Who knows how they’ll react to…” He finishes this with a frightened little hiss of air as he steps back, looking at the malnourished beagle like it’s going to lunge out and bite him.

Alex gapes at Michael Guerin like he’s seeing him for the first time.

“You’re scared of a dog.”

“I have realistic apprehensions about one!” he snaps back at him, his eyes wide with the panic. “Maybe because I know my boyfriend a little too well. I know what happens when he sees down on their luck strays,” he keeps going, shaking his head.

Alex is already ruffling the dog’s fur behind her ears, trying to work his nail through the dirty mats, thinking about how much food she’ll need and what to name her and where she’ll sleep.

He’s also aware of what Michael just said.

“Your boyfriend?”

Michael flushes and stares at Alex, then the dog, shoulders sagging as he admits defeat. “You saying you’re not?”

“I didn’t think you were saying that,” Alex admits, staring at the dog. He already knows that he’s taking the beagle home with them and it has nothing to do with the future that Mimi had seen for him, but would he have been so eager to take the dog if she hadn’t?

Well, he doesn’t plan to find out.

“This isn’t a dealbreaker or anything, is it?” Alex checks, because he’s pretty sure that he’s not going to ruin them because he adopts a stray rescue, but sometimes with Michael, he never knows what’s going to create a rift.

Michael makes a face at the dog, like he’s afraid that Alex is suddenly going to start loving it more. “It’s fine,” he grumbles, “but don’t expect me to take care of it! And I’m definitely not gonna like it.”

Alex makes a ‘sure you won’t’ face with a lift of his eyebrows, but he uses his jacket to bundle up the puppy. “You’re coming home with us, girl,” he says warmly, tucking her in against his chest. “Don’t listen to the alien,” he whispers to her, but loud enough for Michael to hear. “He likes to pretend he’s a tough angry cowboy, but we know better, don’t we?”

“I mean it,” Michael grumbles as they leave the alley. “This is your dog.”

Three weeks later, Alex whistles to get Phoebe to come to bed, but she doesn’t appear. He levers sideways for his crutch so he can make it out to the main room, where Michael has fallen asleep watching television on the couch, Phoebe snuggled in his arms.

Both of them are snoring and conked out, but Michael’s hand is buried in Phoebe’s fur, clearly having fallen asleep while petting her.

Yeah, Alex isn’t the only one who sees an underdog and decides to take a chance on them. He grins as he makes himself some space on the couch for himself so he can curl up with them.

His dog has someone become Michael’s napping partner, foot heater, and playmate. Sure, he hadn’t expected Michael to stay apprehensive and scared of the dog forever, but he’s still going to tease his boyfriend about that for years to come.

Self-fulfilled or not, Mimi had been right - she’s a beautiful girl and Alex has given her part of his heart. Michael went and gave her even more, so he knows that she’s not going anywhere.

#hazel-athena #malex fic #malex #michael/alex #beagle fic #fic prompts #roswell new mexico #tumblr promo #alex and michael get a dog #and michael is That Guy #who says he's going to hate the dog #and ends up whipped

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ghostbandxyou · 5 years

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Sleepy Times (Some NSFW 18+ only!)

Nihil-

Being an older gentleman Nihil tends to go to bed early so you probably join him in bed later in the evening.

At first, you couldn't sleep the sounds of his oxygen mask keeping you up late into the night, but now you can't sleep without it.

In the morning you usually bring him his meds and breakfast then curl up next to him under the covers.

Nihil probably sleeps on his back or on his side facing away from you so you either sleep holding his hand or pressing your back up next to him.

Papa i-

He's a heavy sleeper probably snores when he will hold you to his chest and conk out (Ear plugs may be necessary).

He wears the same pair of black silk PJs every night, His sheets are probably silk too.

Papa ii-

He usually drags you to bed around 10 even throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bed if he has to.

He gets grumpy when he's tired but doesn't like going to bed without you so he often will wait around while you finish up your daily activities and get ready for bed

You usually end up sleeping with your head on his chest, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist.

Papa iii (NSFW)-

both of you usually end up sleeping naked (if you know what I mean... wink wink nudge nudge)

He's a big fan of romantic, lazy, sleepy morning sex especially after a particularly rough session before bed.

At night you are a tangle of limbs.

Fighting over the blanket is also common he calls you a blanket hoarder.

Cardinal Copia-

Your lucky if he even makes it to the bed often you find him asleep in the library snoring loudly.

You usually wake him up and drag him to bed with you but some nights you just lay him down on the library couch cover him in a blanket, kiss his forehead, and leaving him be.

When he's really busy he will stay up till the early hours of the morning so you opt to sleep on the couch just to be close to him. On those nights you fall asleep to the sounds of him scribbling and mumbling to himself in Italian.

Era 3 ghouls:

Omega-

You don't necessarily have a bedtime routine sometimes he's in bed first other times it's you.

If it's him you slip under the covers with him and drape his arm over you snuggling into his warm embrace.

If it's you he gets under the covers and nuzzles his head into your shoulder pulling you tight into his chest.

Alpha-

he's a night owl, most of the time you get into bed at around 10 but spend the next couple hours giggling and messing around in a tired semi-delusional state.

He is not a morning person getting very grumpy when woken to early a hot cup of coffee usually does the trick.

Era 4 ghouls:

Aether-

okay, we all know that he is a beefy boy like he is an absolute unit. So it's no surprise he is the best at cuddling.

You will lay your head on his chest and snuggle up to him every night.

Basically, you cling to him like a koala he makes you feel warm and safe in his arms.

When he's on tour he often doesn't sleep well without you. So sometimes he will pull a picture of you up on his phone just to look at while falling asleep. (it sounds creepy but it's not)

Dewdrop (NSFW)-

Dew usually joins you in bed sliding under the covers next to you.

In the morning you lay in bed together scrolling through your phones.

If you lay your head on his chest while doing this he will put his phone down watching you scroll through your feed instead and commenting. Examples: “Whos that?” “that's a good cat” “why is he shirtless?”

If he wakes up horny he will begin kissing your neck grinding himself into you.

when your eyes flutter open he's smirking at you with lustful eyes.

Swiss-

Swiss is a cheeky mother fucker.

He likes to take pictures of you sleeping on him and post them in the churches group chat.

When he's feeling needy though he becomes very cat-like rubbing up against you, he loves if you stroke his hair he will purr and do that cat chatter thing that's so fucking cute.

He also chitters in his sleep you have a couple videos of it on your phone

Rain-

Rain likes to be held while sleeping when spooning he's always the little spoon.

He has trouble getting to sleep some nights, on those occasions if you run your fingers through his hair or trace circles on his back while whispering that he's safe and you love him he will fall asleep quickly and sleep soundly.

He may be a needy ghoul but if you have a nightmare or need comfort his quick to do the same to you.

Mountain-

Restless sleeper constantly moving don't be surprised if you wake up with your heads at the foot of the bed.

In the morning his hair sticks up in all directions, almost like he was electrocuted in his sleep.

He often has dreams about drumming, he will tap his fingers on your back. Once he sat up in bed pounding out a full imaginary drum solo then fell back into the pillows no memory of it in the morning.

Tall Ghoulett-

She always drinks tea before bed to help her sleep especially when she gets back from tour and is jet-lagged.

Unfortunately, this means she usually has to pee in the middle of the night to expect to have your arms peeled of her sometime in the night so she can go. (Don't even think about it you kinky fucks)

When you cuddle up next to her in the evening she smells like lavender and chamomile just like her favorite tea.

Smol Ghoulett-

She's an early riser 7 am sharp sometimes earlier.

Most of the time if you're still asleep she will slip out of bed to make coffee then sneak back into bed (coffee in hand) next to you trying not to wake you up.

If you're not up by 9 she will get impatient and start nudging and poking you awake claiming that she misses you.

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul #ghost bc #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #era 4 ghouls #mountain ghoul #ghoulettes #swiss army ghoul #omega ghoul #alpha ghoul #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus zero #papa ii #papa nihil #papa i

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pinkpoundcake · 5 years

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For when you don't.

All Might/Reader

Please accept this in place of a warm down. My tablets gotta charge for the night. 😢

There was no rest for the wicked, and apparently no rest for the righteous. All Might was within his right to be bone core tired. This was really, quite normal. Even the world's greatest hero grew weary... eventually. He was only human after all. He couldn't let himself slow down though, no! There were people who needed his help, that needed his broad smile, and the illussion of bottomless energy.

If he were a single man, he could get away with this. Men who refused to do evil onto others, usually did a great disservice onto themselves, and he was a notorious repeat offender. There was no way you were going to let him continue on with such a crime.

He was an adult, a veteran honestly. You weren't going to baby your husband. You started your strategic convincing ahead of time, though. A week to be exact. When he was sharing his attention with all of Japan, All Might tended to, mistakenly, neglect his personal obligations.

What you proposed did sound lovely. He could never say no to spending quality time with you. He loved you very dearly. He figured this time you were setting aside was what you deserved. Ridiculous man. This was for him! But that set aside. You scheduled your hints and reminders for your Saturday rendezvous.

And when the day came, you had your home set. This wasn't a streamlined ordeal, no, it was a casual miniature vacation, but you still grabbed some items you thought would add to the ideal 'relaxation' atmosphere the night before after work.

The sleep in you both shared in the morning was fabulous, and well deserved to say the least. You knew it would take a Sleepy Time Spritz of lavender on his pillow to keep his habitual, internal, clock from waking him before dawn, while an alarm wasn't there to go off. You'd been married to him for quite some time, and you couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so heavily. Not since all those hospital stays. Midnight's sweat could have been in that stuff. He was thin these days, but he had mustered the ability to snore beyond nine a.m., and you didn't mind it one bit.

Now...in the late afternoon Toshinori said he was only going out to pick up your food. You had ordered everything you both liked to eat, that he could still consume, for a fine Favorite's Feast. He didn't return for three hours, using up the time you thought you would have to watch a new movie, develop the Itis, and conk out on the couch. Once inside, the food was cold, and he was filthy and apologizing profusely. Ah...you could find it in your heart to chaste a man for getting held up at the bar, or club, or parlor or something else trivial. But your All Might was out...being All Might. You laughed and told him it was alright. You could reheat, and eat. And you were planning a bath for him anyway.

Your first evening bath would have been nicer with the bomb you bought, but ah...he really was dirty. The soothing oils would have been a nightmare with the incident induced grime. You showed it to him anyway, and it tickled him. It was an USA!! AMERICAN COLOR! spangled thing in the shape of a star. It would have turned the water red, white, and blue, and left a little toy hotdog behind. So you know what, after you scrubbed him clean ( he didn't get in your way on that), you washed out the tub, redrew the hot water, and tossed the sucker in. How could you forget you had nowhere to be?

Your were both pleased the bomb foamed with suds and sweet smelling glitz. A very patriotic, bubbly soak. Toshinori sat, flopped like a four legged creature on his back. His head was pillowed on your chest, and both ankles over the lip of your tub. He was wriggling and stretching his toes, rubbing his shins as if at any moment, he'd chirp like a cricket.

You gave him a taste of the rest of your intentions with gentle hands. There was nothing to wash from his skin, but you gathered suds and water for his chest. He decided a cat was the four legged beast of his choice, and purred while you pre-gamed a massage. You rubbed him like he was big and broad, even though he wasn't at the moment. He made no protests, only sounds of surprise and gratitude as you trailed strumming fingers lower beneath the curtain of the, now purple, water. Your husband was your favorite kind of...harp. A few plucks had him wound up tight, temporarily undoing your work and splashing water on the floor, before he was tempered and painting the surface of the water...just white that time.

He was a ragdoll in the tub while the water and purchased patriotism swirled down the drain. "C'mon, up you." You coaxed him on to wobbling, stilt legs, and had him sit on the edge while you took your time drying him off, and patting left over suds from his shaggy, blond head. He was gripping you loosely, big, lack hands eager to return such a favor. But, ah ah! Hands off! He could have you later if he wanted.

By the mid evening, you traded the tub for returning to your bed. On his back again, he stammered through propositions while you worked out the rest of his kinks and knots, with candles and oil.

I could do this for you? I could do that for you? What had he done to deserve such attention? He couldn't be selfish!

Picking up a particular kind of slack didn't seem like a romantic thing to say, so you pressed a finger to your lips instead. Nothing and everything, babe. You gave Toshinori his own reassuring smile, and really meant it with all sincerity. "I am here! For you!" To quote a certain someone.

... to make sure you know you're loved, when you're bad at loving yourself.

He laughed again, low and throaty from the lax of his orgasm. It was lovely to hear.

Your massage didn't miss a thing. No arm, no leg, no fingers or toes, were forgotten. By now, your Husband did not know how to move. The lethargy was spreading, till it affected even his eyelids. He couldn't hold them open, and even that perpetual, pensive crease in his brow was gone.

"Toshinori?"

He was asleep. And your job was done. You'd have to do this much, much more often.

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Summer Lovin’ Chapter 2

Pairing: Harry Holland x Original Female Character

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Mild Language, Slight Angst, Bit of Fluff

Summary: It's the gangs first full day of vacation! Toni makes her crush a bit more awkward, unbeknownst to Harry who she thinks is completely oblivious to her feelings... Until she gets hit on by a tall stud at a surf shop. What will happen when they get alone together? A/N: This chapter kind of sucks to be honest. More of a filler and to slowly get the ball rolling between the two. Hope you enjoy it!

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The feeling of cool water caressing my skin made the perfect contrast to the warm night air. The hands wound in my hair made it ten times hotter. Said hands twisted my hair around their fist, pulling my head back for better access. Soft sighs fell from my mouth as a soft pair of lips traveled from my chin to my collar bone. Oh, those lips are so heavenly. Strong hands shoved my body up against the edge of the pool, a leg pressing between mine.

I ran my hands down the chest in front of me, the muscles under the soft skin tensing with each movement. Leaning forward, I suckle the skin right below their Adam's apple, causing soft grunts to slip past the lips near my ear. Suddenly arms are wrapped around my thighs, lifting them to wrap around a sturdy waist. My hands cup a lovely face as lips crash together in a desperate, urgent pace. Tongues dancing as moans spill from our mouths, my hands reaching to tangle in messy curls… Wait, curls?

I woke with an audible gasp, eyes wide in shock. My mind had to betray me like that. I couldn’t believe I almost had a wet dream about my best friend. That doesn’t count as a wet dream, right? “Oh, to hell with you Holland,” I cursed.

Grumbling to myself I throw the blanket off my body and sluggishly pull my body out of bed. Looking around the room, I spot Zendaya wrapped up in her pink blankets, soft little snores coming from her mouth. Giggling to myself, I make my way to the door, being as quiet as possible. As I step out of the room, I can hear a shower going down the hall and voices downstairs. Naturally, the boys would be up. They have a bad habit of waking early during our vacations. Losers, I thought to myself.

At the bottom of the steps, I come face to face with three shirtless English men. Harry is trying to get the coffee maker working while Tom and Haz set out plates and silverware. The smell of something burning draws my attention to the stove where hash browns have obviously been cooking for too long.

“As much as I appreciate the thoughtful, generous gesture of you three cooking breakfast, please make sure it is edible and no fires are started,” I giggle, flipping the hash browns with a nearby spatula.

Haz gave me a quick side hug and steps to my side, charming smile lighting up his face. “We thought you’d like charred potatoes for breakfast. Our apologies.” I batted him away and look around the kitchen to see if anything else needed my attention. I could feel eyes on me and turned to see Harry eyeing his brother’s stolen tee on me. Noticing me looking, he quickly turns away.

“Need help with the coffee, Harry?”

He laughs scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’d be great, thanks.” I smile at him, moving to inspect the coffee machine. I can’t contain the belly shaking laugh as I look back at him.

“Harry! This thing isn’t even plugged in. How did you miss that?” I laugh. The taller man lets out a groan, head dropping into his hands. The sound of his brother laughing rings through the lower level of the house. “Don’t worry. I do stupid shit like this all the time.” I tried reassuring him.

After plugging the machine in and successfully turning it on, I pat his shoulder and give his cheek a small peck, not even thinking about it. I busy myself by turning my attention back to the food on the stove, helping the boys finish cooking.

By the time I was able to salvage the sad excuse that is breakfast, the group had made their way to the dining room and were chattering about our plans for the next few days. Setting the food down, I take my seat as everyone starts serving themselves and munching away happily.

“So, what’s the plan today?” Zendaya questions groggily.

Jacob shrugs and takes a bite of toast. “How about we walk around town. Maybe scout out some places to hit later?” She moves her head side to side, thinking it through, munching on some fruit.

“I was thinking of taking a hike sometime today,” Harry mentions. My ears perk up at this.

“Now that sounds fun. I hear there’s a beautiful trail not too far off the beach. Gives an amazing view of the town. I’m sure it’s perfect for pictures,” I tease. At that, his brown eyes lit up.

“So, we can sightsee, and after lunch go on a hike?” Z offers. The group agrees, Harry and I share a warm smile. I watched his lips as they move, mouthing a thank you. A shy nod brings our wordless communication to an end.

We spent the morning hours walking through the closest part of town. Some people stopped to take photos with or just to say hey, but most people either didn’t notice or just didn’t want to bother. The ball cap on Tom’s head did nothing to hide his identity, but I suppose it was more comfort than anything else.

Walking the street arm in arm with Zendaya, the boys following closely behind, we took in the many sights and smells. Our first stop of the morning was an ice cream shop, chosen by Tom. Homemade ice cream at eleven in the morning was the perfect companion as we made our way past various other stores. We had passed by cute storefronts selling handmade goods, a candy shop, even a local art gallery that we ended up checking out.

About two hours into our walk, Jacob wanted to stop at a surf shop. While Jacob and Harrison were chatting with the store owners, the rest of us were walking around looking at what they had to offer. At the back of the store was a beautiful display of hand-painted surfboards. A beautiful teal, floral one caught my eye and I brushed my hand over it, smiling. My gaze shifted towards Zendaya who was browsing through hoodies with the town stamped all over.

“Think they offer lessons?” I wondered aloud.

“If they do, we should totally do it!” Her face lit up like a kid’s. I laughed and made my way over to her. While the boys continued talking, we killed time by browsing through their clothes and trying on sunglasses.

“I noticed you were checking out the boards back there.” I just about jumped out of my skin as the voice appeared behind me. I turned around to be met with a tall guy, noticeably a few years younger than me. He was smiling down at me, green eyes shining.

“Uh yeah. They’re really cool,” I hesitantly said. I force a small smile on my face, looking up at him.

“I’m Braeden by the way. My dad owns the shop.” He stuck his hand out for me to shake, gripping mine tightly. “You’re Toni Thompson, right? I’m a big fan of yours.”

“Yeah, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you.” I let go of his hand, which was gripping mine a little too tightly at this point, and awkwardly look around for my friends. Z spots me, noticing the man behind me, and gives me a weird look. I shake my head, turning my attention back to the tall boy.

“If you’re around town a little longer maybe I could take you out on one of those boards. Teach you how to surf? Or maybe we could hang out, get something to eat?” He was looking at me in an ‘I could eat you right up’ kind of way and it was making me uncomfortable. His height added to the unease. Suddenly, learning how to surf was low on the list of things to do.

“You’re very sweet Brad,”

“It’s actually Braeden,” he corrected me.

“Right, sorry about that. You’re sweet and it was nice to meet you. I always love meeting fans. But, I’m here to enjoy time with my friends.”

Braeden scratches the back of his neck, looking at the floor awkwardly. Before he can say anything, I apologize again and make my way back to the group. As soon as I step away from him, I take a deep breath and close my eyes, shaking off the nerves. Being an actress meant being around strangers, but I don’t do well when they pop out of nowhere. I especially didn’t do well when they would hit on me or look me up and down the way Braeden did.

As soon as I got to the group, Z threw her arm around my shoulders, rubbing her hand on my left arm. “You guys ready to get out of here?”

“Yep, let's go,” Harry answers quickly. I wasn’t expecting to hear a cold tone to his answer and it made me take a small step back. Without looking at me, he steps outside and out of view. Tom made a comment about Harry being grouchy because he was hungry and shared a laugh with the other guys.

Once we had gotten back to the house, everyone’s energy levels seemed to drop. After the light exercise from walking in the heat and our full stomachs from lunch, people just wanted to relax. Jacob threw himself on the couch, conking out almost immediately while Haz and Z made their way to the back porch. Tom grabs a couple of bottles of water from the fridge, tossing one to me and one to Harry before we join the duo outside.

“So, am I going on the hike solo?” Harry questions our little group. He looks around everyone shrugging.

Z kicks her legs up on the table in front of us and takes a swig of the water she stole from my hands. “I’m going to take a long ass bath and then read a book out here. Got to take advantage of this gorgeous view and breeze,” She says, stretching her arms above her head and shaking her hair out. I giggle at her actions and steal my water back from her.

“Sorry, bro. Tom and I spotted an arcade earlier and really wanted to go check it out. Maybe another time, yeah?” Haz looks at Harry apologetically.

Harry smiles at the boys, sending a reassuring smile their way. I tap my finger against his shoulder a few times, trying to get his attention. He looks at me with one eyebrow arched, brown eyes staring me down. I pull my hair behind my ears and look down, suddenly very shy. “I’ll go with you if you’d like,” I offer.

When I look back up, Harry is smiling at me and nodding slowly. “Sure. Let me go grab something from upstairs and then we can head out.” Z winked at me and shot me a thumbs up. I laughed and shot her the bird before making my way through the house to wait for Harry.

Everything I had read online about the trail was right. The hike wasn’t too bad, and it was so beautiful, even with the fresh grey clouds dulling the blue sky. There was a breeze that was blowing my hair around and making Harry's curls fly about his face. The breeze felt wonderful with the California heat beating on us.

For the majority of our hike, Harry was silent. He’d stop and take photos of the scenery around us, clicking his tongue at the ones that weren’t the greatest. His look of concentration was probably the cutest thing ever. My heart ached each time he’d smile. It felt weird being alone with him, my mind kept wandering to my dream.

“Hey, can you help me with this shot?”

I blinked my eyes and looked over at him. He was looking at me expectantly, one brow arched and a grin on his face. “Uh, yeah, what do you need me to do?”

“Just lift your arm up and space your fingers a bit like this,” he demonstrated with his own hand. When he was pleased with the way my pose looked, he stepped back a few feet, camera up to his face.

The realization hit me now. He was trying to make it look like I was holding the sun between my fingers. I smiled at the thought and shook my head. I let my eyes close, focusing on the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below us. A deep breath in and the salty smell of the water enveloped my senses. This is so peaceful, I don’t think I ever want to leave.

The breeze was picking up, blowing my hair around my face. The strands of hair tickled my cheeks with each movement causing a smile to form on my face. Through the silence between us, I could hear the shutter from his camera stop briefly.

“Ya know, I expect photo cred for this if you post it. Its hard work being a hand model,” I joked.

Harry let out a hearty laugh, almost dropping his camera. I put my arm down, smiling at the young man in front of me. “Don’t worry, photo cred is all yours,” he managed to breathe out.

As I unlocked the door to our temporary home, Harry picked up the bag I placed on the ground. On our way back to the house we had stopped at a little market in search of food for dinner. We had spent so much time on our hike that it was nearing dinner time by the time we were finished. Feeling bad for the friends we left behind, we decided to make up for it by cooking for them.

I watched as Harry placed our bags on the counter, and pulled out some dishes, helping him prepare for dinner. Taking a step into the living room, I notice its quiet and not a person is in sight.

“We’re back losers,” I yelled. I walked back into the kitchen, grabbing some veggies from the bags and proceeding to wash them. The sound of bare feet pounding on the wood floor echoed through the house and a moment later Haz and Z ran into the kitchen. I looked up from the counter and smiled at them. “Where’s the other dork? He didn’t get lost, did he?” Z laughed at that until Haz nudged her with his elbow, effectively shutting the taller girl up.

“Hey Harry, your brother is outside talking to your mom. You should go say hi,” Z suggested. I looked at her weirdly and then looked over to Harry.

“Can you take care of the food? I’ll help you when I get back in,” he apologizes. I nod, giving him a little smile. Harry rubs my shoulder before heading outside as I turn back to the groceries we brought home. The entire time I could feel their eyes watching me.

“If you have something to say, then say it,” I sighed. From the corner of my eye, I see Haz take his phone out of his pocket and fiddle with it. “What are you doing, dude?” He slides his phone to me and shares a look with Zendaya.

“I didn’t know he thinks of you like a gorgeous view,” Haz teases.

I looked down at the phone in front of me. My face was lit up in a photo shared by Harry’s Instagram account. My hair was blowing in the wind behind me with rays of sun peaking through. My eyes were closed, and my nose was crinkled up due to the huge smile on my face. It was clearly taken when I was posing for him. Sure enough, he captioned it ‘Gorgeous Views’ with a cute little sun emoji. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest.

“Mom says hi, Toni!” The voice of Harry’s accompanied by Tom and Jacob startled the three of us in the kitchen. Harrison grabbed his phone from my hands and shoved it in his pocket. We probably looked like a bunch of kids who just got in trouble, as we shuffled around the kitchen.

Leaning into Haz, I whisper threatening in his ear. “We’re discussing what you know and how you know it later on.” Straightening up and putting a smile on my face, I clap my hands together. “All right let’s get cooking.” My mind was now racing a million miles an hour. Thoughts of Harry possibly feeling anything for me suddenly invading my thoughts. Could this crush be a mutual pining? Dear Lord, kill me now.

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