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ssahotchnerr · 3 months

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Hello! Can i request Dad!Aaron going shopping with his baby daughter at Disneyworld, pretty please? And like she keep running around to see everything so he has to pick her up? Please. Thank you!!!! 🫂💗

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aaron and disney two of my fav things <3 cw; girl dad!aaron, fem!reader, fluff

the second the parade ended and aaron had set the littlest hotchner down onto the sidewalk, did she run into the nearest merchandise shop located directly behind.

you and aaron exchanged a quick look - a slightly alarmed, a slightly amused, and a slightly tired one. the two of you were struggling to keep with with the kids a tad, who's energy hadn't yet to falter, surprisingly. you all have been up since six to enter the park right at rope drop - no nap, minimal breaks throughout the day. it's been the most special, happy one, but an exhausted, heat-related meltdown was a guarantee at some point, the two of you were sure.

while you continued your action of helping jack reapply some sunscreen, the heat of the day blaring down harshly onto main street, aaron trekked after your daughter.

"you know better than to run off, sweetheart." aaron lectured gently as he caught up, thanking the stars above he did happen to be looking as she did. given, he had been keeping a close eye on her all day with the large, ever-growing crowd. keeping her in the stroller helped, you and aaron took turns carrying her from time to time, but you could never be too careful.

"look!" her little voice squeaked out excitedly, the brightest of smiles on her face as she gazed up at him. she pointed, her feet lifting in the tiniest of jumps. "minnie ears! can i pleaseee get one daddy?"

how could he possibly say no to her? and, when in disney world...

"okay." aaron grinned, already fond of the family pictures that were soon to come, "but, only if you pick out a pair for jack and mom too."

"and you!" she nodded frantically, already busying herself by pulling ears off the rack. "i want pink. and mommy likes princess belle, so we can get her the yellow ones. jackers..." she paused, her tiny eyebrows furrowing as she thought - looking like an exact replica of her father. "these! just plain black. i don't think he wants princess."

"i think you're right."

"what kind do you want?" her bright brown eyes found his, struggling a bit to hold onto the three pairs of ears in her small hands.

"how about..." aaron thought quickly, not too keen on wearing ears, per se. "would a baseball hat work? with a mickey on it?"

"okay." she agreed, a look of satisfaction forming on her face as she repeated after him, leading him to the hats. "with a mickey on it."

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thelostmagicians · 10 months

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Unlucky | Lip Gallagher

Summary: Lip Gallagher has a shitty life, but he still has a chance of a happy future with you. [2.4k]

Fluff, comfort, slight angst, insecure Lip

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Lip Gallagher has always considered himself unlucky for as long as he could remember. If you asked him to describe his life in three words he’d use shitty, shitty, and extremely shitty.

He was dealt a crappy hand since the beginning not standing a fighting chance even as a kid.

There was always so much crap to deal with, whether it was bills that needed to be paid, kids that need to be taken care of, or anything dealing with Frank and Monica, sometimes he felt as if the weight of the world was resting on his chest and the only breath he’d be able to take peacefully would be his final one. He’s grateful for all the help he has because everyone pulls their weight as much as they can, but sometimes he just wishes life was just a little bit kinder to him. He wishes that he was able to do something with his high IQ, make something of himself and finally get out of this hell hole, but that didn’t roll over so well. But just as he was slowly losing hope the universe finally took pity on him and gave him you, so now he’s hanging onto you with everything he’s got.

It’s quiet in the Gallagher household when Lip shuffles out of bed. He can’t remember the last time he was able to sleep past 7am, so when he wakes up to birds chirping at 9am instead of the usual yelling and chaos, he’s surprised and even a little scared. He makes his way towards the bathroom getting ready to fight whoever is next in line, but finds it empty and even clean. He’s shuffling around, looking through doors to find a sense of life in his otherwise loud home when he hears a squeal from the backyard. He doesn’t think twice before grabbing a nearby bat and hurtling through the backdoor towards the pool, but he stops once he sees the atmosphere is anything, but fearful. Frannie is being tossed back and forth between Carl and Mickey in the pool, Fiona and Ian are chasing Liam with the garden hose and Debbie is bringing in watered down lemonade from the kitchen.

He has no idea what caused this change of pace, but he isn’t mad about it. Just as he’s about to make himself known, he feels a soft touch caressing his back.

“Hey baby,” you whisper, brushing your lips against his neck.

He turns his head at your sweet voice finally fully awakening his sleepy trance. Lip tugs you towards him by the belt loops of your, too short, cut off shorts and breathes into your neck. Hands slowly creeping down towards your ass to grab and pet, not socially acceptable in front of family, but he couldn’t care less.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he rasps into the valley of your chest, slightly picking you up to hug you closer. “What’s going on out here?”

“Thought everyone could use a day off especially in this heat, so Debs and I planned a pool party. Wanna join me?”

He pulls back on slightly to finally get a look at your face, your eyes are kind and happy followed by a mischievous smile.

“Sure, let me get my trunks on and I’ll be down soon.” You reward him with a soft peck on his chapped lips and an arm squeeze before moving out of his hold and grabbing some leftover toast.

The day goes by without a hitch. Everyone enjoys the much deserved break filled with laughter, junk food, and only a few fights. You’re nearly on top of Lip as you cuddle as close as you can basking in the happiness before you get ready to go out. There are only a handful of days that you and Lip both get off at the same time, so any day given is taken as a golden opportunity to spend some time together, leaving your worries at home. You plant a small peck to Lip’s cheek before untangling yourself from his hold as he answers the ringing phone.

You don’t hear much of the conversation, just faint hmms of acknowledgement as you're flying past rooms trying to get ready as fast as you can. You’re struggling with your heels as Lip comes over and steadies you, your smile meeting with his frown.

“Sweetheart, they called me in to cover someone else’s shift and you know I hate to do this, but they’re offering me time and half..” he trails off.

A quick look of disappointment flashes on your face, before you cover it up with a reassuring look. You’re disappointed, sure, but not at Lip. Never at Lip. Just the shitty circumstances that forces the both of you to work as much as you can just to make ends meet.

“It’s okay, I get it. We can always reschedule, don’t worry about it.” You pull him in and hold on to his waist hoping to ease his guilt, but your efforts go to waste as his eyebrows stay furrowed and his frown deepens.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear it,” Lip murmurs against your lips before squeezing your arm and letting you go.

You watch him leave, slowly pulling off your heels and plopping yourself on the old couch, sighing already missing Lip. Your eyes shift trying to think of things to do now that your night opened up, but your mind keeps drifting back to Lip. You had eaten dinner earlier with everyone, skipping out on dessert and opting to get your fill when you go out, but now that plans have changed you were now missing both your boyfriend and something sweet to nibble on.

You quickly change out of your clothes and put on a pair of old shorts before deciding to make a batch of brownies. Lip works hard and if you guys couldn’t go out for dessert tonight, then you were going to bring dessert to him.

He’s halfway through his shift when he spots you coming in, hands holding a tupperware to your chest.

“Honey, what are you doing down here,” he shouts from across the room.

“Wanted to spend some time with you before I leave for my shift. I made some brownies since we missed dessert, care to join me?” you plead hopefully.

Lip’s heart aches with love and a lot of guilt. He can’t believe you would go through all that trouble just to see him. He calls out to say he’s taking his break before leading you to a secluded corner.

“I’m really sorry about today,” he hugs you from behind swaying back and forth, mouth opening occasionally as you feed him a chunk of the sweet treat.

You squeeze his wrist in response, “s’lright you can’t help it. I just like spending time with you.”

He smiles softly for the first time that night, stress immediately leaving his body. “Though, I love that you did all this for me, I don’t love the idea that you were walking alone this late at night.”

“Guess I’ll have to keep you company until you can walk me home then,” you compromise.

Lip’s shift goes by somewhat fast now that you’re here to keep him company. He’ll leave his station sporadically to check up on you and to keep you from falling asleep. He’s in the final stretch now, only 30 more minutes before you get to go home and fall asleep holding each other, after a long day. He looks over hoping to catch your eye and send you a smile when he feels his face slowly morphing into a glare. A glare aimed at the guy standing way too close to you, a guy whose intentions go beyond a friendly conversation, and a guy who on paper was everything you deserved, but Lip couldn’t be.

You finally glance at Lip sending a small wave and smile as you keep nodding along to the fucker next to you. He had fluffy brown hair and honestly looked quite plain if it wasn’t for the gleaming rolex on his wrist and the shiny Gucci emblem on his belt. He was a rich kid, probably from the nearby university, wasting away mommy and daddy’s money, chatting up pretty girls and sweeping them off their feet with his money. Lip’s never felt insecure about your relationship, you never gave him a reason too, but once he compares his ratty jeans and stained shirt to the pristine polo of Richie Rich he can’t help but wonder if he’s good enough for you when you can do so much better.

Lip was struggling. He never learned how to tie a tie before and now that the time has come, he’s racking his brain trying to get the knot perfect. He knew you couldn’t care less about a stupid tie, you were anything but superficial, but since that dreaded night when he witnessed you being chatted up by Richie Rich, Lip’s come to the conclusion that he was going to try his hardest to give you the perfect life.

When Lip proposed going up to the north side for dinner, you were shocked. You’ve been there a few times mostly on walks or running errands, but you’ve never been there to spend actual money considering neither of you could afford it. The most you and Lip would do is windowshop and daydream about the things you would buy if you had the money, before being chased off by the glaring sales people.

He picks you up at your door, pecking your cheek softly and telling you how beautiful you look. He takes your hand and leads you to the borrowed car before pulling out an expensive bouquet from the backseat. Your hands flatter as you mutter a quiet thanks. You’re a little confused at the grand gesture since Lip’s never gotten you flowers before, at least not without reason. He’s gotten you flowers exactly four times since he’s known you: the first on your first date, the second for your graduation, and the last two times for your anniversary. And all those times the flowers were below 5 bucks, something he picked up from the corner store. But the bouquet he gave you now had to be worth at least a day’s salary, you and Lip had a mutual understanding since the start that since money was scarce you wouldn’t spend it on materialistic things for each other, but lately it seems like he forgot that promise. He’s been taking you out to eat nearly everyday, always putting money down and never letting you pay, surprising you with little gifts, but worst of all he’s been running himself haggard, taking up as many shifts as he possibly could.

He notices your quiet demeanor as he starts driving, “You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, I just…” you hesitate, not wanting to offend him. “I’m grateful for all of this Lip, really I am, I love everything you’ve gotten me, but I’m confused about where you’re getting all the money from and why you’re doing all this in the first place.”

Lip tightens his grip on the wheel, “Isn’t this what you want? Isn’t this what all girls want?” Lip scoffs the memory of Richie Rich slowly coming into picture.

“I don’t understand what changed, everything was fine before, why are you spending money you don’t have? You don’t think I know that you’re working yourself to death trying to afford this shit?” Your voice raises in annoyance.

“Yeah, well that’s my problem, it’s none of your concern how I get all this as long as you get it.”

“It is when you’re burning money on materials that won’t even last the year instead of investing in our future.”

Lip pulls to stop as the words leave your mouth. “Our future?” He asks.

You lick your lips, trying to think of a way to backtrack but his eyes plead with you to tell the truth. “Yeah, our future. You know when we eventually move out, get a place of our own and have a kid or two?”

Lip smiles at the thought, “You want all that with me?”

You nod incredulously, “What did you think this was you idiot? That we were just playing boyfriend/girlfriend? Look I appreciate all these gestures, but the way I see it you’re burning 50 bucks on flowers that are gonna wither in a week instead of spending that money on something like our future house.”

Lip cups your chin in endearment before pulling you in for a quick kiss. “I’m sorry, I let everything get away from me.” He huffs in frustration before letting your chin go and clenching his fists. “It’s just when you visited me at work a few weeks back you were talking to this guy. This very rich guy who… I don’t know… I know you aren’t like that, but I couldn’t help but think this is all I’ll be able to offer you, at least right now. I will never be able to whisk you away on a private jet or buy diamonds just cause.”

You giggle as you hold his face in your soft hands, his head tilting to lean into your palm. “Lip Gallager, for someone with an insanely high IQ, you are so incredibly stupid, ” He huffs out a laugh in embarrassment as you continue, “That guy, that fool was annoying as fuck. I was just trying to get him off my back. And not to mention incredibly fucking stupid. Everything that was coming out of his mouth made me cringe and thank the stars that you’re nothing like him.”

He kisses your palm before pulling you into another kiss. “Can we skip the fancy restaurant now?” you ask as he presses kisses to your pouty lips.

“Where do you wanna go instead?”

“Family dinner, and then out for ice cream?” you suggest. He nods before putting the car back in drive.

Lip Gallagher was all sorts of fucked up. But somehow in his fucked up life, he managed to find you, his light at the end of a dark, narrow, and gloomy tunnel and he thinks, maybe, he isn’t so unlucky after all.

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neonovember · 11 months

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dating carmen

a carmen berzatto headcanon for all of us feening for season 2

i must admit I was bored at the start of bear and than the next few minutes I was immediately hooked! carmen is such a unique character with so many layers I’d love to uncover as the seasons progress, but for now these are all coming from the depths of my mind :)

I’ve consumed about all the bear content tumblr has to offer so it’s only right I add to the shallow pool, even though this was pure self indulgence

carmy x reader inserts below!

we all know that Carmen has little to no experience with relationship, so the beginning of yours does not come without challenges. It’s hard for him, he barely registers his own emotions much anyone else’s, but in a way he has this subconscious itch in his mind to constantly know if your okay, to ask about your day, it becomes second nature with you.

Carmen refuses to call you by your actual name, often replacing it with honey, baby girl, sweetheart and with the way that accent glides over those words like honey you can’t bring yourself to protest

Carmen has never really thought of having kids, building a family or being tied to someone forever but sometimes, when he sees you fluttering around the apartment you both share, or giggling with richie's daughter he can’t help but imagine building something like that with you, some time. he doesn't doubt that if he did every have children, you would be the mother of his kids. he has visions of it, dreams where you have a gorgeous girl he would hold close or a mini mickey running around, he has to forget it though, he’s just not ready.

Carmen barely ever eats, despite being a chef, most of the things he consumes is easily accessible and in turn flavourless and unsatisfying. but after you come into his life, you practically force him to eat every time you see him, until carmen begins to eat whenever you're near. You can’t lie, it heals something in you

let’s also talk about the totally canon time where you were up late writing one night and carmen had just come back from the beef, tiptoeing through the corridor to not wake you up until he sees you sprawled out on the couch. there’s this tension that leaves his soldiers and he wastes no time taking his shoes off and sliding under the blankets, burying his tired body into yours, grease stained shirt and all but you don’t mind. you’d scratch and brush back his hair and he’d groan in bliss, closing his eyes before you would ask him that fateful question. carmen feels guilty every time he replies with the same 2 letter word, but every time you tell him that it’s part of being his. he couldn’t lie when he felt his jeans tighten at that sentence.

continuing onto that vision, despite your amateur cooking skills, you whip up something quick for Carmen that is actual sustenance and Carmen has to force his eyes open to watch you as you cook, completely and forever enraptured by you. and this man is crazy with his eye contact so imagine it with someone he loves. it’s inSANE

feeding carmen when he’s back from the beef and is too tired to lift a hand. he’s just murmuring ‘I love yous’ repeatedly between bites and you can’t help but giggle. he’s so delirious from lack of sleep all he can form are words that have been written into his tongue like muscle memory

as we see carmen, dealing with his anxiety and unresolved trauma is often terrorised by night terror and ptsd, and that kind of causes him to have this fear of you finding out somehow, whether that be by staying over or him falling asleep next to you, it all comes to a head one night when exactly that happens, and when carmen realise you haven’t stared at him in judgement or left with the door wide open it’s like everything changes. he’s finally found someone that accepts him fully, with all his jagged ends and sharp corners and he is gone at that moment. he is totally and completely head over heels in love with you.

after that revelation you are spending most nights over at his apartment, and whilst the nightmares are still there, as they might always be, there is a relief when he wakes up and feels the beat of your body rubbing circles gently across his back

the progression of your relationship with carmen happens a bit like falling asleep, slow at first and then all at once. it doesn’t take long for Carmen to confess his love to you, in that awkward yet charming way of his, and it takes even shorter after that for you to move in with him

speaking of, carmen probably fell in love with you the second he saw you, that glow that shone in a place that wasn’t the beefs kitchen, he just couldn’t quite actualise or express his feelings

he’s probably hear Tina or Ebra teasing you about a guy they had seen you with, which was no one but your cousin, and carmen would feel this burn across his chest that sinks his stomach, and then we would just know. you would be noticing the change in his demeanour at the mention of a guy connected to you, he’ll the whole kitchen did, especially when Tina would give you a look when he chastised everyone to ‘get back to work because this place isn’t gonna run itself’

I heard someone post about washing carmen’s hair and just- yes. he’s too exhausted to even eat so washing carmen’s hair would be a frequent thing. you’d always have to do it at night though because carmen would sneak a hand around your waist and hoist you up and then proceed to fuck you against the tile walls. You couldn’t be late, he couldn’t be late. For the 100th time.

carmen is touch starved, and that makes him so incredibly needy, you don’t mind however, because you're as touch starved as him. there are times where he comes home and just reaches for you, mumbling incoherent words before just grabbing your hips and making you straddle him on the living room coach. he’s so sensitive and blissed out then, even the slightest thrust of your closed core against his tight jeans leaves him whimpering

oh yeah carmen whimpers, I mean are you kidding? Look at that man

carmen, despite not having many relationships under his belt, is ridiculously, I mean concerningly good at eating your pussy. this man will spend hours, edging you, nibbling on your inner thighs, licking and sucking before thirsting a finger and tongue into you with no warning. he knows every single inch of your body, he’s got it memorised, he dreams about it in the office, on his smoke breaks, in the kitchen, hell especially in the kitchen. getting hard all over again when he remembers the sweet taste of you on his tongue, and how you fell apart with his name on yours.

you think carmen is needy during sex? he’s a whole other thing after, this man will keep his cock buried in you long after your highs, until it gets soft and uncomfortable, and even then he needs you close to him, holding you tight against his chest or having you rest your cheek on his collarbone

bear hugs. lots and lots of bear guys. there's something about carmen’s arms that just make you feel so soft and warm wrapped up in them

carmen really likes how you smell, its almost primal (ehm anthtony bridgerton) he loves washing his body with you scented body wash, even if cousin would tease the fuck out of him for smelling like strawberries, carmen just shakes his head and smiles at the reminder that he is completely and utterly yours.

carmen isn't that rambunctious with his displays of affection, it's subtle, like making you coffee before he leaves or getting down to tie your shoes for you, but it's genuine. it's unique to him, it’s carmen. he'd probably design a dish based on you without realising how goddamn romantic that is. i imagine him calling you to the kitchen and getting you to try something, little scribbled notes written on paper and a little notebook with written and rewritten recipes and you'd ask what it is and he'd reply with "you" and then idk he’d maybe ask you to marry him

carmy would be an absolutely emotional mess on your wedding day, it's partly because he didn't think he'd have a life that included one, and partly because couldn't wrap his head around you actually saying yes. He’s crying when you both wake up on that morning, hes crying when you both sneak away to see each other before the altar, he's crying when he sees you walking down, you've got a box of tissues attached to your dress for him

carmen is a perfectionist, he has this insatiable need to make things beyond perfect, his work is his passion and that need seeps into most of life. however, a lot of the times things in your relationship don’t go right, and it’s mostly why he has never really given his all to one, he’s scared he’ll fuck it up and once that happens you cant start again, you can’t redo the recipe with a new batch. But carmen, slowly, very slowly, learns that things don't have to be perfect, they just have to be real.

You're carmen's unofficial official taste tester. One snowed in night, you and carm just stayed up all night, designing and tweaking recipes and new dishes for the bear, with carm mostly doing the designing and you being his very scrutinising critic

carmy loved whatever you called him, i think he kind of froze the first time you called his name, but he especially loves it when you call him by his full name. everyone else kinda has the same nickname for him but he loves that you call him by something only you do, because he will always call for you

And oh my god if you call him ‘husband’ after you get married? It does something unholy to him

carmen is constantly searching for you, he gets anxious when you aren't around or when your late, you are his best friend beyond his lover and the only person he can truly feel at ease with, the crew are his family as they are yours but there is so much that he bottles that he can only express to you during those nights under light of the moon and sweat covered sheets.

you take everything carmen gives, and there is so much that he does, but it was not always that easy, loving carmen was hard, it was frustrating and overwhelming and carmen is forever trying to give you the love he could not those first few months where he closed himself off to you

sometimes, your heart aches so much with the love you have for carmen, and carmen sometimes feels like he's wading through a current when he thinks of you, he just wants to give into the rush of love and adoration that overwhelms him. its personified in every vessel of his life, he's got polaroids of you stuck to his car mirror, in his wallet, he's got your necklace around his neck and drinks from your mug, you ruined him for anyone else, and he can't imagine his life without you, your scent, your hair products and bring pink toothbrush all over it.

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bingusbongu · 2 months

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(Sorry I'm about to send like 4 requests /srs)

May. May I request some rottmnt Leon general dating hcs..

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A/N: HEY BESTIE,,,, dawg really sent me 8 requests,,,, oh well here is my take on Leolanadro dating hc!!!!!! Im tired,,, sorry if this is to short

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Leonardo Dating hcs♡

• he is a HUGE flirt. Even before you and him even began a relationship, he is finding the most wildest pick up lines that he can think of, and blurting them out without even thinking about it

• he would totally get hurt and when you rush to his aid he takes this chance to flirt

"Ow,,, ive hurt myself from falling,,,, for you ;)"

DAWG FELL FROM A BUILDING TO FLIRT WITH YOU WITH HIS BODY BROKEN

• does litterly EVERYTHING to get a blush or a giggle out of you it makes him look stupid (he already does)

•and when he actually manages??? His ego boosts, and he gets all proud of himself. The smugest smile ever

• NEVER uses your real name. He HAS to call you a nickname. From the moment you guys started dating, and even before he had a stupid nickname for you. And you just have to go along with it

• does litterly anything and EVERYTHING to try and impress you. Whether it just be chugging a whole can of soda without burping, he does it just to earn your praise. (He is also alittle insecure,,, make sure he knows how amazing he is ♡)

• he loves physical affection, atleast just holding your hand or tackling you into a hug to cuddle. But i also think he would use words of affirmation. Praising you on every little thing you do, even if you are just sitting there with him, he will just come up with a praise out of nowhere, and not even realize it.

• he also needs words of affirmation from you, make sure he is doing a good job and you love and appreciate him<3

• when he has to leave you or you have to leave, he wont let it happen without getting a kiss from you. Whether it just be a quick peck or a cheek kiss, he needs a kiss before he leaves. And has the biggest grin when he gets it

• speaking if which, when he is out with his brothers without you, he Conplains so much. Complsining about how he misses you and your kisses and your hand in his and the way you lean againts him-

• his brothers had to ducktape his mouth shut because of how much he was complaining about missing you.

• Donnie is getting so tired of here about you from Leo that he had to pull you aside and ask what you see in him. But alittle releaved since Leo goes to you to bother instead of him.

• Mickey thinks you guys are ADORABLE. Having Leo come home after a date and tell him EVERYTHING because he needs to know

• Raph is happy for him! He is just very worried that he is going to get distracted during a battle or something even worse and get himself hurt because he couldn't stop babbling about you

• when he is done with his day, he is immediately searching you our to find you, kiss you, lay ontop of you and tell you about his day and the recent battle. (Def twists the story to make him look like the only hero)

• you have to wear earplugs simetimes at night to drown out Leo from being up or making alot of noise in the middle of the night. Or, sometimes you stay up with him for as long as you can jusr to talk to him or comfort him. Thoigh, i also think he would love to hold you while you sleep. Even if he is awake, he'd like holding you close to him

• wakes you up super early because he is bored

• Dates are normal, going out to a different restaurant each week to try the food. And if there is pizza, Leo always orders that instead

• some of your dates though might be small, like him coming over to watch a show or movie with you

•you are one of his main priorities, alongside His Brothers, Dad, and April. So you bet your ass Leo would go out of his way to protect you and keep you safe. And you're his first concern when a battle is done. Has Donnie scan you just in case so many times.

• hold this poor baby PLEASE, he sp needs it

• he makes sure to drag you along with him everywhere he goes, he dosnt go anywhere without you unless its a battle. He needs to keep you safe and he intends to to so.

• brags about you all the time, mever shuts up about how amazing you are. Telling everyone how you woke up this morning

• HED BE SUCH A GENTLEMSN TOO URGGGG

• he is the type of guy to push you back in the car and close it just so he can open the door for you.

• when you enter the room he is automatically to your side and cracking up the worst pick up lines once again

• if you do actually manage to laugh at one of his jokes, he is already looking at rings to buy you

• if anyone tries to flirt with him, he will decline by going, "sorry, but im... taken." makes it so dramatic for no reason

• if you were to call him at any time and you could be halfway across the city and you need him, he is automatically up and out of the lair running to your destination to get to you he isnt slacking.

• LOVES the fact that you depend on him. Makes him so proud of himself, also gives him another bit of motivation to be a good leader!

• cant go a full day without seeing you at least once. He will show up to your home unannounced and break in. He's done it so many times that you just gave him a spare key.

• your home becomes his second hang out spot. If hes not at the lair, he is definitely hanging in your house and raiding your fridge for food

• his brothers dont question it, they know where hes at

• sends you random memes in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, LIKE???? leo honey, we need sleep

• gets so pouty when he has to leave you, but when he does he makes the most dramatic exits like jumping out of the window and shouting "WE SHALL MEET AGAIN, MY LOVE"

• He's so stupid, but we love stupid♡♡♡♡

#rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo #rise leo x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #gender neutral reader #gn reader #reader insert #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #THE SILLY BLU MAN #one done so far #rottmnt zone

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skxllz · 5 months

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Hey... i'm in desperate need of some more Ian and Mickey x reader.. ilysm btw

baby ily too, here you go <3

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“ why the fuck are you starin’ at me like that? ” mickey's voice rang out on the other end of the phone. the signal was icky, so the crinkling of static could be heard through the line.

your fingers pressed to your lips to hold back your laughter. “ I'm not staring at you like anything. ” you heard ian reply - it sounded as if he rolled his eyes, too, just by the tone of his voice.

these two drama kings were always fightin’. even in jail, the two just wouldn't stop. but i mean, I guess that's more than likely to happen since they're in each other's presence every second of the day.

“ yeah the fuck you are, ” mickey accused again, this time scoffing. “ you gonna’ come over here or what? y/n's on the phone. ”

“ no shit, sherlock. I heard ‘im. ”

“ do you want me to bust you in the mouth? ”

“ there will be no busting anyone in the mouth. ” you sighed, rolling your own eyes. that seemed to catch both of their attention, because you heard shuffling —and mickey and ian slightly bickering— before ian's voice met the phone.

“ hey, gorgeous. ” his breathy tone met your ear, causing you to instantly melt. mickey and ian both always had an effect on you, but the red head had ways of making you gush like no other.

“ hiiiii... ” you slowly, shyly replied; trying not to giggle like a school girl while you rolled onto your stomach. you were lying on your bed, legs bent and kicking in the air. “ how's it goin’, i’ ? ”

ian chuckled dryly — and you heard more shuffling, probably him moving the phone to his other ear, before he replied. “ shitty. the guard's here are a pain in m’ass. ”

“ you can say that again! ” the familiar brunette shouted. you heard a bang after that — sounded like something hit the bars of the cell.

furrowing your brows as you heard ian yell, worry clouded your brian. “ what was that? ”

a huff from ian could be heard after a moment of silence. “ fucking— my god, mickey kicked the cell bars to piss off our guard. damn asshole. ”

“ I'm not an asshole — you're an asshole! ”

“ will you two stop? ” you pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut in irritance. “ you're gonna’ get in trouble. ”

“ already ha— ” a scraping sound and more static cut ian off from finishing his sentence. skin on skin contact was hard, like a slap, and then mickey's voice rang out from the other line again.

“ I'm back. ” he sounded smug. ian could be heard muttering swear words. “ what, uh— ” you could only picture him biting his lip right about now. “ whaddya’ doing? ”

your brows raised in light amusement — releasing the hold you had on your nose, only to slide your fingers down your face and chuckle. “ nothin’. talkin’ to you two dummies. ”

“ I'm a dummy? ” mickey scoffed. “ you wouldn't be sayin’ that shit if I was there, sweet cheeks. ”

you bit your bottom lip, cheeks pinkening at the suggestive threat. “ uh huh, an’ why's that? ”

it was clear mickey was now wearing a shit eating grin by the way he responded. “ your mouth would be too full swallowin’ my cock. ”

aaaaand you were red. curling your fingers closed, pressing them to your lips. it was hard not to squeal — but you were sure as hell curling your toes and kicking your legs excitedly. mickey preferred to bottom, as did you, but when he did top, it was beyond hot.

you were going to reply, but then you heard something over the intercom in the background. it was difficult to make out, the words sounded muffled — but by mickey groaning, you knew it wasn't good.

“ fuck.. ” he muttered.

“ what is it? ” you were concerned again; now worried that something had happened.

mickey sighed, passing the phone to ian. he now had a halfy — a growing erection to deal with, and couldn't speak to you since he was pissed, so he'd let ian deliver the news.

ian greeted you with a sigh, “ we gotta’ go, pumpkin. some stupid ass got us goin’ on a lockdown. probably an idiot that attacked a guard. ”

that made you frown. you had barely been on the phone with them for six minutes — you usually got fifteen. “ seriously? that fucking blows.. ”

a small laugh escaped ian. you could only imagine his pretty smile. “ I know, I know... ‘m sorry. we'll be home soon though, okay? ”

you huffed, “ yeah... okay. I just miss you. ”

“ we miss you, too... ” ian sighed. if anything, he was probably trying not to get too sappy over the phone. god only knows how emotional he can get with you. “ I love you, pretty boy. stay good for us, okay? ”

a smile lifted to your lips — hand sliding up your cheeks, only to lean on it and nod into your palm. “ I love you, too.. and I will. tell mick’ I love ‘im. ”

ian huffed a smile, “ I will. goodbye, y/n. ”

“ bye bye, i’. ”

#ask skullz #shameless #shameless x reader #ian gallagher x reader #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich x reader #mickey milkovich #shameless us

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deesblanketfort · 2 months

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Sick and regressed ☆´ˎ˗ ︶︶︶

Well, while I'm writting this I'm bedridden (likely with covid), and for some reason I really want to spend my sick days regressed and take something good out of it at least.

Getting comfy!

🧦: Pajamas time! Is there anything more regressor-coded than cozy printed pajamas, an animal kigurumi or onesie? I'd say no. And since I'm staying on bed, I'm surely wearing those all day long.

🛏️: Bed setup! When you're bedridden, a bed table ends up being really useful in case you want to do stuff that requires a flat surface. If you have one of those, lucky you! I, however had to improvise with a smooth wooden board standing on my lap, therefore any kind of long, resilient and flat surface can do the job just fine.

🧦: Blanket fort! Alternatively, if you're able to roam around your house or have someone to help, you can build a blanket fort over your bed or a comfy surface to stay in!

🛏️: Sick gear! Runny nose? Bring tissues. Got a fever? Make a cold damp towel for your forehead. Tummy aches or localized pain? Make a hot water compress. And make sure to keep track of the meds you're taking, of course.

🧦: Get your plushies! Since what I got is very contagious close contact with anyone is out of the table, but my stuffies are completely immune to sickness and ready to cuddle! (I'll have to wash them afterwards to disinfect them though)

Games and activities!

🎮: Viddy games! Either on computer, phone or a console (handheld preferred), videogames are perfectly stationary and don't require much movement from your part.

🖍️: Table games! Table games are also stationary and can be played right from your bed if you have a bed table, although most games need other people to play with you, your plushies can serve this purpose.

🎮: Play pretend! Playing pretend can be limited when you're bedridden, but there are some scenarios you're perfectly able to do! Such as pretending you're a shop owner and your stuffies are the clients, pretending your stuffies are your doctors/nurses taking care of you, or vice versa. Things like tea parties and pretend schools are still on the table!

🖍️: Arts and crafts! Being sick won't stop me from wanting to draw and color, since I can do it from my bed anyways! Aside from drawing and coloring, I might as well do some collage and paper craft, just might need help to clean up afterwards.

🎮: Cartoon time! No better opportunity to (re)watch your favorite cartoons than when you're sick, bedridden and bored, right? And since this brings me comfort, here are some cartoon episodes that center on being sick: Bumpy and the Wise Old Wolfhound (Bluey), Steve Gets The Sniffles (Blues Clues), Bear Flu (We Bare Bears), Doctor Daisy M.D (Mickey Mouse Clubhouse), Arthur's Chicken Pox (Arthur)

Snack time!

🍼: Hot drinks! Specially if you're with a cold or a sore throat in general, hot drinks such as hot cocoa and tea are perfect for warming up an icky throat.

🧁: Spices for a sore throat! Like mint, honey, ginger and lemon. I'm sure there's plentiful of drinks you can make using these!

🍼: Give preference to healthy snacks and meals! Like fruits and veggies, yogurt, noodles, soup or sandwiches. Bonus points if they're arranged in a fun shape (animal, plant, star, etc)!

🧁: Keep your appetite in check! It's pretty common to lose your appetite when sick, therefore I'd say it's ideal to keep your meals smaller (and sometimes eat more often) than usual.

Taking care of yourself!

🧸: Stay hydrated! Water is always good, and if you're sick you likely need it more than usual, drinking from sippy cups, baby bottles, straw cups or any kind of fun themed cup is usually more fun and encouraging than boring adult cups.

🧶: Keep your temperature in check as well! Besides from checking if you have a fever ever so often, it's also good to keep yourself warm with blankets and heating if your body feels cold, or alternatively, turning on fans and using lighter sheets instead of blankets if you're too hot.

🧸: Beware the germs! If you got a contagious disease (like me), make sure to properly wash and disinfect anything you bring to your mouth such as pacis, teethers, bottles and cutlery before and after using them. Plus, it's important to wear a mask or ask others to wear a mask when near you as well.

🧶: Resting is key! Some of these days I'm too tired to do anything above, and I'd rather just nap the whole day, and that's okay! Sometimes being sick means not being able to do anything at all and it's important to have your extended napping time to get better.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 5 months

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The more you know

Mickey Milkovich x Fem reader

Requested by: @chaosanxietysblog thank you for requesting!

Warnings: Smut! Knife play, degrading, swearing.

A/n: 18+ If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE! ANY RUDE COMMENTS AND YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!

Request: Mickey finds out Y/n has a knife kink, and she is a huge masochist

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Y/n was sitting on her couch when Mickey walked in without even knocking, no words were spoken as he went to the fridge and grabbed a beer, taking a swig.

"This beer tastes like watered down piss, you drink this shit?" He asked, sitting down next to her.

Y/n had all her attention on her sketchbook, she was doing a very detailed drawing of Mickey and her.

"What are you doing?" He asked. "lemme see that."

Mick slid it out of her hands and flapped it a couple of times before examining it.

"Damn, is that us?"

"Yeah."

He nodded, "It's really good, am I holding a knife?"

"You're actually brushing it against my face."

"Uh-huh..." He chuckled, "And what would've happened next, you know if it was real?"

Y/n blushed, she never told Mickey about her knife kink. Y/n was afraid he would think she was weird.

"Y-you, uhm..." She stuttered.

Mick smiled, standing up and pulling her to her feet.

"Let's see, I have you against the wall in that. Don't I?"

"Mhm."

Mickey raised his brows, slowly backing her up against the wall. A chill ran down Y/n's spine when she heard the click of his knife and the cool metal of it running up her thigh.

"You could've told me you were into this, baby." He whispered, pressing a kiss to her neck.

"i didn't know how you would react."

Mickey smiles, picking her up and throwing her onto the couch. He pushed up her dress, dragging the blade up her thigh and cut her panties. Mickey pulled them off and threw them over his shoulder, he began unbuckling his belt and working at his button.

"You should've told me about this, I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

Y/n watched with a sly look on her face, as Mick pulled his cock from his jeans and lined himself up. She gripped the back of his neck as he pushed in and began thrusting hard, immediately hitting her G-spot just right.

Y/n let out a low moan, her other hand grabbing at his bicep. Mick leaned closer, nibbling and sucking at her neck while playing with her clit.

"You like that?" He growled.

"Mm-hmm."

"Use your fuckin words."

"Y-Yes, feels s-so good."

Mickey smirked, holding her arms against the back of the couch. His thrusts were getting harder, he dragged the knife up her thigh causing a chill to run down her body.

"Fuck, you're so wet." He moaned, his thrusts getting sloppy. "You feel so good around me, baby."

"Im so c-close." Her voice sounded shaky.

"So am I...cum for me, baby."

Y/n's back arched as he teased her clit, the feeling of her orgasm wash over her and the heat of Mickeys coat her walls.

Both outta breath, Mick pulls her up off the couch and slaps her ass.

"Got any other kinks?"

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #smut #requested #mickey milkovich x you #mickey milkovich x fem reader #mickey milkovich x y/n #mickey milkovich x reader

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astaraels · 9 days

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so I know I'm in the no galladads side of the fandom but hear me out on this one—

so it's maybe five years after the end of the show, Ian and Mickey are still going with their security business, maybe they've even branched out and hired some extra help, making good money, swapped out the stolen ambulance for actual SUVs that Debbie has fixed up for them, and they've maybe even bought a house back on the South Side with a dog and a cat and they're close to all of Ian's siblings (Debbie and Carl and Liam all still live in the old Gallagher house, Lip and Tammi are a few blocks over)

and one day they're on a lunch break together, leaving some diner when some rando kid bumps into Ian, turns out it was a pickpocket, and Mickey takes off after the jerk who tried to steal from his husband (he may not be a South Side thug anymore but like hell is he gonna let that shit slide)

he knocks the pickpocket over and it's some kid, like thirteen or fourteen with bright pink streaks in her dark hair and fierce brown eyes, and Mickey is like wtf kid do you wanna die

and the kid is like oh fuck you, very much an angry kitten type because she's definitely a scrawny thing—by this time Ian's caught up to them and his bleeding heart is like look if you give me my wallet back I'll buy you lunch (Mickey complains that "we just ate, Gallagher" but Ian insists)

so they either go back to the diner or find some McDonald's and this kid practically inhales some burgers and fries, and both Mickey and Ian know the look of a kid on the streets, but she's giving off those vibes that say don't touch me don't talk to me don't fucking perceive me

but Ian probably sees something like Mickey, and Mandy, in this girl and we all know he wants to help people, so he asks her if she's okay or if she needs anything, and even though he can feel Mickey starting to grumble next to him Ian still offers her their couch to crash on after she mentions getting kicked out of a salvation army shelter because they found out she was trans

and after some very intense eye to eye communication between the husband Mickey's like okay yeah fine but if one thing is outta place in the house then we're gonna have words

and the girl—they find out her name is Starr, or something like that—is like wtf why are you people being nice (they understand the suspicion, obvs, they aren't stupid), and Ian's like uhhhh we're gay and we've gone through some shit of our own so maybe we just wanna help?? (although he does notice she relaxes a little bit when he tells her that they're gay)

so they drive back home and Starr is absolutely enamored by the gallapets (a beautiful fluffy black cat and a big pittie mix, both of these animals are Ian and Mickey's baby girls), while Ian fixes up the spare bedroom with fresh sheets—usually it's where Franny or Fred stay when they come for weekend visits

and at first Starr is like okay yeah I'll stay one night but then I gotta go, and somehow it ends up that one night turns into two, then Ian and Mickey come home one afternoon and the house looks amazing because Starr is like "yeah your place was a fucking mess so I figured I'd clean" because she's not a freeloader gdi

and before they know it she's been there for a few weeks and Ian's trying to help get her back in school, because one night they were sitting around and talking and she offhandedly said that she does kinda miss school but the last place she went they were assholes about her transition, and Mickey is like just do that homeschooling course thing that maybe Tammi talked about one of her bougie friends doing for their kids

and then it's been a month or two and they bring Starr to a Gallagher family get together—Debbie hosts the family at the house at least twice a month, but everyone's been super busy lately so it's been a while since the last family dinner—and Debs gives Starr a hug and is like "oh so you're the kid my brothers adopted" (she and Sandy worked things out btw and have been back together for a while now, they've even maybe talked about getting married)

and Starr is like oh no I'm just crashing for a bit but by this point Ian has already got her the homeschooling correspondence courses, and Mickey's taken her to find a doctor who can prescribe her HRT ("it was on our route anyway, fuck off, Gallagher") and their pets adore her—Ian jokes that their cat is the one who actually adopted Starr, they just went along with it

and basically I just love the idea of them taking care of a young queer girl, and being like the cool gay uncles, and yeah :')

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #maybe I'll put this on a to write list <3 #galladads #starr verse

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luveline · 2 years

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hi! if you are still doing baby blurbs could I request a baby blurb of reader dating Steve and randomly buying him a bouquet of flowers + his reaction? ♥️

this is so sweet I love when boys get flowers!! sorry its not really a baby

0.8k words fem!reader

The flowers at the greengrocers are beautiful. A wall of ice buckets to fight the summer heat filled with peonies and lilies, yellows and reds with purple centres and green spots over delicate petals. The smell is a refreshing floral wave that tickles your nose.

Your eyes catch on a bouquet of white lilies tipped in a beautiful pink-purple. Your first thought is, I wish Steve would get me flowers that pretty. It's not a strictly fair wish to have because Steve does get you pretty flowers. You stroke the edge of a perfect petal before taking the fragrant bouquet into your hands with a small smile.

You're very careful not to crush them on the bus to Steve's house. The small walk from the bus stop to his front door is full of second-guessing. What if this is super weird? What if he thinks you're being an idiot? Steve's too sweet on you to ever tell you, but it might be strange, right?

No, you decide firmly. It's just a gift.

You let yourself in like you usually do and leave your shoes next to his.

"Steve?" you call, paper crinkling under your hands.

"My baby!" he shouts back dramatically.

You can hear the thunk of his scramble out of bed and there he appears at the top of the stairs. He descends and his face slowly changes from a cheery grin to poorly contained jealousy.

"Who got you those?" he asks.

He looks hot when he's frustrated, brows pinched and eyes dark.

"What? Nobody. They're for you."

He moves down the last step heavily. He's sleep-rumpled but smells sharply of spearmint toothpaste. His face is damp, shining like frost.

You raise your hand to his cheek. "Did you just shower?"

"Washed my face. These are for me?" he asks.

"Yeah," you say with a forced nonchalance. You brush your thumb over his cheek and then drop your hand, pleased when his frustration quickly fades and is replaced by something milder.

You hold them out to him.

"Seriously," you say when he doesn't take them. "I got them for you at Mickey's. You… don't like them?"

"Are you kidding? They're beautiful."

Steve takes the flowers from you tentatively.

He clears his throat. You clear your own.

It's definitely weird. He thinks it's weird, you think.

You panic and turn away like you're gonna flee to the kitchen and he catches your arm before you can. He's not looking at you but the flowers in his hand.

"Nobody's ever got me flowers before."

"I figured."

"You don't think people give me flowers?" he asks, bemused.

"Not like that, Stevie."

He smooths his hand over your shoulder and squeezes the juncture of your neck. He has big hands. His fingers spread over your skin and feel all encompassing.

"Thank you, baby. I mean it."

Steve taps your chest with the flowers.

"You're welcome," you murmur.

This close he makes your heart race, hoping for a kiss or something similar. He delivers, pulling you towards his chest carefully, the flowers folded between you.

"Oh," you sigh in relief. "I was scared you didn't like them, for a second."

He chuckles easily and rubs the top of your back, pulling his face away to peer down at you. "I was scared! I thought some jock had made a move on you. I was fucking- I was like, shit, when was the last time I got her flowers?"

You laugh and lift your chin, giving him your most demure smile. "The week before last. Thursday. You got me orange carnations. 'To celebrate spring.'" You raise your eyebrows.

"It felt momentus."

"Momentus!" you repeat, twining your fingers behind his neck loosely. "Definitely."

He closes his eyes and leans his forehead to yours. You close your own. Slowly, so slowly, he rubs his nose against yours.

"Is this how you feel when you get them?" he asks.

"Depends. How does it feel?"

His lips touch yours just barely. "Like I'm the luckiest guy on earth."

"Yeah, it feels exactly like that," you say agreeably, stepping forward to kiss him properly, your smile achingly wide.

You've barely begun when he's pulling back.

"Watch it! You'll crush them," he says.

"Sorry," you say, half sincere as you allow him the space to hold his bouquet far from your embrace.

"Should be," he says.

He's deadpan serious as he hooks a finger through your belt loops and yanks you back into his grip.

You'll buy him a thousand bunches of flowers if it means you get to be kissed like this, a juxtaposition of rough and sweet, careful but undeniably wanting, his hand fierce at your waist and his hair soft between your fingers. You can't help giggling as he wades in, moving his head one way and then the other as he opens you up. A flower under his touch, blooming.

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things

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sailor-aviator · 7 months

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I have but a humble request, and that is mister Bob, anyway you’ll give him 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 (yuckosworld)

@yuckosworld ALWAYS. Prepare to gush. Also, gonna go ahead and tag @bobgasm in this for reasons.

You heard the sound of your apartment door open with a small thud followed by muffled laughter. Furrowing your brow, you wandered through the hall and into the living room.

"Bobby?" you call hesitantly. Another thud.

"We're in here, y/n!" Mickey calls. You hurried to the entry way, finding Mickey supporting your boyfriend with Bob's arm thrown over his shoulder so that he didn't fall onto the floor. You rushed over to them, taking Bob's other arm over your own shoulder, and helping guide him into the living room. You and Mickey managed to set him on the couch where his head flopped back, a grin plastered on his face. You turned your attention to Mickey, hands on your hips.

"What happened?" You demanded. Mickey let out a sigh and rubbed a hand over his face.

"Someone accidentally mixed the alcoholic beer with the non-alcoholic stuff. We didn't notice until, well," he trailed off, gesturing to your boyfriend who you now realized was absolutely plastered. You had insisted he go out with the guys that night for some much needed "guy time."

"Accidentally?" you questioned Mickey with a purse of your lips. Mickey shrugged with another defeated sigh.

"Sorry y/n," he said, giving you a sympathetic look. "I brought him home as soon as we realized what happened."

"It's not your fault, Mickey," you sighed. You began waving him towards the door. "You go on home. I've got him."

"You sure?" Mickey asked uncertainly, but you nodded, offering him a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you murmured, looking at your boyfriend who was already staring at you with wonder in his eyes. Mickey said his goodbyes and you heard the latch of the door as he closed it behind himself.

"Oh, Bobby," you cooed, reaching down to run a hand through his soft hair.

"Hi Bugaboo," he slurred, grinning. He reached out his arms towards you, and you complied, straddling him when he pulled you down.

"Missed you s'much," he said as he leaned his forehead against yours.

You hummed as his arms wrapped around you and started stroking the small of your back where your low cut tank top had ridden up. "You weren't even gone that long, baby."

"Was still t'long," he muttered, burying his face into your chest. He nuzzled deeper and you heard him say something into your skin.

"What was that, Bobby?"

"I said," he started, looking up at you from his current position, "that you're always s'soft."

You chuckled, stroking his cheek. "That's very sweet of you, baby."

He nuzzled back into you, letting out a yawn. "S'true."

"C'mon, love," you whispered down into his ear, sending a shiver up his spine. "Let's go to bed, yeah?"

Bob's head shot up from your chest, a wide, mischievous grin slowly spreading across his face. "Yeah?"

You let out another chuckle, shaking your head. "to sleep, baby boy."

Bob pouted, deepening it when you moved to stand up. When you reached out your hand to him, he grabbed it gently and allowed you to pull him up.

"Fine," he huffed, leaning down to bury his face into your neck. He pressed light kisses up from the base and onto your face. He continued to press light kisses all over your face until you were a giggling mess in the middle of the living room. Bob pulled back with another pout when you pushed at his chest lightly.

"Bed, mister," you smiled sweetly up at him. He let out another huff of breath, but then seemed to perk up when he thought of something.

"We can cuddle in bed?" he asked you excitedly, earning another soft giggle from you.

"Of course, Bobby."

Bob practically stumbled his way to your shared bedroom, insisting he was fine to walk on his own and far too excited to hold you in his arms. He'd feel it in the morning, but you'd let him enjoy it now.

#ugh my heart #love him #drabble #sailor aviator's 100 follower celebration #top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd imagine #robert floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #top gun bob #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #bob floyd imagine #fluff #so much fluff

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nophunleague · 7 months

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Rafael Barba Appears at the 16th Precinct Again

Rafael Barba x gn!reader

warnings: angst, grudge holding.

You all but crash into the conference room at the 16th, anxious to tell the squad that Mickey Davis had gotten some hot shot attorney, that you had heard courthouse gossip about it. The door swings open and you're met by Kat, Fin, Rollins, and Rafael.

His green eyes almost darken at the sight of you. He's not shocked that you're here, it's just the shock of not having seen you in years that strikes him. Taking in the crowd in the room you barely blink before spitting out at Rafael, "oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, you just look like someone I used to know," before spinning on your heel and storming back out into the squad room. You don't even look up at Liv and the deputy chief as they pass you. Amanda follows after you after Rafael is pulled into Liv's office by the Captain and Deputy Chief Garland. You're sat at your desk, head up in a thousand yard stare.

"Well I think you definitely hurt his feelings, if that's what you were going for," you're broken from your gaze by her speech and you look up to her from your seated position.

"After what he put me through I think what I said was fairly tame."

"You might be right about that, but maybe think about what he's been through too. He nearly threw his entire career away and had to leave you in the process," she tries to reason with you but your eyes narrow as she keeps talking.

"He didn't have to leave me and he should have talked to me first. I showed up to work one day and he was gone. The man I loved left me without a single word. It felt like my life fell apart," you seethe. Amanda looks over your shoulder to see Rafael standing behind you.

"That's very mature of you," she says before walking away, he walks up behind you and gently lays a hand on your shoulder. But you hadn't notice him yet so as he makes contact with your body you jump to face him, hand on your holstered weapon.

"Woah," he throws his hands up, "its just me," you scoff but remove your hand from your hip.

"Just you? Just you?" You start to pace back and forth in front of him, searching for the words to tell him off. But deep down you're glad to see him, he looks healthy, the beard he's grown compliments him.

"We should talk."

"Oh you want to talk now? But you didn't want to talk four years ago when you left," you all but shriek, your voice sparking the attention of those in the precinct. "You pulled the plug on someone's baby, were charged with murder, acquitted, and then you left me. And you didn't talk to me about any of it. We were supposed to be together and you left me out of it," your voice continues to raise as you takes steps closer to him, ending up in his face. His eyes search yours trying to find the person who he had once loved, but all he find is someone who has undoubtedly been incredibly hurt by his actions. The tears are threatening to spill from you eyes but you stay strong. Your raised voice causes Liv to step outside of her office.

"Both of you, take it outside. Now," you glance between Rafael and Liv before turning on your heel and storming out with Rafael following close behind. You meet again in the elevator where this time you stay silent.

"I didn't know how to tell you I was leaving, so I just left," he says quietly. "It wasn't the right thing to do, you didn't deserve that, but I needed to leave here. I was suffocating," the both of you stare at the elevator doors, not daring to look at one another. You reach up and hit the elevator switch, stopping the elevator in its descent.

"No, I didn't deserve that," a tear escapes your left eye at last, but you don't wipe it away. "You threw me away like I meant nothing to you. I would have went with you if you had just talked to me."

"You meant everything to me. I just couldn't let you throw your NYPD career away to come with me on the campaign trail. You were just getting to the point of being on the precipice of making sergeant," his eyes are now glued to the side of you head while you keep looking at the doors. You take a second to think about what you're going to say before raising your voice and making direct eye contact.

"Yeah well I failed the sergeant's exam twice since you left so I'll only ever be a detective now," Rafael can feel the holes your eyes are burning in him, his breath kicks up and he's uncharacteristically speechless for a moment. You huff and flip the elevator switch again allowing it to continue its descent. The doors open on the ground level of the 16th and you start to take a step out when he speaks.

"The day I did what I did to Baby Drew I was meant to pick up a ring. An engagement ring," he hangs his head, not looking at you.

"Oh so one day you were thinking about getting married and then next you were throwing everything we had together away? I don't know why you came back, but I don't think there's any fixing this. Not right now anyway," you shake your head as a few more tears fall.

"Liv and Fin called me," he admits.

"Oh even better, you didn't even come back for me. Tell Liv that I'll be back in a little bit," you storm out of the precinct. Rafael runs a hand through his hair as a tear now escapes one of his eyes. He composes himself quickly then presses the floor number of the squad room to go back up.

"I really fucked that up," he says to himself.

#law and order svu #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba #svu #svu imagine #rafael barba imagine #raul esparza #special victims unit

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silent-raven13 · 9 months

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Lil Billie's Arch Nemesis

Billie loves giving his big brother kisses, kisses for boo-boos, kisses for goodbyes, kisses for hello, kisses for showing love. Hugs and kisses, she does it all! She loves her big brother, Miles! Her idol, her Spiderman, her amazing big bro! So, the two year old have no problem showing love to her favorite only big bro, Miles. Everyone says she's his biggest fan, she's number one in his heart! Little sis Billie, Miles' lovable sister! Yup, that's her!

One day she sat in the living room watching her favorite show Mickey House Clubhouse with her pacifier in her mouth. She hears her mother cooking in the kitchen, while her dad snoring on the couch.

"Ah-HA! See ya, real soon!" Mickey Mouse rings her ear, giving a sign her show ended. This made her very excited. One of the main reasons she loves her show it ends right when her big bro comes home. She got up on her two little feet getting ready to be the first one to greet Miles.

"Mils!" She muffled through her pacifier as she waited by the front door.

"Mi amor, waiting for your big brother?" Her mom chuckles in amusement always spotting her daughter being by the front door.

"Si!" Little Billie jumps, she got her favorite pink blanket around her as she waited.

The doorknob jiggles, through the door Miles softly humming with his heavy footsteps wearing timberland boots. "Mils!" Billie jumps with excitement.

When Miles enter his home, he's greeted by Little Billie wanting him to pick her up. "Hey, boo-boo!" Miles awed at his little sister, he quickly pick her up.

"Mils! Mils!" She muffled through her pacifier, giggling as she gets picked up being hugged. For a two year old, she's very smart. She took out her pacifier to give kisses on Miles' cheek. "Miles!" She said happily. "Wuv you!"

"Awe, i love you, too. Awe, my little Billie!" Miles happily snuggles her.

"Miles, are you home?" Their mother's voice loud being in the kitchen cooking dinner.

"Si, mami!" Miles closed the door behind him then went over to kiss his mother's cheek, "Smells great."

"Of course, i cook this!" Rio laughs, "Right, mi bebé?" She blow a kiss to her daughter.

Little Billie giggles having her arms around her big brother's neck, "Mmhhmm," She put her pacifier back in her mouth.

"So, mom today Hobie is coming over, remember?" Miles casually reminds his mom.

'Hobie?' Little Billie gave a side eye at her big brother, she don't like Hobie. Not because their dad said comments about the punk's fashion or being a punk or rule breaker- No, Billie doesn't care for that. She don't like him, because he is taking away her big bro! Nope, all those kisses and hugs Hobie gives to Miles makes her jealous. Her big brother is her's. They are two peas in a pod. Not Hobie.

Not to mention, Hobie likes to bite her big brother on the neck from time to time and that really makes her mad. No one should hurt her big bro. Her big brother is Spiderman, a good man, a hero, her big bro!

Rio laughs at her daughter's reaction, "Mira, Miles! Your sister doesn't look too happy your boyfriend is coming over. She's still upset from last time." She remembers Billie crying as she spotted Hobie giving a hickey on Miles' neck, when they were in Miles' room. Miles let out a yelp in pain which caused Billie to cry and scream.

Miles blushes being embarrassed, "I should've lock the door..."

"And have tu papí bust down the door?" Rio scoffs, "No, your leaving that door wide open and no funny business."

Miles groans, "Mamí, he didn't mean it..."

Little Billie rolled her eyes, "Hmph!"

"Boo-boo, I thought you're on my side?" Miles pouts giving his baby sister a kiss on her round cheeks.

"Nuh uh!" She shook her head.

Rio laughs, "She's too smart for your own good, hijo! I wonder where she gets it from." Implying from her like Jeff could ever be this sassy.

Little Bille said, "No, Obie! No! Nonono!" She waves her hand at her big brother.

"Awe, he's a great guy, Billie. Look this time he'll be good. I promise!"

He was so wrong. Very wrong.

The moment Hobie came over, Little Billie had throw launched a toy web shooter at him. "Whoa? Wat's wrong with the lil one, sunflower?"

Miles sighs, "She's still mad at you from last time."

"Ahhh," Hobie smirks widely as he squat to Billie's level, "Atta girl, protecting your cute brother. I respect it. Let bygones be bygones, hmm?"

Little Billie shot another web shooter toy at Hobie's face with a scowl look on her face. "Billie!" Miles quickly picks her up and took her toy away.

Hobie presses his lips with a nodded, "Fair enough."

"Billie, say you're sorry!" Miles said.

"No! Bye, Obie!" She hugs her big brother then sticks her tongue out at her brother's boyfriend.

Hobie could only laugh in amusement. "I admire that."

"What? Really?" Miles blinks at his boyfriend. "Normally, you get mad when someone tries to-" Hobie said, "Because they are adults and should know better, luv. Billie is a child and I think I can make her a fine anarchist!" His lips widen to a wicked smile, he wrap his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders then said, "Hey, Billie Willie. Look. Mwah! Love you, Miles." He kisses Miles cheek.

"Hobie, stop! You're gonna make her mad!" Miles said out loud.

Little Billie's eyes widen and gasps, "NO! No, Obie! NO!" Her tiny hands try to shove Hobie's face away from her brother's face, "Me! ME!" She planted a kiss on her brother's cheek. "My bro-ther!"

"My boyfriend!" Hobie chuckles as he kisses Miles' left cheek and Billy got Mile's right cheek.

"No, my brother!" She kisses again.

"No, mine!" Hobie laughs.

"NOOO!"

Miles stood receiving battlefield kisses by his two favorite loved ones. His cheeks warm from the amount of attention he was getting.

Jeff yawns waking from his nap spotting his wife standing by the doorway to the kitchen and hallway watching the three. "What's going on?" He asked his wife being so confused.

"Oh just Hobie and Billie fighting for Miles' love, again." Rio giggles. "It's cute."

"Ah, I hope Billie wins and get that punk outta here."

"You missed it when she shoot hit him with that web shooter thing." Rio laughs.

"Awe man, I did!" Jeff saw the toy on one of the drawers, "Hey, Billie. Shoot Hobie again!" He rushes over to hand his daughter the toy.

"JEFF!" Rio said out loud. "Don't encourage her! Violence is bad!"

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #across the spider verse #billie morales

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I feel like Bob is one of those people who is amazing with kids. Like especially if it’s his own, he would be so gentle and loving. I can see him sitting next to his baby who is looking up at their aviation themed mobile and he’s gently talking about all the different plane models and their systems. The baby doesn’t have a clue what he’s saying but is just staring at their dad in wonder as he tells them about the world. Seeing this man with a baby would make me fall in love with him all over again…

Sorry for the random Bob thought, I just had to share 🥺

🥺🥺🥺 please don't apologize, I am always down to discuss DILF!Bob

After a month and a half of waking up to the sound of your son's cries, waking up to silence was almost alarming.

You reached over to the other side of the bed to find it empty.

Quickly, you threw off the covers and grabbed your robe.

As you walked out into the hallway, the sound of Bob's soothing, deep voice became clear. You followed it, arriving at your son's room.

"And that's an F18, which is what your Daddy and Aunt Nat fly. You'll get to meet her pretty soon. She's so excited to meet you, Auggie. Though, just warning ya now: her and your Uncle Bradley are gonna argue over who gets to hold ya."

The sight of Bob leaning over the crib, combined with August's coos made your heart soar.

To say Bob was born to be a dad was an understatement. He spent your whole pregnancy doting on you, coming with you to every appointment, making sure you didn't lift a finger.

When August was born, the role of a father came naturally to him. Whenever he could, he was there, making sure you and your son were okay and felt loved.

You quietly walked up to your husband to find that he had one hand on the crib, the other gently stroking the tufts of blonde hair on August's head.

"When you're big enough, we can take you to base on family day and you can see all the planes in real life! They're much bigger than these," Bob motioned to the plane-themed mobile that Mickey and his fiancé had gifted. It went perfectly with the aviation themed nursery that his fiancé had helped you design.

August stared at Bob, eyes bright and wide. A gummy smile spread across his face as he babbled.

"Morning," You whispered, wrapping your arms around his.

"Hey Mama, you get some sleep?" Bob asked, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Before you could answer, your son's eyes met yours, causing him to coo loudly and flail his arms. A gummy smile adorned your son's face, his cobalt eyes lighting up.

"Who's that Auggie? Is that Mama?" Bob cooed, a huge smile adorning his face, "Yes, it is Mama!"

August's bottom lip began to quiver, a tall tale sign he was getting frustrated.

"Think it's time for his breakfast."

Bob gently picked up August as you sat down in the nursing chair, undoing your robe and bra.

As you fed August, Bob sat at the foot of the chair, his head on your thigh while a hand gently held August's foot.

"You okay Robby?"

Your husband gave you that slightly crooked smile you fell in love with on your first date with him.

"Just wanna be close to you two," He whispered as his large fingers gently stroke your son's sock-covered foot.

Balancing August with one arm, you learned over to brush the sandy locks out of Bob's face. He always grew his hair out when he wasn't deployed, knowing how much you loved to play with it.

"I'd say you're pretty close," you grinned.

Bob shook his head, "Nah. Could be closer. See?" He moved his body so that his head was practically in your lap.

"If August kicks you in the face, don't come crying to me," you chuckled.

"He would never do that! Right Auggie? You'd never hurt Dada, would ya?" Bob asked. August was too busy eating breakfast to respond.

"Love you Mama," He whispered into your stomach, his voice low, the Midwestern drawl laced around it.

"Love you too Dada."

#my writing #bob floyd #bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd x you #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd imagine #robert bob floyd fic #robert bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd fic #bob floyd fanfiction #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd fluff #robert floyd imagine #robert floyd x you #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd

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5 for the physical affection but smutty prompts pretty pretty please 🙏 😶

Send me a number prompt and I’ll make it smutty

5. crying into their neck/shoulder

Mickey's pupils are blown, only a tiny ring of blue visible as he stares up at you through wet, hooded eyes. Hands restrained against the headboard and mouth stuffed with his favourite gag, you've never seen a more beautiful sight.

"Good?" you ask, voice a whisper in the dim-lit room.

He nods, the slightest of movements, and you reach down, caress his jaw. His eyes close at the contact and you smile.

"Yeah, you've been so good for me."

He preens and presses himself into your hand. You allow it, know he needs it. His entire body is flushed, sweaty, fucking gorgeous, and you can't help yourself.

"Think you've got one more in ya?" you ask, sitting between his legs, fingers back at his hole, brushing, tracing.

You hear the hitch in his breathing, see the way his chest begins to heave a little, and he shakes his head wildly and then nods slowly. You smirk, and three fingers slip back inside of him with zero resistance. You watch in awe as his eyes get that little bit hazier, his breaths get that little bit shorter. Fuck. You love this. Love him.

You press, knowing that, despite his nod, he doesn't have much more in him. He's ready for it, and you're ready to give it to him, ready to watch him fall apart. So you press and rub and stare into his eyes as he moans and pushes into you, press and rub and stare into his eyes as his dick leaks against his stomach and his ass clenches around you.

"Close?"

He nods. Gasps. Makes that tiny little noise you know means it's about to happen.

You slip your fingers out.

He groans. Something that sounds like a muffled, ragged fuck pushing through the gag. Tears spill from his eyes and you want to lick his face clean, mouth at his entire body, suck his dick until he comes in your mouth.

"Shit, Mick, look at you." You're so fucking proud of him, but you're kinda proud of yourself for keeping it together this long, too. He stares at you, desperate and needy, and you smile. "You wanna come?"

He nods, body trembling.

"Gonna come just from my fingers?" You wanna suck his dick, but you want him to come untouched even more. "Think you can do that, baby?"

He nods again, eager to please.

You slide your fingers back in and press, push your thumb against his perineum, attach your free hand to your own aching cock. Mickey pants as best he can through his gag, his eyes flicking from your eyes, down to where you're touching yourself, and back again.

"Eyes on me," you whisper, and he nods jerkily as you press harder, rub in unrelenting circles, jerk yourself in time with the strokes you give his prostate.

And he grunts, fucking whines, waiting for you, waiting for you to give him the permission he so desperately craves.

You nod. "Yeah, Mick, come."

He comes, his back arching and body shuddering, nonsense sounds emitting from his mouth and it's beautiful, gorgeous, enough to make you follow with a tingle in your spine and heat in your stomach. You come, aim it all over his cock and balls, and feel your body heat at the way it makes him moan.

You want to bask in the afterglow, but you want to be with him more. You let go of your dick, pull your fingers out of his ass, lean your body over his and brush your lips against his forehead.

"Okay?"

He nods.

"Gonna get this shit off you."

He nods again.

You release his hands first, rubbing at his shoulders as his arms ease to his sides, and then remove the gag, wiping at the spit slicked over his lips. And then you hug him. Because that's his aftercare. He wants to be held, wants the weight of you on top of him, and you want to give him everything he wants.

"Did so good, baby. So fuckin' hot."

He huffs against you. "Fuck, Ian."

"Got you, Mick. Always got you."

He nods, just slightly, and presses his face into your neck. His breathing evens out, and, eventually, his arms raise to hug you back, but every now and then you feel a little more wetness against your shoulder and you hold him that little bit tighter.

#idk man #ian and mickey #gallavich fic #gallavich #my fic #um #also excessive use of the word 'press'#smut prompts #kbye #anon

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mrsaltieri-real · 9 months

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I Can Be Sweet (Mickey Altieri x GN!Reader)

Word count: 1.5k

Warning/s: GN!Reader (no specified pronouns, Mickey uses the pet names baby and babe) fluffy fluff fluff, language, nudity, Mickey being soft, (yes it’s a warning) the L bomb gets dropped, romantic shit, Mickey being a terrible cook, Mickey still somehow being a little shit, etc

I’ve had a really, REALLY shit week so I wrote this as like a little soothing thing for myself and anyone else whose having a crappy week. I just needed to comfort myself by writing something like this. I’ve got good friends that have helped me through my stuff this week (you know who you are) and I wanted to say a big thank you.

Anyway, here’s a fluffy Mickey fic because sometimes we need our murder boys sweet.

You knew him better than almost anyone.

Even though you didn’t know about his… extra curricular activities, you knew Mickey.

He was cocky, sarcastic and most of the time a complete ass because that’s simply all he’d ever been. He never allowed anyone to get too close to him in fear they’d disappear like everybody else. He was a performer, an artist. A master of deception and only letting people see what he wanted them too. But once you broke through that hard shell and got to the soft centre, there was a whole different side to him.

Mickey was… sweet, he was romantic and passionate yet remained surrounded by his defensive coating until he finally trusted you enough for you to see it.

After a particularly exhausting day of serving booze to the drunk college assholes in the on campus bar you worked in to make extra money so you could live in an apartment by yourself to avoid having to share a dorm room, you walked toward your door, head pounding and feet aching. You wanted nothing more than to shower and go to sleep in preparation for what would undoubtedly be another shitty day tomorrow.

You rummaged in your bag for your keys but paused for a second outside your door, furrowing your eyebrows when you heard soft music and dishes clanking together. Had someone broken in? Fuck, that was just what you needed.

You pressed your ear to the door to try and hear a little better when you heard a familiar soft humming rendition of the current song playing on your speakers and all the paranoia faded away in an instant, calmly unlocking the door and walking inside.

Mickey was flitting around your tiny kitchen like a hurricane, trying to do far too many things at once.

“Oh, fuck me.” He cussed as he lifted the lid to one of the pots on the stove, grimacing at whatever horrible sight he’d concocted.

“Mick?”

He jumped a little, head snapping in your direction.

“Hey! Hi, you're back!” His cheeks were slightly flushed and his shirt had splatters of food spotted over the light blue material and you raised your eyebrows a little.

“Yeah, there was another fight in the bar. Shit got broken so we decided to close… what are you doing here?” An amused expression crossed your face as Mickey continued to move around the kitchen as you spoke, clearly growing more and more frustrated.

“You uh.. you said the other day you were having a rough week so I thought I’d TRY to do something nice for you. But I… yeah. I can’t cook.” He admitted sheepishly.

As he spoke you dropped your bag on the floor by the door and walked over to him, touched by his effort. “Yeah, I can see that.” You teased, gesturing toward the pots and pans completely wrecked with the burnt food coating the bottom of them. “But thank you, that’s really sweet.”

He shrugged, waving you off with his hand but you caught it, pulling him close to you. “I mean it.” You said softly and he smiled down at you, looking a little bashful.

“Sorry ‘bout your cooking shit.” He said, eyes narrowing at the ruined pans. You laughed a little, shaking your head at him.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Probably was due to get some new ones anyway.” You let go of his hand and walked around him to turn off the stove and grabbed a garbage bag, dumping the pots and pans inside. “I’ll throw them out and buy some new ones tomorrow.”

“Oh, I did do one thing right!”

You tied the bag, placing it down before looking at him.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

He grinned at you, gesturing for you to follow him as he left the kitchen and walked down the hall to your bathroom. You followed him sceptically, unsure of whatever the hell he had awaiting you but was taken aback when you entered your bathroom after him to see he’d run you a beautiful bubble bath, candles scattered around the whole room with your favourite song playing softly on your other pair of speakers. Whatever he’d used in the bath smelt of honeysuckle and lavender, the smells oddly complimenting each other.

Mickey dipped his hand in the bath before smiling proudly to himself and turning to face you. “I might be a shit cook but I can run a mean fucking bath.”

You didn’t respond, staring at the bubbles until they blurred into fuzzy white spots, a tear falling down your cheek. “Hey, hey, hey! Why are you crying?” Mickey’s voice sounded alarmed as he moved in front of you, his hand automatically reaching forward to wipe the fallen tears.

“I… no one’s ever done anything like this for me.” You felt slightly pathetic for crying, trying to move your head so Mickey wouldn’t see your face but he held your cheeks in his hand, beautiful face soft and affectionate.

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it was gonna make you cry, baby.” He still looked a little anxious, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“No! No, these are happy tears.” You assured him, sniffling a little. His hands dropped from your face and slid down your arms, seeming at least a little comforted as he said, “still.”

You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up on your toes so you could bury your face into the crook of his neck. He let out a small laugh before wrapping his arms around you, hand rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades and burrowing his face into your messy hair.

“You stink.” He mumbled into it making you laugh and pull back, playfully smacking his arm.

“Yeah genius, I work in a college bar of course I stink.”

“Want me to help you?” He gestured toward the bath before his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, a broad smile on his beautiful face as you nodded eagerly.

“Lift your arms.”

You obeyed, raising your arms above your head so he could pull your shirt off of you, placing it carefully on top of your laundry basket. His hands moved down to your jeans, popping the button open and pulling down the zipper slowly, smirking a little at your soft shiver when his warm fingers made contact with your skin. “Easy babe, we’re just taking a bath.”

You rolled your eyes, lightly nudging his hands away so you could remove your jeans along with your underwear, turning to toss them on top of your shirt.

When you turned back round Mickey was already naked and your eyes automatically dropped to his package before quickly diverting away, making him laugh again.

“Giggly prick.” You muttered as he climbed into the bubbly water, opening his arms out for you to climb in in front of him.

You took his hand, sighing happily at the perfectly warm water before you sat down between his legs, head resting back against his shoulder. He leaned forward, picking up your washcloth and dipping it into the water and wringing it out a little before he smoothed it over your chest, his head resting softly against yours.

“You’re being very sweet tonight.” You said softly, hearing his breathy laugh in your ear.

“You sound surprised. I can be sweet.” He defended himself in mock offence.

“I know, but never like this.”

It was quiet for a moment as Mickey continued to gently wash your aching body. The warm water in combination with his hot body was relaxing your tight muscles in a way that almost had you floppy in his arms.

“Am I really that bad?“ he murmured into your ear.

You frowned a little, lifting and turning your head so you were looking at him. “I didn’t mean it like-“

“No, no it’s okay. I know how I can be sometimes, and I guess in addition to me doing this because you’ve had a bad week it’s also to show you how much I care about you.”

You leaned up a little so you could press your lips to his cheek softly before sinking back into his arms, head leaning back again against his shoulder and your eyes fluttered closed.

“There’s also another reason.”

“Mm?“ you hummed absentmindedly. You felt his heart rate pick up and his breathing hitch ever so slightly as he swallowed, as if he was terrified of whatever he was about to say.

“I uh…” he sighed, face burrowing even further into your shoulder. “I love you.” He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.

You froze for a moment, trying to comprehend what he had just said. “Y- you what?” You twisted around so his head moved off your shoulder and he was forced to look at you.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face and you struggled to turn all the way round to face him in the bath, and he laughed as he gripped your elbow to help you. “Steady, steady.” He said softly.

“You love me?” You whisper once you are facing him. You were straddling him, knees either side of his thighs and your hands resting on his chest while his rested on your hips under the water as you looked into his eyes, trying and failing to stop the tears from welling up again.

He bobbed his head once and even in the dim light of the flickering candles you saw his cheeks flush slightly.

“You don’t have to say it back!” He suddenly said quickly. “Please don’t feel like you have to say it b-“

“I love you too.”

A relieved sigh came out of Mickey’s mouth and his lips turned up into a devastatingly beautiful smile. “Thank fucking god.” He whispered, leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours.

#i needed to write this for me #i feel ✨soothed✨#i love him so much #my favourite lil guy #EVER #scream #mickey altieri #scream 2 #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri fluff #mickey altieri x you #slasher x reader

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