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ifimdreaming · 4 months

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caught

luke hughes x reader

authors note: this is so cutesy to me and im obsessed with writng for Lukey pookie rn so pls send in for him. this is so fluffy, some sexual themes but like barely. and also swearing. also, jack and trevor make an appearnce.

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You woke up to the sound of the tv playing loudly and the muffled voices of what sounded like jack and possibly trevor, or another voice you coudlnt quite recognize, seemingly coming from the living room.

You froze in place not knowing what to do, and slowly sat up in bed, scanning the room for your clothes from the night before.

Waking up to an empty bed confused you, but you quickly heard the sound of the shower being turned on from Lukes bathroom and it eased your mind immediately.

It wasnt often you woke up in Lukes bed, so you decided to just continue laying down, half naked and happily basking in this feeling while you could.

Although it had only been a few months of dating Luke, you were starting to feel at home around him. Even with jack around it felt like you just blended right in at their shared condo, and all of you were able to act completely yourselves around each other.

But there was one thing you hadnt yet done with jack around, and that was spend a night at their place.

Of course you have spent many days here before, but the last time you stayed over for more than just a day, Jack ‘conveniently’ was out of town and Luke 'conveniently’ forgot to tell jack you would be staying over the weekend.

Although It didnt upset you that Luke pretty much hid this from Jack, it does feel like its about time you both rip off the bandaid and be honest about you staying over.

You cant sneak around forever, and its not like Jack is completely oblivious to the fact that you and Luke have spent nights together before.

There are a lot of thoughts racing in your head as Luke is in the shower, but soon the sounds from the other room quiet down some, and suddenly this feels like a way bigger deal than it actually is.

Snapping you out of your thoughts, Luke opens his bathroom door with a towel around his waist and wet curls slowly dripping into his face and down his chest.

“Hi baby” he says seeing you are awake now, which makes you wonder how long he has been up for, and if he knows that we are no longer alone in the condo.

“Hi lukey, how was your shower?” you ask as you begin sitting up in his bed, one hand holding the comforter to cover your chest, the other hand attempting to fix your jostled up hair.

“Good. wouldve asked you to join but i didn't wanna wake you. You looked so pretty and peaceful. you sleep ok?” he says as he is rummaging through his dresser drawers, trying to find his clothes for the day.

“Mhm. i uh- slept good.” you say distractedly, watching him from behind as he drops his towel and begins to get dressed.

He turns around to face you as he finishes putting on his underwear and sweats, knowing you would be watching him from your spot in his bed.

He tilts his head at you and a smirks grows on his face as he catches you staring at him.

Your cheeks begin to blush as he crosses his arms in front of you, licking his lips as his eyes trail down your body and then back up to your face again.

“What?” he says knowingly and you just look at him with a small smile. The feeling of lust taking over your thoughts.

“Nothin..” you say softly and watch as he rolls his eyes and quickly makes his way towards the bed.

He lays his body directly on top of yours and immediately embraces his lips with yours. He grabs the side of your face in his left hand, lifting your neck slightly to connect closer to him and his eagerness makes you want him even more.

As you continue to make out, Luke's hands slowly trail down your body, and you are no longer covered by the sheets on his bed.

He sits up suddenly with hazy eyes staring into yours and places his hand around your thigh, gently tugging as he adjusts his position on the bed, signaling for you to get on top of him, and you oblige.

“You're so sexy baby” luke says through gritted teeth as he scans his eyes across your body, running his hands along your bare thighs that are now resting across his lap.

“Wanna wake up to this everyday” he continues, and you take note of the fact that all you have on are his boxers from the night before, and a few pieces of gold jewelry.

His words are as sweet as honey and all you can do is lean into his lips again. You grip the back of his neck in both hands, and press further down into his lap, knowing exactly what you are doing to him.

“Fuck” Luke says loudly in response to your movements and you are reminded of the not-so-empty house you are in.

And before you can even say anything you hear the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway.

“Luke? Are you home?” Jack calls out as he is making his way towards lukes bedroom.

Luke is pulled away from his current state and looks at you confused, unaware that jack was even home.

“Hey Lukey?” Jack repeats and he knocks once before opening the door without any hesitation, you and Luke both scrambling to cover your naked body.

“OUT!” Luke says as the door is swung wide open, Jack standing confused on the other side before he scans the room and his eyes are met with the sight of you half covered up, sitting on Lukes lap.

The shock on his face is extremely evident as he recognizes what he just walked in on.

The door slams instantaneously and you hear cursing coming from the hallway as Jack begins to walk away.

The pure embarrassment of the situation sends you into a complete laughing fit.

You look over to your boyfriend and see as he clearly does not find these even slightly as hilarious as you do.

“Luke. cmon, its funny.” you grab his face in your hand and playfully squeeze his cheeks, trying to get him to smile. But he is not having it.

“It isnt funny. Fuck. Im so sorry. i didnt even know he was here. I didnt mean to embarrass you like that…I- do you think he saw anything??” luke says, concerned for only you.

He is suddenly up from the bed and going through his dresser, trying to find you a tshirt of his to put on.

“Luke! It is ok. Im sure he didnt even see anything. And if he did then whatever, we’ll both forget about it just like any other embarrassing moment ever.” you say trying to reassure your clearly stressed boyfriend.

“Doubt he'll forget…” he says half-sarcastically. And now you can tell he is finding this just a little funny.

“STOP!” you say throwing a pillow at him and watch as he tosses you a shirt in return.

“Im gonna go check on him. I dont want him to be spiraling into a panic or soemthing in the other room…” Luke says, shaking his head jokingly and you just chuckle in response.

“Good luck!” you call out to him as he leaves the room and you quickly get up from the bed, putting on his umich tshirt he tossed you and heading for the bathroom.

After hearing what sounds like Trevor laughing his ass off, non stop swearing, and basically a 12 year old boy sounding argument from the kitchen, you decide to leave lukes bedroom.

“Just warn me goddamnit! This was actually so preventable you asshole!” Jack yells back at Luke as you walk into the kitchn to see the two brothers arguing across the kitchen island at each other.

You look around and accidentally make eye contact with Jack and he looks away immediately. You then look over to see Trevor, who is sitting down and eating a bowl of cereal with a massive smirk on his face, clearly enjoying this a little too much.

“YOU DIDNT EVEN GIVE ME A CHANCE TO FUCKIN SAY ANYTHING BEFORE YOU BUSTED THE DOOR OPEN!” Luke yells back, causing trevor to lose his mind yet again. he looks at jack, you, then back at jack and begins dying of laughter.

You make your way over to stand beside Luke and he glances at you and back to his brother, and his demeanor changes a bit.

“How bout we talk about this later.” Luke says after he is made aware of your presence and Jack just shakes his head in disbelief.

“How about we talk about it now?” you say butting in and you grab onto lukes arm, looking up at him expectantly.

“Shouldnt I be apart of this conversation? I was there too after all..” you add and watch as trevor nods his head, and Jack continues to avoid eye contact with you.

“Thats true” trevor says as he points his spoon at you, acknowledging that you are making a good point.

Luke takes a step closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and places a kiss on your head.

“Fine.” Luke says and waits for Jacks response.

Jack just looks between the three of you and scoffs as he brings his hands together with a clap.

“Wellp. Im feeling like you are all not on my side right now. But i still strongly believe this was lukes fault and not mine… Just saying.” Jack speaks, and raises both of his hands in defeat.

“How the fuck is this MY fault?” Luke retorts and is about to continue before you butt in.

“Ok! Ok! Guys! You both could go back adn forth about this all day! God!” you state frustratedly.

“Ok! How bout next time, Jack: just wait for a response before opening Lukes bedroom door to save both of your asses. And Luke: make sure you know exactly when Jack is coming home so that your door is locked, you idiot.” you say in the most mediating tone you can muster up.

“Sound good??” you finish and watch as the boys just glance annoyedly at each other.

“Ok.” Luke says first, reluctantly.

“Fine.” Jack adds immediately after.

“Amazing! Now im gonna go shower and forget about this whole ordeal.” you say walking away, not wanting to stick around for the awkward silences that are about to follow this conversation.

About ten minutes into your shower you hear a knock on the bathroom door,

“Its me baby” Luke calls as he opens the door a crack.

“Oh come in lukey” you say as you are finishing up washing your body.

“Sorry about that whole - thing.” he says regretfully, knowing he is better off apologizing rather than rehashing everything.

You turn the water off and step out of the shower, grabbing a towel before making your way towards him.

“Its ok baby” you say softly and place a loving kiss to his lips and then another one on the tip of his nose, something you always did to show innocent affection.

“And honestly? Its kinda my fault..but please don't be mad!” you say warily and Luke just tilts his head in confusion.

“I may have heard voices coming from the living room when you got up to shower. But i completely forget to tell you that before we- the whole…ya know..” you say as sweetly as you can, and Luke immediately begins squinting his eyes at you in frustration.

He lets out a playful scoff and you just smile back at him, trying your best to win him over.

“But hey! Weve all learned our lesson here right?!” you add before Luke can even respond and he just shakes his head at you and walks out of the bathroom.

“I love you Luke!” you voice out to him and hear a quiet ‘i lu le lu’ come from behind you, the sound of him mocking you while he continues walking away.

You stomp over to him and grab his arm, turning him around to face you and he immediately caves after seeing the disapproval plastered on your face. Knowing you are gonna get him for that.

“IM KIDDING IM KIDDING. I love you i love you i love you” he says, and rapidly begins kissing you all over your face and neck, desperately trying everything he can to earn your forgiveness.

He brings you into a tight hug, your face squishing against his chest and bicep as he continues placing tiny kisses atop the crown of your head, and you just giggle under his touch in response.

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pinkcarnatixns · 27 days

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leah williamson | on your side

synopsis your girlfriend gives you enough attention to last a lifetime when you wake up with your period [2K] contents more bf! leah, menstrual pain, slightly suggestive?

Waking with piercing abdominal pain and the morning sun barely shining through your curtains, you dreaded the familiar feeling in your gut.

Even worse than the dull ache of your abdomen was having to leave the warm cocoon your girlfriend had created around you while you both slept. Propping yourself up on one elbow from where you had been laid on her chest, you tried to jostle her sleeping form as little as possible. At the slight adjustment, she let out a series of angry grumbles, your body freezing up at the sound.

You waited for a tense moment, subconsciously holding your breath as the crease between her eyebrows softened back out and her hands relaxed where they had been touching your naked waist. Peeling her arms off your body carefully, you took care to watch that her even breath didn’t change as you manhandled her enough to let you escape unnoticed. Watching her calm expression, golden hair splayed out manically around her, you felt a flash of frustration at the time with your girlfriend that biology had robbed you of this morning.

Slipping out of bed, the change of temperature nipped at your exposed skin, clad in only a bralette and small shorts so as to not burn up next to your personal space heater. Desperate to return to your koala of a girlfriend and the affection you had been promised for the day off, you opted out of a sweatshirt and briskly padded over to your adjacent bathroom. What you hadn’t accounted for was the lightheadedness that accompanied the action, and as black spots danced in your vision, you grabbed onto the cold counter for support as you guided yourself down to the floor.

Anticipating passing out, you were surprised at the familiar, tender caress of Leah’s hands on your arms. Her touch helped ground you, and as your vision cleared it was to the sight of her crouched over you, looking terribly worried. Her next words were so gentle you nearly missed them, not wanting to spook you. “Hey love, you back with me?”

You slowly nodded your head, not wanting to be any dizzier, and let out a shaky sigh. “Yeah, I’m sorry I woke you Lee, just stood up too fast and got a head rush.”

Usually being the one to coo over her and adoring taking care of the girl, you always hated making her worry. On many occasions, if Leah thought there was anything slightly off with you, she would drop anything and everything to dote over you- usually meaning that her dignity was the first to go. You were constantly teased for her actions when that side of her came out at training, quick to blush at your teammates’ poor caricatures of your girlfriend’s sappiness.

Truth be told, you still got nervous butterflies when your girlfriend’s full attention was on you, even with nobody else around. However, you had both agreed to a time where you needed extra attention- your period. Leah, also dealing with debilitating cramps and other side effects of her endometriosis, knew what you needed and was quick to drop anything for you the same way you had done countless times for her.

Her eyes flitted around your body, like she was looking for what was troubling you. Normally she knew when your period was going to come before you even did, but for it to come at this time was highly unusual. “What’s wrong honey?”

“I think I’ve got my period. I wanted to just deal with it and go back to bed.” You sighed, eyes welling up a bit at the embarrassment of having to be rescued from the bathroom floor and the frustration of it having to deal with it when you weren’t due for another week.

She took you into her arms, and you let out a relieved shaky breath at her just smelling like Leah. The faint scent of her shampoo and soap helped greatly to ground you, but as she pulled away slightly you kept your eyes on the tile, shy under the weight of her worried gaze. Her nail tickled the underside of your chin as she prompted you to meet her eyes, yours still a bit misty.

Taking her appearance in, you giggled wetly and wiped away the few tears that had escaped. Your girlfriend, for all of her beauty, had her fringe sticking up wildly at different angles- looking like she had been electrocuted. To her chagrin, this had upped your mood greatly, the confused look that graced her face at your uncontrollable laughter spurring on your giggles even further. Calming down, your lips stay upturned in what you’re sure is a horribly lovesick smile as you reach your hands up to tenderly brush her hair back into place with your fingers. Letting them fall to the side of her face, you can’t help yourself but to drag the blonde into a heartfelt kiss, leaving her to bracket your legs with her arms to avoid toppling over at your sudden enthusiasm.

Pulling away, her face is left rosy at her realization of her previous appearance and at the tender act of affection so early in the morning- breaking out in a matching dopey smile. Delicately removing herself from your intermingled bodies, she stands and holds her hands out to you. “All right giggly, how about you get cleaned up and we can still have some cuddle time?”

You nod as she delicately helps you to her feet, leading your hands behind her back and letting them go to wrap around you once again- fondly kissing the top of your head as you embrace. In a similar state of undress to you, her bare skin feels wonderful against yours and staves off the slight chill from the cold bathroom tile. Reluctant to break apart, she looks you up and down once again before kissing your cheek for good measure and leaving you. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? I’ll be in the kitchen.”

You snort at the thought of your girlfriend’s cooking abilities, and can hear her yell as she makes her way through your shared apartment. “I heard that!”

Exiting the bathroom, you feel warm at the sight of the bed made, your favorite sweater of hers perched atop the endless blankets that are normally kicked off in favor of your lover’s body heat. Slipping it on and already missing the blonde, you’re happy to find her exactly where she promised.

“All set?” She's stood in front of the stove, and your hands snake around her middle, nodding your head from its resting place between her shoulder blades. Trying to glance at what she’s making from your position, you tiptoe to look over her shoulder but can’t quite get a glimpse. Finding that venture useless at her height and your unwillingness to detach from her to get a proper view, you nuzzle back into your previous position but miss the earlier feeling of her skin on yours.

You’re suddenly very glad for the oversized nature of the sweater she slipped on, as you suddenly slide under the back of it, making her jump at your cold hands. Letting out a satisfied hum at her soft skin warming your forehead, you’re jostled at the way her laughs echo throughout her whole body. “Someone’s clingy today huh?”

You pinch her, making her jump, and your voice comes out muffled from under the fabric. “You promised me cuddles and are now depriving me of them. Don’t think you’re so funny.”

“Come on out grumpy, you have to eat first and then I promise you can get all the cuddles you want.” She coos at you, and you consider pinching her again for her condescending tone but leave the warm cocoon you had created anyways. She turns around, resting her hands on your hips and stunning you with her sly smile that gets her out of the trouble she always finds herself in.

The content that spreads all the way through to your toes is broken when she abruptly places her hands much lower, on your thighs- and hoists you up against her before placing you gently on the counter. You yelp at the action, and smack her arm. “Leah! A little warning would be appreciated!”

The cold bite of the countertop is quickly quelled by the heat emanating from the stove she’s sat you next to. You’re about to complain further before she shuts you up with a hand on your thigh, causing you to suddenly feel much warmer. She shoots you a smirk at the way your words die on your tongue, and you half-heartedly roll your eyes at her, not very convincing with the way your lips can’t help but curl up at the edges. “No more complaints from the missus I see!”

She smiles wider at your lack of response, beginning to rub circles into your skin with one hand, as she turns back to stirring with the other. You glance over at what she’s making and are pleasantly surprised at what looks to be a pretty good assortment for breakfast sandwiches. You soften at the sight of cut up avocado adorning your beat-up cutting board, the girl forever hating anything green but paying attention to your love. Your gaze drifts back to your girlfriend to find her staring intensely at the eggs she’s stirring around, clearly trying her hardest to not let them get too… crispy.

You admire her in the comfortable silence that’s instigated by her concentration, furrowing her brow while placing ingredients gently atop one another. Momentarily, your gaze is brought to her hands as she turns the stove off, moving to dexterously put everything into place. You Blame your heightened hormones for your momentary distraction, as if you aren’t always smitten for the other girl no matter what she does.

Broken out of your daydreaming, she appears in front of you proudly, plate in each hand. You resist the urge to laugh at the way yours is teetering slightly, stacked with almost everything in the kitchen that she knows you enjoy. “Voila! A meal fit for a queen.”

Grateful for her work but also just wanting to be close to the girl, you peck her lips gratefully while stealing your own plate and traveling over to the dining table- her hand gripped tightly in yours. Standing next to her, she quirks a confused eyebrow at you as you prompt her to sit down first. As she does, you place your plate next to her, and promptly sit down right in her lap.

She laughs, but is quick to steady your hips with her hands, maneuvering you onto one of her thighs so that she still has space to eat her own breakfast. “Well hello there beautiful lady! A hello would’ve been nice but I’m sure not complaining.”

“Well I guess when I see such a handsome woman I really just can’t help myself! You can’t blame me!” You punctuate your jest with a pout, moving to place a sweet kiss to her lips before turning to your food. She melts at the gesture, frozen in a stare at your preoccupied form. At the weight of her loving gaze, you once again pinch her, a lot softer than your earlier attack. Snapping out of her stupor, one of her hands reaches for her fork while the other creeps under your sweater- returning to soothing motions over your aching muscles.

Barely able to keep your hands off each other, you both finish your meals in record time, the plates abandoned as you drag her back to your bedroom. Needless to say, she more than fulfills her earlier promise, and for the rest of the day you only leave her arms when she insists on getting you medicine or water. Falling asleep after the fifth movie of the day, you’re sure that she’s the best medicine on the market.

a/n: happy leah day everyone!! this was a super sweet request i couldn't help but to write. they are still open!

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wileys-russo · 1 month

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mothers day II m.earps

another installment of the a date to remember series :) mothers day II m.earps

stirring awake you couldn't quite place why there was a strange feeling settling within you. rubbing your eyes tiredly you gently pryed off your wifes arm from where it lay locked around your torso, leaning over to tap your phone screen.

you frowned seeing it was nearing nine in the morning.

the strange feeling grew a little stronger when you realized you'd self woke for the first time in months, and that it was at least an hour after the time your daughter would normally be bouncing into bed with you and mary.

"mary." you mumbled, turning over and shaking her lightly as she hummed but her eyes stayed closed. "baby, wake up." you jostled her again as she groaned and moved her hand to cover her face.

"why?" she exhaled deeply still refusing to open her eyes. "its nine." you frowned at her as she moved her hand and cracked one eye open. "so? love its a sunday and we have nothing on. why are we awake?" mary sighed, hands grabbing at your shirt and pulling your body tightly against her own again.

"mary, its nine. when have we ever slept in this late without being woken up??" you pushed, mary pausing for a moment before she seemed to wake up a little more. "delilah." she realised, turning to get out of bed and letting out a scream which had you covering your ears.

"mary!" you smacked her for the noise as she recoiled back into you, and thats when you realised the two of you weren't in bed alone. "alessia?" you spat out in disbelief, reaching over and poking at the blonde lump curled up on the very edge of the mattress.

"would you both shut up? its too early!" alessia groaned, pushing her head under the pillow as you sat up. "why the hell are you in our bed alessia!" mary scoffed, kicking at her and ripping the covers away as the striker sighed tiredly.

"ella broke in, woke me up, forced me into her car, drove me here, told me to get into bed and here i am." alessia mumbled a very vague apology. "ella is here too?" you sighed in disbelief, a squeal sounding as mary shoved the younger girl out of bed sending her thumping to the floor.

"mary!" alessia sat up with a scowl, running a hand through her hair as your wife huffed and tugged the blanket back up and over her own body. "no, out!" mary barked at alessia who tried to get back in, pointing to the door as the blonde scowled.

"less why are you and ella in our house at nine in the morning on a sunday?" you asked rubbing your face with your hands. "how would i know!" alessia threw her hands up with wide eyes. "well...because we woke up and you were in bed with us and you don't live here!" mary growled with a glare.

"please just take ella and get out. i love you both very much but when we gave you both a spare key it was not for this!" you warned sternly as alessia rolled her eyes but held her hands up, making her way out of the room.

"love i warned you the pair of em are like stray cats. you feed them, show a little love, welcome them in and suddenly they're pissing on your floor, scratching up the carpet and shitting on your doorstep!" mary grunted, moving so her head rested on your lap as she hugged your bare leg.

"i'm more worried about our kitchen being burned down if ella is left to her own devices, do you remember when she insisted on having us over for a roast?" you chuckled at the memory as mary nodded.

"god don't babe i feel sick just thinking about it." your wife moaned, the pair of you getting a fierce bout of food poisoning after the meal.

"i'll go investigate and check on lilah so you can have your beauty rest." you chuckled, your wife gratefully patting your leg with a hum, rolling off you and onto her back. "have i told you how much i love you?" mary smiled lazily as you raised an eyebrow.

"not this morning." you hinted, mary only closing her eyes and grinning as you hit her with a scoff. "i love you very very much mrs earps." mary sang out, blowing you a kiss as you stood from the bed and rolled your eyes.

you frowned when you poked your head into your daughters room finding it empty, her bed neatly made as if she hadn't even spent the night sleeping in it.

rounding the corner you were surprised again to see alessia sat on one of the chairs from the dining table, effectively blocking your entrance to your living room and kitchen.

"less i thought i said-" "i know! but i have been informed by the boss of the house that its my job to make sure neither you or mary come in for another..." she checked the watch on her wrist with narrowed eyes, clearly referring to your daughter.

"eleven minutes at least. so back to bed you go, everything is all under control!" alessia assured with a charming smile, wincing at the sound of something very obviously smashing behind her and hushed whispers that followed.

"all under control! i promise." alessia crossed her fingers over her heart and scurried off to investigate as you sighed but retreated back to bed none the less.

"status report?" your wife mumbled as you slipped back into bed, latching onto her with a shake of your head. "we're banned from leaving the room for another eleven minutes at least, they're all up to something." you cuddled into her side with a shake of your head.

"well...there's a lot that can happen in eleven minutes." mary near purred as you craned your head back a little to see her smiling suggestively down at you, wiggling her eyebrows for extra effect which only made you laugh.

"down girl! you're not getting anything with our daughters a hundred or so metres away." you teased as mary pouted and you playfully rolled your eyes, the two of you falling into conversation as you messed about with her fingers which interlocked with your own.

you both looked up at a knock at the door, a second passing before it flung open and a body was zooming toward you at high speed, clambering up the edge of the bed and jumping down on top of you both.

"happy mothers day!" delilah sung out with a face splitting grin, wiggling herself in between the two of you as mary kissed all over her face and your daughters giggles filled the room.

"lilah mothers day is next sunday baby." you smiled a little in confusion, moving her flyaways out of her face.

"i know. but mama has a game and she has to go to london so we don't get the whole day together. so i decided today is mothers day, happy mothers day!" your daughter sung out again, flinging herself on top of you in a tight hug as you laughed.

both you and mary were again interrupted by a knock at the door, glancing up to see ella hovering in the doorway with a proud grin. "your table awaits mrs and mrs earps." the younger girl gestured with a deep bow, delilah scampering off you and dropping to the floor.

"should we be scared?" mary whispered as you both rolled out of bed. "oh terrified." you confirmed with a nod before smiling and pecking her lips a few times.

"no more kissin! come on." this didn't seem to please your daughter who grabbed one of each of your hands, trying to yank you out of the room as you both dug your heels in a little.

"ewww hurry up!" delilah groaned as you and mary exchanged a few more kisses, purposefully slow as delilah grunted and struggled to yank the two of you out of the room.

eventually giving in your daughter perked up as you both allowed her to pull you away and toward the kitchen and living room. "happy mothers day!" delilah sang out again as you arrived to a perfectly set table, little name cards dictating who sat where.

"oh tiny, this is very very thoughtful." mary melted, squatting down and drawing your daughter into a very tight hug. "did it cause i love ya!" delilah beamed, placing a wet kiss to your wifes cheek as you dropped down next to hug her tight, marys arm wrapping around your shoulder as you shared a proud smile.

"mama sits here." delilah grunted as she pulled out the chair and mary sat down. "mummy sits here." she pulled out the next chair as you sat down, hiding a smile and shuffling your chair in a little hearing delilahs little puffs and pants of effort to do so.

"lessi sits here." delilah ducked past the blonde who was already sat, patting her leg happily as alessia smiled. "because she's my godmother, so she gets mothers day too." delilah clarified with a wag of her finger as you and mary ohhed dramatically and nodded.

"i think i might cry." alessia spoke bluntly as you reached across to squeeze her shoulder. "where do you and el sit babe?" you questioned your daughter curiously. "we don't! chefs don't eat with the guests mummy." delilah rolled her eyes and scurried off to the kitchen.

"breakfast is served!" ella sang out happily, placing down yours and marys plates with another bow as delilah very carefully handed alessia her own. the three of you shared a look as ella and delilah hurried back to the kitchen.

"the bacons raw." alessia winced. "theres shells and whole peppercorns in the scrambled egg." mary added on. "is this...edible?" you frowned poking at the green garnish which looked suspiciously like grass.

"now the coffees!" delilah cheered happily as ella carefully placed down iced lattes in front of you and alessia and a long black in front of mary.

"because a coffee a day keeps grumpy mama away." delilah recounted matter of factly your own words making you snicker and your wife shoot you a playful glare, knocking her shoulder into hers.

mary choked a little as she sipped on her coffee, covering it out with a hum and a smile at delilah who lit up, gesturing for all three of you to start eating. a cautious glance shared between the table you all stabbed various forkfuls of food.

"oh its so good lilah!" you forced out, a sharp crunch bouncing around your mouth at the combination of eggshells, peppercorns and...dirt? which confirmed the garnish was indeed grass.

"very...crunchy!" alessia offered a smile with a nod, forcing herself to swallow with a slightly pained expression. "bacon is so good tiny, so good." mary winced as she swallowed her own mouthful, delilahs face beaming with pride as she jumped and clapped her hands together.

"hey you're not eating anything?" you questioned, more directed at ella who scooped up your daughter. "we already had cereal! aunty ella and i have...other things to do." delilah gave the brunette a grin who pulled a silly face and carried her out of the room.

the moment the door swung shut all three of you spat out the food in your mouths, mary hurrying to grab a bottle of water and chugging half before handing it to you which was then passed onto less.

"a for effort?" you sighed out, prodding at the meal with your fork. "they wouldn't let me help." alessia sighed apologetically, sipping on her coffee and paling, spitting it right back out with a firm shake of her head as you reached for your own.

"i think we're on a timer here, hurry!" mary hurried over with a rubbish bag, holding it open as all three of you scraped off your plates, glancing to the kitchen door every few seconds as alessia poured the coffees down the sink and washed away the evidence.

you were just tying a knot in the rubbish bag when the door burst open and the other two returned, the bag stashed under the table quickly as alessia sat back down.

"present time!" delilah announced, ella very carefully following after her with a few gifts in hand. "did you enjoy your breakfast mama?" your daughter asked hopefully spotting all three of your clean plates.

"i did! was that uh, was that grass you used to make the eggs look pretty?" mary asked with a cautious smile as again the four year old grabbed a hand each and pulled you both to your feet.

"yeah! but don't worry i washed it."

"well thank god for that." mary quipped sarcastically as you shot her a warning glare and pinched her arm, delilah thankfully too excited to note that insincere tone as you both took a seat on the sofa, accepting the gifts handed to you by ella.

"mummy first." your daughter nodded toward you, bouncing happily on the balls of her feet with a gleeful grin as ella sat down at the table with alessia.

"did you wrap these lilah? very very good. maybe we can get you a job working for santa next year!" you teased with a wink, carefully peeling off the paper as the four year old giggled.

you melted the moment your eyes laid on it, mary moving a hand to rub your back as you stared at the mug in silence. "i painted it! look." you opened your arms a little as delilah climbed up and into your lap, settling herself on one of your knees.

"this is me, you, mama and our house. then this is a football and i have my tutu on, and you have a little whistle cause you always coach me at dancing, and mama has her special gloves on cause they make her happy. and it says best mummy ever!" delilah explained pointing to the various little pictures painted on the large white mug.

"now when you have your coffee or tea if you're ever sad or grumpy or tired you can look at it and you can feel happy again!" delilah beamed as you squished her in a tight hug. "can't breathe!" she whined as you shook your head, shaking her a little and showering her face with kissses.

"like it?" she asked hopefully. "love it. best present ever from the best daughter ever!" you managed to get out without crying, dangerously close to cracking as you held it together as your daughter leaned up to kiss your cheek and wriggled out of your grip.

"mamas turn." she spun around and mary braced as delilah jumped into her lap now, wiggling about until she was comfortable and gesturing for mary to open hers.

"is it a football? feels like a new football." mary shook the package teasingly as delilah rolled her eyes. "no! open it."

"oo what about a car? is it a new car? babe i hope its a new car!" mary gasped as now you rolled your eyes with a smile and delilah groaned. "mama open it!" she huffed, smacking marys arm who grinned and kissed the top of her head before carefully peeling it open.

your hand flew to cover your mouth as a small wave of glitter came flying out as she did so, raining down all over the carpet as you watched alessia and ella do the same to cover up their laughter.

in marys hands were a pair of goal keeping gloves but not just any gloves, these were special gloves.

delilah had clearly made an effort to jazz them up as they were slapped with every colour of glitter you could imagine, clearly still a little wet as mary carefully tugged away the last of the paper and winced as a large dollop of glue dropped down onto her leg but at your daughters insistence she pulled them on trying to hide her disgust at the wet feeling.

"i was gonna just do united colours and england colours but then i didn't wanna leave out the other colours so used all the colours. and now you have special gloves for your big matches so if you're nervous you can wear them and think of me and not be nervous!" delilah explained, face plastered with a grin as mary and you shared a smile.

"they're perfect tiny. just like you!" mary also squeezed the life out of delilah in a hug, both of you attacking her face with kisses as delilah squealed and fought to get away, eventually dropping to the floor.

"now wait here." your daughter warned sternly, hands on hips shifting a serious frown between you and mary who both promised you'd stay put, delilah racing off with ella and alessia in tow.

"we made her." you laughed out in disbelief, smiling at your wife whose face near split into two with a grin. "hell yeah we did. go team earps!" mary hollered happily holding up her glove clad hand for a high five.

"nice try baby, you can keep your glitter to yourself." you teased, leaning over to sweetly kiss her but ducking out of the way as her hands moved to carress your face. "oh but my love sharing is caring?" mary smiled wickedly and before you could get away she'd tugged you into her body.

"i just want to touch my very sexy wife to show her how much i love her on mothers day! don't you love me baby?" mary teased, copping a feel and causing you to squeal as she cupped your boobs leaving glitter all over the two of you as you fought to get away.

"really!" you both broke apart and you smacked mary on the shoulder who stuck her tongue out, ella and alessia marching over with delilah perched on alessia's back.

"we leave you two alone for five minutes and now you've gone and made a mess." alessia sighed with a shake of her head, sending both of you an unimpressed dirty look which your daughter copied.

"look at the state of ya both! and the carpet!" ella moaned running her hands down her face with a huff. "pair of yas, go shower and change! theres clothes already in the bathroom. go!" ella ordered sternly a both you and mary stood, scalded as if you were a couple of naughty kids as mary very carefully removed the gloves and left them on the table at alessia's request, ella racing off to get the vacuum.

"no funny business you two." alessia warned, pointing menacingly as you made your way toward the bathroom. "yeah and be quick with it! lilahs got a full schedule planned and the pair of ya will not mess it up, mothers day or not." ella yelled out from the living room as mary rolled her eyes and tugged you into the bathroom.

"robes?" you questioned at the 'clothes' laid out, closing the door behind you. "judging by the amount of things missing from our cabinets i have a sneaky suspicion we're getting makeovers and a spa day?" mary laughed as she closed the mirrored doors which had been left open.

"hurry up then queen of stops, you heard the kids we're on a schedule." mary could barely turn around before your glitter covered pyjamas smacked her in the face and you were turning on the shower and stepping in.

your laughter was drowned out by the sound of running water as your wife almost tripped over in her haste to strip down, stepping in after you and promptly pressing your back against the cool tiles, lips ravishing your neck.

"no funny business earps." you warned teasingly feeling her chuckle against your skin, teeth tugging teasingly on your earlobe as your breath hitched and she palmed your ass in her hands. "well good because in about..." your wife pulled away to check an imaginary watch making you roll your eyes.

"...four and a half minutes, i don't think its laughter i'll be pulling from that pretty mouth my love. and remember, we're on a tight schedule."

#woso #woso community #mary earps x reader #mary earps #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso blurbs #engwnt

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emmyrosee · 10 months

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Hey if you’re ever not busy can you do a Suna fic where he just got his wisdom teeth removed😭I’ve seen it done on so many haikyuu characters but Suna and I think it’s so cute. You also write him the best😓

THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS AND THE ADORABLE PROMPT 😭💖💖💖

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The nurse told you that they’d used a strong anesthetic because of how impacted his teeth were, but when it took them quite a few times to finally wake him up, you knew you were in for a ride.

Rintaro always hated the dentist. Always. He blames it on childhood trauma (he didn’t have any. He never brushed his teeth and that was his problem) but up until last night, months after his dentist told him he’d need an extraction as soon as possible, he’d been trying to get out of it.

Deep down, seeing him so relaxed in the chair was a relief. The teeth were out, now he has to heal. Easy enough.

You smile as you make your way over to his slowly waking body, taking his hand gently in yours to be the first thing when he woke up. Kissing the knuckles finally had him stirring, and he blinked those bleary green eyes open at you, you practically saw the hearts forming in them.

“Morning, sunshine,” you coo, moving your free hand over to card the messy locks of hair from his face. “How do you feel?”

He tries to speak, but it comes out as a croaky ‘guhhh’ and from a few feet away, the nurse chuckles.

“He’ll have some nasty cotton mouth- literally- for the next few days, but communication should be normal as he starts to wake up,” she says, snapping the gloves off her hands. Then, she passes you the care directions, “no rush. If you need anything, just press the buzzer.” At this point, Rintaro has taken the liberty of grabbing all the gauze he can to put in his mouth. You assume it’s to absorb all the spittle.

“No, no honey,” you chuckle, gently grabbing his hands and pulling the damp cloth out easily. “Be careful. We can change your gauze when we get home.”

“I ‘ont wonna shange my gods,” he mumbles, resting his hands on yours. “‘Ike my gods.”

“Gauze, baby,” you titter. You lean over to plant some kissed onto his forehead, hoping your affections will ease him back more. “The nurse said you might be woozy when you stand, so let’s take it slow okay?”

“Yesh, bosh,” he slurs out. He blinks his foggy eyes before letting them wander around the room, over the sharp objects and wooden cupboards, all before wandering back to you. They widen before a brow quirks in confusion, "who're you 'gain?"

"Me?" You snicker. "I'm the one who's gonna keep you alive for the next few days. Your parents are away, so you're stuck with me." You turn your head slightly, "though that may be the other way around."

"Keep me 'live?" Now, he gives you a small, messy smirk. "'re too schexy to keep me 'live."

"Are you hitting on me?"

He doesn't answer you. Instead, he lets out a small string of laughter, head rolling around his neck in haze. You snort before opting to move him up and out of the room, "come on Romeo. Before you pass out on me."

"nuh-uh," he argues. You, however, choose to ignore him.

It's hard to pay attention when there's a pile of 185 centimeter man on your right shoulder, saying goodbye to every hygienist, dentist, secretary, patron, and flower on the sidewalk on the way to the car. There's a slurp from the spittle in his mouth that rings in your ear and makes you want to gag, but you chose to count some of your blessings.

He's at least mobile- unlike the horror stories you've heard about Osamu falling asleep in the seat while Atsumu wailed about the bandaid on his arm.

Finally, you and your oaf are able to make it to the car, his eyes closed in an attempt to sleep, and you jostle him awake slightly.

"I need you to work with me just a bit longer, okay?"

"When'd we get ousside?" He slurs.

"Not long after you said goodbye to the flowers," you say, rolling your eyes. "Watch your head, babe."

He ducks under your guiding palm, but you're not fast enough before he bumps the crown of his head against the door frame, mumbling a soft "ow" before moving on. It takes everything in your power to not laugh at his poor expense.

"It's because you've got such a big melon head, booger," you tease, and he smiles softly.

"'Ike mewons."

"I know baby."

You buckle him in before closing the door. You give yourself a stretch before heading to the driver's side.

You hadn't had him out of your sight for 25 seconds before you open the door and see him with your chapstick, completely rolled up and making a move towards his mouth.

He's either eating it, or trying to apply it.

Neither sounds like a good idea.

“Rintaro!” You scold, reaching for the chapstick. “You can’t eat that! You’ll get sick!”

“You’re th'ick,” he grumbles, but he does release his hold on your chapstick. His head thunks back against the headrest, letting you buckle while he says one more round of goodbyes to the flowers.

"Gonna nap," he murmurs, and you chose not to fight him on it. "Don't pick mah nothe."

"Why the hell would I do that?" You ask, laughing as you start the car.

He doesn't answer you. He's too busy letting his jaw slack open and let out the wheeziest of snores. You put your hand on his thigh and squeeze lovingly, allowing the hum of the engine and warmth from the sun lull him to sleep.

He's out, he's comfortable, and you can't wait to tell him about how, even drugged out of his mind, he still tried to put the moves on you.

You'll have to leave out the head smacking, though. Let him blame himself for that bruising.

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finntheehumaneater · 4 months

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I owe you a black-eye and two kisses (pt 2)

(Part one) (part three)

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more of my writing here

CW: smoking, language, some slurs

(Not everyone I tagged here asked to be tagged, but they did express interest in it, so let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in future parts)

Eddie tried to walk slower as Steve stumbled behind him, back to the parking lot off the back of the school where he had left his van. He felt kind of bad for Steve, but then again, this guy had always been an asshole to him. He didn’t know why it stung to watch his glassy eyes dart around the ground as he went, making sure he didn’t trip over anything.

He hopped over the curb and onto the concrete, holding his hand out to catch Steve as the guy practically fell over the small drop. And he said he had walked here? No wonder the knees of his jeans were all scraped up.

Eddie’s cheeks heated as he awkwardly helped Steve limp over to the passenger’s door of the van. If he knew he would have been driving someone else, he would have at least tidied up a bit. It wasn’t that messy, but the blankets were bundled up on the mattress in the back, and the whole place smelled like cigarette smoke and whatever tea Wayne had left out on the counter for him when he woke up. He opened the door for Steve and watched as Steve clambered inside, wincing as he hunched over in the seat, hand on his stomach. He totally wasn’t only aware of that because he had been looking at the way Steve’s shirt clung to him too tightly. It couldn’t have been his. Steve didn’t look like the kind of guy to listen to Madonna. It probably belonged to some girl he was hooking up with.

Eddie walked over to the driver's side and grabbed a cigarette from the cup holder on the side of the door as he got in, holding it out to Steve. Steve hesitated, but eventually took it, and Eddie handed him the lighter, starting the car. Steve fumbled with it for a moment, and Eddie sighed, taking it from him and lighting the cigarette for Steve before putting it back in the pocket of his jacket.

He was mostly quiet as Eddie drove, which Eddie was thankful for. He didn’t need to listen to Steve complain about the state of his van or the empty cigarette boxes stuffed in front of the passenger seat—no one ever rode with him, save his uncle, who didn’t care how the van looked, as long as it still worked. Steve didn’t look like he hated this, though, because he was leaning against the window with his eyes closed, forehead pressed to the glass and his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. He looked almost at peace.

Eddie guessed it was probably because he knew he was going to be rid of him soon—back to his big fancy house with his big driveway and his nicer car. And just because he could, Eddie reached over to the glovebox, rummaging around the cassettes until he found one that he knew Steve was going to hate.

He put it in and tried to turn it down as quickly as he could, so that Steve could rest a while, because he did look tired—but Steve still jolted awake when it started.

“Sorry, sorry,” Eddie said lightly, finally turning the music down to a softer volume. He felt bad, which was weird. Because of course he had to be sympathetic towards the person who had called him a queer and a fag all his life—who had glared at him in hallways. He had never actually touched Eddie, but words still fucking hurt. It’s not like Steve was wrong, though. He was a fag.

Steve blinked slightly, and Eddie looked back at the road, hearing Steve sigh and go to touch at his face, but he winced. Eddie glanced over again, trying not to take his eyes off of the road for too long. It was kind of dark, now, and there wasn’t really anyone else out there driving, since it was a Saturday.

“You alright? I’ve probably got some pain killers in here,” Eddie muttered, turning a corner as slowly as he could so that Steve didn’t get jostled around too much.

“S’fine,” Steve muttered, but his voice was tight like he was about to cry again, and all of this felt too weird for Eddie. Steve Harrington didn’t cry, let alone in front of someone who he hated. Eddie pulled the car over and ignored Steve’s small noise of protest as he climbed into the back, rummaging around his bag for a minute, nearly tripping over one of the blankets.

“Do you sleep in here?”

Eddie’s head snapped up and he squinted slightly at Steve. “What?”

“In your van.”

“I have a fucking house,” Eddie snapped, glaring at Steve. “I’m not that poor.”

Steve flinched slightly, looking away, and Eddie went back to looking for the pain meds. Maybe he should just leave it and get back to driving. The sooner he could drop Steve off, the better. Still, he kept looking and eventually found them, grabbing the water bottle tucked away under one of the blankets. It was kind of warm, but it would have to do.

He tossed it to Steve and handed him the pill-bottle, climbing back into the driver’s seat and kicking the blanket off of his shoe as he sat back down, straightening out his hair. “There.”

He saw Steve nod as he took the pills, nearly coughing and spitting it back out, and Eddie reached over to pat his back slightly, sighing. “Jesus, Harrington, don’t choke.”

Steve coughed again, tucking his face into his arm, his eyes brimming with tears. “I-I’m okay. I’m okay.”

Eddie moved his hand, sitting back properly in his seat and turning the music up a bit now that he knew Steve was awake. He started to drive again, and Steve pressed a hand against his chest, taking a deep breath.

Eddie huffed. “What’s wrong now, hm?”

“Nothing,” Steve bit back, and there it was. The guy could only pretend to be nice for so long. “Just—don’t take me home.”

Eddie paused, glancing over at Steve again so quickly that the car swerved slightly, and Steve gripped into the armrest of the seat for a moment before Eddie looked back and straightened them out. “Don’t take you home?”

“Just—just drop me off here, okay? My parents aren’t there, and Robin’s parents aren’t letting her leave the house, and—a-and I can’t be alone right now. Please.” And fuck, Steve was practically begging, now, his hand gripping at Eddie’s shoulder in a way that hurt. He looked panicked.

Eddie forced himself to relax and gently pried Steve’s hand off of him, placing it on Steve’s thigh and patting it lightly. “Come home with me.”

“What?”

“Harrington—you can barely keep your eyes open, and you’re…you’re hurt. Stay the night with me. Wayne knows fuck-all about medicine, he can take a look at you, okay? And then in the morning I’ll drop you off at….?”

“Dustin’s,” Steve answered quickly. “Dustin Henderson.”

Eddie looked Steve over. He had heard talk that Steve had gone soft—stopped being such a bitch and actually treated people like people—but no way in hell was he going to believe that. Still, Eddie felt kind of bad about his appearance. His hair didn’t look as nice as it always did.

“Fine. But you’ll have to tell me how to get there.”

Steve nodded and Eddie pulled into someone else’s driveway—one of the nice fancy houses, but it didn’t look like Steve’s. Not that he would know what Steve’s house looked like. He had never been there.

“And don’t piss Wayne off, okay?” Eddie warns, reaching over to shove Steve’s shoulder lightly, and Steve winces, but smiles slightly. “He doesn’t like me bringing people home. You’re lucky, sweetheart.”

“Am I?” Steve whispered, rubbing his shoulder slightly. He must have been pretty fucked up for that to hurt, Eddie thought to himself, looking back at the road.

“Yep. You can have the couch.”

“Mmm,” Steve hummed, leaning back against the chair. “This how you treat all your girls, Munson?”

“I would, but there are no girls,” Eddie replies, his voice almost too bitter, even though he knew Steve was joking. “But you already knew that. Right, Harrington?”

Steve shrunk into himself, nodding. He hesitated, before sighing and rubbing a hand over his bruised face gently. “I don’t—you have a bed in the back of your car. S’why I asked earlier. I didn’t mean to piss you off or anything. I was just worried.”

“Worried,” Eddie repeated, trying to make himself sound less pissed off, because Steve looked upset—and guilty—enough, and Eddie didn’t want to make him feel worse.

“Yeah. Thought your Uncle might’ve kicked you out, or something.”

Wayne wouldn’t have done that, but Steve wasn’t completely insane for thinking it. He and Eddie argued a lot—and it seemed to happen in public more than anything—so most assumed that Eddie would be out of the trailer within a few weeks, and he’d have to find someone else to bother. But then months would pass, and he’d still be hanging around. Wayne loved him, even if he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to, really. He was the closest to family that Eddie had, now.

“He can’t get rid of me, even if he tried, Stevie,” Eddie said lightly, forcing a smile and a wink—and Steve smiled back, but his eyes were still glassy and his hands were shaking, his breath uneven.

“Okay.”

“This doesn’t mean we’re friends. Got that? M’just helping out for tonight, Alright? Tomorrow you’re outta here and we go back to hating each other.”

Eddie couldn’t help but notice the disappointment in Steve’s eyes as he glanced over again. The way he wiped at his eyes, agitating blood-dried skin.

Steve nodded again. “Yeah. Alright.”

Hallo!!! So, part one got way more attention than I thought it would, so I wrote this super fucking fast because I was excited. I don’t know how many more parts this will have, but I do have a part three planned out :)

as always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thanks for reading! <3

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dancingdonatello · 1 year

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Hi!!! I saw your one shot of Donnie x reader where reader have a soft shell pet turtle.

Can you please make one more but with leo? Female!reader with male pet turtle, bet leo will be jealous.

rise leo x female reader (but it’s rlly gn tbh)

Leo’s scream woke you right up.

You vaguely remembered being jostled awake by the bed moving and then Leo apologising and saying he had to take a leak. Which, gross, but who were you to judge?

You had drifted right back off immediately.

You were convinced you would’ve managed to get a good full night of sleep, but Leo just had to prove you wrong.

His scream woke you right up and you were flying out of the bed and running straight to his scream.

You found him in a room you hadn’t let him in before. It was your pet turtle’s room. Suddenly, you felt as thought you’d have a migraine soon.

“You have some explaining to do!” Leo whipped around once he heard your footsteps, pointing a finger at your nose.

“Um… okay?”

Leo held out his sword. “En garde!” You looked down to see your pet turtle blink slowly before walking away. “Coward!”

“Leo, will you stop it?” You leaned down to pick up the turtle. You cradled it in your arms protectively.

“You never hold me like that!” Leo slowly put his sword on his back but didn’t move his glare away from the turtle. “Have I been the side piece this whole time?”

“Leo, it’s three in the morning.” You placed the slider back into its little pool of water. “Can we please go back to bed?”

“After I found out you had another man just hiding in the house?! Absolutely not!” You grabbed him by his mask tails and began to drag him out. “Okay! Okay!”

You let go and allowed him to follow you back to bed. You collapsed into your mattress, letting out a deep sigh. “Leo, I thought something bad happened when you screamed.”

“I did not… scream. I shouted. There’s a difference.” He flopped down onto your back, possessively wrapping and tangling his limbs around your body. If you even so much as twitched, he tightened his grip.

“Leo…” You groaned.

“Either we lay like this or I kick the man out of the house,” he threatened.

“You cannot kick Shelly out of here. I’ve had him for years.”

“Years?!” Leo sounded incredulous. “You’ve had another man for years and didn’t think of telling me?”

You were not going to be able to sleep tonight. You already knew it. Not with how he possessively dug his chin into your skin or how he shrieked in your ear.

fanart of this

donnie | raph | mikey

#rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #leonardo x reader #rise leo x reader #leonardo hamato x reader #rise leonardo x reader

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celtic-crossbow · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023

No. 11 Animal trap | No. 19 “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Prison Era

Warnings: Injury (mild descriptions)

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

“Watch yer step, I said. Traps ev’rywhere, I said.” Daryl continued to mutter in annoyance under his breath as you reached out to push the thin branches out of the way. Your eyes might be permanently rolled by the time the two of you made it back to the prison.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, Daryl!” And you hadn’t. The trap was covered in leaves and sticks, not easily visible especially while you were skirting around another trap you had managed to spot.

When it had snapped shut on your ankle, you could only remember the white hot agony that had taken control of your psyche. After that was a blur. Glimpses of Daryl’s panicked face, his mouth moving with urgency but no sound registering. The trap hitting a tree with enough force to shave off a large patch of bark. Upside down walkers reaching for you with their decaying hands.

You woke up in Daryl’s arms, pressed tightly against his chest in a bridal carry, with him muttering curses and off handed comments about women never listening. Your leg throbbed. Not just your ankle but the entire limb felt swollen and heavy, tendrils of pain with every pulse of your heart.

“I know ya didn’ do it on purpose!” He snapped, his hold tightening so he could jump across a small ditch. Even in his exasperation, he did his best to avoid jostling you or causing you any further discomfort.

“Then why are you mad at me?” You shot back, quickly losing your patience.

“I ain’t mad!”

“Could’ve fooled me.” You mumbled, earning a growl that vibrated against you.

“Shut it!”

“So not mad. This is your happy face, right?” You were poking the bear. You knew that, but sometimes that man could be insufferable!

“If ya’d jus’ listen fer five goddamn seconds!”

“I was listening!”

“Then why m’I haulin’ yer lame ass through the woods?”

“I didn’t ask to be carried!”

“Was I jus’ s’posed ta leave ya there fer them walkers then?”

Your hands went to your hair, fingers tangling in the tresses like you were about to start ripping out chunks. “Put me down!” You shouted, past the point of caring whether or not your outburst would attract walkers.

“Stop.”

“Daryl Dixon, put me down!” You gave him a moment to comply before you started throwing yourself around in his hold, nearly knocking him off balance. He lost his grip under your knees, but you were lucky enough to catch your weight on the uninjured foot, gathering your bearings before shoving away from him. “I’ll get myself back.”

“Y/N.” The archer stood back and watched you struggle, one hand instinctively reaching out each time you stumbled. “C’mon, Y/N, don’ be stupid.”

“No!” You pointed a finger at him, finding a twisted satisfaction in seeing him take a step back. “Stupid would be staying here with you while you belittle me for something that was clearly an accident!” A tree helped you remain upright while you looked through the available limbs on the ground. Grabbing one that appeared long and sturdy enough to hold you, you leaned in it. It didn’t allow you to take nearly enough weight off your throbbing ankle but you’d make do. “No, Daryl, I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

“Y/N, le’s jus’ go.”

“Go ahead. Don’t let me stand in your way.” With your trusty walking stick, you began the long trek back to the prison— and made it two agonizing steps before the stick snapped and you were flat on your face in a pile of dirty leaves and twigs. “Fuck!” Your anger ebbed away, morphing into pain and helplessness that left fat tears descending from your eyes.

You could hear the leaves crunching under the archer’s boots as he approached, meaning he wanted you to know he was near. The man could move like a ghost when he wanted. You wiped your eyes and he was kneeling in front of you when you opened them.

“Go away.” You sniffled.

“Y’alrigh’?” He began plucking leaves and twigs from your disheveled hair, ending with his knuckles tracing down your jaw.

“It hurts. Bad.” You sounded like a child but were beyond caring. You just wanted to get back to your cell, crawl onto your thin mattress, and hide under your itchy blanket until the world ended again.

“I know it does.” Daryl checked the surroundings quickly before focusing on you once again. “M’sorry. I was bein’ a dick.”

You nodded. “You were.”

“Y’ain’t stupid neither. Stubborn as a mule but not stupid.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “Ya let me carry ya now?”

“Promise you won’t bitch the entire way back?”

“Promise not ta bitch the entire way. Jus’ most of it.”

You chuckled and shook your head, reaching for his hand. The archer pulled you upright and swept his arm beneath your knees to lift you to his chest. You allowed your head to rest against his shoulder, smiling to yourself.

“Daryl?”

“Hmm?”

“How can I be stubborn as a mule when you’re the only jackass for miles?”

“Tha’s it, yer walkin’ back.”

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chaotic-on-main · 4 months

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Shoveling Snow with Levi

moodboard and drabble oneshot for @humanitys-strongest-bamf who requested shoveling snow and hot tea snuggles with Levi <3

content: fluff, modern au, established relationship, marriage, winter

word count: ~1.3k

Levi is the kind of man who will do all of the hard chores, even though you're very much capable of doing so. Shoveling snow is one of those. To be honest, you didn't mind because shoveling snow was the worst part of winter next to having to drive in it. But it means time away from your newly wedded husband, and for that you were sad about it.

On this particular day, Levi awoke to a few feet of new accumulation staring right back at him from the window. The weather forecast predicted no such thing so he grumbles something under his breath, unfortunately waking you up for the day. He feels you stirring and rolls over to see your face half covered from the plush pillow, a sleepy eye peeking over the navy blue cloth.

“Sorry, Love. I didn't mean to wake you.” Levi says softly as he inches closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist just to pull you into him. His bare chest is warm from being under the sheets all night. The gentle beating of his heart threatens to lull you to sleep again, but you remember the grumbling that woke you up in the first place.

“What's wrong?” You ask, muffled from being pressed up against his chest.

“It snowed a lot last night, so I need to shovel. Again.” You can already feel the scowl that pulls on Levi's soft lips.

“No. We're staying inside all day. You said.” You whine back, snaking your own arms around him to keep him close. You wouldn't let him go, not ever.

“That was before I knew the forecaster was a liar.” Levi grumbles yet again.

“The weather is unpredictable, you know that.”

“Tch. If I don't take care of it, then it will just melt and make it worse. Do you want to fall on your ass like last year?”

“That's not fair, I was distracted!”

“A cat running down the sidewalk is not a valid excuse when you could have been paying attention to where you were going.” Levi chuckles and rests his chin on the top of your head before kissing it softly.

“Mean. And to be fair, he had a bow in his mouth and he was really cute.” You whisper, a smile still appearing despite the silly comments.

You both lie there a little longer, the only noises in the bedroom coming from the soft exhales you both made as well as the little wall clock on the opposite side of the room. You're almost about to fall back asleep until you're jostled awake by Levi pulling away from you. You do your best to grab him and bring him back but he's too strong for you. Before you know it, you're staring at Levi's muscular back.

“I won't be long.” He says as he stands up and stretches his arms above his head. His back and arms flex from the movement and you can't help but stare. Oh how you wish you could trail kisses down them right now. But you didn't have time for that.

“I'm coming with you.” You state matter-of-factly as you rip off your sheets in a dramatic show of display. You wish you hadn't as the winter morning air bites at your bare skin, but you had to make a point. Pushing yourself out of bed, you turn and stare at Levi with a look of determination.

“You hate shoveling.” Levi states back. He makes his way over to the closet to grab some winter clothing.

“I do. But you promised me hot tea and movies today and I'll be damned if this stops us. It will make it go faster.” You shrug as you follow Levi's steps.

Eventually, you and your husband are both fitted for the snow. He helps lace up your snow boots and you do the same for him. You look like you're ready for some miscellaneous winter sport, but unfortunately you were heading out for something far worse.

Shoveling sucks. Ten minutes in, you can already feel your arms burning and your back aching from bending at such an odd angle. Levi told you to only worry about the walkway connecting the front porch to the driveway. It's a small section compared to his and yet you're still struggling. You're doing your best to slow your breathing and take your time but you still feel sweat starting to accumulate. This chore is enough to make athletes question their fitness, you think.

About an hour passes until you're both done. You collapse into the snow, reveling in the cool that permeates the cloth beneath you. The sky is a brilliant blue with a few low clouds in the sky, no doubt the traces left behind last night's snow.

“I thought you said you wanted hot chocolate and movies.” Levi says as he steps over to you. His shadow covers your face and all you see now is his pretty features with a sun halo around his head.

“I do! I'm just waiting to see if death is going to take me now or later.”

Levi holds his hand out to you and you take it. He pulls you up like you're air and steadies your body to keep you from falling head first the other way. His nose and cheeks are rosy pink from the cold and you reach up to touch his face with your palm. He really is pretty.

“Something on my face?” His gray eyes almost look blue from the reflection of the afternoon sky and bright white snow.

“Yeah, your face. I like it.”

“You're so weird.”

“Yeah, but you like it.”

“Do I?”

“Well you better. You’re stuck with this forever.” You laugh at his stoic expression with one raised eyebrow.

“Just go inside already. Take a warm shower while I get some tea started.” He shakes his head at you as you start to walk away. He calls your name at the same time you feel his gloved hand wrap around your arm.

In just a few seconds, he pulls you into him and is tilting your chin with his other hand towards his face. His lips meet yours gently, the warmth of it all spreading into your face and down to your toes. Then it's over as it started. His face pulls away as he looks into your eyes earnestly.

“Now go. I'm sure you have a ton of movies in mind.”

Levi’s special tea is done brewing around the same time you step out of the bedroom in a fresh pair of pajamas with fuzzy socks to boot. He had the living room ready for a night in. Fairy lights and candles decorate the mantle of the fireplace that sits ablaze. The warmth of it is immediate as you make your way to the couch already adorned with your favorite blankets.

“You know me so well.” You smile over at Levi who is just now setting a tray full of snacks and tea.

“Being together as long as we have will do that to you.” He says back nonchalantly, though you spot that little smile of his tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The movie you picked out was really good. The tea Levi made was even better. As you snuggle up into Levi's side, you take a few deep breaths of his musky scent. It's not long before you're drifting off to sleep again with dreams of snow-filled adventures and your perfect husband.

There is a little over a week left of my winter event! If you'd like to request something, go here for the rules! <3

#sky's winter event #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #x reader #levi ackermann #levi ackermann x reader #modern au #sky's moodboards #kat.moots

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daffi-990 · 23 days

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🏙️

Tagged by @diazsdimples & @tizniz. Make sure to check out what they shared today! (and maybe send James a virtual hug or a stupid punny joke? He’s been sick for 3 weeks and I’m sure he could use some cheering up 😘)

I have been wanting so desperately to write the past few days but a cold has my sinuses putting so much pressure on my head I feel like it’s going to explode, plus it’s school holidays and it’s been raining so I’ve got two very energetic kids with cabin fever running around causing mayhem 😅.

BUT! I did manage to write a little something for LA Lonely so yay (even though it may not be great, at least it’s words)

Pre snippet here

Buck is woken up by the shrill sound of a phone ringing. The bed jostles, Buck letting out an annoyed grumble as the warm body that is wrapped around him disappears. There is a kiss pressed to his naked shoulder, a whispered apology and then the rustling of the blankets as the person leaves the bed, answering the phone with a quiet hello.

Rolling over to check the time, Buck’s surprised to see that it’s almost 9. Usually his body clock wakes him up at 7am everyday, whether he stayed up late or not, so sleep-ins are a rare thing. He rolls onto his back, groaning as he stretches his arms up above his head. There’s a slight ache in his ass but it’s a reminder of the fantastic sex he had last night and honestly, Buck doesn’t mind the discomfort.

He hears footsteps on the stairs, the wood creaking slightly and then the most attractive man Buck has ever laid eyes on is standing at the foot of his bed wearing nothing but underwear and a soft apologetic smile that has Buck’s tummy swooping.

Eddie.

The man’s name is Eddie, Buck remembers. And remember he should because he was moaning it loud enough last night.

Eddie has a phone pressed between his ear and shoulder as he picks up his jeans and begins to awkwardly shimmy them up his legs. “I told you, I overslept. But I’m getting ready now and can be there in —” he looks down at his wrist and frowns, his eyes sweeping over the discarded clothes on the floor before zeroing in on Buck’s second nightstand where a clunky watch sits. Eddie grabs the watch, quickly checking the time before he begins strapping it on. “I can be there in 20 minutes, 15 if the traffic is good.”

Buck feels a pang in his chest and then instantly chastises himself. This was just another hookup, a one night stand —nothing more than that. He was foolish to think that what he felt last night with Eddie was anything real. It was just the hormones.

Eddie may have stayed, but that was probably because he was hoping to get lucky again this morning. Or like Buck, he slept in and didn’t get a chance to sneak out before Buck woke up.

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#spoiler alert: Eddie would stay if he could but fatherhood calls and well that’s a call Eddie will always answer #daffi writes #wip: la lonely #Buck is being all self deprecating #but what else is new?#buddie wip #buddie #I really really want to finish Rival Firefighters so I can dive into my other wips #(and also post the first chapter for you guys!)#and I’m soooo close #but between the pounding head and the energetic munchkins .. I haven’t been able to keep the smutty writing beans going #though I have been on a bit of a little fic reading roll atm which is nice 😊#having to slow down and rest (more like being forced to by my husband haha) gives me time to go through my MARKED FOR LATER library #okay I’ve probably rambled way too much #hugs to everyone ❤️

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kywaslost · 10 months

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Nightmares - Aizawa Shouta

A/N: There was a time when I tried to write for everyone on my masterlists. I don’t remember if I actually finished it or not, but I’m gonna try again since I’ve been working on requests for so long. I spin a wheel to choose which character, then spin another wheel to tell me what prompt theme I should go for. Today’s theme is nightmares with Aizawa. Here we go!

Prompt/s Used: A being so upset from their nightmare that they throw up

Warning/s: vomit, description of vomiting

It had been an extremely exhausting past 8 hours, and by the time you had returned from patrol with Aizawa, both having showered and eaten, the two of you were ready to call it a night. You lay beside each other under the blankets, enjoying the peacefulness that was the presence of each other. You were wrapped in Aizawa’s arms, pressed against his chest as you slowly began to fall asleep.

Somewhere between the late hours of the night the both of you had fallen asleep. You had rolled over in your sleep, back against Aizawa’s chest. He unconsciously wrapped an arm around your hips, the other resting under your head. Shouta was a light sleeper and woke up to every movement you made in the night. So when you began moving more than usual, he stirred awake.

“Y/N/N, you ok?” he grumbled deeply, taking a deep breath. Opening his eyes, he noticed the struggling expressions you were making, and the way you gripped the blanket tightly worried him. He sat up on his elbow, using the hand that was on your hip to shake you gently. “Hey, love, wake up.”

You bolted upright with a gasp, immediately choking on the sudden intake of air. You were trembling more than Aizawa had ever seen, and were struggling to take in a solid breath. The pro placed a hand on your back, rubbing smooth circles between your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down. “Sh, you’re alright. It was just a nightmare.”

You couldn’t seem to calm down and began coughing harshly. You were so scared. Your chest hurt, you kept choking on air, and you felt extremely sick to your stomach. You could feel the bile rising in your throat, and didn’t have enough time to warn Aizawa before hiccuping, vomit spilling down your chin and nightshirt. You began to cry harder, now both scared and embarrassed.

Aizawa jumped out of bed and onto his feet, careful not to jostle you too much. “Ok, it’s ok.” He heard you gag and rushed to grab the nearest container, which happened to be the small trash can you kept in the room by the dresser. He ran to grab it, then placed it in your lap as you heaved the rest of the contents of your stomach into the bin. Aizawa felt miserable knowing the only thing he could do to help you is sit with you until this was all over.

You cried as you lifted your head from the bin, glossy eyes turning to the man beside you. “I’m sorry.”

“Honey don’t be sorry,” Aizawa cooed. “Never be sorry.” He ran a hand up and down your back, looking over you worriedly. “Do you feel like you may still get sick?” You shook your head, looking down to see the mess you’ve made all over yourself and the bed. “Y/N don’t worry about it.” Aizawa moved the trash bin off of your lap and onto the bed. “I’ll clean it up while you take a shower.”

After cleaning yourself and changing into a warm set of nightclothes Aizawa had set out for you, you entered your bedroom to see that your lover had changed the bedding, cracked the window, and lit your favorite candle. Said man was already under the covers, book in hand as he waited for you. You crawled in beside him, snuggling into his side and resting your head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your head.

“That must have been a nasty nightmare,” Shouta said quietly. “I know you have them often, but I’ve never seen one make you sick before.”

“They never have,” you whispered. “I don’t want to talk about it, if that’s ok.”

“Of course.” Aizawa rested his head on top of yours. “Do you think you can fall back asleep?” You shook your head almost immediately. “Alright, that’s ok. I can read to you, if you’d like.”

“Please?” Aizawa pecked the top of your head again, then picked up the book in his lap. “Sho?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.” You cuddled even deeper into his side. “For everything.”

“Anything for you, love.”

#comfort #bnha #x reader #bnha comfort #platonic #bnha fluff #aizawa #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #aizawa sensei #aizawa x reader comfort #aizawa x y/n #aizawa shouta head canons #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa comfort #nightmare comfort

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shyvioletcat · 11 months

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Set Up - Part 5

A/N: Sorry to disappoint but there’s no content warning for this one. Just some mild nudity and dumbass-ery from our favourite idiots.

~ Set Up Masterlist ~

~~~~~

Knocking woke Aelin up from her surprisingly heavy sleep. When she indulged in alcoholic beverages she usually had a fitful sleep with all that flowing through her system. She probably had the man next to her to thank for how out of it she had been. Rowan was still asleep, handsome features softened, still gloriously naked after their fun from the night before. His strong arm was a pleasant weight over the middle of her waist. It was hard not to get lost in moments like this, not to imagine what it might be like to wake up like this everyday. They were foolish fancies, Aelin would be gone in a matter of hours and their time together would once again come to an end. But it wouldn’t hurt to linger for just a few more moments. Aelin felt her own smile as she sunk further into Rowan’s embrace before a thudding disturbed her contentment.

Right, there was someone knocking on the door.

Aelin darted out of bed, the sudden jostling waking Rowan up. She was looking for something to put on so she didn’t answer the door as naked as he was, when he groaned, the movement of him rubbing his face catching her attention. If his frown was anything to go by he was not happy about being awake.

“What time is it?” He grumbled, voice low and rough enough that Aelin’s skin threatened to pebble.

“Um…” Another knock righted Aelin’s thoughts when they lingered too long on what she might be able to do if she went back to bed. “That should actually be my room service wake up. I’m meeting my parents for breakfast and I knew insistent coffee would be the only way to get me up. So, it’s seven thirty.”

Rowan just groaned and rolled over, face first into his pillow.

Aelin laughed softly, grabbing the hotel robe she had discarded on the floor at some point yesterday. She was rushing for the suite door when she tripped on something and picked it up without really registering what it was. Leaving the delivery person waiting was poor form and Aelin didn’t want to be that kind of guest.

When the knocking came again, this time sounding somewhat impatient, Aelin called out. “I’m coming!”

A few steps later she was swinging the door open and freezing in surprise. Her coffee was there, shiny white mug and saucer and all, but it was her cousin at the door.

“Aedion… what?” Aelin said, letting go of the door to tug her robe around a little tighter.

“Your parents asked me to breakfast too and I told them I’d pick you up,” Aedion explained, delicately taking a sip of the coffee he held, nose scrunching as he did. “That’s gross.”

Aedion didn’t wait for an invitation, he just waltzed right in. Aelin didn’t know what to do, she wanted to haul Aedion out by the collar but there were two problems. One, she was nearly naked and two, she was nowhere near strong enough to execute the move effectively.

“Aelin.” That one utterance was full of confusion. “Why are there pants on your fan?”

Her eyes darted up to the ceiling fan, and Aedion was right. Rowan’s jeans from the night before hanging there. Gods, she must have really thrown them last night.

“Ah…” it was hard to figure out exactly what to say.

“Hey, Aelin, have you seen my—’’

Aedion gasped, turning towards the sound. “Rowan!?”

It happened so quickly Aelin almost missed it. Rowan had appeared in the bedroom doorway, butt naked and undoubtedly looking for his clothes. He had yelped, covered himself, sworn viciously and slammed the bedroom door.

From the look of shock on his face, Aelin was surprised that Aedion was still holding the coffee cup. He just kept staring at the painted wood, like it would give him answers to whatever questions were piling up in his head. She couldn’t bear it, Aelin looked down to inspect the item she’d picked up after tripping on it for something else to focus on. It was Rowan’s underwear. Those she shoved in her pocket as if hiding them would incriminate her less.

Eventually, although it might have just been a few seconds that seemed to drag on forever, her cousin turned away from the door. “What did I just see? Well, I know what I just saw, but why did I see that here?”

Aelin just shrugged, not knowing how to play this. There was a reason they’d kept their arrangement quiet, and unless she could figure out a way to shut Aedion up it would only be a matter of minutes before the rest of their friend group knew too.

“You lucky bitch,” Aedion hissed. “That’s an image I might not be able to get out of my head for a while.”

“Don’t be gross,” Aelin shot back.

“Me? Me?” He put a hand to his chest. “You’re the one with a naked man in your bedroom and you accuse me of being gross?”

Aelin marched over to him, claiming her coffee. “You’re an idiot.”

“How long has this been a thing?” Aedion demanded. “I’ll leave the question about the pants on the fan because in retrospect I don’t want to know.”

“Just go.” A pointed finger led a clear path to the door. “And don’t tell a soul or I’ll hate you forever.”

Aedion glared at her, but he didn’t fight her request. “I’m looking forward to our alone time on the way to breakfast.”

With that, he left, leaving Aelin in a very quiet room. She should go see how Rowan was doing and to see if he hadn’t died from embarrassment already. Taking a bracing sip of her sweet coffee Aelin went to the bedroom and even gave him the courtesy of knocking. A groan was her answer and Aelin winced as she opened the door. Rowan was face down on the bed, the pillow surely suffocating him with how little she could see of his face.

“Rowan, it’s not that bad,” Aelin tried to reassure him. “Only Aedion knows. That’s one person who—’’

“Two.” The word was so muffled she barely caught it.

“Two what?”

Rowan rolled over. “Two people know. Last night at the bar Lorcan had a little chat with me and to let me know that he’d figured it out.”

“How?” Aelin was worried now.

“Something about how I’m less pissy when you’re in town,” Rowan gestured listlessly at the ceiling.

Aelin snorted. “Well, good sex will do that to a person.”

There was a ghost of a smile on Rowan’s lips. “He’s not a gossip, he won’t say anything.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Aelin patted Rowan’s sheet covered calf. He must have covered himself with the bedding for security or maybe he was concerned Aedion might come in demanding answers or even a duel. “Come on, I’ll talk to Aedion and it will be fine. I’ve got enough blackmail material that I can keep him silent. No one else will know.”

Some emotion flittered over Rowan’s face. It kind of looked like defeat. “Yeah, okay.”

“I’m going to shower, care to join me?” Aelin offered, trying to offer some levity to the situation. And she wanted to wipe that expression off his face.

“Nah, I should go,” Rowan said with a shake of his head. “Aedion killed the mood.”

He was right, there was a tension between them now, almost awkward. Being caught in a compromising situation was probably to blame. But this morning they would say goodbye until one of them could manage another trip. Aelin would have liked to have spent a little more time with him, doing what they did best. Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be.

“Until next time, then?” Aelin said, standing from the bed as Rowan sat up. “These are also yours.”

She dropped his underwear on the bed making Rowan let out a breathy chuckle. Before he could ask, Aelin explained.

“I tripped on them, I’m not one to keep a memento though.”

“I suppose not,” Rowan’s voice was full of mirth, at least she had accomplished one of her goals for the morning.

“Aedion is waiting for me so I really am going to jump in that shower,” Aelin explained when a small silence drew out between them.

Rowan went to his knees, Aelin watching his every moment like she wanted to linger in every second she had left in his presence. His words from last night came back to her as Rowan cupped her face, a thumb running along her cheek.

I’ll miss you.

Then he kissed her, and she felt the truth of those words in the caress of his lips. It was strange sharing such a soft moment with him, this kiss wasn’t meant to ignite the passion between them and lure her into bed. This kiss was… this kiss was for the hell of it, it seemed. Aelin’s hands went slack at her side, unsure of what they should do. In other circumstances they'd be twined in his hair, urging him closer, taking more. But this felt like it was for her, a gift of a kiss just because he wanted to.

Aelin’s heart was pounding in her chest when he pulled back, an unsteady rhythm that echoed in her ears. Rowan just smiled at her, his final sweet gesture was tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Until next time.”

Fleeing might have been an apt description for what Aelin did next. She managed a smile and a nod, recovering some of her bravado and dropped her robe just before she reached the bathroom door. Rowan’s laugh skittered across her skin and things began to feel normal again.

By the time Aelin finished in the shower Rowan was gone, all traces of him, including the tie that had ended up in the bedsheets after last night. Luckily, Aelin had packed just about everything yesterday before going out the bar, so all she had to do was throw in the last of her dirty clothes and her toiletries and she was good to go. She left her damp hair to air dry, twisting it in the hopes it would give it some shape. There was no point in putting any effort into her hair today. There was because Aedion was waiting for her and he’d start getting pissed if she made him wait unnecessarily. There was also the fact she’d be flying out later and any efforts made now would be ruined.

She did one last check over her suite for anything she might have missed and came up empty handed. The only thing left was her mug of coffee that had long since gone cold. She narrowed her eyes at it, blaming it for the whole disaster that this morning had become. Now it was time to face the music that came in the physical manifestation of her pushy cousin.

He was waiting for her in the lobby, staying in his seat while Aelin checked out and had the concierge mind her bags while she was out. She’d meet Dorian here later and they’d get a taxi to the airport together. It made her wonder what he had been doing with his down time, and maybe she should have invited him on her outings. Although, if Aelin knew anything about Dorian, he easily would have found his own fun.

Aedion was up and meeting Aelin on the way to the front doors. His lips were tight, like that was keeping his words in.

“Before we go any further you have to promise me you won’t say a word to anyone, okay?” Aelin said, more than ready to beg and bribe if it came down to it.

“Fine,” he promised tersely.

“We driving, or?” Aelin asked once they were out on the street.

“I’m not stupid enough to drive in the city through morning peak hour. We’re walking,” Aedion replied tersely.

“Why are you pissy?” Aelin jogged a few steps to catch up with her cousin.

“Come on, Aelin. I’m pissed because you didn’t tell me,” Aedion said with a shake of his head. “You had Rowan, in your bedroom naked, it’s pretty obvious what was going on. And you never said a word. Here I was thinking we shared things, that we were besties. Looks like I found a relationship just in time.”

“I didn’t—’’Aelin was about to start defending herself when something clicked and she pulled on Aedion’s elbow to halt him. “You want to talk about relationship secrets? A relationship. Who?”

There was a flash of guilt across his face. “In my defence I was going to tell like right now, except there was a big diversion.”

Aelin fixed him with a grimace. “Are you making a dick joke right now?”

“I wasn’t, but I guess I am now,” Aedion shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets as his smile taunted her.

“I’m still waiting for my answer.” She refused to move until he answered her, breakfast be damned.

Her cousin sighed. “Me and Lys—“

“You and Lysandra?” Aelin nearly yelled. “How long? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I could ask you the exact same thing.” Aedion sighed as Aelin fixed him with a look. “Fine, a few months. I was waiting to tell you in person. We’ve kept it quiet because we actually wanted you to be the first person to know.”

“Oh,” Aelin said. “That’s actually really sweet.”

“Yeah, it is,” Aedion agreed. “And I’m rewarded with betrayal. He was my gods-damned hall pass and you didn’t tell me.”

“He’s your hall pass?” Aelin’s voice was incredulous, and something bitter twisted her gut. “He can’t be your hall pass because he—’’

She actually didn’t know how she was going to finish that sentence.

“Because he’s what, Aelin?” Aedion said with enough smugness that had Aelin’s eyes narrowing. “That idea got you feeling a little tense? I would even sound a little jealous.”

“Shut your face,” Aelin snapped, and then she was walking away as fast as she could. Aedion followed after her and she threw her next insult over her shoulder. “I am not jealous and you are a liar.”

It took seconds for Aedion to catch up, his low chuckle grating on her nerves. That laughter was all too easy to read, he thought she was a hypocrite. She was not at all impressed at what he was insinuating, what he might be alluding to. What she and Rowan had was between them and part of the reason they kept their arrangement to themselves was because they didn’t want input from others. It would just complicate things, the only thing that mattered was what they wanted it to be. They had fun, what else mattered?

The cafe they were meeting her parents at came into view and maybe it was petty, but Aelin made sure the door slammed in her cousin's face. She didn’t look back to see his reaction but the heavy and irritated footfalls behind her told her enough. A secret smile tilted the corner of her mouth up. The small victory brought her immense amounts of joy.

Aelin’s parents had already claimed a table in the back courtyard at a small four seat table. They looked pleased to see her, glancing up from their menus and smiling. Aelin went to take the seat next to her mother and then at the last second Aedion swooped in, yanking the chair to the side. If her reaction time had been any slower she would have fallen on her ass.

“Something’s brewing,” Rhoe said, already picking up on the tension between the bickering cousins.

“I just hope it doesn’t ruin breakfast,” Evalin added.

“Oh, Aedion knows plenty about ruining things,” Aelin’s tone was casual, conversational. Like was one of Aedion’s most known faults.

He just scoffed. “Well, lying seems to come naturally for some.”

“You little—’’

Evalin’s stern voice cut through the ensuing argument. “Hey. Cut it out.” Taken back to their teenage years the cousin’s had enough sense to look contrite. “This is our last family meal for gods know how long and I won’t let this little squabble ruin it. Got that?”

There were murmurs of yes Mum and yes Aunty and then they went back to their menus. They couldn’t let go just yet though, especially not Aelin. Antagonism wouldn’t be the smart course of action, but with that smug and arrogant look on her cousin’s face she couldn’t help it. Aelin shot a scathing look over her menu at him, and Aedion kicked the leg of her chair, she was about to reach for the sachets of sugar when they were pulled out of her reach.

“Out with it. Now,” Evalin fixed them both with a stare that told them they might not be eating until someone confessed.

The wooden sugar cup landed on the table with a thud, like a starter gun going off. It would be a race to see who could come out with the least amount of scolding. To save herself and the semblance of privacy that was quickly slipping her fingers, Aelin threw her cousin to the wolves.

“Aedion has a girlfriend!”

There was an audible gasp of outrage from beside her.

Not to be outdone, Aedion had his own shot to fire. “Aelin had a naked man in her room this morning.”

Aelin clutched her menu to her chest as his betrayal stung. “Aedion!”

“Well, that’s something,” Rhoe said, looking a little stunned. Evalin on the other hand appeared more than pleased.

“You said you wouldn’t say anything,” Aelin shot at her cousin.

“I don’t think I ever said that,” Aedion said, crossing his arms. “Oh, wait. Maybe that make me a liar.”

“I think you both have some explaining to do,” Evalin waved a hand at them. “I am very interested in these developments.”

Aelin gave Aedion a look that said he should most definitely go first, it would buy her some time to figure out what exactly she should tell her parents. She knew her mother at least had been harbouring hopes for her and Rowan. And to find out that he was the naked man in her room would be something she’d be all too pleased to hear about. Maybe Aelin could get away with not specifying who the naked man was if she worded it very carefully and avoided specifics.

“Lysandra and I have been dating for a couple of months,” Aedion said. “We thought it would be nice to tell everyone when my dear cousin was here so she could hear it in person. We’re considerate like that. We wouldn’t keep something like that secret for I don’t know… How long can you keep a secret like that from your most beloved family?”

Evalin’s eyes darted between the two of them. “That’s wonderful to hear Aedion and I expect more details, but why do I feel like that last little dig has something to do with the, uh, man in Aelin’s room?”

“I’m going to murder you,” Aelin hissed. “Slowly.”

Aedion just grinned like that was a compliment. “Go on, Aelin. Tell us about your boyfriend.”

“He is not my boyfriend,” Aelin immediately defended. “He’s just a friend.”

“What kind of friend is the question,” Aedion mused. “A buddy we could even say.”

Rhoe was shaking his head, with a mutter of, “Good gods.”

“Who is it?” Evalin asked, focusing her attention entirely on Aelin now. “Is this why you’ve been so sharp lately? And why have you ignored our efforts with Rowan?”

Aelin very literally hid behind her menu. The person she always found the hardest to lie to was her mother, and if direct eye contact was made, she might just figure it out.

“I think my private life should stay private,” Aelin said to the table.

“You can’t out me so spectacularly and not suffer the consequences,” Aedion whispered to her. “I might just mention the pants on the fan too, while I’m at it.”

“Don’t hold out on me now, Fireheart,” Evalin pleaded.

Aelin’s eyes shot to Aedion and she could tell that he was about to spill every grizzly detail if she didn’t fess up.

“Fine, it’s Rowan,” Aelin said, snapping her menu flat onto the table. “And before you go and get too excited, he is not my boyfriend and we are not dating. So save any grand ideas for the one in the actual relationship.”

There was a long pause where Evalin just looked and her daughter, turquoise eyes reading into the words that Aelin hadn’t said. It was hard to hide things from Evalin’s discerning gaze and Aelin hoped that she couldn’t read the confusion that had been steadily rising since this morning. All composure was hanging by a thread, but Evalin only held her gaze a short moment longer before she looked away.

“Okay then,” was her simple answer, along with a shrug, as she went back to deciding over the menu.

And then breakfast went on as if nothing had happened. Aedion freely handed over the details of his relationship now that the bickering had cleared up. Having had it out, all that Aelin felt now was happiness over the recent developments in Aedion’s life. She had watched her cousin and her friend flirt for years and it was wonderful to see that their efforts had paid off. They would be good together, and Aelin was sure she’d spend hours on the phone getting more details from Lysandra. She was nothing but happy for them, and more than relieved when everyone dropped the topic of Rowan and her. But the more she heard about the blossoming relationship the more Aelin’s mood sank, the more it left her feeling oddly hollow. It made no sense.

By the time Aelin was walking back to her hotel she still couldn’t figure out why she felt so disappointed.

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Rowan didn’t know what to do with himself. After getting a quick breakfast from the hotel cafe he'd gone home with the disaster that was this morning still fresh in his mind. It haunted him just as much, even after he was showered and dressed. Aedion had been in the lobby but Rowan managed to avoid him while he was distracted on his phone. Hopefully he was not telling everyone what he’d discovered. One of the reasons Rowan could manage what was between him and Aelin was that no one knowing made it easier. There wasn’t any pressure from outside forces to be more than what they were, or people reading into things that weren’t there. Keeping it secret left no room for judgemental quips like he’d heard from Lorcan last night.

It seemed that their time was up. Rowan was more than a little disappointed.

He had no plans for today and he was feeling restless enough that sitting at home would drive him mad. Rowan decided he’d go see his parents, maybe mow the tiny front and back garden of their neat townhouse. It would give him something constructive to do and more importantly distract from the unease that had settled in his chest. This time Aelin’s leaving was doing something to him. All those times before he hadn’t liked it, but it was bearable. This time though…

He was going to miss her. Yes, he would miss the sex, but more importantly it was Aelin he would long for. This time he didn’t want her to go—not at all. If they had been given a different outcome for this morning he might have told her. That in itself was enough to make him uneasy. But it was hard to ignore the myriad of feelings that were becoming more prominent and distracting. Aelin would have laughed it off, made some joke about him not being able to survive without him, but instead they were left in a weird kind of limbo.

Rowan drove to the outskirts of the city to where his parents lived. Their place was quaint, a nice little semi-detached townhouse on the corner block with a tidy garden both his parents doted over. It was disappointing to see that their lawns were fine, if Rowan were to mow them any lower he’d cut down to the dirt. His plan was unravelling quicker than he could think of a recovery. Being here he might as well go inside, they’d probably noticed his car by now anyway. Delaying any longer would just lead to more questions.

Parking his car in the driveway, Rowan didn’t bother to knock before he went inside. Although this wasn’t the house he’d grown up in, it still felt like home. They’d moved from Doranelle to Orynth just before Rowan had started high school, but even from house to house over the years his parents had kept the same furniture and knick knacks. It was comforting to know some things never changed.

“Mam? Dad?” Rowan called as he toed off his shoes at the door.

“Kitchen!” His mother called from within.

Family photos lined the walls of the hallway and Rowan’s eyes caught on the one like they had been trained to do. It was a photo of him and Aelin on that fateful graduation day, their blue robes shining in the sun. Aelin looked stunning, her hair makeup perfect, her hair effortlessly styled, a euphoric smile on her face. He had remembered how the sight of her that day had made his heart flip in his chest. In retrospect, that might have been the beginning of the end for him.

Iris Whitethorn stood at the kitchen bench, her grey streaked auburn hair pulled back in a neat bun to keep it out of her face as rolled out some dough on the floured surface. She glanced up at Rowan, a too-knowing look in her eyes and a self-satisfied smile on her face.

“How are you, Rowan?” She asked, lifting a circular cutter and playfully pointing it at him.

“Fine,” he replied a little tersely, suddenly feeling like he was walking into a trap. “How are the scones?”

He’d recognised her technique now and had to wait for an answer while she cut out a few portions.

“My scones will be fantastic,” she said.

“Oh, son,” Rowan’s father had come in from the backyard, sliding the glass door closed behind him. “What brings you here?”

“I came to do your lawns, but,” Rowan said, shrugging instead on finishing the sentence needlessly.

“Yeah, one of the local kids was after some pocket money,” Evander explained. “We said yes but then had to go over it again anyway to touch it up. A journey wasted for you.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Iris brought the scraps of dough together and rolled it out again. “Evalin just called me.”

Rowan froze, praying to whatever gods that were listening that they had just tried to formulate another set up.

“How did your pants get on the fan?”

All semblance of hope was shattered in that one question.

There was a choking sound and the clunk of glass hitting the counter as Evander lowered his drink. “Who’s fan?”

Rowan didn’t want to answer but his mother was all too eager. “Aelin Galathynius’ hotel room fan apparently.”

“Isn’t that the girl you’ve been trying to set him up with?” Evander asked.

“Apparently the effort was unnecessary,” Iris said in a way that could only be described as triumphant.

Rowan’s cheeks heated and he rubbed the back of his neck. Not only had he been discovered but now he would have to clarify. “We’re not dating.”

The scones were momentarily abandoned, Iris lent her hands on the counter to look at her son without distractions. “I see. Well, one way to fix that is to tell her you’re in love with her.”

“I’m not,” the words came out so fast that Rowan's mouth tripped over them. “I’m not in love with her.”

Iris sighed. “You were always such a terrible liar, so don’t lie to me son.”

The kitchen went silent as those words hung in the air. Iris went back to cutting her scones and Evander decided to make himself busy somewhere else in the house. It left Rowan to think, to contemplate what his mother accused him of.

“You two did a mighty fine job of hiding it the night we went out for dinner,” his mother said as she brushed milk over the circles she had lined up on a baking tray. “We had no idea you two were… doing what you were doing when we quite blatantly tried to set you up. But there was a reason we did that. Evalin and I hadn’t seen each other in years when we ran into each other in the city, and then we got talking and it was a completely serendipitous moment when we discovered that you would both be back in town.” Iris stopped to put her scones in the oven. “The two of you always got on like a house on fire, and you always get this look on your face when you talk about her. And yes, when we concocted our little scheme we assumed you were just friends. I always got the feeling that there could be something more.”

“Mam, that’s ridiculous,” Rowan said, that denial tasting bitter.

“Is it though?” When he nodded, she raised an eyebrow at him. “Then why are you miserable right now?”

This time any words contrary to his mother’s accusations never made it out of his mouth. He was miserable because he was gutted. The fact that he would miss Aelin had well and truly settled in him, and he didn’t want her to leave. Not being able to have her near him was enough to turn his mood sour. Rowan didn’t want that, he wanted to wake up next to her more often than not, he wanted to make her laugh, he wanted to be the one that she chose. Each time Rowan saw Aelin it felt like when the sun came out from behind a cloud. It filled him with warmth and joy, and then left him cold and lonely when she was gone.

He’d been running from it for too long. It was easy to make excuses and to accept whatever Aelin gave him. What he had compartmentalised, consoled and blinded himself with the fact that Aelin didn’t feel the same. Convinced himself that it was clear that she felt nothing more for him than friendship. Then again… if Rowan had been hiding these feelings there might be a chance that Aelin was as well.

“I have to—’’ Rowan didn’t know how to explain it. “I’ll miss out on the scones but I just have to go.”

“You go get her, boy.” Iris said, beaming at him. “I’ll save you some.”

On his rush to the door, Rowan called out a hasty goodbye to his father and then got into the car so fast he nearly jammed his leg in the door. He drove home, it would be easier to reach wherever Aelin was at his place, or maybe he could even convince her to come see him. Either way, the drive back to the city gave him time to think and for his determination to set. Barely out of the car he had dialled Aelin’s number and had his phone to his ear. He hadn’t got her flight details from her, but he was pretty sure she’d mentioned that her flight was leaving in the evening. It was barely past noon so, there would be time. He would drive to wherever she was, he would find her and tell her how he felt, consequences be damned. He wouldn’t lie to himself or her any more. Aelin was more than worth the risk.

When the phone rang out to her voicemail he swore and dialled again. When her lovely voice informed him to text instead Rowan took her advice.

>> Aelin, where are you? Can I see you before you go?

Minutes passed and there was no answer. It was long enough that he was about to send another when a text finally came through.

<< Hey. Already through security. Guess I’ll see you for the next round.

Rowan read the words and his chest deflated. All the courage he’d garnered was gone in seconds. He’s run out of time—he’d missed his chance. His brow furrowed as he read it again. Rowan thought that Aelin had told him that her flight wasn’t until the evening, he must have got the times wrong. It could be months before he got the chance to see her again and tell her how he felt. He pushed off his car, resigned to return to his apartment alone.

It wasn’t until he was enclosed in that apartment that he let the disappointment set in. He contemplated a rush to the airport, a big grand gesture that would sweep Aelin off her feet, before he literally did that himself. Rowan could see it so clearly, he knew every word he would say to her. What he was more unsure of was Aelin’s reaction. Doubt started to creep in, and he became more unsure if she would feel the same. So Rowan reconciled with himself that this was a sign to cool his heels, and until he could be sure of Aelin’s love he would hold back on the grand gestures. He’d waited this long for her, Rowan could wait a little longer.

~~~~~

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weixuldo · 1 year

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Adjustment// Anakin x Reader

Based on this ask by @tommyshawawesome1976

(A/N: Sorry it was such a long wait, but here it is!!! In this the reader is taking the place of Padme and this is in between the end of AOTC and TCW)

Anakin has a hard time getting used to his new arm, but you’re there to help him.

Warnings: loss of limbs, injury recovery, phantom pains, swearing, cannon typical violence

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The moon was hidden behind a cover of thick rain clouds. You and your newly wed husband laid soundly asleep between the silk sheets of your bed on Coruscant.

Wonderful dreams of rolling fields and your lover beside you ran through your head. You were contempt when you felt a jostle from the other side of the bed. You woke and turned quickly to see a startled Anakin panting.

He was sitting up with a fearful look in his eyes, a thin sheen of sweat covered his torso and face. You gently called his name but he didn’t respond so you slowly reached to touch his shoulder. He whipped towards you in a defensive movement until he noticed it was you.

“Y/N?” he panted.

You nodded and pulled him into a hug, “Shh, it’s me, my love”.

He melted into your touch and sighed into your chest, “i-it hurts”.

“Is it your arm or is it the phantom pain?” you asked him as you ran your fingers through his curly hair.

“Phantom. It won’t go away, I can't stop it” he groaned as he grabbed at the metal appendage dawning his right forearm.

You tightened your arms around him and held him close, “It’s all going to be ok, Ani. It’s in your head”.

“it’s so painful” he winced.

You looked out the window to see the rainfall, “it’s probably the rain, Ani. You know your arm acts up in this weather”.

He screwed his eyes shut and cried as you rocked him.

The next morning he didn’t speak of the events of the night, rather he ignored them. You knew he had been upset since his injury but you also knew he needed to talk about it. Whatever this was, was not healthy.

He was perched on a bench looking over the busy traffic of Coruscant as you walked up to him. His hair was starting to grow out and his old padawan braid was slowly unraveling, he looked quite nice. You placed a tender hand on his shoulder and planted a kiss on his temple.

“Good morning, my love” he greeted you.

“Morning Ani” you answered, taking your seat next to him.

You reached to grab his prosthetic hand but he flinched away. You furrowed your brow and attempted to grab his hand again.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” he asked, perplexed.

“I wanted to hold your hand’

“You can hold this one” he said, crossing his good hand over to meet yours.

“Why can I not hold that one?”

“Because it’s not real!” he snapped.

He observed your worried expression and reigned himself in, “..It’s not me”.

You ignored his good hand and held the mechanical appendage tightly with both of your hands, “Yes it is Anakin, this is you”.

He cast his gaze downward, embarrassed.

“I’m weak. I failed, and now I can’t even wield my lightsaber properly”

You placed gentle hands on his cheeks and looked into his eyes,

“oh Ani, this prosthetic changes nothing about you, You will fight again, it will just be…modified”.

He released a breath and went to caress your cheek but halted once he saw he was reaching with his prosthetic. You noticed and drew the hand to your cheek, “I love you Anakin”.

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The practice droid’s stun beams ricochet off of the walls of the training room as Anakin maneuvered around them. He was working on defense and avoiding hits.

His wielding style had shifted, he wasn’t as accustomed to his new addition yet, so his swings were less accurate than before. His master watched through the viewing window as his padawan struggled to gain the upper hand.

Anakin swung his saber, deflecting two shots but missed the third. He doubled over in pain as the shock of the blast hit his side. The droids were paused and Obi-wan entered the room. Anakin was still hunched over on his side muttering curses.

“Anakin, you mustn't focus on recreating your former style, you need to adjust” Obi-wan spoke as he helped his padawan to his feet.

Anakin grunted as he stood straight, “I am trying, master. I just… It's difficult”.

Obi-wan nodded, “No one said it would be easy Anakin.”

Anakin huffed and reignited his lightsaber, “Again”.

Obi-wan’s face slowly turned to a smile, his padawan was not a quitter.

“As you wish”.

And with the push of a button the droids started up again.

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It was getting late and Anakin still wasn’t back. You knew he was training with Obi-wan today but you had passed Obi-wan on your way home. You set the table and tried to take your mind off of things. He’d be home soon…

After a few more hours you grabbed a cloak from your closet and set out to find your husband. You decided to check the jedi temple first, he would often spend time there into the late hours of the night, though you doubted he would be thinking after a long day of training.

He was definitely an overachiever so training days usually ended with him coming home, taking a shower, eating dinner, then falling asleep in your arms. You worried he pushed himself too hard.

You made sure to hide your face as you wandered through the temple, you definitely were not supposed to be in there and you were definitely not supposed to be married to Anakin.

After searching around you heard noise coming from a training room.

There he was.

He was drenched in sweat, the outer layers of his jedi robes discarded on the floor. He staggered around the room and his swings were uncoordinated. Your eyes widened as you realized there was no one in the control room to operate the droids.

You quickly ran to the panel and began to search for the power button. Before you could push it you saw Anakin get blasted with a beam and crumple to the floor with a pained wince. You smashed the button and the droids immediately powered off.

You picked up the trail of your robes and ran into the room. It was mostly dark except for an overhead spotlight in the middle of the room. You kneeled down and scooped your husband into your arms.

“Anakin what are you doing!?” you frantically asked.

His blue eyes blinked open and granted you a confused look as he panted, “Y/N?”

“Yes, I was worried about you, you never came home”

He began to sit up but stopped as he winced. You placed a hand on his back and helped him the rest of the way.

“I was just training,” he responded.

“Anakin, it's 3 in the morning! You said you’d be home around 10’.

He squinted at the clock across the room, “Is it really?”.

You nodded and brushed his damp hair from his forehead, “What were you thinking?”.

“I wasn't good enough, I just needed to practice more”

“Practice is good, but you're exhausted Ani, you're just hurting yourself at this point” you dabbed at his sweaty face with the end of your cloak.

He sighed and leaned into your chest, “I need to get back to how I was. If I don’t….i’m worthless”.

Your heart broke at his words, you pulled him into a tender embrace, “Oh, Ani, Don’t think that way, You aren’t, maker, you could never be worthless”.

The two of you stayed there for a moment before he began to drift off to sleep. You tried to wake him, the two of you could not be found like this in the temple.

But he was deep in sleep and you couldn’t move him alone. Begrudgingly you sent a contact to Obi-wan…he was the only one you could trust with your secret.

Not soon after an annoyed jedi stormed through the practice room doors. Obi-wan stood in front of you two with his hands on his hips. His eyes softened as he saw how exhausted Anakin was.

“What was he thinking?” Obi-wan sighed. “I thought he went home”.

You shook your head, “I’m really sorry Obi-wan, But I didn’t know who else to call, because-”

He held out a hand, “I understand Y/N. It’s ok. I’m more concerned with his state right now, maker knows how long he had been at it after I left”.

You nodded and allowed Obi-wan to help you up from the floor. The older man grunted as he swung the sleeping Anakin over his shoulder. “Let’s get this reckless boy home, shall we?”.

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The next morning came quickly and Anakin woke with an intense pain in his arm. He shot up as he grimaced, you were quick to enter the bedroom once you heard he was up.

“Anakin, what’s wrong?”

“My arm….It feels like it's on fire”

You sighed and brought him some tea, “Here darling, drink this. It should help with the pain.”

He nodded and quickly sipped the beverage.

“Anakin, You can’t train without someone to spot you again, alright?” you scolded.

“I was fine” he retorted, blushing because he had been caught.

“Well your limp body on the floor said otherwise” Obi-wan's voice said as he rounded the corner into your shared room.

“Master?!” Anakin exclaimed.

“How do you think you got back here last night? Y/N certainly didn’t carry your body all the way back from the temple.”

Anakin turned with embarrassment.

“Anakin, you are a great Padawan and a strong Jedi, but you need to learn how to progress in moderation. Ruining your body will not help you become better. Allow us to help you, that’s what we're here for”.

Anakin stole a glance at you and saw as you nodded along with Obi-wan. He sighed and agreed, “Alright, master. I’m sorry”.

Obi-wan let out a hearty laugh, “Don’t thank me, thank her. If she didn’t call me, you would have been found in the temple and definitely would be in deep trouble with the council”

He turned to you and extended an arm. You took his hand and squeezed it before he drew you in for a quick kiss.

“Thank you Y/N” he smiled.

“Always, Ani”

Obi-wan cleared his throat and the two of you turned to look at him.

“I’ll be off now, but don’t think that the stunt you pulled last night will be a recurring ordeal Anakin. The two of you could have been caught last night”, the man said before leaving your apartment.

Anakin turned his attention back to you, “I’m sorry my love, I shouldn’t have put us in that position”.

“It’s alright, what matters is that we didn’t get caught and you're ok” you beamed at him.

“I love you so much Y/N” he breathed as he pulled you into his chest.

You entangled your hand with his robotic one and smiled, “I love you too Anakin”.

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(A/N: I loved writing this and i hope you enjoyed!! thank you for the ask!! also i really need to get back into writing for cannon!! i def missed it :))

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early20sfailingplenty · 2 years

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Thought of this while laying in bed at 3PM cause I can't find the will to get up

BLURB: the Sinclairs helping y/n get up in the morning, y/n is not a morning person but needs to be up at like 5-6 AM to help the boys

“C'mon, wake-y wake-y, eggs n' bake-y!” Lester sounded WAY too happy for – you lifted your head up and squinted at the clock on your bedside table – 5 in the morning. He was giggling at his own words and you heard a loud groan in response – Bo.

“Fuckin' really?” Bo huffed incredulously. “That ain't gonna make 'em do anythin' but wanna go BACK to sleep.” Heavy footsteps, then, “Y/N, get! Up an' at 'em! Got lots ta' do today an' it ain't gonna get done if y're in bed.”

You groaned and shut your eyes as Bo leaned down to stroke any hair away from your face, his touch fleeting but tender. You rolled away from his touch and you heard a huff of amusement from behind Bo and Lester – that must be Vincent.

“Noooo ~ “ You groaned, wrestling the duvet away from Bo, who had seized it from your grip first, “Lemme sleeeeep ~ !! Work later, sleepy now.”

Lester couldn't do it any more – he burst into laughter, shoulders shaking and chocolate eyes alight with mirth. “Reckon we leave 'em, Bo?”

“Like hell,” the eldest Sinclair snarled as Vincent stalked past his brothers and scooped his arms under you, jostling you from your position practically IN the mattress.

You scowled at Vincent, “and here I thought you were on my side! Traitor!” You pouted and this time, Bo DID laugh, too.

“You always like this first thing, darlin'?” His voice was thick with laughter, and you smiled. You didn't often get to see Bo so relaxed and of course it would be first thing in the morning, before his ghosts caught up with him.

You and Vincent nodded at the same time; he was usually the one who woke you up if you needed to be awake early because of the three brothers, he was the one LEAST likely to give up and let you go back to sleep.

He had more self-control than his brothers did and everyone knew it.

“Christ. No wonder you ain't getting' up 'til y'do.” Bo scoffed, his icy blues watching you and Vincent, who was still poking and prodding you until you were so annoyed that you got up just to get away from him.

“C'mon, Y/N!” Lester had finally stopped laughing and flopped down beside you, making a show of rubbing his boots all over the duvet, making Bo pull a face in disgust. “Quicker y'get up the quicker y'can get back in? We really need help, sweetpea, wouldn't ask 'less we had ta'!”

You considered Lester's words, darted away from Vincent's next intended poke, and finally let Bo grab the duvet from you, though it didn't get very far due to Lester's added weight.

“Tick tock,” Vincent's hands caught your attention. “Need a fourth but not just any fourth. Need you, Y/N. Get up?”

You looked between the brothers and sighed, rolled your eyes, and sat up.

“Okay, okay, m'up! Y'got me, I'll help.”

You swung your legs over the bed and Vincent helped you to untangle yourself from the duvet, all the brothers stepping back to let you up; you couldn't very well do much of anything with three grown men invading your personal space, and there was only so much wriggle room in your bedroom. You could smell breakfast, now you were awake, and the scattering of doggy feet downstairs, the scent of coffee, too...

The quicker I'm up, the quicker I can get back in.

“So, what first?”

“Breakfast,” Bo started, “Then, uh, we gotta - “

You filed down the stairs, one by one, Jonesy barking excitedly, and the day began. But only when you did, and not a moment before.

#slasher x reader #house of wax x reader #just a silly lil thing before i go make dinner #got korean sweet chilli chicken and rice!

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cuddlepilefics · 2 years

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Intense Coddling

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Hyunjin

Caregiver: mainly Felix

Hyunjin gets sick and Felix gets protective

Prompt by @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Hyunjin had already been feeling a little off after dinner the previous night. The food wasn’t sitting right and he even made himself a cup of tea, something he never did, before bed to help his stomach settle. His success was mediocre, his stomach still aching by the time he went to bed but it wasn’t bad enough to keep him awake. As the morning rolled around though, he woke up with a foul taste in his mouth and found his stomach hurting worse. Thinking he’d be fine once he had some water and maybe a small bite for breakfast to settle his stomach, Hyunjin rolled out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom to get ready. He struggled to brush his teeth, almost gagging on his toothbrush, but he really wanted to get rid of the bad taste. In the end, the dancer mainly relied on mouthwash to solve the problem and splashed some cold water in his face, sighing when he felt a little more alive afterwards.

Yawning as he trudged to the kitchen, Hyunjin almost ran into Jisung, who looked just as out of it as he himself felt. The two exchanged a sleepy greeting and joined Chan and Changbin, who were just making themselves breakfast. Chan didn’t comment on his dongsaengs’ disheveled appearances, well aware that neither of the two ever had an easy time waking up and would be grumpy if approached before they had the chance to properly wake up. Instead he exchanged a look with Changbin, the rapper chuckling at their typical morning antics. As he dished his food, Changbin noticed Hyunjin only grabbing himself some water and no food, which made the older frown. “Are you not going to eat anything, Hyunjin-ah?”, the rapper asked carefully, afraid of getting a snappy rely this early in the day. Sipping his drink, Hyunjin smiled: “I’ll toast some bread in a moment, just want to wake my stomach up first. I know what Minho-hyung has planned for today’s dance practice, so I don’t want to risk upsetting my stomach.” – “Please tell me it won’t be that bad”, Jisung groaned, stirring his cereal. The dancer only gave him a pained smile and Jisung knew, today would be intense.

As he had told Changbin he would, Hyunjin nibbled a slice of toast after finishing his water and decided that would have to do for now, eating more certainly wouldn’t end well. He dreaded having to dance today but he knew there was no getting out of it, at least not without telling his friends what was going on. Aside from the stomach ache and a faint hint of nausea, Hyunjin felt normal, so he didn’t want to worry his group unnecessarily and decided to just push through the discomfort, figuring it would go away eventually. That was what he told himself as they met up with the rest of the group and headed to the company building to start their day-long dance practice.

“Are you feeling alright, hyung?”, Felix asked quietly as the two of them stretched together, “You look a little pale to me.” Hyunjin’s muscles ached at the pull and he winced: “I’m alright, Lixxie. Just a little sleepy still.” The Aussie wasn’t sure whether he should buy this explanation or not but decided to let it slide for now. Stretching only made Hyunjin aware of how stiff and achy he was this morning but was that really a surprise? He wasn’t on top of his game and it was showing. Minho was the next to notice something was off. He had made the choreography together with his dongsaeng and knew how sharp and energetic the younger’s moves had been the last time they had gone over it but today was nothing like it. Hyunjin’s moves were slightly off beat and sluggish. He was trying not to jostle his stomach too much, the nausea only growing since he had eaten breakfast. Nudging his arm, Felix handed the older his water bottle as he still felt his friend was too pale to be healthy. Though Hyunjin didn’t feel like putting anything in his stomach, he took a few tentative sips to appease his dongsaeng and cringed at the wet gurgle coming from his stomach.

Minho was explaining the next few steps, wanting Hyunjin who had come up with that sequence to demonstrate it but the younger was spaced out and barely even heard him talking: “…Hyunj-“ – “C-Can I go to t-the bathroom”, Hyunjin choked out, feeling his mouth water. Though taken aback, Minho nodded before demonstrating the new moves himself as the practice room door slammed shut behind his dongsaeng. As soon as he was out of sight from his group, Hyunjin broke into a jog, hand clasped firmly over his mouth as he forced himself to breathe steadily through his nose. His stomach surely was more than a little upset now and the movement of him running didn’t help with that at all. Gagging wetly into his hand, the dancer shouldered the restroom door open and made it to the toilet just in time as his stomach clenched. The few sips of water he had forced down leaked out between his fingers and he removed his trembling hand from his lips, glancing at them in disgust before pitching forward with a productive retch.

Throwing up again, Hyunjin let himself sink into a crouch, his soiled hand hovered over the toilet bowl, while the other was wrapped protectively around his middle. The strain made his head pound but now that it had started, it was tough to swallow back the gags. A single tear ran down the dancer’s flushed cheek as he heaved, his stomach cramping up uselessly. He was panting but nothing came up anymore, so he reached for the toilet paper and wiped his lips before cleaning his hand as best as he could. Hyunjin knew he should go wash his hands but getting up seemed impossible right now. “Hyung?” Hyunjin looked up startled. He hadn’t heard the door open but he could recognize Felix’ voice anywhere. The Aussie had gotten more worried the longer his friend stayed away, so he eventually decided to follow him to make sure he’s alright. Finding the older crouched on the floor, didn’t help ease his worries as he could clearly smell the stench of vomit. “Did you-“, Felix started but cut himself off as he glanced at the toilet before flushing it. He had his answer. Looking up at the Aussie with teary eyes, Hyunjin rasped: “I don’t feel good.”

Felix took a seat next to his friend on the floor and carefully detangled the other’s hair tie from his hair. “I can tell you don’t”, the younger hummed sympathetically, running his fingers through Hyunjin’s sweaty hair, “You haven’t been feeling well all day, have you?” The older shook his head, his eyes closed as he took a deep breath. His stomach was still cramping. It was tempting to rest his aching head on Felix’ shoulder but he knew he’d have to wash his hand soon, the thought almost making him gag again. “Co-Could you h-help me up?”, Hyunjin asked shakily, “I- really need to wash my hands.” – “If you’re not too dizzy…”, the Aussie agreed, putting the hair tie around his wrist, so he’d have his hands free.

Hooking his arm under Hyunjin’s, Felix pulled the older to his feet, concerned when he swayed for a moment. It took them a while to brave the few steps to the sink and Felix kept his arms around his hyung’s waist, while the older washed his hands, becoming painfully aware of how hard they were shaking. Hyunjin felt his stomach turn and whimpered, his wet hands, clutching the edge of the sink as he lurched forward with a retch, his throat straining. Cursing under his breath, Felix removed his arms from the other’s waist and hurriedly gathered his hair, so it wouldn’t get in the way. The Aussie messily tied it into a bun at the back of Hyunjin’s head, rubbing his hyung’s back as the older got sick in the sink. “You’re okay”, Felix whispered sympathetically, patting Hyunjin’s back when he choked.

The spell was over after a few more dry heaves and Hyunjin weakly slumped into his dongsaeng’s side, the younger catching him around the waist and easing him down on the tiled floor. Silent tears made their way down Hyunjin’s cheeks and Felix gently rested his palm against his friend’s forehead, cooing: “Either you’re still warm from dancing or you’re running a fever. If you’ll be okay here on your own for a moment, I’ll go fetch your water bottle, yeah?” The older nodded, sniffling softly and wiping his eyes. Felix gave his shoulders a reassuring squeeze before straightening up and hurrying back to the practice room. Though his explanation was a rushed, the group got the gist and Chan allowed him to take Hyunjin home. Quickly throwing their belongings into their bags, Felix slung both bags over his shoulder and jogged back to the restroom, relieved when he found the older as he had left him. “Hey”, the Aussie smiled sadly, placing their bags down and handing Hyunjin his water bottle, “Chan-hyung said I can take you home and that I should tell you to feel better.” – “Thanks”, the older breathed, accepting the drink and taking a tiny sip.

Hyunjin was drained, a deep ache having settled in his limbs and an angry churning in his empty stomach. Still, he really wanted to get back to the dorm, to lay down and to maybe get some cuddles from his dongsaeng. He knew he shouldn’t, the Aussie would most likely catch whatever bug this was but his cuddles made everything so much better, at least to Hyunjin. When he felt ready to move, he allowed Felix to pull him to his feet and gripped the younger’s shoulders for support as his vision tilted for a moment. “You okay?”, the Aussie frowned, watching him pale. Blinking away the dark spots, Hyunjin nodded and leant into Felix’ side. He just wanted to be home.

It took them a while to get home and Hyunjin wasn’t sure his legs would carry him that far but he made it. Felix’ let them both into the dorm his hyungs shared and helped the older to his room before fetching a bucket from the closet of cleaning supplies. He might not live in this dorm but he easily knew his way around from how often he stayed over. Hyunjin so badly wanted to curl up right away but his clothes were drenched in sweat and even in his feverish state, he knew that was disgusting. Whining hoarsely, the dancer pulled the shirt over his head and Felix was quick to set the bucket down, so he could get him some fresh clothes. “Wait a second”, the younger instructed, dropping the fresh set of clothes onto the mattress before rushing off.

When he returned, Felix was carrying a warm wash cloth, smiling: “I figured you’d be too tired to shower but you’ll be more comfortable if we get some off the sweat off of you.” Hyunjin hummed in agreement, allowing his dongsaeng to wipe down his chest and back. The younger kept his touch light, well aware of how sensitive his friend tended to get when he wasn’t feeling well. Felix ran the wash cloth down Hyunjin’s arms before placing it onto the nightstand and helping the older into clean clothes. “The bucket is right next to you”, the Aussie informed as his hyung curled up under his blanket, “I’ll just throw this in the wash and make some tea. Do you need anything else?” – “You”, Hyunjin whispered barely audible, sounding so much younger. Removing the other’s hair tie, so he could run his fingers through his hair, Felix smiled: “I’ll be right back, yeah? Not leaving you to suffer on your own.” The older gave a soft hum in reply, closing his eyes as he waited for his friend to return.

Felix hurried, not wanting to leave Hyunjin alone for too long. He knew the other was technically older but he always got protective, when his hyung was sick or upset. The Aussie quickly brewed a cup of ginger tea and also grabbed an ice pack from the freezer before rushing back to Hyunjin’s room and placing the tea onto the nightstand. “Here, place this on your forehead”, Felix instructed, handing the older the icepack, “It should lower your fever and help with the headache.” – “Hmm, this isn’t comfy”, Hyunjin whined, shuffling around under the blanket. He had tried to find a comfortable position ever since Felix had left but his muscles were too sore for him to be successful. The Aussie cooed in sympathy, walking over to his hyung’s closet. He retrieved Hyunjin’s comfort blanket, that usually stayed in the closet until winter unless the dancer was sick and Felix figured, now would be the time to take it out.

“Let’s see if we can get you more comfortable, yeah? You don’t have to do much, I know you’re sore. Just tell me if whatever I’m doing is good or bad”, the Aussie whispered, removing the blanket under which the older had curled up. Felix rearranged the pillow a little guiding Hyunjin to roll onto his left side before he covered the older with his comfort blanket. Contently smelling the soft material, Hyunjin smiled: “’s better.” Carefully climbing onto the bed next to his hyung, Felix wriggled under the blanket too. Spooning the older he whispered: “Do you want me to rub your tummy?” – “I-I don’t think you should touch me there right now”, Hyunjin whimpered, shaking his head a little. The Aussie ran a comforting hand down his friend’s arm. “That’s okay, I could play with your hair, you like that, right?”, Felix hummed, lightly scratching the other’s scalp. Melting into his touch, Hyunjin breathed: “Mhm, ‘t feels nice.” They lay in silence for a few minutes before the older realized something: “Y-You shouldn’t cuddle me, Lix.” – “Why’s that, hyung?”, the other asked worriedly, propping himself up on his arm. “I-I don’t want you to catch this and Chan-hyung will be mad if I end up giving you this plague”, Hyunjin sighed, not having the energy to really tell Felix off because in all honesty, he wanted those cuddles and he loved how the younger would take care of him but he knew it wasn’t right. Chuckling lowly, the Aussie lay back down, snuggling up to his hyung’s back as he continued to play with his hair. Closing his eyes, he whispered: “I don’t care and I’ll tell Chan-hyung as much if he ends up scolding us. You don’t have to worry, not about Chan-hyung and not about anything other than getting better.”

#stray kids #skz #sick #sickfic #sicktember2022 #fluff #comfort #emeto #hyunlix #fanfic #fanfiction

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oonajaeadira · 2 years

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A Girl Lives In a Bookshop: Love Looks Good On You

Fandom: Prospect (film)

Pairing: Ezra x f!reader (established, continuation from A Girl Walks Into A Bookshop)

Rating: T.

Warnings: Playful flirting. Ezra’s a menace as usual.

A/N: I was wondering when the Writer Wednesday prompt would spark a visit back to the Bookshop. Obviously, I was missing them. I would say you’d probably need to be familiar with the series to enjoy this one, especially since it involves two of my favorite Bookshop OCs: Kincaid (Tinker’s friend) and Arlo (Ezra’s brother).

(Thanks to @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape for all that you do for Writer Wednesday!)

Summary: A quiet, cozy morning; Arlo comes to visit.

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The first thing you see when you wake is a large Arcadian Glory in a glass jar on the nightstand, its vibrant colors popping in the reflection of the morning sun and pulling an adoring sigh out of you.

When Arlo told you he was moving to an office on Arcadia in order to service this arm of the independencies, the first thing you’d said had nothing to do with how close he’d be to Kassiot. Instead, you said, “I’ve seen pictures of Arcacadian Glories. Apparently they grow wild everywhere there. I’ve always wanted to see one in person.” And if Arlo didn’t take it as a hint to bring you one, you’re certain Ezra would have made sure of it.

Doubly-so, since you came back from the market yesterday and nearly knocked him off a ladder where he was balancing a handful of books for shelving.

“Were you going to tell me that Arlo was going to have feet on the ground and that he and Kincaid were coming for breakfast tomorrow? Or was I just going to wander out into the kitchen in my skivvs and give them a show?”

He merely laughed down at you, hugging his arm around the ladder when you playfully jostled it, “Why should I deprive two grown men the pleasure of witnessing your–?”

“Because one of them is your brother, and the other is like a father to me. Why–” you swatted his ass on his way down with a growl, “--am I learning this from Kincaid the day before and not from you a week ago?”

“I am truly sorry, Keepsake. I admit that in my concentrated efforts to reorganize the fiction shelves, I forgot to relay the information. A project does tend to occupy a man. For what it’s worth, I was put in a trickle to tell you an evening earlier this week but then, well, you made the bedroom a more wantsome place to be and you cannot fault a man for pushing all thoughts to the void when the object of his wanton lust–”

Stopping his mouth with yours, you laughed into his lips, giving him a little extra when he grabbed you by the hip and demanded it. “Don’t you dare blame this one on me. I’ve got just enough time to put together a sweet yeast dough to be ready for buns in the morning. You’re lucky I remembered to pick up coffee.” You tsked him, throwing a condescending glance on your way to the back of the shop. “Imagine forgetting to tell the woman you love that your own brother is coming to visit. Who does that?”

He called out after you, “I still maintain that anyone would benefit from partaking the beauty of the morning glow from all your heavenly places!”

“I don’t forgive you!”

But of course you would and of course you did. His side of the covers lies crumpled and hollowed like a shelled husk of where he’d been. And the presence of the Glory means that guests have arrived.

A long inhale tells you that Ezra put the rolls in to bake and brewed some coffee. And a look around the room tells you that he went out in his sleep pants, just as he was when he woke.

You too take only a moment to throw on another pair of Ez’s sleep pants–the cuffs falling sloppy and soft over the tops of your bare feet–and one of his comfy cardigans over your camisole. Making sure your hair isn’t a complete disaster, you find your way to the living space.

A whole bouquet of Arcadian Glories bloom full and riotous from a canister on the kitchen table. If their colors were music, it would be a symphony, like the old Ode to Joy. If their scent were a texture, it would be flysilk and polished gold.

Three men are relaxing in chairs out on the balcony, engaged in contented chatter, cradling steaming cups of coffee, and squinting in the morning sun. Three smiles widen when you join them. Three kisses, one for each cheek–the smooth jaw of a fashionable bureaucrat, the grizzled, furred one of an old friend, and the beard you prefer over all others, patchy and shot with gray beneath unkempt chestnut curls and a shock of blonde.

“Sweet buns–” Ezra scans you over, the lines at the corner of his eye deepening as he notices his clothes on you, “--are in the hotbox. They should be just about ready.”

You shoot him a warning smile. “You boys relax. I’m on it.”

It’s a pleasant hour, a lazy morning spent soaking in sunshine and conversation. Ezra is in full form as he is whenever family comes around, yanking his professional sibling down to his rowdy level to laugh and jibe with him. Kincaid, meanwhile, smiles at them from beneath his beard, pulling short puffs off his pipe, all soft blue smoke matching shining blue eyes.

At one point when Arlo and Ezra are arguing about a finer detail of a boyhood memory, you lean over to the side and whisper into Kincaid’s ear as you refresh his coffee. “Love looks good on you, ‘Caid. How long is he staying?”

A chuckle churns and grinds in his chest. “Got him for a clutch. Might let you have him for a dinner. Or two, ‘cause I like you.”

“Softie.”

“Nobody will believe you.”

“Like hells they won’t.”

Kincaid only leans back contentedly in his chair. While his mouth is busy dragging from his pipe, he employs his eyes to smile for you.

On their way out through the kitchen to the stairway, you thank Arlo for bringing the Glories.

He has the same warm grin as his brother. “I’m glad you like them. I can’t take all the credit though. Ezra made me; said you deserved as many as I could carry. I disagree. Or I would have more hands.” Taking one of the many flowers out of the bouquet and handing it tenderly over to Kincaid, he explains to you, “You’ll find that they last a long time, even when cut. By the time they start to wither I’ll be able to bring you some more.”

Standing cuddled in the front doorway of the bookshop, you are the one to wave them off, since Ezra’s arm is otherwise occupied around your waist.

As his brother and your friend wander down the street toward the market, you catch Ezra staring off after them, a happy thought dancing somewhere behind his eyes.

“It’s nice that he’s closer now,” you hum. “Kincaid says he’s here for a week. Are you disappointed that you won’t get to see more of him this time?”

Ezra only gives a small smile and pulls you closer as he watches them disappear around a corner together. “No. Not in the least, tinker girl.”

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#Writer Wednesday #a girl lives in a bookshop #a girl walks into a bookshop #prospect fanfiction #ezra x tinker #ezra x reader #ezra x f!reader

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