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mochikeiji · 3 years

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Looking Like U Got Me

Request: "Prompt no. 56 and 55 for Gojo ＼(^o^)／"

55. "You look like my husband/wife"

56. "Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster"

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x Reader

↠ Warning: none! Simply fluff

↬ Word Count: 1.7k

↠ a/n: i accidentally mixed up prompts 55 and 57 ;-; but still hoping this turns out good!!

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event!

All he wanted was to wake up in bed, next to you— who would cuddle deeper in his arms even in slumber so he'd smother you with his kisses and tighten his hold around you and drift back to sleep longer, finally free of responsibilities for once and enjoy quality time with his only favorite person. But instead he wakes up with a groan passing through his lips, supporting his back side with his hand while shuffling to his side in a different position as the light sun rays shun through the window blinds, softly fanning his eye and forehead.

Gojo chuckles a bit before wincing. His lower back so tensed that he feels himself get older by the day. Pouting at the empty space next to him, he palms the cold sheet in wonder of where you are. Up so early in the morning when you could've just stayed in for him. How annoying. His eyes shut for moment when the scent coming from outside the room intruded his senses. Ah, you must be cooking breakfast. How sweet of you.

Thank goodness it wasn't another batch of dried crackers or cup of noodles that'll enter his mouth. He was never one to cook meals when he was on solo or when you weren't around. The very thought of not only the meal was awaiting for him outside, but also you excites him that it made him feel tingly inside. Call it dramatic, yeah, but it's not every day someone gets to wake up and immediately feel this full of love in the morning. You were the only and last love he's ever wanted to have in this world. It was so surreal even to him.

Sighing before pushing himself up, Gojo yawns out the remains of drowsiness in his system and stands. He didn't bother wearing a shirt since last night, claiming that he misses how his body rubs off yours in both comforting and suggestive ways. Plus it was just you and him home, he'd rather walk naked than wear the usual long sleeved uniform on a warm day.

The scent of coffee got stronger as he closes in his journey towards the kitchen. There was faint sizzling coming from the pan as you stood there in attendance. Stuck in your own little world, swaying to the sound of the radio playing, U got Me by Yung Heazy. It was one of the few songs that reminded you of Gojo back when you were both high schoolers. The exact song you remembered playing when you both hung out on a small cafe in Tokyo. Where he was so flustered, attempted to hide his blushes with his round glasses. The little things that reminded you of that memory never fails to make your heart race.

Of course Gojo knows this one as well. Because it was on that date as well he had call you, "his" after masking his embarrassment and from obviously checking you out every minute. How could he contain himself? He was a young man who was having trouble in the arts of love. Nevertheless he was glad to have grown up from those years. If his younger self could see him now, he'd be gagging at the sight of a softer version of his older self.

Snaking his arms around your torso carefully to avoid surprising you, he places his chin above your shoulder. Salivating at the sight of thick bacon in deep frying, shamelessly letting you know he was hungry from the sound of his stomach growling. "This is a nice way to greet me." you smile at the man behind you, who had his eyes closed in delight while rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat in need of attention. "Good morning to you as well, sweet cheeks." he says after pressing a kiss on your skin.

"You got up early." whining softly, his hair and nose tickling the side of your neck and shoulder, "I was hoping to stay longer y'know?" trailing his hands underneath the his shirt you were wearing, mapping out on all the skin he could squish and hold with his large palms. Noticeably pressing himself closer to your body, the much needed space gone but you weren't complaining. After all, this was Gojo, a man who knows no boundaries.

"I wanted to make breakfast for you. We haven't had one together since we're both busy." you say as you grabbed the nearby plate, turning off the stove as the now cooked meal sizzles softly from the pan before sliding down to the porcelain surface. In attempt to lick his lips at the now prepared food, his tongue grazes upon your skin, sending you to jolt a bit, hearing the joyous laughter from him as he places a kiss on the spot as an apology.

"W-why don't you go sit down, there's rice bowls and cooked eggs prepared already." stammering, you quickly excused yourself away from his embrace to clean out the mess from the counter. Gojo sighs out the adoration but obliges to your command. Not long after you had finally settled down in front of him. Seeing him in all smiles as he scarfs down on his food made you smile as well. Thank goodness his blindfold was off, they looked adorable twinkling in happiness.

This felt nice. To have an opportunity to be a normal couple once again. So many times you could only daydream of scenarios like this. He could say the same as now that you were present on the usual spot he'd come home to empty. Often dozing off during meetings thinking of where you were or how you were, the multiple times Megumi has fed up with his whining about how he never gets to see or have more time with you. Nobara even pointed out a fact saying, "You act as if you're both married." and Yuuji, being the happy child of the three had said something that always ponder in his mind, "Why don't you marry each other yet, sensei?"

It was a statement he's been considering for a long time. Marriage. Of course Gojo wanted to marry you after years of torment love. To have his precious students say that you both already looked as if you were married got him all heart racing, and very very happy. He's had vivid images of a life with you. Not far from what it is today, but imagine. Unlimited happiness after so long of fearing it. Perhaps maybe even tiny legs running around, giving him such big love as his grows for the family he's craved, watching you smile beside the doorway and calling them in for a meal.

If marrying you means he can have that every day, then the hell with it.

"You look like my wife."

The spoon drop echoes. Slowly his face erupted into a faint blush while staring back at your widened eyes and opened mouth. "What?" gulping down the stuck food in your throat, Gojo bites his lips watching you maintain your composure. So cute. "Y-you know you say funny stuff when you're out of it. Maybe some daifuku would help? Yeah! Wait a sec." quickly getting up from your seat and rummaging in your fridge, you breathed out the heavy puff of air from your lungs.

He did not just say that so directly towards you. Maybe you were dreaming? You wouldn't be if your heart wasn't practically being forced out. Gojo is always fun and games, right? He doesn't mean that.

Sad to think of it that way.

"Ow!" thumping your head above the fridge as you grabbed some of the take outs of Daifuku you got yesterday, closing the fridge back before returning shortly to Gojo, who seemed as out of it as you were. "You did say your brain functions best when you eat sweets. Luckily for you I bought these yesterday. That's why I cooked earlier now because I wanted to try it out with you!"

Gojo can't tell if he wants to be offended at the fact that you think he was joking or just now, cover his half of his face to hide his laughter and igniting squeals. God he wished he had his phone right now, the moment was just so priceless and precious as you were.

"...ter"

Muffles from behind his hand was heard. Tilting your head to the side, trying to process what he said but no avail. "What was that?" you moved a little closer next to him, tapping his hand away almost eagerly. When he does, you spot that knowing smile present on his lips and the uncharacteristic blush still painted on his cheeks.

"Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster, honey."

You've gotten more shy when his hand held yours in the most loving way while drawing patterns. Searching through his eyes if he was playing around, but you were met with ones you know of when they were full of sincerity. "I-i. You know, they were so cheap anyways and I figured you'd want them." he snorts before leaning his head on your arm and laughs hysterically. It was painfully obvious that you were in state of shock that you couldn't even process his words.

Up until now the effect he has on you was still there like before.

"Sweetie." he turns his body away from the table to face you, pulling you so that you were standing in between his legs looking down shyly on the floor. "I'm serious." his fingers reached for your chin to pull your head up to meet his features. His other hand still holding your smaller one; index finger tracing your ring finger in circular motions as if he was creating a make believe ring.

He should thank himself for falling in love and be trusting once again.

Because now, staring back at your eyes filled with the same amount of emotions as his. Reciprocating the exact thing he was feeling. Waking up just to start the day already wanting him to be there. Knowing all the littlest things he's shared. Hearing the erratic sound of both of your heart beats.

He knew he's made the right choice.

"You really do look like my wife. My future."

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simplyotometrash · 3 years

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Could I request hcs of the brothers reacting to MC asking them to lay on top of them. It’s just sometimes really comforting to have the weight of someone else on me.

I love your writing and I hope life is getting better for you! 💕

MC Asking The Brothers to Lay on Top of Them

Lucifer:

“What?”

You sprung the question on him while he was working on paperwork late at night.

“I just...well...”

“MC, please say what you wish to say. It’s late.” He rubbed his temples but there wasn’t even a hint of frustration or irritation in his voice. He sounded tired but nothing but kindness was direct at you.

“You’ve been working a lot more lately and I’ve been having trouble sleeping and, well, it’s really comforting to feel someone else’s weight.”

The blush on your face made him smile.

How could he say no to such a face?

He couldn’t

He turned out his light, now the room dimly illuminated by what light flitted in through the window.

“Well, my dear, your wish is my command. If you’ve been struggling to sleep, you should have said so sooner.”

He was careful when laying on top of you but found a comfortable way to lay soon enough.

It was odd, as usually, you would end up fast asleep on top of him. But he couldn’t deny it also felt nice.

“I suppose I could do this for you more often. All you need to do is is ask me.”

Mammon:

It was the middle of the night. The only reason you even bothered to ask him was because Mammon wasn’t snoring up a storm.

So you knew he wasn’t sleeping.

“W-what? Lay on top of ya? Is this some new kink ya found?”

Of course, you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.

You could feel how hot his face was. You loved how easily embarrassed your tsundere was.

“No, silly! Sometimes it’s just nice to have weight on top of me in bed. It helps me feel better and safer.”

Immediately rolls the two of you over to lay on you. You can feel his skin get even hotter against yours.

“D-don’t go makin’ a habit outta this, ya hear? I love ya and all but the Great Mammon ain’t yer weighted blanket!”

Says not to make a habit of it.

He’s the one to make the habit.

Him laying on top of you becomes the norm when you guys get ready for bed.

There’s something about it that makes him feel...small. But not in a bad way.

It’s like when he is the little spoon.

He feels protected and loved. Nothing can touch him.

But also nothing can get to you without going through him first.

And that makes him feel like he’s protecting his human, even while they sleep.

Levi:

Leviathan.exe has stopped working

System reboot needed

His face is so hot and red you could fry an egg!

“M-MC! Are you sure? I’m a gross otaku, I might not be very comfy to sleep under! A-and I have a weighted blanket, we can use that instead-”

“No, Levi, I want you to lay on me. If you’re okay with that. I liked weighted blankets but it is different when it’s another person.”

It takes some calming down before he goes for it.

And boy oh boy does he like it.

It’s not the most comfortable in his bathtub, though. He knows it’s gotta hurt your back.

So he plushes out his bathtub for sleeping to make it less hard and ensure your back will never hurt!

Besides, laying like that makes it way easier to actually lay together in his tub anyway. It’s such a narrow space.

Sometimes he asks if you can sleep on him instead and instantly understands the comfort it brings you.

Even when it becomes standard practice and asking isn’t needed, Levi’s face is always going to be bright red until he gets settled in for the night.

It also helps force him into a sleep schedule because he loves it so much.

Yeah, he’s okay with this. More than okay.

Satan:

Very little reaction from Satan.

He read about this kind of thing before. He was kinda wanting to ask you to lay on him but you beat him to the punch.

Mostly because he wanted to test it out.

“Of course I will. If it helps you, I’ll never say no to it.”

The biggest downside of being the one laying on top?

He can’t read to you very easily.

Satan loves reading to you at night, it helps the both of you wind down.

That’s okay, though. He memorizes plenty of stories to tell for the nights that he lays on top of you.

And he has books ready for the nights where the two of you switch.

He has no qualms with this. It actually feels really nice.

He can understand the comfort it brings.

Satan has never felt so warm and calm in his entire life.

But there will always be nights where he’s likely not going to be there when you go to sleep. So he invents in a heated and weighted blanket. He makes sure that he sleeps with it on him enough to the point it smells of him.

If it can help, even just a little bit, he’s happy.

The sweet boy just wants to do his best for you. He hates when he isn’t there for bed but sometimes it just cannot be helped.

Asmo

No explanation needed with him.

“Of course I will! I’ve been wondering what it’s like to lay on top of you anyway! You’re always laying on me when we sleep or cuddle!”

This man just adores it.

And he’s the smallest of the brothers so he definitely won’t be crushing you under his weight.

He likes it! It feels like he’s being pampered!

It gives you a great chance to play with his hair and he gets to just bury his face against the side of your neck or against your chest.

He actually likes it more when he’s on top of you. Especially when he’s had a bad day.

It makes you feel better and it helps him feel comforted after a long, awful day.

He feels like it’s his sanctuary almost.

Nothing can touch him but you.

This is completely innocent. He might make suggestive comments but this little habit you two have won’t be tainted.

Unless you’re the one to start it.

seriously this is just being said because i’m sick of everyone writing asmo as horny 24/7 and nothing else :))))

Beel:

“No.”

“But-”

“No.”

You gotta understand, this is gonna take A LOT of time and working up to get him to even attempt this.

Even then, he will never lay fully on top of you.

The most you’ll get is gonna be him resting between your legs with his head on your chest.

Beel won’t budge on this either.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m a big guy, I weigh a lot.”

All of that muscle comes with him being pretty heavy. Also, he’s somewhere over six feet fucking tall, he’s a very physically dense boi.

He will do what he can to help you but nothing will convince him to ever put more weight than necessary on you.

And even then, he doesn’t sleep too well if this goes on overnight because he’s just so worried about accidentally crushing you in his sleep.

I mean, it took a long time to get him to share a bed with you! And he’s still afraid he might roll over and crush you in his sleep!

Just take what you can get. He’s trying his best, he’s just scared.

He’s beefy and sweet and personally would rather you be laying on him where he feels a little more secure in your safety.

When he’s having a day where he just can’t do it, he gives you his jacket.

It’s heavy and warm and smells just like him. It should help, right?

Asmo said it would be a good alternative so he tries it.

Plus he gets to see you drowning in the fabric of his jacket because no matter how tall you are, his jacket will make you feel small.

The damn thing is baggy even on him!

Belphie:

Pffft

You never even needed to ask him.

You think you got a choice in this one?

Belphie will lay on top of you just because it means you can’t go anywhere unless you can get him to move.

Which means keeping his warm cuddle partner in bed all day.

So words aren’t needed here.

But you do explain it to him one day while you’re just snuggled in bed together.

“Huh. Makes sense to me.”

He’s so nonchalant about it. But he understands that someone else’s weight can be comforting.

Why do you think he sometimes pulls you on top of him to lay?

He takes comfort in it. Your warmth and heartbeat and weight remind him that you’re real. You’re alive. And you won’t be leaving him.

Of course, you’ll still be trapped by the Avatar of Sloth so you better eat and take a bathroom break BEFORE you head to the attic or to his room.

You won’t be moving until he wakes up.

Sometimes you swear he’s not even asleep based on the cheeky smile etched across his face.

You’ll take it, though. It brings both of you comfort

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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Hack Job

Jerome Valeska x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2315 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Jerome comes back from the dead with his face stapled on and she needs to help him put it back

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You were bored.

Gotham was the kind of city where you could never really know what to expect, and you had to be ready for anything. There was always something going on, or going wrong, but tonight, that didn’t seem to be the case.

It was an unusually quiet Friday night, with nothing of note happening, and really, you were glad for it.

Having nothing going on was better than having to deal with the truth.

Since Jerome was killed, nothing had the same gusto as before. You didn’t find anything exciting, or worthwhile and that didn’t seem to be changing anytime soon.

You missed him.

So, rather than think about anything else, you decided to keep doing what you’d been doing all this time. You were going to spend the rest of your life on your couch with a bucket of popcorn and shitty news coverage.

Shitty news coverage all about Jerome.

Evidently, the rest of the world was celebrating the death of the man you loved, even though you were more miserable than you had ever been. You didn’t want to do this whole thing without him.

Even tonight, which started out fairly normal, was dull and dreary.

You had a pint of your favorite ice cream and a spoon, as well as the newest episode of your favorite show, but you couldn't have cared at all.

Nothing was going to make you feel better.

Unfortunately though before you could feel too bad for yourself, all that had to be put on hold when the doorbell of your apartment went off, echoing through the small space like the abrasive chiming of church bells.

“Coming” you groaned, standing from your couch with a groan, leaving the old blanket you had been cuddled up with in your place. You were desperately hoping they would just go away.

You weren’t in the mood for any company but you knew that whoever it was would just keep knocking. In this city, you were painfully aware of everyone who lived around here and they all sucked.

They wouldn’t go away.

...But it wasn’t like something terrible was going to happen.

You had no idea who could be visiting at this hour, but you doubted anyone would try to pull anything on you.

Everyone knew you as Jerome Valeska’s girlfriend so they didn’t dare inflict the wrath of his killer cult, who basically worshiped you as a goddess, even now.

The fact that Jerome was gone wasn’t going to change the way they felt about him, or how they felt about you by proximity. As long as you were alive, everything that Jerome had believed in was alive.

That was all they needed.

However, the moment the door swung open, you knew your ice cream would be long forgotten, left to melt without a doubt.

After all, the last thing you expected to see on a Friday night was your dead boyfriend but in Gotham you had to be ready for anything.

“Jerome?”

The word came out as a single gasp from the back of your throat, your jaw slack as you tried to collect yourself. All that did, of course, was cause hot tears to spill from your eyes and down your cheeks.

It was weird.

You had never been super emotional, in all your life, but for some reason, this was really getting to you. You couldn’t handle the rush of emotion that hit you as you tried to fathom a million things at once.

Jerome was dead.

You had seen him die, and the coverage of his murder was all over the news. It wasn’t like you’d imagined the whole thing, or forgotten to take your medicine again.

It was real.

Though, before you could get too worked up in that, you pulled Jerome into your body as tightly as you could. You didn’t want him to disappear again, even if you couldn’t figure out how this happened.

It didn’t really matter as long as he wasn’t going anywhere.

You sighed, taking in his scent as deeply as you could just to make sure that he was really here.

He smelled faintly like formaldehyde but buried beneath all that was his calming scent that a few moments ago, you would have killed to smell again.

Somehow, you’d managed to forget just how much it meant to you.

“Are you real?” you whispered into the crease of his neck. You were no stranger to the odd hallucination in the past, but this was much more than that.

Hallucinating Jerome like this would be far too cruel to handle.

“Course I am” he grinned, pulling you closer before letting go completely, heading inside the apartment as if he owned it, which technically he did. After all, you’d bought it with the money he’d stolen.

The scene that Jerome walked into was hilarious, it was as if he hadn’t even left and you had been waiting for him to return.

The blanket you had been cuddling with was the only thing that was out of place, it had come from his closet, not from your shared bed.

He picked it up and looked back at you in questioning with a smirk dressing his lips. “It smelled like you” you level, shrugging and making your way over to him, before crashing down next to his body on the couch.

It was just like it always was, like it should have been all along.

You let yourself melt into his chest as you crawled into his lap, letting him wrap the before-mentioned blanket around you both as you moved closer.

...but there was one thing that you’d yet to address, and one thing that you needed to talk about.

Jerome wasn’t completely the same as you remembered because as you snuggled into him and let your fingers dance over the skin of his jaw, you were met with the cold chill of metal.

That was certainly new.

You pulled your hand away quickly and looked up at him in shock “What was that?” you whisper, keeping your voice low so as to not disturb the peace. You still hadn’t gotten any answers as to what was happening, but you certainly should have noticed that.

In the dark, it must have skipped your mind. You hadn’t noticed, but now that you had, it was kind of hard to go back to cuddling as if everything was fine.

It definitely wasn’t.

Apparently, Jerome's had his face stolen and as best you could tell, had attempted to reattach it with a staple gun.

“Oh no J, what did you do?” you whined, naturally concerned that he’d made some kind of half-cocked choice that was going to hurt him. He was prone to irrational solutions and you were worried.

There was silence between the two of you for a moment or so as you thought about what you were going to do before you stood from the warm cocoon you’d created on the couch completely.

You had to do something about this.

“How did this happen?” you muttered, taking his hands in your own to lead him to the table where you could get a better look at him. You didn’t really want an answer from him, of course.

It was just more of that nervous prattling you tended to get up to when you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“I did the best I could with what I had” he shrugged, as if there was nothing wrong with the way he had chosen to attach his face. In his mind, he didn’t think that he could have done any better but you knew differently.

It looked like a mess.

“You might as well have super glued it” you teased, sitting him down and getting to work looking him over. It was an absolute chaotic solution to what had happened, and frankly, you weren’t even a tad bit shocked.

The edges of his skin, held together with a few thick staples, were jagged and ridiculous.

“Careful princess, I didn’t exactly have you around to put it back on for me” he chides, admiring your concentration as you studied him. Your tongue peeked out between your lips as you did your best to pick at the staples without hurting him.

They had to come out.

Anything was better than having rusty metal holding your lover’s face on, and you were sure it wasn’t comfortable. As unpleasant as it was to look at, you could only imagine it felt that much worse.

“Stop me if I’m hurting you” you suggested, knowing fully that he wouldn’t. No matter what he was feeling, he was never going to admit that he was hurting. He was never going to do that, not ever.

Instead, all you could do was smile as you looked him in the eye, continuing to pluck at the metal in his face.

“I missed you” Jerome hummed, moving on completely from what you’d been talking about. He didn’t care about if his face hurt or about the fact that he was literally back from the dead.

Nothing mattered to him any more than you did.

“I missed you too” you whispered, taking in the predatory look in his eyes as he looked at you. You found yourself admittedly taken aback by that because you hadn’t seen that look in almost a year.

You really had.

Jerome was your greatest friend, and the love of your life. Having to live life without him for so long was awful, and you never wanted to do it again.

If you could help it, he would stay by your side forever.

“Y/N” he sighed, catching you off guard. Jerome very rarely used your real name so at first you were concerned you had hurt him, or that something was wrong.

However, all he really wanted was for you to give him the attention he’d been craving.

You were trying desperately to get his face cleaned up but he was already bored of that. So bored, in fact, that he slid his hands under your ample thighs to pull you into his lap, earning a heavy sigh from you.

This was going to take forever.

“Jerome” you scoffed, doing your very best to get away from his hold so that you could finish up here, but he wasn’t having any of it. In fact, the more you struggled against his hold, the more Jerome laughed.

This was one big game for him.

“I have to get you cleaned up J, you need to let me” you grumbled, doing everything that you could to figure this out. You were well aware of how difficult he could be but this was serious.

He could really run into trouble with this.

“But that’s no fun at all” he huffed, pressing a kiss to your face as gingerly as he could. It had been too long since he’d been able to hold you and right now, the last thing he wanted to do was wait for anything.

Especially not for you to sew his face back on.

Without hesitation, you stood from his lap and headed over to the medicine cabinet before he could argue with you over it.

He wasn’t happy about it, of course, which you could tell because of the hefty slap on your ass as you did so.

Thankfully though, you didn’t have to care about that because you had a job to do right now and it was far more important than whatever he wanted to do. You had plenty of time to spend together now that he was back.

You didn’t exactly have any experience reattaching faces but you knew anything you could do would be better than the hack job he was currently walking around with.

At least if you took over, it would be clean.

After quite a bit of going back and forth, you decided that a spool of thread and a sharp, disinfected needle was going to be your best option.

You practically soaked everything in 95% pure alcohol, and if it wasn’t clean, not was.

The last thing you wanted was for Jerome to be walking around with a painful, infected face, so you let the needle disinfect for a little longer just in case.

Once you felt it was good enough, you headed back over to the table where Jerome was now pretending to be dead against the hardwood, always the drama queen.

“Get up you goofball” you ordered, playfully smacking his shoulder with the back of your hand before setting everything you had gathered down in a huge pile.

You weren’t looking forward to doing this but it had to be done and you couldn’t exactly take him to urgent care to get it done. After all, the man you loved was still a wanted criminal, even though some people didn’t know he was alive.

“Okay J, this might sting a little” you sigh, biting into the plump flesh of your bottom lip to stifle your own nerves.

Jerome wondered if maybe you were more bothered by this than he was, but he thought it was cute so he said nothing regarding it.

“That’s okay kitten, I’ve got something to hold onto” he smirks, grabbing onto you before you could even ask what he meant.

Jerome Valeska was always a terrible flirt but considering you hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year on top of that, you couldn’t imagine how bad he was going to get.

It wasn’t until you felt his hands snake around your waist that you understood the meaning of his words, your suspicions were confirmed when he took two big handfuls of your jean wrapped ass and kneaded the flesh through the fabric.

This was definitely not how you thought your night was going to go this morning, but at least he was alive.

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yellowsuitcase · 3 years

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Draco as a boyfriend pt 2 // Draco Malfoy HC

A/N: Part two my loves, Happy New Year! Be safe <3

Masterlist

Part 1

So we know the guys a child but also a romantic at heart.

But Draco is also very smart, he knows how to push your buttons.

Within the first month of dating he’d find out where your ‘spot’ was. As in, where he could place kisses to make you go wild.

Say it was the skin on your neck beneath your ear, this man would kiss you there every time you were giving him a hard time, or just to be a lil bitch.

“Draco, why must you bug me every time I attempt to study?”

^^ He wouldn’t even reply, he’d simply brush your hair back and kiss you gently, maybe even nipping your skin a bit. And just like that, your anger/frustration is quelled.

Jealous...he gets v e r y jealous. Is the type to give you ‘the look’ when you’re talking with other guys.

A bit needy. He doesn’t like admitting when he needs help or when he feels afraid/weak/sad, but when he works up the courage to confess these troubles to you, his gates open and he breaks down. He’s always trying to be strong, to put up a front, but especially around 6th year, he’s very hostile and visibly depressed.

He’s super emotional and needs someone to be able to care for him when he loses control.

He is quite dominant in bed, but will let you top if you really want to and if you prove to him you can.

Would never ever ever pressure you into do anything you didn’t want to do though, he is very good at controlling himself (as all men should be but alas)

Nicknames and pet names, he’s quite fond of them. His favorites are babygirl, darling, and love. But he’d def make one specific to you. Maybe if you called him Ferret (cuz he got turned into one lmao) he’d call you an animal as well. Perhaps your patronus. If he’s angry tho, he’ll call you by your last name.

The boy has a temper, but something about your touch is almost always able to dispel it. However, if you two ever really got into an argument (which is pretty likely just cuz being a teenager and young adult is hormone central) he would probably be the type to start hitting shit tbh. He would never ever hit you, of course, but the ink bottle on his desk may get smashed.

I also get the feeling he wouldn’t be the type to resolve issues before going to sleep. Like he has no problem storming out of your room or kicking you out of his. The next morning though, he’d get on his knees if he had to to make you forgive him.

I don’t think he’d be crazy about naps, but he’d love if you came to his room just to sleep while he works. Literally his favorite thing is to be doing his homework and occasionally look up to see you fast asleep in his bed. And once he finished he’d go over to you and kiss your face, absolutely obsessed with you. You’d always get embarrassed when he tells you how cute you looked.

“You look so pretty when you’re asleep.”

“Draco, that’s creepy and also no I don’t.”

“How would you know?”

“Because you’ve taken just about a hundred photos of me.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so adorable. Plus, you’d do the same if I had fallen asleep with my arms all sprawled out like that one time.”

Another thing he does when you’re asleep is rant. Like I’ve mentioned, he isn’t one to openly talk about his emotions despite having MANY. So when you’re deep in dreamland, he voices all his worries and troubles.

Yet aNOTHEr thing he’ll do when you’re asleep, is wake you up in a s p e c i a l way, if you know what i mean ;)

“Good morning, love.”

“Fuck, Dray. Don’t stop.”

Cuddles. All the time. Gosh how he loves to spoon you (he’s the big spoon ofc)

Tickle fights are a common occurrence. They get you all tuckered out and sleepy and my god does he love sleepy Y/N.

“Is my baby sleepy?” he’d ask you. You hardly ever replied with words, opting to groan and roll away form him. He’d pull you right back tho, guiding your head to his warm chest where his heartbeat would lull you to sleep.

“Sleep, love. I’ve got you.”

As we know, he is a child. I think that when you guys are alone, especially late into the night, he’d turn into a puppy dog of sorts.

“Y/N,” he’d call.

“Yes, Dray?”

“Did you know that I, Draco Malfoy, fancy you?”

“Yes, I did. I fancy you as well.”

“Well who wouldn’t, I’m Draco Malfoy aren’t I?”

All you would do is roll your eyes and remind him that if he keeps thinking like that he’ll get a big head. But if we’re being honest, he already does.

I think he might be fond of your singing. Even if you can’t sing, I think he’d love to hear you hum a little tune. It would put him at ease.

“Sing to me, won’t you?”

“Must I?”

“You absolutely must.”

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makowo · 3 years

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Forever Deep Below Creation

This is still a work in progress, but due to my lack of posted writing in the past 3 months, I thought I'd give a sneak peek at the beginning of the fic.

Warnings: None

Characters: Naegi Makoto, Kirigiri Kyoko

Relationships: Kirigiri Kyoko/Naegi Makoto

Words: 3k

It’s another warm night in the woods. Cicadas cast their calls to the air, and while some creatures tuck into their nests and dens, others rise to greet the darkened sky. Wing and hooves and fingers and claws grazing the sky, Brushing against the stars and cupping the face of the moon.

And here Makoto is, prepping dinner in the cottage he calls a home. His home. Their home.

He pulls out a knife from the block by the counter just as he hears the front door’s lock click. He can almost feel the burst of warm night air flooding their living room, though it is little to the warmth of the stove as it works to bring water to a boil.

He blinks, dropping his focus to turn towards his wife with a grin. “Welcome home honey!”

“Honey?” Kyoko echos, placing her bag on the coffee table. She leaves her holstered gun beside it, walking into the kitchen to check on him. “It’s unusual for you to use pet names.”

“Only if I wanna tease you.” He chuckles, and she does it right back. “Unless you prefer stuff like “babe” or “sweetheart”?”

Arms wrap around his waist, Kyoko resting her chin on his shoulder. “What’s for dinner tonight?”

She avoids the question, and he saves that tidbit of info for later. Avoidance is not a no, after all. “Yakisoba.” He nudges the noodles around with a spoon, half-focused on it as he leans back against his wife. “Thought it might be good to have something quick tonight, y’know?”

Kyoko merely hums, burying her face into the crook of his neck. “Shouldn’t you turn up the AC? You’re cold.”

“Means I can cuddle up to you to stay warm tonight though.”

“As if I’ll let you do that.” She scoffs. He can feel her smile against his skin.

“Ohh?” He goes through the motions of prepping their dinner, Kyoko stumbling along with his hasty steps with a steadfast grip. “And how are you gonna stop it?” Even if they’re on opposite ends of the bed, they always wake up with one clinging to the other. Hard not to cuddle.

She takes a minute to ruminate on it, before managing an answer. “Heater. Right between us.”

Makoto laughs. “Won’t that burn?”

“If it keeps your ice hands from touching me at 2 in the morning, then ‘m fine.”

His whine of objection couldn’t be more fake. “That’s mean.” He quickly nabs the pair of bowls set aside early on, tracing the grooves of their rims with his thumbs as he sets them out side by side. “You’re mean.”

Finally, he’s released from his lavender-scented prison as Kyoko reaches for one of the bowls, unsubtly nudging him in an attempt to get him out of the way. He stays still however, nudging her right back. “It’s still hot, Kiri-san! Gotta let it sit for a bit.” He warns with a frown.

“It can sit for a bit in my bowl.” She replies deadpan, still urging him away. And he relents, because it isn’t that big of a deal anyway but he doesn’t want to watch Kyoko burn her mouth while trying to eat again. Or just forget about it while she works.

“Then eat with me in the living room.” Makoto grabs his own bowl, getting what yakisoba she leaves behind in the pan. “And after it, we go straight to bed.” He’s not risking his work going to waste, after all.

Even with these tough terms he’s set up, Kyoko lazily nods, most likely due to still suffering from sleep deprivation. Maybe she’ll decline when she’s woken up a bit, maybe she won’t. Makoto decides to settle down on the couch and put on a movie that might distract her from it anyway.

It’s more background noise than anything, though; something about an escape room? Pretty sure he put on a sequel movie too, which turns their interest only to one another. Not that he minds.

“Would you like to go on a trip sometime in the next month?”

“Mmh, yeah?” He replies through a mouthful of food, quickly swallowing it before continuing. “What case has you going out of the country this time?” It’s not odd for Kyoko to ask if he wants to travel with her if she knows it’ll take too long for Makoto to bear.

She shakes her head, taking a bite of her food before answering. “I mean as a vacation, actually?” She replies with a tone implying that she’s questioning her own words already.

“Vacation?” He can’t help but echo, because… well, Kyoko never takes vacations! He can imagine she has a lot of days saved up because of that, but it never seems like she plans to put them to use other than for emergencies. Guess he read her wrong on that part, even if this is the first time she’s planning a legitimate vacation herself in the four years she’s been working as a detective again.

“Is it a bad time?”

“No, no!” Makoto shakes his head, not daring to let this slip by. “I’d love a vacation! It’d be nice to get out of the house.” He doesn’t really have much going on anyway, since the whole school idea didn’t really pan out. He’s just a stay at home husband now, and since Kyoko still makes enough money to support them both, he’s not actively seeking a job right now. Thus, he’s perfectly free.

Kyoko smiles. “Good. I’ve made sure to go ahead and clear up a week for ourselves, but I need to know what you might want to do.” She glances at him curiously, before quickly adding on. “Preferably not something that’s outside of Japan, I’d have trouble paying for that right now.”

Well that’s a no brainer for him, but it does narrow down his options significantly, which he happens to be thankful for. “Do you have anything in mind?” For a fleeting moment, Makoto recalls his dinner, taking a bite of it before he looks away from it and thus forgets it even exists. “I’m gonna be honest, I don’t really have anything in mind…” Never been one to aspire for once-in-a-lifetime thrills, like skydiving or something. He’d be happy just lounging at home the whole week, despite his earlier comment.

“I thought we could go to a nearby city then, and go sight-seeing.” Kyoko spares a glance towards the movie playing, before interest in it is once again immediately lost “Maybe in Seoul? There’s a large cave system there as well, and they’re open to caving this time of year.”

“Hm?” Makoto tries to recall what exactly that is, but he’s drawing blanks. “What’s that?”

“Well, Seoul is-”

“I know what Seoul is.” Makoto deadpans, though completely understands why she thought that was what he was talking about. He’s not the most educated person, what with the whole memory loss thing. “”I mean caving! I’ve never, uh, heard of that.”

“Ah.” Kyoko nods, setting down her bowl on the coffee table. “Apologies. It is rather self-explanatory however; we just go and explore a cave system with a small group.” She shrugs, stifling a yawn. “I thought it might be fun to do something like that together. It’s rare for a person to do, wouldn’t be too dangerous, and we’d be together the whole time.”

That does sound pretty cool, he’ll admit. He’s never really gone into a cave before, if he excludes the ones that they’d have to hide in during… ah, well, it’d just be nice. Doing something kind of thrilling. He imagines it’s thrilling, at least.

“I think it’d be fun!” He finally chirps, leaning over to rest his head on Kyoko’s shoulder. “It’s been a while since we’ve done something together, I’m sure it’d be a good time for us both.” And he’s pretty sure they don’t have any trauma tied to caves, which is a definite plus! Unless they count claustrophobia? Neither of them have shown signs of that though, so they’ll hopefully be fine. Hopefully.

As if she were able to sense his worry (which he doesn’t doubt that she can), Kyoko places a hand on his leg, stopping its worried bouncing. He hadn’t even noticed it doing that. “Are you sure?” She asks lightly, brow furrowed with worry. “”It can be dangerous, you know. There’s only so much a tour guide can do to make naturally made caves safe to enter.”

Makoto frowns, now actually worried. “Then why would you recommend it?” He asks, very quietly.

Kyoko takes a while to respond. In fact, she doesn’t respond until she’s actually finished her dinner, as well as his. It was getting cold so he may as well let her have it. “Do some looking, and if you have a better idea, tell me.” And then she heads to bed, because that’s just. A perfectly fine way of ending a conversation.

Makoto trudges on after her after about an hour of thinking (mostly lack thereof, with the television being such a terribly convenient and easy distraction) on the couch. Unlike most nights though, where the room is pitch black, her back turned from the door so as to not catch the stray rays of lights that he’s forgotten to turn off, it’s… actually still pitch black in there. But after a moment of letting his eyes adjust, he catches Kyoko’s alarmingly bright gaze cutting through the gloom.

“Can’t sleep?” He mutters as he stumbles through the dark, going off of his recollection of the room’s layout, reduced to something of barely any use through the haze of sleepiness tugging at his being.

“I can.” She replies slowly, watching him not unlike how a cat would watch their owner. Not that she or their relationship in general compares to that; she just has that… “look”. Like she knows everything. “Was just waiting for you to come to bed.”

If he’s being honest, it’s kind of exciting. It’s the look she gives when her interest is upon him entirely, something that earns a flattered blush every time. “Thank you then.” He chirps, before crawling into bed like a lizard wriggling beneath the warm sands of a desert, except much less gracefully.

He almost expects nothing to happen, oddly enough. He should have known Kyoko was waiting for a reason.

A warmth presses up against his back, and a hum against his ear. “Don’t have to go in until noon tomorrow.” Kyoko huffs. He can just sense her smile when he shivers. “So… we could…” something presses between his legs, and teases just the right spot, “have some time to ourselves, maybe…?”

Makoto is a weak man, and especially weak for his wife. And thus, all he can do is scrounge up what remains of his energy, roll over, and let the franticness of their motions do the rest. ------------------------------------

It’s quite a hike to get to the cave they’ve been looking at. The route is safe, spacious, and short for the most part; it’s apparently a tour “good for beginners”, and while Makoto believes their caving adventures will begin and end with this one, it’s nice to know that this place doesn’t have any curveballs. Or spike-filled areas. Or tunnels one can only crawl through. Or maybe even fractures.

“Stop worrying.” Kyoko demands, his thoughts coming to a harsh stop. He manages not to be totally thrown off, following hastily after his wife as they trudge along a pebble-filled path.

He sighs when he catches up, glancing around. Just west there’s Tokyo, bustling with life, but it’s far enough only to serve as a backdrop to the hill-covered fields they’re in. They follow a path lined by thin ropes tied to sticks in the ground every other step, as despite the lack of actually dangerous areas nearby, there’s a lot of… well, area. The Tragedy changed a lot of the landscape, more so than most would believe.

Stopping his mind from wandering too far again, Makoto directs his attention ahead. They have a few other people with them, much more diverse in their body type than he assumes the average would be for much more difficult to traverse caves. They talk amongst themselves, all of them clearly going with someone they know for the trip. Ahead of them, the tour guides walk, though he can’t tell what they’re doing. He doubts it to be much at all, really.

“Are you excited?” He finally asks, careful not to speak loudly. He doesn’t want to draw much attention from their peers here, they’re lucky enough to have only garnered a few curious looks.

“Of course.” Kyoko replies, just as quiet. “I’m sorry it had to be delayed so much, cases just kept piling up.”

Makoto scoffs. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you’re able to help people.” Adjusting to keep a good hold on his backpack, he reaches over to grasp Kyoko’s hand. She’s changed her gloves today. Much rougher. “Even if it’s not another year until we get a chance like this again, I’m satisfied.”

He hopes for a smile, or the most likely quirk of the lips she gives when beyond the walls of their home. He earns neither.

“I’m not.” She tightens her grip, tugging him forwards. “Come on. We’re falling behind.”

Makoto nods, silent as he follows her up the steep incline, and silent still until they come to the entrance to the cave.

He can only think of an open maw when he sees the entrance. It sits neatly above the ground, embedded into the side of the hill’s peak, moss creeping over the exposed rock. Various plants and flowers bloom from cracks in the walls he can see, reaching out towards the sunlight beyond. But as he looks upon the entrance, the teasing glimpse it shows of its surely vast depths, he can’t help but think they’re trying to escape the dark rather than gain any sunlight.

The heat must be getting to him.

“Alright everyone!” One of the guides chirps, clapping their hands to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s do a quick check to make sure everyone has what they need!”

Makoto remembers all their supplies, and part of him knows that he has everything, but anxiety urges him to check once more. Plus, he needs to actually put some of it on now. That too.

He crouches down and pulls his backpack around, trying not to focus on the cave. Instead, he mentally lists off each item as he finds it; helmet, gloves, boots, first aid kit, and a flashlight. Not much really, and he’s more than happy about that fact.

Makoto sighs, putting on each item he needs and putting away the rest. He’s careful about the gloves in particular as he puts them on; the helmet may have a light that could break if he’s not cautious, but Kyoko picked these out for him specifically before this trip. She has very strong opinions about them, and apparently these are the best pair for this sort of task that she could find. And they must be, they’re very comfortable! A perfect fit even, despite the fact that she gave them to him on the way here without any warning. He can’t imagine what they must have cost.

After checking for his caving suit and quickly realizing that he already put it on before making this trek, Makoto shoves his old shoes and socks into the back, hopping back up just as everyone else seems to be handed something.

“Now, before we head in, I want you all to get a good look at this map.” The guide says as they hand a sheet of paper to each group. “Even if this is a short trip, and we know this place like the backs of our hands, there’s a few turns here and there!”

Kyoko takes the map they’re given, Makoto peering at it from over her shoulder, having to crane his neck to get a good look. It doesn’t seem like too much, thankfully; there’s a meander or two, but none on the main path, thank the gods. He’d prefer not to have to do any crawling during this!

“It’s a straight shot, huh?” He comments absentmindedly, resting his chin on his wife’s shoulder.

She merely huffs, reaching back to thread her fingers through his hair. Despite the unsatisfying feeling of the gloves she’s wearing right now, he eagerly leans into the touch. “Yes. I’ve seen pictures of the cave as well, and it appears to not be very dangerous, unless one was actually being reckless. Should take about twenty minutes, at most.”

Makoto grins, wrapping his arms around Kyoko’s waist. She makes another sound, something like a noncommittal grunt, but doesn’t nudge him away as he expects. It’s nice. “And after this we go eat at Stellar Cafe.”

“We ate there last week.” She quickly reminds him, paying only a partial bit of attention to what those in front of them are saying. Something about the first aid kits, nothing very important.

“Too bad.” He gives her a quick peck on the cheek. “I like their food, and the service is nice.”

He can hear her stifle a laugh as she pulls away. “You like their curry. There’s perfectly good curry elsewhere.” She reaches into her own backpack, pulling out a walkie talkie. “Now get your radio out.”

“Don’t you think this is kind of overboard?” He pulls it out anyway of course, making sure his is connected to hers. “They never recommended these for caving, at least not on the sites I looked at.” Seems that most of the time people are expected to stay together anyway, if there’s more than one person at all. He’s surprised Kyoko decided to do this.

“Can’t ever be too safe.” Is all she says, before looking to the cave. “It’s time to go.”

Makoto follows her gaze, and sees the rest of the group already clambering over rocks as they enter the hole. “Ah.” He pauses, choking on nothing for a moment so fleeting he can’t even react. “Yeah.”

If he showed any hesitation, Kyoko does not acknowledge it. Instead, she walks ahead, and with heavy steps he pretends are eager, Makoto follows her into the dark.

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and that's it! quite a bit, and definitely not the best writing in the world, but im very proud of it so far! if you can then please rb this and give your thoughts, i do this for free but there's a reason i post my fics at all, which is validation <3 basically what keeps me going and able to continue writing at all, actually.

#danganronpa #makoto naegi #naegi makoto #kyoko kirigiri #kirigiri kyoko #naegiri #writing #fics #this has taken. a While #ofc this isnt the final product but this cuts off right before the horror parts start. which im very excited for #this fic has been a long time coming and im SO excited to do it <3 aaaaa

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xenolithium · 3 years

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For the ship meme I’m curious to know what you think RusIta would be like <:

Who reaches out to new neighbors?

I mean, Ivan attempts to reach out to the neighbors all the time. Are his attempts successful? Well, that's another story entirely. He does look particularly intimidating afterall. Luckily though, his boyfriend is the sweetest, happiest little bean anyone could ever ask for. So through Feliciano, he's able to talk to people and get to know them a bit better. There's just something about Feli's presence that calms people's nerves. Maybe it's his ever happy-go-lucky attitude or that cute face, we'll never know.

Who remembers to buy healthy food?

Feliciano loves and I mean, loves to cook. So he's probably doing all the grocery shopping. Not that Ivan doesn't ever get time in the kitchen. They help each other all the time and Ivan's particularly good at assisting in chopping vegetables or washing the dishes. He's very helpful when he wants to be. They'll both somehow end up humming while they cook or swaying to whatever tune they conjure up. Suffice to say, they are very happy together in the kitchen.

Who remembers to buy junk food?

Ivan, he has a pretty big sweet tooth and sometimes when shopping at the grocery store he can't resist the cute packaging and the delicious treats laying in wait, just inside. Feliciano also likes sweet things, but more likely than not, he just makes it himself.

Who fixes the oven when it breaks?

Ivan, because 99% of the time, Feli somehow makes it worse. Not that he can't fix things, but he'll add something more which ends up conjuring another problem. Ivan gets straight to the point when he's tasked with doing something, on the other hand.

Who waters the plants/feeds their pets?

Ivan has a lot of plants, more plants than anyone would think possible for one person to have. Which he takes amazing care of; Feli has a cat, which he forgets to feed. So in the end, Ivan does that too, even though Gattino kinda hates him.

Who wakes up earlier?

Ivan, since Feliciano likes to sleep in. Plus Ivan can't make him breakfast in bed every morning if Feli is up first. He also needs to water the plants, feed the cat and then watch his boyfriend sleep. Wait, you didn't see that last one.

Who makes the bed?

Neither really bother making the bed unless guests are over or they just washed the sheets. But usually that entails them cuddling together naked under warm, clean sheets so it's not made for very long.

Who makes the coffee?

Ivan will make the first cup and then Feli will make the second, third and fourth. Depending on what kind of day it is, like a meeting early in the morning. But Ivan always makes breakfast and that includes coffee.

Who burns breakfast?

Neither of them, they're both good cooks who know what they're doing in the kitchen. Even a normally easily distracted Feli remembers not to turn away from the stove when in the middle of cooking.

How do they let each other know they're leaving the house?

Feliciano will announce it loudly, even if it's only for a couple minutes like leaving to take out the trash. For longer trips he'll always pepper a few kisses on Ivan's face, tugging him to bend down so he can do so. But most of the time, these longer trips aren't as long as one would think because Ivan somehow always ends up finding an excuse to be next to him again.

Ivan gets very pouty, sort of like a child that isn't getting his way. He doesn't want to go and he'll pull every card in the book, not to. But eventually he'd relent and give Feliciano lots of cuddles and kisses like he'll never see him again, even if that couldn't be further from the truth. He's a little over dramatic.

How do they greet each other when one of them comes home?

It depends on how long the outing was for Feliciano. Just half a day? Then he'll be pretty casual about it. He'll keep cooking, or doing whatever he was doing prior to when Ivan showed up and wait for him to walk into the room, before giving him a friendly smile and waving him over for a kiss. Which will cause Ivan to pout because that wasn't what he wanted, sitting there like a big sad dog, begging for attention until Feli puts down his cooking utensils and turns to give him it. If it was a longer trip, then Feli would greet him at the door and kiss him in greeting right away.

Ivan is always happy to see him, no matter how long he took. He'll give him the biggest bone crushing, teddy bear hug and hang off of him to get some much needed affection.

Who brings home little gifts more often?

Ivan, he buys him whatever cute things he can find and afford. It gets to a point where Feli has to reassure him that he loves him regardless of how many things he brings him, because he realizes it's done out of Ivan's own insecurities that he keeps going to such an extreme.

Who picks the movie for movie night?

Usually Feliciano will pick it since Ivan says he doesn't care what movie they watch. But then he'll make comments throughout the movie about why it sucks, especially if it's a Hollywood movie. And Feli will begin to question his choice, but when asked, Ivan will insist it's perfectly fine.

Their favorite kind of movie to watch?

Romance for sure, Ivan likes animated movies a lot though as well like Disney.

Who first suggests a pillow fort?

They're both just as likely as the other to suggest doing this. It's a perfect opportunity to cuddle and talk while doing something cute and cozy. Usually they'll have a star projector underneath the covers as well.

Who falls asleep first?

Feliciano, usually because Ivan doesn't want to fall asleep first. He likes to listen to the sound of his boyfriend's soft and slow breathing. Thinking about how happy he is now with someone in his life and how great it is to actually fall asleep next to someone. He'd snuggle up against Feli's back, take in the scent of his hair, the feeling of his body and let the knowledge that he's there lull him to sleep.

Who is the big spoon/little spoon?

Ivan is the big spoon, mostly because it'd be awkward the other way around due to their size difference. But also because he likes being the big spoon. Feli tries to switch it up but either Ivan denies him or crushes his arm with his weight and they end up switching back again.

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Yay! Another done! Hopefully you like it! :D @canadiatuxedo

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destieltropecollection · 4 years

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Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1984 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester,Castiel (Supernatural),Dean Winchester,Knotting,Mating Cycles/In Heat,Heat Sex,Rut Sex,A/B/O,Friends With Benefits,Consensual Somnophilia,Mating Bites,Misunderstandings,Lack of Communication,Fuckbuddies,Spooning,Cuddling & Snuggling,Naked Cuddling,True Mates,Scenting Summary: Dean and Cas have been heat/rut fuck buddies for a while now, but Dean's starting to get second thoughts. His feelings evolved a long time ago but now he's feeling guilty about holding Castiel back from finding his true mate.

Sun Warmed | @suckerfordeansfreckles

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2586 Main Tags/Warnings: alpha Cas, omega Dean, first meeting, house-sitting, a bit of voyeurism Summary: Dean is a little bitter, but only in the safety and privacy of his own head, and definitely never around his brother and his new sister-in-law. Because those two really do deserve all the happiness in the world. And just because Dean wishes for a little happiness for himself, he will not ruin their bliss. The thing that’s a little hard on Dean, lately, is that during the past few months, Sam and Eileen’s new house somehow started to feel more like home than his own apartment does. He’s not even over that much, but he feels so safe and good and happy, here. It’s a space he feels like himself in, and it’s not really the company, it feels more like the energy around their house, the amazing smell seemingly haunting Dean when he drives back home and slowly loses it. He’s not sure which flowers Eileen planted that smell this way, but he’s been meaning to ask her for months. Currently, Sam and Eileen are in Hawaii for their honeymoon and Dean gets daily selfie updates while he house-sits for them. And somehow, during all of that and while accidentally flashing a guy, he figures out where that amazing smell comes from.

Essential Services | @Imbiowaresbitch

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3444 Main Tags/Warnings: Roommates, omegaverse, explicit sex, top Cas/bottom Dean, alpha Cas, Omega Dean, mating bites, quarantine, pandemic, heat/rut sex Summary: Cas has been sent home to work as an unessential service. When he arrives, he realizes his roommate Dean clearly wasn't expect him to arrive. What happens when they finally give in to each other?

Kiss Me, Kill Me | @saltnhalo

Rating: Mature Word Count: 4668 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean, Assassin Castiel (Supernatural), Guard Dean Winchester, Assassin Dean Winchester, Canon-Typical Violence, True Mates, Scenting, BAMF Dean Winchester, BAMF Castiel (Supernatural), Murder Husbands Summary: Seasoned hitman Castiel Novak is just looking to take out his target and get paid, but should've accounted for the fact that he may not be the only assassin at tonight's party... Cue the mysterious, green-eyed man who is more of a match for Castiel than anyone he's ever met.

Up On The Rooftop Greenhouse | @envydean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 5017 Main Tags/Warnings: alpha!michael, omega!dean, Beta!Castiel, Arranged Marriage, truemates, defying truemates, fighting destiny, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Kisses, Wedding ceremonies, pack houses, mentions of potential abuse of power Summary: Michael Shurley is Dean Winchester's true mate. Except, Dean has been in love and dating the Winchester house gardener, Castiel Novak, for nearly three years and Dean doesn't want that to stop. He needs to find a way out of the impending wedding before it's too late, especially when Michael shows his true colours.

A Strange Place To Find Love | @navajolovesdestiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6159 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean, Heats, ruts. Knotting. Happy Ending Summary: The Alpha/omega Rut/heat Center was the brainchild of a ‘more progressive, more caring’ government. In reality, it was just a way to stop Alphas from jumping unmated omegas when they were in rut, and to stop unmated omegas from getting knocked up during a heat by some Alpha they picked up, then having to go on welfare because the Alpha wouldn’t pay pup support. Dean Winchester worked for the center as a willing omega. Castiel Novak decided to give it a try.

Steel and Whiskey | @saltnhalo

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6207 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean, Mafia AU, Mobster Castiel, Mobster Dean Winchester, Mistaken Identity, Explicit Sexual Content, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Topping from the Bottom, Knotting, First Meetings, BAMF Dean Winchester, BAMF Castiel (Supernatural) Summary: When Castiel agrees to meet with the leader of the Winchester pack in the heart of his territory, he does not find the alpha he’s expecting. Instead, he meets an omega in Dean Winchester’s apartment with stunning green eyes and an alluring air of danger. Someone should have warned Castiel that the Winchester leader is not an alpha.

Just Here For A Good Night | @saltnhalo

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6646 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - College/University, Fraternities & Sororities, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Top Castiel, Bottom Dean, Team Dean's Red Ass, Dom/sub Undertones, Dom Castiel, Fluff, Frat Boy Castiel Summary: In which Dean is looking to get laid at an Alpha Phi Alpha party, and sets his sights on Castiel, who's just trying to make sure that nothing bad happens on his watch.

Are You Real, Dean Winchester? | Maleyah (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7447 Main Tags/Warnings: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape/Non-con Elements (not between Dean and Cas), Mental Health Issues, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega Castiel, Mating Bond, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Medication, Near overdose, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hallucinations Summary: Castiel struggles to survive in a world that was never right for him to begin with. So far, he has always survived his turbulent mind... because despite everything, his broken brain, his loneliness, the never-ending struggle, he's a fighter. One night, exceptionally reckless, borderline overdosed on his meds, he wanders the streets, foregoing his self-preservation. Hoping for the end, almost finding it, unless his brain is throwing him for a loop again. ... Only to be found by Dean Winchester.

Did you get my reference? (WIP) | @spnsmile

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8918 Main Tags/Warnings: Top dean w/ bottom castiel, explicit Summary: Take Dean, most handsome CEO with very pretty face and just your typical successful Alpha who owns his own company at the age of 30. But despite popular belief, Dean has one problem he needs to solve before an international conference: he hates the smell of unmated Omegas. Come Castiel, a clumsy word-class geek literature major who appeared in front of Dean in the middle of a raging river. His scent drives Dean's instinct to bite, plus he gets rid of all other scents in the air. Now Dean only has to convince him to be his plus one. Which means having a talking encyclopedia who trips in its own legs. How can Dean protect his high-wired True Mate from other Alphas and himself?

It's A Hard Knot Life | @navajolovesdestiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10874 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega Castiel, Punk Castiel, Rape, Tattoos. Knotting Summary: Dean walked up the counter and his nose was filled with the scent of peticior and sandalwood. He took a deep breath. The guy never looked up. Dean cleared his throat. Nothing. He rapped his knuckles on the counter. The guy didn’t look up, but he said, in a gravelly voice that gave Dean shivers, “Yeah?” “I was wondering if you had the latest CD by St Paul and the Broken Bones?” The guy looked up and Dean found himself looking into eyes so blue, he didn’t have a name for the color. The black eyeliner just accentuated their color. “We have a system here for finding things. It’s called alphabetically, you may have heard of it? That means the S’s are right between the R’s and the T’s.” Then he went right back to reading his book.

Black Rose Tattoo | @navajolovesdestiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10989 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean, Tattoo Artist Castiel (Supernatural), Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor. Explicit Sexual Content, Knotting, Pups, Dean is demisexual Summary: Dean heard the motorcycle before he saw it. He looked out the big front window of his shop, and waited until the cycle appeared. He watched the Alpha pull to the curb, stop the bike, get off and take off his helmet. He’d watched the same scene every day since he’d opened the flower shop next to the tattoo parlor. The Alpha shook his perpetually messy hair and walked to open his shop, out of Dean’s view. Dean sighed and went back to work.

Palaces of Rome (WIP) | @tucuxia

Rating: Mature Word Count: 11291 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Sam Winchester/Alpha Gabriel, Alpha/Alpha pairing, Alternate Universe - Ancient Rome, BAMF Castiel, BAMF Gabriel Summary: Despite his size and his father's expectations, Dean presented as an omega. Infertile, male omegas have no rights in Rome, so John arranges to sell him to the son of the Emperor in an attempt to provide his alpha son, Sam, a better life. Sam joins the army under General Gabriel's expert tutelage, swearing to become a warrior famous enough to buy his brother back. Dean accepts his place in the prince's harem, but he's about to stumble upon the biggest secret in Rome, one that has kept hundreds of thousands of male omegas enslaved for almost eight hundred years. The secret will either push Rome into an age of peace and prosperity or it will shatter one of the greatest empires in the ancient world.

Something Dark | kradarua (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 16466 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega Castiel, Spanking, Under-negotiated Kink, Rough Sex, Rimming, Choking, Dom/sub Undertones, Thief Dean Winchester, Dark Dean Winchester, Dark Castiel, Dark Sam Winchester, Dark Charlie Bradbury, Possessive Dean Winchester, Illegal Activities, Torture, Sexual Slavery, Murder Husbands, Killer Castiel, Killer Dean Winchester, Top Dean/Bottom Castiel Summary: Castiel looked even wilder in person. Dean let his eyes roam over his (now fully clothed) form, smiling appreciatively. He inhaled deeply, curious to find no real trace of a scent. “He’s on scent blockers,” the employee explained. ""Running this auction is involved enough without having to settle claim disputes if an omega’s scent triggers some alpha’s rut.” That suited him fine; both he and Sam were on scent blockers most of the time and he’d planned on requiring that Castiel stay on them too. It helped with anonymity. “Thank you,” he said, “That will be all.” The employee gave a small bow and left to service the other high bidders. “Well, Cas,” Dean said cheerily, “Let’s go home.”

Porn and Peonies | @navajlovesdestiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 20865 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe Alpha/Omega, Porn Star Dean Winchester, Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega Castiel (Supernatural), Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg, Mating, Switching Summary: When Cas accidentally meets his favorite porn star, Dean Smith, he's thrilled. He never expects what comes next with Dean Winchester, Alpha to his omega.

Mulanatural (WIP) | @tucuxia

Rating: Mature Word Count: 33385 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Sam Winchester, Beta Adam Milligan, Mulan (Disney) Summary: Dean Winchester is possibly the worst omega in his town; he's too big, too strong, and way too dominant. When the Matchmaker rejects his suit for a mate and the Huns invade China, he has to pretend to be an alpha to save his brother's life, but he may well lose his own in the process. Worse, he may dishonor his whole family.

A Symphony of Flavors | @wargurl83

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 43223 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Chefs, Minor Character Death (offscreen) - Freeform, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Verse, thar be smut here, Top Cas/Bottom Dean Summary: Master Chef Castiel Novak likes his life ordered. Controlled. Sensible. He's an Alpha with no mate and no hope of finding one. His life is turned upside down with the death of his sister and taking guardianship of his nine-year-old niece, Claire. Add to that, there's a new sous chef taking up space in his very orderly kitchen with his loud music and brash attitude, and for some reason Castiel just can't take his eyes off him. Dean Winchester loves to cook, love his mom, and loves kids. His goal has been to work with Chef Novak for as long as he's been in Kansas City. What he wasn’t prepared for was an Alpha all of his own…

The Nuances of Pack Politics (WIP) | @tucuxia

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 72679 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - High School, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Castiel/Alpha Dean Winchester, ,Alpha Sam Winchester, Omega Gabriel Summary: Castiel and Gabriel Novak are having a hard time fitting into their new school, constantly harassed by older alphas now that they have lost the familiar protection of their own brothers. The Pack, a group that claims to welcome and protect omegas at their high school, may offer them a chance to change all of that, as long as they can get in.

Grown-Ups Making Grown-Up Choices | @carrieosity

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 81039 Main Tags/Warnings: Humor and Fluff, Pining, Self-improvement, Self-worth issues, Comedy, Awkward Flirting, Mating, Sexual Harassment, Threatened Non-Con (brief), Healthy Relationships Summary: Dean is a grown-ass man - he can take perfectly good care of himself, thank you very much. Except that sometimes the easier or more fun choices aren't always the right or best ones, and, all right, maybe thinking ahead and working the long game isn't his strongest suit. It's fine! He's fine. When he meets Castiel, he realizes that flying by the seat of his pants may not be the best way to attract the super-serious (gorgeous, funny, genius) Alpha. Dean's shrink has been telling him he needs to start making ""grown-up choices,"" and if that's what he has to think about in order to make Cas fall for him, then he'll give it a whirl.

Celestial War (WIP) | @tucuxia

Rating: Mature Word Count: 151571 Main Tags/Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Dean/Omega Castiel, Alpha Sam/Omega Gabriel, Alpha Crowley/Omega Balthazar, Mating Cycles/In Heat Summary: The three tribes--Celestial, Wilderness, and Spellbound--have been at an uneasy stalemate for generations, but a prophecy about four omegas could bring about a full-scale war that will destroy them all.

don't care where you've been (WIP) | @thanks-tacos

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 240842 Main Tags/Warnings: Omega Dean, Alpha Castiel, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean, Past Rape/Non-con, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Domestic, Arranged Marriage, Abused Dean Winchester, Caring Castiel, Happy Ending, full tag list in the fic Summary: Dean's life is finally changing. After years of enduring Alastair's abuse, the alpha dies and Dean's married off to the next alpha the system pairs him with - Castiel. The man is strange and distant, but not exactly bad, and Dean's determined to be on his best behavior and not mess up the chance he was given. Soon enough, though, he fucks up anyway and has to call the alpha for help. Castiel's lived his entire life without an omega by his side, and he was fine with that. He doesn't know how to proceed once he's suddenly married to a beautiful man who's obviously been through a lot. Omegas were always a confusing subject to him, so he tries not to interfere much - neither of them is there by their choice. But when Dean calls for help, he understands he's going to have to set some things straight and engage more.

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sfw alphabet with semi eita

because like i said before, i’m in a semi kind of mood-

pairing: semi x reader

A = Affection (How affectionate are they?)

Semi’s most affectionate behind closed doors and will rarely initiate PDA since he finds it embarrassing and is frankly, kind of stiff about it, but he’ll never stop you if you want to kiss him or hold his hand in public. He’s not opposed to PDA itself and is content with you taking the reigns if the two of you are in front of people. He’ll never reject any kind of skinship from you, but he’ll sure get flustered. Once his friends start teasing him about it, he’ll find all sorts of ways to move to a more secluded area, because he definitely doesn’t want you to stop.

In his private though, Semi is more comfortable with touching you and physically showing you his love. He always has an arm around your waist when you’re walking around the house and there isn’t a day that goes by where he doesn’t ask for kisses. Of course, he returns the kisses tenfold along with heaps of compliments.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

It starts off during his first gig with his band, and less than five people show up to watch, two of them being the lead vocalist’s parents. In order words, it’s a total flop, but you catch Semi’s eye when you stare at him in awe during his short little guitar rifts. It’s just Semi improvising something on the spot to take up some of the scheduled program, but he feels his heart do a weird flip-flop do see someone so supportive of him. He’s always wanted to be someone cool and that’s exactly how you make him feel.

After the performance, he manages to strike up a conversation with you, awkward but enjoyable. You end up exchanging numbers with him that night, and from there, your phone is flooded with texts ranging from small recordings of what he’s been practicing to plans on meeting up before or after his next gig.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man adores cuddles and must have a cuddle session after a long day at work or at practice. He calls it his ‘recharging time’ and likes being the little spoon when he’s feeling down or stressed. Of course, he’ll never voice it out loud, but you can tell by the way he instantly relaxes when you pull him into your chest and run your fingers through his hair.

In reverse, he’d do the same for you and can be the big spoon as well. He doesn’t really care which he is, but when he can tell that you’re stressed, he practically drags you to the bed or sofa so that he can press kisses to your temples all while pulling you into a tight hug. Humming is a must, and there isn’t one cuddle session that goes by without him singing the lyrics of your favorite song.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

When he first asks you to move in with him, he isn’t really thinking about settling down. It’s not that he doesn’t want to. Rather, it just felt natural to have you with him 24/7 and that’s what spurs his invitation. He likes it when you take the time to choose his outfits, because it’s reassuring to have a second opinion on his style that Tendou sees as ‘lame’. Plus, there’s the added bonus of either welcoming you back or being welcomed back.

When it comes to household chores, Semi’s responsible enough to take care of them and expects the same thing from you as well. Everything’s split half and half along with a detailed meal plan on who’s cooking when based on his and your personal schedules, but of course, there’s wiggle room. He doesn’t mind doing a few extra chores for you when you’re busy since he knows you already have enough on your plate.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Semi doesn’t call it quits before trying hard to salvage what’s left in a relationship, but he doesn’t want to drag it on too long with him and his partner feeling miserable. Once his attempts to keep it going fall short, his break-up style is straightforward and to the point. He provides his reasons for why he feels that he and his partner aren’t working well together and tries to break it off as cleanly and carefully as possible.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

His commitment to you from when you’re dating to when the two of you are engaged stays the same, because from the start, Semi was always set on keeping you by his side. He realizes that you’re the one for him very early on and feels confident that he’d want to spend the rest of his life with you, married or not. He’s never had a single thought about splitting up with you, so the idea of being married is very similar to your relationship prior to that. He’s not quick to pop the question, but it definitely doesn’t take him too long before he asks you if you’d like to try the whole marriage thing.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Semi, by nature is hot-headed and competitive, but that doesn’t stop him from being the softest simp for you in the entire world. He’s kind to you physically and emotionally and tries so hard to never raise his voice against you unless it’s out of excitement or elation, because he knows that he gets carried away during heated arguments. He puts you before himself because he wants you to know that even though he can get riled up from time to time, treating you the best way he can is his top priority.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Semi never leaves the house without giving you a hug, and when he comes back home, he’s either expecting to receive one or waiting impatiently to give you one. This man just wants to see you and have you in his arms after a long day. He’s also a big fan of hugs before and after a gig he’s doing with his band, as it calms his nerves and makes him feel more confident and focused.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word)

He doesn’t say it out loud very soon, but he’s thinking it all the time right when the two of you start dating. He doesn’t want to rush things or turn you off by coming on too strong too soon, so he keeps it to himself. He’ll see you laughing at a lame joke he made and run those three words over his head over and over again. It takes him a few months into the relationship to say the L-word, and while that might not be very long, it takes his entire being to muster up the courage. It’s awkward, and he’s definitely red all over, but he doesn’t regret it seeing as he’s been waiting for a while to tell you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He trusts you a lot and doesn’t believe that you’ll leave him for someone else, but when he sees another person flirting with you and starts acknowledging said person’s strengths that Semi himself doesn’t have, he begins seething quietly to himself. He doesn’t like the idea of restricting you and telling you that you can’t meet with certain people, so he gets sulky in secret when he thinks you’re not paying attention to him. Of course, you notice since it looks like he has something to say to you but won’t, and all you have to do is reassure him that he’s the best in your eyes. He believes everything you say, so it doesn’t take long for him to cheer up again.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Semi’s kisses always start off very light and gentle, gradually building up into something more since he’s scared of being too pushy or rough with you. He favorite spot to kiss is your mouth but also likes peppering kisses down your neck, as it’s light enough to tickle you. He likes it when you’re happy and laughing, but he likes it even more when he’s the one giving you that joy.

Semi likes being kissed on the mouth just as much as he likes kissing you there, but the man loves when you give him kisses on his finger tips. He’s always felt gifted with them, being a strong setter during his school days and an excellent guitarist now, so when you trail your lips on top of his calloused finger pads, it’s as if you’re acknowledging what he’s worked for and what he values the most in himself. And that makes his heart soar.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Like most people, Semi’s favorite types of children are well behaving children. Children that are cute and listen well are his favorites, but children that are rowdy and rude make his gears grind. It reminds him of his juniors at Shiratorizawa and no matter how cute they may seem to you, kids that don’t listen and act rude will always be very uncute to Semi.

That being said, he isn’t terrible with them and could make an adequate baby sitter. He’s serious enough to discipline them, but energetic enough to play with them. It’s a perfect balance between peace and chaos.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

On most mornings, Semi has to wake up early to get to work, so sleeping in usually isn’t an option. If possible, he likes to prepare breakfast with you, enjoying at least one cup of coffee before kissing you goodbye and heading out, but if he wakes up earlier than you have to, expect breakfast waiting for you on the table. Even then though, he always kisses your sleeping face before stepping out the door.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

There’s nothing Semi enjoys more than helping you relax so after dinner and getting cleaned up with a warm bath, he has you sitting comfortably on the couch as he plays calming songs on his acoustic guitar. He’s not much of a singer, but he won’t say no to you if you ask. He’d much rather prefer if you hummed along instead, even if off key, but he can settle for you venting to him instead. To Semi, you being close enough to him to complain and let out your frustrations is more than reassuring.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Semi never intends to keep things away from you, but he does certainly find it a little bit weird to suddenly just spill his guts and tell you everything about his life all of a sudden. Instead, he waits for things to reveal slowly and naturally on his part. He’ll tell you without a problem if you ask him, and he doesn’t mind if you tell him things about yourself out of the blue either, but if he isn’t prompted, Semi prefers to take his time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Rather than getting angry, Semi gets frustrated easily because his habit is to see both sides of an argument. He understands that there’s sometimes conflict in a relationship and will do his best to keep things calm, but there are times when he does snap. This usually occurs when he’s feeling stressed, but it happens very rarely, and he cools down within the matter of minutes because he prefers not to drag on fights for longer than a day. It takes a lot for Semi to be full on upset with you, but after everything gets settled, he’s able to look back and acknowledge some mistakes on his part too.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Semi’s the kind of guy that remembers the big dates such at anniversaries, your birthday, and your parents’ birthdays just to be safe. Things like half-year anniversaries slip by his head just because he doesn’t find them as important, and to an extent, he even finds Valentine’s Day to be a little bit silly because he shows his love to you every day and doesn’t need an excuse to buy you chocolates and gifts. Still, he goes extra-hard on that day because you find it cute.

Other details that he remembers about you are usually from doing things with him. He knows your favorite songs and preferred types of music from performing in front of you for so long and your favorite and least favorite foods from eating with you. He’ll notice small and rather odd things as well, such as your morning routine or what you put into your cereal bowl first and strives to learn more about you as time passes.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Don’t get him wrong, every moment with you is his favorite, but he had to choose, Semi would pick when the two of you first held hands. Physical touch is a big thing for him, so even if the act seems small, it’s what builds the two of you up for bigger things like hugs and kisses and is a fundamental foot forward into a more serious relationship. Also, he may or may not just really, really like when you give his hand a squeeze.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Semi’s worst fear is to be overly protective and limiting, because that’s what he hates too. Instead of protecting you in a physical sense like pulling you away from suitors, he’ll watch carefully first and will only intervene if you look uncomfortable. Otherwise, he is your emotional and mental support, offering an open ear for your worries and a multitude of ways to comfort you.

As mentioned before, Semi hates being physically confined, so he’d also appreciate if you provided him emotional and mental protection instead by hearing him out when he vents as well. He doesn’t need much, just someone to talk to, but he’ll definitely feel overwhelmingly happy if you take some of your time to give him small massages and such to make him feel better. He also finds it undeniably cute when you stand up for him against Tendou’s playful teasing, even if the two of you are just messing around.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

For anniversaries and gifts, Semi likes to go over the top unless you want something more laid back, but generally, dates are kinda chill to keep a good balance. Most of the times, they’re either impromptu or completely unplanned, and he finds that aspect about his relationship with you so amazing. He can literally do anything with you and still have a great time, but even knowing that, he always treats you to things and showers you with praise. If you happen to be window shopping, and he sees that something catches your eye, he’ll always offer to get it for you.

He’s always very appreciative of you and what you do for him, so when he’s doing things like chores, he’ll think about how nice it’d be for you to walk in to a dust-free house. Suddenly, vacuuming becomes more entertaining. Sometimes, he’ll even spice it up by scrubbing the silverware extra hard so that you can see your face reflecting off of the spoons clearly.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Rather than being a disorganized person, Semi is sometimes a little bit too organized and can fuss over misplaced items. He has a tendency to nag easily, almost as a parent or an adult figure, and it sometimes does get annoying. Unfortunately, it’s something he’s picked up from going to school with a bunch of rowdy juniors, so it’s sticking with him.

Another bad habit is turning up the volume on his earbuds or headphones way too loud. You can even hear the music that he’s listening to through them, so there’s actually no point in him wearing them, and it gets increasingly frustrating when you call for him only to get no response, because he literally can’t hear you through the noise.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Semi always wants to look cool, but even though he does get a little self-conscious at Tendou’s comments, it’s not overwhelmingly so. In fact, he really only cares about looking good for you, so if you’re willingly to help him out with his style or tell him that he already looks great, he’ll be pleased and carry on with his life. It’s really only a problem to him if you suddenly decide that you hate how he looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Semi’s not entirely sure at what feeling ‘incomplete’ would be like, considering that he’s felt ‘complete’ before meeting you with volleyball and his friends; however, now that he has experienced a life with you, he knows that if he were to lose you, it’d be hard to move on. He’d hate to be apart from you and can only imagine loving you for the rest of his life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Semi likes having playful competitions with you, and while he’s not a big gamer, he finds Mario Maker 2 to be a blast. He likes making courses for you and challenging you to play them and vice versa. He also enjoys the multiplayer races and makes bets for what the winner can do or what the loser should be punished with. Usually, they’re small things like “Winner gets a kiss” or “Loser has to give a kiss,” so nobody’s actually losing.

Y = Yuck (What are some things that they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Semi dislikes rude, arrogant, and selfish people in general, but the biggest turn-off for him are people who can’t carry their own weight. This can apply to just slacking off at work or school or even at home. With him being organized and rather clean, a partner who doesn’t clean up after themselves and pushes all their chores onto him even though they’re not busy at all is incredibly frustrating for Semi, especially if the partner doesn’t make an effort to try after being confronted about it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Semi’s a bit of a night owl on his own, but even with you next to him in bed, it doesn’t really change. Sure, he finds himself tucked in earlier than he usually is because he wants to hold you in his arms and stroke your hair, but you’re usually falling asleep first as he silently watches, enjoying the quiet night that is accompanied by your soft breathing. He doesn’t doze off until much later, reluctantly letting his heavy eyelids finally close and block you from entering his vision.

He moves quite a bit in his sleep as well. It’s not wild, not to the point where’d he kick you, but he tosses the covers a lot. You’ll find yourself waking up to him sniffling because he’s cold and without a blanket. At that point, it’s up to you to either pull the covers back over on to him or snuggle even closer to share your body heat.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #semi eita #eita semi #semi #semi x reader #semi eita x reader #eita semi x reader #shiratorizawa #haikyuu headcanons

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thelostandforgottenangel · 4 years

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Hey sweet Angel^^ Could I please have smutty one shot poly turtles surprising reader after a rough day at work in the night with a romantic dinner at her apartment?

@bloody-dark-shells03 Lovey I know this is probably nothing like you imagined but I did my best

It had been a long rough night for the redheaded Beauty as she headed up the stairs towards her place

Work had been the epitome of hell

The last three days her boss was being a jerk complaining how he wanted something done immediately when the deadline was still a whole month away, somebody had stole her lunch again even though it was clearly marked and in her bag, her tea bags in the cabinet had been tossed out into the company drawer, both of her feet were killing her in the new heels she had bought for the meeting that had been cancelled at the last second, and that one bitch of a co-worker she couldn’t fucking stand kept getting in her business until she had gotten to the point of which she had almost turned and let off the frustration and stress she was keeping inside off all in Karen’s face if she didn’t just punch her out in the break room.

After today she was highly considering not going back calling her boss and quitting on the spot knowing if she didn’t tomorrow wouldn’t be pretty but she couldn’t afford to quit, couldn’t really stand to not have a job when she had just started to get somewhere in the company.

In all honesty; she adored what she did and it gave her a purpose but after today that purpose was starting to become a mental promise that she wouldn’t stab somebody with a spoon

As she opened the door all the woman hoped for was to climb into her warm bed and relax, maybe curl up in her blanket and watch her favorite show or read the book she had just gotten thanks to her oldest boyfriend

Instead she was greeted with the warmth of the heaters having been turned on, a clean home, and the smell of dinner wafting through the air mixing with the soft scent of her good candles lighting the room unsure who could possibly be in her home when she wasn’t expecting anybody but the moment she shut the door sliding the latch four friendly well welcomed faces appeared from different places in her place all with loving smiles and a warm greeting

“Welcome home Akachan”

“Babycakes! We thought you got lost!”

“There’s our girl”

“Took ya long enough ta get here if I knew ya we’re jus gonna take the stairs I’d ‘ave carried ya up”

For them it wasn’t to hard to notice how exhausted she looked and as everything hit the floor they were quickly to her side pressing soft kisses to her lips and speaking comforting words to their worn-out mate.

Leonardo gently scooped her up from the floor and carried her to the couch sitting her down before tenderly pulling off her shoes and starting to massage her swollen feet going for all the right places she was carrying all her pressure “Rough day love” his lips trailed kisses over her leg once his hands trailed up a bit more producing her favorite lotion working it into her pained feet and up her legs until he felt the knots easing

Mikey took her coat peppering kisses down over her neck and shoulders while peeling off the tight outfit she was in until Donnie could wrap her soft robe around her shoulders

Raph stepped in the room with a cup of her tea his older brother had prepared just for her “Fearless said it’s somethin new but it’s fer relaxation” the massive turtle lifted her chin pressing another kiss to her lips a bit firm but gentle letting her long hair down out of the style she had fashioned it that morning each tending to her needs and pampering their shared mate until she looked a bit more at ease just knowing today had to have been rough on their girl

This night was supposed to be special; they all had their own personal days to get her to themselves but tonight wasn’t about them and they wanted to give her the one thing they couldn’t take her out for

A nice romantic dinner

Each loved having the redhead’s attention on them privately but each lacked one thing to make the night perfect like she deserved. They are really romantic in their own ways but teamwork never failed when pleasing the one person in their lives that deserves the world

Leonardo although a master of everything and knowing her favorite things to what melted her wasn’t the best cook and the last time he tried he blew up her kitchen messing with the stove; now he was learning for his mate but – it wasn’t that great and it wasn’t really right to take credit for sneaking Mikey over to make dinner then make him go home without seeing her.

Raph although a respectable cook and master masseuse who could get her into a twitched pleased mess with just his hands working those tired joints lacked patients to prepare a full meal and do the work they had all done tonight plus he liked to plan out the night but after work he doubted his baby was up for a frisky turtle throwing her on the bed to add to the rough day

Donatello could have done this and more he is the romance casanova who has everything planned to a ‘T’ but his only downfall was the last three times he tried to surprise his lady he got there late due to working on his never ending list of things he had to do and she was either ready for bed the moment he came through her window or already on the couch in gown with takeout halfway through the series they had started together

Now Mikey – loveable sunshine as he is will romance her socks off with a crappy monster movie and pizza, maybe an all night marathon with all the junk food he can find but the next day her place would be a mess and he cleans up his own way scooting it out of the way once he sees she is out cold only an hour later and takes he to the room for a super cuddle session she won’t be getting out of

All in all they all were going to make tonight the best to date with her

“We made you dinner babes how abouts we all eat and then Magic Mikey runs you a nice hot bath with your essential oils, bubbles, and salts~ I’ll even throw in one of my massages” the youngest turtle beamed as Donatello relinquished his spot to go make plates for all of them voting on just eating in the den since she looked so comfortable

Each had helped make her favorite dish; even Leo was given the special task of chopping everything they needed cut up before he had gone and cleaned up so she had nothing to do when she returned before going back to the kitchen to do the dishes his younger brothers had ruined in the attempt to cook for the love of their lives

They all ate their fill by candle light humming happily at the meal they were so shocked was almost, almost as good as their girls before Mikey rushed off to keep his promise running the best bath anyone could imagine it would have made queen’s envious with all the candles he could find to set the mood and the tub filled nearly to the brim near the perfect temperature with the sweetest smelling oils to sooth her worn body

The two oldest turtles helped her in after Raph had carried her to the tub all four settling beside the tub keeping to the spoiling wanting their baby to know she was the most precious gem in their world until she was not only washed clean of her day but looking close to just passing out right there in the bubbles so at ease she could just stay there dosing off being drawn back to consciousness when Donnie chuckled kissing her lips as he helped her stand rinsing her of the floofiness that decorated her in white splotches of bubbles his soft churr making her smile tiredly stopping her hands from touching him

“Not yet love – one last surprise” with the utmost care the genius lifted her from the bath wrapping her in the fluffiest towel he could find leading her down the hall, the fact that the guys had went all out and made a rose pedal path from the bathroom to her bed was only accented by the fact that her turtles were already under the blanket making room for her and the taller turtle

The second she was between them the two older males cuddled the redhead close as the youngest took his place cuddling into her chest all holding her in one way or another

There would be nothing but loving cuddles tonight wanting her to rest they had done what they had set out to do she was so relaxed before all of them had kissed her goodnight she was out cold snuggled into the warmth of their bodies

They stayed there where they were around the love of their lives safe in their arms all night letting her sleep in and not letting her up easily, in the morning when she has more energy then they will be more handsy caressing her with pets and light squeezes while Mikey makes a big brunch for all of them worshipping the lady until interrupted

She isn’t going to be making it to work today… or tomorrow… maybe the rest of the week once Donnie’s done screwing with her schedule and putting in the time off with full pay, if her ass of a boss calls to get her to come in the phone’s disconnected with a message that leads to nowhere so she can fully recover in peace from both her hellish work environment and what is in store once they get her back to the bedroom so they can spoil her all over again tonight

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pixie-skull · 4 years

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AU Borhap # 6: Cute Moment on a Date

Before I go, yes I am going to attempt to make this open to anyone, but this creator wants more LGBTQ+ AUs, so this one just if you and x character went and the character’s thoughts. Please share your thoughts if this good or not in my ask box? :D Here are the rules too.

Another thing, this fandom includes real-life people and out of respect I do not condone anyone going to the listed and bother them, they may be celebrities, but are people too. :]

Inspired by this post and this one disclaimer, this mainly romantic fluff, but I am fine if this either read romantic or borderline sexual. I am also, curious who still making one-shots on this cast of celebrities or the Band Queen itself? I have cute ideas and want to request them. O.O Shout out to @impossiblepeggy I hope this adds good vibes to your day. :D

ONE MORE THING DEAR READER! =D 1st + 2nd + 3rd + 4th + 5th

Rami Malek: (loosely inspired by a dream I had, yes he comforted my overwhelmed/overstimulated self XD )

Rami tends to be quiet, yet he loves to do things that make those little butterflies take flight. This time he and you went to an open mic and you were getting a headache by so many stimuli. At the point during someone’s act, you sat down and he sat down next to you. You tried to keep it yourself the sounds and spotlights were too much. At a point one, he leaned over to check on you and notice you rubbing your eyelids and whispered with a hint of concern, but teasing,

“Hey Y/N are you alright?” you nod yet additionally says “I heard a solution for overstimulation is to kiss the sense that is overwhelmed, so in this case your eyelids?” and this makes you drop your hands and face this green eye gent.

“Oh is that so?” and now seeing you teasing him, a smirk grew across his mouth.

“Yes, may I try?” he asks and you want to respond and you close your eyelids and feel a gentle peck upon each lid. Only there was a moment of stillness after the last one was kissed. You peek an eye open and see him staring at you and his aura screamed for such silence his attraction. Leaning forward, to only be muttered rudely the person directly behind him;

“Excuse you, can we please watch Bri*or is that too much!?” and already overwhelmed, you rush out, sure a few more annoying grunts, but being overwhelmed never fun. Little did you know he followed and you turned around and trying to act fine, you see those emerald eyes widen more than usual in concern.

“Rami, you can go back, I am fine, I just needed to clear my mind” and turning around, you face the hallway wall. Only you heard faint footsteps and turn to see him have this soft smile. “What?”

“Now tell me why I would have any more fun without my significant other?” and when thinking, and rubbing your temples in thought going back and what to say, he leaned over to kiss your eyelids again. That gentle pressure and eventually arms around you, make your thoughts melt away. You open both eyes now and see him having his eyelids close, now you kiss each lid of his. Eventually, he opens those dark eyes and that tiny grin sneaks up again, yet this time you lean to kiss your partner.

*= I am not sure, but I dream Bri Larson doing stand up comedy. XD

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Joseph Mazzello: (I like few sports, baseball one of them)

You two went to a baseball game, Joe’s idea though. Funny enough being at the game, just you two focusing on the game, seemed not that much of a difference of cuddling and maybe letting him flipping to the baseball channel, just to see the score. However, today was extra cute, besides more of date due more affectionate to an extent, the weather had other plans. The day was already cold and windy, yet sharing a huge blanket and attempts to warm up, seemed not too odd. Joe though gave you more of the blanket, seeing he would hop up like the little joey he is, and cheer on the team when a good hit was made, sing to “Take me out to Ball Game”, and more, even get you food. However, by the eighth innings, you see it start to drizzle. Eventually, this little rain became a downpour and Joe gave you his sports jersey, even his favorite hat (if wearing one, he just puts on top of yours), and more to keep you warm. Luckily the team you two wanted to win won but at this point, your blanket became like you soaked and cold. However, poor Joseph was shrieving for all the layers he gave to you, even if you said no, he did not care, he wanted you warm. When heading to the parking lot and driving back to his place to drop him off.

“Joe-Joe, you are chattering away with how cold you are!?” You exclaim.

“I amm fiinnneeee Y/N” he mutters, luckily you put the heater on full blast and you see already happier results.

“Joe, are you sure you want me to stay the night? It is just rain” you ask.

“Y/N I insist, this rain makes the roads more slick and dangerous, and I do not want you in danger” and you jokingly sigh. “I mean it plleeeaaaassssseeeeee stay” he playfully yet also seriously whimpers.

“Okay, but I am making us warm drinks” and you can tell he felt happier knowing the plan of your stayover, made the little pink his cold cheeks warm up.

Finally, all settled in and both in two blankets of own, to keep warm, are putting away the mugs. When placing them away you hear him shuffling behind you.

“Y/N follow me please” and you nod and laugh a bit to see his dinosaur socks as he walks you to the guest room. He pats you sit next to him and he holds you close and whispers “Y/N can you please be the big spoon tonight?” and you smile and lean over and he cuddling in close your arms, while he also kisses your forehead, but before turning his head you whisper back a similar tone,

“Joe can I kiss you to warm you?” and he looks at you and mouths ‘yes’ and you do tiny pecks until he all cozy in your arms.

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Gwilym Lee: (sorry is shorter than the other two)

Your two’s date is cut off for a sudden reshooting a few of Gwilym’s scenes. So when waiting for him, you decide to order a pickup of your two’s favorite couple meal. He comes back to your place earlier than expected and you stand like a deer in high beams or shocked and unable to react.

“Y/N is that *meal* with extra *side*?” You nod and just see his questioning look melt to a grateful smile. “Awww I feel bad you did this and I been so busy” and you now smile back at him.

“Gwilym, it is alright, comes on you big teddy bear, let’s eat”. After a nice meal he offers to take you home and when driving you notice he took a different route. Eventually, he took you to your favorite little park and both enjoy the empty place. If pushing the other on the swings, going down the slides the fastest, or just climbing the monkey bars, which he was too tall for. At one point when back on the swing, you asked him to push you again, but this time he did less huge pushes, and when about to ask what is up, he just looked down to you, and you got up, and both kissed.

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Ben Hardy:

One type of date you and Ben both enjoy is acting like strangers and flirting to each other. This time you two were by the gym and you acted like you just came from the library and he sees you reading after a few lifts and leg exercises.

“Hmm, if I knew there be a book section I would also exercise my mind, as you seem to be doing” he smirked and you raise an eyebrow.

“Well with that lack of exercise, I am surprised you can talk sentences?” and he made a fake gasp.

“Uncalled for, I was just complimenting you? Is that too much to be nice to strangers?” and even some people were staring now and you laughed and the sense of being watched clearly he enjoyed. “Okay, let me start over?” and you fake chuckle.

“Okay?”

“Hi, that book I heard is amazing and I am Ben by the way,” he said waving and now you just laugh and he ends up laughing too.

“So shaking hands not your thing?”

“Oh I can shake, I just thought sweat and books do not work well?”

“I mean I know what is like a book and needs to be open, that sweat can be useful in” and at this point, you were giggling at how dumb this becoming. He keeps his smirk though and even licks lower lip.

“Oh? What is that?” and you get up and whisper yet loud enough some can turn.

“Maybe that mouth of yours” and you both trace the arms of the other and eventually neck to face. At the point he even lost his act and laughed, he picked up his things, yet with your hand in the other. When out of the gym by his car you two kiss.

“Well Y/N that was umm” and he just looked at you to see you laughing still, his criticism stopped, and he just kissed you more.

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Lucy Boynton:

You both went to a mini local community art like a festival. Not quite like a fair, but something where arts can still paintings, homemade jewelry, and even people selling their own wine. You two took a few sips, well, maybe enough to get you bit tipsy. Again homemade wine sometimes not always perfected and you felt bad for Lucy to see her not like the drinks, so in attempts to show off to your girlfriend, you drank instead toss; plus it made the sellers feel better. Luckily you were not too tipsy, but you did compliment her more and she giggled as you explain how beautiful she is in various ways. After a little more walking, she bought you two food and help absorb the alcohol.

“Y/N You are so adorable, but please do not again” Lucy smiles brightly and you nod understanding. “I just hope you know too, if you are getting tired, we can head back” her sweet voice singing to your ear.

“Lucy, I did see one thing I want us to get?” you spoke after finishing your lunch and leaned in smiling and you both kiss gently.

“And what is that Y/N?” she said after her soft lips parted yours.

“Would it be cheesy to say I want it to be a surprise?” you asked and she shook her hair, making her lovely hair bounce.

“No, not all, just lead the way Y/N” and she stands up from the small table, you take her hand, and head near where you started. At last, you found it and she even let out a small giggle. “Huh, caricatures?” as she asked you paid and you both sat down. As you both talked a bit to the artist, while posing, you got lost in her eyes and hands, you squeezed her hands loving. She squeezed back and held fix eyes and when the artist implied done, you moved your hands up, as she held your face too, to kiss.

#bohemian rapsody movie #Bohemian Rhapsody #RamI Malek #joe mazzello #Gwilym Lee #Ben Hardy #Lucy Boynton #AU #alternative universe

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nothing-but-kpop-dreams · 7 years

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GOT7 Reaction: Them being clingy/wanting to cuddle (request)

I am so sorry this reaction has been taking us to so long to post, but thank you for being patient with us. We are just trying to get all our reactions done to the best of our abilities because we really do want these to be written as best as possible.

Mark:

“Babe!” you cheered as your tired boyfriend draggin his self in after a long day of practice.

“Hey baby!” he said with a tired smile as he made his way toward you. He joined you on the couch, just suddenly flopping on top of you without warning. he tightened his limb around you. “i missed you today.” he said softly.

“I missed you too.” you said as you waited for him to move a bit more until he cuddled you up as the big spoon like he always does.However, this time he kinda just stayed where he was. he had landed on you to where his head rested on your shoulder. he gave up halfway through his crawl and just puckered his lips for a kiss, too tired to move any closer. Of course you maneuvered awkwardly to meet his lips, just so happy that he actually came over when he said he would. It felt as though you hadn’t seen him in days.

“Babe, I’m way too tired. Take it over from here and just hold me.” he huffed dramatically.

All you could do was giggle. “Was practice really that intense today? “ You cooed as you ran you fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, practice lasted forever.” he groaned. “I was just day dreaming of hanging out with you here all day.

“Well at least the day is over now!”

“Uh-huh” he mumbled as he nuzzled his head on your chest, settling himself so that he faced in the direction of the tv.

Mark soon feel so silent you thought he was asleep. “Baby?” you whispered.

“Hm?”

“Why don’t you go sleep?”

“I’m watching tv with you.”

JB:

“My angel! I’m home!” you could hear Jb’s voice fill your apartment from your home office.

You could hear him make his way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water, then making his down over to where you were. He skipped into the room with a big smile plastered on his face and he greeted you with a warm kiss. “How’s my cupcake today?”

“Wow, someone is extra peppy today.” you almost groaned as you moved your tired eyes up at him and away from your paper work.

“Of course I am. It was a short schedule today remember? This means we can finally go to that new BBQ place that opened up!” he said excitedly.

“Shit!” you thought. You had completely forgotten that you both planned to go whenever he had time in his schedule and he wasn’t that tired. “Aw, baby.I completely forgot and I just have so much work for this project.” you pouted

Suddenly he frowned just the deepest frown you have ever seen, it broke your heart. “But I finally have time now. I’m free tomorrow morning too... but the place doesn’t until open the afternoon...”

“I’m sorry sweetie.”

With slumped shoulders he let out a huff. “It’s okay... but I’m still here with you anyway that is what matters. I’m gonna go get another chair and come here and watch you work then” he said leaving the room. He had sounded a bit more cheerful, but you knew he was still disappointed when you saw him dragging his feet.

He soon returned with a dining room chair and placed it right besides you. He sat down and immediately rested his head on your shoulder. joining you in look down at your papers with a frown.

“So what is this for again?” he asked after getting bored of watching you writing for only six minutes.

“That project I told you about the other day.” you said in a mumble.

“The one that isn’t do for another two weeks?”

“Yeah...”

“Are you kidding me? You have enough time to work on it, let’s go eat bbq tonight!” he whined right into your ear.

You nudged him off, cupping his pouting face. “I know, but I am so behind already baby.”

He grabbed your hands and held them to his chest. “But please!” he begged. “It won’t take us more than two hours! You are always complaining that we don’t go on enough dates, this is the perfect time now. Let’s go!” a hint of excitement coming back into his voice

“I really can’t afford to loose anymore time though.”

“How about this, we go eat, then tomorrow i spend aaaaaaaaall morning helping you?” he offered,

“Or how about this, you go watch tv and unwind for a few hours or like go take a nap, while I do this, then later tonight we watch a movie together? That way right now I get my work done.”

His face cringed up at that suggestion and he slouched down in his chair dramatic, obviously turning down that idea.

“Can’t you just order something from them as delivery then?”

“No, it won’t be the same.” he grumbled, his angry jaw was beginning to show a bit.

“Don’t you think your acting a bit childish about this?”

“No”

“My goodness, if only the rest of the guys could see how you were acting right now.” you let out a small chuckle

In one last attempt to get his way, he lunged at you engulfing you into a tight hold. “Please! jagi?!?” he begged some more

“No”

“Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please?”

“No.”

Still he held on tight, pushing his forehead up against yours, getting more annoying by the second. “Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please?”

“Boy, the longer he hung out with the maknaes the more he had started to act like them.” you thought. It didn’t seem like he was going to stop any time soon. “Fine!” you finally broke.

“Really?!?”

“Yes!” you groaned

“YAY!” he jumped out of his seat. “Let’s get ready! And I promise I will help you with your work tomorrow, let’s just enjoy tonight!” he cheered as he gave you another big kiss.

“Whatever” you smiled. Even though you knew you would be behind, it was worth seeing the smile on his face again Plus you were really looking forward to the whole bbq date to begin with.

Jinyoung:

“Thank you!” you smiled to the barista

“Thanks” Jinyoung said in a low voice as he grabbed your hand and directed you to a small table in the far corner of the cafe.

You sat down at one end, however, instead of sitting in front of you as any normal person would, your boyfriend decided to bring his chair over to your side and sit right besides you. “So you’re sitting right next to me, why?”

“I’m sorry, did it suddenly become illegal for me to sit next to you?” he asked sarcastically as he sat down, resting his arm on the back f your chair.

Moving right next to you was s bit out of the norm, but hugging you in public like this was just plain weird coming from him. Jinyoung was not the one for this much affection in such a public place. With him being an idol and all even having a date in public was a big deal to not attract any type of attention to yourselves. All you could do was throw him a weird look as a type of response.

“You look adorable when you stare at me like that.” he said keeping up that sarcastic tone of his. Then he got even weirder, coming close and giving you a quick kiss.

“...I will never understand you.” At this point it was just best to ignore the whole ordeal all together.

As the two of you waited for your drinks, you spoke casually (the only normal aspect of everything), just catching up on the small things you didn’t have time to talk about before

It wasn’t long before the barista came by. He very subtly placed the drinks down, gave a smile and walked off. Despite the small interaction, Jinyoung had changed his demeanor at the other guy’s presence. Jinyoung fell quiet mid sentence, only staring at the young man, scooting a bit closer to you and putting his arm around you waist. Again, however you ignored the behavior. All you wanted to do was just enjoy the date in general.

You spoke again, however, this time it seemed as though Jinyoung was not paying attention. His eyes were constantly glaring over at the counter area at the front of the cafe. “Babe, are you listening?” you asked

“Huh?” his eyes flickered over to you “Yeah, of course!”

“Yeah? Then what did I just say?” you tested

“Um... So how has work been?” he asked to change the topic.

You squinted your eyes at him suspiciously.

“You know you are really cute when you squint your eyes at me like that!” he said with a hint of aegyo and hugging you tighter.

“... uh-huh...” still you just ignored it.

Throughout the rest of the small date, he was still off. The entire time he never had his hands off you. Under no circumstances did you go to the front counter for anything either. Even for something as small as a napkin he would run up and get it for you, getting up so fast that you didn’t have time to protest.Most (annoyingly) of all, he just could not stop glancing over his shoulder to the counter area.

It wasn’t until you both were walking out of the cafe that you finally realized why he was acting so weird. as you both walked to the exit, you noticed his eyes dart over to the front area, targeting the barista, again just suddenly grabbing your hand as you passed him.

Upon joining the the rest of society in the crowded side walk you asked, “So you were jealous?”

“Huh?!?”

“That’s why you were acting weird. You were jealous?”

He scoffed. “Me? Jealous of the barista? Pft! No!”

“Well, I didn’t ask whether you were jealous of the barista or not. But I guess I know now that you actually were!” you smiled

“I wasn’t jealous!” he insisted

You squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek. “You’re really cute when you are jealous.” you giggled.

Jackson:

It was a very early 7 am when your phone began ringing sporadically. You quickly opened the text messages to see what the commotion was about.

“Baby!” “Open” Your” Door” “Now” “Please” “Thanks” “I” “Love” “You” “<3″

You dragged yourself out of bed and tried to run to the door to see if your boyfriend was really there. “Baby?” you asked with a smile when you saw Jackson standing there completely awake with the biggest, cutest smile. “What are you doing here?”

“Guess who got the day off today!” he cheered as he skipped into your place. His energy levels were too much for you this early in the morning. You were still processing the fact that you were even awake.

“Wait... a day off?”

“Aww, baby how sleepy are you?” he laughed. “Yeah! A day off! They told me last week and I thought I would come over and spend the whole day with you.”

It was a cute gesture that he wanted to be with you this whole day. You couldn’t help but get that whole butterfly in the stomach feeling whenever he was being cute... but you also couldn’t help but decide to get a bit of revenge on him for waking you up so early. “So... Last week when I asked you when you were free to hangout and you said that you were busy aaaaaaaall week... You lied to me?” you asked dramatically.

That was when his smile toned down a bit “...Yeah, but like I said. I wanted to surprise you!” he said as he pulled you into a hug

“But you still lied. You lied to me”

“Yeah... but only so it was to be a surprise!”

You let out a gasp. “So you really did intentionally lie?!?”’ you tired your hardest not to smile since he seemed to think you were genuinely upset.

“It was just a tiny lie, baby” he said as he hugged you a bit tighter

“No stop hugging me.” you said despite the fact the you didn’t push him off you.

“I’m not gonna let you go until you forgive me”

“Well you lied to me and you know that I don”t like liars. so like let go of me so I can go about my day.” That was when you got yourself out of his his arms and went back to your room to go wash up.

Suddenly you felt him come up behind you and grab you into a back hug.

“I am gonna go wash up. Let go of me you liar.”

“Nope” you could practically hear his adorable squirtle grin.

He followed you into the bathroom and continued to hug you as you began brushing your teeth and washing you face.The entire time he was giving you stupid compliments like “Your bed head makes you look fabulous’ and you were trying your best not to break. In general it was hard just to go through your waking up process with him hugging you and all.

Next you decided to make breakfast so the two of you awkwardly shuffled to the kitchen. You grabbed some eggs and ham and cheese to make omelettes.

“What are you going to make us?” He asked as he rested his chin on your shoulder and watched you prepare everything.

“I’m only making food for myself. You lied to me so you don’t get anything″

“But I’m soooooooooo hungry. AND IT WAS JUST A SMALL TINY LIE! I’m still here with you aren’t I?”

You just shrugged.

“I know how I can get you to forgive me.” he said ominously.

“And how do you think you can do-”

Suddenly he started tickling you from all over ”HAHAHA JACK- HAHAHA STOP!”

“Not until you forgive me!”

“FI- HHAHAHA FINE! HAHAHAH JUST STOP!”

He did so. “Yay I’m forgiven.”

“So what do you want to do today?” you asked as you turned the stove on.

“Hmmm I don’t know” he said as he came back hugging you from behind again. “Just whatever you want to do.” he said kissing your cheek

Youngjae:

“I’m here!” you declared as you busted into his bedroom armed with medicine and food.

Youngjae looked up at you from his bed, snuggled by blankets almost wrapping himself up like a burrito.

“Jagi, what are you doing here?” he finished his question off with a labored cough.

“How dare I find out from Mark that you were sick!” you said as you made your way up to him. “I’m here to look after you silly.”

“No, you don’t have to. I don’t want you to get sick like that last time I made you take care of me.”

“Too bad, I’m going to be with you until you get better.” you said as you put your hand to his forehead to check for a fever. “What’s wrong exactly, how are you feeling right now?”

“Like I’m dying.” he frowned

“You hungry?”

“...That depends... What did you bring?” he asked looking over your shoulder to the container sitting on his bedside drawer.

“Your favorite soup obviously.”

“...Then yes i am hungry... Feed me?”

“Why cuz you feel like you are too tired to move? is your body aching too much? Or do you feel if you eat too much you might throw up?” you were quick to interrogate, going into nurse mode to figure out exactly what was making him sick.

“No, I just don’t want to undo my blankets. I feel really cold right now.”

You did so, anything so that he could stay comfortable. After he was done you went back to seeing what else you could do for him. “Is there anything else you need? I brought some medicine if you need anything.”

“No Jinyoung gave me some before they all left. Just lay down with me.” he said in his best attempt at his signature smile. He wiggled to one end of the bed to give you more space. When you came up next to him, he undid a small part of his blanket cocoon and stuck his hand out to hold yours. “Don’t worry I didn’t cough into this hand, not even once.” he reassured.

You put your hand in his “It’s ok, but are you sure you don’t need anything else?”

“Nope you are all I need.” despite being sick he was still able to throw a cheesy saying at you.

Bambam:

You heard rustling in the other room and soon your boyfriend stepped into your bedroom.

“Finally you got here.” you said in a groan since you were so close to knocking out already.

“Hey” he said softly. He climbed into bed next you to you, placing his hands on your hips.

The room was dark so you couldn’t get a look at his face, but you knew something was off. HE didn’t greet you cheerfully, didn’t slide his hand up and down your body like he always does, that fact that all he said in the two minutes he was there was only “hey” was not a good sign.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” his voice was so soft, you barely heard him.

“You don’t seem okay. What’s wrong/” Now you were wide awake. “C’mon, just tell me.”

That’s when he moved away from you. “I’m gonna get ready for bed.” And just like that he walked away to the bathroom.

That ‘s when you pulled your phone out and gave Yugyeom a call.

“Hey y/n! What’s up?” You could hear Yugyeom’s voice sounding tired but still cheerful.

“Hey, nothing much i was just curious about something.” you almost whispered. You didn’t want Bambam to hear you. “Did something happened today? Like I don’t know something upsetting you know... Bambam seems a bit off right now that he is over.”

“Yeah? Well i don’t know. He was a bit down today. I kept asking him why, but he never told me. I am thinking he is just tired we have been pretty busy the last few weeks.”

“Yeah? Well, yeah. That's true you guys have... Well you get some sleep. Sorry for calling you so late.”

“No problem. Night!” he said before he hung up.

You waited patiently for your boyfriend to step out of the bathroom. Once he did, you could make out some small sniffling sounds coming from him as he walked over to you. he crawled into bed, coming back up to you, just holding you like he did before.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” you whispered.

He didn’t say anything. He dug his face between your neck and the pillow. For a second you were a bit annoyed that he refuse to say a word, but then suddenly you felt your shoulder getting wet and you realized he was crying. You knew better than to say anything more. You just held him tightly until he let it all out.

Eventually he was done and pulled away from you to get some air. You just lay back, still giving him a moment. “You feel any better?” you asked softly.

He nodded.

“So what was wrong?”

“...I feel homesick.” he whimpered. “...I got a missed call from my mom today. I - I tried to call her back, but when i did she didn’t pick up. she was probably busy. I know it’s nothing... but i don’t know. The last time we talked was a while ago and just- I just miss being home.” he pouted.

“I get it. It really has been a long time since you spoke to her.I would be just as upset if i went that long, baby.” you said as you ran your fingers through his hair to get the stray strands away from his damp eyes.You placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Can we just go to sleep now?” he mumbled, pulling you close again

Yugyeom:

“I’ll make us ramen!” you said as you and our boyfriend returned to your apartment from your mini-vacation to the beach.

You turned on your lights to find your place completely spotless. “Wow! Those cleaning people you hired did such a good job!”

“Right, I told you they were good.” he said as he dragging the bag in from the hall, keeping it a point to hide his growing smile from you.

You made your way into the kitchen, opened the cabinet door, only to see that the top shelf was crammed with every thing, leaving the lower shelves (the only ones you can reach) empty... causing you to have a shit attack. “Yugyeom!” you shrieked. “Yugyeom, why is fucking everything crammed on the top shelf?!?”

All you heard in return was laughing coming from the living room.

With a rush of adrenaline you opened up every single drawer and cabinet. Every single little thing (except for the large pots and pans) was magically stuffed in the unreachable top shelves of your cabinets or your pantry. “UGH!”

“I told you i was going to get you back for ratting me out to Jinyoung about me ACCIDENTALLY breaking his headphones.”

“Hey i was trying to protect myself, i wan’t gonna deal with that mess.” you said justifying yourself. “Be happy i at least told him you did it on accident. HE would have been alot more mad if he just found his headphones suddenly broke. I am so now i am so going to get you back for this!”

“I’d like to see you try!” he said as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“You wait and see.” you said ominously. “Until then you best start putting all my stuff from that top shelf back where it belongs.”

“Nah.”

“Fine, I’ll do it myself!” you looked over to your table only to notice that your dining chairs were missing. “What the?”

“Oh yeah. I also paid them extra not only to move everything to the top shelf, but also to move your chairs to the basement.” he said with a smirk.

you glared at him as you went over to the counter, attempt to climb up the bottom shelves to reach the top. That’s when Yugyeom came up behind you and pulled you off.

“Let me go!” you growled as you struggled to get out of his hold.

“And risk you falling? No!” he said more seriously.

“Oh now you’re being an adult?”

“How about this...” he began as he placed you down on the ground, but still keeping his arms around you. “I’ll take all the stuff down... But i want a kiss for everything I put back.”

“Reward you for pranking me? Heck no!”

“Aww, don’t be like that baby. You couldn’t keep your lips off me while we were on the beach, what’s so different now?”

You continued to glare at him, so many plans of revenge running through your head. “...Fine, but i want everything exactly where it was before.”

“Ok!” he smiled as he puckered his lips for a kiss.

You gave him a quick peck. “Now bring down the cereal.”

He did so, very easily lifting his arm and grabbing the box., placing it to its proper shelve in the pantry. Then he came back to you, puckering his lips for another kiss.

you gave him another one. “Gosh this is going to take forever.” you groaned.

-Admin Boat

Again, I am so sorry this took me a long time to post.

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phanfictrashnumber1 · 6 years

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Cuddles, Kisses and Emo Fringes

Phil was usually the touchy one, despite being the little spoon to Dan’s big spoon. But tonight, Phil wants to try being the big spoon for once.

A/N: This is by far the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written.

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It was no secret Phil was quite a touchy person. He’d often pat his friends’ backs repeatedly out of excitement or annoyance; he’d hug his family members in anything from quick embraces to long, bear hugs; and he'd always make sure to kiss his mum on the cheek before he'd leave at the end of his visits.

But some touches, were only for Dan.

He did all of the above to Dan, of course. He’d pat his back and give him big hugs and peck kisses to his cheek. But there were some touches that were reserved for Dan.

Not just the obvious, like the slow hands caressing Dan’s body or the lips that found themselves on more places than just Dan's lips. With them, things weren’t always sexual, and that’s how they preferred it a lot of the time. Cuddles were better than kisses, anyway.

It was the soft knuckles brushing against Dan's; something Phil would find himself doing when he felt anxious and needed that physical reminder that Dan was there.

It was the knees touching each other underneath the table when they were in public and couldn't sit as close as they wanted to; something only very close friends would pick up on but never mention.

It was the way he'd let his head fall on Dan's shoulder while they watched TV, feeling at ease by Dan's side.

It was the little shoulder bumps as they scurried around the kitchen making breakfast and the comforting hand on Dan’s thigh when his boyfriend was feeling down and the countless times he’d reach gentle fingers into Dan’s face to remove stray eyelashes.

It was the way he’d hug Dan from behind and initiate tickle fights and boop Dan’s nose with any object he could get his hands on.

So, when it came time to go to sleep and they’d join in each other in bed, Phil would always feel a bit antsy when Dan instinctively wrapped his arms around him. He felt calm and safe in Dan’s warm embrace, but antsy nonetheless.

Dan was a natural. First, he’d drape his arm loosely over Phil, giving his boyfriend a minute to settle into bed. Then he’d scoot a bit closer to Phil so their bodies were touching and squeeze his arm firmly around Phil’s waist. Finally, he’d nuzzle his nose into the back of Phil’s neck, humming contently as they drifted off to sleep.

But, Phil was the touchy one, so when he was proven wrong by Dan being the ultimate big spoon - providing him with the softest and sweetest cuddles - Phil would always feel a tad lost.

Where do his arms go? What does he do with his hands without having Dan to touch? What does he do with his lips without Dan to kiss?

Phil lay there, feeling a bit uncomfortable, despite being extremely comfortable in Dan's arms.

“Can we switch?” Phil suddenly asked.

“Hmm?” Dan questioned sleepily.

“Can I be the big spoon?” Phil asked, trying to sound assertive but it came out a bit sheepish.

“Umm, okay.” Dan said as he rolled over and let Phil wrap an arm around his waist. Dan melted into the touch, as usual.

Phil secured his arm around Dan’s waist and pressed his body against his boyfriend’s, letting his face snuggle into Dan’s shoulder and hooking his leg around Dan’s leg.

He was doing it. He was finally the big spoon.

Since the day they met, Dan had designated himself as the big spoon and Phil was too lovestruck to object. Besides, he did like being in Dan’s embrace and he did make plenty of moves in order to touch Dan. He’d claw at him like the closet furry he was, playfully bite his shoulder because the thought of being a vampire intrigued him, let his head fall in Dan’s lap as they laughed, and he - on more than that one documented occasion - found reasons to tackle Dan to the floor. But later in the night when it came time to go to sleep, Phil somehow always found himself in Dan’s arms.

But tonight, he was happy to finally have Dan in his arms.

“Phil?” Dan suddenly said.

“Hmm?” Phil let out in response, finally ready to fall asleep.

“We need to switch.” Dan told him.

Phil shot his eyes open. “What? Why?” he asked.

“Because your arm is pressing into my hip and your nose is stabbing my shoulder and God knows what your leg is doing.” Dan complained lightheartedly as he maneuvered himself out of Phil’s embrace and sat up a bit to look at him. That’s when he noticed the frown. “What’s wrong?” he then asked.

Phil sighed. “I just wanted to be the big spoon for once.”

“Why? I thought you liked when I cuddled you.” Dan said.

“I do; I definitely do.” Phil reassured him. “But... I like touching you.”

Dan looked at him. “Well, you do.” he said. “The reason I like cuddling you is because I get to feel your whole body against mine. I get to feel your neck against my lips and feel you fall asleep in my arms. Every part of you touches me when I cuddle you.” he said and Phil smiled. “Plus, I’m sorry to say... you just aren’t as good of a cuddler as I am.” he then said, causing Phil’s jaw to drop.

“I did good!” Phil told him. “I did everything you always do!”

“No, you didn’t!” Dan said as he started to laugh.

Phil had it with his boyfriend at this point and did the only thing he knew he was good at.

“Rawr!” Phil let out as he tackled Dan down to the bed, letting his hands claw at his chest and his teeth nibble at Dan’s neck.

“Get off me, rat!” Dan said, though he couldn’t help the giggles that escaped his lips, followed by a fond smile as he looked up at his boyfriend. “God, did I fall down a wormhole into 2009?” he asked.

“Awrf.” Phil said with a nod.

“All right, I’ll go get the cherry lube out.” Dan said as he attempted to get up, but was stopped by his giggling boyfriend.

“Much like our shaggy, emo fringe, that is something that can stay in 2009.” Phil told him.

“Says the guy who still has his emo fringe!” Dan said.

“I’ve trimmed it!” Phil fought and the two laughed, Phil letting his head fall into Dan’s chest like the old days.

He rolled off Dan and curled into his side, allowing Dan to wrap an arm around him and kiss his head.

“I guess you are the better cuddler.” Phil said, giving in to Dan’s incredible cuddles.

“I know I am.” Dan said before rolling them both over and cuddling Phil to sleep.

#dan and phil #phanfic #phanfiction #fuffy!phan #cuddly!phan

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rainbowpixiecat · 7 years

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Daddy Day

Just a fluffy fic about Cronus spending a fun day with his son.

It was a bright, warm summer’s day in Newflower City and in the neighbourhood suburbs around it. Winter was long gone and summer had been led in with a delightfully gentle spring that slowly grew warmer until it gave way to hotter days. Kankri had fully healed in just over six weeks and even though he loved having time off as maternity leave, he missed the social environment of work and working. Kankri often worked from home, doing digital art and writing commissions for people who wanted characters or fan art. He also wrote and sold e-books under a pen name and he liked to work part time at the local library too. He sometimes volunteered there, putting away materials or helping people find information.

Today he was working all day and Cronus was on his week off, leaving their very young troll grub with his father. Crokri was about 5 months old and still needed lots of care and one on one time. Cronus didn’t mind though. He always felt a little out of his depth when it came to taking care of their son since he thought Kankri was such a wonderful mother. But Cronus loved Crokri and he always tried to do his best, even if he did get some things wrong and make mistakes. Cronus affectionately called their time together Daddy Days. Today he was having a daddy day with their little grub. Kankri had gotten Crokri up and ready then made everyone breakfast that morning. Cronus had spoon-fed Crokri his grub porridge cereal while Kankri busied himself getting ready for work. And then Kankri had given them both a goodbye kiss and hurried out the door to his car, which was a much smaller and more fuel efficient one than Cronus’ vintage 1960s cherry Cadillac. After that, things had gotten exceptionally quiet, besides the gentle susurrus of their air con keeping the house cool. With it being such a lovely summer’s day, Cronus decided to set up the new interactive paddling pool outside that they had recently bought for Crokri, at Kankri’s insistence that such beautiful days shouldn’t be wasted and that it was good for Crokri to spend time outside in the fresh air instead of inside all the time. Cronus heartily agreed, and had fun trying to get the fancy inflatable pool out of its box and set up. He tried blowing it up manually at first, before realising it came with an electric pump. Things went more smoothly after that. Crokri was curious; watching everything from the colourful playpen Cronus and Kankri had set up on the lawn under the awning for him. The candy red grub paused playing with his toys every so often to stare and make cute noises at what was going on, flapping his little ear fins and making his gills flutter. He even sat up on his hindquarters and put his grub legs to the bars, chirping and clicking cutely at his dad along with gibberish baby babble “Da-da-da-da!”

Cronus was grinning as he watched it blow up, slowly taking on the form of a bright coloured play gym. “Yeah little buddy, it’ll be ready soon. I knowv you vwanna play. Hold on just a vwee bit longer” he chuckled, turning his attention back to the pool. It had an arch over the back part of the pool, leaving a shady area for the littles to play out of the sun, and beside that was a water slide down one side that looked really big for Crokri and ended in the main part of the pool. This was an open air area with soft plastic rims on the sides for lightweight plastic balls to roll down, and a hoop in the middle front area, held by a blow up dolphin. There was another thin arch over a part of the main pool that sprinkled a small spray of water from above. Another part of the pool was a three walled area with a bouncy floor and gentle little sprinklers of water coming out the bottom sides. Needless to say, the contraption was ridiculously expensive, but it would last Crokri from grubhood to wigglerhood and into his early kit years plus elementary years so it was worth the cost for the number of years of fun they’d get out of it. And of course, for if they had any more kids.

Cronus tested the inflated pool play centre, pressing on the durable rubbery casing, which was made of tougher stuff with sharp troll claws and teeth in mind. It bounced back firmly under his fingers so he knew it was ready. “Looks like it’s ready!” he commented brightly to his son. He disconnected the pump and turned to the two other boxes on the outdoor picnic table. Kankri had bought a supply of swim diapers and a small bag of floating pool toys and pool balls. Cronus ripped them open, unpacking the toys first. He grabbed the hose and turned it on, leaving it in the pool as it started filling it up with water. The water was coming out hot at first from the hose being in the sun but it soon started dispensing cool water once the warmed stuff was flushed out. Crokri, meanwhile, had no understanding of lengths of time and had no idea what was really happening, so he started crying impatiently, pulling, pushing and hitting the bars of his playpen as he cried loudly. He wanted to see what this colourful, exciting new toy was! Red tinted tears streamed down his chubby light grey cheeks as his cries filled the air, going up and down in volume.

“All right, all right, shh shh shh, it’s comin’, it’s comin’” Cronus cooed reassuringly, putting down the box of swim diapers and walking to the side of the playpen. He bent down and picked Crokri up, bringing him up to his chest to pat and cuddle. “Shhhh. I knowv you’re excited baby. Howv’s about vwe get you into one a these Findin’ Nemo diapers your mama bought, huh?” he spoke to him and rubbed his back, pacing back and forth while light red tears, spit and snot soaked into his tee shirt.

Crokri started to calm down a bit after a couple of minutes. His cries got softer and his tears stopped, though his voice still wailed in a feeble attempt to show he was still a bit unhappy. Cronus laid him down on a folded swimming towel on the outdoor table and started to take off his slightly damp morning diaper that Kankri had put him in this morning. He picked up a blue swim diaper with Nemo on it and slipped it onto Crokri’s bottom half, poking his tail through the slit in the back. These ones were made specifically for sea dweller grubs, which meant they accounted for the finny tail all aquatic grubs had. “There ya go, doll. You’re all fitted out ready to go. Let’s havwe some fun in the sun. Oh. Better not forget the lotion”. Kankri really had thought of everything. Not only had he laid out swim towels and water diapers, but he’d left the bottle of little kids’ sunscreen lotion right there in easy view. Cronus pumped a little of the white liquid out and rubbed his hands together, making a thinner layer. He never took his eyes off Crokri, who lay on his back waving his legs in the air. “Don’t tell your mum I changed ya on the table. Kankri vwould kill me” he chuckled, knowing that Kankri would lecture him about changing Crokri on the ground for proper safety. Cronus reached out and started rubbing the oddly textured lotion into Crokri’s face and skin, getting whines and squirming from the 5 month old grub. Crokri’s tiny legs tried to push his dad’s hands and fingers away as he fussed, especially disliking it when Cronus used his fingertips to gently massage it into his ear fins. “Hey vwe gotta protect you from the sunburn. Believwe me, you’ll thank me later. Stay still baby, let me get your ears”.

Crokri turned his head out of the way to protect his ear fins and let out a loud wail of protest, without tears but with plenty of feeling. “Yeah I knowv you hate it!” Cronus laughed a little and finally picked him up again. “Okay, all done! No need to shout the house dowvn. Let’s see howv that vwater’s goin” he spoke amicably to the baby and walked over onto the soft, short lawn where the inflatable waited. It was half full of water and still filling. Cronus knelt down by the side of it and tested the water with one hand. Deeming it to be safe temperature, he carefully lowered Crokri down to just above the water, watching his tiny feet and tail splash in it. Crokri got a look of delight and wonder on his face as he cooed and peeped, reaching for the water. He loved water of any kind and always got happy and excited about swimming and bath time. Cronus struggled to keep hold of him properly since the grub was now wriggling and fighting to get out of his grip and into the water, gills fluttering in anticipation. He laughed quietly and lowered him into the water before letting go, and watching him swim around. “There ya go” he drawled happily, easing into a more comfortable sitting position on the grass beside the play pool. Cronus remembered something and looked over at the table. He got up and grabbed the bag of toys and brought it back over to the side of the pool. “Hey Crokri!” he held up a brightly coloured pink rubber duck “Crokri, look!” he squeezed the duck, which squeaked twice. This got Crokri’s attention. The grub swam over and popped his head out of the water, reaching for the ducky with his two front legs “Ahh! Ahh!”

“You vwant this? Catch!” Cronus chuckled and threw the toy into the pool a short distance away. Crokri let out a joyful squeak and turned to swim after it. He knew this game. It was popular fun at bath time. He grabbed the toy in his mouth and swam back towards Cronus with it triumphantly.

“Ooh, vwell done” Cronus reached out and took the toy, then petted Crokri’s head, careful of his little blobby horns. They looked like they were trying to form the zigzag shapes of Cronus’ horns, but they were short and stubby like Kankri’s short nubs, which made them look endearingly ridiculous. Cronus threw the duck again and watched his son swim after it. The pool was so huge compared to the kitten sized grub. He grabbed another couple of toys and threw them in too, watching them land and float in the water. Crokri ‘caught’ each one and brought it back to him, getting praise and pets each time. He had to roll and guide the balls towards him since they were too round and slippery in the water for him to grasp with his teeth or stubby legs. Predictably, the entire bag of toys ended up in the water. Crokri loved swimming amongst the colourful toys. Cronus sat and just watched him, talking to and interacting with him for a while. He noticed the little ramps on the sides of the pool and picked up a ball “Crokri, vwatch this! Vwatch. Are you looking?” he waited till he had his attention, waving the toy in the air. Crokri chirped and swam closer, wide red eyes tracing the ball. Cronus smiled and dropped it onto one end of the sloping side rails. The air-filled ball neatly rolled down the yellow rails and plopped off the end into the pool. “Nowv you try” Cronus encouraged. Crokri swam to the ball and herded it back to the top end of the rail. He stopped beside it and whined. He couldn’t reach.

“Oh” Cronus realised “Here, daddy help you” he moved to the rail and took the ball, dropping it onto it. The ball rolled down it. Crokri squeaked happily and swam after it, watching it plop off the end into the water “Ba ba ba!”

Cronus smiled at his attempts at words. “Vwery good. Yeah. Ball!” He looked around and noticed they hadn’t tried out the slide yet “Hey, vwanna try the slide? C’mon. Daddy help” he reached out his hands to Crokri and picked him up. Cronus pointed at the slide, and Crokri turned his head to look

“Look! Slide!” Cronus said loud and cheerful. That got Crokri’s attention and he pointed at it too and copied the noise Cronus just made “Saiiiii!”

“Eh, close enough” Cronus laughed. Crokri was starting to say words and repeat a few familiar things but he had no proper grasp on language yet. Cronus took him to the top of the slide, bypassing the little steps and hand holds and setting him at the top of it carefully. “Ready? Daddy’s gonna let you go. One…tvwo…three….” He moved Crokri forwards and back in his hands each time, so the grub knew he was getting ready to let go “Goooo!” Cronus sang playfully, releasing his grub gently and watching Crokri slip down the slide on his belly with a squeal of “Eeeeee!”. The grub plopped off the end into the water with a tiny splash. He swam underwater like he’d taken a graceful dive, and came back up to the surface laughing.

“Vwas that fun? Did you like that?” Cronus asked, moving and placing his hands in the water, palms open to receive Crokri “Vwanna go again? Come on. Vwanna slide?”

“Da da da!” Crokri gabbled and swam up into his father’s hands. Cronus chuckled and picked him up again, putting him at the top of the slide and repeating the whole process. This game went on for quite a while. Eventually, Cronus took a break and let Crokri swim and play around freely in the water while he played around on his phone beside the pool. He removed the hose and turned it off since the pool had fully filled by now. For a grub the size of a three month old kitten, it was pretty deep and quite large.

“Chirp!” Cronus was just checking Bubblr when there was a cute trill and he got hit with a jet of water that landed in his face. He spluttered and shook his head, wiping at the water with his hand as he lowered his phone. “Vwhat?! Vwhat vwas that? Oh…Crokri…” he started laughing. Crokri was sucking in mouthfuls of water then spitting them at his father in light little jets. Crokri spat at him again “Chirp!”

Cronus chuckled “Vwell aren’t you a little mischief maker? Heh heh. So cute. That’s a newv trick isn’t it?” he sounded mildly impressed. Crokri swam in circles and then spit a jet at his face again.

“All right. You vwanna vwater fight? You vwanna go? Look out, splash!” Cronus splashed a little bit of water at Crokri. The grub laughed in delight. He sucked in more water and spat it at Cronus, getting his shirt this time “Chirp!”

Their impromptu water fight continued for several minutes, Crokri squirting jets and Cronus gently splashing or squirting jets back using his hand and a squeezing motion. Eventually the grub got tired and slowly swam off to have a rest. Crokri climbed up into a little three walled area of the play pool that was raised up out of the water. Tiny, weak sprinkles of water came out of the bottom sides of the walls. Crokri lay down with a big sigh and rested quietly. Cronus made a noise of endearment “Awwv, baby, are you all tuckered out?” he smiled “Kay. You rest. Daddy’s gonna stay here and vwatch you” he said, going back to playing on his phone, liking Bubblr posts and watching videos. He glanced up at Crokri every so often. After about five minutes passed, a blur of movement caught his eye. Crokri squeaked and giggled with joy. He had figured out that the spongy floor of the resting platform was in fact a mini jumping castle. He couldn’t bounce very high but he loved it anyway, bouncing off the walls, and all over the floor, kept cool by the sprinkles of water. Cronus laughed a bit. “I think you’re keepin me entertained more than me entertainin’ you” he put his phone down and dipped his hand in the water, swishing it around. “Hmm, it’s nice and cool. Kinda vwish I could go svwimmin too but vwe can’t afford a pool yet” he sighed. “Geez it’s hot out here” Cronus’ ear fins flapped as though trying to cool him down. He splashed a little water on himself, then grabbed the hose and turned the nozzle back on. Cronus drenched himself with water, sighing happily. He felt much cooler now, with the light summer breeze blowing on his wet skin and clothes.

The sea dweller let Crokri play until lunch time, a good three hours’ worth of play in his new pool play centre. This didn’t seem to make any difference when it came time to get Crokri out and have lunch. Cronus called Crokri over to him and the grub curiously and obediently swam over to the side. Cronus reached in and picked up the grub in both hands, lifting him out of the water “Come on lil guy, let’s get some lunch. You needa replace all that energy you burned off” he said.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Crokri reached for the water and whined “Ahhh! Agaaah!” he babbled, making his thoughts on that proposal clear. Cronus shook his head “No honey, come on, you’vwe already had ages in the pool. It’s time to go inside”

Crokri whined and started crying, wriggling in Cronus’ arms, straining his entire body towards the water “Wawa…wawa!” he cried, making loud ‘waaaaaaah’ sounds and similar sounds as he cried.

“No. No means no. Vwe’re havwin’ lunch” Cronus said firmly but kindly. He was careful not to drop him, having to shift his arms and hands to make sure the grub didn’t struggle out of his grasp and fall to the ground. He went over to the table and laid Crokri on the towel that Kankri had left out. He dried him off, which was hard when the grub was crying loudly and flailing all his legs, trying to roll or crawl away.

Cronus checked the swim diaper and deduced there were no poop surprises, so he took it off and picked up the normal disposable one that he’d taken off earlier. He had to be quick as Crokri flipped onto his front and tried to crawl away. “Vwhoop!” Cronus quickly grabbed the grub before he could fall off the edge of the table “You’re not getting avway this time” he chuckled. “Come on, vwe gotta get your diaper back on” He laid him down on his back again and struggled to get the diaper taped back into place. Crokri cried harder and louder and his face started to turn red. Cronus finished sticking down the last tape. He picked up Crokri and hugged him close to his chest before he turned to carry him inside, opening the sliding glass door and stepping back into the blissfully cool house. Cronus’ clothes were damp but he wasn’t dripping wet.

Crokri was having a full blown tantrum. Cronus thought it reminded him of Kankri sometimes, especially when he’d been pregnant and having mood swings. He snickered, then winced at the volume of the grub screaming and sobbing in his ear. There had to be some way to get him to calm down. Kankri was so good at it. Cronus didn’t know what to do. He patted Crokri’s back and made soothing noises as he paced back and forth with him, but the grub persisted in crying. The cries got a bit weaker after a few minutes and Cronus went to put Crokri into his tiny high chair seat that was attached to the side of the table. He buckled him in with the safety restraints. Crokri’s cries escalated again.

“Vwhat? Are you hungry? Let’s get you some nummy food. Mummy made it especially for you” he cooed, trying to calm Crokri down. Cronus got out the jar of home made grub food from the fridge and heated it in the microwave in Crokri’s cartoon character bowl. He stirred it and tested the temperature. He then sat down in a kitchen chair and tried to feed his screaming and wailing infant. It went about as well as a train wreck. Crokri turned his head away from the tiny spoon, or tried to push and hit the spoon away with his legs. Food got smeared everywhere and dropped onto the highchair tray. Cronus did manage to get a few spoonfuls in, only for the grub to spit it all back out down his chin and front, and then rub at his face with his legs. Cronus realised he’d forgotten to put a bib on him, which Kankri always did when feeding him “Shit, I forgot your bib. Damn it…this isn’t vworking” he set the food aside and went to get a facecloth, wet it under the kitchen tap and went over to wipe Crokri up. Crokri hated being wiped clean and of course cried even more about it.

Cronus felt like he had failed in some way. Like he was doing something wrong. But he wasn’t ready to admit defeat. His child needed food for energy. He wasn’t going to let him go hungry. Crokri was fussy with his food as it is. Cronus had an idea. He grinned. “Hey baby, Crokri…howv about ice cream? You vwant ice cream?” he sang out. He opened the small freezer compartment at the top of the fridge and took out the container of Neapolitan. He served some into another plastic cartoon bowl and brought it over. “Look vwhat I got. Mmm…” he spooned up some and tried to get it in Crokri’s mouth. It went in successfully. The grub abruptly stopped crying and flinched, his eyes going wide as saucers. He chewed experimentally and then swallowed, making little sounds. “See? Niiice” Cronus smiled. Yeah, this was gonna work. “Here, vwant more?” he spooned another tiny bite into Crokri’s mouth. The grub nommed it down with a little coo. Cronus chuckled “Don’t tell your mother about this. It’s our little secret, kay?” He continued feeding him the ice cream with great success.

Cronus knew he’d be in trouble for taking the easy way out and feeding their son ice cream for lunch. But Kankri wasn’t here to see it and Cronus was more concerned about getting something in his tummy. It didn’t matter what it was, just that it was something. Crokri ended up polishing off two whole bowls of ice cream, much to his father’s delight. Cronus ate two bigger bowls for himself. Cronus cleaned him up and took him out of the high chair. Now it was nap time. Crokri always had a grubnap in the middle of the day right after lunch. Kankri was good at getting the fussy little critter down for his nap. And depending on the situation, Cronus was too. Especially when he sang his child to sleep. Crokri loved being sung to. He spent some time settling Crokri for his nap, cuddling him, patting his back gently and singing a song to him softly as he paced the living room and hallway. Eventually the grub went limp and heavy in Cronus’ arms and he heard the soft, tiny breaths of the sleeping baby. He smiled. Works every time. Cronus carefully moved into Crokri’s room and ever so carefully and slowly lowered him into the crib. Crokri stirred and made a few squeaks and chirrs. Cronus had a moment of panic and froze, reaching over to rub Crokri’s belly in a soothing motion. Crokri clicked and settled back to sleep with a soft sleepy chirp. Cronus released a held breath. He tiptoed out of the room as quietly as possible and closed the door, which had a fabric piece on it that muffled the closing latch. He waited outside the door, listening. All was quiet. Cronus relaxed as he walked away back to the living room and got on the shared computer to have some fun. He watched videos on YouTube and some anime on other sites, checked his emails and played games. Losing track of time, he was startled when his phone rang. He picked it up and heard Kankri, calling to check on them both. “Oh, heya Kanny, howv’s it going at vwork? You on your lunch break?”

“Yes. I am. Work’s going okay. I am rather enjoying myself, actually. It’s been busy today. We had some foreign exchange students just before lunch, and of course, lots of people come in looking for resources and information so I’ve been busy helping them find what they need. Oh, and covering and cataloguing the new books we received this morning. How’s Crokri? Did he eat his lunch? Speaking of lunch, I’m quite pleased with myself for this lunch box I made up last night. A salad wrap and some fruit and dark chocolate. Combined with exercise, I’m feeling better about myself and I notice that I’ve lost more weight”

“Awv, that’s real svwell babe. I’m happy for ya. Glad you’re feelin’ good about yourself and taking care of yourself. It’s real nice you’re enjoying the vwork too. As for Crokri, ha ha let me tell you…” Cronus explained his morning to him, leaving out the part about the ice cream. “He’s been dowvn for about an hour and a half nowv. He really needed time to let his batteries recharge, but he vwasn’t happy about it at all. He really lovwes that pool” he chuckled.

“Well, that’s to be expected when you have a water baby” Kankri answered, a smile in his voice. “We already know he loves the water, thanks to you. I’m glad he’s having a proper sleep though; it throws his whole routine out of whack when he misses his nap. It’s Porrim’s turn to have him this weekend so we might be able to get a sleep in on Saturday and maybe do something together. I was thinking since it’s so hot, we could go to the local pool, or the beach. Depends which one is less crowded”

“Ooh, sounds good babe. I’d be dowvn for a beach trip, for sure. And vwhen vwe get back vwe can vwatch some flicks and cuddle on the couch or…vwhatevwer”

Kankri chuckled at the clearly suggestive implications of that word. “Movies and ‘whatever’, sounds good to me. I’ll look forward to it. I could use the stress relief. Anyway I have to get back to work. Give Crokri a kiss from me when he wakes up. And here’s one for you as well” he made a kissing noise through the phone and Cronus chuckled softly and returned it “Lovwe you too, Cherry. Havwe fun. I’ll see you vwhen you get home”

Once Kankri hung up, Cronus went back to playing on the computer until roughly half an hour later, when the expected sounds of hi s son’s crying alerted him to the fact that Crokri was awake. Taking his cue, Cronus got up to go get him. He walked down the hallway and opened the door, swinging it open silently to reveal the baby’s colourful nursery. Crokri’s crying was normal instead of a tantrum, and Cronus happily leaned down and picked him up. “Heyyyy little guy. Feeling better after your nap?” he smiled.

“Squeak!” The grub reached out to him and whined, little tears at the corners of his eyes. He looked adorable with his tousled bed hair. His voice still sounded a little sleepy.

Cronus hugged him close, then sniffed the air and made a face, holding him away from him and looking at his sagging diaper that was stained red and brown. The little pictures of crabs printed on it had faded.

“Vwhewv, smells like someone has a dirty diaper. Let’s get that changed” He carried him to the changing table and laid him down on it, securing him with the straps then un-taping the diaper tabs and opening the front. Cronus grabbed the wipes and started cleaning him up, “Vwell I knowv vwhy you didn’t havwe any poop in there earlier, you vwere savwing it up for nowv, huh? You made a big mess. Gotta say, considering your size, that’s impressivwe” he chuckled and finished cleaning him up in a matter of minutes, expertly rolling and taping the diaper into a ball and throwing it away in the special pail that reduced odours. After changing so many, he and Kankri were now both adept at it.

Crokri wiggled his body and legs, enjoying the fresh air on his tush. He wiggled and squeaked happily, clearly feeling better.

Cronus tickled his belly and laughed. “Vwho’s a cute little guppy? You are! Yeah~…Here ya go, bums up” he slid a new crabby diaper under the red grub’s butt, slipping his tail through the slit in the back. He reached for the anti-rash cream, rubbing in a small amount before adding a sprinkle of zinc based baby powder. He brought the diaper front up and taped it in place with the sticky tapes on either side, giving the front a little pat once he was done “There nowv. You’re all clean and ready to go” Cronus put everything back in its place. He cleaned his hands with some hand sanitiser then unstrapped the safety belt from Crokri and picked him up happily, cuddling him close again. Crokri clung on contently and looked around.

Cronus patted him softly. “Let’s get you a little snack. You’re probably hungry” He carried him into the living room and placed him down in his playpen with toys before walking to the kitchen to rummage up a quick snack. Cronus tried to pick something healthy to make up for the extra sweet lunch. Crokri needed some proper food, not just sugar. Cronus chose finger foods, chopping up tiny squares of wholemeal bread, cheese sticks, apple sticks, some little cheesy crackers and some carrot sticks. He brought the food in to Crokri and climbed into the playpen with him to sit on the floor. Cronus put the plate of snacks down and it didn’t take long for the red grub to crawl over and take a look.

Crokri sniffed the different foods, then grabbed a grub cracker and started nibbling on it, spilling crumbs. He didn’t have all his teeth yet but he had enough to chew things up.

Cronus watched him contently, a smile playing on his lips. He reached over and gently tried fingercombing the grub’s hair. Crokri growled softly and shook him off as he backed away, holding the cracker in his mouth. His ear fins flared in a threat display.

Cronus laughed “All right, all right. Fine. I vwas just trying to help. Keep your bed hair!” He took his phone out of his pocket and waited for Crokri to come back to the Disney themed plastic plate.

Sure enough, Crokri got curious as to what the other foods tasted like and dropped his soggy, half eaten cracker on the carpet to crawl back up and try some more things. He picked up a cheese bit and took a little bite, chewing oddly as the texture was new to him.

Cronus snapped a few pictures of Crokri trying different foods and sent them to Kankri. Once Crokri had finished his snack and made a nice little mess on the carpet and plate, Cronus took the plate into the kitchen and left it on the counter, also leaving the crumbs and spilled bits on the floor. He came back into the lounge room to find Crokri happily entertained by various baby toys and grub toys.

Crokri climbed on the grub play gym, wandering around through tunnels, across bridges and down slides or playing with the interactive parts. He then chased balls with colourful liquid and toys, or beads or spinners inside them. He pressed buttons on the My First Lusus wheel and chewed on the rubbery plastic teething keys. He rolled around in the soft toys and pressed buttons on the interactive board book. He had a lot of toys, probably from being spoiled by everyone. Grub toys were a bit different from wiggler toys or toddler toys. They tended to be lower down to the floor, and since grubs didn’t have opposable thumbs, or even fingers, usually consisted of things easy to use with grub legs and mouths.

Cronus made himself a snack, (a sandwich and a glass of water), and sat on the couch to watch TV while keeping an eye on his kid. He finished his snack while paying attention to the ‘real ghosts caught on film!!!’ TV show, which filmed the audience’s reactions to each scary ghost video.

Crokri could only stay entertained for so long though, and soon started making trills, squeaks, and other little noises to get his dad’s attention. Cronus looked in his direction and saw Crokri standing at the side of the playpen, holding the bars. He was wearing a pleading expression that begged ‘let me out!’. His big round candy red eyes were irresistible.

“Awww~” Even though he really wanted to watch the rest of his TV show, hey couldn’t say no to that. Cronus got up with a groan. “You vwant out? Okay baby. Come here” He walked over and leaned down into the pen, scooping him up easily. Cronus cradled him in his arms and tickled his belly. “Vwhat do you vwant, huh? You vwanna play vwith daddy?”

Crokri squirmed and uttered delightful baby giggles in response to being tickled. He looked up at his dad and reached out for his violet earfins “aba aba ba, guuu…!” he babbled the little language he knew and Cronus grinned down at his son.

“Is that so?! You sure got a lot to say for a little shrimp. You vwanna do something fun? I got a great idea” Cronus held Crokri in one arm and used his free hand to pull the cushions off the couch and toss them on the floor. He grabbed the blanket that was folded at the back of the couch and shook it out so it lay flat. He then put Crokri on the blanket. “Ready to go for a ride? Vwheeeee!” Cronus laughed and jogged away, pulling the blanket along the ground, around the cushions and furniture which were used as obstacles.

“Chirp!” Crokri almost rolled off and had to grip on with his little legs but he enjoyed being tugged around. He giggled and squealed in delight and babbled even more. When Cronus got tired of that game and needed a breather since he got puffed, they instead played a bunch of other games. Cronus made a fort for them to play in with blankets and cushions. Then he threw toys everywhere which Crokri could fetch and bring back upon being prompted. Then they played hide n seek. Then Cronus put on a baby cartoon and danced to the songs and actions together with the grub.

Kankri had insisted to keep things educational when playing with their baby, so Cronus also tried reading books and doing flash cards with the grub as well. When that finished, he took Crokri into the kitchen and laid out some paper on the floor. He got out the poster paints and filled a little tray with them then helped Crokri dip his front legs into the paint and make marks on the paper. Colourful scribbles decorated the paper, and Crokri, and the floor and walls. Cronus stuck the works of art to the walls with blu tack. Wet paint dripped down the walls. Basically with all the games they played, the house was now a mess. But the grub still had plenty of energy to burn and needed entertainment!

Cronus was trying to think of what else they could do when Crokri noticed the view of the back garden and scurried over to the sliding glass doors. He stood on his hindquarters and put his paint wet legs on the window. “Auuuu! Wawa!” He banged his front legs on the glass enthusiastically, smearing more paint on it and babbling. “Wa wa! Wa-wa. Wa waaaaa!”

Cronus walked over “Oh, you vwanna go outside. Yeah, sure, vwe can do that! Let’s go play in the garden. You vwanna help me vwater the flowvers? Or should vwe play on the svwings?” He picked up his son and took him outside, placing him down on the warm, green grass. Crokri ignored his toy balls and his outdoor play gym. He ignored the swing set and the slide. He ignored the obstacle course and the mini maze. No, instead he headed straight for the pool! Crokri hurried to the side and jumped up and down, trying to find a way to climb in. “Squeak! Chirp! Peep!”

Cronus laughed and shook his head “Ahhh, I should havwe knovwn. Vwater! Yep, okay, you can go back in. Come here so I can get your svwim diaper on~” he sang. He hurriedly picked his son up, causing Crokri to whine loudly and reach for the water, struggling to get out of his father’s hold.

“Hang on, hang on. You can’t vwear a normal diapee in the pool honey. Hold still for a second vwhile I get this one on” Cronus said, trying to be patient with the impatient, squirmy baby. He took off the new ‘old’ diaper and put the swim diaper on, making sure Crokri’s finned tail was popped neatly through the slit in the back. He then rubbed on some more sunscreen into Crokri’s body and face. Crokri fussed and cried, making it difficult, but Cronus worked fast and soon he was done. He carried the grub to the pool and held him over the water. Crokri stopped crying and looked at the water in excitement, reaching out for it as red tear tracks glistened on his face. His gills fluttered, his earfins fluttered, and his legs paddled at the air cutely in swimming motions. “Squeeeeee!” he wanted in!

Cronus couldn’t help laughing. He put him in the pool and let go, watching Crokri take off and swim gleefully around in the pool. The water was warmer than before since it had been outside in the heat, but it was half under the patio shade so it was okay. Cronus doused himself with the hose again to try and keep cool, and played with his son in the pool play centre. He filmed Crokri playing and uploaded it to Bubblr.

He heard Kankri come home several hours later, hearing his keys unlocking the front door. Kankri’s voice could be heard as he walked down the hallway and into the living room. “Oh my word! What’s happened here? The whole house is a complete mess” he exclaimed. Footsteps came through the kitchen and a handbag was deposited on the kitchen bench, keys hung up on the key hook hanger.

Kankri’s voice sounded out again. “Oh no, there’s ants all over the kitchen bench. Who left out this food? And there’s crumbs everywhere. Ahh why are there so many ants?” Sounds of water running and things being cleaned up and food thrown in the bin were heard. Then Kankri noticed the walls and floor “Cronus, this better be water soluble paint or you can pay for the new paint job!” he yelled out. He noticed Cronus and Crokri outside and went out the back door.

“Here you two are. Cronus, why is the house in such a state? You know we teach Crokri to clean up after playing with his toys or making a mess. I’m glad you two have been having fun but you better not expect me to clean all that up. There’s ants everywhere in the kitchen, the sink is full of dishes, Crokri’s high chair is messy. I noticed there was food mushed into the carpet in the living room. There’s paint smeared everywhere in the kitchen. And Crokri’s room smells like dirty diapers. Did you empty the diaper pail today? It’s full and the bins go out tomorrow”

“Nice to see you too, Chief. Howv vwas your day?” Cronus replied somewhat sarcastically, a bit annoyed that Kankri wanted to complain before even greeting him. “Yeah, listen, I’m sorry about all that but I vwas just spending time vwith the little guy. I vwasn’t thinking about havwing a perfect clean house. Making sure he’s havwin fun and spending quality time vwith him is far more important in my vweiwv. Vwhy vwaste time vworryin about cleaning up vwhen you could be spendin’ it making memories that last? The house vwork’s alvways gonna be here, but grubs growv up fast”

Kankri sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He closed his eyes a moment and sighed again, evidently trying to keep his cool. He dropped his hand and looked back at Cronus, before shaking his head “Well…it looks like you and I have differing opinions. But you do make some very good points. I’m sorry Cronus, how was your day? ” he asked more genuinely. He walked over and hugged him “I missed you both at work today. And I’m glad you both have been and are still, having fun”

Cronus slipped his arms around Kankri’s waist and pulled him closer, kissing him fondly “Our day vwas good babe. Really svwell” he kissed him again and squeezed him lovingly “Vwe missed you too. Crokri painted you some art vworks. And vwe did the flash cards” he nuzzled him. “I’m glad you’re back. My pretty cherry”

Kankri hummed happily, breathing in his mate’s scent “I saw. And thank you for practicing the flash cards, it all goes towards his education” he purred, letting out a soft, pleased sound at the pet name and attention “I’m always happy to come back to you. Today was fun, but it’s nice to be home with my two favourite people in the world”

There was a splash and some excited grub noises. Crokri had noticed Kankri was back. He chirped and trilled, then clicked eagerly, swimming around trying to find a way to hop out of the pool.

Kankri let go of Cronus and moved out of their embrace. He hurried to the side and scooped Crokri up into a loving hug, not caring that his clothes were getting wet. “Ohhh my little cutie pie! Mummy’s so happy to see you! Did you have fun in your new pool? You look like you had a wonderful day, mwah, mwah!” he kissed him playfully with exaggerated kissing sounds, while the grub squirmed and giggled, laughing in delight. Crokri cuddled close and nuzzled Kankri’s chest, sighing contentedly as he purred and snuggled. His little fins did a happy flutter. Kankri smiled warmly down at him before looking at Cronus again.

“You’re still going to clean up the house” Kankri replied, cheerful and smiling. “We can’t have Crokri exposed to germs, insects, or tripping hazards. And besides, it is possible to clean up one activity while Crokri is distracted with another. That’s how I do it. So, we’re going to play outside and water the flowers, while you make everything nice and tidy again. By the way, if you ever feed him ice cream for lunch again, I’m going to tie you up and force feed you ice cream. Got that?” he beamed.

Cronus’ mouth dropped open “Vwhat? But I didn’t- ! Howv did you-!?” How did he know? How? This made no sense. “Kankriiii” Cronus whined.

Kankri turned back to Crokri, ignoring Cronus’ protests with a wicked grin. “After all, I’d much rather spend time playing with our cute baby than doing the housework. Grubs grow up so fast~” he sang.

Cronus opened and closed his mouth, trying to argue, but coming up with nothing. Scowling and grumbling, he shuffled off into the house in his damp clothes to tidy and clean. Some things just weren’t worth arguing about. Maybe on their next Daddy Day he’d take him out to the park to play. He started to smile as he cleaned up though.

Knowing he was Kankri’s favourite person in the world, and Crokri’s too, made up for a bit of housework. He wondered what being tied up and force fed ice cream would be like.

#Loopy Gigglesniffer #Cronus Ampora #Kankri Vantas #fanfic #Crokri #OC #Grubs #baby #fluff

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