#the spoons though are a little harder lol

[slut4thebroken]

Opposites Attract

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Pairing | Jason Todd x reader

Summary | Jason in your hyperfeminine pink bedroom (and house lol)

Warnings | Reader isn’t infantalized she just likes feminine things lol, fluff, kissing, Jay being a big fat softie.

Words | 1.2 k

Notes | Honestly idk. I’m going through an aesthetic change rn and was struck with a vision one day lol. (Also this pic set is a direct result of there being literally no pictures or gifs of Jason 😭 I had to take matters into my own hands smh.)

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

You always loved when Jason came over. You loved his company of course, but mostly you just loved seeing him in your house, especially your room. 

There’s something almost comical about a six foot tall, burly, vigilante, who’s covered in scars and only wears dark clothes, standing amongst all of the baby pink and white, and the delicate silk and lace in your bedroom. He sticks out terribly, even in the rest of your house, and you can’t help but be amused by it everytime. 

You were sitting in bed with a book tonight, wearing a white babydoll nightie and hugging your teddy bear to your chest. When you heard a noise from outside your bedroom, you stiffened, your heart beating faster and harder in your chest. You strained your ears to listen and for a few seconds it was completely silent until you heard quiet footsteps. Before you could react your door was opening and you almost breathed a sigh of relief when you saw who it was. All of the anxiety quickly melted into happiness. 

“Jay!” You said excitedly, setting your book on the nightstand. 

“Hi, princess.” His hair was still a little damp and he was in casual clothes so he must’ve done some vigilante stuff tonight— a while ago you scolded him for tracking mud on your rug and getting blood on your sheets, and ever since then, you’ve demanded that he comes here completely clean. 

You set down the teddy bear and got up to greet him properly, with a hug and a kiss. His hands settled on your waist over the soft material of your dress and you placed your arms on his shoulders, standing up on your toes so he didn’t have to bend down so much. When he pulled back from the kiss, you whined quietly, making him chuckle. 

“You scared me.” You frowned. Even thought you gave him a key, you wished he’d knock because of how naturally quiet he always is. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” He murmured, giving you another quick kiss, making you forget all about that. “Should I be jealous?” He asked and you furrowed your brows, not understanding because you were still dazed from both kisses. But he explained once he saw your expression. “That you’re cuddling with another man in your bed.” You couldn’t keep the little giggle in, especially when he started smiling. 

“No.. It’s just Teddy.” You said through a quiet laugh. “Plus now that you’re here, I can cuddle with you instead.” You gave him a bright smile and he chuckled under his breath, bringing a hand up to brush your hair back, then cup your cheek. 

“I’m not intruding?” 

“Nope. I was just reading.”  

“Good cause I thought we could bake some cookies and have a movie night.” You were nodding eagerly before he could even finish. 

It was mostly him putting everything together and you following his every move with heart eyes. You wanted to help, but each time you tried, he sat you back down. He gave you the spoon for you to lick the extra batter from while he finished everything up. When the utensil was clean, he grabbed it and put it in the sink, then walked over to you and picked you up, taking you to the couch. You giggled as you clung to him— you didn’t think he’d drop you, it was just a habit that eased your nerves. When you were both on the couch with your legs over his, his hand on your thigh, and his arm around your shoulders, he leaned down and gave you a quick kiss. 

“I missed you, baby.” He rasped, making your cheeks heat up. 

“I saw you three days ago.” You chuckled breathlessly, even though you probably missed him more than he did. 

“And that was three days too long. What have you been up to, pretty girl?” He leaned down even farther and pressed soft kisses to your neck. You let out a shaky breath and gripped his shirt. 

“N-nothing… Just working on some hobbies.” You shrugged, getting a little sad. You wished you lived with him. You wished you could make dinner every night for both of you, clean up around the house, help him out of his clothes when he got home on days that he was particularly battered, give him a massage— and… anything else he might need— whenever he’s feeling stressed… You wanted it all. But you couldn’t have it, not yet at least. 

“Yeah?” He lightly nipped at your neck, making you let out a startled whimper. 

“Mhm.” You hummed, letting your eyes flutter shut. He kissed down your neck to your shoulder and slowly moved the fabric down to expose more skin. “Jay…” You said through a breath, trying not to get overwhelmed with the feeling of his lips on you. 

“Hm?” He moved to your collarbone now, slowly kissing across it to the center of your chest. 

“Need you.” You whined, starting to squirm. His hand started rubbing up and down your thigh, probably to soothe you, but it only got you more worked up. “Please?” You used the voice that always gets you what you want and he pulled back to look at you, letting out a heavy sigh as his lips curled into a small smile. 

“I can’t say no to you, princess.” You all but beamed in response, excited to get what you wanted. His hand started sliding up your leg until he gripped your hip, under the nightie, making your breath hitch. Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and smiled when you started squirming again. He never broke the kiss as he lifted your body and set you in his lap, straddling his legs. Both of his hands squeezed your hips, teasing the waistband of your panties, and yours moved to his hair, tugging lightly. 

Faintly, you heard a noise from the kitchen, but you couldn’t focus on it. When he pulled back, you whined and tried to kiss him again, but he placed a gentle hand on your neck as a warning. 

“I have to get the cookies, baby.”

“Let them burn, I don't care.” You were still squirming, trying to get friction and pleasure that he wouldn’t allow. 

“You say that now, but in half an hour you’ll be pouting about how you don’t have any cookies.” He chuckled, making you frown. He didn’t give you another chance to protest before he was lifting you off his lap and placing you back on the couch. You grabbed his hand when he started walking past you, looking up at him with pleading eyes and a pout. 

“You’re my good girl… you can wait just a little longer, can’t you?” You frowned and averted your gaze for a moment, then nodded. He gave you a soft smile as he cupped your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “Thank you, baby.” He said proudly, making you blush, then continued on toward the kitchen. You turned around and leaned your chin on the back of the couch to watch him. 

He looked so silly in your kitchen full of pink colors, towels with lace trim, and flower themed decor. But he looked even sillier wearing your pink oven mitts as he took the tray out of the oven. You bit back a smile as you watched him reach for a heart shaped spatula to put the cookies on a plate. 

Despite the incongruity in the delicate setting, he managed to blend in seamlessly, almost making the contrast appear natural. It was giving you even more proof that he belonged here— belonged with you. 

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#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff

[huexuri]

: how it's done (softdom!kai x fem!reader)

NSFW, MDNI!

(warnings: somnophilia (w consent ofc), softdom!kai , sub!reader, mutual masturbation, praise, dirty talk, tell me if there's more!)

note: didn't realize how much of a dirty talk kink i have .. ehm ehm tmi!!!! also ending was so rushed im sorry😔 i might do a second part lol

it's 2am and you've been scrolling on your phone for the past 3 hours. you promised yourself to sleep by 11pm and said goodnight to kai then. but ... just like last night, this night and probably the night after, you'll fuck up your sleep schedule more and more because you just can't seem to listen to yourself....

you'd think kai would be asleep by now because when he says goodnight, the next second he'd snooze off. so.... what better idea than to secretly snuggle with him to fall asleep? was what you thought to yourself as you dragged your sleep deprived ass to kai's room which was just the one across the hall from yours.

quietly entering his room, you slowly shut the door to not wake him up. the sight of kai fast asleep on his bed in that hoodie that you always stole from him and the same adidas sweatpants that he never seems to take off has you smiling like an idiot. the mountain of plushies on his bed, he looked so snuggled up, so comfortable, so adorable.

discreetly, you crawled on the bed beside him and snuggled yourself in his embrace, making him spoon you. shuffling around to find a comfortable position, you wrapped your legs around his and wrapped his arm around you. you think you probably woke him up because you felt him pull you in tighter, but you weren't complaining, and as you expected.. you fell asleep before you knew it.

that doesn't last long though, as you woke up about 5 hours later to the feeling of kai right behind you with.... well, his erection that's poking against your ass with slow, light irregular thrusts. definitely not the first thing that you thought would greet you in the morning... you assumed he probably had a wet dream because when you turned around to look at him, he was fast asleep, his eyes beautifully shut. you tried your hardest not to move, because the feeling of his hard on rubbing against your clothed core has you aroused as hell and you didn't want it to stop. your panties were wet before you even realized it, not to mention the little moans that unconsciously rolled off his tongue. it was enough for your clit to be swollen even when he isn't touching you..

but like the needy girl you are for kai, his thrusts weren't enough,,, so you lightly grabbed his hand, veiny and giant, and guided it down to beneath your panties. the touch of his cold fingers on your raw, aching clit had you basically throbbing for more. it even had your nipples perk up. guiding his long fingers up and down.. the wet squelching sounds that echoed throughout his quiet room filling the white noise... you thrusted one of his fingers in you, and you couldn't help the soft moans that you occasionally let out. still, you hoped he wouldn't wake up to you in such a desperate position like this. so fucking needy and horny, only for kai.

of course he would realize that you're using him to fuck yourself. you noticed that, when his thrusts become more and more controlled and he starts to finger you by himself. that's when you know that you fucked up, he saw how embarrassingly wanting you are just so he could touch you.. couldn't even wait until he woke up, huh?

"k-kai..?" you breathed out.

he didn't answer, all you felt was a grin against your ear and his fingers seemingly having a mind of it's own, rubbing you up and down, thrusting in and out of you. you didn't even have to guide him anymore. you even stopped helping eventually because you were focused on gripping the sheets to suppress your longing moans just so you wouldn't embarrass yourself further.

"couldn't wait, baby?" kai murmured, his erection getting harder and pressing up your clit as his eyes fluttered open.

"kai... i-i'm really sorry... i couldn't resist when you started thrusting against me... mmh—"

kai doesn't answer again, as he pulled his fingers out and pried open your mouth with the same fingers full of your slick. you sucked his long fingers clean, tasting yourself on him.

"don't worry, love.. it's okay, but i'll still have to make you make up for it, isn't that right?" kai whispered with a grin in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your face and his deep morning voice clearly apparent.

you could only mutter out a "mhm.." along with some moans in agreement to his words as his long fingers were still taking up all the space in your mouth. it didn't help that he was still rubbing against your clothed clit, making it hard to even mumble out any words. he nodded to your attempt at words and slid his fingers out out of you and licked it clean before stopping his thrusting, straddling over you and starting to kiss you all over.

he tugged at your waistband and slowly slid it off. you looked at him with a slightly concerned look because even if you knew he wouldn't be mad, you were still scared he would be. but immediately your worries calmed down when he gave you a reassuring smile and nod, confirming that he wouldn't do anything to remotely hurt you.

"it's cute to see how desperate you are when i do anything close to touching you... but you know you have to earn that touch, right?" kai said with a grin, full of lust in his eyes. with a tilt of his head, he lifted up your chin to look at you as he expected an answer.

"of course.. i should've asked you." you embarrassingly looked away as you exclaimed.

just when you thought kai was about to kiss you, he let go of your chin and stopped straddling you, instead sitting beside you on the bed and motioning you to sit up. you slowly pushed yourself up, and looked at him with confusion.

"i want to see you fuck yourself. if you can make yourself cum infront of me, you'll get the reward you deserve." kai said in the most lustful tone with an innocent smile on his face.. how the fuck does he even manage to... do that?? it was scary how fast you obeyed him and immediately took your panties off and threw it across the bed along with your shorts that he tugged off.

"aren't you going to... help?" you asked kai, as he usually would since his fingers are twice the length yours are... but you soon realize what he's demanding you to do after he rejects you.

"no, baby. that's why i wanna see you... i wanna see how you look when you masturbate. when i'm not around to help." he pointed towards your cunt with his chin, motioning you to go on with an expectant look.

"show me how it's done."

you nodded. your fingers started to find it's way towards your clit and soon enough, you were exposing your whole body to kai, toying with your nipple and groping your own breast with one hand and fingering yourself with the other. you were imagining how he'd fuck you breathless just like how you always did to get off whenever he wasn't around. you whimpered and moaned softly, moaning his name occasionally when you were desperate.

"don't you see h-how... good i'm.. fucking myself?.. a-all... ngh—all pretty for you.... the best girl j-just... for you.." was what you could moan out in hopes of driving him crazy.

seeing the look on kai's face when he stroked himself under his sweats from the words that left your lips... it totally worked. you truly know what you're doing to him.. and he loves it.

"k-kai.. i...i'm... s-shit—i'm gonna—" your hips started to stutter with your fingers inside you, you gripping your breast so hard it left a red mark, the knot in your stomach that slowly felt like unraveling, the feeling like all eyes were on you when it was only kai, you were close, so close, so fucking c—

"f-fuck!!!"

everything flashed white for a second, and it felt like something inside you exploded, and then your squirt was all over kai, his bedsheets, his shirt, his face....

before you even came to your senses, you could feel kai's arms wrap around you. he pulled away and started to pull down his sweats, leaving you to the sight of his dangling cock, tip blushing red and leaking with precum...

straddling you again, all he managed to mutter out..."that's my good girl... that's my good fucking girl. my god ... do you even know what you do to me? i'm gonna fuck you breathless, you don't even understand."

and you know he wasn't lying when he said that.

#xuri writes #hueningkai smut #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #hueningkai hard thoughts #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai hard hours

[yasuosexual]

How would the ff14 best boys sleep non-sexually 👀

(I have healthy thoughts about Aymeric I SWEAR)

as someone with 0 healthy thoughts about aymeric, thank you for bringing some into my head 🫶🏼

warnings: drunk thancred, swearing, suggestive hint

THANCRED:

- sleeps like a fucking rock

- once he finds a position that he’s comfortable in, thancred is NOT moving. you can try everything within your power to get him to budge but you’re shit outta luck lol

- snores loud as fuck too so get ready for those earplugs. he got that dad snore bro

- 75% of the time he’s sprawled out like a starfish, taking up the majority of the bed. 25% of the time he cuddles you to sleep. you won’t be moving for the entire night so i hope you’re comfy:)

BONUS: when he’s drunk he’s extra clingy so he will pull you on top of him and death grip you so moving is harder than before (which is somehow possible)

AYMERIC:

- he’s a back sleeper and loves it when you lay on his chest

- won’t grip you to death like thancred will, but gets grouchy when you try to move. he will try to stop you, whether he’s awake or asleep, but won’t keep you from moving when you’re uncomfortable.

- aymeric won’t sleep unless you’re literally on top of him lol. he uses you like a weighted blanket!

- will play with your hair until he passes out. aymeric will keep himself awake to see that you’re asleep first and won’t ever let himself fall asleep without kissing your forehead first.

HAURCHEFANT:

- haurchefant on some big spoon little spoon type shit like he wants every inch of your body lining his like …

- he just wants to hold you all night long!!! like aymeric, he will try his best to make sure that he’s holding you safely from behind, but will let go if you are uncomfortable.

- wakes up when you stir too much and makes sure that you have enough blankets to cover you

- if you do wake up in the middle of the night, he’s right beside you to make sure everything is okay. will get you a glass of water if you’re thirsty or another blanket to cover up… although he’d rather warm you up in another way ;)

ESTINIEN:

- i feel like he sleeps like a victorian child

- estinien actually loves to cuddle before he goes to bed!!! come here pookie ~ like he wants to hold you and give you a kissy and then hopefully fall asleep like that (you on top of him)

- if you get uncomfortable and roll away, however, be warned that he is not nearly as nice as the others.

- hogs ALL of the covers so you have to fight him throughout the night for warmth. you moved away from him so now you play the price.

- even though he can be a meanie pants… if he senses that you’re having a tough time sleeping or a nightmare, estinien will bring you close to him and hold you to his chest, giving you a light kiss and a ‘i love you’ so you know it’s okay.

celly

thank you again, anon, for this awesome rq! so much fun to write and inspired me for the next thing i’d like to do!

#my sleepy best boys 🫶🏼 #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #aymeric #aymeric de borel #aymeric x wol #estinien #estinien varlineau #estinien x reader #estinien wyrmblood #thancred waters #thancred x wol #thancred x reader #thancred #ffxiv thancred #haurchewol #haurchefant greystone #haurchefant x wol #haurchefant de fortemps #haurchefaunt #ffxiv haurchefant

[vampynights]

:D HIHIIII i'm back w another ryan rq LOLL can u write any sort of hcs about cuddling or physical affection w him please ^_^ !!!!!!! sorry if this is too vague, just lmk if it is!!!! 💘 (:

✰a/n: HELLO AGAIN ANON!! wonderful to hear from u and get another request!! I completely understand what you want, and since you so politely asked, you shall receive! this is so random but the song i had on repeat while writing this was ‘kiss me’ by sixpence none the richer and i feel like it really just adds to the overall vibe so i highly suggest listening while reading !!! hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day<33

✰RYAN ROSS — physical affection with ryan headcanons 

✰warnings: none tbh!! just pure fluff

(i love this gif sm.)

–ryan is definitely a lot more reserved when it comes to physical affection in the beginning of your relationship

–he’s pretty reserved overall tbh at first, it takes a bit to get him out of his shell

–in the beginning you’d probably have to initiate somethings or hint to him that you’d like to do certain things

–for example, if you wanted him to grab your hand you’d probably have to do that cliche ‘putting your hand super close to him till your pinky’s are touching’ thing to make him notice

–this is probably weird and stupid but i feel like he has like sweaty palms LOL (i do too, i understand the pain.)

–like, you hold his hand for too long and all of a sudden it’s like holding hands with someone who’s sprinkled a shit ton of water onto their hands

–he gets super embarrassed abt it too and you kinda just have to laugh it off and like tell him it’s okay without making a big deal out of it either…?

–once he gets into the habit though his hands are like ALWAYS on yours. 

–underneath tables, while you two are walking, if you’re sitting next to each other, when i saw always I MEAN ALWAYS 

–now moving on from the hand holding, cuddling is a little easier for him to get used to, funnily enough

–his excuse is probably that cuddling is done mostly in private meanwhile hand holding is public a lot of the time and he gets kinda shy

–he is like the perfect mix of little spoon and big spoon

–like he really does not mind being either tbh, he’ll only have a preference if he’s in a REALLY bad mood (in which case he’ll probably wanna be little spoon) but generally, he doesn’t care, as long as he’s holding you he’s chill.

–he’s got a fucking GRIP

–cuddling with him is like signing away your life tbh, once you go into his arms he will not let you out for almost ANYTHING

–this mf definitely is the type to hug you from behind when you’re doing literally anything 

–don’t cook in front of him unless you want your mobility to be restricted because he won’t let go of you

–ok im sorry for saying this but hear me out ok, he’s a “where’s my hug at?” guy

–BUT NOT IN THE WEIRD WAY I MUST EMPHASIZE 

–if you come home the first thing he does is playfully ask you “where’s my hug at?” and opens his arm wide

–when you guys are cuddling on the couch he loves to have your legs over his lap and your head on his shoulder

–if you guys are in public however it’s a little harder to get him to cuddle

–the best you’ll get is him wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close, but he wouldn’t have you on his lap or anything 

–he’s so clingy when he’s drunk

–he comes homes after drinking and the first thing he is doing is latching onto you (keep an eye on him at all times or he might vomit on you. gross.) 

–if you wear his favorite perfume he will purposefully cuddle you A LOT just to smell it

–like you’ll be chilling with him and then literally feel AND hear him sniffing and you’re just like 

–”did you just sniff me?”

–”no?”

–he gaslights you about it cause he get’s embarrassed but you both know the truth

–in summary, he’s clingy as shit and wants to hold you more than anything in the world but also chill out in public otherwise he’ll die 

#ryan ross #ryan ross headcanons #ryan ross x reader #panic! at the disco #pre split panic #pretty odd #the bad list #ryan ross x you

[hotxcheeto]

Hi hi !

Can you please write a vi x female reader where vi always cooks for her and the reader wants to reward her while she’s cooking if you know what I mean ? 😇😏

━ 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Smut, v fingering ( vi receiving ), kisses? ig, mentions of being really exhausted/tired/overworked, top!reader, bottom!vi

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - short and sweet, didn't really know how else to add to it lol, ty sm!!

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It smelt so good the moment you stepped through the threshold of your home. A sigh subconsciously leaving your mouth while you shut the door and began slipping off your shoes feeling the relief almost immediately.

You'd been working more than you had in a long time, more than Vi had in the past few months leaving her to watch after the home while you spent long days making money.

Then you'd waddle in exhausted at the very end of the day, sometimes too sleepy to even eat a snack or shower leaving her to wake up extra early to make you breakfast and give you a shoulder massage while you ate.

She was always a gem when you'd get back, taking care of you and making sure you were comfy to sleep over giving you a bath when you were just too tired to wash your own body.

God you were so deprived of actual conversation you wondered how she felt after having to care for you for so long. Thankfully though, for the next few long while you wouldn't have to work to get paid since an accident had happened fucking you over big time.

Working on the upside had it's benefits, mostly due to the fact that half the things were illegal and they'd do anything to keep you quiet.

Fuck it, vacation time.

"Hey pretty girl." You rounded the corner, grinning at the sound of her voice making Vi smile at your lopsided expression. "Hi Vi."

God she looked so good standing at the stove in her tank top and sweats, her muscles flexing while she gripped the spoon in her hand.

You wanted nothing more than to hug her, wrapping your arms around her torso, burying your face into her back as she moved while stirring something on the stove. Her other hand shifting to rest on your wrist while humming.

"Go take a shower, I got this." She must've been so lonely in the past while when you worked. Your nails running over her abdomen while you sat in deep though about how much touch she's missed.

"Hm." Was all she heard you say, eyes flickering down when your fingertips moved to the band of her sweatpants. "I miss you." Spoken in a non-past tense it was surprising for her, her want suddenly coming rushing to the forefront of everything.

You could hear her breathing quietly hitch, trying not to give it away by coughing directly after. Though, it was a bit more obvious then she or you were ready to admit.

"You miss me?" You questioned, fiddling with the very top of her boxers that stuck out from her pants. "Yeah, of course I did." You kissed her bicep, sneaking your hand just the slightest lower.

"How much longer with the food?" You asked, slipping into her layers and running your hand over her lower belly. "A while, that's why I said to-" You went lower, catching her off guard and stealing away her breath along with the rest of her sentence.

"I'll be quick, I promise." You inched just a little bit closer to her slit, waiting for her nod of approval which didn't take long to come.

Her head moved and so did your hand, fingertip running tiny circles around her bundle of nerves making her let out a small noise. It had been so long for the both of you, you had been enjoying just watching her subtle reactions as you moved.

The way it got harder and harder to focus on cooking, it would be okay to stop stirring for a few moments, right? She decided yes when you moved faster, moving down to tease her hole before moving back up. Going back and forth between these two motions.

"Fuck Y/n..." She held the counter as to not burn herself, her face hot from both the steam and your movements. "Don't stop..."

"M'not gonna." You sang, picking up your pace.

She was so close already, after not having been touched it was like a cliff was asking for her to fall off. Choking back something you could compare to a moan while her legs shook in place. It was hard to even stand as you worked her over the edge, enjoying her trying to swallow her whimpers.

She was so fucking close, you just needn't stop and she'd come right there and then. All thoughts other than you were abandoned, and a low groan trickled from her throat, hips grinding towards your fingers.

Her orgasm washed over her before she got a moment to tell you, not that you hadn't noticed. Smiling and kissing her arm a few times while fingering her through her climax.

"Holy shit, cupcake." Vi breathed, grabbing the spoon while half stirring whatever she was making, the rest of her attention elsewhere. "Don't burn the food Vi.." You sang in response, turning around and beginning to walk away.

"Where you going?" She sounded disappointed, watching you waltz your way to the bathroom.

"I gotta shower, remember?"

"Of course."

#vi x yn #arcane vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi x reader #vi smut #vi imagine #nevy writes

[bladeweavedance]

I decided to do one of those ship template meme thingies. There is no official height for either of these characters that I have seen, but they appear to be about the same size, so I kind of gave 'em an average-ish height. Wyll's age is his official age. Gale does not have any official age - he looks to be in his early-mid 40s, but I can't discount the idea that the orb might have prematurely aged him a bit, so I put him in his late-30s.

I figure Wyll and Gale take turns being the big/little spoon hence why I kinda halfsies it for both of them.

For the lends clothes / borrows clothes thing… Well, first of all, I headcanon Gale as being stockier than Wyll weight-wise - so it's likely Gale would not fit in any of Wyll's clothes (which seem rather tight on him anyway). Additionally, I just have this thought in my head that Wyll is sort of used to not being near a water source for washing his clothes for days at a time - so, he might sort of have this habit where he ends up running out of clean clothes and where normally he'd just wear the same thing over again (sort of a young bachelor-type of mindset almost), he just decides to borrow Gale's clothes instead. When they get married, Gale tries to gently break him of this habit. Though, he does like seeing Wyll wearing his clothes. It does things to him. LOL

I feel like neither Wyll nor Gale are the type to really excessively use pet names, but they might use a few simple ones with the occasional unique one sprinkled in. Wyll uses darling, dearest, my love - and maybe "my sweet wizard" and "my king" - playing into the sort of fairytale romance thing with that. Gale is put-off on using darling himself because he's heard Astarion use it too much, but he also uses dearest, my love, my hero, my Blade, and he uses "my king" back to Wyll as well.

Wyll is very charming and he seems really sociable when he's in a good mood (he mentioned dancing a bunch of sarabandes with the ladies and gentlemen of the Gate, and he's really a Man of the People sort, I think - he likes interacting with people and inspiring them) - so I put him all the way on the extroverted side. Gale is a bit harder to judge - on the one hand, he enjoys a lot of solitary activities (reading, he stands off to the side at parties, etc.), but he also exhibits a lot of very social traits as well - seeming to enjoy conversation and hanging out in bars. So, I headcanon him as being the sort that's kind of in the middle in terms of extroverted and introverted.

Wyll and Gale are not only both service-oriented people, but they're also rather eloquent and enjoy romantic phrases and poetry and building up people around them (especially their partner). So, I see both of them as being in-between when it comes to Affection through Words and Affection through Actions.

I wasn't really sure what to put in regards to Confesses First and Waits for Confession. On the one hand, they both tend to play the slow-burn in terms of romance, but on the other hand, they're both also rather eager and bold people… Sooo… I kinda just put them both on the same level. They seem like they'd both confess their feelings first at various points in their relationship (Gale might be the first to say "I love you" but Wyll ends up being the first to propose or what have you).

The bugs question… ROFL While I don't see Gale as really being the scream-y sort about anything really (he's pretty level-headed in the face of danger), he does seem to harbor some wariness towards bugs, particularly spiders (Not just the "Stop licking the damn thing!" but he has some words about phase spiders and Kar'niss). Wyll meanwhile is absolutely fearless and will definitely squash bugs or anything else that might set Gale on edge without question.

More to come for the rest of this! Darn character limit…

#bladeweave #wyll ravengard #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #ship meme #understand my ship #this got very long and i'm still not done #please forgive me #more to come #darn character limit

[lemonykoo]

what it’s like going to bed with the genshin boys

Includes: Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kazuha, Kaeya, Itto, Thoma, Albedo, Scaramouche, Xiao, Zhongli, Venti, Aether

Genre: Fluff! The reader is gender neutral.

Word Count: 170-250ish words each. Some characters are harder to write than others lmao

Notes: Bullet imagine. Nothing suggestive or scandalous lmao. I just find comfort in sleeping amongst all my pillows sometimes and I can’t imagine how comforting it would be to sleep with a pryo vision holder who owns a winery!!! I decided not to do all the younger boys just because these are considered romantic relationships. I also am unsure of how old Gorou is, but I see him as being a bit older than Xingqui or Bennett. If he’s not though and y’all think it’d be best to remove his part from this, I will do so. Sorry for not posting in forever btw. Hopefully I’ll be able to write more and post more since summer break is here! I got excited to post this lol so I apologize if there’s any mistakes or anything. I hope you guys enjoy!!

Ayato:

I think Ayato, with his prestige role in Inazuma, probably seems like he wouldn’t care much for cuddles at bedtime. He’s just too prim and proper for that.

Top secret information, though, he does! He cares so much for them hehe

He just loves it when you curl up next to him, with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you so he can rub comforting circles on your abdomen or play with your hair if he wants.

When you wake up in the morning and it’s a bit chilly inside, he just loves it when you get as close to him as you can.

He normally wakes up earlier than you, so while you continue sleeping, he’ll patiently wait for you to wake up so he can give you all the good morning kisses you deserve.

Honestly, after a long day of dealing with Yashiro Commissioner things, he just can’t wait to hold you all night long. Sometimes when he wakes up, he’s already anticipating for the night to come so he can hold you close and tell you how much he loves you.

Childe:

More often than not, he’s not exactly present at home since he’s doing Fatui things. You’ve gotten accustomed going to bed alone, unfortunately.

That’s why Childe is more inclined to spoon you when he finally comes home.

It’ll be the dead of night when he quietly sneaks his way into your little cottage in Snezhnaya. The bitter cold outside was just starting to nip at him, so all he had on his mind was getting in bed with you.

He’d walk into the bedroom with soft footsteps, having already discarded of his boots at the front door along with the rest of his belongings. You’d be fast asleep, as expected, on your designated side of the bed as you snuggled a pillow beside you. Sometimes Childe wondered if you always slept on your side of the bed, hoping each night for his long-awaited return.

Carefully, Childe would climb in bed beside you and wrap an arm around you to draw you closer to him as gently as he could without disturbing you.

It wouldn’t ever take long for him to fall asleep. Between being exhausted after being away on a mission to being in your soft, comforting presence, it was impossible to not drift off into one the best sleeps he’ll ever have.

Diluc:

Chances of you actually going to bed with Diluc at the same time was pretty much half and half. Sometimes he’d be at home and accompany you to bed. Sometimes he’d had to be at Angel’s Share late and you wouldn’t see him until the morning. And then sometimes, he’d go to bed with you, but you’d wake up late in the night to find him gone on some Darknight Hero mission.

(He’d never forgive the Traveler for starting that nickname.)

Because of this, he’d settle for spooning you since if he had to leave, he could do so without bothering you much and when he came back, it would be easy to resume.

The only downside was that when he left, the extra warmth he seemed to radiate because of his vision would leave too, leaving you to get a little cold whenever he left. Normally, this wouldn’t be enough to wake you up right away.

If you did happen to wake up when Diluc was leaving, though, it was hard for him to not stay. He had such a soft spot for you, if you gave him just one little pouty look, he’d be getting back in bed before you could even ask.

Oh, but his cuddles are always the best. In comparison to you, his stature and build is much larger, so it’s like having a nice, bear hug constantly.

It was always a challenge getting up in the morning since neither one of you wanted to leave the other.

Gorou:

You and Gorou are all over each other at bedtime.

You spoon him, he spoons you, he cradles you, you cradle him – it’s just a tossup, honestly. There’s not preference, as long as you two are with each other and comfortable.

He’s normally tired at the end of the day after doing all his general duties, so it’s not hard for him to just find a spot amongst the blankets and pillows with you and be perfectly content.

If it’s within easy reach, yes, you will brush his tail hehe. He acted super embarrassed about it at first, even though you two are dating. He didn’t view you in the same way as Yae Miko on this sort of thing, but he did feel anxious about you knowing this about him! He was okay with you knowing his secrets, of course, but this!! He was a general, for archon’s sake! He couldn’t let people know he enjoyed his tail being brushed!

Well, except you now. Because you knew exactly how he liked it and it was you!! He loves you!! Please, brush his tail!!

Just… don’t tell anyone… for his sake.

Kazuha:

For starters, if you and Kazuha are on a voyage on the Crux, you both just have to squeeze in somewhere to occupy what little space is available on the ship. There was really no set “position” as long as you two could sleep comfortably in those conditions.

However, whenever the ship was docked and you two were staying in Liyue Harbor for a little bit, you could take up as much room as possible!

You two would definitely take advantage of this opportunity and spread out in the inn’s bed as much as you possibly could.

At least he would. Kazuha would sprawl out like a little starfish, with one arm out to the side while the other would be underneath his head and his legs outstretched. The free arm would be your invitation to cuddle him hehe

You’d fill in the space next to him, either facing him or not since both worked just fine. If you faced him, his free arm would wrap around you to hold you to him while an arm and leg of yours would drape across his body. If you faced away, the free arm would just be a little pillow for you and yes, it would definitely be numb in the morning but that didn’t matter! As long as you were happy hehe

Kaeya:

One thing you didn’t expect from Mondstadt’s heartthrob was how punctual he was to bed. Not that Kaeya had a specific bedtime, but if you were going to bed, he was, too. It was endearing, really. You didn’t have to wait up for him and the nights where he wasn’t at home all night, he’d somehow always return right when you were getting ready for bed. He just knows, ya know.

Most of the time, you lay beside him with your head on his chest and an arm around his torso. Kaeya would rate this a 9 out of 10 for reasons he wouldn’t disclose, but you were sure one point was deducted just because he couldn’t easily give you kisses like that.

However, some nights this wasn’t the case. Sometimes, after having one too many to drink that night, he’d find a comfy spot in the bed beside you, wrap his arms around you and rest his head in the crook of your neck.

He’d place sloppy kisses on your exposed skin, chuckling a little to himself for no reason. You’d chide him for drinking too much to which he’d reply with, “You’re so cute when you lecture me,” before hiccupping. “You’re just the cutest,” he’d slur and a soft sigh exhaled across your skin would signal to you that he was finally asleep and wouldn’t be waking up until late the next day.

Itto:

Not exactly sure why, but Itto insists that you sleep on top of him. Not that you’re complaining. It was rather comfortable.

Since your head would be on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat clearly, which always lulled you to sleep very quickly. His arms would wrap around you in a nice hug.

Yeah, good luck trying to get up or leave. Itto was not letting that happen.

And it’s not like you could leave without waking him up. He was a light sleeper, so the slightest move would cause him to stir. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Your only fear was if he rolled over, which hasn’t happened yet, but you always have that little thought in your head. At this point, it’s just an irrational fear of yours.

Oh, and whereas this sleeping position of y’all’s might warrant some chuckles, the Arataki gang does not even pretend like they’re amused by this.

Itto will definitely challenge them to an all or nothing onikabuto fight. You’re not sure what the “all or nothing” implies, but you know Itto’s pretty harmless, so you assume it’s nothing bad.

At least… you hope it’s not.

Thoma:

Thoma is always exhausted when it’s time for bed! He’s been doing all sorts of stuff for the Kamisato household and now that there’s a new outlander in town, he’s been dealing with that, too.

So when you two are in bed, he clings to you, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head on your chest. He just wants to take it easy before he has to do it all again tomorrow.

On the days where he’s not exhausted and yearning for your touch after a stressful day, the roles are reversed. But when is this man not running all over Inazuma helping out whoever he can?

(And when he is not yearning for you? Hello, this man is head over heels for you!)

Sometimes you wish he’d just sit still and take a day off, but you know that’s not going to happen. No matter how many times you and the Kamisato siblings tell him it’s okay to slow down, he just can’t. But, you have to admit, when he winds down for the night and is all snuggly and warm, you do love those moments just as much as when he’s not falling asleep as soon as his head hits the pillows.

And when you play his hair!! Yes, please!! Braid it, tie it up, give him silly hair do’s – he loves it!! Literally helps him get to sleep faster.

Albedo:

Albedo rarely went to bed with you. He’d always be up late, taking notes or continuing an experiment he was working on until it was finished or completed enough to his satisfaction.

The times he would go to bed with you, he’d stay up with his nose deep in a book while you laid at his lap, sleeping peacefully.

The times he wouldn’t go to bed with you, though, would be much different, as expected.

He wouldn’t want to wake you up, since he knew sleep was important (to everyone except him, apparently), so he’d settle for just occupying the space beside you. He’d make no move to touch you, afraid the slightest movement would cause you to stir.

He’d fall asleep with his back to you on the opposite side of the bed, only to wake up in the morning with you spooning him.

Or, on other occasions, he’d wake up face to face with you in the center of the bed, hands intertwined between the both of you.

He had no preference, really, but he was starting to think being spooned was one of the best things in life.

Scaramouche:

Would insist on sleeping back-to-back. You expected as much, but you kind of wished Scara would at least make an attempt at physical affection.

But he did! Just in secret hehe.

He’d wait until you fell asleep to roll over and spoon you and after a while, he’d drape an arm over your torso to hold you closer to him.

Sometimes you’d be awake to witness this and would smile to yourself, not understanding why he couldn’t do this when he thought you were awake. You had been together long enough anyways, so it wouldn’t be a surprise for you to see him affectionate.

Unfortunately, it was starting to be a surprise when he was affectionate since it was so rare. Maybe he was just trying to keep you on your toes…

Nevertheless, you’d both fall asleep like that, and sometime during the night, his hand would slip underneath the shirt you wore to rest comfortingly on your stomach.

You can guarantee that this display of affection would be gone in the morning. He always woke up before you, so by the time you stirred, he’d already be up and out of bed, leaving no sign of any cuddles.

Xiao:

Just trying to get Xiao to sleep with you was a battle. You knew as a yaksha he didn’t need to sleep and he wouldn’t, but just trying to convince him to at least pretend was like talking to a wall.

It wasn’t until you told him that it’d help comfort you at night since you were wary of being alone sometimes. He couldn’t just leave you to yourself then, right?

He was definitely super rigid at first. Not only had he no experience with this sort of thing, he felt awkward being in this position. He settled for just sitting beside you and to make him feel better, you let him (though one day you were going to get him to cuddle you!).

He’d be sitting up, his legs outstretched in front of him while you laid beside him with your head in his lap. For the first couple of weeks, his arms were either crossed in front of his chest or out beside him. But he slowly got comfortable with touching you.

He’d gently stroke your hair as you slept or place a comforting hand on your arm.

The only downside to all of this was if and when he had to leave during the night to protect Liyue. He’d try his best to slip out of the bed as quietly as possible, but he could never do it just right and leave you awake and saying quiet goodbyes to him. Those were always the worst.

Zhongli:

Ideally, Zhongli would like to spoon you when bedtime rolled around.

However, most of the time, you’d end up sprawled across his legs or curled up in his lap as he told you endless stories to help you sleep.

Don’t get me wrong, he enjoyed this just as much. Sometimes he wondered, though, if the reason you always fell asleep during these times was because you thought he was boring. This was not true, as you quite enjoyed his stories.

But, since he’d tell you them when you were sleepy and curled up next to him and his deep voice just gave you a wonderful sense of comfort, you couldn’t help but doze off when he’d tell you some little snippet of Liyue’s history.

The position would be similar to that of you and Xiao’s, though, Zhongli would not be uncomfortable with holding you or running his fingers through your hair. That, and you weren’t exactly always confined to his side. Sometimes you’d laid out across his legs, as said before, in between them, or even just sitting up next to him with your head on his shoulder.

It really didn’t matter to Zhongli, though. As long as you were getting a good night’s sleep, he was content.

Venti:

Just lots and lots of cuddles honestly. You and Venti are just very loving toward each other, so bedtime is just full of cuddles.

It can range from spooning to just holding each other, to whatever y’all are feeling at the moment. I feel like y’all would mostly settle for just holding each other tight, face-to-face so you can pepper kisses on each other cheeks when needed hehe.

(According to Venti, they’re always needed.)

Venti is away a lot due to his free spirit, so when he comes home to you, you both want to spend as much time as possible with each other.

So pretty much you’re both just in each other’s arms until he leaves again.

I think like Xiao, though, when the time to leave comes, it’s always heartbreaking since he can’t even leave without you waking up since you’re both so close and tightly embraced. Sorrowful goodbyes are whispered to each other, and small kisses planted all over your face before he departs.

He never wants to leave, but sometimes he has to. But you know he’ll always be back sometime. The constant breeze flowing through your open windows during all hours of the day lets you know as much.

Aether:

Being Aether’s travelling companion has gotten you used to staying in weird inns and small tents pitched in the middle of nowhere. Before spending your time with him, you definitely wouldn’t have been able to live like this, or even if you were alone. Between Aether’s comforting presence and Paimon’s comedic relief, the otherwise uncomfortable trips were made pleasant to you.

Aether knew you were a bit timid when it came to new places. After meeting you during his stay in Mond, he asked you to accompany him on his travels to other places. You were very apprehensive, since you had never left Mondstadt before. But Aether reassured you that nothing bad would happen to you on his watch, and Paimon said she’d beat him up if he did let something bad happen to you. Nonetheless, you were welcomed to his travelling team with open arms!

With you being so nervous in new areas where danger seemed to lurk around every corner, you couldn’t help but always curl up right beside the blonde when nightfall came around. You’d have your head on his chest and an arm holding him to you – not out of force but out of reassurance he was still there and hadn’t left you.

Sometimes Aether opted to sleep on his side, in which case your head would be underneath his chin and your body close to his, each with an arm loosely around each other.

Sometimes, you’d be embarrassed by your display of affection when the morning came, but Aether’s good morning kisses always reassured you that he enjoys every second of your company.

#genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin albedo #genshin venti #genshin diluc #genshin kaeya #genshin ayato #genshin childe #genshin gorou #genshin aether #genshin zhongli #genshin itto #genshin xiao #genshin scaramouche #genshin kazuha #genshin thoma #genshin fluff #albedo x reader #venti x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #ayato x reader #childe x reader #gorou x reader #aether x reader #zhongli x reader #itto x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #lex’s writing 💫

[starcrossedxwriter]

Built for Love Part 8 (MBJ x Famous Black OC)

A/N: Ummm this chapter has a little bit of everything... Family, fluff, a bit of smut, slight angst. It also has a time jump because we gotta keep shit movingggg. And I could write 100 chapters of fluff with these two butttt we're here for the drama! lol Also another gif that has nothing to do with anything LOL But I imagine this is what our girl wakes up to every day and I love that for her

Warnings: brief mentions of DV

“So Charlie, are you excited to be back on the stage?” Michael’s mom asked as they settled around Michael’s dining room table for dinner.

Though it was a small affair, the table was weighed down by Donna’s decadent and delicious cooking, his mom cooking both he and Charlotte’s favorites for their goodbye dinner. Once his father had said grace, initial conversations had given way to the sounds of forks and spoons clinking against china as everyone passed dishes and savored Donna’s cooking. Though Michael’s family was used to it, Charlotte’s were too busy stuffing their faces to be much conversationalists.  

Her face had been drawn up in a bright smile since her brother, Lauren, and Jazz arrived. The tone around the table was a bittersweet one, joy for Charlotte and this opportunity everyone knew she deserved and needed, but melancholy at having two staples of their respective communities gone, even if it was only a temporary absence. 

Between the press tour and preparing to leave, the time had flown by and the move that once seemed so far away was hurtling toward them like a high speed train. Charlotte still found herself shocked that Michael was willing to move with her. As the date inched closer and closer, she half expected him to find an excuse not to accompany her. But that never materialized. Instead, he took it upon himself to do all of the planning. Time to find an apartment? Already done and vetted by Michael. Furnish the place? Interior decorator was already on it with images of both of their homes to capture their respective styles. All day, every day, he sent her restaurants and places he wanted to try, some Charlotte had been to and some she hadn’t, or asked her about her favorite spots to add to the list. His excitement was contagious, which counteracted the stress, dread, and anxiety Charlotte felt. For him, this was just the first of many adventures with the woman he loved. For her, it was returning home after running away. And that was never easy.   

“Yea I really am. It’ll be an adjustment for sure. Next two months’ll be crazy. But I… really missed it. I’m coming in a few weeks behind in rehearsals but it’ll be good to be back.” 

Michael’s hand, which had rested on her thigh since they sat down, squeezed gently to reassure her, soothing her anxiety. 

“Only on the choreo. This girl could perform the show and songs forward and backwards right now if she wanted.” 

Charlotte smiled. “He might be right about that. But the choreo is the harder part for me anyway.” 

“Yea the girl was born with every talent but rhythm,” Jackson called down the table causing everyone to laugh, Charlotte leaning behind Michael’s chair to flip him off without everyone seeing. 

“He never gives her credit. Charlie is a great dancer,” Lauren chimed in, not allowing her husband to joke at her best friend’s expense. “Remember the spring production of Oklahoma our freshman year??” 

Charlotte groaned. “Ugh don’t remind me! Some of the worst weeks of my life.”

“What happened?” Michael asked. 

“There was a nasty norovirus going around campus and Charlie, one of the only freshmen in Juilliard history to play the coveted lead of a spring production, caught it the second day of rehearsals. Was out for two weeks. The director planned on bumping up her understudy.” 

“A senior who despised me and was probably hoping the virus would kill me,” she laughed. “Director said there was noooooo way I could learn the staging and choreo in the two remaining weeks before opening night,” Charlotte interjected, rolling her eyes. “He was just worried he took a chance on a freshman only for her to crash and burn.” 

“Since I was dancing in the production, I could record rehearsals. Charlotte watched every rehearsal, learning every move, lyric, and note while she was sick. Sis showed up once she was cleared by the doctor and you wouldn’t have even known she missed two weeks of rehearsals. She looked and sounded better than some folks who’d been to every rehearsal.”

“Messed up one or two steps,” she admitted. “But nothing that couldn’t be fixed in the time we had left.”

“How’d you manage that?” 

She shrugged. “I just rehearsed and slept in between trips to the bathroom,” she laughed. “My doctor thought I was completely insane but as they say, ‘the show must go on.’” 

“Will you have enough tickets for us all to come to opening night or do we need to come at a different time?” Jackson asked.

“I definitely can get everyone tickets for previews, those start mid February. Not sure how many I can snag for opening night though.” 

“What are previews?” Michael’s dad asked. 

“Oh, sort of a test run? Just an opportunity to perform the show to audiences before the official opening night. Gives you a chance to work out issues and fix things before critics review it. The show ran off-Broadway first so our previews are only a couple weeks. So we have a month and a half of true rehearsals and then previews and then the show premieres March 1.” 

“And how long are you all gonna be there again?” 

“In total? 8 months I guess with rehearsals? I only signed on to be on the cast for six months though… March to September.” 

“Knowing you, you’ll extend it,” Jackson offered with a knowing smile.

Charlotte shook her head. “I dunno. Chris would love that. But doing 8 shows a week for six months is a lot. And gets old after a while,” she admitted. “Maybe I’d do a different show, but I'll probably come back here. I promised Chris six months so that’s all I’m committing to.” 

Everyone nodded in understanding, the conversation drifting away from Charlie and to separate topics. Charlie glanced around the table, a soft content smile on her face as she watched the two groups interact. It was not just each family chatting off to themselves. Lauren and Michael’s mom and sister were deep in a conversation about the struggles of parenting young children; Michael’s brother and Jackson were arguing about the Lakers vs the Clippers; and Jazz and Michael were deeply enthralled in a story told by Michael Sr. And everyone seemed genuinely happy to be there and interact. This was their first time truly combining the groups but she thought it boded well for when they all met the rest of her immediate family on the East Coast. If Jazz, Lauren, and Jackson liked them and fit in, the rest of her family would too. 

As dinner winded down, Charlotte stood up from the table to bring out dessert. Michael offered a soft peck to the inside of her wrist, which she returned with one to the top of his head, before she grabbed his plate to take into the kitchen. She hummed to herself as she loaded the dishwasher and pulled out the cake his mom prepared earlier that day. It was Michael’s favorite, her rum cake. Charlie could not deny it was one of the best cakes she had ever tasted, hers included. 

As she moved the cake to the island, she lost her balance on her heels, almost falling. She was able to sit the cake down quickly, it wobbled slightly in its glass case but remained unharmed despite her clumsiness. 

“There you go, tripping over air,” she cursed herself, annoyed and thankful she had not destroyed his mother’s cake. As she moved the holder on the island, a wave of deja vu hit her, a vision of a cake and cake holder smashing to the ground filling her brain. She paused, studying the glass cake stand, her stiletto-shaped nails gliding over it gently. Just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, the memory too foggy and distant to make sense of. During most of her deja-vu moments or flashbacks, the memories hit her like she was being forced in front of a movie screen. But as much as she racked her brain, she couldn't think of anything related to this moment.

“You ok, dear?” Donna’s soft voice interrupted Charlotte as she zoomed through the Rolodex of memories in her mind.

“Hm? Oh yea, I’m ok,” Charlotte answered, glancing up. she noticed the plates in the woman’s hands before abandoning her thoughts and grabbing them from her. “Let me get those.” 

“Thank you, dear. Your family is lovely. They fit right in,” Donna offered as she moved to grab a knife and small plates for dessert. 

Charlotte smiled, “Thanks. I’m excited for all of you to meet the rest of them. Everyone else is fairly tame in comparison,” she joked. 

As she loaded their dishwasher, she glanced at his mom. 

“This was all delicious, thank you. Thank God he picked up your cooking skills or else we’d starve in New York.”

The older woman laughed. “Well anytime you want to learn, you let me know. Though I think you’d give me a run for my money with those desserts of yours.” 

Charlotte could not help but beam a bit at her compliment. 

Charlotte dried her hands on a dish towel, anxiously twisting the soft fabric in her hands and chewing on her lip as she watched his mom. 

“I hope you don’t mind…” she started, pausing as the older woman looked at her with confusion. “M-Me stealing him away for a while. I’m honestly still a bit surprised he wanted to do this at all. But I know it’s probably hard when he’s gone for a long time. I feel kinda bad?” She admitted quietly. “I know he’s gonna miss you guys so much.” She stared at the wall that blocked Michael and everyone at the table from their vision, her face falling a bit as she felt the guilt of pulling him away from his family and community in LA. Even though he offered, she could not help but question whether she should have accepted it, accepted taking him away from his family like this.

“If I may?” Donna’s hands wrapped around Charlotte’s, halting her anxious movements and towel twisting. “I know it hasn’t been that long but I’ve never seen my son as happy as he is with you. One thing you should never doubt is how much that man in there adores you. I dare say he would try to move a mountain if he thought it’d bring you joy. You should never feel bad for accepting the manifestations of his love and commitment. Because I dare say, this is just the beginning.”  

Charlotte felt a tear start to fall, not from sadness but from the love, grace, and compassion his mother always showed her. From the moment they first met to today, she never acted like those dreaded mother-in-laws her married friends moaned about. Charlotte’s mother would not be considered a constant presence in her life, a rarity at best. And through everything she had been through, the one thing she had always hoped for but never had was a mom. Michael’s mom did not know about her mom’s absence but she seemed to recognize it was something Charlie still needed, a mother’s love, support, grace, and word of wisdom. And she offered it in droves. 

“T-thank you,” she whispered, whisking the tears away just as Michael rounded the corner to check on them. 

“Hey, you two alright?” 

“Yes of course, baby.” Her face immediately brightened as he entered the room, not even just to hide her and his mom’s emotional moment but just from his presence. “Just hounding your mom for this amazing rum cake recipe so I can make it for you in New York…” 

“But… I told her she’s gotta be officially in the family first for me to share it. So get to it,” she whispered to Bakari with a sly smile and a peck on the cheek as she returned to the dining room with the rest of the family. 

“Damn, she’s not subtle at all, is she?” he asked as he grabbed the cake while Charlotte grabbed the plates his mom pulled out. 

Charlotte laughed, patting him on the chest as she passed him to return to the dining room. “No, definitely not.”

***

Their moans created an orchestra filling his bedroom as Michael kept Charlotte’s eyes trained on his as he fucked her slow and deep. 

They rarely had sex in missionary these days, both of them finding other positions far more interesting and fun. However, when they were both in the mood for something slower and more sensual, missionary hit the spot for both of them. It offered them something deeper than pure pleasure. It was an intimacy and comfort they both needed for their last night in Michael’s bed for a while. 

Looking into each other’s eyes was a meeting of the minds, beyond merely connecting with their bodies, they connected with their souls. They saw all of each other, all of the excitement, anxiety, joy, and fear of what tomorrow would hold for them. And every moment, every movement and touch between them was an effort to honor those feelings. Every touch and whispered adoration told the other that they were here and they were ready for everything the universe had in store for them. 

There would be time for fast and wild later. Tonight, they were just cherishing the moment and each other before their first real adventure as a couple began. 

“J-Just li-like that. F-Fuck, I-I love you,” she moaned, having already lost count of her orgasms as Michael pushed her to the edge of another one. 

She could tell he was close as he picked up the pace a bit. Her hips rocked slightly to meet his, her core pulsing and tightening around him causing a primitive moan to escape him. 

It only took a moment for him to fill her before he rolled off of her. 

“You good?” He asked, a question he usually asked when they finished up, whether the session was slow and sensual or had her doing acrobatics. And the answer was always in the same vein: she was more than good.

“Excellent. I could fall asleep j-just like this,” she yawned, knowing that her sleep after sex was always elite, Michael tiring her out to the point where she could not do much else. However, before she did, she got up to go to the bathroom, Michael talking to her as she groped her way through the darkness of his room. 

“You ready for tomorrow?” He asked as he found his briefs to slide on and climb back into bed. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” she called back. “You sure you still wanna come? Not too late to back out. Well, we signed a lease, on a way too expensive apartment, I might add… so it’s a bit late. But you could still do it.” 

Though her tone had the intent of a joke, Michael could still hear it, her hesitation and fear that let him know she was still concerned he would abandon her. He knew she would not truly believe him until they were moved in and settled but he was genuinely excited to go with her. Not just to support her and provide her with some sense of safety while she was there, but to witness this next stage in her career. This was her dream and he saw no better use of his time than watching her fulfill it. He knew why she was hesitant, they had only been dating for mere months. However, when he looked at Charlotte, he saw a perfect glittering gold path to a future he had never given much thought to because he had always been too focused on the hustle, a marriage and a family like the one his parents had built. To him, this was one step down that path and he would never regret taking it. Part of him was annoyed he would have to return to LA in June for another project before her time in New York ended but he decided he would savor the initial six months of uninterrupted time together. 

“You ain’t gettin’ rid of me that easy, honey bee. And after living with me in New York, maybe that’ll convince you to move in with me when we get back?” He asked as she washed her hands. 

She poked her head out into the room to look at him, finding that his face matched the seriousness of his tone and words.

“What? Y-You want me to move in? Here?” 

He continued to surprise her with his level of commitment and dedication overall. However, just as she was about to doubt he truly meant it, his mother’s words floated back to her mind. 

"Well, it wouldn't be here forever. Just till we found a new spot… something that's ours," he emphasized. “We’re gonna live together for at least 6 months in New York… if it works out and you don’t absolutely hate me by the end,” he joked, “Why not? What? You don’t think we should?"

She shrugged as she climbed back into his bed. “No, no, I’m not saying that at all. I mean I basically live here as it is,” she admitted. “I g-guess I just didn’t think about what living together in New York would mean for when we got back? Of course, you thought of it though. You think ahead and have a plan for everything.” 

Michael was glad she could not see his face as she settled against his chest. She truly had no idea how far ahead his planning went when it came to her. 

“Well, I just know what I want and I don’t believe in wasting time. But I’m not sayin’ you gotta decide now or anything. Let’s see how New York goes. I just wanted to see if you’d be interested in it.” 

“Yea, I’m interested.”

He nodded. “Now are you gonna tell me what you and my momma were talking about earlier? You looked upset?” 

Charlotte chuckled, she turned over so her chest was against his, her ear pressed against his chest. The light thumps of his heart filled her ear like a soothing drumbeat. “I should’ve known you weren’t gonna let that go… I wasn’t upset. She j-just said something I needed to hear.” 

She felt his lips press against the top of her head, her eyes falling closed for a moment. She appreciated that he did not press any further for information. 

“Yea, I don't know how she does that. It's kinda creepy, honestly… that mother's intuition."

“Yea, its like she sees into your soul or something." Her last words turned into a mumble as she yawned and her eyes fell closed.

All Michael could do was chuckle before kissing her forehead and falling asleep himself, her gentle snores filling his ears.

***

Charlotte glanced out of the floor-to-ceiling window of their new apartment on the edge of the Upper West Side. It was as beautiful and pristine as the pictures Michael had shown her. They were high enough to have a great view of the city from their balcony. It was in the perfect location too for work and there was so much around for her and Michael to do. The furnishings were perfect, the exact mix of her and Michael’s individual interior style. She knew he hired a designer but it was clear the person knew their shit. The house already felt warm, cozy, and safe, all the things Charlotte needed, and they had only been in it for an hour.

“What are you thinking?” He asked from the couch as he scrolled through his phone, both of them avoiding the dreaded unpacking they had to do. 

“I’m thinking about my crappy little studio apartment when I first graduated… and my two bedroom with one of my college friends for those few months…” she paused, that apartment was a graveyard of bad memories. “Before I moved. I’ve j-just come up in the world, I guess.” 

Bakari beckoned her to him, the young woman leaving her perch against the window to join him. The moment she was in arm’s length, he gently pulled her down onto his lap, Charlotte nestling into him with ease. 

“This place is insane, Bakari. I mean I love it but I still think it’s too much,” she remarked, she raised her hands as if to surrender, knowing she was bringing up a touchy subject for them both. 

“Aht aht. We came to an agreement on that,” he lightly kissed her bare shoulder. 

She nodded, neither of them wanting to fall back into their first true argument of their relationship a few months earlier. 

“So what do you think?” 

Charlotte laughed. “I think I could fit 5 or 6 of my first apartment in that place,” she gestured toward his laptop as he flipped through photos of a high-rise three-bedroom apartment. “I mean it’s gorgeous but I don’t think I can afford it.” 

“Yea but I can. It’s perfect. Really solid security, there’s only one apartment on each floor so it’s pretty private. And it's only 15 minutes from the theaters so when you finish up evening shows, it’s not a long drive. It’s perfect for us. Don’t think about the cost. Do you like it?” 

“Yes, I love it but,” she chuckled. “Creed was my first real check in two years, babe. And I still gotta pay for my apartment here. I don’t really have the luxury of not thinking about the cost of things.” 

“Ok but I’m sayin’ you don’t have to think about it cause I got it.” 

“Well how much do you want me to contribute a month? If we go 50/50, it would be tight but I could swing it then, I guess.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “ I wasn’t expecting you to contribute anything. We ain’t roommates, Els.”  

She shook her head, pushing off of the couch to pace in his living room, her annoyance officially rising. Finances continued to be a touchy subject for the pair. However, usually, Charlotte only put up so much of a fight before she gave in. But she could not give in on this, not today. 

“It’s one thing for you to always pay for dinners and shit like that but you can’t pay all of our rent while we’re there. That’s ridiculous.” 

“Why can’t I?” He asked, his tone signaling that he did not understand the seriousness of the conversation for Charlotte in the slightest. He still did not quite understand her hang up with finances. He knew it was part of the cycle of abuse but he had no problem spending money on her if need be. She had only just stopped fighting him on paying for dates. Though he was not the type of celebrity who blew all of his money on frivolous things, Michael also did not pretend money was a significant consideration in his decisions because it just wasn’t. And he would never apologize for wanting to spend his money on her, for wanting to support her. 

“B-Because I…” Charlotte stopped herself from finishing the sentence, Don’t want you to be able to control me that way. But she knew that was not his way.“T-then it’s y-your house a-and not mine. I-I would just feel more comfortable i-if you let me contribute something. L-Let me pay for half? Besides, you’re gonna be in LA sometimes, full time in the summer. You shouldn’t pay the full amount every month like you’re gonna be there the whole time.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal, Charlotte. I don’t need your money and I don’t want it.” His tone signaled that he hoped to get the final word in and end the discussion.

She could not help but feel frustrated like he was not hearing her. But she understood why he did not see this situation through her eyes. “I-It’s not about you n-needing it!” She cried out, Michael suddenly realizing her unexpected outburst meant more simmered beneath the surface than her just wanting to contribute. She took a deep breath, not wanting to start an argument with him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just…” 

He rubbed her shoulders and nodded, “Ok just breath for a second, babe. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it would bother you this much. I just.. I wanted you to have a serene, safe place to live and work while you’re there a-and I wasn’t gonna ask you to pay because money wasn’t a factor when I chose it. I just want you to be comfortable while we’re there.”

She sighed and rubbed her forehead. She knew she shouldn’t push him on the finances piece so much. But she refused to ever let a man hold her livelihood over her head again. Where she laid her head was important and even though she stayed at Michael’s most of the time, she could at least retreat to her home if she ever needed it. She did not want the only place she had to lay her head to be not in her control at all. 

“Look, I-I appreciate it. That place is beautiful a-and perfect. I love it, truly. But… t-this is the first time I’m living with a guy since Shaun a-and the a-amount of times he held t-the fact that it w-was his h-house instead of mine o-over me…” she exhaled deeply as if she could release the memories into the air with her breath. “I-If I d-don’t contribute something then it’ll be your house and not ours. I k-know you don’t need it o-or want it. But I need it. I need it to feel like I have an equal claim to it. Please.”

At that, Michael decided not to push any further. He understood her triggers were real and legitimate and if it gave her a sense of autonomy and control to pay him, he would not let his ego get in the way of that. 

“Understood. I’m sorry,” he kissed her cheek. “I didn’t think about that. This’ll be our home and I want you to feel like it. How about you deal with all the utilities and I get the rent?”

She could not help but laugh a bit at his “compromise.” “Those things aren’t comparable at all, babe,” she muttered. 

“Monetarily? Nah. But what’s the point of an apartment without lights, wifi, gas, water?” he listed. “All of those are necessities too and without them, this would be a pretty terrible apartment.” 

They squared off for a moment before she nodded, realizing he budged about as far as he was willing to on the subject. 

“Deal.” 

“Deal.” 

“We came to an agreement, yes. But don’t think for a second I like it. Anytime you wanna accept that 50/50 split, let me know.” 

Michael gave her a peck on the nose. 

“Not gonna happen. Let me treat you to this one thing, baby. But what could happen is us christening some of this furniture?” His eyebrow raised suggestively, his intentions clear in his words. 

Charlotte smiled slyly. “I like the sound of that… if we start with the counter.” 

***

“Charlotte. Baby. Stop eating your breakfast like it’s a drive by. Sit, relax, and eat. You got plenty of time. Don’t have to be there for another hour.” 

Charlotte nearly catapulted out of bed that morning, a wrecking ball of nervous energy flitting around their apartment. Michael did not know how she was moving so quickly and chaotically, since all she did was toss and turn the night before. And as soon as the Sun was up, she was out of bed and out on a run through the neighborhood. And when she returned, their bed quickly turned into a wreckage of clothes, the young woman changing her outfit no less than 10 times. 

“Did you get any sleep last night?” Michael asked as Charlotte forced herself to sit at the island and eat Michael’s apple cinnamon pancakes, her favorite, and a couple pieces of bacon. Though this was her favorite breakfast meal, she found it difficult to eat, believing her time would be better served practicing or running her lines again rather than just sitting there. 

She scratched her head as she stuffed her face quickly, her eyes zooming across her sheet music. “Couple hours. Lots of tossing and turning before I just gave up and reviewed the music again.” 

Michael laughed, “You know every song by heart, even the ones that aren’t yours. You’re gonna be great today.”

She shrugged. “I don’t feel like it.” She glanced at her watch and bit her lip before abandoning her half eaten breakfast. “Thanks for this, Bakari, but I think I should go practice the songs one more time. The run in the Act I closer is fuckin’ killing me. I can’t get it just right a-and if Chris has us practice that part today, I don’t want to look stupid.” She paused her ranting to practice the chorus and run right there as she paced by the counter. She sounded flawless in Michael’s opinion but he could tell she hated it the way her whole face scrunched up in frustration. “See? Can’t get it. But you know… maybe I should practice my ballad first though… it would make sense he’d want to start there since it’s earlier in the show. Do I have time to do both…” She was no longer talking to Michael, only rambling and muttering to herself as her questions about which song to use her precious last few minutes to practice started to become inter spliced with actual lyrics from the songs as she studied the music while she walked through their home. “Babe! Have you seen my script?? Maybe I should  run through all my lines for Act 1?” She checked her watch. “I s-should’ve used the time last night to do that. UGH.”  

Her incoherent stream of consciousness and half singing were interrupted by Michael who put himself in the path of Hurricane Charlotte and their bedroom. Her favorite room to practice in was the bathroom because the acoustics were the best in the house. Imagine his confusion and slight amusement when, the first thing she did when they arrived after throwing her bags down, she started singing her ballad in every single room to test the sound quality before deciding the bathroom was the best option. 

It had not been 24 hours yet and he already learned one critical thing about her: she was a perfectionist chaotic nutcase. He had never seen this “behind the scenes” look into her process and work ethic. When they worked on Creed, she showed up to set every day the picture of an actor, in the zone, focused, and ready to work. He had never seen what it took to get to that picture and it was a perfect frenzy that he could not hope to understand or follow if he tried. 

And still, he found that her perfectionist nature that drove all the practice and ramblings only made him fall deeper in love with her. He imagined this is what he looked like to his friends and family when he was prepping for a role, so much energy and time spent to become someone else and embody their souls and personas. So much attention to detail and time rehearsing to give each moment in front of the camera your all. This was so much like that, and yet so much harder because Charlotte could not just yell cut to redo something. Every night she got on that stage, she had one opportunity to show her talent at its fullest. He could completely understand why she pushed herself as hard as she did. 

“Honeybee… you gotta calm down. No more practicing,” he grabbed the sheet music out of her hand, Charlotte offering mild protests as he walked to her bag and slid them inside, secretly adding a little card of his own. “You still have weeks of rehearsals. Keep doing this and you’ll lose your voice,” he warned, his lips twitching from the laugh he forced himself to stifle at the look of objective horror on her face, as if she had never even considered that was a possibility. But he imagined for her, losing her voice was the worst type of illness she could have. “Exactly. Rest the vocals for a bit. Sit, finish your breakfast and we’ll drive to the theater together.” 

With his hands on her hips, he steered her back to the island for the third time that morning and watched her sit down to resume eating, this time far slower and more measured. 

“You don’t gotta take me like a child headed to kindergarten for the first day, dad,” she bemused with a soft smile. “I’ll be good.” 

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to.” 

She nodded, talk of Michael’s plans for the day filled the rest of breakfast before she grabbed her bag, filled with her script, sheet music, and mid-day snack. Michael had to stop her from triple checking her bag before he slid a perfectly made chai in her hands and ushered her out the door. 

He kept his hand on hers as their driver took them the short ride to Abernathy Theater. She had not told Michael but she had performed in this very theater in her very first Broadway production out of college. It felt like a full circle moment to be back there. 

“Ok, this is it, babe. You got this,” he kissed her on the lips. “Can’t wait to hear all about it tonight.” 

“Thanks, love. See you tonight.” She took a deep breath before gathering her things and exiting the car. 

Charlotte glanced back at the black car before she opened the theater door, the window rolled down, to find Michael giving her a thumbs up as if he knew she would need an extra push to walk through the door. She knew her nerves were somewhat foolish. She had spent the better part of her life in theaters and on the stage. And yet, she still felt like a fish outta water. So much time had passed, so much life had happened. Chris thought she still had what it took but would everyone else? She had given up this dream. And though she had never admitted this out loud, she felt so much shame for how easily she had casted it aside and resigned to leaving it to die behind her. As she walked through the theater, her first time in one in over two years, she questioned whether she even deserved this second chance at it after she had squandered the first one, regardless of her reasoning for doing so. 

But now as she walked through the theater, taking in the opulence of the insanely tall ceilings and their perfectly preserved murals, the dazzling gold arches and trims, and the sea of ruby-colored seats, she knew one fact to be true. No one and nothing would tear her away from this dream this time. She had breathed new life into it and she would not lose it again.

“Charlotte!” 

Her visual survey was interrupted by Chris who waved at her from the stage. She smiled and made quick work of making her way to the stage where he waited.

“It’s so good to see you,” he mused, pulling her into a tight hug. “The rest of the cast is trickling in. But I wanted to show you around personally and introduce you to everyone. I’ll take you backstage.”  

He looped his arm around hers and led her backstage, the two laughing and chatting like old friends as he took her around and introduced her to everyone. He was showing her her dressing room when a familiar man’s voice filled her ears. 

“The prodigal daughter of Broadway returns… You know I took bets on when you’d be back.” 

Charlotte whipped around to find Malcolm Roberts, one of her costars, leaning against the doorway, his usual sly smirk etched on his face. 

She sauntered up to him, a similar smirk falling on her face. “And? Is the Tony award winning Malcolm Roberts poorer or richer these days?” 

“Richer…” At her surprised expression, he shrugged. “I learned a long time ago to always bet on you.” 

She laughed and immediately pulled him into a tight hug, the man lifting her feet slightly off the ground. 

“It’s so good to see you. I owe you dinner so you can catch me up on everything,” he said as they hugged. “You look amazing, still as gorgeous as ever.”  

Malcolm had been in her last production before she moved. She followed his career after leaving theater and his star had only risen higher and higher, as he deserved. And now, he would be playing directly alongside her and she couldn’t have been more pleased. If there was one person she trusted undoubtedly to act alongside, besides Michael, it would be Malcolm. 

“Thank you! Should’ve known Chris would call in the heavyweight champ,” she laughed. 

He merely shrugged. “A friend calls and I answer. That's how he got you outta hibernation too?” He asked as they walked to the practice room for rehearsal, their banter drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the team as they worked to build the set and gathered props around them. 

 “Naturally. One day you’ll have to tell us how you convince everyone to do whatever you want?” Charlotte told Chris who merely smiled slyly. 

“Win me another Tony and I’ll tell all my secrets.” 

The two actors glanced at each other and rolled their eyes. “As if you need anymore!” 

“Does your house even have room for another one and that big head of yours?” Malcolm teased as Charlotte snorted. 

“Well, my partner says I can’t convert the kids’ room to a trophy room. So I guess when you two are done sweeping, I’ll have to buy a new house.” He winked at the both of them before grabbing his assistant director to chat, leaving Malcolm and Charlotte alone. 

“How was the move?” He asked as he interlaced his arm with Charlotte’s as they walked. 

“Oh totally fine. Michael took care of everything, of course. All I did was say yes or no.” 

“Ah yes, the new boyfriend, aka my wife and sister’s celebrity crush. Remind me never to invite the two of you over for dinner?” Charlotte let out a deep belly laugh. “But I’m glad to hear it. Looks like you found yourself a good one?” 

“Yea… I think I did.” 

She raised her eyebrow as he stopped walking to study her for a moment, his face drawn up in a look of pride and something else she could not place. Understanding? Knowing? She could not read it. However, before she could ask him, he merely patted her hand, which rested on his arm and said, “Well no one deserves that more than you.” 

Before she could inquire more, they arrived at their rehearsal space, each of them settling into their spots. Chris did quick work of introducing Charlotte to everyone else who she hadn’t met and embarrassing her with his praise. She was thankful when it was all over and everyone started to pull out their scripts and sheet music to run through Act I. 

As she pulled out her materials, a small card fell out of the stack and onto the table. She picked it up and examined the card, Honey Bee written out on the front in Michael’s handwriting. She half listened to Chris share notes and information from the last rehearsal as she slid the stationary out of its envelope. 

I would say good luck but I know you don’t need it. You’re gonna kill it, as you always do, and remind everyone there today and in this world, who you are. Take a deep breath and remember you, not only deserve this moment but, you were made for it.

Love, 

Your biggest fan  

If she had not been in a room filled with people, she would have bursted into tears. She slid the note back in her bag after reading it once more and taking the deep breath he instructed her to. She grabbed her phone as the cast started the table read and sent a quick but simple text. 

Thank you ♥️♥️

She knew she did not need to elaborate and that he would recognize the meaning. Not a whole minute passed before her phone buzzed with a similar simplistic response. 

Anytime. 

***

A month later

“Oof, that’s it. That’s the right spot,” Charlotte moaned as Michael massaged her aching limbs. “You got the magic touch, baby.” Her eyes lulled closed as he did the Lord’s work, kneading and massaging the tense spots on her legs and back after another long day of rehearsals. "First show is in two days and I can barely feel my legs.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” He placed a soft kiss to the top of her spine before continuing his work. 

Though Charlotte did not mind the quiet, the silence that settled over them both as he worked, she found it odd. Most evenings, she and Michael never stopped talking, the pair catching the other up on any and everything from the moment she walked into the door until the moment they fell asleep. However, today, Michael’s head seemed to be elsewhere. 

“You ok?” She inquired. 

“Y-Yea, yea. I’m good.” 

She laughed. “I know you well enough to know when you’re good, Bakari. What’s wrong?” She gestured for him to move so she could sit up. She slid her robe over her nude body and slid into his lap.

“I just had an interesting call with Ryan today.” 

“Oh? Got another project for you?” 

“Actually, yea.” 

She motioned for more details, unsure why he was being so coy and secretive. “Ok… you gotta give me more than that, babe. What’s the role? And why are you acting like he threatened to kill you?” 

“It’s a Marvel project.” 

Her eyes immediately grew wide. She gracefully tumbled out of his lap and onto her knees, excitement filling her previously lethargic body. While she had only just started to get into anime thanks to Michael, both of them bonded over their love for comics. Growing up with her brother, she and Jackson spent far too much time in the comic book store and she made a point to see every Marvel movie that came out. 

“It’s Black Panther, isn’t it??” She squealed, her excitement radiating off of her. 

“How’d you guess that so fast??” 

She scoffed and smiled. “Marvel’s been talking to Black directors for months for that project. A-and Civil War is coming out soon with Chadwick. Ohh,” she shook his shoulders. “You HAVE to do it, baby.” 

He laughed, getting up to go into their in-suite bathroom. “You don’t even know what the role is, love.” 

She shrugged, following behind him with an extra pep in her step. She did not understand how he wasn’t more excited about this. 

“I mean I could sit here and go through all the Black Panther comic lore if you’d like and guess. But that’ll just make you horny,” she teased, knowing Michael got a little too excited when she put on her nerdy hat and talked comics. “And my legs hurt too much for acrobatics with you today. Why aren’t you excited? You said yes, right?? He wouldn’t’ve called unless the role was yours.” 

He pushed himself up to sit on the bathroom counter. “I want to say yes, the role is fantastic a-and his vision is spectacular. I s-spent the whole day reading up on the character and everything. It would be a game changer for sure.” 

“Of course it would. But I sense a but coming?” Her hands inched up his warm bare chest and wrapped around his neck as she stood between his legs. 

“I’d have to go back to LA for a couple days to screen test with Chad and a couple of the other confirmed actors, meet with the execs… and between Kevin Feige’s schedule, Ryan’s and Chadwick’s… only one week before like June works for everyone.” 

At the annoyed and guilty look on his face, Charlotte immediately understood. “Opening weekend of the show?” She prayed she was wrong but at the small nod, she let out a disgruntled sigh. 

“Yea. A-and I don’t want to miss that, Els. It’s such a big deal and I moved here to be all in on us and support you. I asked Ryan if we could find a different date or if we could do something out here instead but I dunno yet. I didn’t want to mention it because I didn’t want to disappoint you if it’s not a sure thing.” 

“Babe. I so appreciate you and that you even thought to consider me and the show before saying yes. But you can’t put your career on hold for me. This is the MCU, babe, I would miss opening night of my own show for Kevin Feige. You have to go.”

Michael’s jaw almost unhinged at her statement. That was not what he was expecting at all. And when he searched her face for a hint of disappointment or sadness, he failed to find any. Her joy for him was natural and authentic, not the forced type people give when they are trying to hide their own emotions. 

“What??” 

“I’m joking,” she amended but she quickly shook her head. “Actually I’m not. I would totally ditch schmoozing investors and the nausea of waiting for reviews for Marvel,” she laughed. “Seriously though, I’m gonna be doing 8 shows a week for months. You’ll see me on stage so many times, you’ll get sick of my voice and the show. You don’t have to be there opening night to support me. Honestly, I’d rather have you there the first night of previews in a couple days so you can see me on stage for the first time anyway. Opening night is only a big deal in that critics can finally review the show. And there’s a party for the cast and producers and investors and all that shit. You moved across the country to support me. That’s all I need.”

She walked back into their bedroom and grabbed his phone, her slippers shuffling lightly against the floor as she went.. She held it out to him. “Call Ryan.” 

“Babe… I just don’t feel right abandoning you on such a big night.” 

She tilted her head to study him. She found that she was not just saying those words because she knew she should not stop him from pursuing an opportunity. She actually meant it. Now that she was back in the swing of things, her anxiety had eased quite a bit. It had only been a few weeks but she had not seen or heard a peep out of Shaun, her promo for the show being reduced to one mention in a Broadway.com article, thankfully. And she knew she would have to handle a few days here and there without him before they got there. It was still early so she was still beyond thankful to have him there, but she could survive a couple days without him if he was needed elsewhere.   

“You aren’t abandoning me. You’re following your dreams, you’re moving your career forward. Ryan picked you, the role is yours. Meeting with the execs and a couple screen tests are the only hurdles you gotta clear. And you shouldn't put that off. Would I love to look out into that crowd and see you opening night, sure. But would I prefer to see you snag a killer role in what is already a highly anticipated project, 100%. I know you’ll be there in spirit.”

“You sure you aren’t gonna secretly hate me?” 

“I could never hate you. Besides, shit like this is gonna happen… we’re both two busy body ass actors. We aren’t always gonna be able to be there physically but I know you’ll be cheering me on as I will for you.” 

His phone still hovered in her hand between them, Charlotte giving him an cocky grin before unlocking it and finding Ryan’s number for him. 

“You sure?” 

“I’m giving you the push you gave me. Call him and tell him he’s got his Killmonger. Hopefully he doesn’t bust your fuckin’ ear drums like Chris did mine.” 

His eyes grew wide. “How’d you do that shit?? I never even said his name.” 

She chuckled as she turned to walk back into their room, her shoulders shrugged. “It was a lucky guess… that you just confirmed,” she smirked at him. “Now…” she sexily allowed her robe to open and slide off her shoulders, the silk fabric pooling to the floor around her feet. “Don’t stay on the phone with him too long.”

He raised an eyebrow suggestively, his thumb hovering over the call button. “I thought you were too tired?” 

She shrugged. “Consider it the last bit of encouragement you need to make that call.” She winked at him before sauntering off to their bed, delighting in the way his eyes followed her perfect ass as she climbed onto their bed. 

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“Well, I think that part could use a bit more emotion from both of us?” Charlotte remarked as she and Malcolm reviewed their notes from earlier in the day. 

The stage was filled with chaos as many in the company practiced off to one side while the staging and lighting folks tried to get everything ready for their last rehearsal before previews started the next evening. Rebecca and Jonathan, the supporting actors in the play, were tucked in a corner just like Malcolm and Charlotte reviewing their lines. 

“For sure. We shouldn’t hold back. They haven’t seen or spoken to each other in years. All that pent up aggression and anger and hurt… it really should feel like something is simmering beneath the surface and then an explosion on stage before the number.” 

Before Charlotte could agree with him and practice a bit more, Chris’s voice grabbed their attention. 

“Heads up, everyone! So don’t hate me. But a lot of the investors can’t make previews tomorrow night but they want a peek before opening night so they asked if they could sit in on rehearsal after the producers’ meeting happening upstairs. Should be wrapping up in about 15 minutes. So we will have a small but mighty,” he emphasized, “Audience today. So everyone should give this their all and we’re gonna do it in our costumes. Go get changed. Sorry for the change of plans.”

Light mumbles and grumbles could be heard through the company as everyone filed back into their dressing rooms. Charlotte and Malcolm merely shared a smirk, the actor whispering to Charlotte, “The investors and producers say jump…” 

“And we say ‘how high?” she grimaced with an eye roll before shutting the door to her dressing room. This was the only part of her job she hated, schmoozing people whose only credentials for being there was the hefty check they wrote. Charlotte’s outfit was quick work, a simple dress, cardigan, and heels so it did not take long for her to change. 

She sang a few chords to herself, warming up her voice, while she waited for the backstage cue to return to the wings of the stage. When the lights flashed, she made her way to the wings, stopping by Malcolm who had his face drawn up in a grimace. She was thankful to find another actor who also hated the politics of it all. She followed his line of sight to the parted curtains, revealing center stage where Chris stood with a group of men in suits. They quickly reminded her of all of the men she met at Shaun's office parties and events, her distaste had not changed. Most of their backs were turned to them until Chris noticed the entire company was assembled and waiting and waved them over. 

“Let the jumping begin,” Malcolm moaned lightly as they all started walking toward the group of powerful and wealthy men. 

“And these are the stars of our show, Charlotte Bennett, Malcolm Roberts, Rebecca Sloan, and Jonathan Rivers,” Chris gestured toward all of them, the group turning around to greet them. 

However, the bright smile that Charlotte put on as she pulled on her dazzling actress persona immediately fell as her eyes locked with one of the men. Her movements halted, her entire body going cold and rigid as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on her. 

Everything around her went silent as if someone had pressed the mute button, she could not even hear her pounding heart in her ears. But she could feel it, beating against her rib cage as it threatened to burst out of her chest. She forgot where she was, who she was, as he offered her a menacing and knowing smirk. 

Instinctively, she took a step back, increasing the distance between them as the rest of the cast continued forward to introduce themselves. Only one person noticed her change in demeanor, her low, shallow breaths that were drowned out by pleasantries and greetings. 

Malcolm touched her shoulder, Charlotte almost jumping out of her skin with shock, finally taking her eyes off of a man she never expected to see here of all places, in her safe space. 

“You good? Look like you saw a ghost,” he chuckled nervously, though his eyes were filled with concern.

Her mouth felt bone dry, the words caught in her throat but she forced them out anyway. 

“No, no. Not a g-ghost. J-just…” she shook her head. “I… um, just need a minute? Tell C-Chris I’m r-running to the b-bathroom. N-not feeling great.” 

She turned and rushed out of the theater, her legs carrying her as fast as they could without breaking into an all out run until she found herself near a concession stand in the deserted lobby.  She needed as much distance as she could between herself and him. She stopped and leaned against the counter, her hand pressed into her chest as she tried to calm herself. She wondered if she would have rather seen an actual ghost. That would have been less terrifying than what awaited her back in that theater, a different monster haunting her from her past. 

Shaun Parker. 

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A/N: So good news… we got some fluff!! Bad news… some niggas we don't like have found their way back. Thanks for reading! *drops this off and runs away*

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[j2lx]

Types of Cuddles (headcanons)

Warnings: none!, just full of soft and fluffy cuddles from our fav jjk characters! (also naoya isn't a misogynistic piece of shit (for Fem!reader) because he learnt from his ways and loves reader <3)

A/n: As promised, here is my fic for this week! Hope you guys enjoy reading!

Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna (Sukuna has his own body in this but isn't in his OG form), Zenin Maki, Okkotsu Yuuta, Inumaki Toge, Suguru Geto (basically high school Geto, before he became all you know), Naoya Zenin x Gender Neutral!reader

Itadori Yuuji

- He loves cuddles so, so much! He's lost lots of people throughout his life and cuddles are like a reassurance to him that you aren't going anywhere soon!

- Clings to you, but not too much that it hurts. He tends to lightly wrap his arms around you but on days when things are too overwhelming, he might cling on a little harder.

- Is both a small spoon and a big spoon! He loves both <3 When he's the big spoon he feels assured that you're there and he loves resting his head on the top of your head. When he's the small spoon he tends to cuddle into your chest. He feels really protected and loved when he's the small spoon 🥺

- Would wake up late on days he's free or weekends just so he can cuddle you in bed more!

- His favourite cuddles are when he cuddles you with a blanket around both of you (since he doesn't want you to get cold) while you guys are watching a movie together, snacking on the treats he bought from the convenience store.

- When sleeping, he likes you cuddling to his chest (he does that to you on nights he's feeling vulnerable) and he wraps one of his arms around you, pulling you even closer to him.

- Would do anything to cuddle with you more, he's really in love with you and wants to be with you as much as possible! Cuddling is just one of the many ways he shows affection!

Fushiguro Megumi

- Ok let's be honest here. He's good at giving affection only once he knows how to do it and how to initiate it (does this make sense?)

- He didn't realise he was so needy for cuddles until well you started cuddling him more and more into your relationship. Now he can't live without your cuddles!

- I headcanon that his body is really warm but his hands are really cold LOL so you always tell him to warm his hands up before cuddling because his hands are literally FREEZING.

- Is both the big and small spoon, but prefers being the small spoon most of the time. He really just loves the feeling of being surrounded by love and being protected by you <3. When he's the big spoon, he makes sure you can feel his love for you too!

- His favourite cuddles are when you guys are reading a book or watching some TV programme together, and you're just sitting in between his legs while he wraps his arms around your waist <3

- When sleeping he normally is the big spoon though! You normally sleep with your back pressed against his chest and his head on top of yours, his hands wrapped around your torso. Your hands tend to hold his too!

- In conclusion, he is absolutely in love with you and your cuddles. Cuddling gives him so much happiness and makes him feel so complete and at peace!

Kugisaki Nobara

- Claims she isn't a cuddle type of girl but her actions are different from what she says 🤔

- She's a small spoon, though she doesn't really like it when you point it out. She really just wants to be wrapped up in your arms and to gain that sense of calm and comfort she can only get when the two of you are cuddling.

- She loves sitting between your legs while playing with your hair, sometimes even styling it (with your permission of course)! She feels that it's a type of intimacy that can't be replaced.

- Has pictures of you sleeping when you fall asleep while cuddling with her on the couch. Don't worry, the pictures are for her eyes only, she wouldn't want anyone else seeing how adorable you look while sleeping <3

- Her favourite cuddles are when the two of you are watching some reality shows or comedy and things like that, sitting side by side with your arm around her waist, and hers on yours! (You guys lean into each other and get so comfy)

- She's still the small spoon while sleeping and she just wants to be in your arms, warm and cozy as she drifts off to dreamland. It helps calm her down and get her ready to go to sleep.

- This girl is so strong and all, but with you she's more vulnerable and wants to be showered with love (please give her more cuddles)

Gojo Satoru

- He will just lie down on you and expect you to hug him because what else are you supposed to do? Stare at him and do nothing? (Yes, yes that is exactly what you should do)

- On a serious note, this man is a big and small spoon, but mostly a small spoon (surprise surprise?)

- He's been through a lot and he really needs the reassurance that you won't leave him just like so many others did, and that you'll be there holding him. Of course, when he's the big spoon, he does his best to make sure you feel as loved as he does when he's cuddled.

- He's really touch starved so he's really clingy, but not in a bad way. It's kind of mutual reassurance, since in his line of work, you never know when he could be gone. Cuddles are his way of saying that he's there and that he'll continue being there for you.

- His favourite cuddles are literally any kind, as long as it's with you. He just loves you so, so much that no matter what type of cuddles he gets from you, he loves it, because he's with you <3

- He's the big spoon when sleeping though! He loves the way his body almost completely covers yours (if you're tiny like me) and it makes him more protective of you. He normally just pulls your head close to his, with your legs entangled under the blanket.

- Please please give him all the affection and love he deserves. He needs so much comfort and cuddles are one way to assure him of your love for him.

Nanami Kento

- He works so hard but he always makes sure he doesn't work overtime so he can go home and cuddle with you sooner!

- All the stress from his job (and Gojo) builds up after a while and he really just needs to de-stress with your cuddles!

- He's a big and small spoon equally to be honest. Most of the time, after he comes home from work, all he wants is to be in your embrace and to feel the warmth of your body against his. After dinner and a shower, when the two of you are cuddling on the bed, he'll be the big spoon and pull you close to him while asking about your day <3

- Most of your free time is spent in his arms, since he cuddles you almost every time of the day he's at home, especially weekends. Of course you do cuddle him when he's having a bad day too!

- His favourite cuddles are those when the both of you are in bed and you're sitting on his lap, his arms around you, as he asks about your day. It's a very intimate thing to him, finding out more about each other's day while cuddling.

- When sleeping, he drapes his arms around you and you place your head near his heart while his head rests gently on top of yours. He loves that you are listening to his heartbeat while he holds you close!

- His way of destressing is cuddling, and you're always there to give him cuddles! He truly loves cuddling because he views it as a very intimate and private thing!

Ryomen Sukuna

- Yes he knows what cuddles are and he definitely didn't have much of an interest in it until he saw the main couple in the movie the two of you two were watching doing it. He thought it was really affectionate and has been cuddling you lots since then!

- He loves cuddles, and initiates it a lot (mainly because you don't cuddle him enough to his liking)

- Big spoon all the way! He loves the way you fit so perfectly into his arms and the way you rest your head into the crook of his neck. He thinks you're so cute when you do that and he often can't help but kiss the top of your head when you do that!

- He always goes on and on about how he is the King of Curses and doesn't need to be cuddled, but when you actually turn into the big spoon (which is very very rarely but it still happens), he leans into your touch immediately and his body immediately relaxes <3

- His favourite cuddles are when the two of you are doing something (basically like watching TV or reading books or something) and you're sitting in his lap while he's hugging you. The way your eyes get lost in whatever you're doing amuses him and he thinks you're really adorable!

- Cuddles when sleeping aren't really that different from normal cuddles. Sukuna insists on being the big spoon and he holds you close to him, no matter which position you sleep in. He strokes your back when you have difficulty falling asleep too!

- In general, he is an absolute sucker for cuddles, whether you're cuddling him or he's cuddling you. He loves the feeling of the two of your bodies being close!

Zenin Maki

- She's used to being strong and all but when it comes to affection, it's like a completely new area to her.

- When you two first cuddled, she felt so at ease that she lowered her guard almost entirely, which she rarely or almost never does. She just felt so at peace and calm that she didn't get the instinct to fight like she normally does.

- Is the small spoon, but does enjoy being the big spoon from time to time. When she's the small spoon, she loves it when she can just talk about her day when your arms are around her. She tends to play with your hands while cuddling too! And when she's the big spoon, she'll play with your arms or rub your tummy!

- Cuddles are the one type of affection that she has gotten used to, and that she loves so, so much. To her, nothing beats a long cuddle session with you after a tiring and stressful day at school!

- Her favourite cuddles are when the two of you are not stressed with any mission or anything about the Jujutsu world, just talking about basically anything while she lies in your arms, or you in hers <3

- When sleeping, she gets a little more protective and this is when she tends to be the big spoon, cradling you to her chest while stroking the back of your head. She does volunteer to be the small spoon on some days though!

- She's always so strong, and cuddles are one of the only way to get her to be herself, free from the worries of the world.

Okkotsu Yuuta

- He absolutely loves cuddles so much! Cuddles are something that motivates him to get whatever he's doing done as soon as possible, since the faster he's done, the sooner he can cuddle with you!

- When he's away on missions, he brings one or two stuffed toys with him to cuddle at night instead of you, but it's never enough. So he cuddles you the moment he gets home from his mission!

- Small spoon, and only becomes the big spoon when you're feeling down (his protective senses come alive when he sees that you had a bad day). He loves nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and he loves it when you do it to him when he's the big spoon!

- Since he's away on missions a lot, he spends most of his time with you cuddling in either of your dorms. He needs cuddles to keep going <3

- His favourite cuddles are when you're just rambling on about basically anything! It could be something that caught your interest earlier that day, or maybe even some facts about something you like! It makes him feel that life is peaceful and normal, and takes away his stress!

- Sleeping cuddles normally consist of your arms around him while he rests his head near your neck and collarbone area. He loves it when you pat his back lightly when he has difficulty falling asleep!

- He wants to spend cuddling time with you letting you know that he loves you a lot and that he's always going to be there for you (in your arms)!

Inumaki Toge

- He can't really verbally reassure you, so he's more of a physical affection kind of person. And cuddles are just his thing!

- He loves giving you cuddles any time of the day! Be it meeting you in the hallway in between your training, or back in his or your dorm after a long day. He just loves wrapping his arms around your body!

- He's more of a big spoon, since he thinks he can't really give affection in any other way, he wants to show you he loves you through his cuddles as much as possible <3 When he's the little spoon, he loves lying down and resting on your chest while playing with your hands that are wrapped around him.

- He loves it when you cuddle him when he's doing something else! For example, he could be preparing dinner for the both of you, and you go up to him and just wrap your arms around his torso! He literally melts! He loves that so much!

- His favourite cuddles are when you play with his hands when his arms are wrapped around you! He loves that you continue being even intimate with him physically while cuddling! He does it to you too, when he's the small spoon.

- Sleep cuddles depend on who is the small spoon of the day. If he's having a rough day, he'll be the small spoon and if you're having a bad day, you'll be the small spoon. You guys normally take turns being the small spoon at night. No matter what, sleep cuddles are basically the big spoon hugging the small spoon's body really close to their chest, both of your faces really close to kissing but not kissing yet!

- Cuddles are definitely one of his favourite and best ways of showing affection and he will never go a day without cuddling you!

Suguru Geto

- Loves cuddles, is great at giving them and will never pass up a chance to cuddle you!

- I headcanon that he has a really really nice and warm body, so it's always nice cuddling with him since it's like hugging a little heater (especially nice for colder, rainy and snowy days). He purposely lowers the temperature when you two use the air conditioner so that you'll cling to his warm body.

- He's the big spoon, but sometimes becomes the small spoon either when he's not having a good day and needs your comfort, or when you tell him to be the small spoon (LOL). When he's the big spoon, expect lots of head kisses and back pats! And when he's the small spoon, please shower him in kisses and affection too!

- Loves it when you just lie down fully on his body after he lies down, one of his arms draped around you as you two talk about your day and about the random things you did.

- His favourite cuddles are when you're on his lap, or in between his legs, and he just rests his head on your shoulder. You two can be doing anything, as long as you're near him, your shoulder will end up as his head rest while he pulls you to his chest <3

- Sleep cuddles are mostly you cuddling into his chest or the crook of his neck while he wraps his hands around your torso! Sometimes you two just wrap your arms around each other and place your heads next to each other really close!

- He is so good at giving cuddles and always makes sure that you feel loved when cuddling! (Please do the same for him he's so precious)

Naoya Zenin

- He loves cuddles, but wasn't really open about it at the start. He didn't really know how to go about being affectionate so he didn't really cuddle you at the start of your relationship, unless you initiated it.

- After a while, he started cuddling you without you needing to initiate it. And he's literally so whipped for your cuddles.

- He loves being the big spoon since he wants to make you feel safe and sound while in his arms. Anything to make you comfortable and happy <3

- He likes kissing the top of your head when you two are cuddling, especially if he knows that you had a rough day and that you probably need affection to make you feel better.

- His favourite cuddles are when you're playing some random song in the background and he's sitting with you on the sofa or the bed and he's just holding you from behind while you two bask in the moment.

- When sleeping, he's the big spoon! He likes any type of cuddles in bed, as long as he gets to hug you. But he especially loves it when you sleep facing him, and he wraps both his arms around you!

- He still doesn't admit that he loves and needs your cuddles, so whenever you see he needs it, please wrap your arms around him immediately!

Hope you enjoyed reading!

© @j2lx, 2022

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[givemea-dam-break]

" Hi! Can I request a Lockwood x reader where the reader gets flu and Lockwood looks after them, just really fluff and cute! Thank you "

a/n: for the amazing @nessa-stark, i hope you enjoy! this turned out much shorter than i would've liked, but i think it's still quite cute lol

warnings: mild language gn reader

"When I die, I want chrysanthemums on my coffin. Oh, some lavender, too, for obvious reasons. And maybe cremate me instead of burying me. I'd hate to come back as a Visitor."

"You're not going to die. You've got the flu."

Your body says otherwise. Currently, you're covered in a layer of sweat despite feeling perpetually cold, everything - and you mean everything - aches as if you've been on a very long workout without stretching, and the cough you've had? There's no other way to describe it than it feeling like it shreds your throat every time you cough.

But Lockwood is insistent. It's just the flu and it won't kill you.

"Stay still," he grumbles, bending down to tuck your bedsheets under the mattress and essentially holding you hostage in your own bed.

"I don't like staying still."

"You're telling me."

Through slightly clouded vision, you glare at him, but it's not entirely heartfelt. You appreciate him being here and taking care of you. Really, he'd been going to take a case with Lucy and George while you stayed home and rested, but then you 'took a turn for the worse' and he decided to stay to look after you. Despite feeling like a child when he has to give you medicine or when he's practically spoon-feeding you microwaved soup, it's sort of nice.

It will not prevent your untimely death, however.

"I want you to speak at my funeral," you say, burrowing deep into your pillow. "Say something nice about me, won't you? No mention of that time I punched you after -"

"I think that story holds very true to your character." Lockwood gently brushes hair away from your sweat-soaked forehead, smiling softly. "You punched me because I was being an 'arrogant twat whose head didn't operate right' if I remember correctly. And, besides, you're not going to die. You'll be back to your lovely self in no time."

"You think I'm lovely?"

"Only sometimes. When your mouth is shut."

"Lockwood, you dick!"

You move to lightly slap his arm, but your arms are trapped beneath your duvet. Once more, you glare at him. This is sabotage.

"Such as right now," he says. "You should be resting which means no talking and certainly no assaulting your doctor."

"I'll have you know that talking is one of my favourite pastimes. You've no right to make me stop. As for 'assaulting my doctor', I'm about as close to being related to royalty as you are being a healthcare provider."

One of his eyebrows quirks up, and he picks up a bottle of medicine, watching triumphantly as you cringe at the sight of it.

"Fine. I'll be quiet."

So far, Anthony Lockwood has held you hostage, insulted you, and blackmailed you with the most disgusting substance known to man. His crimes are only increasing by the minute.

"Will you at least lie down with me?" you ask. Your voice is quieter this time, almost shy, despite having nothing to be shy about. The two of you have been together for a few months now. "I can sleep better then."

Lockwood smiles and nods, gesturing for you to shift over. When you do, he lies down beside you on top of the covers, and you curl into his side, resting your head on his chest.

Even though you're ill, it's nice just lying like this, listening to his slow, rhythmic heartbeat and the sound of his quiet breathing. His breaths ruffle your hair a little, which feels funny, but his fingers smooth it down as he gently plays with it. It's getting harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

"Do you think Lucy and George are alright?" you murmur.

"Of course they are. Don't worry."

You hum in response, too wrapped up in Lockwood's warmth and the comfort of his arms to really form any more words.

"Do you need anything?" Lockwood asks, his voice soft and quiet. "More water? Soup?"

"You to be a quiet pillow," you joke. "No, Lockwood, I'm fine. Thank you."

"I thought you were dying?"

"I am. Just more peacefully now. My deathbed has become increasingly more comfortable for some odd reason."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Mm-hmm. Now, be quiet."

Slowly, you drift off into a nice sleep, coaxed on by a soft kiss on your forehead, latching onto Lockwood and, when you wake up, he's still there, sleeping, too.

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[toomuchracket]

d word girlie def bawled her eyes out today

poor darling, sat alone on the sofa at home watching the stream just cradling the bump and chatting in the groupchat. but thats actually quite cute, because when the band aren't playing they can check their phones onstage and give matty little updates and bumpdates through his in-ears, so you're with him even though you're not physically there. and i think in his little speech before sex he def mentions you - after the thing about the crew becoming a family, he says "and part of that is literal, you know. i fell in love during this tour, and i'm going home to be with her and wait for our baby to arrive in a couple of months - yeah, everyone cheer! my girl isn't here tonight, physically, but i know she's watching. none of us would be here if not for her and her hard work, actually, so let's give her another round of applause. she'll be cringing, but she deserves the appreciation. love you, babe!" lol. that makes you cry, tim singing makes you cry, the setlist makes you cry... and don't even MENTION peanut lmao. you facetime matty after the show, and as soon as he sees how red and puffy your eyes are he just crumples like "oh, my darling, i'm so sorry. wish i could hug you - i'll be at the airport in an hour, yeah? straight home to you and the baba", and you're like "thank fucking god. wanna cuddle and tell you how proud of you i am. you were amazing as always, even when you were totally devastating me"; he giggles and says "all for you, everything i do", and laughs even harder when you're like "okay lana". but yeah, it's an emotional day - matty making it home in only a few hours and just immediately getting into bed to spoon you is definitely needed lol <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty #literal d word

[yandere-sins]

I just saw the post about Step-Yandere and, uh, where can I get one? My family is very absent and has bad communication problems, it would be nice to have someone who cares, even if he is a yandere lol

We all need some comfort here. Sorry to hear about your situation, hang in there and take care anon ):

I’ll try to get you some affection ♥

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"Mom said dinner is ready."

A voice as honeyed as jarringly annoying rang out from across the room, your new step-sibling leaning in the doorway, arms crossed and smiling like he always did. His eyes roamed over you even though you were watching as he did it, always so satisfied with what he was seeing. It was disgusting. You liked yourself enough to not need his sick compliments or the way he approved your looks with his hungry, devouring eyes. But even layering up, wearing a pullover over a sweater over a shirt, would not stop him from staring. Interacting with him was far beyond uncomfortable at this point.

Hadn't it been going on for so long, it might have driven you to scream and lash out at him the moment he stepped into your sight, but you didn't. You wouldn't get scolded for raising your voice again while he was the golden child that could do no wrong. There was satisfaction for him in the fact that no one believed you when you told him what a creep, stalker, and pervert he was.

Pulling up the blanket over yourself, you buried into your bed further, away from his burning desire to gobble you up with his eyes. "I'm good," you mumbled, feeling only a little hungry. Not enough yet to justify going downstairs with him and eat at the same table while he watched you spoon mashed potatoes into your mouth with something akin to longing reflecting in his eyes. You'd just sneak some leftovers later, like so often these days.

"Are you okay?" he suddenly asked, and your eyes snapped to the side, glaring at him. As if he didn't know he was the reason for all of your discomfort and sucky mood. "Just asking," he defended himself, raising his hands in the air to show his innocence. "You didn't come out of your room all day. I'm just worried about you."

"I'm okay," you grated out, gripping the sides of your book a bit harder.

"It's a good read then, yeah?" Without worry, he stepped inside your room, strolling over before plopping down at your side, peering at you over the book cover. He didn't even hide the fact that the book didn't concern him. Only you. Always you.

You stared right back at him, challenging him and hoping it would cause him to be uncomfortable, but it didn't. He never had enough of your attention on him. Once again, you lost the staring match, wondering why he could keep his eyes open for so long without blinking.

Once he was sure of his victory, he finally looked away to occupy himself with drawing his finger over your arm, unbothered by the fabric separating him and you in multiple layers, content with just touching you. "It's just... I don't like it when they scold you because of me. I'm sure your parents didn't mean what they said this morning, you know... the whole shebang about being a good child and not bother them all the time. You're not bothersome. They just don't know how to show how they feel. They worry about you, I think."

Sighing inwardly, the last thing you needed at that moment was a revision of the happenings of the day. The reason why you were stuck inside your room with your books and phone was as simple as it was frustrating. You just tried to voice your opinion! Talk to your parents when they had wanted you to speak your mind. Even you had noticed how much you changed ever since your new 'stepbrother' moved in with you, but you didn't blame yourself for those changes. But with parents like yours—who were absent from home all the time and bad at communicating when they finally forced a sit-down with all of you—it was no wonder the situation escalated again as they got upset about you having a different opinion than them. You hated your new brother, but they loved him.

It was absolutely sickening.

Pulling your arm away, his eyes widened. His expression turned sulky as you rolled over onto your side, tugging at the blanket until you were cocooned inside it. "I worry about them too," you hissed. "Wonder what you did to them to make them into a bunch of idiots."

He huffed, but amusement was swinging in his voice as he replied, "I did nothing a good child wouldn't have done."

Away from his invasive gaze, you rolled your eyes, his usual, weird excuse having long lost its stun and wonder for you. You knew it was just a farce, a mask he was wearing to hide what he was really after. You. You, you, YOU. As crazy as he made you, he was just as crazy about you.

"Whatever," you grumbled, pulling the book in front of your face again and searching for the sentence you left off. Even if it wasn't easy to get him off your case, you hoped he'd get the hint that the conversation was over and he should leave. His presence didn't lift your mood and didn't solve the problems he was causing in your family. Simply said, he wasn't welcome, and he'd never be.

But instead, you registered his weight leaning over you, hand on your shoulder as he pressed himself close against your body, head lingering above your ear. "Then... would you like me to kill them?"

You stiffened. A cold shudder ran down your spine as you felt his breath against the sensitive skin of your earlobe. With your eyes wide open, you stared straight ahead into your book, but your eyes couldn't concentrate on the words printed on the pages. That was a joke, right? The smile on his face was clearly audible in his voice, though the whole sentence felt like one secret breath that disappeared into thin air the moment it was uttered.

It had been just a whisper, and yet, there had been more emotions in those seven words than in any 'I love you' and 'I am so happy to be next to you' he had said to you before. As if the thought of acting out this idea excited him more than even you did. The order you could give him thrilled him more than your waning attention every day. There was urgency to his request, his fingers wrapping around your arm in a painful clasp, fingernails digging beyond the layers of fabric between you to urge you on; to let you feel how much he wanted this. Wanted to do this for you.

Finally, you jerked, reacting to him. Sitting up, you stared into his deep, dark eyes, trying to find any sort of jest or fun in them when there was nothing. Nothing but your reflection. The corners of his mouth widened, spreading his lips until teeth dragged out from under them, an expression so grotesque as it was serious, not a hint of sanity in it.

"... No," you breathed after letting way too many seconds pass by. Composure pulled him together, softened his smile, brightened his eyes, his expression turning back to a human one. Long fingers on big, warm hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you towards him as he kissed the space above your nose tenderly. You let him. Shock and fear had taken over the control of your body, tightened your throat so as to not scream, not alert anyone. Alert him. The monster inside him.

Even if your 'brother' had been irrational before, he had become a much worse mysterium now. He pulled away slightly, placed his forehead against yours, and moved his head side to side affectionately. "I won't let them hurt you. No one can stand between us, my Darling. Just say the word, my dear Love. I will always, always be with you, and I'll do anything to keep it this way."

The sound of your mom calling from the bottom of the stairs for you two to come to dinner made you flinch. You had been completely taken by the enemy, the murmurs of his voice licking at your skin, his fingers lightly tracing down your jawline while his thumbs brushed over your cheeks. The sparkle in his eyes as he addressed you, above the endless emptiness that seemed to be bottomless. All of it had captured you in its hold until he chuckled, taking a deep breath as his lips preyed upon yours, barely touching and yet, close enough to send shivers down your spine.

And then, he was gone. You gasped loudly as he left, his whole presence having never been so invasive before, and you felt bare and vulnerable now that he left your side. "Think about it," he chirped merrily, waving as he headed straight out of the room, leaving only you and a lot of unwelcome feelings behind. The dirtiness of his touch mixed with the threat of his offer. The brutal, straightforward confessions strangled the feeling of the tender kiss still lingering between your eyebrows. And all together, it was a cacophony of disaster ringing between your ears, your mind unable to keep up with what all just happened.

But you knew. You knew that just because of him—the bastard who made himself a home in the room next to yours, settled down in your family to be closer to you, and threatened the peace and comfort you had come to know—just because of him...

Your life would never be the same.

#yandere sibling #yandere!sibling #yandere step-sibling #yandere!step-sibling #Step-Yandere #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[grimalkinmessor]

Mikalight for the ask game! :D

Hi Moon :D

AYYYY MIKALIGHT 👓🖋️🍷

when i started shipping it: Before I'd even finished my Death Note rewatch honestly—I only binge a max of six episodes a day so I didn't even remember what Mikami looked like when I started reading fics that mentioned him. Deadass I thought he had a moustache, I was so convinced in my old memories before I saw him on screen again 😭 BUT YES I read TrashKing's Composure before I finished the series again and found their dynamic there intriguing :3

my thoughts: They just bring a sort of Riza & Roy, Barty & Tom, Crim & Alessio, Aro & Jane vibe to the table that I really enjoy ✨ The Mastermind™ and their feral attack dog—Light says "Bark" and Mikami goes "At what tone, pitch, and volume; poodle or rottweiler?" and that's just SO much to play with >:3 IT'S ABOUT THE SERVITUDE 🤌🤌 THE IMAGE OF LIGHT SITTING CLEAN AND ARROGANT IN HIS THRONE AND MIKAMI STANDING PROUD BESIDE HIM COVERED IN BLOOD 😩🙏 Mikami is Light's favorite little pet and Light is Mikami's everything.

what makes me happy about them: They are soooo unwell your honor 💕 Two freak ass nerds both thinking they're more righteous than they are. Mikami could probably snap Light in half over his knee (dude is JACKED) but he won't 🥰 They're what I need when I want Light pampered and spoiled and getting everything he wants.

what makes me sad about them: THEIR DEATHS. DEAR GOD CANON DID THEM SO DIRTY, MIKAMI ESPECIALLY 😭😭 There is no dignity in death INDEED

things done in fanfic that annoy me: Honestly? (Don't hate me for this one Moon (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•)) I don't like how often L is brought up or mentioned in Mikalight fics. Like Mikami is L's replacement in Light's heart, like he sees L in Mikami—they're literally nothing alike 😭 They both have black hair but if that's the only thing you need to be L's replacement then Matsuda would make the cut. Besides; if I open a Mikalight fic, I want the focus to be on Mikami and Light :') If I wanted Lawlight I'd have gone to the Lawlight tag instead, you know?

things i look for in fic: Mikami being obsessed and Light viscerally enjoying his obsession. That's it :3 I want Mikami to be the devoted pursuer and Light to be the deity deigning to touch him out of amusement and curiosity. I like Light in control and Mikami being super horny about it ✨

who I'd be comfortable with the ending up with: For Light, I like him with pretty much everyone lol (have that man running from his harem 24/7), though L and Ryuk are definitely at the top of the list ;3 For Mikami.... it's harder, because I only like him with other people in situations where Light isn't a factor at all, such as they've never met or Light just doesn't exist. Save for maybe Near, because I think captor/captive is always a fun trope 💫 But with Light there (and specifically in Kira Wins AUs) I tend to like him with either Matsuda or Misa, because I can see both of those relationships turning antagonistic >:3 Mikalight is pretty much the only DN ship I have that doesn't have SOME form of chafe to it, so anything else would need to be made interesting for me to ship it.

my happily ever after for them: Kira wins, Mikami uses his eyes and tenacity to become Light's right hand man, and then they spend the rest of time being righteously evil with Light directing and Mikami wielding the scythe—which he is then reward for by Light allowing him to use his mouth and hands and sometimes cock to make his Kami-sama feel good 😌💖

who is big spoon/little spoon: TOUGH QUESTION. Because if it's in a No Death Note AU and they were both,,,normaler, I'd say Mikami. But in any other circumstance I'd say Light, if only because Mikami kneeling between his legs while Light works is practically the same thing as being the little spoon when you think about it :3

what is their favorite nonsexual activity: Not to get super soft all of a sudden, but probably talking. Mikami is canonically very intelligent as well, even if I think his smarts come more from diligent study than any born-in ability like Light's—they've probably read a lot of the same books and I imagine them sitting in comfortable quiet reading together and occasionally looking up to speak their thoughts about the book aloud, which leads them into calm but intriguing discussions. When they're not being murderous psychos, I think they're both actually quite calm and content people, so things like going for a morning run, drinking coffee together, and reading in the same room are definitely their favorite moments otherwise 💗

#asks #ask game #asmallmoon333 #death note #mikalight #yagami light #mikami teru #hehehe thank you moon 😘

[hillsofuhhtennessee]

Velvet von Ragnar whump HCs going both ways because they’re cute in both roles.

Caregiver:

-Velvet can be an uncaring asshole who’ll sell you to satan for a corn chip, but if you’re useful and valuable to them they also definitely enjoy “playing mommy” to sick underlings

-You WILL be cuddled, kissed, stroked, and held close until you fall asleep on their lap.  Velvet is incredibly physically affectionate and will provide literally any kind of massage or touch desired.  

-probably the type to incessantly offer you food and make sure you eat

-If on the go, there’s a high chance of being wrapped in one of their huge coats 

-it’s probably harder to get them to leave you alone vs baby you because their parental instincts are shockingly strong if you manage to trigger them.  It can get downright obnoxious if you just want to be left alone but they’re humming and holding you and trying to get you to have another popsicle.  

-while generally very busy, in the off chance they do have free time they’re easily entertained and will curl up with you to watch TV or something

-has no actual medical training but honestly can be nice to have around if you have a cold or other minor ailment since they’re well-versed in home remedy/low tech things for that.  They’re also completely unfazed by gross things and bodily fluids LOL

-high likelihood of being wrapped up in one of their big coats or fluffy robes, especially if you’re smaller.  I like to think they value soft/smooth textures in fabric for linings and more casual clothes and a lot of their stuff is very heavy and cozy and be wrapped in.  Velvet is also probably fond of cute robes and jammies for lounging around in general which brings us to…

Whumpee

-Velvet is probably pretty durable if we extrapolate from Gene but does enough stupid crap that they inevitably will get hurt/sick.  They try so hard to hide real weakness or pain but if they’re really wiped it’s hard to hide it.  Probably leans on the side of “I’ll deal with it myself/it’ll resolve itself” vs getting medical help for most things unless it really goes south or is something acute like falling off a dam.  I think part of them does secretly enjoy being coddled if they feel safe enough around someone, though.  

-The main signs that something is wrong that they can’t hide are lethargy, avoiding touch, poor appetite, poor color, or looking thin/worn.  Velvet is naturally excitable, wiggly, and tactile, and is very warm-looking and full-bodied physically when in at least decent health.  When one of those is gone something is definitely wrong.  

-Physically injured, they can be a total ass to deal with.  Hyper without an outlet to burn it off, agitated that they can’t do things, incessantly flirting with literally any nurse (or antagonizing them), and often pissed at who/whatever hurt them (or whatever dumb thing they did)

-If genuinely exhausted or incapacitated though… that’s when they can be surprisingly calm and gentle.  When that tired, they’re more mentally stable, very comfort-seeking, and too wiped to lash out.  They’ll often be mostly nonverbal and just gesture and nod, especially if their throat hurts.  

-physical touch can calm and coax Velvet into doing a lot of things.  It’s comforting for a lot of milder ailments and a bribing them with a head scratch or cuddle will convince them to take their meds or eat.  Tummy rubs are also a secret cheat code for getting an angry/anxious/otherwise emotional Velvet to calm down because their moods and belly are SO closely linked and affect each other.

-If you become known as a free back/foot/etc rub dispenser in their mind they’ll start getting demanding FAST though

-In rarer cases where they really don’t want to be touched they’ll still seek pillows and blankets to curl up with.  

-They still hate feeling vulnerable.  They tend to treat caretakers more like teddy bears and want them to be the little spoon or sit on their lap still.  They’re pretty shameless about bodily fluids and being gross as long as it isn’t something humiliating or too much of a sign of weakness. 

-they love being bathed by others, but again, will usually end up trying to flirt with them unless REALLY tired.  Then they’ll just silently enjoy the tactile stimulation and lean into it

-Can be tough to coax into eating if they don’t want to, but once they get at least a nibble in of something they’ll definitely eat more than enough and aren’t picky at all with food.

-they have a lot of cute jammies and robes to lounge around in.  

-They get scruffy and scuzzy really fast when they don’t have the oomph to clean up every day and hate it.  If someone is willing to do it for them, they’ll probably cry.  

#honestly i probably undersell them as a caregiver #mostly just because i’m too into them as whumpee LOL #as yes my oldest thing: big intimidating characters being poor little meow meows in pain #idc if velvet isn’t pathetic enough they’re a meow meow the way people overly cutesify bit cats #“aw lookit the toofies and beans i wanna rub the tummy” towards a lion

[adoremp3]

BIG YES to the no string birthday special! Please feed us queen

your wish is my command (and no judging, it was a very rough scene i wrote randomly one day lol) (and i included two paragraphs i started to set the scene but ignored bc i just wanted to get to the good stuff but......it gives you bg info kinda)

Deciding what to buy Harry for his birthday was an absolute nightmare. I mean, what does someone buy for someone that says “hey, we’re just friends, even though I’ve seen you naked countless times and heard you moan in a way that’s magic to my ears”? There isn’t exactly a card for that either.

...

Two glasses of wine in, though, my less than sober thoughts decide to spice things up a little. Harry is in the middle of explaining a project he’s working on for the company in Bath when I decide to rest my hand on his thigh—completely innocent, of course. 

...

“Harry, are you okay?” Gemma eventually asks, thankfully not noticing the way Harry is practically biting his fist and tightly grips his spoon.

“I’m—oh, thank God,” he tries to say, but it’s in this moment that I decide to tuck him back into his trousers; Gemma’s already begun to notice something is up with him, so I don’t want to push it too far. “I think I’m just—something isn’t sitting right. I need to… Sorry, excuse me.” He pushes his chair back, skillfully holding his napkin over his crotch in a way that still looks placed and a way to prevent his clothes from getting dirty but in actual fact is a way to hide his erection. 

Gemma looks at me curiously, though I’m trying my absolute hardest not to grin at the thought of Harry rushing to wank one off in a public bathroom. “I had the same as him and feel fine… Should I be worried?”

Unless Michal starts finger banging her under the table, Gemma will absolutely be fine. Instead, I stand up from the table as well and say, “I’m just gonna go check on him. Can’t have him feeling ill on his birthday, can we?”

She doesn’t look entirely convinced, but I still excuse myself and rush off to the toilets. I brace myself as I push open the male toilets in fear of finding a group of men wondering what the fuck is happening, but instead am greeted by the sounds of jagged breaths coming from one of the stalls. Definitely worrisome had someone other than myself walked in.

“Harry?” I call out, trying to work out which stall he’s in. 

“Oh, God. It’s you,” I hear, then one of the doors unlocks and Harry tries to pull me in.

It’s a tight fit in the stall, so I’m really not sure what Harry thinks this will achieve. “I don’t think this is made for two people.” 

“Well, maybe you should have scoped out the loo situation before you decided to wank me off under the table,” he exasperates, then grabs himself in one hand. “Now, care to finish what you started? Otherwise I’ll do it myself.”

“Someone’s a little bossy,” I tease, but grab his length nonetheless. “And what’s your plan of action when we eventually return after a long term of absence?”

“Again, something you should’ve thought about before deciding to get us into this mess.” Harry sounds bitter, but I just bite down on my lip to prevent a chuckle from escaping; I’m very amused by it all. “Speaking of, what was your plan if things, uh, got messy under the table?”

I shrug, slowly beginning to pump him. “Used your napkin?”

“Hospitality staff really should get paid more.” Harry’s breath hitches towards the end of his sentence as I pick up my pace and grip a little harder, while his free arm slides around my body and uses my ass as something to squeeze. “You know, when I wished for birthday sex, this really isn’t how I pictured it.”

“Who’s to say I still don’t have big plans for you later? Maybe this was all just a warm up.”

“I don’t think I can handle as many orgasms in one night as you can, Mabel,” he says, breathing heavily as his eyes flutter shut. “Okay, I’m getting close now. Please don’t stop.”

As Harry’s hips thrust into my hand, I pick up the pace even more. “Didn’t plan on it.”

Harry has pre-come leaking from his red, swollen tip and I know his end is near, but even more so as his free hand reaches across and starts to knead my breast. I know this is all about Harry, but there’s already a wet patch in my knickers and this certainly doesn’t help one bit—maybe I will have to remind Harry about those multiple orgasms again later tonight. 

“Oh, fuck,” he curses, eyes squeezed shut as he throws his head back against the wall. “I’m so close, Mabel. Don’t stop, don’t—”

We both pause as the door to the male toilets flies open, in walking two men discussing how sticky their meals were and how their napkins just aren’t cutting it. Fuck, we’re about to get caught. However, as long as they stay near the sinks and avoid the stalls, we should be good.

I let go of Harry’s cock in a panic, but Harry grabs my hand immediately. “Keep going,” he urges quietly so only I can hear him. “Ignore them, let me come, and then we can head home so I can fuck the daylights out of you.”

“And what did you say just before about multiple orgasms?” I tease in a hushed tone.

“Oh, shush.” Harry brushes me off. “Usually have a pre-date wank before we meet up, anyway—you know, so I can last longer and all that—but didn’t get a chance today. Guess it’s happening now, though.”

There’s something about the way Harry refers to us catching up as a date that sticks out to me, but I brush that thought away until a more appropriate time to let it consume me—it is already consuming me as I think about the idea of what an actual date with Harry would entail, but again, I try and push it to the back of my mind and focus on the situation before me.

We’re both surprised as one of the men makes their way into a stall one space from ours, praying he doesn’t sense there’s two people hiding inside. Harry, however, takes my hand in his and wraps my palm around his cock; he pumps himself at first, guiding me into a comfortable rhythm, before eventually letting go and squeezing his eyes shut as pleasure begins to override him. 

I can sense he’s about to tell me he’s close, but I know this much is obvious with the way he’s impossibly hard under my touch and gripping at the skin on my hip. The man finishes up in the stall and heads back to the mirrored area to wash his hands, but he’s barely out the door as Harry finally reaches his peak; he throws his head back, knocking it against the wall, and comes in ropes half in my hand and half in the toilet. 

“And those men thought they had sticky hands,” I comment, gesturing my head towards my come laced hand. 

Harry lets out a sigh of relief that it’s all over.

#fic: ns #is that how i tag these things i forget its been so long omg #harry styles fic #harry styles x oc #harry styles writing #eh it just popped up might as well tag it #anyway!!!!! here u go besties a lil surprise

[bakerstreethound]

I can't get 🍓 sherlock out of my head lol. How do you think he'd feel about being the little spoon whilst cuddling?

Great question Ali! Apologies for taking so long to respond to this 🙈 I'm so glad you adore the berry boy as much as I do hehe.

Usually he likes being the big spoon because it reaasures him and gives him comfort knowing you're safe and secure in his arms. However when he is gone on a long stretch of a cases you worry pacing the flat wondering where the heck he is.

Then the door opens and he tumbles in all bleary-eyed and you immediately guide him to the bedroom, setting him gently on the bed where he clings to one of the many new pillows you'd bought recently.

"M' fine not tired....cases....cases solved"

"Yes yes you solved so many..." you gaze at him fondly chuckling to yourself as you lay in bed next to him, carefully wrapping around him afraid he would flinch at the touch.

Instead, he leans into you, accepting your embrace, clinging harder and turning to where he buries his face in your neck, whimpering as you stroke his back, soothing his aching muscles.

Safe to say the longer you're with him, the more he will start to unconsciously want to be little spooned by you because you're his rock and are the person he needs to cling to after a taxing day.

He still is the big spoon though at times but he can't deny that he loves being the one held from time to time, because let's face it the man is touch starved and deserves all the love and comfort.

#starks-hero #🍓 ask #🍓sherlock #🍓 sherlock thoughts #strawberry!sherlock #strawberry sherlock #mail 💌 #answered #my alleyway