#and he speaks in grumbles and unintelligible sounds in the morning

[sandinthemachine]

You know what be cute cuddling with horangi with a deep voice more rumbly just waking up and he give the best hugs.

Sure he might let you go of you give a few kisses and cute bumping of the nose. He needs you to giggle first and he lets you go.

And okay you being stubborn and don't want to sleep okay carry you bridal style. Or maybe carry like those mama cats carry they kitten cause you're being to wiggley

The thought of someone being carried by the neck like a kitten is so funny to me ngl, that's a König thing to do for sure. But this is so sweet aww

Alright, ya got me. Have a little good-morning fluff drabble. On the house

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A sudden shiver pulls your body from sleep, bleary eyes taking in the deep blue-grey of the room, soft and fuzzy. Just dark enough that all of the sharp edges and corners blur, making the entire room feel wispy and ethereal. Comfy.

A cool breeze tickles over your exposed shoulders, sending another shudder reverberating through your ribcage.

Ah, that'll do it.

You had never bothered to shut your window last night. It had been...a bit too hot for that.

You smile at the thought, slowly sliding a leg out from under the sheets into the frigid air.

A warm arm tightens around your torso.

How does he always know?

You let yourself fall again, pulled back against a pillowy chest. You wiggle, shifting your hips, and another arm slides around your waist, holding you still. The delicate outline of a nose and lips press into your neck, soft breaths tickling over the sensitive skin.

"Horangi."

He only grunts, gravelly and deep, shoving his face even further into you.

"I need to close the window."

"I'll keep you warm."

You giggle at the slurred voice, heavy and resonant. It always is when he first wakes. With a sigh you shift again, curling your fingers around one of his arms. Tracing the lines of ink you know by heart.

He shivers.

And with you so tight against him, it sets you shivering too.

"Will you let me shut the window now?"

A sound, gritty and rough, rumbles his throat. Halfway between a groan and a sigh. His head tilts, nose and lips skating over your skin.

His tongue darts out just as fingers slide up your side, and you squeal, writhing against him.

A laugh shakes his body, rumbling thunder crackling and rolling, his chest heaving against you before he lets you go.

As you roll, a hand catches the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair, guiding you back, and his lips are on you, warm and wet and too soft. His fingers are tight in your hair, but the knuckles of the other hand stroke your cheek, gentle and smooth.

You sigh, head falling back into his hand, feeling his smile against yours.

And then he's pulling away, tucking the blanket over his whole body as he flops belly first into the mattress. "Better close the window, then. And get right back here."

You grin at that, skipping across the room to slide the pane closed, pausing to watch the rivulets of water run down the cool glass. They merge into each other, streaking across the canvas, stray paintbrushes full of blues and greens and greys, shining first this color and then that as the low light catches them.

Hands wrap around your hips, tugging you back, and you squeak.

'Wha-hey!"

His hands rise, flinging you up and catching you, arms tight under your legs and shoulders. "You took too long."

"It was five seconds!" You throw your head back, laughing as he lays you on the bed. "I'm sure you can wait that-"

Your retort is cut off with an oof as he drops his entire weight onto you. "Too long."

You giggle, wiggling an arm free to brush his hair off his forehead. "Whatever you say, tiger."

He rumbles happily, burying his face into your chest. And within seconds, he's asleep again.

#wrote this in a biochem lecture #thinking about a very different kind of biochem #whoops #horangi #horangi x reader #still not really sure about his characterization tbh #so I'll just be learning as I go #also horangi has a cool tattoo sleeve because tattoos are hot #and he speaks in grumbles and unintelligible sounds in the morning #anon replies

[rottingpirate]

Can i request Ghost Soap König with a tall male reader who super sweet to everyone and he also like to bake something like pie and he always bring everyone some when he bake something?

Honey Lavender || Soap, Ghost, König x M!reader

Warnings: none just fluffy baking moments, I know nothing about baking

A/N: I got kinda confused and wrote it slightly (very) differently, hope it doesn't bother you too much 😭. I can rewrite it if you like.

Ghost

As Ghost sits at the dining table and observes your fluid motions and skill, moonlight filters into the kitchen. He wasn't really watching the cooking, to be honest. Simply put, he was watching you.

He keeps watching. When he notices that you are also gazing at him, he flushes slightly, and you give him a modest smile in return.

The smile woke him up instantly. He noticed that you were more aware of your surroundings while frosting something. A piece of cake.

"What are you doing?" The man finally asked. Suddenly, he realized how tired he sounded.

"First off, you sound like a corpse. Secondly," although you didn't put down the icing spatula, you temporarily stopped icing the cake, and turned around to face Ghost. "You can't be that ignorant. You watched me bake it for, I don't know. half an hour? Why are you still awake? It's past midnight."

He raises his hands in defense and leans slightly back in his chair.

"What, it's already past midnight? But the same could be said for you." He decides to disregard your observation that he sounds like a corpse.

You grumble and turn back to your cake and continue to frost it.

"What's the point of baking so late anyway?" He rests his arms and asks questions. Since no one is up, it must have been close to two in the morning.

You appear to stiffen up and take a moment to pause before inhaling something unintelligible.

"what?"

“Birthday.”

He would have missed your slightly audible words had he not made an effort to actually hear you.

"Birthday of who? Soap's? Gaz’s?” He has no idea and closes his eyes. He was aware that he had misplaced something.

"You are so stubborn." You speak suddenly with a strain in your voice. You turn around once more and point to the wall-mounted clock. It's past midnight, which means a new day has begun.

“Okay.” Ghost droops his head. "And?”

What did you mean by that?

You gasp, appearing surprised. Turning your back. "Today is...Your birthday is today. As a result, I was…" You continue.

"You were making me a cake?"

You give a tentative nod, your shoulders still tight.

"You know I'm not a fan of candy, right?"

With what can only be described as a death glare in your eyes, you turn to face him. After a split second, the expression is hard to read, and the glare softens.

Ghost has a sudden bad feeling. Very bad. "I didn't say I wasn't going to eat it, I love what you cook," he adds in.

"Sure did sound like you were hinting at it." The frosting on the cake is completed just in time.

You takes a knife, a fork, and a small plate out of the cabinet. “If you are going to eat it, then.” After slicing it into even pieces, you bring the cake and fork to him.

As he watches you take a seat next to him, Ghost takes the cake with barely a heartbeat of hesitation.

Then takes a bite. It suddenly seems like a whole cake vanished into thin air.

Ghost places the now empty plate in front of you. He joins his fingers with yours, gathering a sliver of courage. "I'm grateful". He mutters almost inaudibly while blushing a little. "Thank you."

Soap

"And finally, we must add three cups of powdered sugar." As he combines the icing, you say.

You are approximately thirty minutes into the cookie-making process, and so far everything appears to be going well. The cookies are currently cooking beautifully in the oven, which has a pleasant temperature.

"Okay, tell me, love, how is it?" He questions as you turn around and consider while peering into the bowl. You furrowed your brows slightly.

"Is it wrong?"

"Hmm, I think it needs just a little bit more sugar,"

Taking a pinch of the powdered sugar between your fingers and flicking the powder in his face, you say, "Like that," Bright red had now settled on his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise. You exclaim with pride as you laugh.

When you start innocently rolling out more dough to be cut, you notice powder particles flying and hear air blowing behind you. When you turn around, you see Soap with a shit eating grin and a white covering his hands. "Are you itchin' for a fight, MacTavish?" you tsk.

“Perhaps. However, you Y/N were the first to act." He says it way too politely.

"Then this equates to war." You say it with a subtle grin. When you do this, you put one on your lover's face as well.

"I suppose so."

You set off with those three words. It started out as nothing more than a bowl of white powder before water was eventually added to the mix. Squeals and giggles fill the air, and at one point, a metal bowl clangs against the floor. Because of the commotion you two are causing, you know that anyone who enters the kitchen might become alarmed. However, this battle was too much fun to worry about anything else.

You coughed a little when another cloud of flour was thrown in your direction. You cough even more as you lean against the counter, causing Soap to move closer to you. He stops talking when you smear a fist full of frosting across his neck and cheek. You laugh out loud, and the look on his face was priceless.

"Oh, wow. Haha."As you make fun of him, you keep laughing.

"You know that was a dirty play."

“All's fair in love and war,” you says, pointing at him as you wipe the frosting from his lips. As you clean the tip of your thumb, you say while batting your lashes.

"Watch out for what you ask for. I've never been one to easily give in." He states as you begin to walk together in a circle, you smile at him. Waiting for the other to make the first move again as they evaluate one another.

"Well, I don't believe that I need to be careful." He has frosting all over his face because of you.

He leaps toward you without speaking, making you scream childishly. He followed closely behind, his fingers covered in frosting, as he ran around the kitchen. "I only want to give you a kiss, so why are you running?" He chuckles.

You both stop on either side after making a few more laps around the table. Trying to trick the other person into going your way, facing each other. You think you've got him with one more jerk of your neck, but he was one step ahead of you.

“Gottcha.” Before you both slip and fall to the ground, he exclaims triumphantly. Both of you laugh as you land on his chest.

"Are you alright?" In the midst of your laughter, you ask.

“Yeah.” He laughs, feeling a little sluggish from the fall.

Since he has you locked in his arms, your entire weight is on him.

"Would a truce work?" As you look down at him, you say. Your hands on either side of his face and your legs straddling his waist

“I guess” He says while smiling and kissing you softly.

König

The perfect baking night was shared with you and König. Given the short amount of time between missions and the flurry of general conversation, it was a pleasant surprise. The goal was simply to have some fun and pass the time rather than creating a grand dish.

That's when you came up with the brilliant idea to bake some cookies and give them to everyone in the base to cheer them up.

You both got to work immediately, laughing, humming, singing, and dancing to the beat of your own songs.

/

The basic cookies turned into every kind of sweet treat and pastry imaginable, as the kitchen counter was watched by two sets of anxious eyes.

König chuckled, "I think we made a little too much."

You hummed back, "Guess we got a little carried away."

You eagerly reached for the first treat as you removed your oven mitt and use your forearm to remove some flour from your face. You cautiously bit into the delicate strawberry tart before your eyes widened. "Oh”

“Good?” Asked your boyfriend, removing his oven mitts and folding his apron for storage. His face lit up as you enthusiastically nodded and devoured the tart.

“Mhmm. Oh, giving away all of these would be a shame." You chuckled. König had to agree, here were a lot of treats here, but they wouldn't be nearly as good in the morning when they weren't still warm from the stove. In addition, even if you consumed a few, the amount would still be sufficient for the entire morning's consumption.

König said lightly, "It wouldn't hurt to eat a few," as he carefully removed a cookie from a tray and marveled at the way it still sparkled with melted butter. His eyes widened at the flavor as he took a bite. Buttery and almost crumbly, it had a salty-sweet flavor. It was absolutely delectable for something that was so easy to prepare.

As you two eagerly dug into nearly every tray and baking sheet there was, König replied, "It is lovely." He was amused. Although his features didn't quite reflect it, he smiled as he watched.

You eventually offered the explanation that you were simply "taste testing" them before offering to others. König gave an explanation for each new treat each time one of you picked it up.

You laughed, reminisced, and smiled as you ate, eventually bringing chairs into the room to relieve your sore legs.

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #könig cod #call of duty modern warfare #cod x male reader #ghost x male reader #soap x male reader #könig x male reader

[peachy-panic]

Contract’s Eve

The night before his contract with Jaime is set to begin, Sebastian reaches out to an unexpected ally for wisdom.

Another short one. Look, I’m getting better at the concept of drabbles! (If you’re looking for context on this one, we meet Ezra here).

WARNINGS: The usual BBU/BBU-adjacent warnings. Alcohol mention. Survivor discussing their personal experience with past trauma. 

Sebastian goes through the better part of a bottle of wine, plays through several videos of soothing ambient sounds, and stares at his ceiling for approximately forever before he finally caves and picks up his phone. 

It rings four full times, and he is about to hang up and follow it with an apologetic text about an accidental misdial when a voice breaks through the other end.

“Hello?” Ezra says.

“Oh. Hi,” he says. “It’s me. Sebastian. Um, Tate. Sorry, it’s…”

“Two in the morning?” Ezra finishes for him. Sebastian flushes guiltily, but there is no anger or accusation in his tone. Overall, there is a practiced neutrality in his voice that makes Sebastian shiver.

“Who is it?” He hears Sam rousing the background, over the rustle of sheets.

“It’s Sebastian,” Ezra says. “Go back to bed.”

“Tate? What does he…?”

“He’s fine. It’s for me. Go to sleep, Sam.”

There is a faint, unintelligible grumble, followed by what sounds like a quick kiss, and then it’s just Ezra again. “Hold on. Let me step outside,” he whispers, then after a minute of silence, “I’m here. What is going on?”

“I’m…” Panicking? Completely out of my depth? Making a huge mistake? “Having trouble sleeping.”

True, if not a bit avoidant.

There is a soft sound that Sebastian thinks might be a chuckle on the other end of the line. “I gathered that,” Ezra says. “I don’t suppose I might have any good guesses about what could be keeping you up.”

“It’s possible the events of tomorrow could be factoring into it,” Sebastian tries for lightness in his voice instead of the absolute free-fall panic he feels in his chest. “Who’s really to say?”

Of course Ezra knows about it. The whole group knows about it, and they haven’t been shy about their opinions. Aria required some convincing, but eventually came around. Sam just watches him with this silent look of judgment that feels somehow more aggressive than actual words. And Julian… Well, if they aren’t currently on speaking terms, it’s not as if they were braiding each other’s hair and sipping rosé together before.

“Is there something specific you’re worried about right now?” Ezra asks. “Something you’re hoping I can ease your mind about?”

Tell me I’m not a terrible person for doing this.

Tell me it’s not selfish to want to bring him here.

Tell me how to do this, please.

“I don’t want to hurt him.” The simple confession deflates him, and there is a long enough silence that follows that Sebastian assumes Ezra might have already reached his limit with his bullshit, so he surges forward. “Just… inadvertently, I’m… I’m so afraid I’m going to do something to hurt him, and I think–” Oh, god “–I think he might actually trust me? Just a little bit, maybe? And, fuck, I’m so fucking terrified of breaking that trust, I don’t even know what to do with it.”

Another long pause, and then Ezra asks, “Have you, by chance, had a drink tonight?”

Oops. “Maybe?”

“Mm,” Ezra hums. “I think,” he starts again, “that hurt is going to be an inevitable part of this.”

But I don’t want it to come from me, he wants to whine back at him, but even he can recognize the sentiment as selfish. “I would like to lessen it, then,” Sebastian tries instead. “As much and wherever I can. I just want to get this right.”

When Ezra speaks again, there is an edge, but also a level of restraint, to his voice that Sebastian hasn’t heard from him before. “You have signed a contract that grants you temporary ownership of a human being,” he says, every word slow and measured. “There is no right way to do that.”

Guilt curdles in Sebastian’s empty stomach. He grips the phone tighter, letting his eyes slip shut. “Of course,” he says. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”

“I know what you meant,” Ezra stops him. There is no anger in his tone, just a firmness that Sebastian finds oddly grounding. “And I know your intentions are pure. But I think that is important to keep in mind.”

Sebastian nods, then closes his eyes and clears his throat when he remembers he can’t actually see him. “Yeah. Okay,” he said. “I just… There was never a good way to go about this, I know, but I really hate how things played out. I was rushed into having the conversation with him, and he was rushed into giving me an answer, and I… Obviously, I’m glad I could secure his contract before someone else could, but I’m also so very aware of every way I could fuck this up, and I’m going into this blind, and he is already so–”

“You’re not.”

Sebastian pauses, blinks. “Not what?”

“Going into this blind,” Ezra says. “Judging by this middle-of-the-night conversation, it’s safe to assume you know how to pick up a phone. I’ll be here on the other end of it whenever you need to call.”

It takes a minute for that to sink in. “You… really? You want to help me?”

There is something of a long suffering sigh on the other end of the static, but Sebastian doesn’t think he’s misreading the hint of fondness. 

“I know everyone has made their opinion known on this decision of yours, and I am not without reservations myself,” Ezra says. “But for the record, I think, at the heart of it, you are doing a kind thing for this boy. And I think, ultimately, you will do right by him. Of course I want to help.”

Rarely does a sentiment catch Sebastian off guard enough to render him speechless, as opposed to his usual reaction of word vomit. But Ezra’s reassurance slips over his shoulders like a weighted blanket, and Sebastian relaxes back against the couch with a breath of relief.

“I… Thank you,” he says, finally.

Ezra gives a noncommittal hum. “Look,” he says. “I know you are afraid. But I need you to understand that, no matter how strong that feeling is right now, it doesn’t hold a candle to the fear that he is going to feel tomorrow, walking into your home.”

Sebastian scans over the darkened living room, trying to picture Jaime here, in this space. It’s hard, and it’s surreal, but in less than eight hours, it’s happening.

“I have been in that position,” Ezra continues slowly. Sebastian goes still––he has never heard Ezra speak outright about his experience in the system, and he feels like this bit of honesty, of trust, deserves the utmost reverence. “Many times, over many years. It never got easier. Every time was frightening in its own way. If I can do anything––anything at all––to make this a little bit easier on him, I will. I want to.”

He’s not really sure when he decided to start crying, but a tear slides down his cheek before he can blink it away. “Ezra. You’re a really good person, you know that, right?”

“I am just a person,” Ezra says after a prolonged beat of silence. “That is all I have ever wanted to be.”

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#Do No Harm: Jaime & Sebastian #Ezra Lyle #BBU #like bbu adjacent?

[blouisparadise]

Over the years, it has been highly requested that we make a cis girl Louis/cis boy Harry rec list, so here we are finally delivering on this! We know this isn’t everybody’s cup of tea, but if it is yours, we hope you enjoy this list. Please be sure to support BLP’s rec lists by liking and reblogging the posts if you’d like us to keep making them. Happy reading!

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They were so compatible, Harry and her.  It was why he always came back for more and why she let him.  Taking things beyond sex had just never happened.

2) Love Is A Riddle | Explicit | 2219 words

The one where Harry and Louis basically make a sex tape

3) Loopholes | Explicit | 2231 words

Together since high school, Harry and Louis took sacred vows of purity together as a pledge to wait until marriage. They can't have sex, but that doesn't mean they can't do other things.

4) Forever Ain't Half The Time (I Wanna Spend With You) | Explicit | 2634 words

In life, there are very few opportunities for giddy happiness and sickening anxiety to coexist within a single brain.

Over the last seven minutes, Louis has learned that waiting for a pregnancy test to develop is one of those moments.

5) Eating Soft Ice Cream, Coney Island Queen | Mature | 2646 words

Harry thinks Louis is getting herself off in the kitchen (they fuck).

6) New Best Day Of My Life | Not Rated | 2836 words

"Not m’fault you insist on going to sleep like this," he mutters- Louis isn’t sure, but she has a vague suspicion that the words would sound more like an unintelligible grumble to the untrained ear. Louis, though, is an expert in morning Harry-speak.

7) Nothing Else Can Break My Heart Like True Love | Not Rated | 3510 words

Harry leans against the door frame and can't help just looking at her. She fits in with the kitchen so perfectly, small and yet stuffed to the brim with personality. He can see her touch in their mishmash of alphabet magnets and dirty dishes in the sink, in the bowl of fruit on the table and china cat that watches over their stove. It's nothing Harry would've imagined for himself as a kid, but the way the light from the candles reflect off her dark pink silk robe and her light blue eyes, Harry is smitten all over again.

8) I Had A Bad Girl In My Room, Tats All On Her Skin | Explicit | 3542 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Written for this prompt: "Harry hands always-a-girl!louis the blunt they've been shotgunning for the past hour, flips the bill of his snapback backwards, and goes down on her til she comes twice."

9) Beside You | Explicit | 3080 words

Harry's in one direction and Louis is his busy girlfriend and they don't have much time left together until they have to go their separate ways again so they make the best of it.

10) Concerning The Moon | Explicit | 4554 words

Louis bleeds once a month. Harry just wants to make her feel good.

11) I Got a Secret That I Want to Show You | Explicit | 4752 words

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12) Touch My Neck And I’ll Touch Yours | Mature | 5651 words

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13) Dress You Up in My Love | Explicit | 6646 words

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Louis smiles a little. "Yeah?"

She can feel the movement as Harry nods his head. "Yeah. Your bum looks amazing all highlighted in red."

14) Sparking Up My Heart | Mature | 7541 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

What’s really throwing Louis for a loop here is how she’s literally just suddenly seeing Harry in a whole new light -- someone tall and broad and muscular and sort of really good looking, when she’s not supposed to see him like that. She’s supposed to see him as the clumsy younger boy that she got put in a band with and teases and protects from rude people and sometimes has a cuddle with before bed. Not someone who she wants to fuck her right up against a bloody wall.

15) We Are The Lucky Ones, Dear | Explicit | 8169 words

Harry and Louis were a package deal. As Louis once said, "As goes Haz, so goes my nation," or something like that. She'd been high at the time, so it was between a bunch of other shit that made no sense. The important thing was that it was the two of them against the world and nothing was going to change that. 

16) Nothing Else Will Do | Explicit | 9064 words

Louis has never had an orgasm. Harry thinks she deserves one.

17) Girl That You Love | Explicit | 13492 words

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18) Can’t Get Enough | Explicit | 16337 words | Sequel

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19) A Simple Twist Of Fate | Explicit | 18380 words

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#fic recs #bottom louis #top harry #larry #cis girl louis #cis boy harry #blp fic recs #blp

[sorugao-bandgeek]

AN: I wanted fluff so I wrote fluff and dear god I am happy. Character is aged up, but like nothing happens. 

Character: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

XXX

It was three in the morning when he stepped into his home.

He slid his duffle bag off his shoulder and set it gently on the floor. It felt like a weight was being lifted off of him as he pushed in the handle to his other bag, relief flooding through him as his tired mind noted that he was home.

With a soft sigh leaving him, Ushijima made his way through his home, heading to the room where you slept.

He made sure to not make too much noise when he opened the bedroom door, mindful of the way it creaked when it was halfway open. He stepped in, closing the door softly behind him before making his way over to your side.

There was a light on, the glow of it a dim orange that let him see you.

He knelt down, a hand coming up to move away a few pieces of hair away from your face. You inhaled deeply, brow furrowing slightly but you didn’t wake up. His pointer finger lightly drifted between your brows, down the bridge of your nose.

“I’m home,” he murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss against your forehead. “I missed you.”

You grumbled in your sleep, moving from your side onto your back. You smacked your lips, unintelligible words were said, though one that stuck out was, “Babe.”

He hummed, “Yes?”

You grumbled once again, features pinched as if you were annoyed before they relaxed. Ushijima stood up after that, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on the chair where you had left the laundry.

He moved to the other side of the bed, getting under the blankets. A sigh of relief left him as he settled in the bed, having missed the comfort of it. He felt himself begin to drift off, exhaustion finally catching up to him.

It felt like he had only closed his eyes for a few minutes when he heard you call his name. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times as he got used to the brightness of the room.

“Wakatoshi!”

He turned his head to you and smiled at your confused face. He moved  up slightly, resting his weight on one arm as he reached out to you with the other.

“Good morning,” he said as he cupped your face, amused at the way your brow twitched.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” you asked, holding yourself back from tackling him in a hug. “It would have been nice to welcome you home.”

“It was too early,” he responded, pinching your cheek lightly before he pulled his hand away. “You can still welcome me home.”

You rolled your eyes, finally giving into the urge and tackling him. He fell back with you half on top of him. His eyes slipped shut when you peppered his face in kisses, speaking in between pecks “You’re…awful….I hope…you know that.”

He smiled, nodding in agreement, “Yes…I’m so awful.”

You obnoxiously kissed his cheek, a loud smacking sound coming from it when you pulled away to give him what you hope was an unamused glare. It wasn’t, not with you trying to stop from smiling, “I’m glad you realize that.”

You stared at each other and you sighed, “Okay breakfast and you’ll tell me how everything went?”

“Sounds good,” he sat up, making you move back, but not completely off him. “Well?”

You didn’t say anything, just moving up and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, hand resting on the back of his head, gently cradling it, “Welcome home.”

He melted against you, head resting against your shoulder. He pressed a brief kiss against your neck, his arms coming to wrap around your waist, “Thank you.”

#haikyuu!! #ushijima x reader #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima oneshot #I wanna hug from him he looks like he gives really nice hugs

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Could I request an extension/update to OBIY ? Please 🥺

Pairing: husband!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: fluff, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: mentions of vomiting, pregnancy, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), breeding kink

Word count: 0.9k

A/N: so i'm not sure if this was for my 1k milestone requests but i included it anyway :) hope you like it, anon!

*Note: OBIY -> Oh baby it's you

For the third time that morning you ran to the bathroom to upchuck the contents of your stomach. You heard Yuno outside the closed door, addressing Jaehyun.

“What’s wrong with mama?”

“She’s not feeling well.”

“Is she sick?”

“It’s the baby inside her, making her sick.”

“That’s not very nice. You should tell the baby to stop it.”

You couldn’t help but smile, and you heard Jaehyun chuckle.

“Wish it were that easy, kid. Come on, let’s go outside and play.”

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The first trimester with your second child was proving to be much more hellish than it had been with Yuno. You didn’t remember ever being this sick all the time, and being much more tired and drained. The doctor assured you that you were still doing fine, but not being able to keep any nourishment in your body made you weak and irritable. You were grateful for Jaehyun being able to keep up with Yuno, at three years old he was a little hellion who wouldn’t sit still.

“I hate this,” you grumbled one night, when Jaehyun had to bring you your dinner because you couldn’t get out of bed. “Why can’t I feel better already.”

He just sat beside you on the bed, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. “It’ll pass soon, it did last time.”

“This is your damn fault,” you told him, only half-jokingly, “if you weren’t so hellbent on knocking me up again I wouldn’t be in this position.”

He laughed softly, his hand now on your thigh, rubbing gently. “I can’t help it if I love your body, especially when your belly is round with my baby.” He moved his hand then, up to your stomach, rubbing circles with his palm.

You bit your lip, your nausea and bad humor dissipating as his touch started to make you feel good, really good.

“Oh, Jaehyun,” you moaned, and at your reaction his movements got bolder and firmer.

“Does this feel okay?” he asked, knowing that you’d had an aversion to sex in the first trimester of your first pregnancy.

“Yes, oh, it feels so good,” he’d moved up to your naked breasts, fondling them under your shirt. They’d already grown a bit in size, and you knew Jaehyun wanted to take advantage of that. He cupped them lovingly, hefting them in his hand, making satisfied noises as he rubbed the nipple with his thumb.

“Y/N,” he groaned, lifting up your shirt so he could suck on a nipple, “so good,” he moaned, kneading and fondling one breast while he sucked on the nipple of the other.

“Jaehyun,” you moaned, writhing on the bed from everything he was doing to you. You felt him move the tray of food away, and then he was pulling your shorts and underwear off and settling between your legs.

“I want to eat you out, okay?” he asked, waiting for you to nod before he started his feast. You inhaled sharply when you felt his nose bump up against your clit, and then his tongue was swiping up your folds, hands gripping your thighs.

You couldn’t speak, unintelligible words coming out of your mouth, punctuated by moans and whimpers as he sucked your clit into his mouth, as he licked up your juices with his tongue, as he hummed against your pussy, the vibrations going right to your core. You couldn’t even warn him that you were going to come, just your hands threaded through his hair and your knees shaking as you came apart.

“Mm, fuck,” he growled, stripping off his clothes with such haste you thought he’d rip them. The look in his eyes was positively feral, chin still dripping with your juices, as he hovered over you, sliding his cock into your soaked pussy.

“Jae!” you screamed, back arching as he thrust into you.

“Take it,” he rasped, “you’re already knocked up, you can take more of my cum, can’t you baby?”

You nodded breathlessly, hands gripping his biceps as he pounded into you.

“Gonna fill you up with my cum,” he groaned, holding your hips steady so he could hit you deeper, “wanna watch it drip out of you.”

Your back arched off the bed brought your nipples closer to his mouth so he sucked on them in turn, one after the other, nipping lightly with his teeth until you were moaning loudly.

“Baby you gotta keep quiet, Yuno might wake up,” he whispered, but he certainly wasn’t helping with the way he was drilling into you. You squeezed your lips together, trying to suppress any sound but your orgasm was coming on fast. Involuntarily your mouth opened, a scream wanting to tear out, so Jaehyun clapped his hand over your mouth to shush you. The action of it was so arousing you came instantly, the scream muffled behind his hand.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, aroused beyond belief that you were aroused by him wanting to shut you up. He thrust hard inside you, spilling his cum into you, filling you up until you were leaking onto the sheets. Your chest was heaving, your lungs trying to take air in through your nose, before he finally took his hand off your mouth. You took huge gulps of air in as he looked at you, an amused grin forming on his face.

“You liked that,” he said cheekily.

“Of course I liked it,” you admitted. You just didn’t want to admit how much you liked it.

He smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

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Thank you for 1k!

#jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun smut #nct imagines #nct smut

[vogueharrystan]

time for my december recs!! once again, most of these will probably be from the BLFF since it just ended this month (check out all the fics from it, they’re all so amazing).

and the fics i rec here are all bookmarked on my ao3 if you wanna see my brief little review of them!! one or two may be a private bookmark though so if you don’t see those, that’s why.

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New Best Day Of My Life by hostagesfic | NR | 3k

"Not m’fault you insist on going to sleep like this," he mutters- Louis isn’t sure, but she has a vague suspicion that the words would sound more like an unintelligible grumble to the untrained ear. Louis, though, is an expert in morning Harry-speak.

if kisses were snowflakes by @lousmoonshine | M | 13k

Or, The Holiday AU. In which Louis decides to trade houses with a total stranger he finds online for the holidays, not knowing he would be finding more than himself in that little town in England, after the original home owner's brother comes barging through the door.

where i should be by @lovehl | E | 21k

“That’s the difference between you and me,” Louis says. “I loved him. You liked him.”

Harry, far too interested in shattering Louis’ ardent loyalty to Wynn, says, “Such a waste.”

“Who are you to decide?” Louis breathes, craning his neck to glare.

“Who better to decide than me?” He leans imperceptibly closer. Wanting, waiting for him to close the inch of distance.

I’ll Grow You a Garden Inside My Heart by @thelesserneptune | E | 31k

Harry is hired to plan the wedding of his best friend he is so madly in love with it makes him sick. Literally.

These Hallowed Woods by snowcaplou | NR | 36k

Louis becomes Luna of the Tomlinson Pack after the untimely death of his father, the Pack Alpha. Saddled with his newfound responsibility and an unpleasantly demanding pack council, he finds secret respite in the arms of a rogue wolf that camps out just outside his territory. The only problem? The rogue has no idea who Louis actually is, and as Louis falls harder and harder for the man he escapes to every night, the weight of his lies steers him along a path of certain misery.

voicemail sings a wreck by @falsegoodnight | 37k | E

Louis is the president of the biggest omega sorority on campus, Harry is the president of the biggest alpha fraternity on campus, and they do not get along.

a common place affliction by @thepolourryexpress | 37k | NR

“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek.

“Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis.

Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.”

Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’

#december 2021 #fic recs #bottom louis #top harry

[obsessive-ego]

Just go with it

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Lewd mentions

Beetlejuice needs you to pretend to be his fiance or he's in trouble

"Babes?"

...

"Babes, wake up"

....?

"Y/n wake up"

What?

Was your first thought as you are shaken awake by the ghost who has made your home his, you mumble out something unintelligible as you grope around for your phone, you cringe as the bright light of the screen blinds you, as your eyes adjust to the light you groan, 4am.

"Beetlejuice, what-"

"Okay, babes, no time to explain but I need you to pretend to be my fiance" despite the odd statement beetlejuice sounded a tad worried.

"What?"

"Long story short I may have said a few things to some guys, and if we dont pull this off I will be dragged back to the netherworld" the ghoul whispered dragging you out if bed.

"Oh" was all you could muster is your drowsy state.

"So theres a suit from the netherworld waiting to meet you, in your living room, now" beetlejuice continued rubbing the back of his neck.

You sigh and shuffle about your room, slipping on slippers and giving your hair a quick once over, as you reach for your housecoat beetlejuice swats away your hand.

"Bee-"

Beetlejuice drops his jacket around your shoulders "this will work much better babes, we need to sell this"

You groan, you were too tired for this, thank god you didnt work in the morning, who knows how long this shit is gonna take, but as tired as you were you couldnt let whoever take your ghost back to the netherworld.

"Okay you're my fiance, I proposed a week ago, and you're head over heels for me, that last part wont be hard to fake huh doll?" The ghoul gives you a wink, you sigh.

"Wait, almost forgot" the ghoul snaps his fingers, you feel a light squeeze on you right handed middle finger.

Upon your finger appears rather tacky, pretty ring, the band was black and white, and resembled a snake, the gem was a brilliant green, you honestly felt your heart squeeze when you saw it, to be honest staring at the ring felt like a dream, maybe because you just woke up? It was beautiful, and the idea of it being for real kinda hurt knowing it was for pretend, but those feelings didnt matter right now, Beej needed you to help him avoid being dragged back to the netherworld, you can think about those depressing emotions later.

The two of you leave the bedroom, beetlejuice takes the lead as you shuffle behind.

As the two of you enter the living room you could help but pause and stare at the 'suit' beej claimed that was waiting for you.

In your little arm chair sat a fairly tall skeleton man, his bones a blueish hue, wearing a lime green suit that looked fresh off the rack, guess not all dead guys wore dirty clothes, in all honesty this was your first time seeing another dead person aside from the maitlands and beetlejuice, they were human, beej was humanish, but this guy looked like he walked out of a cartoon.

"Sorry for the wait, you know breathers, they need to sleep" beetlejuice cackled snapping you from your thoughts "well there's y/n, theres the ring, and theres the door, feel free to use it" beetlejuice snears, wanting to get this whole thing done with, yes he adored messing with you, and with different circumstances this could have been funny, but too much was on the line for him and you were an awful liar, he loved you sure, but theres no way you could pull off lying.

"Y/n I presume?" The skeleton gestures to you, completely ignoring beetlejuice, you nod "its pleasure to put a face to the name, I apologize for the rude awakening, when you've been dead for as long as I have, you tend to lose the meaning of time, my dear this wont take long, we just need to clear up some loose ends then you can get back to your rest" the skeleton gestures you to sit on the couch next to beetlejuice who has already made himself comfortable.

You gently sit down next to BJ who was quick to drape an arm over your shoulders and pull you into his side.

The skeleton pulls out a clipboard from his jacket and flips through the pages

"Lawrence B Shoggoth, y/n m/n l/n, I have requested an audience with you two to clear up some issues with Lawrence's recent updated paper work, not to mention a handful of rumours that need to be put to bed" the ghoul flips through the papers "it says here the y/n you are Lawrence's spouse, is that true?"

You nod

"You see y/n, Lawrence here cant be trusted at face value, so that is why I must converse with you on the matter, so you are his fiance correct?"

"Yes"

"I see, now how long have the two of you known each other?"

"About a year or so" you shrug

"Mmmhmm" the ghoul scribbles down something and continues "now when did he propose to you?"

"Last week" this was so anxiety inducing, for a man with no eyeballs it sure felt like he was staring into your soul.

"Now what drawn you to such a, oh how do I put this, such a man?"

You hear beetlejuice huff out as if he was insulted.

"Well, beetlejuice may be rough around the edges, and can be a dick at times, but he's great company, hes funny, witty, has great taste in movies, and he makes me smile, hes also, well, he's also good looking too" you look away from both parties, as you were clearly embarrassed over what you said, it was the truth, but it still made your face burn.

Beetlejuice leans forward, looking in your direction, eyes wide and mouth a gape, his hair now a bright pink.

"Mr Shoggoth, you look surprised at y/n's words" the ghoul grabs Beetlejuice's attention.

"Heh, you see y/n is the shy type, hearing that type a thing is rare and ALWAYS gets my attention". Beetlejuice slicks his hair back removing the pink and resetting it to its default green.

"Mmmmhmmm" was the ghoul's only response as attention was drawn back to you.

"So y/n you truly are betrothed to Lawrance, you want to be wed to him on purpose?" The skeleton's tone was almost surprised, as if beetlejuice was the most revolting creature in existence and you wanting, out of your own free will to be bound to such a thing, was the most insane thing he has ever herd.

You nod, beetlejuice gives the skeleton a smug toothy grin.

"This isnt a joke, nor is he blackmailing or threatening you?" His tone sounded desperate, as if he needed to prove beetlejuice was lying for his own good.

You only shake your head, while beetlejuice surpresses a laugh

"Ya see bone head? I'm innocent~" he chuckles, squeezing you close to his side.

"Y/n you are aware of what you're doing for Lawrence correct?" The skeleton sounded almost smug, you only stare back, waiting for him to elaborate.

"You see y/n, you are doing Lawrence here a huge favor, when the dead marry the living, they are able to walk the earth like you do, you are granting him life, something he has never had, this is why we must confirm with you, that you understand what he's doing" the skeleton gestures to beetlejuice, the demon only rolls his eyes in response.

"I know"

Attention is drawn to you

"I know all about that life giving thing, beetlejuice told me about it"

"Well you see y/n, this isnt the first time Lawrence has-"

"I know, I was told, by him and the person he tried to marry the first time, small world huh"

The skeleton pauses for a moment then coughs into his fist, as if to regain his composure after being surprised, he continues "I see, Lawrence has been honest with you, I didnt think he had it in him"

Beetlejuice snarls at the comment, tips of his hair turning red.

"Just a few more loose ends y/n then you can return to your rest" the skeleton flips through his papers "ah, Lawrence, y/n may have been couched, and since you seem so eager to speak, I do have a few things I need to clarify with you, if the two of you are in love as you say and this isnt a farce, you would know plenty about your future spouse, when was y/n born?" The skeleton snears as if hes caught you two red handed

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "easy *birthday day and year* hell I woke them up with some early morning birthday head"

You cover your face in embarrassment at that comment, yet you were surprised he knew the year.

"Correct, and might I saw congratulations on a LEGAL partner this time"

Beetlejuice rolls his eyes at the low blow before grumbling "it was a green card thing"

The skeleton ignores Beetlejuice's comment and continues "what drew you to this breather? And please keep it out of the gutter"

Beetlejuice huffs "spoil sport, y/n here is one of the kindest, sweetest, softest breather I ever met, they let me do whatever I want, they want me around, no stings attached, they got great taste, just look at the company they keep, and let me tell ya, the first time we met they sucker punched me in the jaw for scaring them, and I've been dreaming of that swing ever since"

You just stare at the ghoul, he remembered that? He remembered how he first met you? When lydia locked you in the basement and he jumped out at you, successfully scaring you but earning himself a fist in the jaw, wow. Your face felt hot remembering that, what a frist impression.

The night droned on and on with dull questions the suit had lined up to prove beetlejuice was lying, but every question had an appropriate answer, and the skeleton knew he could not prove anything as the night went on.

Low on patience and time he decided call it quits.

The skeleton pushes his clipboard back into his jacket and sighs "I appreciate your time y/n, thank you for your cooperation, and Lawrence, I look forward form your departure of death, a short vacation from you is the pick me up I deserve" the skeleton raises up from your chair and walks over to a wall on the other side of the room, you watch him draw a door, and knock 3 times, you're livingroom wall opens up to the netherworld. You freeze at the sight, you always felt uneasy seeing the netherworld portal open up, maybe it was a living thing? As if beetlejuice felt your discomfort he pulls you into a side hug, grounding your anxiety, you give a sigh of what feels like relief.

The skeletontirns to face the two of you "Before my departure, y/n I do have one final thing to ask you, can you kiss Lawrence for me?"

"What?" You gawk in confusion

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "what? You the type of guy who gets off on watching others get hot and heavy, I mean I feel ya, but if you insist, I can help a guy out" beetlejuice is quick to cup your face "give daddy some sugar~" he purrs puckering up to go in for the kiss.

"Lawrence you misunderstand me, I ask y/n, if you two are truly betrothed, shy or not, y/n shouldnt have any issues kissing their lover" the skeleton gestures to you, without eyeballs or eyebrows he sure wore a smug face, as if he found you two out.

Beej snorts out his nose, great, he's fucked, theres no way you could sell this now, the ghoul had to take the lead and try to steer this away from what this bureaucrat wants "Shy or not, my little sex pot here isnt too keen on others watching, believe me, I tired, the only thing they wont do in the bedroom-"

"Bee, it's fine" you interject, gently grabbing the demons sleeve, he looks at you mouth agape, green slowly blossoming into pink in his face and hair.

"You mind leaning down honey?" You ask softly, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, yes beetlejuice has kissed you more times then you could remember, and yes, youd be lying if you didnt enjoy them, but taking the lead? That was new, and to have someone watching? Not to mention if you dont make this look good he's gonna take beetlejuice away.

Beetlejuice on the other was practically glowing pink, and vibrating with excitment, not to mention drooling.

You gently cup the demons face, running your thumbs across his stubble, you swore you could hear the demon purring, you take a deep breath through your nose before closing the gap between the two of you.

Beetlejuice's hands find homes for themselves, on in your hair, the other on the center of your back. Your hands move from the demon's face and bury themselves in his messy hair, gently giving his head a scratch, you squeak with surprise as the ghoul lifts you up from the ground, instinct kicks in nd you wrap you legs around his waist, lips still locked with his, you feel his tongue probing at you mouth, begging for your permission to enter, you oblige, his tongue wasnt new to you, you felt it a handful of times, running up the side of your face when the ghoul was trying to get your attention mostly, but in your mouth?

It was long, and big, and kind of cold, it easily took the lead, exploring your mouth.

You push on Beetlejuice's chest to notify him you needed to breath, the two of pull your lips part from each others, a thin line of saliva still connecting the two of you.

"Oh Lawrence" you sigh

The demon now completely electric pink, still holding you up growls before asking "couch?"

You hum out "yes"

Before the ghoul flops backwards on the couch, having you sit on top of him, you give his tie a quick yank and he groans in response.

"Oh doll, you're lucky you dont work tomorrow, cuz I want you to ride me all night~"

"Ahem!"

The two of you freeze for a moment, beetlejuice snickers at your face, clearly embarrassed, you pause for a moment, swallowing your shame before addressing the ghoul who was still here

"You're still here?" Was all you manged to breath out

"I mean I'm into it, but y/n? Not so much, and they clearly arent into you watching so" beetlejuice snorts, trying to wave the skeleton off so the demon could relax.

"I see, y/n you clearly are attracted to him, and understand all the consequences of marrying the dead, I declare that Lawrence B Shoggoth was, in fact, telling the truth, this should be a holiday, such a rare occasion" the skeleton trailed off as he walked into the netherworld, you only watched as he vanished and the walls of your little apartment rearranged themselves like it never happened.

You sat top beetlejuice for a moment, sighing over dodging the bullet of losing your, very dear friend, you may or may not be head over heels for.

You're reminded of where you were sitting  with a familiar pinch on your butt.

"Hey honey~" the ghoul purrs

You jerk up at recalling the situation you're in, beetlejuice groans at you movement

"Careful sweets, keep moving like that and you'll turn this semi into a boner" he snorts out a chuckle.

You're quick to get off the demon, though he did grunt in protest, before sitting back up and pulling a couch cushion over his lap, despite how crude he was, he did have SOME common courtesy.

As much fun as it would have been for the demon to tease you on your rather hot actions, he noticed how your attention wasnt on him, rather then you were staring at the wall that was once the door to the netherworld.

"So we did it?" Was all you seemed to whisper

"Yup, I got to hand it to you babes, you did quite a good job fooling that stiff"

You turn back to the demon and give him a soft smile feeling completely relieved.

"You know it's funny y/n, you're a terrible liar, and you sure as hell cant act, you got way too many tells, but yet, I didnt see a single twitch nor did I hear a single stutter, why's that?~" you knew that tone oh too well, it was the 'I know something embarrassing about you' tone, it was smug yet made your legs turn to jelly.

"I guess when it comes down to really important stuff i guess i can-" you stammer while fiddling with the hem of your shirt

"I dont think so dolly" beej was quick to interrupt "babes, you've been wearing my jacket the whole time, I've seen you keep glancing down at the ring, and fuck me, the amount of fire in that kiss, someone like you cant fake that" 

You refuse to look his way, this was one hell.of a way to come clean with your feelings, a heavy silence fills the room, though you're pretty sure beetlejuice could hear your heart pounding away.

As if the ghoul could sense your discomfort, he sighs "ya know babes, it's pretty late, and breathers need to sleep, so how bout you head back to bed and I'll finish grilling you in the morning"

Glancing back at beetlejuice you could see the flicks of purple appearing in the pink mess of his hair, you give the ghouls half hearted smile, as you go to take off the jacket he raising his hand motioning you to stop

"Its gonna be cold tonight babes, how bout you keep it warm for me?"

"Oh, alright, night Bee, glad I could help you" you wave off as you head to your bedroom to over think what just happened.

Beetlejuice groans when he hears the familiar sound of your bedroom door closing, he was so close to getting a real confession out of you, but tomorrow morning is gonna be pretty dangerous for you,  he sighs removing the pillow from his lap, he had a more pressing matter to attend too, and with your taste on his tongue and the beautiful imagine of you on top of him yanking at his tie, this 'problem' wont take long to deal with.

Bonus

The next morning was quite awkward, beetlejuice wasnt kidding about grilling you in the morning, but at least what felt like an interrogation last night, now felt like childish teasing

"Bee, can I ask you something about last night?"

The ghoul beams with excitement at your question "anything you want babes"

"If we would have failed, what would have happened to you, you said you would have been dragged back to the netherworld and" you pause hoping the ghoul would fill in

"Oh, yeah, if we would have got caught I would have had to spend a week in the netherworld with my mother fixing this paperwork and just being chewed out, a nightmare babes, we dodged a bullet" he raises his hand for a high five as if to congratulate you on helping him out

"What, I'm sorry what"

Beetlejuice lowers his hand and frowns at your response

"Beetlejuice I was worried sick, I thought they were gonna take you away forever, i was terrified if i fuck up I'd never see you again, like what am i supposed to do without you?! I dont want you to leave me" you practically screamed

Beetlejuice only started at you, slowly soaking in what you said

'I dont want you to leave me'

His blank stare slowly shifts to a smile, flicks of pink appearing in his hair "dont worry sugar, you're stuck with me"

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader

[multiverse-muse]

Tony Owes Pepper (a soulmate au)

(crossposted from my archive of our own)

Working in Stark Industries was about as thrilling as you’d expect; that is to say, not at all. For everyone not directly connected to Tony Stark, Pepper, or Happy, working at Stark Industries was like any other business. Boring paperwork, boring offices, boring people.

You’d worked your way up from an entry position to one of the higher positions after a few years of boring work. Most of your colleagues at this level were men: most women who applied to Stark Industries only hoped to catch a glimpse of Tony Stark and their work output reflected that. The few other women in your office were more like you: working to work, not to see your hot boss. Well, one woman worked there mostly in a hope to spend time with Pepper, who was the most present executive in your office. In fact, you’d had lunch with Pepper on multiple occasions.  In the years you’d been working, you couldn’t remember Tony ever showing up.

“Y/N! Can I borrow you a minute?” Speak of the devil, and she shall appear. You immediately drop what you’re working on and head towards Pepper. She gives you a friendly smile and leads you to the elevator.

“Good morning, Ms. Potts.” You greet her. She rolls her eyes in a playful manner.

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Pepper?” You shrug and she shakes her head. “Anyway, I have a job for you.”

“Okay? Why does that sound so ominous?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at her. The elevator finally dings and the two of you step inside, Pepper pushing the button to take you two to one of the highest levels of Avengers Tower.

“Tony has at least three meetings this morning and I have to be in DC by noon. I don’t have time to harass him into getting ready, which is where I’m hoping you’ll step in.” Pepper explains.

“You want me...to harass my boss?” You say slowly. She laughs.

“Precisely.” She looks towards you, serious now. “You’ve worked here long enough to prove that you’re capable and, personally, I like you. There’s no one else I can really turn to now, especially with Happy out of town.”

“He won’t listen to me.” You point out. “I know I don’t know him well, but he really won’t listen to me. He hardly listens to you.”

“I know, I really do. But I’m out of options. Please, Y/N?” Pepper pleads. The elevator dings and the doors slide open to reveal a floor far fancier than your office level. You sigh.

“Fine, Pepper, but you owe me.” She immediately shoves a folder into your hand and smiles. “Perfect. Thank you so much!” She disappears as the elevator door closes and you’re left alone in the entryway. You peak into the folder and see a schedule that looked way too full. You sigh.

“She didn’t even tell me which way to go.” You grumble to yourself.

“Tony is down the left hallway in one of the conference rooms. I’ll guide you, if you like.” A voice echoed from nowhere but you know enough to recognize Tony’s AI assistant, Friday. You thank her and make your way towards the conference room.

“Tony, an employee is here to speak with you.” You hear Friday announce in the room ahead. Tony mumbled something unintelligible from your distance and you groan to yourself.

Today was going to be a long day.

You knock on the door frame to announce your presence. Tony gives you a fake smile, enough to make your blood boil a bit. You didn’t ask for this.

“Did you forget how to tie your tie?” You ask him, gesturing to where his half done tie. Tony blinked, glanced down as if surprised that it wasn’t done, then looks back to you, still speechless. You sigh and walk over, knocking his hands away and doing his tie up for him. “Pepper said I’d have to make sure you got to the meetings, not that I’d have to help you get dressed.”

“You could always help me undress, if the tie is too complicated.” Tony replies, a confident grin across his face. Your hands still on the tied tie and the words along the back of your neck warm from more than just your annoyance earlier. Tony raises a wrist, pulling down the suit and shirt sleeves to reveal your words on his skin.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You groan.

“You’re the reason I wait so late to tie my ties.” Tony admits, reaching out greedily to grab at your hips, eager to have you here in front of him.

“You’re the reason I keep my hair long, can you imagine what people have thought because of what you’ve said to me?” You say back to him, smacking away his hands. “People thought I’d be a stripper or something. I mean, there's nothing wrong with sex work but its not something you tell a six year old.”

“In retrospect, not the best way to greet my soul mate.” Tony acknowledges. He manages to look sheepish while still grinning like the cat who caught the mouse.

“I did learn a lot of ways to tie a tie, just in case.” You mumble an admittance, earning a grin from Tony.

“So, lunch?” He asks. You point dutifully towards the folder.

“You have three meetings and a phone conference.” You recite. Tony pouts.

***

“I cannot believe you two.” Pepper says. She’d walk into Tony’s living room the next day to find the two of you arguing over some small and funny thing, Tony’s arm around your shoulders. You at least, managed to look mildly ashamed. Tony just beamed at her.

“You sent my soul mate straight to me, Peps. I owe you a vacation.” He says happily.

“You owe me more than that.” Pepper says, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“He did make it to most of his meetings yesterday.” You pipe up. It was hard to fight Tony when he got into a stubborn mood, even with your soul mate status. He just turned it back on you, convincing you that as newly affirmed soul mates, you both should be spending time getting to know each other.

“Better than nothing.” Tony adds. If glares could kill, you were sure Tony would’ve died a thousand times over by now.“Why isn’t Y/N in her office?” Pepper asks, giving up on reprimanding Tony.

“This is her new office.” Tony grins, gesturing towards himself. You and Pepper both give him a deadpan stare.

“I quit.” You say, starting to stand.

“Aw, no, come back!” Tony grabs you around the waist, pulling you down onto his lap and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, where his words lay. 

“You know you could never leave me.”

“Cocky, aren’t you?” You roll your eyes. His arms tighten around you, hugging you to him.

“Are you surprised? You shouldn’t be.”

#tonyxreader #tony stark x reader #mcu imagines #mcu reader insert #tony stark reader insert #mcu oneshot #mcu soulmate #soulmate imagine

[st4rlabsforever]

This is the start of a 5+1 fic i thought I’d share. I promise it eventually has a point lmao. It’ll be on ao3 when it’s complete

title: acts of service

words: 1.2k

pairing: sam/bucky

summary: “Can I touch you?” Barnes asks. It’s maybe the most jarring thing Barnes has ever said to him, and that’s saying something considering Barnes has graced him with such hits as let’s take the shield, Sam and we’re breaking Zemo out of prison, Sam but he can already feel the ghost of a hand hovering over his back as if asking for permission.

“To relieve the tension,” Barnes says as if Sam is particularly dense.

i.

The first time it happens, Sam falls asleep almost immediately afterwards.

They’re fresh off the heels of a reconnaissance mission that leaves every joint in Sam’s body feeling all forty years of his big age on this miserable space rock. It probably doesn’t help that his wretched D.C. rental has got to be a hundred degrees in the sweltering summer heat and to top it all off, he’s pretty sure Mercury is in retrograde. He’d only chosen this place because it was cheap and close to the hangar for nights when he didn’t have the energy to fly back to New Orleans. 

“This place is worse than mine,” Barnes says neutrally, messing with the busted AC unit.

“Why are you here again?” Sam grumbles. Barnes had followed him back from the base for some reason or other that he couldn’t be bothered to think about right now.

“Seriously,” Sam says, flopping onto his bed and wincing when it exacerbates the throbbing pain shooting up his back. “Just leave me here to die.” At least he’d had the sense to toe off his boots first, which just leaves him to stew in the miasma of sweat in his uniform.

Barnes lets out a long-suffering sigh, and seriously, why is he still here? Sam isn’t sure he can deal with Barnes’s dry wit on top of everything else he’s got going on in this little corner of hell tonight, which, judging by the way the AC sputters and coughs before giving up completely, he’s pretty sure is going to be A Lot. He feels a weight plop down unceremoniously next to him.

“You need to take your suit off,” Barnes says, and does he really have to sound so grumpy all the time? “You’re going to be more sore in the morning if you don’t.”

He has half a mind to leave it on just to spite Barnes. Sam grumbles something unintelligible into the comforter and hopes Barnes gets the idea. He hears yet another sigh followed by the feeling of a zipper running down the length of his back.

Sam still has no idea what Barnes is doing in his apartment at 2 AM in the dead of summer. They’d technically agreed to go separate ways after dealing with the Flagsmashers – Sam had been perfectly fine with that; hell, he’d been under the impression Barnes had been more than fine with it. Neither of them had brought it up again when all was said and done, though. And now every inch of his body aches and he’s too exhausted to start another argument tonight. He can already feel a migraine coming on.

“Can I touch you?” Barnes asks. It’s maybe the most jarring thing Barnes has ever said to him, and that’s saying something considering Barnes has graced him with such hits as let’s take the shield, Sam and we’re breaking Zemo out of prison, Sam but he can already feel the ghost of a hand hovering over his back as if asking for permission.

“To relieve the tension,” Barnes says as if Sam is particularly dense.

Again, Sam grunts into the mattress. It’s less assent and more begrudging resignation to whatever the hell Barnes means by ‘relieve the tension’. For all Sam knows, Barnes has also decided he’s had enough of this partnership and plans to kill him in his sleep – and okay, he knows Barnes would never actually do that, but again – Mercury. Retrograde. Pisces. He’s more focused on the tension building at the back of his head and the way his lower back feels like it’s been run over by a large truck, all thoughts of which come screeching to a halt when Barnes digs his thumbs into Sam’s shoulder blades.

Sam hisses on reflex because it hurts like a mother, but the second Barnes’s fingers ease up, the relief is so instantaneous that it leaves Sam floating and feeling like he’s just inhaled a Xanax or three. The groan he lets out is honestly obscene.

“W’th hell,” he slurs. Now that the pain has subsided to a manageable level, Barnes’s knuckles gently knead his shoulders, rolling back and forth across his spine.

“Where else?” Barnes asks with a grunt.

It must say something about how quickly Sam is able to recalibrate to a new normal because he mentally shrugs and just twists his neck a few times, ignoring the little sparks of pain that flare up and hoping Barnes gets the message. He expects the white hot pain this time when Barnes’s thumbs settle at the base of his neck. The chill of the vibranium when Barnes gently wraps his fingers down the front of Sam’s throat for better leverage? Decidedly less expected. And he concludes immediately that the goosebumps spreading across his back and down his arms are a Completely Normal biological reaction to the cool metal. He’s absolutely not examining it any further than that, no sir.

And again, the relief is immediate. Barnes’s fingers roam down the backs of Sam’s arms, prodding, kneading, grinding until a jolting sensation runs from his elbows to his palms, which suddenly feel a little less strained. His palms had been shot to hell from all the shield practice lately, but how the hell had Barnes even known that? Sam melts into the mattress. He’s not sure he could move right now even if he wanted to, limbs loose and coaxed into the consistency of jello by Barnes’s stupidly strong fingers.

“Where else?” Barnes asks again, monotone. His motions are strictly utilitarian, clearly seeking to achieve maximum relief with as much economy of movement as possible.

“My head…?”

Sam isn’t actually being serious, and he genuinely expects a sarcastic response, but despite how incredible the last few minutes have been, his migraine is still steadily growing. It shouldn’t surprise him when Barnes’s fingers retreat, only to settle again on his temples. The pain causes his vision to flash. In its wake he feels all the tension leave his head. He’d just been fucking with Barnes, but Barnes had gone and literally scared his migraine away. Honestly, it’s far and away the best massage Sam’s ever had.

“Wh’re’d y’learn t’do that?” he says, because the pain has been replaced with a reprieve so intense that he can barely keep his eyes open at this point.

He can’t see it, but he knows Barnes rolls his eyes. “Go to sleep, Sam,” is all he gets in response. In the absence of any other complaints from Sam, his hands wander over Sam’s scalp, gently seeking out and destroying every problem spot with faultless accuracy.

Sam sighs into the mattress, quickly losing consciousness. Vaguely, he’s aware of Barnes speaking, but the words come out garbled like his ears are underwater.

The next morning, Barnes is gone – probably left the instant Sam fell asleep. Sam wakes up in a puddle of drool and the stench of his uniform nearly causes him to gag, but holy hell. His neck, shoulders, back, his everything feel like they’ve quite literally had the stress and aches and cramps wrung out of them, and the high lasts well through the morning. It’s the best night of sleep Sam’s gotten since the re-Blippening and he refuses to think about the fact that Barnes was responsible for it.

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws spoilers

[bluejayblueskies]

Don't know if you're just doing jmart but 6 or 65 for jontim?

kiss prompt list!

6 - “I’m sorry” kiss | 65 - One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other

I did both! I was incredibly tempted to go an angsty route for this, but then domestic established relationship no entities jontim took over my brain and compelled me to write this.

cw for food

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Tim’s stood in front of the stovetop, stirring still-runny eggs in a skillet with a wooden spoon, when he feels arms wrap around his stomach and a nose press into the space just between his shoulder blades. It might be startling if it weren’t such a regular occurrence. As such, Tim just smiles, continues stirring the eggs, and says lightly, “Morning, Jon.”

 Jon makes an unintelligible, grumbling noise into the soft fabric of Tim’s shirt and burrows closer, standing on his tiptoes so he can hook his chin over Tim’s shoulder. His hair tickles Tim’s neck and cheek. It’s adorable.

 “I was thinking,” Tim continues, “that we could stop by some shops today? There’s that vintage shop I know you’ve been wanting to visit—the one with the little cat status in the window—and I’ve been craving fresh-baked bread, so there’s that bakery across the street from it. Plus, you know, groceries, clothing—standard stuff.”

 Jon hums. “That sounds… acceptable.”

 “Acceptable,” Tim repeats, amused. “Very enthusiastic.”

 “Pardon me for not having an appropriate level of enthusiasm at eight in the morning.”

Tim grins. “You know, I remember when I thought you were a morning person. Turns out, sometimes you’re just so much of a night person that it eventually becomes morning.”

 Sullenly, Jon says, “That was one time, Tim. And it was entirely by accident. I… lost track of time.”

 “Whatever you say,” Tim says cheekily. He gives the eggs another stir before spooning them off the skillet and onto a plate. Then, he turns, ignores Jon’s noise of protest, and presses a quick kiss to Jon’s forehead. “Tea?”

 “Mm.”

 Tim fills the electric kettle with water and turns it on, then leans back against the counter and watches Jon open the fridge, stare into it intently for a few moments, then close it with a small, irritated exhalation. Jon looks at Tim, lips curled down into a frown that’s dangerously close to a pout, and says, “We’re out of milk.”

 “Hence, the shops.” Tim sees the frown on Jon’s face deepen ever so slightly and he says sympathetically, “No tea then, I suppose?”

 Jon leans back against the fridge and shakes his head. “I… I suppose not. It- it’s too bitter black.”

 “Could just add enough sugar that you can’t tell it’s tea anymore.”

 Jon levels him with a flat look. “Tim.”

 “Jon.”

 At Jon’s scowl, Tim sighs fondly, crosses the kitchen, and presses another kiss to Jon’s forehead in an attempt to smooth away the frown lines forming there. “Sorry,” he says with a smile. “Don’t worry; milk will be the first thing on my list. Top priority. Marked for immediate attention.”

 “Good,” Jon says primly. “It is of the utmost importance, after all.”

 A corner of Jon’s mouth turns up, a sliver of a smirk. He’s wearing one of Tim’s hoodies and his hair is a thick, sleep-tangled mess and he has blue-grey bags under his eyes. And sure, Tim’s known that he loves Jon for quite some time, and they’ve been dating for nearly two years now (long enough that he’s begun to surreptitiously create a list of potential rings), but he’s always reminded of it when he least expects it. Here, in the early morning, with the smell of salt and pepper in the air and the whirring of the kettle in the background, he’s overcome with affection that blooms within him like a rose, free of thorns and a deep, brilliant red.

 He wants to kiss Jon, so badly. And so he leans forward, places a hand on Jon’s cheek to tilt his head up ever so slightly, and presses a soft, chaste kiss to Jon’s lips. He feels Jon’s startled exhalation against his mouth and he smiles, pulling back enough to say, “Have I told you lately that I love you?”

 Jon’s breath hitches. It does so every time, like it’s the first time Tim’s ever said the words, and Tim loves him even more for it. “Mm, I don’t recall.”

 “Well, then. I love you. Even with the morning breath.”

 “How romantic.”

 Tim smirks and moves his hand to the back of Jon’s head, threading his fingers in the soft curls of Jon’s hair. “Flatterer.”

 Then, he leans in and presses another kiss to Jon’s lips, this one firm and wanting. Jon folds beneath him, his arms winding around the small of Tim’s back and pulling him closer as he sighs against Tim’s mouth. Tim tilts his head, deepens the kiss, backs Jon up against the counter and captures Jon’s startled exhalation with his mouth, filing it away to treasure forever. Then, because Jon’s practically made of twigs, Tim places his hands on the back of Jon’s thighs and lifts him effortlessly onto the counter, smiling as Jon lets out a startled noise against his mouth.

 “Tim,” Jon says, the word breathless and amused even as it’s swallowed by another burning, bruising kiss, transformed into a hum of pleasure. Tim lets Jon’s legs bracket his hips, steps in closer, and slips one hand down to rest against the side of Jon’s neck, feeling the soft flutter of Jon’s pulse against the pads of his fingers. For an indeterminate amount of time, there’s only this: Jon’s mouth warm against his and Jon’s hands firm against his back and Jon’s quiet little noises, sighs and hums and gasps that Tim sequesters away in his mind for safekeeping.

 Finally, if only because he’s growing winded, Tim pulls back, rests his forehead against Jon’s, and says, “Romantic enough for you?”

 Jon lets out a noise that sounds like a breathless laugh but could just as easily be a groan. “You’re ridiculous.”

 “Ridiculously handsome.”

 This time, Jon does groan, pulling back enough to give Tim a dry look. “Fishing for compliments this morning, I see.”

 “What can I say? I’m a simple man. I see my beautiful boyfriend in my clothes, complaining about a lack of milk, and I’m immediately robbed of all higher brain functions.”

 Jon flushes, a lovely splash of dark across the sepia brown of his skin. “I don’t see how the milk factors into things.”

 “Oh, the milk is a critical component.”

 Jon makes a face, and Tim laughs before pressing another quick kiss to Jon’s lips. “Speaking of milk—want to get ready? I can run to the shop down the street, grab some before we make the full grocery run this afternoon.”

 “Oh,” Jon says, surprised. “You really don’t have to. I- I’ll be fine without tea for one morning.”

 “I know,” Tim says, brushing a strand of hair from Jon’s cheek and tucking it behind his ear. “But I want to.”

 Jon opens his mouth, closes it. Finally, with a small smile creeping across his lips, he says, “All right. But only so we can finally put this- this milk conversation to rest.”

 “For now. Just wait until the next time we run out of milk. I’ve got at least ten dairy puns ready for that specific moment.”

 “Goodbye, Tim.”

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #tim stoker #jontim #my writing #my fic

[candycityy]

based on @pufferssss' discord headcanon of levi taking care of petra while she's on her period. just fluff, because my babies deserve it, sue me.

(You can also read this on AO3!)

==

She's off her game today.

He'd noticed it earlier that morning, during PT. He'd assigned them to complete a circuit, and most of the squad had groaned and complied, but she'd remained silent, just turned a shade paler.

"Something wrong, Ral?" he'd asked, when her face twisted into a pained expression. For a second, she'd looked at him entreatingly, like she was trying to communicate something with her gaze.

When he just stared blankly back, she'd sighed and shook her head. "Nothing, sir," she'd grumbled, before turning around and going off on the ten-kilometre jog.

But now – something's definitely wrong, he's sure of it. She looks distracted and self-conscious, her eyes flickering between the guys and him, and she keeps adjusting her uniform even though as far as Levi can see, every strap is perfectly in place. She's pale, too, looking far too drained for one measley circuit –for all her flaws, Petra's never been one to back down from a challenge, let alone show a sign of weakness.

He watches as she maneuvers robotically towards the end-point, slicing at the rubber-foam targets in an almost absent-minded way, wearing that pained, distracted expression. When an Abnormal emerges suddenly from the side, plywood arm raised for attack, he waits for her to snap to attention and dodge.

Instead, she turns, much too slowly and goes, as if in a daze, "Huh?" The arm slams down on her wires, and she lets out a shriek as she struggles to recalibrate her position while dangling mid-air. His irritation mounting, he swiftly swings over and plucks her out of the air, ignoring her protests, and dumps her unceremoniously on the ground. Following his lead, Eld, Gunther, and Auruo alight on the ground, expressions tight and wary.

"What the hell was that?" he demands. But instead of looking sheepish like she usually would, she shoots him a venomous glare. Like it's his fault she failed to dodge a damn piece of plywood.

"Sorry," she mutters, sounding not the least bit apologetic. Levi stares at her in disbelief. They've been together for a while, sure, but she's never been insubordinate like this, let alone in front of their squadmates, in the middle of drills.

"Ral." His tone is frigid. "I'll say it once more. What the hell was that? You're being out of line, and your drills were atrocious." His tone is harsh, and her gaze snaps to his, bright with fury.

"I said," she hisses, "I was sorry."

He's angry, now. "Well, you sure have a fucking funny way of showing it."

"Oh, fuck you, Levi," she spits, and there's a sharp intake of breath all around – Petra never curses, and she never calls him by name during training.

"Petra!" Eld exclaims. "Sir, as second-in-command, I'll take care of this – you can continue with the drills –"

"Fuck you too, Eld." She gets to her feet, dusting herself off, and glares around at her squadmates.

He's had enough. "Ral, I don't know why you think it's okay to speak to us this way, but –"

"I'm on my period," she finally bites out. She spins around, eyes flashing, and everyone but him takes an involuntary step back. "And I don't know what I did wrong but this time it feels like I'm being stabbed in the abdomen by a thousand daggers and I'm pretty sure I've bled through these stupid fucking white pants and God help me I'm so done with all of you insensitive fuckers."

There's a beat. He finally finds his voice, and says, lamely, "You should have spoken up earlier. You could've gone to the sick bay if it was that bad."

At that, she honest-to-goodness snarls at him, baring her teeth and curling her lip like a cornered animal. "Then. I'll. Go." The words come out in a low growl, and it's all he can do to keep his expression flat and unreadable.

"Go, then." For a second, her mask of fury cracks, and her eyes fill with tears.

But then she turns on her heel and stalks off, her boots crunching in the dust. He notices, belatedly, that there's a smudge of red on the back of her pants.

His squad stands there, shocked into silence. "You go tell her, Auruo," Eld says finally.

"What? No way, you do it, you're second-in-command –"

As the guys argue between themselves, Levi presses his head into his hands and wonders briefly why the universe seems to hate him.

==

Later, when he knocks on the door, he's not surprised when he doesn't get a reply.

Steeling himself for the worst, he pushes the door open a crack. She's not on the bed. Maybe I'll just go in and wait for her, then, he thinks, before a soft moan makes his gaze snap to the ground.

It's Petra, curled up into a fetal position on the ground. She's sweating despite the mild temperature, and her skin has taken on a deathly pallour.

She groans again, and the sound startles him out of his reverie. He opens the door and steps in. "What the hell, Petra?" he mutters under his breath, kneeling on the ground next to her. Her eyes are closed, and he thinks he hears a muffled fuck off before she sighs, turning onto her other side and pulling her knees even more tightly to her chest.

Despite her mumbled protests, he lifts her carefully back onto the bed and pours her a glass of water. "Open," he orders, gently lifting her head and thumbing her lip. She bites his thumb halfheartedly, and he lets out an irritated grunt.

"Dammit, Petra, it's just medicine for the pain. Quit being a stubborn brat and open up already." She mumbles something unintelligible, maybe another curse, but obediently opens her mouth and swallows the small white pill dry, ignoring the glass of water and grimacing as she does it.

Her eyelids flutter weakly, and she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes. "Go away, you ass. Don't wanna talk to you. Ugh, it hurts." She lets out a high-pitched whine, the sound somehow both irritated and agonised at the same time, and he snorts – it's just so Petra for her to be frustrated at her own pain.

"Lie down," he orders, pulling a hot water bottle out his bag and tucking it roughly into her arms. She presses it to her abdomen and curls into the warmth, making a small, pleased sound, and even though her hair clings to her damp forehead and her clothes are a rumpled mess, it's still inexplicably, ridiculously cute.

"Better?" he asks. She nods sleepily – and then, a few moments, just as she seems on the verge of dozing off, she sits up abruptly, almost shoving him off the bed in the process.

She looks at him with wide, panicked eyes. "You – oh, no," she groans. "You can't be here. My room is a mess, I'm a mess, there's a pile of bloody laundry in the corner..." Levi inwardly recoils at that, but manages to keep his face carefully composed, "...and – ugh – just, get out get out get out." She collapses back into bed, throws a pillow at his general direction (he dodges), and lets out a cry that's somewhere between exasperation and embarrassment.

"You're welcome," he deadpans, and she drapes an arm over her flushed face, covering her eyes. "I'll leave soon. Just as soon as you tell me you're okay."

"I'm okay, now get out." Her words are muffled from underneath her arm. With an irritated sigh, he gets up, pausing only when she peeks out from under her arm (again with the ridiculous cute) and asks, "where'd you get the hot water bottle from?"

"Nifa." He frowns, recalling the thinly veiled disapproval on the girl's face when he'd confided in her the morning's events.

"Oh." Her voice is small. "Um. Captain – Levi," she amends, and hesitates.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. You know. For everything. And, uh, sorry for freaking out earlier." Her arm goes back over her face.

"It's fine." Levi lets out a short exhale, and against his better judgment, leans back over her slight figure to gently brush the tangled hair out of her face. Her face is still fever-hot, and she sighs at the coolness of his touch.

"Feel better, Petra," he says, quietly. As he gets up to leave, his eyes flicker to the pile of laundry at the corner at the corner of the room.

Every cell in his cleanliness-obsessed body screams in protest.

Oh, what the hell. Without making a sound, he lifts the bundle into his arms – keeping it as far away from his face as possible – and leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.

Levi Ackerman, he thinks grimly to himself, as he makes his way towards the laundry room, you are such a fucking loser.

==

The next morning, Petra wakes up to a pile of clean, perfectly pressed laundry outside her door.

There's a note. Ral, it says, in a familiar, elegant script, you owe me a new bottle of bleach. Let me know when you're better, because I'm still giving your insubordinate ass a week of latrine duty. C.L.

Carefully, she folds the piece of paper and closes the door behind her. She flops onto her bed, feeling an irrepressible smile spread over her face – and somehow, all of a sudden – the ache in her abdomen doesn't feel quite so bad.

#rivetra #levi x petra #shingeki no kyojin #aot fanfiction #attack on titan #petra ral #levi ackerman #candycity writes

[thelibrarbian]

Rating: T

Chapter word count: 2384

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Movement on the upper floor made Papyrus look up, just in time to see the door to Sans' room open and his brother step out. Sans shuffled up to the banister and leaned against it, looking down into the living room. When his gaze landed on the two skeletons on the couch, his eyebrows shot up, but all he said on the matter was a small "huh".

"did he wake up? thought i heard you guys talking."

"He did - well, somewhat." Papyrus glanced down at Fell, who appeared to be deeply asleep once again. It was less alarming now he knew that Fell wasn't Falling Down, but it was a strange sight nevertheless. He didn't even twitch in response to the talking right next to him, and Papyrus got the distinct impression that he wouldn't stir even if somebody broke down the door and started supplexing the couch. He made sure to keep his voice low anyway. "But I think he will be alright." Eventually. "For now, I suppose he has earned his rest."

Sans gave a vague hum of agreement, leaning heavily against the railing.

Papyrus looked his brother up and down, frowning slightly. "Sans… I know this is a rare thing for me to encourage, but I think you, too, should try to sleep a little. It's still the middle of the night, and while I may not need to nap for such an excessive amount of time, I do believe you're used to your eight hours of snoozing."

Sans chuckled and shook his head before pushing himself back from the banister.  "eh, it's fine." He began to shuffle down the stairs. "you keep telling me i should find hobbies other than napping, right?"

Papyrus raised an eyebrow. "That may be true, and far be it from me to curb your enthusiasm! But maybe we should postpone these plans to a time when you don't look like you're going to pass out standing up?" His quota for passed out skeletons this night was already filled.

"you mean i look bone tired?" Sans winked.

Papyrus let out a huff. "Do not attempt to distract me with your perpetual punning! That one was low even by your standards." He sighed. "But I suppose I can't be too hard on you today. How is Red?"

"still sleeping." Sans reached the bottom of the stairs and leaned against the banister. "and snoring like a chainsaw, that's why my napping's on hold."

Instead of pointing out that Sans usually had no trouble falling asleep even in the noisiest environments, Papyrus waved his brother over. He couldn't exactly give him a hug with Fell on his lap, so he settled for the closest alternative, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Sans raised an eyebrow. "you okay, bro? i mean, i'm not complaining about unprompted cuddles, but…"

Papyrus straightened himself. "Of course! I, the Great Papyrus, master of first aid and healing magic, am perfectly fine!"

Sans didn't look entirely convinced, which was absurd - after all, what reason did Papyrus have to not be okay? Everything was fine. Or would be fine very soon. No, Papyrus was more concerned about his brother - and he would have asked if he really was alright, but he already knew the question would just be shrugged off with another pun.

Setting that aside, though, there were currently two unconscious skeletons in their house, and even though everything was certainly going to be just fine, their unexpected guests would need something to help them recover both health and magic when they woke up. He shared the thought with his brother. "And as much as I would love to volunteer my culinary expertise, I am a little stuck here at the moment," he added. "So if you don't mind lending a hand again…"

"i gotcha, bro." Sans pat Papyrus' hand that was still on his shoulder. "and by that i mean, i'd get grillby's, but-"

Papyrus sighed. "But it's two in the morning," he finished the sentence for him. Grillby, too, belonged to the majority of monsters that slept at night, and therefore couldn't keep his establishment open around the clock. "Fortunately, because I can not in good conscience subject our guests to anything that comes out of that greasehole."

Sans chuckled faintly. "hey, you did like the milkshakes last time."

"The milkshakes are an exception! And do not distract from the issue at hand, brother! No Grillby's! You will need to make do with what we have. Such as…" Papyrus paused, mentally going through the contents of the fridge. Which was a rather small selection, now that he thought about it. Had he known that they would have visitors tonight, he would have moved his weekly shopping trip forward by a day. "Well, aside from your empty chips bag - which I am only tolerating because it's in your half of the fridge - there should be some spaghetti left over from yesterday…"

"oh. uh…" Sans looked aside, rubbing the back of his neck.

Papyrus was still waiting for the day when his brother would speak his honest opinion on his pasta, but today was not the time to have that conversation. He decided to rescue him. "I see what you are thinking, brother! Reheated pasta is not an appropriate meal for our recovering guests. It will be much better fresh, so we shall hold off on the spaghetti until I return with the groceries tomorrow."

Sans' shoulders visibly sagged in relief. "sounds great, bro."

"In the meantime, I believe we still have tomato soup in the freezer."

"nice." Sans gave an appreciative nod, the corners of his permanent grin rising up a little higher. "leave the tomato stuff to me, i got it."

"Thank you, brother." Papyrus gave Sans' shoulder another squeeze before letting him go.

It took a good minute before a realization struck him. "Sans!!" he whisper-yelled after him. "You are not going to put ketchup into that soup!"

All he heard in response was his brother bustling about in the kitchen.

---

It was hard to miss the exact moment when Red woke up. There was a thump and a muffled curse from the upper floor, then the sound of displaced air from a shortcut right next to the couch as Red appeared there, kicking a tangled blanket off his feet. The tension was practically oozing off of him, his eye lights darting once around the room before settling on his brother.

"is he…"

"He is going to be perfectly alright, yes." Papyrus made sure to inject as much sincerity as he could into the statement while still keeping his voice quiet. "He even woke up a little while ago, and I'm sure he will be on the mend in no time at all."

Red only gave a nod, his eye lights still fixed on his brother. Papyrus couldn't blame him.

"How are you feeling, Red? We were worried when you suddenly passed out - as comfortable as our carpet is, I do not think it was intended-"

"'m fine," Red interrupted him. The hollow tone to his voice, the dim eye lights, and the tense set of his shoulders told a different story, but Papyrus didn't press.

"My brother is making soup for all of us," he said instead. "Unless he has fallen asleep in the kitchen, that is. Which, while hardly surprising, would be rather ill-timed, not to mention a fire hazard…" He craned his neck to try and peer into the kitchen, hoping that Sans wasn't really asleep at the stove…

"nah, i'm soup-er awake over here," a familiar voice from the kitchen reassured him.

Red didn't even react to the pun. Instead, his eyes suddenly locked on the skeleton in Papyrus' lap with increased intensity, and Papyrus followed his gaze down.

Fell's sockets were open again. Maybe it was just Papyrus' imagination, but his eye lights looked a little brighter than before, even if he still didn't seem entirely aware. He wasn't trying to move, but the impression Papyrus got was more of a grouchy monster whose sleep had been disturbed rather than anything he really needed to worry about.

Red cracked a grin that was still looking strained. "heh. lookin' pretty cozy there, boss."

The only response was an unintelligible grumble and what seemed to be a weak attempt at a glare, although Papyrus couldn't tell for sure from his position. However, he didn't miss the way Red's shoulders sagged and his expression turned into something less of a tense grimace.

"Would you like to join us, Red?" Papyrus asked.

Red shook his head. "nah, 'm good. don't think ya two cuddle bugs have left enough space for my bony ass, anyway."

The pillow rustled as Fell lifted his head just slightly to look at his brother, and whatever Red saw on his face, it apparently made him change his mind. With a cautiousness Papyrus had never seen him use before, he shuffled over and perched on the very edge of the couch next to Fell's feet, settling a hand on an uninjured part of his leg. "there. happy?" he asked, the gruff tone to his voice not quite matching the care with which he was moving.

Fell gave a vaguely affirmative grunt and snuggled back into the pillows on Papyrus' lap, letting out a soft huff as his body relaxed again.

Red was watching his brother with a rare soft expression on his face that Papyrus had the strong feeling he wasn't supposed to see. He quickly looked away, occupying himself with rearranging the blankets.

There was a brief moment of silence before Red spoke up again. "y'know, i'd say sorry for dumping this on yer doorstep, but…"

Papyrus quickly shook his head. "Oh no, we're very happy to have you as our guests! I mean, I do wish we had you as our guests under different circumstances, but given the situation, I am very, very glad you came here!"

Red shrugged, leaning back against the arm of the couch. His hand remained on his brother's leg. "wasn't like we had much choice." His expression darkened slightly. "'t was either you guys or the doc, and who knows what she woulda…" He trailed off.

Before Papyrus could ask what the issue with their world's version of Alphys was, there was a familiar rush of displaced air as Sans appeared next to the couch, balancing a tray of soup bowls in his hands. "mornin', sleepybones," he greeted the latest arrival on the couch.

Red grumbled good-naturedly, grabbing a bowl before slumping back into his end of the couch, somehow without jostling Fell's legs in the slightest.

Sans unceremoniously plopped down on the ground with his own bowl after handing the third one to Papyrus. "bone appetit."

That particular pun was about as tired as Sans looked, but Papyrus still awarded the attempt with an eyeroll. He carefully took a sip - and yes, there was the unmistakable sweet tang of his brother's favorite condiment. "Sans…"

"'sup, bro?" He let his skull roll back against the couch, innocently grinning up at Papyrus.

"You know exactly what is 'up', brother." It didn't even taste bad, if Papyrus was completely honest, but it was a matter of principle.

"what, not a fan of the soup-prise ingredient? i think it tastes soup-erb."

Papyrus took the bait. "That's three times that you've used 'soup' in the span of five minutes!"

Sans shrugged. "what can i say, it's a classic. though i soup-pose i should ketchup on some new material…"

Papyrus let out a long-suffering sigh and turned to the other Sans in the room. "What about you, Red? Are you enjoying the soup? We can get you something" – he side-eyed his brother – "less ketchup-heavy…"

Red shook his head and gave a thumbs-up at the same time, emptying what appeared to be half the bowl in a single gulp. "nah, soup's perfect. gotta condiment yer cooking, comic."

"Don't encourage him!"

A snicker came from the ground next to the couch. "thanks. gotta admit, i've been stewing over it for a while, so i'm glad at least someone's relishing it."

Papyrus groaned. Quietly, of course, even though Fell seemed dead to the world again… no, that was a bad one.

Red's face suddenly split into a sharp-toothed grin that filled Papyrus with dread. "but ya know, i wonder if we could spice it up-"  

"Please do not wonder!" Papyrus tried to cut him off, but it was already too late.

"say no more." With an equally wide grin, Sans got up and disappeared into another shortcut. He returned a second later with a suspiciously yellow condiment bottle and tossed it at his alternate on the couch, who expertly caught it.

"Do not think I don't see how you're fully exploiting the fact that I can't get up right now!" Papyrus whisper-yelled.

Red made full eye contact as he uncapped the bottle and, teasingly slowly, turned it upside down above his bowl. Somehow, his grin widened even further.

Groaning, Papyrus threw an arm over his eye sockets (albeit slightly less dramatically than he would have done without a sleeping skeleton on his lap) so he didn't have to watch him squirt an ungodly amount of mustard into his soup. "Why??" he lamented. "Why must I be plagued by the only two monsters in existence who will ruin a perfectly good tomato soup with condiments?"

He sensed more than saw the bottle flying past him and back to Sans. There was another squelch of mustard being squeezed into soup.

"I swear, you're only doing this to torment me!"

"hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it, bro."

"I don't need to try it to know that mustard has no place in a tomato soup!"

"nah," Red chimed in. "i think ya just haven't mustard up the courage fer it."

Papyrus buried his face in his hands.

"what's the matter, creampuff? can't take what we're dishin' out?"

Papyrus let out a perfectly silent screech to keep himself from smiling at the horrendous puns. Not to smile at the two Sanses' laughter that rewarded him proved more difficult, though. Playing along with their jokes was comfortable, familiar - and just for a little while, it was easier to pretend that everything truly was alright.

#undertale #undertale fanfiction #papyrus #sans #underfell sans #underfell papyrus #(although he's unconscious for most of the chapter) #platonic edgepuff #hurt/comfort #my writing #out of action fic

[writingwhimsey]

My Pirate Lord and Our Life Ch. 3

Chapter 3

I awoke to the sun streaming in through the open window. It took me a moment to realize that Motonari was no longer in bed with me. I sat up and looked around the room for him. It was then that I noticed a food tray sitting beside the bed.

Some of my favorites were on the tray along with a single flower. I smiled as I picked up the flower and brought it to my nose, knowing that Motonari had left this for me. There was a knock on my door then just before it slid open. Masamune was standing there carrying a tray himself.

"Alright, lass time for your pre-wedding breakfa- looks like someone else beat me to it." Masamune said with a smile.

I gave him a sheepish grin. "I did say Motonari makes me breakfast every morning."

"Never would have guessed him for the kind that spoils his woman." Masamune teased. "That should make Hideyoshi happy."

I laughed. "It definitely makes me happy...oh and I could definitely eat some of what you made, too. I mean you did go through the trouble of making me breakfast."

"It's alright." Masamune assured me. "I can always give this to the Mitsu's. Though they won't appreciate it nearly as well as you do...besides I'm making your wedding feast. So you can eat up at the banquet after."

"Alright, sounds like a deal." I happily agreed.

Masamune smiled at me and then turned to head back down the hall. It was then that Hideyoshi was approaching. "I thought you were bringing Ava breakfast?"

"Someone already beat me to it." Masamune replied and then scooted past Hideyoshi.

"Huh?" Hideyoshi asked as he walked into my room. He then noticed the tray. "Did...Motonari leave you breakfast?"

I nodded. "Yes, he did."

Hideyoshi actually seemed impressed. "That...actually looks like a pretty nutritious spread."

"He's a very good cook." I replied.

"I still don't know if I trust him as a good husband for you...but it's definitely a start."

I smiled at Hideyoshi. "Well, at least there's progress. You may just end up liking him yet."

"You had better eat. You've got a long day ahead of you." Hideyoshi told me.

I nodded. "Right."

After eating my breakfast, the maid were coming in to let me know it was time to start getting ready. I took a nice bath and slid into my robes. Then I was back in my room. Hideyoshi insisted on helping me with my hair.

"You know Hideyoshi, you don't have to do this." I said as I sat in front of the mirror.

"Just because I still don't approve of your choice in groom doesn't mean I will let my little sister not look her best for her wedding."

"Just let him fuss over you. This is his way of saying he's missed you." Mitsuhide teased as he came in my room.

"Yes, this is the happiest Hideyoshi has been since you left." Nobunaga added as he came in.

"Awe, Hideyoshi."

"Like I'm the only one who misses having her around." Hideyoshi replied.

"We've all missed you Lady Ava." Mitsunari agreed.

"Speak for yourself. It's been nice not having to worry about her tripping and falling and causing problems." Ieyasu grumbled.

"Ah, come on Ieyasu don't act like you haven't been missing our princess." Keiji teased, giving Ieyasu a good natured slap on the back.

Ieyasu grumbled some unintelligible response.

"It is a bit less entertaining without my favorite toy to tease." Mitsuhide said, grinning. "Not only that but without you there to distract him, Masamune is constantly trying to shove food down my throat and Hideyoshi is lecturing me all the time."

"Someone has to lecture you and Masamune has to shove food down your throat or else you won't eat." Hideyoshi countered.

"See."

Though there was so much teasing going on, I couldn't help but to smile. It warmed my heart to know that I was loved so well by these people. My found family.

"You guys." I said suddenly feeling the need to dab at my eyes as happy tears sung at them.

Hideyoshi worked to finish my hair and then Mitsuhide was helping me with my makeup. It felt a bit odd to have him dabbing the bit of rouge on my lips and cheeks, but it was oddly calming. Once that was all done, I was kicking them out and calling the maids in to help me get dressed. I was determined that no one was going to see me until the ceremony. I was also determined that Motonari was going to be the first one to see me in my dress.

Motonari...

Motonari quickly got dressed and exited his room. Hiroyoshi greeted him with a smile. "What are you smiling so big for, ya old goat?" Motonari greeted him.

"Just thinking what a happy day this is, my lord." Hiroyoshi answered. "It has been a long time in the making."

"You act like you never thought you'd see the day."

"Me? No, my lord. I've always had faith in you."

Motonari laughed. "Well, I never thought I'd see this day."

"A good woman does tend to change one's perspective." Hiroyoshi told him.

"Yeah." Motonari agreed as he looked down at his gloved hands. He still wore them, but only took them off for Ava. Any time he touched her, he would take them off, having made that vow that he wouldn't keep any barriers between them.

"There you are."

Motonari silently grumbled as he turned to see Hideyoshi, mother hen of the Oda forces, coming his way. He had that stern look on his face. "Not exactly hiding, you know." He spoke to him, keeping his cool.

"Look, as far as I'm concerned Ava is my little sister and I feel like she could do better than you." Hideyoshi explained. "But she asked me to give you a chance because for reasons I can't fathom, she's in...lo...lo...love with you."

Motonari had a hard time not smirking. "You still choking on that one?"

Hideyoshi glared at him. "Shut up. I'm not finished. I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt...I do know people can change. But I swear if you ever make her cry from anything other than being happy, I will hunt you down and make you wish for death."

"I'd welcome the challenge, but then that would mean doing something to hurt m'lady and I ain't about to do that."

Hideyoshi just nodded and then headed off. It was almost time for the wedding to start. There was a shrine not far from the castle where the ceremony would take place. The guests were already heading there to wait for the ceremony to begin.

"My lord, it would appear the princess is ready." Hiroyoshi said as he saw one of the maids come into view.

Motonari nodded with a smile and headed to see his bride. She was waiting out on the veranda, all decked out in her dress, her hair done up, and makeup fixed. Her dress was a combination of kimono and western style clothing. She was framed in golden sunlight and flowers seemed to dance around her as the autumn breeze pulled them from the trees.

"There's my girl."

Ava smiled as she turned to face him. Her eyes widened in a grtifying way as she looked at him, dressed in his wedding clothes. Her smile then turned a bit mischievous. "So, what do you think?" She asked gesturing to her dress. "Was it worth the wait?"

Motonari removed a glove and reached for her hand. "It's nothing like what I was expecting." He answered. "Course I've never seen anything more beautiful...'cept maybe when yer not wearing anything and moanin' my name."

Ava blushed, but didn't look away from him. "You would have to bring that up now."

"Can't help it." He replied leaning down to kiss her cheek. "Especially when it makes ya look at me like that."

Ava was about to say something else, when Hiroyoshi approached them. "My lord, Princess it's time." He said, smiling warmly at them.

Motonari nodded. "Right. We'll be right there." He then looked at Ava. He could see worry in her eyes though. "What is it?" He asked.

"Just thinking about the ceremony." She answered. "The sake...are you going to be alright with that part? You won't be too...uncomfortable?"

She would worry about something like that. He thought, though he loved her all the more for it. Admittedly having to drink sake from a cup that was poured by anyone else...the thought made his skin crawl, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd put up with something that made him highly uncomfortable. Though this would be the first time that he did so to actually have something that made him happy come as a result.

"I'll be uncomfortable." He admitted. He knew there was no sense in hiding it from her. "But I'll be alright because once it's all over, I'll get to call you my wife. You make everything worth it."

Ava's smile was bright as the sun as she looked at him. Tears of happiness gathered at the corners of her eyes. "Motonari..."

He leaned down and gave her lips a gentle kiss. "Come on, flower girl." He told her, gently tugging on her hand. "Try not to cry too much though or else your big brother plans on hunting me down."

Ava laughed. "Wait...Hideyoshi didn't give you a speech did he?"

"He sure did."

Ava shook her head. She let Motonari lead her out of the castle, smiling as the wedding procession began.

They soon arrived at the shrine and the ceremony began. All of their closest friends there to share in the special moment. When the first cup of sake was poured and handed to Motonari, he had already replaced his gloves. With practiced motions he took the cup, fighting the crawling feeling he felt over his skin as he did.

He noticed Ava watching him, that look of love and concern in her eyes. Though more than just her concern her eyes seemed to communicate that she was there for him. She was the one person who truly knew him and she still remained here at his side. She chose to be here with me today and every day...for her I can do this. He thought as he sipped the sake and then passed the small cup to her.

As he passed the cup, Ava gently brushed her fingers over his gloved hands and gave him a smile. It was as if she were encouraging him and sharing her strength with him. This was it, this was what real love and real trust was.

Feeling her love for him and his own love for her, Motonari was able to make it through the next two cups of sake and the rest of the ceremony. Once the ceremony was concluded, it was time to go back to the castle for a celebratory feast.

Chapter 4 below!

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[crookswithbooks]

How To Seduce A Talking Cat

Day Ten - Bean helps Elfo come up with strategies on how to seduce their favorite demon and Elfo himself continues to be awkward and terrible at most everything.               

Waking up in a pool of sunlight was usually an enjoyable experience for the demon, but in the wintertime the reflections off the snow were enough that he was practically blinded when he first opened his eyes. Luci slowly uncurled from his position on the windowsill, stretching out his back. What he was not expecting was to be met with the waiting eyes of Elfo, head tilted slightly as he watched him.

Luci stifled a strangled yelp, quickly straightening out. “Okay dude, super creepy.”

“You know you look just like a cat when you sleep,” Elfo told him as the demon hopped off the windowsill. “I half expected you to start purring.”

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I’m not a cat,” he grumbled, his tail curling in annoyance. “I’m a demon and I’d kill your parents for half a corn chip.”

“But you don’t like corn chips.”

“Exactly.”

“I don’t get it.”

Teasing Elfo was a gamble each time. Sometimes it was as easy as calling him short and sometimes the meaning of his words flew completely over the elf’s head. “You know Elfo, it’s amazing how you’re even less fun in the morning than all the other times of the day. It’s almost impressive in a way.”

“Thank you!”

Luci scampered out the door to go find some drunk scholb to torment, grumbling something about early mornings and annoying elves.

Elfo sighed, flopping back down on the bed. Bean was curled up on her side, having passed out soundly after last night’s shenanigans. Her hair formed a tangled mat around her head and she snored quietly. There had been moments when the sight of her would have set Elfo’s heart aflutter. It still sort of did. Now though, he found his attentions were held by another, more antagonistic force.

“Have you ever been in love?” Elfo asked her distractedly, watching the doorway where Luci’s form had been moments before.

“Mmm… love…” Bean’s murmurings were almost unintelligible, her barely conscious mind slurring her words. “Warm hands… why yes I will join you in your chambers tonight…”

“Like, genuine love,” Elfo continued, oblivious to the fact that Bean was clearly not listening. “Love where you would do anything just to get them to notice you?”

“Do anything…” Bean snorted, pulling her pillow in close so that she was practically straddling the material. “You can do whatever you want to me…”

“But the thing is, the person in question’s not good for you. Like, objectively speaking, just a terrible influence and not a good person to boot. Yet all the same you can’t help falling for their infuriating charms.”

“Boots…” Bean muttered, finding herself more and more awake with every second. “Am I wearing boots in bed?” She kicked them off, groaning as she sat up.

Elfo’s eyes widened with realization. “Oh my goodness. I’m in love with Luci.”

“What?”

Elfo slid off the bed, pressing his hands to the side of his head. “I can’t believe I never realized it before. I just assumed those fluttery feelings in my stomach were hatred, but then I realized they were the same feelings I used to get when I looked at you and I just—”

“Hold up a second,” Bean interrupted, holding up a hand to stop him. This was not the kind of news you wanted sprung on you while dealing with a hangover. “You’re in love with Luci? Luci? The demon? My demon? In love?”

“I think so!” Elfo gnawed on his lip anxiously, not interpreting Bean’s distress. “I mean, now that I think about it, the signs are pretty obvious. I love hanging out with him, whenever he makes fun of me I get all hot and bothered, and sometimes when I look at him I find myself thinking he’s… cute? Like, these aren’t friend feelings, are they?”

“How long have you been in love with Luci?” Bean exclaimed, lost and bewildered at the turn the conversation was taking. “How did I miss this? And why Luci? And why you?”

“I don’t know, a couple months now,” Elfo said in answer to her first question. “At least I think so. It’s hard to pin down. I mean, I’ve always sort of felt this way, if I really track it back, but it’s only recently that I started to be fully aware of it.”

“Am I losing my touch?” Bean gasped. “My best friends were in love and I never realized. I can’t believe it.” She grabbed Elfo’s arm, momentarily pulling him out of his funk and forcing him to look at her. “Well, what are you going to do about it?”

Elfo shrugged uncomfortably, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “I don’t know… I was thinking I would just pine endlessly now that I know how I feel and prolong the inevitable rejection.”

“No, no, no!” It was possibly due to the seven beers she had drunk last night, but Bean found herself weirdly invested in this newfound realization of Elfo’s. She had always found it difficult to navigate her own love life so focusing on someone else’s was a welcome distraction. “You have to tell him.”

Elfo snorted, a derisive noise that shot down any possibility of acceptance. “Please. There is no way that he feels the same way. Luci’s a demon. I’m… well, me. It wouldn’t work.”

Bean folded her legs under her, gripping her hands in concentration. “There’s got to be something…” She racked her brain, digging through her hangover for ideas. After a couple minutes of her doing this and Elfo waiting unimpressed, her eyes shot open with excitement. “I got it! Mistletoe!”

“What?” Elfo frowned. “You want me to grow mistletoe?”

“No stupid.” She stood up, pacing back and forth. “You find a way to get both you and Luci under the mistletoe at the same time, and then once you’ve kissed him you can confess your undying love for him. It’ll be perfect. It always works in those books Derek is constantly reading. I only know because sometimes I use the pages to smoke drugs and accidentally catch glimpses of the words.”

“I don’t know…” Elfo said skeptically. “Who’s to say Luci will even follow the rules of mistletoe? He doesn’t seem like the rule-following type.”

Bean waved a hand, dismissing the idea before it could even take form. “He will.”

“How do you know?”

Bean didn’t answer and Elfo reluctantly followed her as she continued to go through several ideas for their plan.

A day later, Elfo sat at the table in the grand hall with a glass of beer and a stomach full of nerves. Operation Luci-Under-The-Mistletoe was ago, or LUTM as Bean has so affectionately named it. Above him was a mistletoe tied to the rafters. The beer had been Bean’s suggestion, the idea being that Luci would be unable to resist the alcohol and would be forced to sit next to him.

He had been waiting there for nearly fifteen minutes before Luci finally wandered back into the castle. He slipped in through the crack in the doorway, eyes widening as he caught sight of Elfo nervously gripping a glass of shoddy beer. “Oh. Elfo. Hey.”

“Luci!” Elfo exclaimed a bit too loudly. Now that he had named his feelings he found it harder to be around the demon without being awkward. Luci raised an eyebrow and he flushed. “Hey there... bud… how’s your day been?”

“Great. Set two children on fire in front of their parents.” Luci crawled onto the bench, far enough away that he wasn’t technically under the mistletoe. “They screamed for a long time. A couple of times the fire went out and I had to re-light it which was troublesome, but such is the sacrifices I make for art.”

“Geez,” Elfo muttered, queasy just at the thought of it. Of all the people he had to fall for, it had to be a demon. “That sounds… terrible.”

“It was,” Luci agreed dreamily.

“Hey,” Elfo said casually, twisting the bottle on the table in what he hoped was an inconspicuous motion. “I was just getting ready to down a couple of cold ones if you wanted to maybe join me?” He threw in the maybe despite himself, nerves getting the best of him.

Luci examined the cracked bottle containing clearly not cold beer. “Yeah… so, as fun as that sounds, I’m actually good. I was getting ready to go get baked and yell at people in the streets, though, if you wanted to come with me?”

“Sure,” Elfo agreed miserably, setting the bottle back down a little too hard on the table. Plan #1 was a bust, which meant it was back to the drawing board for him.

 A couple days later and Elfo sat loosely tied to the throne with a mistletoe hung directly above him, waiting for Luci to come back from breakfast. The plan now was that Luci would try to help him out and as soon as he was close enough Elfo would slip the knots and kiss him. Elfo was skeptical about the plan as it required Luci wanting to help anyone, but Bean was confident in this one so he went with it. He twisted against the chair, the hard wood digging into his back uncomfortably.

Luci’s amusement when he finally found him was unending and Elfo almost wanted to die right then and there, mistletoe be damned.

“Wow,” Luci whistled appreciatively, circling him. “Just wow. Who did you say did this to you again?”

“The kids from the village,” Elfo muttered under his breath, repeating the words Bean had instructed him to say. It was all the more embarrassing due to the plausibility of the situation. “Could you possibly help me out of here?”

“And you’re really stuck?” Luci clarified, just standing there and, more importantly, not helping him. “Like, you can’t get out at all?”

“No,” Elfo assured him in what he hoped was a convincing lie.

Luci examined him for a moment longer, clearly deciding the truth of the statement. Finally he shrugged, walking towards the still open door.

“W-Wait!” Elfo cried out in a panic, wanting to rush after him but not wanting to give away the fact that he wasn’t really stuck. “Where are you going? Aren’t you going to help me?”

“It seems like you’re really stuck in there,” Luci said over his shoulder, strolling out the doorway. “Why would I ruin such a perfect oppurtunity?”

Seconds later he was gone and Elfo slumped against the rope, defeated yet again.

 His third try was a last-ditch attempt and one that he wasn’t proud of by any definition of the word. Tied to the front of his hat was a sprig of mistletoe, making it impossible for anyone to get close to him without being in range of the plant. It was obvious and mortifying if anyone saw him—which, if Bean’s plan was to work, they would have to. Specifically Luci.

Luci took one look at him and burst into laughter, doubling over in amusement. Elfo blushed furiously, bristling at the reaction. “Oh my god, Elfo, man, this is just so desperate. What lady is ever going to want to kiss you with that on your head?”

Elfo didn’t even bother to come up with a response, ripping the hat off and throwing it to the ground. He stormed off, Luci’s laughter echoing down the halls after him.

 Eventually, Elfo was forced to resign himself to the facts. Luci didn’t want to kiss him; that much was obvious. And no amount of tricks, clever ploys, or traditional plants were going to change that. The sooner he allowed himself to accept that, the sooner he could get over the stinging phase of rejection.

He sat curled up in the windowsill of Bean’s room, the place where this whole stupid charade had begun. His knees were pulled up to his chest and in one hand he held a piece of mistletoe, glaring at it with as much hatred as he could muster.

“Stupid plant,” he muttered angrily, crushing it between his fingers. “Stupid Bean, stupid Luci, stupid feelings—”

“Are you talking to yourself again?”

He jumped at the sound of Luci’s voice. He shoved the mistletoe behind him quickly; there was no way he would be able to deal with the embarrassment of Luci catching him holding it.

“No,” he protested, wishing for once that Luci would just go away. As always, Luci ignored his wishes and hopped up on the windowsill opposite him, examining him curiously. “Why are you here? Don’t you have more important things to be doing?”

“Not really. I just finished poisoning the local drinking water, so my schedule’s clear for the next couple hours.” Luci watched him for a moment before his tail snapped out suddenly and snatched the mistletoe from behind Elfo’s back. Elfo gasped, shooting out a hand to retrieve it but it was already too late. Luci smiled, holding up the mistletoe in both their line of sight. “Thinking of kissing someone, huh?”

“I…” Elfo struggled to come up with a convincing story, but between all the plans he and Bean had come up with lately, not to mention his inherently guilty conscious, he found himself all out of lies. “I was, yeah. But they don’t want to kiss me back.”

“How do you know that? Did they tell you?”

“No,” Elfo admitted. “But they don’t have to. They’re super cool and mysterious and I’m… you know.”

“Elfo?”

“Exactly.”

His head drooped in misery. A couple seconds later, however, he felt a soft hand grip his chin and tilt it upwards. He found Luci standing next to him, the mistletoe held squarely over them by his tail. Elfo gaped at the sight, glancing between it and Luci’s face. “But—I thought—”

“I knew what you were trying to do,” Luci admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve known since the beginning. I just thought I shouldn’t give the win to you that easy. And I have to say, it was fun messing with you. Sorry about that. by the way. Bad habits, demon and all that.”

“So then you…” Elfo struggled to deal with the information he was being handed. “You knew that I liked you and you weren’t disgusted?”

“Of course not,” Luci snorted. “Do you know how many things I’ve been with on this planet? You’re hardly the most revolting thing.”

“Thanks,” Elfo said dryly.

“You know what I mean.”

“So you, too…?”

“Don’t make me say it,” Luci snapped, and if Elfo didn’t know better he could have sworn he spotted a faint blush on the demon’s cheeks. He wiggled the mistletoe then, a mischievous look entering his eyes. “Now, I believe I owe you something?”

Kissing Luci was never something Elfo would imagine in even his wildest of dreams, but life, as he quickly found out, was full of surprises. Normally, Elfo was not that fond of surprises, but in this case he decided to make an exception.

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[undertaker1827]

Hi!! May I request Sebastian and Ronald w a s/o that sleep talks? She rarely does but when she does sleep talk its just her yelling out iconic meme? Bonus of the sleep talking get progressively more aggressive, like its starts w “put GERARD BaCk!” And then the next time she yells “bitch gon step on my fucking toe bitch w them fucking cowgirl fucking boots bitch DIGOISTIN” (oki ik this is so old but its iconic😂😅)

Why hello yes of course you can!! Sorry this took me so long to write, hope it’s what you wanted I tried so hard I really did ahhh

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Sebastian Michælis

You had never really been one to talk in your sleep. Given that mostly Sebastian avoided doing it all together - he didn’t actually need to sleep as a demon - he would often just hold you while you rested. If he had nothing to do which involved a deadline, he found laying with you to be quite the comfort after a long day filled with incompetent servants and constant complaints from his Young Lord over wifi speed. If Sebastian had told the boy they’d got the fastest broadband anywhere, he’d done it a thousand times. He would allow his hand to stroke back through your hair, fingertips lightly grazing your scalp whilst you slept peacefully as he mulled over the days events. Granted, it gave him time to think, but more importantly he enjoyed knowing you were safe, finding that the thought gave him peace of mind.

One night, he was doing just that. You had gone to sleep a couple of hours ago, Sebastian laying on his back and you curled into his side, your head resting on his chest and him holding you tightly. You were slumbering peacefully, or at least he thought you were. You had started mumbling something intelligible, though Sebastian had to remark to himself that you sounded incredibly confused. He continued to listening to your mumbling until you finally came up with a sentence he could understand. You turned to face the demon, eyes open wide and expression entirely serious, stating, “Road work ahead? Yeah, I sure hope it does!” You proceeded to close your eyes and bury your face in Sebastian’s chest, resuming your usual calm breathing pattern as if nothing had ever happened. So amused was the demon at your apparent distress that his hand had paused, half hidden in your hair and his shoulders were jumping with silent laughter that he didn’t even try to cover up.

The next time you talked in your sleep, some several months later, you had rushed in from work, collapsed on Sebastian’s sofa then lost consciousness about five minutes later. From what you had told him, it was something of a stressful day and there was one colleague in particular you were ready to murder in cold blood. When you started mumbling, he immediately rushed to your side, phone in hand and determined to catch whatever you said this time on video. He still remembered your nervous confusion from the last time so clearly that it sounded like you were speaking aloud every time he thought of it and chuckled at the thought of something similar happening again. By the end of a good 20 minutes, all recorded so that the viewer would be entirely unaware of Sebastian’s silent chuckling, you had told someone to come back as you hadn’t finished insulting them yet, claimed you “sits but did not fits”, accused someone else of having harboured a red dot the entire time and ended with a disgusted “I had fun once. It was awful.”

When you woke up half an hour later, Sebastian immediately brandished his phone in your face to make you watch something he claimed was inordinately funny, without telling you what it was first. As you watched sleeping-you gradually get more upset through the video, your smirk grew until you were laughing long with your boyfriend.

“I knew it!” You announced at last, “My soul and Grumpy Cat’s are linked!!”

However, it was your most recent escapade, in Sebastian’s mind at least, which was the best. It was once again the middle of the night, Sebastian holding you close as you slept blissfully on. You started muttering something he couldn’t decipher, then quietened down again, only to start up once more. As he listened to your slurred speech, he decided what you were doing would be better classed as grumbling than muttering, clearly very annoyed over something. Then, and this was the only way he could possibly describe it, your grumbling simply intensified. It continued doing so until you were practically yelling, but he couldn’t understand a word you were saying. That was until the very last moment, when you screamed, demonically if he did say so himself then claimed in a false, almost sing-song tone, “Everything’s fine.” Having said your piece, you flopped back down, face buried in a pillow and said nothing more for the remainder of the night. If Sebastian’s eyes held a little of a glimmer in the morning than usual, you certainly thought it suited him - though you were ignorant as to what had caused it.

Ronald Knox

Ronald had been entirely unaware that you talked in your sleep at all. You had never mentioned it to him, either by way of warning or whilst relating a funny story that had come about because of something you said unconsciously, and it became apparent to him that his was because you had no idea you did it. You barely ever spoke a word, but sometimes, sometimes you did; these cases were, in Ronald’s opinion, some of the most iconic things you ever said.

He first discovered your sleep talking when he had come in very late from dispatch, having been left with mountains of paperwork, and quietly slipped into bed next to you. He gave a lopsided grin when you automatically moved closer to him until you were wrapped securely in his arms with your head resting on your shoulder. The reaper found he couldn’t get to sleep immediately, so instead settled for taking in your slightly dishevelled, beautiful appearance. Some of your hair was pressed into a strange angle from how you had been laying and he couldn’t see your glittering eyes, but all he could think was how amazing you were. He was disrupted from his thoughts quite quickly though. You began muttering, sounding most distressed, however he was able to pick our at least part of what you said.

“I’m disgusted, I’m revolted, I dedicate my entire life to my Lord and Saviour and this is the thanks I get.” By the end of your speech, you had curled up into a ball and all but hidden your face from Ronald entirely. The reaper couldn’t help his grin as he put a hand up to your back and ran it along your spine comfortingly, soothing you as best he could. He only hoped you would wake up before he left for work in the morning so he could tell you what had happened.

It wasn’t until a few months later that you talked in your sleep again. This time, you had been watching something of a movie marathon with Ronald only for your eyes to drift close halfway through the third film, head falling heavily onto his shoulder despite your best efforts to stay awake. The reaper was neither surprised nor bothered by this development, simply continuing to watch the film with an arm slung securely over you. You both stayed like this for a long time, the film a good two thirds of the way through, when you started shifting around a little bit, a hand moving to grip his arm. Then, you whined. Literally whined, as though you were a heartsick dog. That alone brought a lopsided grin to Ronald’s face, but what really did him in was when you started telling someone how nice their hair looked, then followed it up with, “Why can’t you just tAke thE cOmpLimeeEEE-” which just descended into unintelligible whining again. Honestly, he was surprised his laughter didn’t wake you up. He couldn’t even keep a straight face when he related the story to you later on.

His favourite instance, however, occurred when you had spent the day walking around London together, just exploring the streets and seeing things you had never really taken much notice of before. It was late when you got back and you decided to stay over at Ronald’s place rather than make your way back to your own. You had both settled down, slumbering in each other’s embrace when your loud, frantic voice yelled out through the room, startling Ronald awake even as you carried on sleeping.

“Din-din in T minus five seconds!!” The reaper almost fell out of the bed in shock, whipping around to see where the threat was only to realise what your actual words were. A chuckle escaped his lips as his gaze fell back to your sleeping form, face pressed against a soft pillow. He leaned down, intending to lay a gentle kiss on your shoulder. As it happened, you threw an arm out to the side so suddenly that he didn’t have time to catch it or dodge, meaning he got smacked straight across the face. You jumped up to scream, “Evacuate the kItcHEN!!” Proceeding to lay down again and resume peacefully resting as if nothing at all had happened. You had left Ronald sitting up with a hand pressed against one eye, the other held in front of him to fend you off if necessary yet a smirk still on his lips. He soon descended into full on, cackling laughter, so loud that he startled you awake and was left incapable of telling you what happened for a good ten minutes, though during that time you managed to pry his hand away from his face to find he had a blossoming black eye. You were mortified when you discovered that you were the one who had given it to him, but that just made it funnier for him.

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