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verahella · 2 months

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ᡣ𐭩 HQ DAD MOMENTS !

✎ feat. k. kozume, k. tobio, o. tooru

ᡣ𐭩 KENMA KOZUME

it’s about three a.m and kenma really needs to pee but he’s scared that you’ll creep up on him and scold him, like his parents used to (he swears he’s an adult). he sighs, family never changes.

the door creaks open.

kenma spins in his chair slowly, “now listen, i can explain—”

his baby sits on the ground, big curious eyes wandering from him to the monitor.

kenma lets out a sigh, pulling his headphones down to his neck, “shouldn’t you be asleep?”

miyu tilts her head as if to ask him the same question.

“fine, fine.” kenma mutters, picking her up and wrapping an arm around her to keep warm as he spins back around, “i’ll let you play with me as long as you keep quiet.”

he narrows his eyes at her, “and no throwing up or pooping.”

miyu smooshes kenma’s cheeks together in acceptance and he nods, holding out a finger to which she wraps her hand around. “we have a deal then, partner in crime.”

the next twenty minutes pass in a blur, with his daughter criticising him with her babbles and pulling on the strings of his hoodie while kenma tries to shush her in the quietest way possible. the sound of keys being smashed fills the silence as kenma takes a break, rubbing his eyes.

he freezes immediately when he hears footsteps trudging to his room. oh shit.

kenma prays that it’s some ghost instead of his wife but he knows the pattern of those steps too well. kenma rushes to manoeuvre under the table and miyu lets out a traitorous giggle when he bangs his head.

the door opens and you yawn, rubbing your eyes.

“kenma?”

“what the—” your eyes squint in the bright glare of the monitor but even half asleep and caught between reality and dreams, you don’t think kenma can shrink so quickly, “where’s papa?”

your baby stares at you blankly, sitting in her dad’s gaming chair and wearing too large headphones that slip off her ears.

kenma doesn’t have to look to know she snitched so he sneaks out of his hiding place. not before banging his head once again though.

like the sadists his family is, miyu laughs again while you give him a look that says ‘you deserved it’.

he rubs his poor head to soothe it, “listen, i can explain—”

“you’re on diaper duty for the whole of next week.”

ᡣ𐭩 KAGEYAMA TOBIO

it breaks tobio’s heart when your daughter comes home from school with a tear stained face. her unicorn backpack is dropped on the floor with a thud as she rushes to burrow herself into her dad’s leg.

tobio picks her up and settles her onto his lap, frowning as he awkwardly pats her head. your daughter curls into him, fisting his shirt tightly.

“what happened?”

your daughter looks up at him, eyes brimming with tears, “s-some boy said that my nails s-sucked.” she mumbles through a soft pout on her lips.

tobio’s frown deepens as he looks down at her chubby fingers fiddling with his shirt. sure, one hand with pink glitter and the other with various shades of rainbow wouldn’t be his first choice but anything looks cute on his girl (his words, not mine.)

“they’re idiots. your nails are fine.”

he thinks that isn’t the right thing to say when her bottom lip starts wobbling. panic twists into his chest and he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind, “you can paint mine.”

her sniffles pause, “really?”

no. he doesn’t want to go out with gem nails from a five year old’s nail kit. “really.”

her eyes brighten up and tobio thinks the impending doom of embarrassment is worth bearing when she bounces and skips to get her nail kit.

hours of frozen playing in the background pass and that’s how you find your husband finishing up the last of his clumsily painted nails at ten in the night, your daughter tucked into a burrito of blankets and drooling on his chest.

your gaze snags on the heart drawn on his hand and a soft smile spreads on your lips when you recognise the initials.

yeah. when the prize is his favourite girls’ smiles, tobio can definitely deal with his deformed hello kitty nails being captured on camera in his next match.

ᡣ𐭩 OIKAWA TORU

you’ve made many mistakes in your life but you’re starting to think that your biggest one yet is bringing oikawa to the mall with you.

he was already unbearable when you were dating, buying you anything and everything that you glanced at for more than ten seconds. but now, it’s reached a point where you debate between pretending not to know him (which is hard when you both have the same last name) or straight up abandoning him and going home.

“babe! check this out!”

you sigh at his excited yell and your baby mirrors your annoyance from her stroller, “what is it this time?”

“isn’t this just adora—hey, careful! that’s my foot!” you stop just short of running over oikawa with the stroller. he sighs and holds up a pastel dress only slightly bigger than his hand, “isn’t it adorable? the bow is cute too.”

he leans down to the stroller, eyes sparkling, “you like it, don’t you, yuko-chan?”

your baby spits out her pacifier in response, crossing her chubby arms. you barely stifle a laugh at oikawa’s shoulders drooping.

“you’ve been spending way too much time with that thug, uncle iwa.” toru pouts.

at the mention of her favourite person in the world, yuko brightens up, clapping her hands. this time, you do laugh when oikawa’s jaw drops open.

“you wound my heart, yuko-chan.” he places a hand over his heart, letting out a sigh like a damsel in distress, “give papa a kiss and fix him up again.”

he looks down at her and finds her chewing on her thumb, attention diverted to a panda plushie. oikawa sighs and takes matters into his own hands, lifting up the baby to his eye level. the two have an intense staring contest before yuko pulls down her lower eyelid, blowing a raspberry at her father.

“wonder who she learnt that from,” you say drily.

your daughter is the only one who, aside from you, can humble her father and she does a good job at it, humiliating him everyday. oikawa doesn’t mind though, offensiveness gone in an instant as he peppers kisses all over yuko’s face. he coos at her little grunts before carrying his victim over to another trial of clothes.

you smile at your little family and follow them, dropping the panda plushie into the cart. you know toru will come back looking for it again anyway if you don’t.

anything to make his little girl happy.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #oikawa x reader #kenma x reader #kageyama x reader #oikawa toru #kenma kozume #kageyama tobio #vera’s.hq.library.✎

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hirsheyskisses · 8 months

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OP Boys: Special Hugs (#1)

Luffy & Zoro

(Short Scenario)

Monkey D. Luffy

☆ Honestly, he's a hugger. Let's be real here, Maybe not like, the INSTANT he meets you, but the moment you are on his crew (trust me.. you'll get on the crew..) you are one of the many subjects of his physical contact

☆ a lot of times it may come off as way too energetic, arms being thrown around you or pulling you around, man's has no sense of a personal bubble

☆ but it gets (worse? Better? You don't know) when feelings get involved. If he didn't make it blatantly obvious he liked you, then you're either the densest person on the planet, or Luffy is horrible at flirting

☆ Let's be real here, it's probably both

☆ There is no escaping at that point.

"Hey! Where'd (Name) go?!"

Luffy questioned. He'd been searching on the Sunny forever, yet he couldn't find you! He'd checked the kitchen, your room, the pantry, the crows nest..

"(Name)? I think they're down in the medical bay with Chopper. They looked a bit under the weather." Nami didn't even spare him a glance: she was so focused on her map he was partially surprised she answered. But that was fine, because Luffy was focused too!

"(NAME)-"

He threw open the door to the medical bay, only to find you on the bed and leaning against the wall. Chopper looked up frantically and put his paws up, "they're sick! You shouldn't come in here-" "hey, Luffy." You rasped, and offered him a weak smile. Luffy completely ignored Choppers advice and ran to your side, protectively wrapping his arms around you.

"You're sickkkk? That sucks.. Chopper will make ya feel better though! Should we give them some meat?!"

You chuckled as you attempted to remove yourself from his grasp while Chopper sighed, "no, they need soft food! And you should leave Luffy, or you may get sick too!"

As if for the strict purpose of defying Chopper, his grip only tightened. "No! They need comfort.."

It wasn't as though you were complaining, his warmth was nice..

So Chopper made you up some medicine, after having giving up trying to make Luffy leave, and left the two of you.

"(Name).. you need anything?"

"No.. thank you."

His voice held genuine concern and your heart ached, knowing just how much the Captain cared for you. After a moment, you snuggled in closer. "'S cold." You slurred, arms wrapping around his torso whilst your head buried into his chest.

He took the hint, arm stretching across the room to grab an extra blanket. His hands worked the blanket around your body until you were tucked like a happy burrito, leaving him and you satisfied.

"..thanks, Luffy."

"Shishishishi! Anytime!" He laughed, taking his hat off and plopping it on your head.

Luffy began to talk for hours, about adventures they'd had before you'd join the crew, excitedly re-telling fights and funny stories from the crew. For a while, you were distracted from the discomfort of sickness, until you and him both fell asleep.

...it's safe to say he'd demand more cuddles after that. (Somehow.. he just doesn't get sick..l

Roronoa Zoro

♡ to be perfectly frank, he's not that much of a hugger. He's only hugged two crewmates, and that's Chopper and Luffy. Even for those two, its a rarity.

♡ but having been on the crew since the near beginning, your friendship with zoro was beginning to have a bit more connection than he ever intended to have.

♡ so came fourth of him asking (almost forcing) you to nap with him. At first, you just sat next to him, not really sleeping.

♡ honestly it was kinda funny. You'd both pretend to be asleep so the crew would give you guys some- half peace for a bit. You used to think it was dumb, but seeing as all the others (save for Nami) believed it, well..

♡ it became tradition

♡ sometimes when you both were a little down, he'd give you an awkward side hug, always looking so flustered afterwards, and it's just the cutest

♡ however, he soon finds a type of hug he really likes..

"That was some fight."

Zoro grunted, and you nodded in agreement. You two were the first to head back to the Sunny, to make sure it wasn't unattended for too long. Seeing as Zoro had no injuries and yours were very minor, you were best suited for the job.

"I'm beat, though. Those marines just kept coming.."

"You did good out there."

He replied, plopping on the deck and motioning for you to do the same, and you did. Sitting besides Zoro with a wince, "I let the one get a good hit on me.. need to work on that." You rubbed your side, and he glanced at you, "you can train with me later." He laid a hand on your head, smiling at you. Oh, that handsome swordsman has your heart, and you poked his cheek. "You better not go easy on me!" "Wouldn't dream of it, (Name)."

"I'm definitely going to be a sore fucker tomorrow, though."

He snickered and ruffled your hair, and you stuck your tongue out at him, "you won't let it happen again. That's all that matters- pain is a learning experience."

"Yeah yeah, ya old wise man."

"I am not old!"

"Yuh-huh, that's what an old person would say."

"Says the one complaining about aches in their bones-"

"I got hit by a very, very large stick-"

"...did you forget the word for staff?"

"...shut up, Mossbrain."

His mouth opened in a yawn, and you half followed suit. The bantering slowly subsided, and his hands unconsciously dropped to your shoulder, then slid down your back, holding you to his side.

If he did that intentionally, he didn't show it. His eyes had long since shut, and you were very familiar with how quickly he could conk out. A few moments of hesitation held you, before you wrapped your arms around his torso, a leg over his, and snuggled into his chest. His other arm moved to hold you, and,

"Ya better not plan on moving anytime soon.."

Lucky for him, you didn't.

So this became his favorite cool down after a fight.

Nami however, was not thrilled that the two people who were supposed to watch the ship fell asleep. RIP.

#roronoa zoro x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #zoro x reader #luffy x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #straw hats x reader #straw hats

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blingblong55 · 5 months

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His pretty girl -Vladimir Makarov

Based on a request:

I looved ur makarov fic n im here to request smth else w him, there's barely anything w him its sad How would makarov treat his dear wife when she's sick? I'm kinda sick rn so.. : 3 ---- F!Reader, wife!reader, husband!Makarov, nothing but fluff ----

A/N: short but good…I hope…

Vladimir was gone for some weeks. He couldn't come in contact with you so when you didn't show up to greet him he was worried. The drive home was usually calm but this time, he rushed it. Avoided all cars and soon, ran inside. The image he saw before his eyes, oh did it melt him. You were curled on the couch. The blanket slowly falls off your body. Used tissues all over the coffee table and floor. The tea was cold and your soft breathing gave him even more reason to clean the area as quietly as possible. Your shared bedroom was cleaned, all dishes washed and then he carried you to bed. The medication you took to sleep was so strong you didn't know he even carried you to bed. That entire night, he checked your temperature, kissed your forehead and held you against his chest.

When you got sick, the first time, he panicked, called a doctor and yelled at him when he said that all you needed to do was drink tea and take it easy. Now, knowing his pretty little wife too well, he knows all he needs to do. 8 am, have breakfast ready, with tea on the side and orange juice just in case you want that one more and it must be room temperature, not cold. He must put on some video as you eat because you like to catch up on some show as you eat. You like wearing his shirts more because you swear it makes you feel better, which is bullshit because he knows you like to just have a reason to wear his clothes.

He must wash all dishes, not complain about being tired because how dare he. Makarov knows this well mainly because it worked the first 4 times and this time it is the same. After breakfast, washing dishes, he has to take you on a walk, the air, the way you smile, oh he knows the fresh air helps that stuff nose and he also gets even more private time with you.

Lunch for a day or two is chicken soup, his grandmothers since he knows you loved it any time you were sick. Kisses on your forehead all day is a must, you know that. If you groan and push him away, he gives you a little frown and moves closer. "You know kisses are a part of the remedy, my pretty girl." He grins when you give him your lazy smile. Your face is hot from both the fever and from his lips. Once he and you eat lunch, he cleans the home and don't you dare walk to the bedroom, he has made it clear he needs to clean and sanitise the bed.

If he has a meeting, he doesn't go to it, it's over the phone as he is in bed and has you cuddled to him. You can't argue against it. Your husband must give cuddles while on the phone. It's a rule at this point.

At night, he makes dinner, makes sure it all tastes wonderful and then feeds it to you since wrapping you in a burrito can't let your hands move. It's a funny but cute image. You, sat on the couch, blanket wrapped around you which makes you look like a cute little bug as your husband feeds you dinner. Oh, the frowns and pouts you give to his giggle and laughter won't help, he just adores you this way.

After dinner, more cuddles and kisses come by. He calls it 'kiss the sick away.' When you lean on him he knows this is to sleep but he can't allow over 3 naps per day when you're sick. So, he carries you to the bathroom. Gives you your medicine, and takes the blankets, clothes and anything in between off you. The bath was set to a very comfortable temperature.

He undresses too and once he has both of you in the bath, he kisses your shoulders. Your warm back on his chest as he cleans your body with so much gentleness it has you leaning on him and smiling. "That's what you needed huh, pretty girl," he kisses your wet shoulder again and wraps his arms around you. You kiss his bicep and he chuckles. "Don't start, my love," he whispers. The lights dimmed, him and you…this is the perfect way to get better. He hums a song, the same one he married you to and the same one he hums when he is far from home.

"I love you, pretty girl," he whispers and kisses the nape of your neck. "I love you more," you whisper back. "We both know who wins this, so do you want to start this game?" He kisses your neck again and chuckles. In moments like this, in which the world is kind and calm, he appreciates life like any normal person would. "You always win, i want to win this time." You pout and know damn well he can't say no to his pretty wife. "Fine, you win this time but we both know I have a long winning streak in this game." He grabs your hand and kisses it. In his head, he already won. And in this life, he truly did.

A/N: Makarov and Ghost are the kind of man to give me a Hozier song kind of vibe and that is what feeds my fluff brain

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babyleostuff · 6 months

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it's been... a week 😭

this is my first time actually sending any request to anyone- thank you for all of your amazing work and for bringing joy to the community 🫶 !

could i request little drabble of a few members (of your choice!) and different ways they'd comfort their bestfriend (or s/o)?

thank u sm for your consideration, the soft hours are hitting 🥹🥹🥹

i'm so happy you enjoy my work, and i'm more than happy to write some comfort drabbles for you 🫶

svt comforting their s/o

➼ includes: seungcheol, jeonghan, jihoon, seokmin, chan

seungcheol

the cold wind brushed your hair away from your face, as you wrapped the blanket more securely around your body. “here, take this one too,” seungcheol said, as he came up from behind carrying a third blanket. if it was up to him, he’d most likely bundle you up in ten of them.

“honey, i’ve already got two, i promise i’m not cold anymore,” he pouted at your words, kissing the top of your head. “just want you to be comfortable.” you pulled one of your arms out of your blanket burrito, making grabby hands at him. if not, seungcheol would probably keep running between the kitchen, your bedroom, and the balcony where you were sitting to make sure that you had everything you needed.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked, wrapping the third blanket around himself and you, pulling your body securely to his side.

with one arm around your shoulders, and the other holding your hand under the blanket, he placed gentle kisses on your cheek, nudging it with his nose.

you just shook your head, and scooted closer to him, enjoying the warmth coming from his body. or was it just those three blankets?

jeonghan

“pink or purple?” jeonghan raised up two ribbons in your favourite colours. you thought for a second, before grabbing the purple one. “at the last concert you had pink hair pins, now let's do something with purple.” you sat more comfortably on the sofa, tilting jeonghan’s head as he sat between your legs, so you had better access to his hair.

when you came home looking like you were about to cry, jeonghan knew exactly what he should do to put a smile back on your face again. he quickly pecked you cheek, before telling you to sit on the couch, and disappearing in your bedroom, just to reappear a few seconds later with your bag of hair accessories that you sometimes used on him too.

“tell me if i pull too hard,” you said, running your fingers through his hair. “you never pull too hard, ” jeonghan said gently, matching the quietness of your apartment.

“i’m not sure if i’ve told you this before, but i love it when you play with my hair,” you giggled, remembering all of the times he made sure you knew just how much he liked getting his hair done by you.

jihoon

“come here,” jihoon scooted to the outer side of his piano stool and patted the space, making room for you. he stopped playing some time ago, his fingers lingering on the keys, probably having a hard time figuring the next note for the song. you were too deep into your thoughts to notice that though, your body present, but mind not so much.

to say that this had been a hard week would be an understatement, and so you ran away to one of the few places you knew you’d find some comfort - the universe factory. the second you stepped through the door, jihoon pulled a blanket around your shoulders, ushering you to the sofa. he didn’t ask what had happened - he knew that if you wanted to talk about it you would, so he just settled for sitting by the piano, giving you some space he knew you needed.

“hm?” you raised your head from that one spot you had been looking at the whole time. “come here,” jihoon repeated. “i don’t want to distract you,” you said, not noticing that he had been distracted for a very long time now. how could he focus on anything when he knew you were sad and there was nothing he could do about it? “just… come here, please,” he pleaded.

you wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself, and took the place next to jihoon. he put his hand on your cheek, guiding your head to his shoulder, so you could rest there, as one of your arms found its way around his waist, pressing your body closer to his. his fingers glided gently over the piano keys.

“hug or don’t wanna cry?” “hug,” you whispered.

seokmin

“popcorn?” check.

“drinks?” check.

“wearing comfy clothes?” check

earlier that day, when you came home teary eyed, seokmin swore his heart broke a little seeing you so upset, and he promised himself he’d do everything in his power to cheer you up a bit. and what could be better than a movie night?

you get to eat all of the yummy food, and he gets to cuddle you. a win-win situation.

“baby, can you just bring a hoodie for me?” you asked. “i think it’s getting a bit chilly.” your boyfriend nodded, and quickly disappeared in the hallway leading to your bedroom. you made yourself comfortable on the couch, amongst the pillows and blankets that seokmin place there. “it’ll be more cosy, then,” he insisted.

“here you go, love,” he said, handing you the hoodie. and not just any hoodie - it was the one seokmin would always leave behind when he was away for work, or overseas for concerts.

you smiled up at him, and pulled it over your head, getting welcomed by the familiar warmth and smell of his cologne.

chan

you knew baking with chan would be a very bad idea, but it seemed so perfect when he proposed to make your favourite chocolate cake two hours ago - now your kitchen was covered in flour and cocoa.

“do you think i’ve added the right amount, baby?” chan asked, clearly confused by the recipe. “i think we stopped adding the right amount of stuff like an hour ago,” you shrugged, looking over his shoulder into the bowl.

you had a shitty day that day, and it didn’t help that you were supposed to meet with your boyfriend for a date you had planned a long time ago, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to come. so, instead chan showed up at your doorstep with a bunch of ingredients, and your favourite hoodie of his.

was your boyfriend a bad cook? yes. was he an even worse baker? definitely - but that didn’t stop you from trying. and it definitely took your mind off of your bad day.

“wait, you’ve got butter on your nose channie,” you held his jaw gently between your fingers, cleaning the mess on his face, his eyes staying on you for the whole time.

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srvbryn · 3 months

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Luke sick and Reader taking care of him

Luke Castellan. Sick

Luke Castellan X Gn!reader (no specific godly parent)

Summary: Dumbass Castellan is sick <3

Warning: none!

I did write a similar one shot abt Luke being sick if you're interested you can read it <33 WOUNDS

A/n: I read on the wiki that demigods are more resistant to disease than regular mortals, but I'm here to feed Luke apologists 🤷

*spreads folds* 🫱(())🫲

When you realise Luke isn't at the training ground during sparring time, you become concerned and rush to cabin 11.

"Luke?"

He groaned, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead as his hair stuck to it. He was sweating profusely with a worried expression on his face - he was probably having nightmares :(

You place your hand on his forehead and notice how much he's burning, which causes you to panic because no human should be this hot (literally).

He despises it when people treat him like a baby. He's 19 years old, for fuck sakes. So when he notices that it was you he immediately calms down and asks what are you doing inside Hermes Cabin.

"Didn't see you during sparring today, I'm worried" you say with a chuckle.

You are not Apollo's children, but that did not stop you from trying to care for him.

"(Name)," Luke said, his voice barely audible. "I don't need you to babysit me. "I am perfectly fine."

You raised your eyebrow, unimpressed. "Okay, Castellan. That is why you are lying here sweating profusely, as if you just got out of the shower."

"just wait here alright? I'm making some tea for you"

A soft glow emanated from a crackling fireplace as Luke lay nestled under layers of blankets, caught in the clutches of a pesky fever.

(Name) busied themselves preparing a steaming mug of herbal tea.

With a gentle touch, (Name) handed the tea to Luke, their eyes reflecting concern. "Here's some tea to chase away the chills. You'll be back on your feet in no time, Luke."

Luke, wrapped in a blanket burrito, managed a faint smile. "Lucky me to have you as my caretaker, (Name)."

Chuckling, (Name) settled beside him. "Consider it my heroic duty to nurse you back to health."

Throughout the day, (Name) decided to stay longer by Luke side. Playing cards games with him, and entertaining him with stories.

As the afternoon sun dipped low, casting an amber hue into the cabin, (Name) remarked with a playful grin, "You're not fooling anyone, Luke. Even demigods get sick."

Luke's eyes sparkled, "Well, having you here makes this fever a little more bearable."

As Luke lay wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, (Name) noticed beads of sweat on his forehead. They brushed his hair away, murmuring soothing words. "There, much better. We can't have Camp Half Blood golden boy looking too disheveled, can we?"

Luke chuckle, his eyes grateful for the small act of care. "You're spoiling me, (Name)."

(name) proceeded to place a cool towel on Luke's forehead, their fingers lingering for a moment longer. "Just trying to bring your temperature down. Don't want you turning into a demigod popsicle on my watch."

As the sun continued its descent, bathing the cabin in a soft morning glow.

"now, for the grand finale of my healing repertoire: the magical breakfast concoction." With a flourish, they presented a tray of pancakes adorned with a smiley face made of syrup.

Luke's eyes widened in amusement. "Is this the secret to your demigod spa service?"

(Name) nodded with mock seriousness, "Absolutely. Pancakes have healing properties, didn't you know?"

"It's check-up time, my dear," you playfully remark, leaning your elbow on the nearby table and placing your hand on his forehead.

"You're officially discharged from the demigod spa. It seems my care did the trick."

Luke, smiled gratefully. "I must admit, your spa services are top-notch. Better than ambrosia."

With a playful nudge, (Name) teased, "Well, I hope you don't catch another fever anytime soon, but if you do, you know where to find the demigod spa services."

Luke grinned. "I'll keep that in mind."

#luke pjo #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan fluff #charlie bushnell #pjo tv show #pjo series #percy series #percy jackon and the olympians

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hwallazia · 29 days

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SOOTHE ME, SUGAR

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

word count: 1,5k

tags: fluff, fluff, and fluff (you’ve been warned), comfort, slice of life, bf!san, non idol!au, blood (since we're talking abt menstruation), nicknames (princess, love, sannie, darling, sweetheart), very relatable (ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ) so, enjoy

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synopsis: just a small scenario of how I imagine San pampering his girlfriend when it’s that time of the month for her.

| a/n: lowercase is intentional! (wrote it at 1:00am, half asleep (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠))

| song rec: ocean eyes — billie eilish, love songs — kaash paige, sparks — coldplay

“sannieee”

you moaned from your bed, wrapped in the sheets like a burrito, your knees knocking against your chest in search of some kind of relief. your belly generated pressure throughout your lower area that became more unbearable as the minutes passed, which seemed to be hours. fortunately, san knows how to act in the most docile way in these cases.

as soon as you finished college, you and san decided to live together without having the slightest idea of how challenging, exciting, and companionable that process would be. both of you, although you were in a relationship before living together, had to know, respect, and get used to each other’s home habits, since it would be something you would live with for a long time.

it was somewhat difficult to understand san’s attitudes, which varied depending on his momentary needs, how tired he was, and other factors that affected his behavior in the apartment. but with a lot of patience and love, you managed to understand at least the basics of what you should know about the topic: “choi san and home.” the path you had to take to know the person “choi san” in its entirety was a long one and one that you were willing to walk until the end of your days if necessary.

there was no shortage of discussions; there were many that were needed to be able to understand aspects of both him and you. when faced with an argument, san, first of all, would dedicate himself to listening to what you have to say, he would pay all of his attention to listening to your sentimental and very expressive arguments. once you’re done, he’d continue saying his and finally give a solution to the problem that divides you and wait for your excellent approval.

despite being very understanding and collected in discussions, san hates them with all his being; although he’s a tall man with a strong body, his heart is still soft and as delicate as glass. he hates that a simple disagreement of opinions causes a division with you, the person he loves the most, respects, and for whom he would give his life.

but he knows how to suppress his discontent very well in the face of absurd discussions for which you don’t speak to each other for hours, and even absurder when it’s that time of the month for you. he knows how much your feelings are weakened, how sore you feel throughout that week, in which your need for attention and affection doubles up.

san remembers with affection and laughs that month in which he found you crying in your bed, wrapped in his blankets scented with his essence, because the stuffed animal that you had given him, shiber, had fallen off the bed and, he quotes, “he looked at me very sadly from the ground” and he felt his heart skip a few beats inside his ribcage when a pout formed on your lips at how funny he found the situation. you never seemed so cute to him as you did at that moment.

and the moment san hears your voice whine his name from his room, the mental image was projected in his head without him asking for it or thinking deeply: “you, covered in dark blankets up to your nose with an exaggerated amount of pillows giving you comfort staring at him with pleading eyes as soon as he entered the room.” he couldn’t help but smile fondly.

“coming, love” he says, a few steps away from the room. thanks to his long legs, with four steps he gets there immediately, gently and respectfully hitting his knuckles against the dark oak door. the muffled ‘come innn’ you say with little strength was the permission he needed to turn the handle.

a sweet hum coming from san echoes through the room as he finds you under the exact same conditions that his mind, infected with you, had outlined. he doesn’t wait for you to say another word and he sits on the edge of the bed, watching you with so much love that he could never express verbally.

“how are you feeling?” he simply asks, without being so insistent or trying to bombard you with questions, thus avoiding causing you any annoyance. you have enough of what you were dealing with now.

“awful. the pressure down there has become unbearable, and now i don’t feel my legs.” you stopped for a moment to analyze your reality and the poor physical condition you were in. “i feel dizzy, kind of hungry and numb. but not like emotionally numb, because i wanna cry so badly but i can’t get anything out of my eyes.”

your hands go up to your eyes, under the sheets, covering them in frustration. “fuck, i hate this so much.”

san finally starts talking, soothing you with his honey-dripping voice. “shh, princess. one breath at a time. come on” he brings his palms, which were facing the ceiling, and rests them on your stomach, implicitly indicating that you hold his hands.

breath in and out, in and out. you stay like that for about thirty seconds, maintaining eye contact, his eyes conveying nothing but love and comfort to you. “thaat’s it. perfect.” he praises you, giving you the purest smile known to men, which does nothing but wrinkle your heart a little with tenderness.

“do you still have enough sanitary napkins and tampons?”

you appreciate and appreciated, from the first beginning, in which san became excellently familiar with all the technical vocabulary characteristic of this week that was so painful for both you and san. “no, but-”

he interrupts you and asks again “you want me to go get you some more in the supermarket? maybe some chocolate as well?” it seemed so sweet to you how generous and helpful he was to you when this time of the month came around.

“not really.” you pause briefly, squinting your eyes in search of the perfect plan that would calm, at least for a few hours, your impressive menstrual pain. until the right idea hits your head. “honestly, i just wanna cuddle here, with you.”

another sugary hum is audible. “if that’s what my princess wants, then that’s what she gets.” he sentences as if he was a soldier of a castle in which you are the queen of the “choi san’s heart” kingdom and san is nothing more than your faithful and most beloved servant. he leans towards you to place a fond kiss on your warm forehead, saturated with pain.

you shift in place, moving to the right so that san joins you from the left. ss soon as both of you are already warmly covered by the sheets, smeared with the smell of floral essences, your hand is quick to locate the remote control, pointing it in front of you to turn on the television and immediately go to the netflix app.

while your fingers insistently press the control buttons in search of a movie that meets the common cinematographic interests of both of you, san’s hand is agile in sneaking into your shirt —well, san’s— and cupping your waist in his palm, his fingers tracing scribbles on your skin, calming the pain, the tension and your mind. the magic that san has between his fingers and how they affect you is a divine mystery that would require his own science and study method.

“sannie” you pronounce his name in his faint whisper, disconnecting your eyes from the big screen to focus on the perfect face of your perfect boyfriend, totally forgeting the movie and focusing in your boyfriend’s ethereal details.

“yes, darling?” he drones, looking at you adoringly. he truly couldn’t believe how you, an angel fallen from heaven, could be his and only his. and that you decide to stay by his side until the end of your days was the most genuine and beautiful demonstration that any lover has ever given him. definitely, you are different and san would risk it all for you. of course he would.

“thanks for everything. for understanding me and being able to be that mountain on which i can rest when i’m exhausted.” you say, truly meaning every single one of your words. “thank you for being you and for choosing me.”

san’s heart is reciting all the existing love songs to yours. his heart is yours and yours alone, giving itself fully to your love, and yours is the sun that warms his soul, casting golden rays of affection that dance across the canvas of his heart, painting it in hues of devotion.

“no, princess, you have nothing to thank me for.” he stops for a moment. “i’m the one who should thank you; for allowing me to be your boyfriend and please you, for being so patient with me. i know that i’m not an easy person to understand, and the fact that you voluntarily decide to stay here with me only makes me fall in love with you even more; even when i think i can’t love you more than i already do.” san confesses and, in just a matter of seconds, he manages to observe in close-up how in your precious irises tears start to well up in your eyes, causing him to let out a soft giggle, finding it cute. “why are you crying, sweetheart?”

you sniffed. “because you’re just too sweet to me and it makes me emotional. you really are the best boyfriend in the world, choi san.”

“oh baby.” he hugged your anatomy between his strong arms as he laughed softly, giving you a warmth and security unique in the world. “i love you, yn. “so much.”

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mariacrow · 9 months

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hello my fellow ratchet apologist!! love your works! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

do you think you could write some sweet and cute sleeping hcs with Ratchet? I just wanna lay on him or him lay on me <3

(ps. this is ur opportunity to write those snoring hcs too 🤭)

thank you for your love on my works too! have a great day/night <3

ROOOOSE I was bouncing off DA WALLS when I saw ur request (it’s not like I immediately started bombing you with love in ur dms nope not at all- me? Naaah never)

THANK U SO MUCH AGAIN AGH!!! 🧡 One grumpy doc hc coming up fresh out da oven! 🚑 hope u like it, love ya 🧡

GRUMPY DOC LOVERS UNITE! 🚑🧡

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2nd person

female reader

WARNING: SNORING GRUMPY DOC!

Does he look like he needs sleep?? HE NEEDS ANSWERS!!!

Kidding. He definitely needs stasis. ASAP.

It would be hard to drag him away from work, you'd have to be stubborn to the point you annoy his way to bed

Later you'd realize puppy eyes and a pretty please also works on him which would make his cheek plates go slightly blue

He loves to have you next to him or on top of him, either way nicely tucked in, wrapped in a little blanket burrito because he can't risk you getting cold

His servos... oh his beautiful gentle servos... He'd play with your hair or rub your back to soothe you. He wouldn't speak much but here and there you might hear his handsome voice through a romantic whisper saying:

Ratchet: are you comfortable enough?

Ratchet: my sleeping beauty...

Did he do research on Disney princesses to find a proper nickname for you because you're his princess? Perhaps.

He would always watch over you before you fall asleep. Even when you do, he'd stay up a bit longer, listen to your peaceful breathing and focus on your calm heartbeat while dozens of thoughts would be running through his mind, keeping a tiny smile on his face

He always keeps one of his servos around you no matter what

He's a light sleeper so he'd hear every little shuffle you make and slightly open his optic to check on you. If your blanket has slid off of you, he'd gently tuck you back in every time and plant a soft kiss on your temple

If he really overworks himself (and I'm talking 3 days without stasis) a bomb could barely wake him up. If he ends up on his back, he snores, like, real loud. It would definitely wake you up and you'd be greeted by a funny sight of your old grumpy doc with an open mouth, shaking the whole base with his snoring

Considering you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, you'd have to give him a little nudge or gently caress his face plate to which he'd mumble something in his sleep while getting comfortable on his side as he'd stop snoring

He always wakes up before you, no exceptions. He needs to wake up early and go back to work

He always gives you a kiss on the cheek or forehead before leaving. If you'd tug at his servo and tell him to stay a little longer, he'd refuse of course

But your sleepy little begging would drag him back to bed nevertheless. He'd stay for about 30 minutes longer, listen to your cute sleepy voice and yawning, smiling while having a little morning chit chat with you

He loves your messy morning hair, it's so adorable to him

If you have longer hair and prefer tying it while sleeping, in the morning he'd help you fix your ponytail/braid(s) (whatever you prefer). Same goes if you wear a bonnet, he'd make sure it doesn't fall off throughout the night as well

If you brush your hair, he'd love brushing it for you or make your braid(s) e.g., whatever you ask him to do. He isn't afraid of the size difference, he's confident and very gentle, he learned his way with you

If you oversleep often, he'd scold you the moment you show up, telling you how it's unhealthy and blahblah

If your sleeping schedule is not sleeping at all, ironically enough, he'd tell you not be like him and how sleep is necessary for your species, how stasis works differently, how you should blahblahblah he can be such a parent but he does that because he cares for you

If you're a morning person and go to bed on time, he'd praise you for that

He'd make sure you have breakfast every morning even if it means feeding you because breakfast is the most important meal of the day!!!

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What I was listening to while writing this 🧡

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lipglossanon · 10 months

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I’m With You

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roommate!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

This one’s a little self indulgent on my part 😌 also the last one I have planned for roommate Leon as he’s going on hiatus as I work on other WIPs 👌

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, hurt/comfort, softness 😌, slight dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, creampie, Leon being his dorky self 🤭

Not proofread ✍️

Title from I’m With You by Avril Lavigne

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“Whatcha up to?”

You raise your head up from laying on your palm, turning your attention away from the tv to Leon walking towards you.

Stepping up to the couch, he presses a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“Rough day?” he asks softly noticing the show playing on the screen.

You nod, head sinking back down to rest on your hand, “Yeah, just trying to forget about it.”

He strokes the back of your neck.

“Be right back,” he murmurs, kissing you again before walking to his room.

You turn back to the tv, letting the comfort of childhood wash over you, lessening your anxiety. After a few minutes, Leon joins you on the couch. You notice he changed out of his work clothes into some comfy looking loungewear.

“C’mere, honey,” he grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and holds it open in his arms, “come snuggle with me.”

You give him a watery smile and scooch over until he’s wrapping you up like a burrito and cuddling you to his chest as you lay on your sides to watch TV.

“Wanna talk about?” his low voice whispers in your ear.

“Just a shitty day,” you whisper back, snuggling further into the fuzzy blanket and his arms.

A comfortable quiet settles as you both just relax in each other’s company. A few episodes later and you feel yourself drifting to sleep but you shift and squirm trying to fight it.

“Shh, I got you,” Leon presses a kiss to your ear, “it’s okay.”

You nod off, listening to the sound of Leon’s even breathing and the faint voices coming from the speakers.

You wake some time later to a different show playing on the television, sound turned down so low it’s barely noticeable. Leon’s hands are petting across your body and you sigh as you nuzzle against him.

“Awake?”

“Mmhmm,” you press a kiss to his chest, “thank you.”

“Sometimes y’just need to take a breather,” he presses a kiss to your hairline.

You squirm a little, “Yeah, thank you. It helped me relax some.”

“Good,” his hands stop moving as he takes a quick breath, “I’ve got sort of an unorthodox way to help you relax more. If you want.”

“Like what?”

“Sex,” he states bluntly making you laugh softly.

“I mean it,” he grins as you tilt your head up to look at him, “it’s good for relaxation.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“It’s just an offer.”

“I never said no,” a shy smile steals over your face, “I’m not opposed to it.”

“Oh?”

Leon pushes the back of the blanket up just enough to reach a hand underneath. He slips it between your thighs and slowly teases your pussy through your shorts.

“Just need to relax, honey,” he soothes, tongue licking the shell of your ear, “let me make you feel good.”

“Leon,” you whimper, trapped in your burrito blanket so you can only wiggle against him.

“I know,” he whispers, voice heavy against your sensitive neck, “let me dick you down baby. Stuff this little cunt til you can’t think anymore.”

You whine and he moves his fingers underneath the band of your shorts and panties to tease along your pussy lips to circle your clit.

Slick is oozing from your hole dripping into your panties making it easy for Leon to circle your slippery clit with his fingers.

“Leon,” you sigh, pushing your hips down into his hand.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, kissing you sweetly as his middle and ring finger press into your clenching heat.

You moan into his mouth as he scissors you open before slowly sliding his fingers deeper into your wet pussy. He lets his palm slap against your clit with every thrust up into your cunt as you sloppily suck on his tongue.

“Leon, please,” you pull back, licking his spit off of your lips.

“Okay,” he soothes, shifting you down on the couch and onto your stomach.

He bunches up the blanket with one hand as he slides your panties and shorts off with the other. You whine to feel the cool air of the room but it’s soon replaced with Leon’s body heat as he grinds his bare cock against your wet pussy lips.

“Ready?” he presses his cock against your clenching hole but waits til you nod before pressing in.

You both moan as he slowly slides into your wet fluttering walls until he’s bottoming out in your cunt.

“So good for me,” he grunts as he pulls out and snaps his hips back into your pussy, “such a good girl.”

You whine in reply, letting Leon’s heavy weight press you down into the couch, cocooned in the blanket, as he spears you open on his cock.

“Shh, shh, let me do all the thinkin honey,” he coos, grinding deep into your spasming pussy to rub against your g-spot, “there we go, you just worry about feeling good.”

Your moans are muffled as he gently presses your face into the cushions. You let him rut his fat cock into your pussy for hours. He goes so slow and deep that you’re drooling all over the place, pussy feeling stretched and used—you love it, not able to think past the feeling of him buried in your guts.

Leon hasn’t moved you from where he first pressed you down into the couch. The blanket is saturated with your slick, dribbling past Leon’s dick every time he he thrusts into your pussy.

“Gonna have to do this every night huh,” he chuckles into your shoulder as he kisses the skin, “really feels like y’needed it.”

“Uh huh,” you reply dumbly, clenching around Leon harder at his voice in your ear.

“Don’t worry,” he coos, grinding his tip against the opening of your womb making you kick your legs from the pleasurable pinch of pain, “you just need my cock emptying that silly brain, right honey?”

“Please, Leon.”

“Shh, shh,” he nips your neck before whispering in your ear, “that’s my good girl, perfect little pussy just taking my cock nice ‘n deep. Mmm so good for me.”

You’re whining louder now so Leon slows down even more, burying his cock into your soaked cunt with a sigh.

“I need you to keep quiet, don’t want to wake the neighbors,” he chuckles as you try to buck back against him.

You shiver and moan quietly, the syrupy pleasure trickling from your brain all the way through your body as the band of arousal winds tighter and tighter. Leon shifts his hips and presses his cock upwards to grind his drippy tip against your g-spot constantly.

“Oh, oh, I’m gonna— oh Leon,” you try to let him know you’re about to cum, but your tongue feels thick and heavy in your mouth, brain slowly processing what you’re feeling much less words to go along with it.

“C’mon, be a good girl and cream my cock, you can do it,” he rumbles low in his chest, voice smoky and warm, “want you squeezing on my dick so I can fill you up.”

“Fuck,” you gasp out a mewling cry as your pussy clamps down on Leon’s dick, walls pulsing and fluttering around him as that band snaps and your climax washes over your senses.

“That’s it, my good girl,” Leon grunts, snapping his hips harder into your soaking wet hole, “take my load, honey, wanna watch it drip outta ya.”

With a few more harsh thrusts, Leon groans and buries his cock deep into your pussy, white hot cum spilling from his throbbing tip. He grinds himself even deeper as he finishes inside your fluttering cunt before slowly pulling out, a creamy mix of cum and slick oozing from your pussy.

Leon chuckles softly and flops down on top of you, making you let out a breath as his weight smushes you into the couch cushions.

“Leon,” your whine ends on a giggle as he blows a raspberry on your neck.

“I know, I know,” he kisses the side of your head, “wanna join me in a shower?”

“Yes, please,” you wiggle and finally free yourself from the blanket to raise up on your knees, “I’m a mess.”

“Mmm, I’d say so,” he grins at you, slapping your ass as he stands up, “c’mon, you know how long these raggedy ass pipes take to heat up.”

You roll your eyes and swat his hands away before he can smack your ass again.

“I know, Leon, I live here too.”

“Never said ya didn’t,” his grin widens and he swings down to grab you up in a bridal carry, “this’ll be faster, sweet cheeks.”

“Oh my god,” you bury your face in his chest with a laugh, “you did not just say that. You’re such a dork, Leon.”

“Maybe, jury’s still out on that one.”

He drops a quick kiss to the top of your head as he gently carries you to the bathroom.

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frosted-hyacinth · 4 months

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When you have have a bad day

Feat. reo mikage Tags. fluff cw. none, probably... (if there are any, please let me know)

Reo opened the door to the apartment after some more boring time with his dad teaching him about the Mikage corporation and what he should do when he one day inherits it. Nothing important. Nothing even different than his usual day. Something that was different however, was that usually, you would have heard the sounds of the door opening and came to welcome him home, giving him a kiss. His inner lover part of him told him that something felt off, so he quickly took off his jacket and ran to your shared room. The door was open so he walked right in and was greeted by a sight of you in a blanket burrito and some muffled noises coming from your mouth that happened to be covered by the blanket. You realised that any sound you made wouldn't be heard clearly by your lover so you squirmed your hand to move the section of fabric that covered your mouth. "Come. Cuddles." You said looking at him with pleading eyes, something that he couldn't ever say no to. Not that he'd even be thinking of depriving you of your cuddles, he needed them to recharge after a long day after all, just like you. He headed towards the bed, but while walking, he muttered something under his breath. Something about getting a new blanket for you, one that you could speak to him with more easily if you decided to turn into a burrito again. As he reached the bed, you rolled out of the blanket, allowing him to slide in with ease, hands wrapped around you. He leaned his head forwards, both your foreheads now touching. You had a look of unease in your eyes, and with just that, he knew that something was wrong. "Come on, tell me." He said, eyes still directly looking into yours, you tilted your head in confusion. "Tell me what's bothering you." "What do you mean?" You said, eyes now breaking the intense eye contact, something the Reo noticed which further proved his suspicions of something going on. "Darling, tell me. I know when something's wrong." Your eyes looked down "I just had a bad day." "What happened?" "I..." You paused, searching for the right words to phase this “In the morning, I went out and tripped on a rock, I fell. And then after I went back home but then fell down the stairs, then I went to our room and I fell off the chair. Then I hit my head. On something.” Reo looked at you concerned, his brows furrowing “Are you alright?” He asked, mentally hoping that you didn’t concuss yourself during one of your falls “Do you need anything?” “No… But stay here. I’m cold and my head hurts after falling so many times. I don’t think anything major happened though…” Reo noped “We can cuddle but not too long, we should go to the hospital and get you checked.” “I-” “We need to make sure that you’re alright. That you didn’t get a concussion today.”

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“I don’t want to get out of beddd, pleaseeee, Reooo” You whined, latching your one remaining arm onto the bed, the other arm being pulled by Reo, dragging you off the bed. Your fingers slowly slipped off the bed and your body slid off the warm, comfortable bed and out of the fluffy blanket you had been laying in for the past hour, he picked you up and put you comfortably in his arms. He walked to the car then drove to the hospital, proceeding to carry you in the hospital then paying a large sum of money to get you a concussion check. Something you gladly talked him out of and got him to wait the line even though you really just tried to get him to drive you back home into the comfort of your house.

Sure you didn’t necessarily love having to get dragged out of bed to go to the hospital for concussion checks but you still loved Reo and that was all that mattered.

- i want to adopt soft reo, ✰ he would like hug you after a bad day and like spoil u with love and his money, not even just after a bad day but just in general, 映 - this is still kind of short but i like this so its fine

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radiant-reid · 1 year

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Let It Snow

Summary: Apparently, getting stuck in a cabin with Spencer isn't too bad

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (fluff)

Word Count: 1.0k

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"We're never going to get out of here by tomorrow." She complains, looking out the window where the snow is already probably half a foot high, and it's not forecasted to end any time soon.

Maybe the idea to use some of their remaining vacation time to retreat to a little cabin in the Vermont mountainside wasn't well thought out. Although it was almost Christmas break, apparently, it was too cold for serial killers to kill, so the BAU workload was light, and Hotch was more than willing to give them time off.

But the chance planes will be leaving, or even be able to land in DC if the cold snap had traveled south, is next to zero. By morning, they might be completely snowed in.

She turns back to look at her gorgeous boyfriend, who is snuggled under a blanket on the couch, tucked up like a burrito with a mug of tea on the table. "How are you not freaking out about this, Mr. Planner?"

"Doctor Planner." He jokes. "And I'm not freaking out because I like spending time with you here."

She smiles, stepping away from the window and to the couch where she sits next to him.

The inside of the cabin is cute yet luxurious, fitted with polished wood, a grand fireplace, and nice furniture. Most importantly, it's cozy, with one bedroom off the side of the open-planned kitchen and living room. The windows are impressive, floor-to-ceiling glass that shows the rows of pine trees covered in white snow. It's peaceful and quiet, and that's what they needed.

Spencer takes his arm out of the blanket and wraps it around her, pulling her closer. "I'm not worrying because, for once, I don't feel stressed." It's remarkable, really, since he's been stressed since he was five. "Who cares if we don't get home tomorrow or this week?" He asks rhetorically. "We've got food, power, a backup generator, and, this might be my bias, but good company."

She giggles, nuzzling further under his arm. "You're right."

"I always am." He reminds her. "Now get out of your coat and shoes, and come cuddle with me."

She obliges. It's warm enough with the fire on that she doesn't need anything more than sleep shorts and a hoodie of Spencer's. She hurries back to the couch where Spencer has set up snacks.

The news on the TV is on, a weather reporter talking about a snowstorm coming over the east coast. It's not good news. "Are you seeing this?" She asks Spencer, turning the volume up as she stands behind the couch to watch the show.

He nods, unphased as he pours more tea. "Let it snow, Y/n. Just let it snow." He instructs, taking the remote and turning the TV off.

Y/n huffs, sitting down next to him. He pulls her closer so they can both see out the wide windows at the settling sun and pink-painted sky.

"Don't you think it's so beautiful?" He asks. There's a soft wonder in his expression that's usually not there. She imagines it's what baby Spencer looked like opening his college textbooks at thirteen.

She places her fingers on his cheek while they both stare at the scenery. He hasn't shaved since they left, and it's a good look on him. "Not much snow growing up in Vegas, huh?" She asks.

"Maybe twice." He recalls, turning back to look at her. She leans forward to kiss him a couple of times, appreciating how warm he is to be around. "I don't mind it, though, because it makes me feel like a little kid now." He confesses. "Like I had encyclopedias when I was a kid and I still love learning facts, but it's not a novelty."

He could not be any cuter, all soft. It melts her heart completely. "You're adorable." She tells him, holding his cheek tighter when he tries to hide his blushing by turning away. "Stop. I'm your girlfriend, I'm allowed to say you're cute."

"Can we just lay here forever?" He wonders. "Stare at the bright stars, then watch the sun come up, see the snow falling all day, and look at the sunsets."

It does sound ideal. "We might need sleep, though." She reminds him.

Spencer's already thought of that. "We can do that here, too. I just want you to always be this close."

She leans forward to kiss him a few more times. "Sounds like a good plan." She agrees, pressing her cheek to his so they can both look out the window. "This is going to be my happy thought now." She admits. "You know when there's something horrific at work and you have to think of a good thing to balance it?"

Spencer can feel his happy thought changing as well. "What was it before?" He asks curiously.

"The first time you kissed me." She reveals.

He pulls back in shock. "God, really? That was horrible."

She shakes her head. Maybe he was sweating because of how nervous he was, and maybe his lips were only on hers for a short second and he had no idea what to do afterward, but it was them. "It was sweet."

"I'm just glad my Ph.Ds were a redeemable quality." He jokes.

She laughs with him. "Baby, everything about you is a redeemable quality, even though you don't have anything that needs to be redeemed."

"I really love you." He says softly.

"I really love you too." And she really doesn't hate unpredictable weather events anymore.

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takecareluv · 1 year

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hi hi, can you do something with vin where he’s just have a bad few days and he wakes up on day and is just clingy and soft spoken with reader all day, and reader is like ???? you’re kind of annoying me but more so freaking me out wtf is wrong with you???? and just something that ends super fluffy. i feel like i always see the guy take care of the reader when they’re sad or stressed but never the other way around and i think it could be cute

cuddle day || vinnie hacker x reader

vinnie had been having a rough few days. first, he was getting over a bad head cold that kept him from attending not one, but two events he had been looking forward to for several months. and now he just received word that something had gone wrong in the production of his upcoming collection for purgatory, and the release would have to be pushed back another six weeks.

to say vinnie wasn't in the best mood would be an understatement.

but one thing he would never do is take that out on you. in fact, you were his saving grace during times like these.

it was common knowledge that you and vinnie were an extremely affectionate couple, it was just how you showed your love for each other; but when one of you was feeling down or unwell, that affection grew to a whole other level. some saw it to be a little too clingy, but neither of you minded. all it meant was some extra cuddles and taking care of the love of your life, and how could you say no to that?

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you had woken up a little earlier than usual on this particular morning, wanting to get a head start on the long list of things you had been putting off and desperately needed to get done.

you expected to have an extremely productive day, that is until you felt vinnie’s strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close to his body so you were trapped by his warmth, unable to get out bed and begin getting ready for the day like you originally intended. “stay, please.” he mumbled into his pillow, not even bothering to open his eyes, probably still half asleep. and how could you say no to your adorable boyfriend and his raspy morning voice a total weakness of yours when he was begging you to stay and cuddle.

your to-do list could wait.

you leaned into his touch, wrapping yourself back under the covers, although you didn’t much need it from the way vinnie was like a human radiator, keeping you warm and cozy almost always.

“you okay, bub?” you hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before nuzzling your head into his neck.

“just need you today. stay with me please,” he faintly whispered.

“of course, baby. i’m not going anywhere, promise.” you cooed, your hands instinctively running through his curls knowing that always soothed him. “you wanna talk about it?” you asked gently, not wanting to press him.

he shook his head in response, “just want to cuddle.”

“okay, love. we can cuddle all day if that’s what you want. i’m here.” you felt his body further relax at your words. you realized he probably just needed a distraction from all the craziness going on from the last week, or more so last year, of his life.

you grabbed your phone from the bedside table, placing an order at one of vinnie’s favorite breakfast spots, getting his usual burrito and yourself a bagel. once the order was confirmed, you turned your phone to silent, wanting to devote all your attention to your sweet boy today.

knowing your boyfriend like the back of your hand, you knew exactly what he needed on a day like this.

cuddles, check.

his favorite foods, check. you even made a mental note to make a batch of your famous homemade chocolate chip cookies he adored so much, that is when he lets you out of his hold.

next thing he needed was an anime to watch; that was something that never failed to comfort him on his worst days. especially ones he particularly loved as a child. you quickly flipped on the tv, opening up netflix, and searching for his current favorite show. that’ll surely keep his mind distracted, you thought to yourself.

and the last thing he always needed on a day like this: family.

there was no doubt about it that vinnie was in fact a momma’s boy, and with that being said, you made sure to send a short message to maria letting her know how vin was feeling and that he might need a call from his beloved mother later that day.

she was quick to respond with a simple praise, thanking you for letting her know and always being so caring towards her eldest son. i’m so happy he has found someone who loves him as much as i do. thank you for being there for him when i can’t.

you smiled after reading the text, sending her a few hearts before turning your attention back to the ever so clingy boy next to you. “i love you so much, vin. i’ll always be here for you.”

you watched as he titled his head up to face yours, a small smile spread across his lips. “i love you too. thank you for everything.” he quietly responded, placing a soft kiss on the top of your shoulder before cuddling closer to you. neither of you moving for the remainder of the day.

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bratzforchris · 3 months

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hi hi i love your work first of all! second, it’s hard to find good soft and loving smut for luke, so i was wondering if you’d write one where there’s a lot of praise and gentle sex between him and the reader:)

Morning Voice

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Summary: Something about Luke's morning voice really gets you going

Pairing: Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, soft sex, missionary

A/N: Thank you for the request! This was just so ahhhhh to write :)

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“Baby,” Luke groaned, his rough morning voice gruff. “Come back to bed. It’s cold.”

You couldn’t see anything other than a mop of blond curls sticking out from the comforter as you got ready for work. Perhaps it was because Luke was so lanky and didn’t really hold body fat, but your boyfriend always cocooned himself into a blanket burrito overnight. As much as you would’ve adored sleeping the day away with him, you were already running late for your shift.

“You know I have to work, Lu.” You chuckled, kissing his head on your way to the dresser.

“Mmmm, no you don’t.”

Luke was technically telling the truth. Because of his status as a very famous musician, you really didn’t have to work, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. It gave you something to do and helped you contribute to the household a bit. You didn’t say all this, though. You simply planted another kiss on the blond’s head as you clasped your necklace, only for him to grab you by the waist and pull you into bed.

“Luke!” You squealed as he smothered your face in kisses.

“Stay with me.” he pouted, finally lifting his head from the blankets.

“I can’t call out this late, hun.” You told him, running a finger across his cheeks.

Luke’s cheeks were still red and had a slight pillow indentation, along with his messy curls and bleary blue eyes, but nonetheless, he looked so beyond handsome to you. Your boyfriend was the kind of man that could rock practically anything, and bedhead was definitely one of them.

“You can if you’re terribly ill,” Luke shrugged, wrinkling his freckled nose. “Who says you aren’t?”

You snorted. “Me?”

Luke grunted, holding you fast against his body, only for you to blush. You could feel that he had some “morning wood” and he was definitely not-so-subtly grinding against your thigh. The blond always slept completely naked, claiming it was because he “slept better”. You wanted to protest, but unfortunately, your hormones betrayed you and you let out a soft moan, burying your nose into the space between his neck and chest. Your clit began to throb as Luke continued to rub his hardening cock against your upper thigh.

“I have to…work.” You whined out, hissing as the heat between your legs grew.

“Stay with me a little longer. Need my girl.” Luke grunted, beginning to softly suckle the spot behind your ear.

You whimpered as Luke’s dick brushed in between your thighs, adding friction. “I just did my makeup.” You tried to chuckle, but the sensations were just too overwhelming.

“It’s not like you’re going to work, baby. You’re gonna be a good girl and stay home with me.” Luke bucked his hips up, grinding into you.

You whined as Luke rolled over so that you were now on the bottom. At this point, you were far too turned on to protest and Luke could tell. He slowly palmed your crotch through your jeans, adding some wonderfully electric friction. You writhed against his fingers as he moaned soft praises.

“Lu, please. I need you.”

“Need me inside of you?” Luke asked, a smirk growing on his face. “Bein’ such a good girl? Always ready for my cock?”

You nodded, feeling your nipples pebble through the thin bralette you had worn under your sweater. Luke kissed the soft cashmere on your tummy before he slowly pulled your jeans down, leaving you in your soaked panties. Every time your boyfriend spoke in that deep, gruff voice, the wetness between your thighs intensified.

“Oh baby,” Luke chuckled, rubbing his thumb across the wet spot on your white thong. “You’re so wet for me, love. I love it.”

Wrapping your arms around his broad back, you tried to pull yourself closer to Luke. “Fuck me, Mr. Hemmings.”

You knew that was a surefire way to get Luke going. He loved being addressed by “Mr.” in bed. Just like that, the look on Luke’s face changed and the lust grew in his eyes. He practically tore your underwear off, tossing them onto the floor. The blond left soft kisses across your pubic bone, looking into your eyes after each one. Without warning, he inserted himself into you, smiling as you moaned.

“Oh god, Luke.”

“That’s it, baby,” he hummed. “Takin’ it like a good girl.”

You flamed in the cheeks, both from Luke’s praise and from the feeling of being completely filled with him. You weren’t sure where your skin ended and Luke’s began as he stripped you of your sweater and bra, leaving light kisses across your breasts. Your boyfriend began to ride you in a slow, lazy rhythm, almost like he was giving you a lap dance. You and Luke usually fucked hard and fast, but there were the rare times like today where he took his time, truly working you up to your orgasm. Just the sight of Luke on top of you with his messy hair and blue morning eyes was enough to make your cunt clench with impending heat and you whimpered out a soft “need to cum”.

“Oh baby, I’m not done with you,” Luke hummed, lazily thrusting in and out of you. “You gotta beg for it first, pretty girl.”

You whimpered as your stomach ached deeply with the need to release. “Please, Lu. ‘M gonna cum. Please.”

Your boyfriend relished in the little moans and grunts that fell from your lips as he continued to fuck you, until he finally, finally left soft kisses and pinches on your hard nipples. “Cum on my cock, baby girl.”

Just the sound of Luke’s soft, gentle voice was enough to make you immediately orgasm, the feeling rolling through your body in waves as you left scratches down his back. You were sweating and whining, your face streaked with mascara tears. Luke grunted as he came himself, quickly filling the condom you hadn’t even noticed him put on. Any trace of you being ready for work was long gone. Your hair was tousled and makeup ruined as the scent of sweat and sex dripped off you.

Your boyfriend slowly slid out, pulling the condom off and disposing of it. Afterwards, Luke began to leave soft kisses on your swollen lips, humming to himself. “So, should I call you out?”

You nodded, your body weak from the amazing sex. It wasn’t often that you and Luke fucked languid and long, but when you did, it left you exhausted, just from the sheer passion of it all. “Go ahead.” You giggled.

Luke grabbed his phone off the nightstand, quickly dialing your work, and putting on his best sympathetic voice. “Y/N won’t be in today because she’s sick.” was all he said before hanging up.

Practically everyone at your job knew Luke, so they didn’t question it in fear of making such a famous man upset. Still, you couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped you as you swatted Luke’s shoulder. “Liar!”

Luke grinned, kissing your cheek. “What’s so wrong with wanting to spend the day with my girl?” he whispered huskily in your ear, causing you to arch your back and curl your toes with pleasure. “So…round two?”

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justagalwhowrites · 7 months

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Hey! I love your writing could you please do a one shot of Joel just being a girl dad again in Jackson, like wrapping baby girl up in a burrito and he is terrible at it.

Ahhh Hi Bestie!

I love this ask so much. I'm such a sucker for soft Joel and dad Joel and Joel just doing the things he loves most, which is look after his girls. I hope this is what you're looking for <3

Girl Dad

Joel takes care of his newborn daughter, Sylvie. A Lavender one shot shared in honor of Doc's birthday, October 5.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender

Warnings: Mention of miscarriage. No use of y/n. 18+ only Minors DNI

Length: 2k

“Hey now,” Joel said, voice low and soothing as he held his newborn daughter against his chest, bouncing her gently in the dim light of the living room lamp. “You’re alright baby girl, we’re gonna let your mama rest, she needs to sleep after bringing you into the world.”

Sylvie, it seemed, didn’t care. Her sharp little cry kept going, her small body squirming with it. She’d eaten only an hour before so it shouldn’t be that. He’d checked her diaper once but that was clear. For a bit, being against his skin had seemed to help but she was back to her pained little wails.

Joel delicately pulled her from his chest, her tiny legs pulled up into her stomach, her dark hair in soft disarray on her impossibly small head. He checked her diaper again and, sure enough, this time it was wet.

“Well that explains it, huh baby girl?” He said softly. “C’mon, let’s get you changed…”

He crept back up the stairs, hoping that you were exhausted enough to sleep through her cries. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were. You’d been in labor less than 24 hours ago, your head on Joel’s chest as he held onto you. All he’d wanted was to be able to take some of the pain and the work from you, to make it so you weren’t the one hurting. All he could do was hold you to himself, press cool cloths to your skin, tell you how much he loved you, how amazing he thought you were. It hadn’t felt like nearly enough, especially not when Sylvie’s tiny body had been pulled from yours in all her soft perfection. How could he ever repay you when you’d given him what felt like the entire world?

Joel set the baby down on the makeshift changing table in her nursery and pulled off the soiled diaper before wiping her. She quieted, her eyes so big and deep, watching Joel’s every move.

“That’s better, huh?” He said softly, getting another diaper out.

This, he soon realized, was going to be a problem.

Not that he’d never changed a diaper. He’d changed plenty. He had almost no help with Sarah when she was an infant, burning through probably thousands of diapers before she was potty trained.

He just had never tried to use a cloth one. Especially not a cloth one that was homemade and required pinning into place. Joel arranged the fabric just so around his daughter, hoping it wasn’t too snug, and got out the safety pin. But he hesitated, looking down at the tiny, squirming child who he loved so much it was like someone had broken his heart open to make room for it all. He’d never tried to pin something on a baby before. Her skin was so soft and delicate, her whole being so small and fragile. What if he accidentally hurt her? What if she remembered that little hurt and hated him or feared diaper changes for the rest of her life? What if something, anything, he did ever caused her pain? What if he found a way to fail her, too?

Joel considered, for a half a second, bringing her to you. Sylvie had only existed outside of you for a few hours, you and the nurse who delivered her had been the only one to change her so far.

But you were exhausted and needed to rest and Joel needed to be able to change his daughter’s diaper.

“We’re gonna figure this out, you and me,” he said to her. She made a small, breathy little baby sound back at him. “It’s OK baby girl. I’ll take care of you. Always take care of you.”

He slowly, carefully, put the first pin in the diaper. No screaming, a good sign. He put in the rest and soon, Sylvie was clean and yawning, stretching her little arms out. Joel swaddled her and tucked the little bundle of her into his arms.

She seemed so impossibly small, like no human being had ever been this small. Even though he knew she was a full two ounces heavier than Sarah had been when she was born. But she was so tiny that every motion required conscious thought. He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt quite so large, so potentially dangerous and accidentally violent, like if he held her a little too tight he would crush her. How could something so important, so vital, be bound up in such a fragile little package?

He carried her slowly, carefully, back down the stairs and walked in circles as she stared up at him, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks when she blinked.

“You should sleep too,” he said softly, bouncing her gently. “You had a big day today.”

She yawned, as if to prove his point, and he wondered if he’d ever loved a little yawn more.

He carried her through the living room until she started to fall asleep, her small face going slack.

He found himself remembering how you felt last fall. It was just a few days before your birthday and you were sitting at the kitchen table that morning, one hand on your mug of tea, the other resting over your lower stomach, thumb brushing the small swell that had appeared there the week before. Your eyebrows were drawn together, eyes lost in thought.

“Everything OK?” He asked, frowning, sitting beside you.

“What?” You asked, jumping a little, like you hadn’t even noticed him until he spoke.

“Just look a little…” he trailed off. “You alright?”

“Oh, yeah,” you waved him off. “Fine, I’m fine.”

“Baby,” he said gently. “Remember when I said we don’t do this? The thing where you say you’re OK when you’re not and won’t let me help you? What’s going on.”

You bit your lip, the thumb on the mug tapping against the ceramic before you sighed.

“I just…” you winced a little. “I don’t think I ever told you this but… when I lost our first baby, it was on my birthday…”

“Oh honey,” he pulled you close, pressing his lips to your temple, ignoring the surge of guilt that threatened to drown him whenever he thought about you, alone and afraid, at that time. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m about as far along now as I was then,” you said, looking down at your stomach to the small bump that no one but the two of you would notice. “What if it wasn’t what happened with Jessica and the guards? What if there’s something wrong with me and I can’t carry past this point? What if I lose them anyway? What if…”

“Baby,” Joel said gently, brushing your hair back. “It’s OK. If… if something happens this time, we’ll deal with it together. It will hurt but I’ll take care of you and we’ll have each other and Ellie and it’ll be OK.”

“I’m scared, Joel,” you said quietly, looking at him with wide eyes. “I don’t know if I can do that again and…”

“We don’t have any reason to think it’s going to,” he said. “But if it does, it’ll be different this time. You don’t have to do this alone. I promise.”

You nodded and leaned into him, tucking yourself against his chest.

He wanted to do something to make it better, something for the first birthday the two of you had been actually together and doing more than just trying to survive in more than 20 years.

Joel talked to Maria, Tommy and Ellie and put together a quiet dinner for the five of you, one filled with your favorite foods and even a small cake. He put on your favorite Beatles CD and got everyone on board with playing Clue. You laughed and danced with Maria and Ellie around the kitchen in your socks, sliding on the tile while Joel and Tommy smiled and watched through the back door as they stood around the grill.

It was after midnight when you fell into bed with Joel, stretching out as you lay flat on your back. Your hand was at your bump again and Joel’s hand met yours there, his fingers lacing with your own, his palm on one half of your stomach, yours on the other.

“We made it,” you smiled a little, more down at your bump than at Joel before you looked over at him. “Thank you for today. I seriously felt like my birthday was cursed, this is the first one I’ve really enjoyed in… well, 22 years?”

He moved closer to you, kissing your temple and stroking your hair.

“I really think it’s going to be OK Baby,” he said softly, watching you in the dark. “It feels right. Never had much in my life that did but this does and I think it’s going to be OK. Better than OK.”

You smiled a little and looked down at the bump.

“I’m starting to think so, too.”

It had turned out OK. So much better than OK. Absolutely perfect was asleep on his chest, just a tiny bundle made of you and him together. Even though it was hard to believe something so wonderful could have come from him at all.

“Hey,” Ellie shuffled in, looking groggy. “She OK?”

“She’s good,” Joel said softly. “Just tryin’ to get her nice and settled before heading back up, giving her mama a chance to rest.”

Ellie nodded, going to the kitchen and coming back with two glasses of water. She handed him one and he arranged the baby carefully before taking it.

“How’s it feel?” She asked, watching Sylvie. “Being a dad again after… well…”

Joel thought for a moment, looking down at his sleeping daughter. Even through all the love he had for her, for you, for Ellie, there was still the pain of loss. That Sarah would never meet her baby sister, never talk with her about boys or teach her one of the silly dances she and her friends used to choreograph in his living room. But it existed as a separate entity now, that pain. It could live alongside the fulfillment and happiness and overwhelming love he had now. There was room in him for all of it.

“It’s different,” Joel said after a minute. “But damn, I forgot how good some of this was. I’ll figure out the hard stuff when the time comes.”

Ellie smiled a little, taking a sip of water.

“Well, she’s a lucky kid,” she said. “You’re pretty good at figuring out the hard shit.”

He smiled a little at her.

“Thanks, Kiddo.”

The two of them went back upstairs, Ellie kissing her new little sister on the cheek before disappearing into her own room and Joel did everything he could to open the door to your room silently.

It didn’t matter, you were awake, smiling lazily from the bed.

“You’re supposed to be sleepin’,” he said softly.

“I have been. But I heard her crying,” you whispered. “I knew you had her, knew you’d take care of her.”

Joel smiled and climbed delicately into bed next to you, Sylvie still on his chest.

“Can I get you anything?” He asked quietly.

“No,” you shook your head but winced as you sat up ever so slightly, back supported by the headboard of the bed. “But can I take her for a bit? I miss her.”

“‘Course you can, Mama,” he said, carefully putting the baby on your chest. You smiled so big that Joel could see it in the dark, your teeth reflecting the moonlight. He came alongside you, pressing his lips to your bare shoulder, looking at his daughter in your arms. “She looks like you.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “She’s a few hours old, she doesn’t look like anyone yet.”

“She’s beautiful,” he said reverently. “She’s perfect. Only gettin’ that from you, Baby.”

You pulled your eyes away from her to look at him, stretching over ever so slightly to steal a kiss.

“Thank you for her, Joel,” you said softly. “I’m so glad we made it here.”

He looked at you and the child you’d made with him and wondered, for a moment, if he’d ever felt more complete than he had in this moment.

“Me too, Baby,” he said quietly. “Me too.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #kit answers #send asks #lavender #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x OC

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- 𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝗺

you twist in the bed, mouth opening in a yawn while you pull the covers up to your chin, wrapping yourself into your burrito. you can vaguely hear the sounds of what you know is izuku getting ready for the day in the background of the bedroom, drawers opening and closing, the soft thumps of fabrics in the closet.

he always leaves the blinds closed for you to shut out the sunlight and the lights off, no matter how many times you tell him he doesn’t need to get ready in the dark just for your sake. he blushed furiously when you mentioned to him you can still hear when he stubs his toe or bangs his leg against something and tries, unsuccessfully, to muffle his yelps. he’s too sweet.

so now, you’re blinking sleepily into the darkness, barely registering izuku approaching you in bed, all ready in his hero suit for his early morning patrol today.

you’re still trying to come to life when he stops right in front of where you lay on your side of the bed, bending down onto one knee so that he’s eye level with you, resting his forearms on the bedding. he doesn’t crowd you, watching with a content smile on his face as you finally focus on him. “good morning, angel.”

“mmm.” you scoot closer to him, “‘morning, izu.”

he doesn’t respond, just staring at you while you stare back, making out his curly hair, still damp from his shower, and faintly following the light freckles littered across his face with your eyes. izuku’s gaze bounces from your nose to your lips — where a smile is growing the more you look at him looking at you — and back to meet your stare.

and then he moves in, bringing his face close enough to yours to the point you can feel his minty breath puff against your cheek, and you sit up a bit. “i gotta go,” he says, his voice a whisper, somber.

“i know.” you whisper back.

he frowns, the one where his lips turn into a pout, his eyes heavy and intense. “i’ll miss you.”

you laugh, although you’re a bit sad too. his clinginess has rubbed off on you. “i’ll see you for lunch.” he doesn’t answer, and so you lean in and he complies, automatically dipping his head to plant a kiss on your lips, another, and then one more, his hand rising to cup your cheek. his exhale hits the top of your lip as you separate, and his forehead knocks against yours. “you wont be without me for long, izuku.”

“long is any second i’m not with you.”

you let him bask for a few minutes, feeling sleep crawl at you once again as you close your eyes and treasure this moment you have with him this morning.

but then you both hear the alert from his phone, his five minute warning for his patrol shift, successfully disrupting the stillness.

sighing, you detach your foreheads and remove your arm from where it was resting, reaching a hand up to smooth the frown in between his brows. “you’re gonna be late.”

“…okay.” izuku moves like he’s going to pull away, but then he leans in once more for another kiss before he drags himself up from his knee. you watch as he goes, fixing up his suit and grabbing the last things he needs. he pauses at the door, giving you one last look over.

“i love you.”

you smile, “love you too.”

and then he shuts the door, leaving you in the stillness of the dark bedroom that now feels a little bit too empty.

#i was about to sleep and then in a change of events pulled my phone and opened tumblr and began writing this drabble.#izuku is my love forever #take this and enjoy #i did not read it over i am going to post raw like this bc i am simply too tired to edit #.izuku #.drabbles #.kc writes #izuku x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #mha x reader #izuku drabble #izuku fluff

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