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sadtonight · 1 year

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Kissing you, kissing you, kissing you, kissing you- (additional entry)

Summary: you kissed him in more ways that he could imagine and more times he could count. But he had his preferences in kissing of course, reaching cloud nine when you did his favourite types~

Characters: Ace, Leona, Jade, Rook, Malleus;

Warnings: none, lots of kissing, a bit spicy, mentions of blood in Jade's part, reader is gender neutral, established romantic relationships;

Side notes: ah, those individuals. It's like love/hate thing depending on what sort of content of them I will encounter. Except for Rook, he's such a freak I'm kinda smitten ha ha... But if I knew any of them in real life, we would throw hands on every second encounter lmao.

Ace

— what Ace really hates is the concept of hesitate. What's there to be unsure of? Just pick something and be done with it. Yeah, that's why after short lived pining and countless lame "are we together or something?" hints the ginger came up you to one day and encouraged you to finally admit that you definitely had a thing for him;

— how you become a couple was rather straightforward and casual, and yet Ace hated how his cheeks were so hot, praying for his heart not to break his ribs from how much it was pounding at that moment. The way you stupidly smiled and how you told him that you indeed liked him very very much almost made him howl from happiness;

— Ace is experienced in dating or at the very least he knows what to do, like hugging, holding hands, cuddling, eating from the same plate, playing with each others hair, going to college together etc etc. Oh right, and kissing of course!

— the ginger was such a tease and he knew that. He would intentionally sway his face from you when you reached out to meet his soft lips, which at that point needed a punch instead of a kiss. It was strange how professional and amateur he was in making out at the same time. Angling your face with one hand, the other resting in your shoulder, but his tongue being all over the place. Ace preferred that kind of kisses, or at least that's what he told you;

— one time you stayed over in Heartslabyul dorm, both of you chilling out in his shared room that was lucky empty that evening. It was a comfortable silence — Ace was a bit groggy from a hard day so he didn't speak much. You laid on the bed beside your boyfriend, watching him play some game on the smartphone, his head currently resting close to your chest;

— all while you combed his hair in a steady, lulling motion. Ace almost succumbed to sleep, until he heard you quietly wishing him good night, and feathery pressing your lips to his face: his eyelids, his forehead, his cheekbones with cheeks, his nose, his jaw and finally his mouth. Why in Twisted Wonderland you were so damn adorable?? After saying it out loud, he opened his eyes and turned his head to the side. Ace was as red as roses he often painted, and despite not saying a single word after, he hoping you would continue. Hey quit staring and... please continue kissing him...

Leona

— generally nonchalant about kissing. If you want to stick to lion's side, clinging to his arm and leaning on his chest he wouldn't mind at all, unless you get in the way. Although same doesn't applies for kissing: if you demand kisses he would poke fun at your "desperation" but if you politely ask for permission to peck him he will, with a scowl or pokerface, give in and let you do the thing, with great reluctance in public though;

— honestly he didn't care, lazily making out when both of you are cuddled somewhere warm was amazing, case closed. But Leona wouldn't say it's his top one choice — however, if asked about his favourite type he would change the topic, unless it's you who was asking, because in that instance he still wouldn't give you a solid answer. The truth is that both of you knew what it was;

— the prideful male hated, despised, absolutely loathed how you could just come up to his sitting or laying form and...kiss his head. That's right, that's it. First you lightly ruffled his hair with your hand, and when Leona started to grumble, you would crane down and press your lips to the crown of his head or to the space near his ears — the worst places by far;

— it's not supposed to feel so nice, it was unfair how this tiny stupid gesture made him all warmed up inside. Like he was some plain house cat or something. The beastman now has to be on an extra lookout for the annoying hunter: if that creepy guy found out about how vulnerable Leona is to head kisses...it won't end well. Similarly, if Ruggie found out, then the lion can expect constant snickers and mockery from the hyena boy;

— but if you point it out, while actually pressing kisses onto his head, which was resting on your chest, Leona would tell you to shut up already. Provided you feel bold enough to keep teasing him about his soft side, he would bring you down, pinning your hands with one hand while squishing your face with another, loom over you. Care to repeat what you have just said?

— if you want to be "roughed up" so badly you should have just asked, he is more than happy to put you back into place. Oh? Leona won't stand a chance against you? Hah, sounds like a bunch of crap but sure, amuse him will ya? He already won you over, little battles like these are child's play.

Jade

— now if you only knew Jade on the surface level, as a prim and proper, polite and kind person, a true gentleman if you will, then it would "shock" you to know that he really really enjoys all kinds of unexpected kisses from his beloved partner;

— merman couldn't just get enough of them! Ordinary things that ordinary land couples do were very educational and, simply put, nice to experience: it involved so much mouth work and care, like not losing track of time in order to not forget to breath, or not to bite your tongue off in the heat of the moment. If any of the aforementioned situations happened, your boyfriend would actually feel just a drop of guilt instead of pure gloat, rubbing circles on your cheeks in a comforting manner as you heavily pant or swallow saliva mixed with your own blood;

— when it came to unexpected kisses however, Jade would rather not be a "surpriser" but a "victim". He was merely browsing books in the college library when all of the sudden you popped up out of nowhere and unexpectedly smooched his slightly parted lips and skipped off to do your things. Weren't you the most adorable one? Albeit bystanders were not all too pleased...

— said bystanders were mostly Floyd and Azul that did not, in fact, asked to be subjected to your amorous business. Floyd had to drag his twin brother away to finally get to alchemistry classes when your hugging and pecking was taking way too much time. And Azul had to literally make a fake coughing fit just for his vice dorm leader to finally tear his face away from yours and give him proper attention;

— what gets Jade to absolutely lose his mind is lipstick that easily leaves marks. When he sees the beauty product carefully applied to your lips he can't help but playfully, expectantly smile at you. At first he was quite upset upon seeing his face, neck and shirt covered in a colour of your lips, yet it was weirdly fascinating. Merman helped you apply lipstick back, gently gliding the tube along your lower lip while holding your chin up, but insisted on leaving those pretty love marks you left intact;

— the reaction it raised from his dear brother and dorm leader was priceless. Hmm? You want to say that Jade has a lipstick marks on his shirt's collar, neck, jawline, cheeks and everywhere near his mouth? Oya, you are absolutely correct, he must have not noticed it, how careless of him. Your watchfulness is much appreciated. Que to Azul gagging mentally, and Floyd physically.

Rook

— mon amour, there is no type of affection in the whole universe and beyond that Rook Hunt doesn't love or hasn't expressed yet!! The man showers people with all sorts of commentary on whatever attribute has caught his keen eye, so naturally he can't seem to stop showering you with praise on whatever topic he witness you get involved in;

— the huntsman is very physical with his partner too, if you don't mind that is, since he respects and cares for your wishes. Rook always has one on his hands on your body, like resting his hand on your waist or cradling your hand in a loose hold. Bien sûr, he also never left without planting a kiss onto your being!

— ah, pressing his lips to the back of your hand when you visit Pomefiore, pecking the side of your face when you don't face him directly while you sat together, lurching to your mouth to taste the last bite of the dessert from the your tongue — the delicious looking sweet treat he has been watching you idly eating in the courtyard on the bench for the past fifteen minutes;

— it's easy to kiss Rook once or twice, yet impossible to make out with his mouth running French miles each time you pull away just a little to take a breather or to shift. Additionally, your boyfriend was unreasonably busy, leaving you very little time to get things truly going;

— do not fret through, the huntsman tries his very best to clear his schedule enough to spare you the right amount of time, so you both wouldn't rush things before they escalate to something more... something he admitted to be enjoying way to far;

— Rook is the most desperate when you initiate long, slow, steady and oh so sweet make out session. Sitting or laying down as close possible, limbs wrapped around each other's bodies. It was incredibly warm, like you went ablaze, no matter how much clothes were discarded;

— the pace at which your lips unhurriedly shifted was driving Rook insane, his constantly sharp hunter senses dulling ever so slightly, the only thing on his air deprived mind being to kiss you again, again, again and again for as long as humanly possible. French words and phrases would seep out of this throat, worshiping your sheer existence. L'amour dangereux, he kept chanting, yet kissing you once more, for longer than before.

Malleus

— the fae could have never imagined how charming the kissing process actually was: not long after you two begun kissing on the regular basis he finally realised the appeal. Truly, you will never know until you try it for yourself;

— Malleus acknowledged your affection that was present in the every lightest peck to his skin, soon enough his own infatuation translating into pressing his lips to the part of your face he could easily reach. He adored how surprised you were at the start, your little heart freezing for just a moment when his mouth connected with your forehead. The astonishment quickly wore down after a couple of months unfortunately, but nonetheless the kissing part never got tiresome or boring;

— you had to explain each and every kiss you made since your boyfriend hardly could see the difference. The results and intentions are all the same isn't that right? Turns out formal hand kissing could be romantic too. Malleus found it incredibly amusing, to the point of smirking like a child, when you took his large hand and gracefully yet casually drew your face forward to meet his pale knuckles. It felt so gratifying to receive such treatment considering he was a future king of Briar Valley — something which you regarded without fear or apprehension;

— in turn, dragon fae wished to return the favour. Not a single type of kiss could be satisfactory to the degree that in his opinion would make you as delighted as him. Malleus had tried to apply already existing knowledge of kissing onto you, only to teleport away, with no explanation, to ponder on what else to test when he didn't get the reaction he expected to prompt;

— you never minded the weird antics your boyfriend sometimes drabbled in. He was yours after all, and you loved him either way. You cuddled up to his chest, adjusting in his lap while Malleus was reading an old book. Taking note of your movements, the male brushed the side of your face with his fingers painted in black nail polish;

— you used this opportunity to catch his hand and snuggle into it, pressing light quick pecks all over the slightly cold skin. Malleus could crash gemstones with his bare hands, lift the heaviest objects and ignite or freeze his limbs in a split second, but you adoringly squeezed them with your weaker ones, just having your lips resting on his wrist. Such a precious, mortal, beloved being you were, weren't you?

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trapolla x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #jade leech x reader #rook hunt x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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starofthesea7 · 1 year

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Neteyam ~ Dreaming About Me?

You find out that Neteyam doesn’t see you like a little sister.

Use of the “it’s cold so we have to share a bed” trope, and step bro Neteyam. Enjoy! 💋

It was dark, and the snores of your host family were quiet against the cool air. You could just barely make out their shapes around the room: Jake, with Neytiri’s head nestled against his chest. Arms wrapped around eachother for warmth. Kiri, Lo’ak and Tuk were snuggled up in a pile, snoring softly.

You shivered from your corner of the room. It was a cool night, which was rare for pandora, and to combat the chill the whole family had fallen asleep around the fire. It was now a pile of glowing red coals, and you were freezing with cold. Your teeth chattered, and you stared into the dying fire, willing it to warm your bones. Your eyes wandered to Neteyam, sleeping peacefully on the opposite side of the room. He was still, snoring softly and his usually hard expression was softened by sleep.

You were frozen, but there was no way you’d go snuggle up to him. Of course, if you did work up the courage to do so, he’d welcome you into his haven, warm you up no questions asked, but your face heated at the thought of feeling him. Being so close. His bare chest flush against your back. He would be able to feel your heart racing, threatening to beat out of your chest.

Another breeze wafted through the room. You decided to join Kiri, Tuk and Lo’ak. You rose, muscles stiff with inadequate sleep, and padded your way across the cold, packed mud floor.

“Kiri.” You shook her shoulder gently. “Kiri, can I sleep with you guys?”

She grimaced in her sleep. “There’s not enough blanket. Just go sleep with Neteyam.”

Your cheeks heated at her words. Of course she hadn’t meant it like that. But nonetheless the sentence got your imagination running wild. You ignored the blush creeping across your face. “Please?”

She shook her head and rolled over.

“Fine.” Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe It would be like exposure therapy, you could finally leave your childish crush on your step brother in the past, move on.

Who were you kidding, it in your blood. You hugged yourself tightly and padded over to him. His expression had changed now, his lips where pursed and he looked focused. Your heart was beating rapidly as you softly called out to him. “Neteyam?” You hated bothering him, you always despised feeling like a nuisance, especially to him. He was always so composed and mature. It intimidated you; it made you feel like too much. To loud, to feisty. “”Teyam?”

He turned his head towards you. “Oh, hey.” His voice was raspy with sleep his lids heavy. He sat up, propped on his elbow, and you fought the urge to glance down at his bare chest.

Your voice was quiet “Sorry for waking you, but I’m freezing over there in my corner, and Kiri said there’s no room with her, so-“ He stretched his arm out and lifted the thin blanket for you in one languid movement. You smiled sheepishly at him. “Thanks.”

You crouched, getting under the blanket, and as soon as your leg grazed his, he breathed out, “You’re freezing. Come here.” You melted at his words. His arm gently wrapped around your waist, fingers leaving a hot, tingling trail behind them, and he drew you into his chest. He was hot and hard, and made no move to remove his hand, draped across your soft waist. Your breath was shallow, as if anything more would make the precious moment dissipate. You laid in silence.

His fingers moved, spreading out across your belly, his hand was huge against you. Your heart raced are you imagined it everywhere. Against your hip, cupping your breasts, in your- His soft voice startled you out of your wild thoughts, “I was dreaming about you.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes widened in the darkness. “What happened?”

He hummed. “Nothing important.” He never was a man of many words.

You turned around to face him, and adjusted your position, head resting on your bent arm. His arm now wrapped around your back. Your faces were close. Your legs tangled. “You can’t just say that and then brush off the question. Dreams are important.”

“You’re right.” His eyes glistened with jest. “Ok, I’ll tell you when you’re older.” He joked. It was something he used to say when you were a child, and he wanted to avoid an interrogation. Your 7 year old self had looked up at him, “Can you teach me how shoot an arrow?” Or “how are babies made?” And that had been his go to line. Now, it was no longer a valid one.

The time has come for him to finally be open, present you with all the answers he’d ever kept from you, yet he’d done the opposite. Bottled them up and thrown them away. “I am older. I’m not a little girl anymore.”

He looked at you intently, an eyebrow quirked. “I see that.”

“Really?” You frowned slightly, “I feel like you treat me exactly the same.”

He cleared his throat, “Well I don’t see you the same, trust me.”

You looked up at him, his lips were slightly parted and his lids were heavy. His eyes searched your face. You felt lightheaded, mouth dry. His eyes darted to your mouth as you licked your lips. Your breasts rose and fell with heavy breaths.

“You still see me like a little sister though…” You pried. You needed this, an answer. Either way, whether it cut your heart out painfully or filled it up to the brim, it was something you needed to know.

He hummed and you felt the vibration. “Tuk’s my little sister, not you.”

You smiled at him, and his eyes glowed with the reflection of the dying embers. His guard was down, you decided to test the waters, your fingers traced up his arm. Goosebumps appeared, to your delight. “So, big bro, you dream about me a lot?”

His eyes widened, ever so slightly before he regained his ever present composure, he joked, “They’re more like nightmares, actually.”

You rolled your eyes at his tease. Your brain searched hastily for a quick jab back, a witty response. “You mean wet dreams.” It tumbled out fortuitously. You hadn’t t meant to say it really. Had you? Your eyes widened and you bit your tongue. You felt your skin prickle with embarrassment, and, something else. Excitement.

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, that’s where your mind went? Dirty girl.” It sounded filthy, dirtier than he’d meant it. Now it was his turn to redden. But it was out there now. Both of you continued, cautiously entering a place of no return. You felt on fire. Senses heightened with arousal at the exchange of banter. And his nickname. Oh, his nickname. Dirty girl. You were slick.

“Hey. I just said what we were both thinking.” You tilted your head at him. His breath was hot across your face. A silence fell upon the two of you. His arms held you tight, anchoring you to the ground.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You echoed, thoughtlessly. Nothing but him, occupied your mind.

You traced your finders up his arm, and he flexed slightly beneath your touch. You felt them up. Hands dwarfed by his large arms. You slowed, running your hands up his shoulder and to his neck. You could feel his pulse there, and you continued, finally resting at the nape of his neck. Your blunt nails gently scratching his hot skin. He leaned down. Your pulse was pounding. Limbs tingling with anticipation. His lips brushed your cheek and your felt his hard cheekbones rise with a smile. He breathed in deeply, chest brushing your breasts.

“Y’ smell good.” His voice was soft.

You tingled at his compliment. Again, you blurted out, “I taste good too.” He chuckled gently at your witty invite, and you melted at the raspy sound. He leaned down and his lips brushed yours. He was needy. So were you. His lips moved with yours, soft and warm. They parted and he opened his mouth, inviting your tongue to meet his. It was hot and wet. You pressed your body against his, hips flush. He breathed in sharply as your lower stomach brushed the prominent bulge at his pelvis.

You grinned and pulled away, a thin, lewd string of saliva connecting your mouths, a tangible reminder of what had just occurred. You brushed his hip with teasing fingers and gestured to his hard on with your chin. “Yeah, sure it wasn’t a wet dream.”

He blushed and you softly exclaimed as he pulled your back toward him, fisting your hair. He shook his head and grinned wide, repudiating his next words, “You’re insuffereable.”

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moralesmilesanhour · 7 months

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💆🏾🍃here i wanted to request a miles fang fic🌚ive enver done this before so idk but just a short/medium fic or scenarios of miles w fangs nd reader being obsessed w them but not in like a freaky way i. a like “omg theyre so cool/pretty way” if that makes sense😭

You got it! (You didn't specify so I made bro a vampire hope that's ok)

"So, to recap: it's a yes on the blood, no on the sparkles, and you can walk into sign-less buildings by yourself," you listed off. You rose to a sitting position on Miles' neatly-made bed. "What about the sun?"

"Y/N, be serious right now. You saw me at the corner store yesterday morning."

"I'm just covering all my bases! You coulda just been wearing really good sunscreen this whole time."

Miles snorted as he lay sprawled out next to you. "Yeah, alright. No on the sunlight. Anything else--Aye, aye, relax!"

He frantically slapped your hand away as you tried to reach for his face. "Fuck is you doin'?"

"I'm tryna see if you got fangs!"

"How I'mma drink niggas' blood without fangs? Let's think, mamas--ow!"

He recoiled when you gave him a good flick on his forehead.

"Lose the attitude," you chastised. "Now, let's see 'em!"

Miles stuck out his lips into a childish pout. "Ask nicely."

"Fine. May I please see your canines?"

"Thank you."

Miles used his pinky to lift his upper lip on the left side, as if showing off a pair of grills. Instead, he revealed a pearly, almost blue-white canine tooth. It was at least a centimeter longer than that of the average human, curving downwards and sharpening to a deadly point. You could see why he mumbled so much; they looked damn near impossible to hide.

"And all four of them are that long?" you marveled.

He removed his finger and nodded, showing them off in an awkward-looking smile.

"They're gorgeous."

His smile dropped almost immediately and he gave you a weird look. "Whatever that means."

"It means what I said," you lightly smacked his arm, "they're very nice-looking."

"Sound like you finna steal 'em while I'm sleeping," Miles laughed.

You grinned and reassured him, "Chill out, I'm just bein' a future dentist. I get excited about nice teeth."

"Oh yeah? Then when you actually become one in a few years, I'm only going to you."

Miles took your hand and squeezed it. His palm was ice-cold.

"Thanks. If you ever need a fang pulled, I'll be sure to keep it for studying."

"You're so weird."

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#earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #requests #moralesanhour

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soft-mafia · 28 days

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When We Were Young [Buggy x Reader] pt. 2

Pt. 1

warnings: fem reader, oc insert, sexual tension, nsfw, Buggy’s inexperienced, slightly dom reader

a/n: I decided that I kind of want to make this into a series oops(also does anybody know what episode this screencap is from please tell me please thank yuuuu)

“Shit, it’s freezing.” Buggy grumbled, huddling himself under the blankets.

“You don’t like the cold?” Y/n smirked softly, looking over at Buggy.

The uncomfortable temperature didn’t help with the uncomfortable feeling of having to share a bed. Apparently the lodge they stayed at only had one bedroom rooms; despite the reasonable distance they put between themselves, it was still awkward nonetheless.

As the night continued on, the cold didn't seem to let up, neither of them couldn’t get any shut eye at this rate. Buggy squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed harshly, “I don’t understand how you can stand this…” he grumbled, “What the hell is up with this place?! It was fine when the sun set!”

“You wouldn’t last a day in my hometown.” Y/n teased him. She then turned on her side, facing him as she watched him huddled up in a shivering ball. Hesitating a bit, she averted her gaze, “Buggy… if you’re really cold, we could huddle up together.” She said softly, “I’ve heard it helps.”

Buggy lifted his head, “What, like- snuggle?”

His words brought a blush to Y/n’s face, to which she hid it in the blankets, “Yeah, yeah. Something like that-” but before she knew it, Buggy was already clinging to her, trying to suck out all of her body heat. The way Buggy’s arms felt around her, and how he buried his face into the crook of her neck, dangerously close to her chest so naturally— her entire face went red and her heart pounded. Wrapping her arms around Buggy, she gently rubbed his back, trying to give him warmth from the friction.

“Damn, you’re just as cold.” Buggy hissed, “But this is kinda nice…” he spoke into her neck, sending a chill through her body. His voice could be so deep and gruff at times, Y/n could listen to him talk for hours(she had), and never get bored.

They nestled into each other, and as the day eventually rolled in, the cold spell finally passed. Y/n and Buggy were still cuddled up with each other, arms around each other, sleeping peacefully. Buggy was naturally warm, now that the temperature was slightly reasonable, he felt like a human furnace, he was like a weighted blanket that comforted Y/n.

She was the first to wake up, she looked down at Buggy who was snoring, still clinging to her like a koala. Y/n couldn’t help but smile at this, and when slowly brought her hand up to stroke his hair, he let out a snort, then groaned. Buggy slowly woke up, pulling away and sitting up to let out a loud yawn. Slightly disappointed, Y/n sat up as well.

“That was the best sleep I’ve had since… I, uh… don’t know.” Buggy grumbled, scratching his lower back, “Damn I’m hungry… When's the last time we ate?”

“Two days ago.” Y/n mumbled, “We need to get food at some point.”

“With what money?” Buggy scoffed, “Berries just don’t grow on trees y’know.”

“Well, you’re a pirate right? There’s a market downtown. Just take whatever you want.” Y/n suggested so casually as she stretched her body out. She felt a bit muggy and sticky due to being out on sea for the past few days without a good shower, she didn’t know how Buggy could stand it— but then again he didn’t exactly smell like roses.

Buggy stammered, then turned to look at Y/n, “Are you- are you asking me to rob these people?! Hell no!!” He exclaimed, rushing over to stand in front of her, “I can’t just— steal from civilians!!”

“Why not? I thought the whole thing about pirates was pillaging.” Y/n crossed her arms, looking up at him. Buggy gulped and looked to the side, “Yeah…! But not from normal people.” He thought back to his old captain, one of his main rules was to never provoke innocents, Buggy never saw a reason to antagonize normal civilians, all he wanted was treasure and a good time after all.

“Then how do you suggest we get food? It’s not gonna magically appear in front of you.” Y/n shook her head and then rolled her eyes, “Whatever, you think about it, I need to take a shower.” She grabbed her clothes and walked into the room’s bathroom, hoping they at least had decent water pressure.

Buggy let out a shaky sigh, then dug into his pockets to see if he had a decent amount of berry. Two berries and some pocket lint, not nearly enough to get him a bite to eat. He then thought about Y/n’s suggestion, but he couldn’t— it was such a juvenile thing to do, and morally wrong, Captain Roger would never tell him to do something like that, but was Buggy that desperate? The empty pit in his stomach pointed to yes. He sighed and sat at the end of the bed, Y/n told him to think about it, so he decided to think. Y/n had been running around long before they had met each other, and the suggestion to just steal came so naturally out of those soft, plump lips of hers—

She had to have done something like that before, right? Buggy swallowed, Well, there wouldn’t be any harm on my conscience if I just let her take some food for me… I wouldn’t be the one doing it. He groaned, holding his head in his hands as he weighed his morality.

Buggy was sprawled out all over the bed once Y/n was finished with her shower, literally, his arms and legs strewn about, all jumbled up into pieces as he was deep in thought. His face was buried into one of the uncomfortably hard pillows. Y/n grabbed one of his stray arms and tossed it at the back of his head, making him grunt and roll over on his cheek, “Ow!!” He grumbled.

“So what are we doing, Captain?” Y/n asked, using the title a bit mockingly as she stood there with a towel wrapped around her body. Buggy spoke as he quickly put himself back together again, “Assuming that you’ve stolen things before, I’m ordering you to stock up on food.” Y/n slowly raised her head up to meet his gaze as he put himself together, standing on top of the bed looking down at her.

“Too scared to do it yourself? It would raise your bounty y’know?” Y/n tilted her head to the side.

“Stealing food does nothing for my reputation!” Buggy growled and shook his head, “That’s not piriating, it’s thievery, two entirely different things.”

Y/n let out a sigh and turned to where her back was facing him. To Buggy’s surprise, she just let the towel drop, using it to dry her hair. His eyes were glued to her backside, he almost forgot to actually listen to her when she began to speak.

“Fine, I’ll get us stuff to keep us going for the next few days.” Y/n stated, “What about getting a ship? You got any ideas for that?”

Buggy gulped, “That’s… something I’m still trying to figure out. That part isn’t gonna be easy.”

Buggy stood waiting around the corner anxiously, he paced around, scrunching his beanie in his hands. Dammit… I should’ve gone in with her. How long has it been?! Did I make a mistake?! Suddenly, his arm was being tugged aggressively, popping off of his body to which he had to run to keep up with it. His eyes widened and he lost his train of thought.

“C’mon! We gotta head back to the boat!!” Y/n shouted, holding a huge sack filled with food. Buggy’s mind was still blank, but then he let out a loud shriek when he saw a mob of angry citizens chasing after them, “ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!!!” He picked up the pace, both of them rushing to the dock. Buggy’s gaze suddenly flashed to one of the ships parked in the harbor, and in the heat of the moment, he got an idea.

Buggy grabbed Y/n’s arm and began dragging her this time, “On that ship!!!” He shouted. There wasn’t time for any questions, so Y/n just went along with it. Y/n knocked over an apple cart to keep the angry citizens at bay and give them a reasonable amount of time to get up onto the ship, lift up the anchor, and have Buggy rush to the helm to get them out of there.

They were both panting heavily at that point, but after a while of breathy silence, and when they finally made it out on open water, Buggy let out an exasperated laugh, “We got a ship!!” He said gleefully, before his upper body collapsed on the wheel.

Y/n was leaning over the side of the ship, panting heavily before lifting her head up, “Holy fuck.”

Buggy stood up again and bounded towards Y/n, attacking her with a hug that knocked her over, “We got a ship!!” He said again, more excitedly.

“Now all we need is five chefs, a stuntman, trapeze artists, and people who can jump through flaming hoops.” Buggy said, the night sky beginning to settle in as he stuffed his face with ham, “Oh! And a cool animal to keep around on deck.”

Y/n was drinking from a bottle of wine, “Woah, calm down. Do you want to run a pirate ship or a circus?”

“Don’t question my vision.” Buggy beamed, then looked around at the ship, “This old thing needs a few tweaks too… it has to be flashy. We can stop somewhere and give it a paint job or something, and new sails.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Y/n couldn’t help but admire Buggy. She already did, but the way they were sitting across from each other, eating so close together with a single lantern lighting the area around them seemed so intimate. From the moment she met him she fell for his charms, he had a way about him that could attract anybody even if it wasn’t intentional. Y/n thought he was adorable, and he never treated her any less just because she was a woman. She remembered when she offered to be his doctor, expecting him to burst out in laughter and preparing to prove herself— he nearly exploded with joy and accepted her instantly.

Y/n had already gotten used to how this world treated women compared to her country, but Buggy was like a breath of fresh air, he reminded her of home.

She wasn’t thinking when she set down the bottle of wine and slowly crawled over to him, bridging the gap between them with her body. His eyes widened slightly but he didn’t protest, his words coming to a quiet halt as their lips were inches from each other. Tilting her head slightly so his nose wouldn’t get in the way and ruin the moment, they connected their lips together. Y/n crawled on top of him, their bodies pressed against each other.

Buggy’s hands instantly explored her body, so eager as if he had been dying to do it ever since he first laid eyes on her. His hands were strong from years of working out at sea. Y/n let out a soft moan into their heated kiss as his hands squeezed her ass through her pants.

This wasn’t the best way to have sex, on the wooden floor of an unswept deck, but right now that wasn’t on either of their minds. Y/n straddled him and took her top off, he blinked softly as she exposed her breasts to him. His eyes were wider than they had ever been in his life— he didn’t want to admit it right now but this was the first time he had ever seen a woman topless before, in person at least. But this wasn’t like the dirty magazines he had read before, this was real life.

“Damn…” he whispered, swallowing softly, hands rubbing up and down her waist, eyes fixated on her chest as if his gaze was glued there. Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle and lean back down and kissed him on his lips again, “Have you done this before?” She whispered.

“Hav-Have you?!” Buggy gulped, looking up at her with wide eyes. Of course he could tell that she was way more experienced than she was in the relations area, but thinking of her being with other men made him feel… jealousy. That frustration was sent flowing straight down to his cock, painfully hard in his boxers and all he wanted to do was get that frustration out. Y/n only chuckled and held Buggy’s face, stroking his jawline as she rose herself back up again.

She put her hands on his knees and slowly began to grind on the crotch of his pants, feeling him get harder as she continued to grind, “I’ll be gentle with you, just this once.”

Buggy let out a low groan, his hands still on her waist, watching the hypnotic movements of her hips. He thought he was about to die right here, but honestly if he died like this he wouldn’t be complaining, “T-Take off your pants.” Buggy said through soft groans.

“Oh?” Y/n purred, “Demanding.” Nevertheless, she slowly slipped off her leggings and tossed them to the side. Buggy’s jaw clenched when he saw her underwear, it clung to her body nicely and that small piece of garment was enough to drive Buggy even more mad. He quickly moved his hand down and unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants and fishing out his cock. Holding it by the base, he rubbed it against Y/n’s crotch. She tilted her head back and let out a soft moan, then looked back down. His cock was thick, hard and twitchy, he had a thick bush of pubic hair that fuzzed out into that trail leading up to his belly button.

She had to admit, when she first met him she wondered what that little trail led to.

“You’re huge. You’re gonna destroy me.” She said, biting her lip. A smirk pulled at Buggy’s lip and his cocked throbbed just hearing that— damn that was hot. “Yeah? That’ll remind you who you belong to.” Buggy growled under his breath, before taking his cock and dragging it across the wet base of Y/n’s panties. He moved the garments to the side with his cock head before rubbing her clit.

Y/n gripped Buggy’s knees, her body beginning to tremble, “Buggy…”

“Y/n.” Buggy’s breath got caught in his throat, he then moved his cock around some more, his mouth hung open as he didn’t really know what to do now. He didn’t think he would’ve actually gotten this far… “Hey, uh…” he croaked out.

Y/n looked down at him, he expected her to laugh at him, being so pathetic that he couldn’t even stick his dick in her— but she looked at him with a loving gaze, “Need help?” She asked him, to which he nodded slowly. Seductively sliding her hand down her body from her breasts, to Buggy’s cock, she guided him to her entrance. Y/n let out a soft shiver as his head spread her pussy, she gripped onto his knee, shaking lightly as she sunk down deeper onto his cock.

Buggy’s breath hitched, teeth grit as he leaned his head back on the deck. He let out a quiet pant as she squeezed around him like a vice. They both were letting out soft moans, groans and breaths. Buggy squeezed her hips tightly, adding onto the pressure she was feeling. Y/n moved her hand to rest over one of his, then guided his thumb to her clit, “Remember to rub here and I’ll be yours forever.” She said before leaning down, taking his lips into hers once more, trembling and moaning as he rubbed her clit.

Y/n began to lift her hips up and down, riding him. His free hand made sure to explore her body, rubbing up her skin before coming up to hold the back of her neck, keeping her lips next to his. They breathed into each other’s mouths while her movements got faster.

Buggy bucked his hips up into her on impulse, it felt so good. He never thought he would ever be with a woman like this. Usually all of the girls flocked to Shanks like seagulls, and they would all laugh at him. He was always the ugly guy who only got asked out as a joke or a dare. But he was having sex, with a woman he thought was way out of his league. It was too good to be true.

“Buggy…” Y/n moaned out, looking at him with tears of pleasure in her eyes, “You’re massive.” She moaned, burying her face in his neck, inhaling his sweat and musk made her shiver and let out a soft breath.

Eventually Buggy rolled over on his side, holding Y/n’s leg up and thrusting up into her while smushing their lips together in quite a sloppy manner. She grasped at him, moaned and shivered underneath him; it was amazing, the best thing he had ever felt in his life. She felt delicate in his arms, he could hold her like this forever if he could.

Buggy held onto her tightly when he came, he groaned and spilled his seed into her, his eyes squeezed shut, breath caught in his throat. This was so much better than rubbing one out into his hand or a crusty rag— this was the release he needed. Y/n climaxed not too long after and clung to him, falling in and out of sleep. Buggy held her close to him, kissing her lips again, then her cheeks. He was about to say something, lovingly whispering into her ear but then his eyes glanced off to the side— Y/n’s bottle of wine, half empty.

Of course, she had to have been drunk. Nobody in their sober mind would sleep with someone like him.

Buggy furrowed his brows and kept silent, though he couldn’t stand to let Y/n go, so they stayed like that until they both went to sleep, still buried deep inside of her.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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If you want, can you please write something like tangerine and reader getting ready for bed together and then going to sleep? I always love to read tangerine fics before sleep so this would be perfect. If not it’s totally fine and thank you anyway!! Also I love your writing sm, definitely someone who’s posts Im always excited to see. 💌

I adore stuff like this!! AAA stop you’re making me blush🥹 thank you so so much! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

get ready for bed (tangerine x f!reader)

wc || 0.8k

warnings || none, just fluff & cursing

a/n || idk if it’s a british thing or a family thing, but ‘shouting’ is sometimes used as endearment, so any ‘yelling’ and swearing in this is purely out of love😭

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“Oh my god! Come here.” You excitedly call out to your boyfriend.

“One bloody minute, I’m having a piss.” Tangerine replies from the ensuite bathroom. “Yeah?” He runs through to you standing by the bedroom window.

“Did you wash your hands?” Looking him up and down.

“Yeah.” He smiles.

“No, you didn’t. Go wash them.” You instruct, pushing him back into the bathroom.

“Alright, mum.” He groans while reluctantly washing them.

He returns showing you his now clean hands. “Better?”

“Yes, now come here.” You say, pulling his arm so he could be closer. “Look at that.” You point to the sky.

“What am I looking at?” His eyes darting around.

Holding the sides of his head, angling his face so he could see what you see. “The moon, look at it. Ain’t it nuts?” You smile.

“That’s the moon?” His eyes widen. “Fucking hell.”

“I know! And look, there’s Jupiter and there’s Saturn.” You point out on the glass.

“Fuck off! Really?” He says in almost disbelief.

“I know!”

“How do you know that?” He asks, looking to face you.

“Magic.” You smirk. “Bath or shower?” You ask.

“Shower?”

“I want a bath.”

He groans at your request.

“Oh come on, you love them. You know you love the bubbles and candles.” You say almost like you’re trying to bride a child.

The sides of his moustache twitch up as he faintly smiles. “Fine.”

“Be a dear and run it for me, I’ll get some wine and grapes.” Kissing his cheek, rushing downstairs to the kitchen. Collecting two glasses and a chilled bottle from the fridge. Washing a couple bunches of grapes in a bowl before running back up the stairs.

When you enter the bathroom you see Tan’s sweet attempts at decorating. Smiling at his thoughtful actions, looking around the room. Eyes widening at the mirror. He had written ‘I love you’ in lipstick. “Uh- that was a Chanel lipstick.” You chuckle.

“I’ll buy you another one.”

“You’re very sweet.” You say, looking at the candles surrounding the rose petal bubble bath.

“Mi lady.” He jests, extending a hand to help you into the bath.

“Why thank you.” Placing your hand in his.

Shrugging off your dressing gowns, both stepping into the bath. “Fucking hell that’s hot.” He groans. Look at that, a broody contract killer fazed by some hot water.

“You baby.” You tease.

You had spent the forty or so minutes chatting and relaxing, helping each other wash before deciding to get out.

Tan got out first, wrapping a towel around his lower half before helping you out of the bath. Drying you off and leading you into the bedroom. Standing in your towels as you search through the dressers.

“Can we wear these?” You ask, holding matching frog pyjama bottoms.

“What about these?” He questions, pointing to another pair of matching pyjama bottoms. They were the ones you got him for Christmas, they were grey with tangerine illustrations printed all over them.

“Yes!” You gush. “Can I borrow this? Thanks.” Picking up one of his t-shirts, not giving him chance to answer. Helping each other dress.

You do your skincare while Tan dries his hair sitting at the edge bed. Once you’re finished, you sit in front of him on the floor, silently asking him to dry yours too. He doesn’t hesitate, gently combing through your hair before drying it.

When he finishes you thank him with a kiss.

Pumping some moisturiser onto your hands, you gently swipe some onto his face, patting around his eyes as you smile at each other.

Walking into the bathroom, rinsing your toothbrushes so that Tan could squeeze some toothpaste onto them. Brushing your teeth together as you mumbled an incoherent conversation.

“I’ll go lock up.” He says with a smile, kissing your forehead.

“Ooh! Get me water, would ya?” You ask cutely before he could get too far.

“Eh? Can’t hear you.” He says halfway down the stairs.

“Water.” You yell out from the bathroom, sitting on the toilet.

Finishing up in the bathroom, washing your hands before jumping into bed.

Snuggling yourself under the covers and kicking your feet under the duvet to warm it up. Your beautiful boyfriend returns with a smile and two bottles of water.

“You did hear me?” You warmly say.

“No? These are mine.” He jokes before throwing a bottle to you.

“Har har.” You sarcastically laugh. “But thank you.” Exhaling after taking a sip.

Tangerine slumps into bed bedside you, pulling you close under the covers. Using the remote he dims the bedside lamps. “You’re so pretty.” He said sweetly.

“Shut up.” You shy away, hiding a grin.

“You are.” Snuggling into you and kissing your forehead.

Rolling yourself over resting your back against his chest, kissing his arm sweetly as he pulls you closer into him.

“Goodnight, I love you.”

“Goodnight, I love you more.” Reaching his head around to kiss your cheek.

“Not possible.” You quietly say, snuggling his arm as you both drift off to sleep.

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Birthday, debut.

Word count: 1,9k.

Warnings: Kind of suggestive, a few curses, kind of fluff too.

a.n: Hi, you can call me MoonJin, I'm 23 years old and this is the first thing I am publishing. I'm really open to constructive criticism! You all can suggest me anything, and make requests too! Hope you like it. If this gets some kind of support, I'll probably make a part two. I'm so full of ideas!

July 20th, 2019.

“Moonlight, wake up.” Minho moved my legs softly, trying to wake me up. I could feel the masculine cologne in the room.

“Just five more." I rolled over to the other side of the bed, facing the wall.

“It's your solo debut day... Happy birthday, by the way.” I could hear his cheeky smile, making me smile too. I turned around, and I could see his cute, swollen face from sleeping.

“Thank you, Min.” I answered as he handed me something in the dark room, the only light coming from the almost closed door that takes you to the aisle where the other room is and then to the living room.

“Jagi-ah, happy birthday!" Hyunjin entered the room where Minho and I were with a bouquet of roses in hand, opening the door widely.

Minho and I covered our eyes in pain for the sudden hit of light after being in the dark—and asleep—for so long.

“Hwang Hyunjin, you did not have to do that." I scolded the tall one, as if he were not my sunbae.

“I know you love this kind of thing even if you try to hide it, Moon. Now you have to wake up; it's a big day in numerous ways. NINETEENS KITSCH”

The boy who is only a few months older than me is way more excited than my oppa sitting right at the side of my legs, still with his hand on my thigh from when he tried to wake me up, and I still have his gift in my hands.

“Thank you, Jinnie.” I laughed it off. “Put those in the water; I'm waking up right now.” The two pairs of eyes followed my movements as if I were some kind of weirdo. “What?”

Minho and Hyunjin looked at each other and just made some type of grin.

“Am I missing something?”

“How are you so calm?” Minho talked after a while. “When we have a comeback, you can barely shut the fuck up." He joked, and Hyunjin laughed out loud.

“I know I should be excited... And I am! I'm just... To me, you know, you guys are my everything. I know a lot of idols can't wait for their solo debuts, but, to me, it is missing eight nineths of me. I have so much fun on stage... I'm just worried I won't like it that much.” It was my turn to give a worried grin.

“Yeah, Hyunjin-ah can take it from here." Minho got up and left the room, making me laugh. That's classic Lee Know.

"Angel,” he made his way to me once we were alone after leaving the bouquet on top of my bed, even though the door was still open. “We might not be up there on stage with you, but the eight of us will be looking proudly at our girl.” He smiled sweetly at me while hugging me by the waist, pulling me closer to him.

“I know you know I know, but not everybody knows, so you should close the door at least." Felix's deep voice made it's way to our ears, and we looked at him, closing the door behind him. “Happy birthday, you annoying cunt.” My best friend did let out the brightest smile ever and opened his arms to me as I made my way to him, winning a whine from Hyunjin.

”Get over it, Hwang. She prefers me still.”

“Don't fright over me. There's enough MoonJin for everybody.”

“WHERE'S THE YOUNG LADY?" Changbin slammed open the door with so much energy that you could tell he's had a ton of caffeine, and it's not even 7 a.m.He was followed by an equally energetic Jisung.

When I see them being chaotic, I can't help but think about Crash and Eddie from The Age of Ice. The cartoon.

"I think that's me." I raised my hand shyly.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" The two of them screamed and took me from Felix's arms, who was still holding me, making a me-sandwich in between them.

“You'll kill her with your tits,” a chill Seungmin was supported by the door's frame. “You'll suffocate the birthday gal."

"She'll die happily.” Jisung added, and everybody started laughing, except for Hyunjin, whose moment with him was long forgotten.

"What's so funny?” The maknae appeared out of the blue.

“Your face." Seungmin responded with the same aura as before "Who gave you this?" He took the roses from the bed.

"Who else would?" Felix raised his eyebrows and pointed at himself, making me smile as I flashed a glance at the original person who brought it to me.

“What's got you all moody, Hyung?" Jeongin saw the movement of my eyes.

"I was wishing her a happy birthday first."

"Actually, the first one was Minho Oppa." I teased and heard a chuckle from Felix.

"He remembered?" Jeongin asked, surprised.

"Just because she's debuting today." Seungmin answered calmly.

"Well, anyway, thank you all so much for your birthday wishes... I have to get ready for the day. Thank you so much, Felix, for the bouquet." I stated, as I started pushing everyone out of the room.

"Hey, this is my room too." Changbin crossed his arms on top of his chest.

"Yeah, and mine." Felix added.

"CHRIS OPPA, THEY'RE NOT LETTING ME GET READY, AGAIN." I screamed over to our leader, whose appearance was immediate.

"Happy birthday, sunshine." he said as he gifted me a small box with a bright smile on his face.

As I opened the thing, you could see a little moon hanging from a thin chain, everything covered in gold.

"Oppa, you didn't have to..." I pouted as I went ahead and hid on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, still smiling adorably.

"I know I didn't, but I wanted to. You're always working hard. Just a little way to show gratitude." He kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate this. I won't ever take it off." I smiled while taking the thing out of the box, handing it to him, and turning on my back so he could put it on my neck.

I made eye contact with Hyunjin, whose face was still in a frown. Felix pouting at the moment between our leader and me, and Changbin hugging him.

"There you are." Chris took my hair and placed it on my back again. "Now, the three of you get the fuck out of here and let the girl get ready for her big day." He looked at the guys, one by one. "What even are you doing here?" He asked with a soft laugh when he saw Hyunjin taking a seat on Minho's bed.

"I was talking with her."

"You can talk with her later, Hyunjin-ah. She's already running late." Chan made a movement with his head towards the door, and the younger one rolled his eyes.

He's so moody today.

"I'll take care of him. Take the other two, please." I laughed, and Hyunjin's face softened.

Chan nodded and took Changbin and Felix with him to have breakfast in the kitchen.

"You were saying?" I smiled at a not-so-grumpy Hyunjin.

"Thank you so much, Felix, for the bouquet." he said with a funny voice, imitating me.

"You know that sentence was directed at you, silly."

"You still said Felix."

"Hey, he's still covering for us when he does not have to. You should appreciate it." I scolded the tall one.

"You didn't thank me." he pouted.

"Thank you so much, Hyunjin-ah, for the most precious bouquet anyone has ever gifted to me." I walked towards him with a sweet smile on my lips.

"That sounds like the most beautiful melody to my ears." he said, his hands back to my waist, pulling me in again.

"So you don't like Kistch at all?" I giggled

"Oh, c'mon" he said, rolling his eyes. "You can be a little Lee Know when you want to." The boy added some kind of annoyed tone to his voice.

"Yeah, I spend like... most of my day with him."

His face dropped again.

"Stop being a jealous fuck!" I pushed him playfully.

"I will when you finally admit that you're in love with him and not me."

"Oh my God, why are you so dramatic?" I really laughed out loud.

"You did not give me a good morning kiss." flashed his eyes to my lips and back to my eyes.

"I don't ever do that."

"You should start, like, right now."

"You are taking my precious time."

A knock on the door was heard.

"Moon-ssi, you really need to get going." Felix's voice again

"See, he's still covering for us. If it was Seungmin that was sent to call me, he'd just open the door and catch you asking for kisses."

"Just admit that you love everybody else but me at this point, God." he exaggerated on purpose, being even more dramatic than before.

"I'm going, Lix." I said this towards the door and placed a sweet, soft kiss on the boy's lips, winning a big, bright smile from him.

"Give me a proper kiss before I leave." He pulled me back.

As I leaned close to him, my phone started ringing.

"tall, blonde, Australian."

"I know for a fact that's not Yongbok... or Chan Hyung." Hyunjin said while his lips were still in position to receive a kiss. I took my phone and answered.

"Hey, Luke." I said while looking straight into my member's eyes as his face dropped again, making me laugh.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Three voices screamed at the phone.

"Thank youuuu~" I laughed, still wrapped around Jinnie.

"You're very welcome" Michael answered joyfully.

"It's not my birthday there yet, though."

"It is." Ashton said, adding a bit of mystery to the conversation.

"It's like two in the afternoon over there... It's still the 19th."

"Nah, it's like around seven in the morning" Luke said, like it was obvious.

"What are you talking about?" Hyunjin is plating kisses on my face and neck while

"Yeah, well. We kind of just arrived in Seoul." Ash talked again.

"YOU WHAT?" I screamed right in front of the boy's face, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Happy birthday, Luna" a shy Luke spoke. "We gotta do some airport shit; I'll talk to you later. See you at your debut! Break a leg."

"What?! But..." I didn't get to finish my sentence because he hung up the phone.

"What did you yell for?" His eyes were mid-way closed.

"Luke, Mike, and Ashton just landed here." I smiled at him.

"They really do like you, huh?" He smiled back.

"They're my friends, I guess." I looked at the clock. "Honey, I need to get ready now. I seriously need to." I planted a little longer kiss on Hyunjin's lips, and he wouldn't pull away. "Please, baby" I whispered right on top of his lips.

"Fine. But we're going out tonight." He kissed my forehead. "love you" he whispered before closing the door.

I started taking my shirt off, and he stuck his head through the door.

"What now, Hyunjin-ah?" I laughed

"Two things... First, you look fucking hot in that bra. And second, you didn't say it back" he pouted.

"So clingy" I said, rolling my eyes, and he accentuated his pout. "Love you too, pabo"

"Enough for me. Get on your knees," he joked. "I mean, get ready."

"I'm trying." I smiled, took everything, and went to the bathroom.

Part two

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angel-of-the-moons · 5 months

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A Rose Under The Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc/Jake/Steven) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Pet death, grief

A/N: Yeah I cried writing this btw. I love cats so much and like this shit hurted :'D

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Chapter 8:

Everybody Loves Cats!

It was a full day after Puck made her miraculous reappearance, and you were delighted for her sweet fluffy company. She was such a cuddly little bed partner, and whenever the stress of the day became too much, she knew exactly what you needed.

She would roll over and show her belly, stick her tongue out at you with her eyes as large as saucers, or do… that weird thing cats do where they’re chill one second and just hurl themselves off into who-knows-what and it never failed to make you smile and cheer you up. Puck was more than content to receive chin scratches and some of her chicken-flavored dreamies that she went nuts for.

Oh, and her mouse stuffed with catnip. She adored that little thing. She would carry it around and make little noises with it (when she wasn’t sitting in the windows chirping at birds) and bat it around like she was playing her own private sports-game. Ah, cats.

They always had a way of making you feel close to your parents; your dad in particular. He always had cats around, as long as you can remember. You remember seeing his eyes light up when he would bring home a fresh little stray after he brought them home.

Your father had a particular soft spot for elderly cats. As a little girl, you once asked him, “Daddy, why don’t you ever get kittens? They like to play! Old kitties just sleep.”

You remember him smiling as he pet one of the said elderly cats, Cleo, he named her. She was a large, fluffy monstrosity who seemed to eat up snuggles like you saw squirrels eat acorns.

He gave you a look that had infinite depths of patience for your little girl questions; and chuckled. “Well, honey. You have to think of it from their point of view.”

Cleo stretched her paws up to his shoulder and bumped her head against his jaw with a tone-deaf purr.

“A lot of people abandon their older pets in favor of new ones.” He held up a finger as he educated you. “For example, say one family wanted to gift their son or daughter a cat for Christmas, but they already had one. That cat was older, couldn’t keep up, and had no teeth and the child just didn’t engage with that cat as much as they used to. So… they take their old cat to a shelter and leave them so they can get a newer or younger cat. Just to do it again when the same situation arises… or worse.”

“What could be badder than that?” You asked, already feeling sad for the metaphorical cat your dad was speaking about.

“Some people are extra mean to their pets.” Your father sighed, stroking Cleo’s fur as she turned in his lap, rubbing her whole body against his belly as he twisted his desk chair to fully face you. “Some people, who are like that, will take their kitties and just… leave them somewhere. So they get lost and can’t find their way home.”

“That’s so mean!” You whined, already feeling tears of frustration at such a mean thought. Were people really that mean to their kitties? And their puppies?

Your dad nods with a soft hum, smiling softly as Cleo leans into your face, sniffing you. Her creamy orange fur begging to be touched, you give in and sink your short, pudgy fingers into her soft fur, giggling when she made a loud “mrrp” noise and leaned into your touch.

“Someone did the same thing to Cleo, y’know?” He says to you quietly. “They were mean. They taped her up in a box and just left her by a dumpster.”

You gasped, offended; because Cleo was a good kitty! Why would anyone do that to Cleo? Yeah she was silly and didn’t play very much, but she was nice! She liked kisses, and even stranger, she liked to hop in the shower with your dad! Kitties don’t normally like water!

“But why?” You ask, your tiny voice squeaking with emotion as Cleo happily cuddled into your awkward pets.

“I don’t know. Maybe they got a new cat and didn’t want her. Or maybe the partner of somebody didn’t want her around. Or… they’re just not a nice person, honey. We just don’t know.” He sighed deeply, looking down at you with a saddened expression. He hated having to explain others’ cruelty to you. You shouldn't be so exposed to these things, but… it was better than lying to you. And that hurt him worse.

“But. It worked out in Cleo’s favor.” He smiled again at you as you leaned into his lap, tipping your head forward with a giggle as Cleo headbutted you softly, rubbing her fluffy cheek on yours.

“She’s got us, she’s got a belly full of food, and a nice cuddly home.”

“Is that why we have Chester, too?” You asked him.

Your dad nodded, looking over at the black cat who slept soundly in the windowsill, his fur almost glowing orange as the sun’s rays hit him. He wasn’t as old as Cleo, but he was getting up there in kitty years. “Yeah. We especially love black cats, okay? They’re very special because people are mean to them, too.”

You frowned up at him. “But why?”

“Some people consider them bad luck, or evil. So people hurt them… or just abandon them, like Cleo. Somebody left Chester in his carrier outside the pound. They were…” His mouth twisted as he tried to think of a way to explain what was going to happen to one of his furry companions. You were so young, you shouldn’t have to grasp the concept of death, but he had to find a way to explain it.

“They were going to put him to sleep if nobody adopted him.”

“But why? He can sleep by himselfs.” You retort.

You dad rests his hand on the top of your head, a pained smile on his face at your innocence.

“Putting an animals to sleep means…” He sighed. “They go to sleep forever. They don’t get to wake up again.”

“But don’t they get hungry? Chester always wakes up when he’s hungry…”

“They don’t feel anything anymore. They just get sleepy, fall asleep… and don’t wake up.” Cleo hopped onto your father’s desk, casually batting his mouse off the pad so she could sit on it for whatever reason as your father scooped you up and pulled you into his lap.

“But why?” You ask again.

Oh, the endless who’s, what’s, and why’s of a learning mind. He loved talking to you, but it was hard to, on this subject.

“Do you remember when your grandma passed away? When we had to put her in the casket and in the ground?” He slowly asked.

“Yeah…” You frowned, clinging to his shirt. You barely remembered it. You were little when it happened. Sure, you weren’t that much older, now. You were a whole eight years old, now. Grandma passed away when you were four.

“You remember how I told you she couldn’t come back?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s like that. Only for pets. And it’s not… it’s not natural.”

“But why do they have to do it? Why can’t they find homes?” You ask, looking up at him with watery eyes.

That almost happened to Chester? Chester was your best friend, he snuggled you to sleep every night, gave you kisses with his scratchy tongue, would sit on the bathroom counter when you took a bath… and would sometimes help you sneak snacks when you weren’t supposed to.

“Some places can’t afford to take care of an animal for a long time. Or, if the animal is very sick and won’t get better, it’s the more humane option instead of just leaving them in a cage.” He says gently, rubbing your back. “Or… if they’re old. Like Chester and Cleo.”

“I don’t like that.” You say stubbornly.

“I know, baby.” He chuckles softly. “So, now do you understand? Why we love old kitties?”

“Yeah! Just cuz they don’t do the flippies that the kittens do doesn’t make ‘em boring.” You pout. “And they don’t bite.”

“Some of them do.” Your dad reminds you with a chuckle.

You watch as Cleo licks her paws, a rather happy and content look on her face as her fluffy tail flicks around. Suddenly, another question pops into your head.

“Daddy, why do you like kitties so much?” You ask, reaching out to scratch Cleo on her chin, earning a happy noise from her.

“Well, it’s just… in the family, kiddo. My mom always had cats, my grandma always had cats… your great auntie, Ellen, she has cats.” He chuckled. “I don’t know why so much as I just do. Always have. And now, I adopt older cats so they can live their old fluffy lives in peace.”

“Yeah… okay.” You say, satisfied with that answer.

“And remember what I said, Lil’ Bit?” Your father asked, pulling a book from the edge of his desk. On the cover of this book, there were pictures of a thing that looked like an alligator, there was a kitty, and pictures of different kinds of fish on it. You can make out a few words, "Myths and Beliefs".

He flipped the pages until it opened to a page with pictures of different kinds of cats, including…

“Daddy!” You gasp, pointing at the book. “That’s a kitty mummy!”

Your father chuckles. “Yeah, the ancient Egyptians believed cats to be protectors and good luck charms. They would even dress their cats in jewelry. The reason that cat was mummified was probably because their owner wanted their pet to come with them to the afterlife.” His finger scans the page to a highlighted passage.

“Some of them believed that their gods could inhabit cats and other animals to check in on humans.”

“That’s weird.” You pout stubbornly, not understanding.

Your father, ever the patient man, laughed softly as he kissed the crown of your head. “Maybe so. But I like to think that owners loved their pets so much, that their pets are probably happy and waiting for them to meet them in the afterlife later.”

“...So will I see Cleo one day?” You asked.

The moment the words left your mouth, your father felt his heart lurch in his chest. He certainly didn’t expect that question to come out of your mouth. The weight of it almost knocked him out of his chair, if it weren't for your weight grounding him, he would have. He couldn’t even fathom being in a world without you, he didn’t dare imagine what it would be like to lose you.

But… he couldn’t leave your question unanswered.

“Yeah. One day, in a very long time. I’m sure Cleo, when she’s there, will be waiting for more scratches. Chester too. So remember, even if they pass away… you’ll see them again. It’ll just take a while.”

“What are my two favorite scholars discussing today?” Your mother’s voice rang out as she kicked the snow off her boots and set them in front of the fireplace to dry.

You slid off your dad’s lap and ran to your mom as she put her coat on the peg by the door. She turned and caught you mid-leap and spun you around, planting ice-cold kisses all over your face, leaving her bright red lipstick marks in their wake.

“So! What were you two talking about?” She hummed, walking over to your dad as she balanced you on her hip.

Your father adjusted his glasses and set the book down, leaning up to give your mother a sweet kiss.

“Oh, you know. Just about cats and the afterlife.” He grinned.

“Oh, but of course!” Your mother snorted. “A totally normal and reasonable topic for a child to learn about at eight years old.”

“Mommy!” You say, tugging her sweater impatiently.

“Yes, my love?” Your mother smiled down at you, her smeared lipstick at the corner of her lips. The rest of it was currently on you and four father’s faces and lips.

“Did you know that ‘gyptians mummied kitties?” You say, bouncing as you explained. “Oh! And–and that they gave ‘em fancy necklaces?”

“Why, yes. I did know about that. But why don’t you give me a refresher course while your dad and I start making dinner?” She hummed.

“Okay!” You chirped, hopping back down onto the floor, stopping to pet Chester as he slowly sidled up next to you, his sleek black tail wrapping around your small leg as he looked up at you, giving you a very slow blink.

“And daddy said I can see Chester and Cleo one day in the aff–after–afterlife, too!” You stumble the words out innocently as Chester walks with you into the kitchen.

“Oh… did he, now.” Your mother said, squinting as she slowly turned her head to look at your father.

You didn’t hear the rough swallow he made, but he definitely flushed and tugged at his shirt collar awkwardly.

“Ah.. well… you see...”

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You sighed nostalgically as the memory finished playing out. You gently held the book in your hands as you remembered that day. It was the very same book your father had read to you that day. Newer, and less-used of course, but it was still the same one.

God, you remembered how sad you were when Cleo died. You were only ten years old when she passed. You’d come home from school to your dad, his eyes red and puffy, holding onto you tight as your mother spoke to you softly, telling you that Cleo had “left”. You knew what that meant. You remember telling your dad what he told you, about seeing them again one day, and that seemed to make him smile at last.

But when Chester died? Oh, how that broke your heart. You had just turned sixteen, three days after your birthday, to be precise. You were sitting in your bed, legs crossed as you read your textbooks and jotted down notes for your schoolwork.

You didn’t think twice when Chester curled up next to you, purring as he closed his eyes.

You were so engrossed in your work, that you didn’t notice when he stopped purring. You only realized something was amiss when you reached down to pet him, only to find him still. Deathly still... but still warm.

You panicked and tried to wake him up, before shouting for your parents. Nothing could have been done. Chester decided to spend his last breaths snuggling you in your bed, his favorite cuddle spot. He wanted you to know that he loved you that much.

You were beside yourself for months. Until one day, on your walk home, you found a little cat. Small, but not a kitten; she was very malnourished and flea-infested. Solid black, just like Chester.

She was snuggled up tight against an old mailbox, shivering and wet from the rain, meowing in such a heartbreaking tone. You scooped her up on instinct and whisked her home.

You’d named her Nibbles. On account that she liked to nibble on people’s shoelaces.

You had Nibbles for several more years, until she passed away from feline leukemia, just before you moved to London. You loved her well, and she was with you when you lost your parents, comforting you when you were at your lowest.

You swallowed the lump in your chest and sucked in a breath as you put the book back into place on the shelf. You didn’t even notice your eyes were filling with tears until your vision blurred, and when you blinked, fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

Puck sat at your feet, a paw on your shoe and meowed up at you questioningly.

You sniffed hard and scooped up the furry little critter, nuzzling into her fur as you tried to push the feelings of grief away.

Puck leaned up and licked your salty tears, her tongue scraping your skin in a comforting way as she purred unusually loudly.

It takes a few minutes and you finally smile, kissing Puck on her tiny furry forehead. “I needed that. Thanks, you fluffy little terrorist.”

Puck purred happily and hopped out of your arms, satisfied at her job well-done and scampered off to the front of the store as the front door’s bell rang.

You take a deep breath and make sure your face is clean of any evidence of your tears and headed up front to see a young man, looking around curiously.

“Hi! Welcome to Here Today Books!” You chirp, “What can I help you with, today?”

“Um…” He says awkwardly. “I’m looking for a book.”

You can’t help but chuckle, hands on your hips. “That checks out!” You joke playfully.

“Oh! I… right.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. Aw, was he blushing? “I’m… I’m studying and, uhm…”

“Well, I have plenty of textbooks on a myriad of subjects. You looking for anything in particular?” You ask him politely.

He nods twice, “Yeah, um. It’s… for a history course. My professor told us to pick a civilization to write an essay on. And, it’s kind of hard to find the books on the subject I need because of the topics…”

You smile politely and wait for him to finish. Something about this young man told you he was painfully shy, and didn’t like much social interaction. Not unlike Marc, but he carried himself with a few degrees more of anxiety and social awkwardness than Steven did.

“Er…” He floundered.

“Let me guess… it’s ancient Egypt, isn’t it?” You grin.

“H-How’d you know?” He said, blinking at you.

“I have a friend who’s obsessed with it. I know quite a bit about it, myself. Is there a specific topic in particular you want to start with?”

He nods eagerly, “Yeah! Uh, I wouldn’t mind stuff on their myths, legends, and religions, if you got them?”

“Sure! I’ll just be a minute. Go on ahead and wait up front by the counter, for me.” You hum, turning to disappear into the depths of your shop.

He didn’t go stand by the counter, he just awkwardly stared at Puck, who looked at him from her cozy sweater-nest, looking at him through slitted pupils as the tip of her tail thrashed.

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You came back to see the man looking through random clearance books and upon noticing you, he smiled widely.

“Are those it?” He asked, gesturing to the two books in your arms.

“Yep!” You chirp, walking behind the counter. “Will these work?”

He slowly walks up to the counter, eyeing Puck nervously. “Uh–yeah. Definitely.”

“Perfect… that’ll be… ten pounds.” You say, typing it all in on the register.

The young man fishes out the notes and all too quickly shoves them into your waiting hand. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off Puck, whose fur was beginning to bristle as she stared at the man.

“Okie dokie. Come back anytime. I got plenty of books like this just gathering dust.” You chuckle, putting his “new” books into a canvas bag and handing it over to him.

His sleeve rolled up and you noticed a mark on his forearm. It was strange, but not the strangest you’ve ever seen. It looked almost like a–

Your thoughts were interrupted when Puck lunged at him, hissing and spitting, swiping her paws at him with claws fully out and open, her tail puffed out and stiff.

You gasp in shock. “Puck! Bad girl!”

You panic; trying to reach for Puck as the man frantically pulls away, now sporting a red scratch to the back of his hand.

“I’m so sorry! She’s not normally… She never does this!” You apologize profusely, afraid of the ramifications a complaint could bring should he report this little “incident”. Sure, it was minor, but if he was the type to make a big something out of nothing…

“It–It’s okay.” He says quickly, stepping away. “Cats don’t normally l-like me, for some reason…”

Puck thrashed in your arms, leaving small welts in your arms as she growled lowly in her little chest, staring at the man, her usually sweet and docile eyes full of malice.

“Puck!” You wince, trying to calm her down. “Stop! What’s gotten into you?”

The man scurries out of your shop finally, and Puck starts to calm down in your arms.

It takes a few minutes until the black ball of rage begins to settle, and you set her back onto the counter.

Her ears pin back and her eyes get large as she looks up at you, seemingly full of guilt at what she’d unintentionally done to you.

Her little nose touches the scratches she left on your arms and you sigh; “They’re just scratches, Puck… I know you didn’t mean it.”

You rub her chin to help ease her poor feelings at scratching her human. “Okay, okay… I forgive you. But no dreamies for you tonight, missy!”

Puck leaps off the counter, slinking off into the shadows of your shop and you're left with throbbing injuries to tend to with your tiny first-aid kit. You just couldn’t figure out why Puck was so upset about that guy. He mentioned cats didn’t like him, but why? You’ve never met a cat that didn’t like you.

What was his deal?

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Elsewhere, in their flat, Marc winced and dropped his glass of water, the ceramic shattering on the floor, making Layla jump.

“Gah! Marc! What’s wrong?” She asked him, carefully avoiding the broken glass as she moved closer.

“My fucking…” He groaned, looking down at his arms. He was wearing a simple cotton t-shirt today, so it left his thick forearms fully visible. “My arms! I don’t know!”

And Layla certainly saw the thin red marks up and down his arms. She clamped her jaw shut.

Oh, she knew all right. He just wasn’t ready to know.

Not yet, as Taweret told her.

Not yet.

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Chapter 9: Link

#a rose under the moon #moon knight #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #soulmate au #layla el faouly

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blackfangedreaper · 2 years

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Bonten headcannons🎴

Summary: Headcannons revolving around bonten and their cute little housewife.

Pairings: Bonten x Fem!black!reader

Warnings: fluff, sexual content, mentions of drugs and drug use, cursing grammatical errors.

Many of you might think being married to these men is a blessing... Not! Why? Because they cause nothing but chaos! Well except kakucho ♥, he's an angel! But you can't say the same for the rest and here's why:

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Manjirou was built like a twig before he met you but now he's giving "i don't know what you feeding him but he's too damn big" energy. This man makes sure to clean his plate during breakfast brunch, lunch and dinner, gahhdamn! You be feeding these bitches too damn much (ಠ_ಠ). He finally put on the weight he lost and got a little bit taller. And now he's got a taste of your beautiful cooking he swears he's never missing a meal again. "Meeting dismissed, I've got lunch with my wife so scram."

You once caught Ran listening to the tiktok and reddit viral song C-bat and once he saw you caught him in the act his lips slowly rose to a smirk, his malicious gaze set on you as he bopped his head to the beat. You felt a chill down your spine and you swore you've never ran as fast as you did then. "Why are you running?" >:)

Rindou never let's you put on his glasses no matter how much you beg, but he's willing to, that is if you suck him off with them on. "Hmm just like that baby, y-you look so cute with those on, its giving mia khalifa- s-slow down i-i'm joking nngh!"

Kakucho the bean, Kakucho the sweetest, kakucho the angel, well guess what the devil was once an angel too. Who would have thought baby boy kakucho would have the most dirty mind out of all of your spouses, no one right? I thought so, this man does not only crack the dirty jokes but also does the dirty talking in bed. "F-Fuck yeah sweetheart, look how my cock's sliding in and out of that wet cunt of yours."

You want new dresses? You got it. You want twelve sets of the most expensive designer shoes or jewellery? You got it. What?! You have no where to store your new spoils? Well have no fear, a new closet is under way! Bruh....You have like three closets just because Kokonoi doesn't know when to stop, i mean you're not complaining, sugar daddy kokonoi loves to spend on his baby girl so why stop. As long as your willing to put on a show for him after each shopping trip, he's happy to oblige to your every request. "How about you dance for me in that new lingerie and stilettos I bought you hmm?"

You once walked in on Sanzu poking holes in a condom after your evening bath and when he realised that he had been caught he squinted his eyes and a sinister smile made way to his face as he chased you around the house while laughing menacingly. "You can run and hide but you'll still have my babies~"

You usually have movie nights with Ran and Rindou, you lay on rindou's chest while ran loves to lay inbetween your thighs, his head taking refuge on your tummy. And since ran can't make it to end of any movie for shit, his head serves as a rest for the laptop. The heat from the laptop eventually wakes him up and before you know it he's throwing a fit then sulking. "I can't believe you've done this!" >:(

You all woke up to rambunctious laughter in the middle of the night to find Sanzu binge watching a movie series he deemed hilarious. You peered at the tv curiously and he asked you guys to join him. You had a smile on your face expecting to be amused only to see the vivid image of a person split in half gruesomely, startled you turned to sanzu too see him struggling to hold in his laugh. He was watching the movie; 'final destination'. "Pfft- hilarious right?!"

After you introduced Manjirou to otome games he became borderline obsessed with them, not too much but just enough. He sometimes runs to you for help, it's just that he does it at inconvenient times, you almost smacked a bitch when you heard the theme to 'obey me' play when you were about to sleep. "Hey y/n how do i change character cards again?"

You and Ran have 'call of duty' sundays where you both compete to see who has the most kills or headshots after every match. You almost put a real bullet in his head when he disconnected your pad from the play station. "Hey... Let's talk about this ok? Just drop the g-gun. Y/n! No-"

When on your period you're mean to everyone but Kakucho, why? Cause this angel takes care of you, chocolates, you got it, belly rubs, all for you, anything you could possibly want. But the moment the rest do as much as come close to you, you turn feral. Why? Because they piss you off, at this point you think it's intentional. So while they run, kakucho takes a fall for the team, atleast that's what they think. "Anything else you need darling?"

Sanzu mistakely left his 'medication' out and you mistook it for advil. Let's just say you now have a scar right above your elbow. A scar you have no memory of harbouring, and whenever you ask the others they either get pale or deflect the topic. But you do know it has something to do with sanzu. "Wait a minute, something ain't right!"

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Don't forget to say Hi.(●'◡'●)ﾉ

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katishome · 2 years

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Late Night Talking

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, minting to panic attack.

Pairing: Jacob Day x Reader

Word Count: 558

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Jacob woke up to the sounds of heavy breathing, his bed empty and cold.

“Y/n?”

“Mm?” She mumbled from his desk chair.

“You ok?”

“Mm- yeah. Just couldn’t sleep,” she was still breathing quite heavily, almost like she was winded.

“What happened?” He was worried, standing up and turning a lamp on as he sat at the edge of the bed.

Y/n sat with her knees bent and feet planted on the chair, arms holding her knees to her chest.

“Nothing,” she whispered, resting her head on her knees.

“Not nothing, I’m here for you baby. You know that.”

“Just a bit anxious, I’m ok though. Go back to sleep.”

Jacob stared at her for a moment. She wouldn’t meet his eyes. So he stood, grabbed his laptop and grabbed Y/n’s hand; pulling her towards the bed. He pulled up Disney + and put on a shark documentary, she loves those for some reason. He guided her head to his chest, his right hand caressing her head, and the left going under her shirt to rub at her back.

“Talk to me, pretty eyes,” he whispered against her head.

“I’m feeling overwhelmed with work. Tania quit and Andrew’s got Covid, it’s just me and Rose. It’s so stressful. And then stuff with my family-” her voice began to shake, clearing her throat to disguise it.

“I know baby, I'm sorry. But you’re off tomorrow, can just chill and figure it all out the next day. Everything will work itself out. But for now, what can I do to help you relax?”

“Can I have back scratches? And just talk to me? ‘bout anything,” she pleaded.

“Did I tell you about the time I ripped my pants?”

“Mm-mm,” Y/n giggled.

“So my friend was teaching me to skateboard right? So I was doing well, but then I tried to do a trick, put one foot on the skateboard and I tried to jump to get the other on, but I missed and the skateboard went forward. Ripped my pants right down the middle,” he was chuckling as he told the story.

“I hope you were wearing underwear.”

“Thank god I was,” he laughed, kissing her hair.

“I remember when my friend tried to teach me to skateboard,” she began, “I was so bad at it. And so scared I was gonna fall. We shared the gear, she had the left knee pad, I had the right, I had the left wrist pad thing, she had the right. Was pretty dumb. Hurt my ankle. Ended up going down the hill sitting on the board while she practiced tricks.”

“I’d take that over ripped pants any day,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

Y/n and Jacob continued to tell stories from when they were younger, like the time Jacob crashed his grandpa’s golf cart, and when Y/n had a bruised rib. because her current best friend was giving her a piggyback ride and dropped her.

Jacob kissed her head once again, falling into silence as Y/n’s breathing slowed and became less shallow. Eyes drooping and hand falling from his. This is what he craved. This closeness and absolute adoration they shared for each other. He was so happy with her, and all he wanted to do for the rest of his life was make her happy.

#jacob day #tik tok imagine #tw anxeity #jacob day tik tok #jacob day x reader #jacob day one shot #jacob day imagine #jacob day blurb #fluff #jacob day fluff #jacob day writing

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peridotglimmer · 7 months

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For the there was only one bed prompts: 13 for False and Cleo?

schaumi you have blessed me with this prompt, i love it so much. this uh turned out a lot longer than expected. count on me to suddenly write 1K of fluff. have some fluff featuring a pining idiot cleo. content warning for alcohol consumption. rated t due to cleo's vocabulary.

"I can take the floor?" "No it's alright, besides it's big enough for the both of us."

Suite Night

"Ugh." Cleo sighed, following False into the hotel suite. "I love X, but next time he and Keralis fall ill he can get someone else to fill in for him." She dropped her suitcase near the door. There was probably a stand somewhere, the hotel had four stars after all, but she couldn't be bothered. False chuckled.

"It's not that bad. The representatives weren't too bad this year!" She stretched, and her powder blue dress shirt came free from the waistband of her skirt, exposing the slightest strip of her bare abdomen. Cleo raised an eyebrow.

"We're we talking to the same idiots?" They walked up to False and pressed the back of their hand to the other woman's forehead. "You haven't got a fever, so you're not delirious. I counted three separate comments on your breasts, one on my arse, four zombie racists, and I stopped tallying the amount of times I got misgendered after seven." False's shoulders and face dropped, and Cleo immediately felt like biting her own tongue off.

"I really am sorry about that, Cleo. The sponsors, they're old money. Stuck in their ways."

"Even super glue has a solvent," Cleo muttered. They sighed. "Thank you for correcting them when I got tired of it, I do appreciate it." Smiling, False replied: "You're welcome."

"Well then." Cleo awkwardly cleared her throat. "I'm about ready to tear this penguin suit off and sleep for twelve glorious, uninterrupted hours before this circus starts all over again."

"Hm, I could go for a shower before bed." False was already digging through her duffel bag and retrieving various items.

"You do that; I'll order us something to drink and to snack on and pick a bed." Cleo grinned, already on their way to the phone.

"I'll take an ice cold white wine," False decided. "I won't be long." Cleo nodded, and False disappeared into the bathroom. It was a decently large suite, with a seating area with a tv and a dining table with room for two. The entire hotel was booked, with all servers looking to find sponsors for the new season. Xisuma had gotten lucky when he booked that there was a suite available at all.

The receptionist had a pleasant voice and took Cleo's order of a chilled bottle of white and a variety of charcuterie, put it on Mr Void's invoice. If Cleo was stuck here playing lust object for old white men, she was at least getting some decadent snacks out of it. The kitchen informed her they would bring it up to them within fifteen minutes, which would be just long enough for Cleo to choose the bed they wanted. Grabbing their suitcase, they walked over to the ensuite.

"Oh crap."

There was only one, king-sized bed.

Fuck! Xisuma had booked the room for himself and Keralis, of course they wouldn't want separate beds! No-one had thought of that when she and False had rushed to the event in their place this morning. Now what?

Cleo wasn't sure how long she had been standing in the doorway, but suddenly she heard False's voice behind her: "Claimed the nicest bed for yourself yet?"

"Uh. About that." Cleo stepped aside, trying not to stare at False as she entered the room clad only in an oversized tee.

"Oh." False bit her lip. "Guess this was booked for our lovebirds, huh?" She walked up to the bed and picked a rose petal off of the sheets.

"Yeah, but it's fine. I can sleep on the floor!" Cleo blurted out. They ran a hand through their hair. "I'm sure I can ask for a cot or an extra mattress or something. It's fine!" Her voice had gone up an entire octave as she spoke.

"Don't be ridiculous, Cleo." False turned to face her. "It's more than big enough for the both of us. I don't mind sharing." Suddenly, her voice got quieter. "... unless you do? Mind?"

"No, not at all!" Cleo really needed to get their volume and pitch under control. "We can-- yeah, we can share!" False yawned.

"Great. Then I vote for wine in bed, because I'm going to have to wear heels for at least five hours tomorrow as well as dance in them, and I want to get my feet up for as long as I possibly can in advance." A knock sounded at the door. Room service! "I'll go get the door so you can change. Just yell when you're ready, yeah?" Cleo nodded wordlessly.

As Cleo opened their suitcase, they cursed quietly. Out of all things she could have grabbed to wear to bed, why did it have to be an old tee and baggy shorts? She had blindly taken some things from her wardrobe this morning, and this is what she had ended up with. At least there weren't any holes in them, they supposed. Cleo quickly took off her suit and changed into her nightclothes. She replaced the bandage on her bite with a fresh clean one, and pulled her hair into a ponytail.

"Ready!" they yelled into the general direction of False when they had shoved their suitcase under the bed and had gathered the rose petals into a small pile on one of the nightstands. The blonde quickly reappeared in the bedroom, carefully carrying a tray with Cleo's order on it.

"Great choices," False commented as she placed the tray on the foot of the bed. "This looks amazing. Got a preference for a side?" She motioned at the bed.

"I prefer to be furthest from the windows," Cleo admitted. "Sunlight's not deadly, but it's not comfortable either."

"You got it!" False elegantly climbed into the far side of the bed, taking care not to kick their wine or snacks. Once Cleo had gotten in on the other side, False admitted: "I do feel bad for Xisuma and Keralis. This was supposed to be their date night, I guess."

"We'll have to make sure we enjoy it on their behalf then," Cleo replied without thinking. When they realised what they had just said, they stammered: "I mean, uh..." False smiled and handed her a glass of wine.

"I think I get what you mean. Cheers." As their glasses touched, False pressed a kiss to Cleo's cheek. "Out of all the Hermits I could be sharing a bed with right now, I'm happy it's you."

"Yeah..." Cleo fell quiet and quickly took a sip of their wine. False grabbed the remote control from her nightstand.

"Wanna watch some bad late-night TV?" Cleo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sounds good to me." False smiled, and Cleo had to remind herself to breathe. As the noise of some random talkshow filled the room, False shifted closer to her so she could grab a piece of cheese. Their thighs touched, sending electricity down Cleo's spine. They tried to stay calm as False nestled herself against their side, her head resting against their chest. If she noticed how fast Cleo's heart was beating, she didn't say a thing.

"Glad it's you," False repeated, already beginning to sound sleepy.

"Me too," Cleo replied this time. "Me too."

#belle answers questions #belle writes #hermitcraft fanfiction #hermitshipping #falsesymmetry #zombiecleo #false/cleo #abschaumno1

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pesterloglog · 2 months

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Jade Harley, Karkat Vantas, Dave Strider, Roxy Lalonde

Page 99-105

JADE: the prince’s power grows.

KARKAT: JESUS CHRIST!

JADE: i feel him resonate through the void.

KARKAT: FUCKING GREAT.

DAVE: dude can you chill for like even a single fucking second

DAVE: also are you ok

KARKAT: OH, PARDON THE FUCK OUT OF ME FOR OVERREACTING A LITTLE WHEN MY GOOD FRIEND "POSSESSED JADE" BUSTS INTO MY RESPITEBLOCK AT 5 AM!

KARKAT: NEXT TIME I’LL JUST PULL THE COVERS BACK AND LET HER CLIMB IN!

JADE: i am uninterested in that scenario.

KARKAT: GREAT! POSSESSED JADE ISN’T EVEN HORNY! HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT?

KARKAT: HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?

DAVE: yeah i may be totally misunderstanding the intricacies of "next gen technology" designed by an idiot in microshorts

DAVE: but im pretty sure i locked that door

JADE: i unlocked it with my mind.

DAVE: fuck

KARKAT: FANTASTIC.

JADE: the prince’s powers are growing, but so are mine.

KARKAT: WOW? COOL? AND YOU HAD TO COME IN HERE AT THE ASSCRACK OF THE MORNING TO TELL US THIS?

KARKAT: LIKE YOU DON’T FLOAT AROUND LIKE A CREEPY PIECE OF SHIT ALL DAY AS IT IS?

JADE: ...

KARKAT: OH, IS THAT ALL? NOTHING ELSE TO SAY?

DAVE: karkat its fine

DAVE: who cares

KARKAT: YEAH. YOU’RE RIGHT.

KARKAT: IT’S NOT LIKE WE ACTUALLY HAVE ANYTHING TO WAKE UP FOR.

KARKAT: GO BACK TO BED.

DAVE: no dude im up fuck it

DAVE: i want coffee

KARKAT: FUCK! FINE! FUCK IT.

KARKAT: I NEED TO USE THE GAPER ANYWAY.

DAVE: oh me too

KARKAT: DON’T FOLLOW ME.

ROXY: oh what up

ROXY: its a whole ass pajama party up in here

ROXY: couldnt sleep??

KARKAT: JADE WOKE US UP BY BEING CREEPY.

ROXY: oh

ROXY: jade why did u do that

KARKAT: WHAT?

KARKAT: OH SHIT, THERE SHE IS! I DIDN’T EVEN HEAR HER FOLLOW US!

ROXY: sometimes a girls just got to get her drift on i guess

ROXY: it be like that

KARKAT: I PREFERRED WHEN ALL SHE DID WAS FLOAT AROUND AND POINT AT SHIT.

KARKAT: AT LEAST THAT WAS QUIET.

DAVE: yall want coffee

ROXY: sure

KARKAT: YEAH, THANKS.

DAVE: hate to give it up to venture capitalism but this coffee is EONS better than the garbage we had on the meteor

DAVE: this ship is maybe the dumbest thing ive ever looked at but its a give and take right

ROXY: maybe u just developed a taste for it

ROXY: i used to think coffee tasted like ass but drinkin it was another thing i felt like my mom woulda done

ROXY: turns out rose drinks tea and i stockholmed my own dumb butt into liking this addictive bean juice

ROXY: well i mean who knows what she drinks now

ROXY: dirk probs tossed the coffee machine out the space window right away

ROXY: dude doesnt "believe" in "substances"

KARKAT: WHY ARE YOU UP ANYWAY?

ROXY: well i wasnt but then somebody screamed like a rooster boned a teapot and had a noisy lovechild

DAVE: yeah thats basically accurate

KARKAT: FUCK YOU.

DAVE: maybe if youre lucky

KARKAT: THAT JOKE STOPS BEING FUNNY WHEN WE’VE ACTUALLY

KARKAT: UH

KARKAT: IS THERE MILK?

ROXY: lmao

ROXY: in the fridge

DAVE: wheres kanaya

ROXY: idk

ROXY: sleepin i hope

ROXY: last time i saw her she was on the second floor

ROXY: no

ROXY: the third floor observation deck

ROXY: this place is huge

KARKAT: PLEASE.

KARKAT: IT’S MAYBE A TENTH THE SIZE OF THE METEOR.

DAVE: yeah dude but that was basically a city

DAVE: this is more like a castle

DAVE: a castle of idk

DAVE: twenty something ennui

ROXY: anybody hungry

ROXY: i was thinkin about alchemizing some pancakes

ROXY: or maybe eggs

ROXY: they all basically taste the same at the end of the day i think alchemized food is like eighty percent imagination

ROXY: but both of you barely eat and its making me anxious

DAVE: damn thanks mom

DAVE: i mean

DAVE: shit

DAVE: dad

DAVE: roxy

DAVE: fuck sorry im tired

ROXY: haha its ok

ROXY: dont worry about it

DAVE: okay but just because our relatives turned evil doesnt mean we have to act like total animals

DAVE: we can still try to respect each others identities and shit

DAVE: anyway im gonna go check on kanaya

DAVE: possessed jade dont follow me

JADE: i am fine where i am.

DAVE: cool

#homestuck #homestuck^2 #jade harley #karkat vantas #dave strider #roxy lalonde #homestuck^2 act 1 #page 99 #page 100 #page 101 #page 102 #page 103 #page 104 #page 105 #alt calliope

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sainz-leclerc · 2 years

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fluffy thursday request: first time arthur leclerc and reader say “i love you”

Most people would be awkward or flustered when saying their first ''i love you'' Not your boyfriend Arthur. The fact he was so chill about it made you flustered.

The two of you were cuddling in his bed , just finishing dinner at his parents house. He had his face buried into your neck and an arm over your waist. The two of you were spooning in comfortable silence.

It just slipped out. The three words. They actually came out in french due to how comfortable he was with you , he unconsciously switched back to his mother language.

'' je t'aime'' he mumbled into your neck making you spin around in his arms , a small 'what' escaping your lips as you haven't heard him.

With a casual kiss to your lips he said ''I love you'' , making your eyes widen comically . The monegasque chuckled at your reaction and simply kissed your cheeks , snuggling up for a nap.

''Oh no no mister , sleep can wait'' you said poking his cheek. He grinned before opening his eyes and looking at you with a content look.

Processing the words , you ask a bit timidly ''you love me ?'' and Arthur looked at you like you just asked the dumbest question ever.

''Of course I do , do you ?'' he asked softly , not wanting to rush you into anything. He was okay with waiting for you , he would never want to rush you or make you feel uncomfortable.

A small smile tugged at your lips before you nodded.

His eyebrows rose playfully before he kissed you once more ''Yeah ?'' he asked breathlessly.

''I love you Arthur Leclerc'' you whispered against his cheek before leaving a sweet kiss in your way.

''Say it again''

#sainz leclerc fluffy thursday #al4 #arthur leclerc

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woah-were-halfway-there · 1 year

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Yes please Mia birthday blurb! (If you can) Happy Birthday Princess Mia 😍

This is a week late I’m so sorry but I made this a VERY long blurb (if it can even be called that) to make up for it. Happy birthday Mia 🥹

Mia Turns One

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Carson’s eyes blinked open as she slowly woke up. The bedroom was still dark, apart from the faint rays of sunshine peaking through the closed window curtains that would gradually become brighter as the sun rose outside. It was early, and given the quiet house, she was sure she was the first to wake up.

Auston remained still beside her, apart from the rise and fall of his upper body with each breath he took. No sound came through the monitor from Mia’s room, indicating she was still asleep too. Frank wasn’t curled up at the foot of the bed like he once used to do all the time. Instead, he opted to sleep on the fluffy rug next to Mia’s crib and had been more than content sticking to that routine for the past year. The thought made Carson smile.

Thinking she had a bit more time to rest, Carson snuggled more so under the duvet cover. The bedroom was chilly, and she was cursing herself for putting on just Auston’s t-shirt and nothing else, following what the two had gotten up to the night before after putting Mia to bed. The warm flannel pajama pants she was initially wearing were lying in a lump on the floor next to her side of the bed, with her faded ASU t-shirt, underwear, and Auston’s track pants skewed somewhere else around the room.

A chill ran over her skin, causing Carson to burrow further into the blankets and snuggle closer to Auston, who was basically her personal heater. However, as she shifted closer to her husband, Carson noticed she wasn’t the only one awake.

“Oh, morning, babe,” Carson greeted, surprised when she saw Auston staring back at her.

“Morning,” Auston responded, sounding mopey for some reason. “Are you cold?”

“A little,” Carson said while nodding.

“Well, come here then.”

Carson smiled as Auston opened his arms and wasted no time scooting closer so she could be wrapped in his embrace as they cuddled together. Once she was settled, resting against Auston’s chest, he started playing with her hair, and they both let out content sighs.

However, Carson knew something was up.

“Aus, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” Auston asked while moving away slightly so he could look down at Carson. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Then why are you sulking?” Carson challenged.

“I’m not.”

“You are, Auston. I know you.”

“Prove it,” Auston teased, then went back to playing with Carson’s hair as she leaned against him again.

“Well, I mean, still being with the same man I fell in love with when I was nineteen definitely helps in at least knowing a few things about him,” she teased back. “I can read you like a book, Aus. Like I know you can do the same with me. This is also why I know your moping is about a certain little birthday girl asleep down the hallway.”

Auston scoffed, then sighed dramatically.

“Ok, maybe a little.”

Carson chuckled, knowing she was right but refrained from telling Auston, ‘I told you so.’ She knew that day wouldn’t be an easy one for him.

“I can’t believe she’s a year old already, Carse,” Auston spoke softly. “It literally feels like yesterday I was rushing to the hospital to be with you because little miss decided she wanted to come early.”

“Yeah, it does not feel like it’s been a year since I spent my seven-hour labour screaming at you, saying ‘this is your fault’ every time a contraction hit,” Carson reminded, making Auston laugh.

“Don’t really miss that part,” he chuckled. “I do miss seeing you pregnant, though. Might want to see you pregnant again sometime soon.”

“W-what?” Carson stammered as she moved away and sat up so she could look at him better, prompting Auston to shift so that he was leaning against the headboard. “Really? You want more kids?”

Auston shrugged.

“I mean, yeah. I like the thought. But it’s not up to me to decide, either. I’m ok with whatever you want. And, of course, this isn’t anything that needs to be decided anytime soon. Just something I’ve been thinking about.”

“I appreciate you telling me,” Carson responded as she reached up to push some hair back away from Auston’s face, then moved down to kiss his shoulder before leaning against it. “I think I’m quite content with our little family of three and Frank. For now, at least. That could change as time passes, but there’s still so much for us to learn being parents.”

“Me too,” Auston responded, smiling, before leaning down to kiss Carson’s head. “I love doing this life with you.”

Another smile tugged at Carson’s mouth, but before she could say anything more, shuffling sounds and a small groan came through the monitor, indicating Mia was waking up.

“I think the birthday girl is awake,” Carson said, and it wasn’t long before Auston was moving away so he could get out of bed.

“I’ll get her,” he said, leaving no room for argument as he put on his pair of slippers and beelined for the door.

“Uh, Aus,” Carson spoke up, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to stifle the laughter she could feel trying to escape as she watched him.

“Yeah?”

“You’re not wearing any clothes.”

“Oh,” Auston paused, then glanced at their clothes all over the floor. “Right. I should put these back on.”

He was rather nonchalant about it as he bent down to grab his track pants and quickly put them on. He didn’t bother with a shirt, which didn’t surprise Carson, then winked at her before disappearing out the door.

A few moments later, Auston’s voice sounded through the monitor as he entered Mia’s room.

“Good morning, my girl,” Auston greeted, and Carson could basically hear the smile on his face as she reached down to grab the fluffy throw blanket lying in a bunch at the end of the bed and wrap herself in it before leaning back against the headboard and continuing to listen. “Happy birthday! Oh, someone is extra smiley this morning.”

Mia giggled in response, which had Carson melting from where she remained curled up in bed, knowing Auston would bring their daughter into the room shortly.

“And good morning to you too, Frank,” Auston continued. “Now, mini, should we go see your mama?”

“Mama,” Mia repeated, making Carson’s heart swell.

“Ok, let’s go.”

Footsteps sounded from down the hallway as they approached the bedroom door, and soon enough, Carson’s two favourite people in the world entered the room.

Mia was still sleepy, as to be expected, and it showed with how her tiny curls were matted as she leaned against Auston’s chest and how she tiredly rubbed her eyes. However, as soon as she laid eyes on Carson, she started smiling.

“There she is,” Auston gasped as he moved to the foot of the bed. Once there, Auston set Mia down on the mattress, facing Carson, then stepped back slightly. “Go get her.”

Mia’s face lit right up as she let out a happy squeal, then immediately started crawling towards her mom. Carson was beaming as she held out her hands to scoop Mia up once she was close enough.

“Hello, my sweet girl,” Carson greeted happily as she brought Mia towards her, and the two instantly started snuggling. Carson kissed Mia’s head, then played with her curls as Mia leaned against her chest. Soon enough, Auston crawled back into bed to join their little cuddle session.

“Can’t forget this,” Auston said as he held out a stuffed orca, which Mia took from him right away and held close.

The orca was a birthday gift from Mitch and Steph, which they gave Mia the prior Sunday when Carson and Auston had friends and family over for a small first birthday party. Of the multiple stuffed animals Mia had received over the last year, none seemed to appeal to her as much as the orca, as it soon became a comfort item of hers. In the three whole days she’d had it, Mia hardly went anywhere without it.

“You love your Whaley very much, don’t you?” Carson asked as she looked down at Mia.

“I don’t know if love is a strong enough word,” Auston stated. “She’s obsessed with it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“No, but I know Mitch will never shut up about how he gifted it to her.”

Carson rolled her eyes at the comment but tried not to laugh at how accurate it was as she moved her attention back to Mia.

“Mia, do you know what today is?” Carson asked while tapping Mia’s arm so she’d look up at her. “I know you don’t, but I will tell you anyway. It’s January 25th, which means it’s your birthday, my little Aquarius. Happy birthday, baby!”

Mia just hummed in response and snuggled closer to her whale. The three of them stayed silent for a moment until Frank jumped up onto the bed and curled up between Carson and Auston, prompting Mia to reach toward him and attempt to say his name.

“Fr-fr,” she said and reached towards the Goldendoodle. Carson swiftly set her back onto the mattress, watched Mia scoot closer to Frank, then lay her head against him, still clutching onto Whaley.

“God, she’s so cute,” Auston said as he leaned back against the headboard, looking alarmed.

“She really is,” Carson agreed. “Not to flex, but we made that.”

“The biggest flex, honestly.”

Carson chuckled, then reached down to push Mia’s curls away from her face.

“Alright, little miss. Let’s go brush our teeth, and then we’ll get you some breakfast.”

Mia didn’t put up a fight as Auston scooped her up again and took her to the ensuite, not letting go of Whaley as they went, though.

Carson watched them go, smiling wide but stayed and spent a few moments giving Frank some love before joining the other two, brushing her teeth, and grabbing a clean diaper for Mia to change into. Once they were done, Carson put on a pair of sweatpants, and Auston threw on a hoodie, then they all headed downstairs for breakfast.

After getting Mia situated in her high chair, Auston went over to where Carson was cutting up some fruit, pulled her in for a proper kiss, then winked at her and lightly smacked her butt before moving away to let Frank into the backyard.

“It’s a little early for you to be a tease, isn’t it?” Carson asked as she side-eyed her husband while he opened the sliding glass door leading to the deck outside.

“Never too early,” Auston replied simply, not even making contact as he watched Frank brush past and close the door after him. He was smiling cheekily as he knew Carson was looking at him unimpressed, but Auston still didn’t look her way until a moment later when he faced her again, and she was scowling. “Oh, c’mon, you love it.”

“I hope you love the couch 'cause that’s where you’ll be sleeping tonight,” Carson grumbled, then went back to cutting up strawberries for Mia.

“Babe,” Auston whined as he crept up behind Carson again, wrapped his arms around her, then leaned onto her shoulder and gently kissed her jaw. Carson chuckled softly, letting him win her over as she turned to face him and peck his lips. “What’re you making?”

“Nothing special. Just cutting up some fruit, then figured I’d make some eggs, toast and sausage for the three of us.”

“Want some help?”

“I’d love some.”

Auston nodded, then kissed Carson once more before moving away. He went over to his phone and briefly scrolled before some music played over the stereo. Unfortunately, it was a Justin Bieber song, which made Carson want to roll her eyes, but she couldn’t because Mia started bopping her head along to the beat.

“You like this song, mini?” Auston asked, smiling as he stopped in front of Mia’s high chair and mimicked her movements. “It’s a good one.”

“I mean, you play it so much, she doesn’t really have a choice in liking it,” Carson snarked, making Auston scowl when he looked in her direction again.

“Why are you such a hater?”

“Why are you such a fanboy?”

Auston huffed in response before turning his attention back to Mia and smiled again as he ruffled her curls, earning a smile from the toddler. He then glanced back at Carson, who had resumed cutting fruit, before looking over at the pepper mill that resided on the kitchen island and grabbing it to use as a microphone just as the song's chorus began.

“That if I can’t be close to you,” Auston started, in the worst possible singing voice, making Carson jump slightly and quickly snap her gaze in his direction, only to see him inching closer. “I’ll settle for the ghost of you.”

��Oh, my god, Auston,” Carson said, shaking her head and unsuccessfully fighting another smile.

“I miss you more than life.”

Mia was giggling, and Carson was smiling so wide as they both watched Auston finish the chorus as if he were auditioning for a singing competition. Once the chorus was done, he set down the pepper mill and danced to the sliding door to let Frank back inside as if nothing had just happened. Carson just shook her head and returned to prepping while Auston went to the fridge and took out the eggs, milk, shredded cheese and sausage.

Letting him have his little moment, Carson decided not to tease him too much while she saw him still swaying to the music and kept quiet, only softly humming as she put the berries into a little bowl for Mia to snack on while she waited for the rest of her breakfast.

Auston noticed Carson humming along to the song, just in time for the chorus to start again and considered it his chance to really get her smiling. So, without a second thought, he closed the gap between them again.

“Woah,” Carson gasped when suddenly Auston grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.

“Since the love that you left is all that I get,” Auston sang, trying to keep his composure at Carson’s surprised expression. “I want you to know that-.”

“Aus-.”

“Dance with me.”

Auston then gently pushed Carson away, still holding her hands so he could spin her into a twirl. Carson’s laughs filled the room as Auston turned her around, brought her back to his chest, and spun them around.

“You’re wild, Matthews,” Carson said between laughs as they continued dancing in a circle.

“That makes you wild for marrying me,” Auston responded before spinning Carson again and bringing her toward him again as the song slowed down.

“That’s ok because I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Carson leaned against Auston’s chest and wrapped her arms around him as they swayed together for the remainder of the song. She started humming again and closed her eyes, wanting to live in a moment like that with him forever. Auston kept one arm around her, then brought his other hand up to the back of her head and gently played with her hair as the song gradually ended.

“I love you, Aus,” Carson told him softly.

“And I love you, Carse,” Auston replied, kissing the top of her head. “Forever.”

‘Ghost’ ended, and a new song started playing, but Carson and Auston stayed there until Mia squealed and began clapping. Her parents’ antics entertained her, and it showed.

“Oh, you thought that was funny, huh?” Carson asked while she gave Auston one more squeeze before moving away and heading over to the counter to grab the bowl of berries. “Here, baby, have some fruit.”

Mia smiled and dug right into her strawberries once Carson set them down in front of her. Auston wasn’t far behind with a sippy cup filled with water and smirked at Carson once they made eye contact again.

“Those strawberries won’t hold her off for long. We should probably actually make some breakfast now,” Auston said, and Carson nodded in agreement.

While they cooked breakfast, Carson and Auston each received numerous FaceTime calls from friends and family wanting to wish Mia a happy birthday. Unfortunately, while Carson was plating their food, she missed a call from Mitchy. So naturally, he called right back and gave Carson shit when she finally answered.

“Oh, I’m surprised you're clothed,” Mitch said once the call connected, making Steph’s mouth fall open in surprise as she glared from where she was sitting next to him.

“I was making breakfast, Mitchell,” Carson snapped at her cousin, making Auston snort with laughter from where he was pouring them each a cup of coffee.

“Given the track record of things you and Auston have been doing when I’ve tried calling, you can’t blame me for assuming the worst. Anyways, let me see the baby, please.”

Carson rolled her eyes and shook her head but didn’t sass back as she walked over to Mia’s high chair and held her phone so they could see the birthday girl.

“Happy birthday, Meems!” Mitchy greeted, making Mia smile and clap once she recognized who was on the screen.

“Happy birthday, sweet girl,” Steph said. “I’ll see you later for the game!”

“I’ll score a goal for you,” Mitchy added, making Auston scoff.

Carson glanced at him, silently telling him not to start, which Auston just mumbled to himself in response while she brought Mia’s breakfast on a bright pink plastic plate.

“This birthday girl has been patiently waiting for her breakfast, so I think we’re gonna go, guys,” Carson said as she moved away from the highchair with her phone so Mia could enjoy her food in peace. “We’ll see you guys later!”

“Bye!” Mitch and Steph said together before Carson ended the call. Once she set her phone down, she could finally enjoy the rest of the morning with her little family.

After breakfast, the Matthews family took things pretty easily. Auston had a couple of hours before he needed to go to SBA for practice but was set on soaking up every moment with Mia that he could. Carson offered to take Frank on his morning walk around the neighbourhood alone so that Mia and Auston could have more one-on-one time. Auston was ready to debate it, saying he had no problem taking Frank out, but he knew how much Carson enjoyed taking Frank on walks and deserved some time to herself.

Carson was gone for about half an hour, but when she and Frank returned home, she was met by something she was not expecting. She had just finished taking her coat and boots off when Auston called for her from the living room.

“Carse, come here quick,” he said, which had Carson having a moment of panic. She didn’t know if something was wrong but knew she didn’t have time to ask questions in case there was. So, she threw her coat onto a hook and rushed to the living room.

“What’s going on-,” she started but stopped when she saw what was happening. Mia stood next to the coffee table, indicating that she used it to pull herself up into a standing position like she had many times before. She was in that in-between stage of being able to stand independently but hadn’t taken her first steps yet.

“I think she might do it,” Auston spoke up from where he was sitting on the ground, a few steps between him and Mia with his arms out. “C’mon, mini, come to daddy. I won’t let you fall.”

“You can do it, baby,” Carson assured softly as she walked up behind Auston, then crouched to be closer to Mia’s eye level. “We got you.”

Mia smiled upon seeing her mom again and reached toward her but soon realized Carson wasn’t coming over to pick her up like she usually did. So instead, she stopped, and Mia was left just looking at both of her parents and becoming more aware of the distance between her and them.

She was still holding onto the coffee table, and it looked like she might just sit down and crawl over to them. However, instead, she took her hand off the table and took a small step.

“Oh, my god,” Carson gasped, tears prickling her eyes as Mia continued taking more steps towards them until she reached Auston’s hands; then he picked her up and brought her to his chest.

“You did it, Mia!” Auston exclaimed. “Look at you go!”

“Your mom and sisters are going to be sad that I didn’t get that on camera,” Carson said, then noticed Mia reaching toward her. Auston didn’t put up a fight in handing their daughter over to Carson once she joined him in sitting on the ground too. “Oh, my, we’ve got a walking one-year-old. Whatever will we do?”

Carson started peppering Mia with kisses, which made Mia giggle, and Auston smiled so wide as he watched his two girls. Carson then looked at Auston and smirked.

“Next thing we know, she’ll be driving and bringing boys over.”

“No, don’t say that,” Auston replied while holding a hand to his heart and dramatically leaning back against the couch. “It hurts. She’s gonna be small forever and never want anything to do with boys.”

“I think your daddy will be in for a rude awakening, right, Mia?” Carson said and kissed Mia’s cheek once more. “You’re going to keep him on his toes.”

“Just like her mother does.”

Carson gave Auston an unimpressed look for that comment, to which Auston just winked at her in response. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at her lips as she stood up with Mia.

“Alright, little miss. Let’s find something fun for you to do until nap time.”

When Mia was around six months old, Carson and Auston made a sensory bin for her. Inside it were different items and activities she could use that stimulated her senses, but she also found entertaining to play with. It was enough to keep her occupied while Auston slipped out when he had to leave for practice at SBA. He still said goodbye but was very quick and cheerful about it, and her being distracted by her toys helped.

Lately, Mia had been struggling with seeing Auston leave because she knew he wouldn’t be back for a while sometimes. As a result, she was developing separation anxiety from him, which, naturally, was extremely difficult for him and Carson to witness. They’d been trying their best to navigate this, and the general anxiousness Mia sometimes showed, which Carson blamed herself deeply for, the best they could. Mia’s anxiety was something they’d received praise for in how they handled it because they were always so patient and supportive they always were for their daughter. Despite it being a challenge, Carson and Auston embraced it and didn’t treat it as a burden, showing they were the best people to guide Mia.

Since the beginning of their relationship, Carson has always been very transparent with Auston about her mental health struggles, and he has been excellent about it all. So when she was experiencing postpartum depression after Mia was born, she realized how vital that transparency was with Auston. He was her partner, so there was no reason for her not to talk to him about it. But also, if Carson had an off day where she closed herself off from those she cared about, something she tended to do if she was in a really bad low and Auston wasn’t home, it was harder for him to know about Carson and Mia’s wellbeing.

There was one incident while he was away, less than a month after Mia was born, where Carson’s depression was so bad that she ignored her phone and was just kind of in auto-pilot mode taking care of Mia. No one could get ahold of her, and that had Auston stressed beyond belief. Once he finally got in touch with Carson, she realized what she’d unintentionally done and broke down on the phone with Auston, apologizing for making him worry as she genuinely didn’t mean to. Once she calmed down more, Auston reminded her that if she’s struggling, he’s there to help and how that goes for her and Mia. Mia couldn’t communicate her struggles like Carson could, given she was so young, so it was up to Carson to advocate for both of them.

Since that away trip, Carson has shared everything with Auston. Again, it wasn’t that she meant to keep how she was feeling from him, but more so didn’t want to feel like a burden. But sharing those things with Auston also included being honest when things were tough with Mia.

Mia’s birthday was one of those days.

When Auston got home from practice, he found his girls together in his and Carson’s bed upstairs, with Frank resting on the floor. Once he was off the ice, Auston saw messages from Carson telling him that Mia got fussy after he left and wouldn’t settle. She obviously wanted her dad, which Carson explained in the texts, but there wasn’t much she could do to help the situation. When Mia really experienced separation anxiety from Auston, she never took it out on Carson. She found so much comfort in her mom, and Carson knew that, but it was still hard to watch, and this day was no exception.

“Hey,” Carson greeted softly and sniffled once Auston entered the room.

“Hey, babe,” Auston said as he climbed onto the bed next to his wife, then nodded toward their toddler, asleep in her mom’s arms. “How is she?”

“She cried herself to sleep about 15 minutes ago,” Carson explained, letting out a sob as she reached up to wipe away a tear before gently running her fingers through Mia’s curls. “She was really anxious, Aus. I couldn’t set her down, she was just clutching onto me, and no matter what I did, she wouldn’t stop crying.”

“I see,” Auston nodded in understanding. “And how are you?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

Auston appreciated her response but knew more needed to be said.

“Carse,” he sighed. “I know you’re mentally beating yourself up so much right now, but please don’t. You’re enough. You’re exactly what Mia needed in a moment like this, and just looking at how she’s still holding onto you in her sleep shows me how much she relies on you. I know you’re not feeling very strong right now, but Mia will always need her mom, and you’re her rock, babe.”

“I just hate seeing her like that, Auston. I hate having anxiety. I hate how it makes me feel, and I hate that I’ve now passed it on to our daughter.”

“Carson, don’t say that this isn’t your fault. This isn’t a burden and never will be. I know Mia will be ok because she has you helping her with her anxiety. She will grow up knowing it’s ok not to be ok, and if she needs professional help, that’s ok too. Mia has the most unbiased mother when it comes to mental health stuff. She’s only a year old. We’ve got time to help her navigate this stuff, babe.”

“I just don’t want her ever to feel how I sometimes do,” Carson whispered, still crying but nodding in agreement.

“I know, bub. I know,” Auston assured as he scooted closer to her and got under the blankets. Carson quickly moved closer to Auston so she could lean against him, still being mindful of Mia as she continued to sleep. Once they were settled, Auston started playing with Carson’s hair soothingly, then spoke up again. “Have you talked to your therapist lately?”

Carson sighed.

“The last time I saw her was just before Christmas. I-I think I’m going to see if I can get in get in within the next week, so I talk to her before you’re off for All-Star and bye week. I don’t want to feel like this. I want to properly enjoy the time me, you and Mia get together.”

“If that’s what you think you should do, you know you’ve got my support,” Auston said, then kissed her head. “Just let me know because I’ll be more than happy to spend time with our little girl. I’ll even bring her to practice with me if I have to.”

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Carson chuckled. “We’ll figure something out, though.”

“We always do. And Carse, you know I’m always here to listen too, right? About anything at any time.”

Auston then linked his hand with Carson’s and brought hers up to his mouth, kissed it, then rubbed his thumb over her engagement ring and wedding band as he rested their hands on his lap.

“For better or for worse.”

“For better or worse,” Auston repeated, smiling at Carson. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah,” she told him honestly. “I meant it when I said I felt better with you being home. I always feel at ease with you.”

“Good. Because I think there’d be issues if you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I may have ended up back with my ex if that were the case,” Carson said, not in a bad way by any means, but the comment still made Auston stiffen. “Aus, you know I don’t actually mean that.”

“I know,” Auston agreed. “Just the mention of him makes me mad, is all. I’ll never not hate him for all he’s put you through.”

“It at least, in a way, led me to you. You healed a heart that you didn’t break and showed me what true love is.”

“I’d do it all again. We’ve come so far from the little nineteen-year-olds we were when we first met.”

“And I like to think we’ve done pretty good,” Carson stated and squeezed Auston’s hand, then glanced down at Mia, who was still sleeping soundly between them. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a nap too. We still have a lot ahead of us for this little girl's birthday today.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Auston said, then gently used his hand that wasn’t holding Carson’s to gently place under her chin and guide her gaze to his, delicately pecking her lips once they made eye contact. “I love you.”

“I know you do,” Carson responded, smiling before she leaned in to kiss him again. “And I love you. So. Freaking. Much, Auston Matthews.”

After that, the two of them laid down properly, not bothering to move Mia to her crib and opting for a family nap session. Their nap lasted a little over an hour before Mia stirred awake. She was a little groggy from crying herself to sleep, but she was in much better spirits waking up to see both of her parents there and wasted no time indicating she wanted snuggles from them.

When Auston had to leave and head to the arena for the game, Mia wasn’t as anxious as she’d been earlier. He gave both her and Carson a hug and kiss goodbye but was hesitant to leave because he didn’t want a repeat of what had happened earlier. However, Mia was content being snuggled on the couch with Carson, her whale and Frank, all watching a show together and even waved goodbye to Auston as he left.

Carson, Mia and Steph had a good time at the game, too. By the end of the third period, Mia was fading fast, fighting to stay awake from where she sat on her mom’s lap, but the Leafs went into OT against the Rangers.

During parts of the game, Carson was watching Auston and noticed he seemed to be in some discomfort but couldn’t think of why. So, she made a mental note to ask him after the game and kept an eye on him because she naturally wanted to know he was okay.

Auston stayed in the game and was on the ice when Mitchy scored the overtime winner. After the initial celly, Mitch pointed in the direction he knew the girls were sitting, indicating that the goal was for Mia, just like he’d promised earlier that day.

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