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tommymykink · 3 years

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You're mine (One shot)

Summary : Tommy and y/n (his bestfriend) gets into a fight over the phone and y/n asks Tommy to meet her in her room. Tommy rejects and things take a turn when y/n loses her temper and says something questionable. Smut ensues. Also, y/n takes the lead.

Words : 2210 words

Warning : smut, dirty talking, domination, extremely nsfw, cuss words, sexual activity

Pairing : Tommy X Reader (M/F)

[Note : I've tried writing a sub Tommy smut. I hope you like it ;) ]

Enjoy!

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You rest your head on your table, feeling that faint headache building in your temples. The irritated voice of Tommy, seeming distant as you put the phone away, not being able to handle his tantrums anymore.

“Y/N YOU THERE? ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME??”, you hear him scream from the other side.

“Damn it Tommy! Can you be a bit more reasonable?! We have been friends for 2 years now and all you do is scream at me! Let me help you relax when you’re stressed! Why do you keep building a wall around you? Aren’t we friends? Aren’t friends supposed to support each other when they are stressed?!”, you exclaim, very annoyed at the way Tommy always behaves with you when he is angry.

You hear Tommy’s sigh. And then a familiar silence sets in. After several minutes of either of you not uttering a word, Tommy clears his throat.

“I’m sorry”, he says his apology, his voice barely a whisper.

“Tommy you need to control your anger! You hurt me so much. All I want is to stick up for you and be there for you because I’m your friend! I care about you!”, you feel a lump in your throat, your eyes struggling to well up with tears.

“Hmmm”, he mumbles, and you hear the shuffling of papers, followed by a loud thud. You sigh.

“Meet me in my room Tommy, we need to talk. You need to calm down”, you say, hoping you would be able to help him with whatever that was bothering him, despite the fact that he acts like an asshole every time things go haywire and he always ends up letting out his anger on you.

“Sorry y/n I’m not in the mood”, he mouths, in a low voice.

“YOU’RE NOT IN THE WHAT NOW? MOOD? I’M ONLY ASKING YOU TO MEET ME TO DISCUSS! I’M NOT ASKING YOU TO FUCK ME BITCH”, you scream, unable to control your temper anymore.

“Eh?”, Tommy huffs, followed by a silence. Did you say too much? Maybe you said too much? You feel bad and embarrassed for saying the last part and just as you were about to say your apology you hear Tommy say “Okay” and hang up the call.

“Ughhhhh, I’m no different than Tommy. I can’t control my anger either”, you huff, closing your eyes in annoyance.

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About 10 minutes later, you hear your door open with a loud noise and close with a bang. You look at Tommy with wide eyes, standing up instinctively, ready to speak your apology.

“Tommy I’m so…”, before you could finish, you find Tommy’s lips crash against yours, his hands making their way to the small of your back. You were so surprised that for a second you forget to react.

Taking advantage of your stunned state, Tommy pushes you onto your bed, wasting no time to kneel down and lift up your lace night gown to quickly pull down your panties.

“Tommy we can’t! You’re marr…”

“Shhhh”, Tommy slaps your inner thigh and you let out a soft whimper as you feel his digits work on your folds. His cold wedding ring brushes against your clit, making you shudder with all the sensations.

“Do you think it matters now”, he purrs, and before you can mouth a word he crashes his tongue onto your clit, stimulating it in ways that lights a fire in your whole being, body and soul. You arch your back, your fingers making way through his silky hair, while he buries his head between your legs.

“Tommy!”, you scream his name several times, giving in to the pleasures that he was gifting you, moaning at the touch of his warm tongue against your sensitive womanhood. Tommy let’s out occasional whimpers too, making you feel the vibration against your skin, as he inserts one finger inside your pussy. Eventually he adds another one, curling it and pumping in and out, hitting your sweet spot each time.

But just as you were about to reach your high, Tommy stops. Getting up on his feet he straightens his shirt and turn around to leave. Utterly confused and absolutely furious at his behaviour, you sit up and grab his wrist to pull him down on you. As he hovers over you, you grab his mouth with your lips, kissing him so wildly that Tommy is caught a bit off guard. He chuckles against your lips.

“Why I thought you didn’t want me to fuck you?”, he finally whispers, breaking the kiss to catch some air.

You smirk, which leaves an amused smile on his handsome face.

“What are you thinking babygir…”, before he could finish his sentence, you use all your might to roll over so that now you’re sitting on top of him.

“I’m your daddy today and you have been a very bad girl”, you grab his jaw lightly. Giving him a naughty smile, you unbutton his shirt and throw it out of your way.

“Hmmm what are we gonna do about it”, you purr, leaving a trail of kisses on his bare chest, lowering down further until you find his belt. Looking him straight in the eye, you open his belt and lower down his pants. You leave a sloppy lick on his underwear fabric, the only thing separating your mouth and the skin of his hard bulge. Tommy throws his head back at the sensation, letting out a groan.

“Uh huh, look at me, straight in the eye. Tell me babygirl, do you want me to pleasure you?”

“Yes please”, Tommy whispers.

“Not convincing”, you stand up denying him of any touch. Tommy groans

“Damn it y/n why are you…”

“Beg”.

Tommy's eyes widen at the boldness with which you state your command.

“Eh?”

“If you want it so bad you have to BEG for it babygirl”.

Despite the fact that Tommy was naturally dominant, his curious nature makes him surrender. He wanted to see how far you can go, if you can at all tame the beast in him.

“Please y/n, please me. Make me scream your name and let me cum inside that pretty little mouth of yours”, he says with such lust in his voice that you almost lose control. But you knew Tommy was testing you, and you didn’t want to lose this game. The thought of defeating him at his own game turned you on even more.

You slowly start stroking his hard bulge over the thin fabric before you hook your fingers at the hem of the underwear and pull it down. His hard member springs free, and you give it a few pumps before licking the tip ever so slightly.

“Fuck y/n”. Tommy shudders at the tease.

“You like it babygirl?”. You use your tongue up and down his shaft a few times before you take him in your mouth. He lets out loud moans as you bob your head up and down his thick shaft, starting slow but eventually picking up the pace. He tangles his fingers in your lose hair to lightly support your head, and starts moving his hips back and forth following the rhythm of your movement. You moan and whimper occasionally, looking straight in his eye, tears rolling down your cheek as you gag around his hard cock. You tease and lick and suck with such precision, that it doesn’t take much time for Tommy to go over the edge. With a loud groan followed by your name he fills your mouth with his sweet cum, his rough breathing sounding music to your ears.

“Your turn, finish what you started my little pet”, you hiss as you make your way to his mouth, kissing him, making him taste his warm juices.

Tommy tries to roll you over to hover over you but you stop him.

“Uh huh, we’re doing it my way”. You make your way up to his face, putting each knee on either side of his head.

“What say my little plaything, you wanna make daddy cum on your face, fill your pretty little mouth with all her sweet juices?”

“Yes please. Let me pleasure you my queen”, he hisses and holds your thighs to support you against him. You arch your back and close your eyes as you feel his warm tongue swirl between your folds, then making way up to your clit. He lightly sucks on your clit making you weak and wobbly. Your body reacts violently to the sensations as he puts his tongue as deep as he can into your wet hole, massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb. You pick up your rhythm as you slowly grind on his mouth, his low whimpers vibrating through your skin, making your legs shake. You feel closer and closer to your end as the tingling sensations keep increasing.

“Tommy!” With a loud moan you shake uncontrollably, as you orgasm violently, painting Tommy’s beautiful face with your juices.

You descend from him to give him a kiss, a slow sensual dance of your tongues as you lay over his chest. Tommy helps you out of you night gown and shudders at the touch of your bare breasts against his warm skin.

“My queen”, he moans as he plays with your hard nipples with his thumb.

You whimper into his mouth, goosebumps covering your bare back, your wet mound pulsating at the sensations. You leave a trail of kisses down his neck, lightly nibbling the sensitive skin under his ear making him groan. You work your thumb on his hard nipples until your mouth finds it, your swirling tongue playing and teasing, making his body shudder violently.

“Y/n, please…..”, Tommy moans stroking his hard member, his eyes closed shut at the pleasure you were making him feel.

“Please what? You want it so bad don’t you, my little whore”, you say, a teasing smile curved on your lips as you remember the number of times Tommy addressed his wife that way.

“Say it darling, what it is that you want?”

“I want you to…..mark your territory. I want to fill you with my seeds my queen. Claim me as yours”, Tommy manages to whisper in between his moans.

You feel your juices dripping all over his bare skin as you leave licks and sloppy kisses all over his bare chest, occasionally nibbling and bruising with your teeth.

“You’re mine”. You straddle him, lining his hard member with your entrance and slowly start taking him in. You see Tommy throw his head back as you start grinding on him. You moan, biting your lips hard as you slowly chase your euphoria.

You lean over his chest as he rests his hands on your hips to guide your slow rhythm, your heavy breathing taking him to seventh heaven, making him forget the world around you. In this moment only the two of you exist, away from the problems of the world, from all the tensions and quarrels that ever affected your relationship. For some reason you are feeling like you belong here, right in his arms. You are feeling like you are letting out all that was buried deep inside of you, the feelings you were too afraid to confess.

“Tommy”, you place a light kiss on his lips. “Look at me when you cum babygirl, can you do that for daddy?”

“Yes my queen” , he huffs as you dig your nails into the soft flesh of his shoulders.

You increase the rhythmic dance over his hard cock more as you feel him throbbing inside, signalling his end soon. You hold his face with your fumbling hands as you look straight into his beautiful baby blue eyes, shinning like stars showing the affection he feels for you.

The feeling of oneness engulfs you as you feel your walls clench around him, and with a loud moan your orgasm washes over you. Tommy follows close as he feels his cock twitch inside your tight cunt and with a heavy groan he fills your walls with his hot stream. He helps you ride through your high.

You collapse onto his chest, both your heavy breathing mingling together in perfect symphony.

As you set your foot back to reality, you realise what you just did. A lump form in your throat as you get down from his chest to leave, but Tommy pulls you and cradles you close to his bosom, sniffing your beautiful scent.

“You dare not leave me after claiming me as yours”, a smirk appears on Tommy’s lips as he whispers in your ear.

You look at him, concern in your eyes.

“Will you accept your wife if she ever comes back to you?”

Tommy leaves an affectionate kiss on your forehead.

“Some things are not meant to be, sweetheart. And Tommy Shelby doesn’t dwell on people who give up on him”, he sighs, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.

You smile, planting a kiss on his soft lips. Although you are uncertain where this relationship would go, what place you will have in Tommy’s life, and for how long, but for now you just want to live in this moment. Because you trust Tommy, yes you trust him. And you will NEVER give up on him.

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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stepbro george smut 🤤 if u could do hard dom george with fem reader?

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Title: 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓅𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑒𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒

Warnings: NSFW! (Minors DNI), coarse language, sub reader, hard dom, stepcest, degrading, teasing, masturbation, slapping, voyeurism, (unedited)

Pronouns: she/her AFAB

Synopsis: You and George are left alone at home which causes you to become bored and restless, you then bother George with your boredom.

Word count: 1.6k

Note: I'll try to write this the best I can, I don't rlly know how to write hard dom george but I'll try! Thank you for the request <3

* Let me know if there are any warnings or any other things to change !!

Welcome 🧝🏽‍♀️ anon btw!

*My emojis updates since I took that photo so now the emoji looks different

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Your eyes shifted to stare at your stepbrother George, you then quickly glanced away when he looked over at you. You heard him scoff a bit before he walked away, the heat rose to your cheeks and made you blush. You were sitting on the couch watching the TV and zoning out but stopped when you heard your parents at the door "We're leaving to stay at your aunts for the weekend! George is in charge of the house!" you had barely caught on to what they were saying as they had just suddenly left.

"George?" you called out to him just as your parents had left "yeah, what?" he came down the stairs "Why're our parents leaving?" you asked "didn't you listen to them? They're staying over with our aunt" George rolled his eyes at you "No yeah- I got that, but why?" you turned around on the couch so you two were now face to face "They left because you were annoying them too much" George snickered "Hey! That's mean- Why're they really leaving??" you got up from the couch.

George shrugged and started walking off "Don't be an asshole!" you crossed your arms and pouted "An asshole? Me? Never! I'm one of the kindest guys you'll ever meet, and I know you won't meet many but that's not the point" he teased you "HEY! What's that supposed to mean?" you followed him up the stairs "What? I'm just saying the truth!" George slipped into his bedroom and tried to get away from you, you groaned as he shut the door on you and went into your own room.

'George is an idiot, he keeps teasing me' you thought to yourself as you laid down on the bed, you tossed around in your sheets as you were becoming restless and bored. "I'm so BORED" you groaned out in boredom, your hands pulling at your face in agony "ughhhhh" you made random noises to try and satisfy your boredom "Hey- do you mind not being annoying?" George opened your door "I'm so bored though!" you exclaimed "Yeah well go and do something then, stop bothering me about it!" George went to slam your door but you stopped him "Why don't you hang out with me or something??" you suggested.

"Because you're just my dumb little sister" George walked off "C'mon! We can play a game or something!" you were desperately trying to satisfy your boredom "Why don't you just go on your phone like a normal person?" George left you alone once again. You slumped down onto the floor and held your head in your hands "Why's he always gotta be so difficult?" you huffed in annoyance, you take your phone out and decide to bother George over the internet.

You called him a bunch of times until he picked up "WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT??" he screamed into the phone "I'm bored! Why don't you just hang out with meeeee?" you asked "because then you'll just complain the whole time!" George hung up but you repeatedly kept calling him "I'm literally so close to blocking you!" George sighed "We could play one of your video games??" you smiled as you thought he might finally agree to do something with you "I am not gonna let you touch my shit, just go touch yourself or something, I don't fucking know" he hung up again.

You blushed at his suggestion 'Touch myself? I can't believe he suggested that! He's a gross pervert!' you thought to yourself but your hand was ironically already subtly making its way down between your legs. His suggestion couldn't hurt and it was an easy way to pass sometime and cure your boredom, you had to be quiet though, George's room was literally right next to yours and you'd be embarrassed to hell if he heard you.

You pulled down your pants so they were hanging around your thighs and then you proceeded to rub yourself down there, you moaned quietly but then had to quickly shut yourself up. You leaned over on the bed and positioned yourself so your face was buried in the blankets and your fingers were rubbing at your sore clit, you were huffing and puffing into the sheets.

Your fingers slipped inside and you let out a small gasp, you moved your other hand to cover your mouth. Your eyes closed as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to releasing, your orgasm already approaching hastily, you didn't know that anyone was there watching you until you heard a clear coughing noise "Having fun?" you blushed all over. You slowly moved your hands and looked up at George "h-hey.." you gulped nervously, you stupid girl- why didn't you lock the door?!

"That looked fun, why'd you stop?" He crossed his arms over and looked down at you "B- Because you're watching me.." you whispered "If you didn't want my attention then you should've been more quiet. Fucking yourself right next to my bedroom? Naughty girl" George smirked "I- I-.." You tried to speak up but he didn't let you "Keep going" He ordered you. You meekly listened and started to touch yourself again "There's no use in hiding your voice, our parents are gone and I'm already here" George told you.

You let out a choked moan, you glanced away from George as his eyes were on you "Didn't know my sister was such a whore.. Getting off because I told you to, aren't you?" George teased, you nodded shyly "I knew it. Are you thinking about me while you do it?" He leaned in closer to breath hot hair onto your ear. You shiver from his warm breath "m- maybe.." you answer him "maybe isn't good enough, doll" George crawls on top of you and pins you to the bed.

You pull your hand away from your crotch and you try to back up a bit "Are you tryna run away? Just let me know now if you want me to leave" George gave you a way to back out but you rejected it "Fine with me, c'mere.." He leaned in and kissed your lips. You kissed him back gently, you were still half stunned that your stepbrother was here doing this to you. You pulled away quickly "G-George! You're my stepbrother!" you exclaimed "Yeah, you just realize that now?" George laughed and pulled you back in again.

"Come on, don't use me like this, you don't even like me!" you pushed him away "Who says I don't like you? I might tease you and you might annoy me but that's just regular sibling things, right?" George had a point "Is that all you think of me? Your sister?" he shakes his head "During the day I do, but at night-" He didn't finish his sentence as he captured your lips in another kiss.

You closed your eyes and kissed him back, your hands running through his hair as you two kiss. George pulled away for a bit of air and then started to roughly kiss at your neck "fuck.." you gasped "D- don't leave any marks!" you warned him "And if I do? Just put some makeup on" George bit down on your neck "ah!" you moaned from his little actions.

"Did you stretch yourself earlier?" George started to unbuckle his belt, you nodded and opened your legs to show your aching hole "You're such a slutty sister.." George bit his lip as he zipped down his pants and positioned himself at your entrance, he slowly slid in and you let out a loud groan "ahhhhh fuckkkkk.." you threw your head back.

He grunted as he started to thrust inside of you, his cock felt huge inside of you, the tip of his dick was hitting every part inside of you and it felt amazing! You held onto his arms and dug your nails into his shoulders "S-shit!" you swallowed down another moan "Damn, you gonna cum already?" George teased you. He started to buck his hips even faster, his free hand was bruising your hip while the other one was clamped around your neck and holding your head up to look at him.

"Cum for me, cum for your fucking stepbrother" he slapped you across the face which left a tingle on your skin. You came just after he had slapped you, your pussy clenched around him and he groaned loudly "oh fuck-" he didn't mean to but he ended up cumming inside of you after you had an orgasm. You laid down on the bed and tried to catch your breath, George sighed and left the room to grab a washcloth.

He started to clean your insides, his hand sliding inside of you just to clean the cum out "Ow!" you winced "Sorry Y/n.." he whispered "What're you being so nice to me now for?" you asked "I'm your brother, I can still be nice and an annoying dickhead" he smiled up at you. "What'd you slap me for by the way? Now my cheek hurts.." you whined "to knock some sense into you" George joked around "asshole."

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Headcanons for being an Avenger with the power of persuasion

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n: towards the end this branches off into the fatws timeline but there’s no explicit spoilers

prompt: anonymous: “Can you do hcs for the avengers with a reader who has powers like Allison Hargreeves from The Umbrella Academy?”

the avengers were a little iffy about you because......someone with your power was hard to trust at first

“mind control isn’t as fun as it sounds, you guys. i really don’t wanna keep my guard up at all times when i’m at home base” -clint

“yeah, i’m not sure if i trust this one yet. i mean, i’m totally immune to mind control, but what if they mind control someone to come after me? and they have easy access to the place?” -tony

“excuse me, did you just say you were immune to mind control?” -nat

“he most certainly is not” -wanda

i mean, you get it and all. you heard stories of the avengers’ past encounters. it couldve messed them up

and they had no character references for you

you were new and mysterious

and your powers could be dangerous if you used them the wrong way

“well, i say we take a chance on them. they might surprise us” -cap

“i knew you would say some crap like that” -tony

“i thought a surprise was the opposite of what we wanted?” -bruce

you were put on the team soon after, but you had to have a buddy on missions

*pretending that we have deaf/hoh!clint like in the comics* you were buddied up with clint since your powers were auditory

“you can’t sign me an involuntary command, can you?” -clint

“no, sir” -you

“cool, cool, cool” -clint

stealth looked good on you, ngl

you were able to get behind heavy gunmen and whisper commands to them

“simon says you are an avenger now, shoot the enemy” -you

“simon says i am your new boss, take out your ex-coworkers” -you

“simon says give me your keycard” -you

“simon says i’m not the enemy, you are” -you

“not bad down there, y/n!” -sam

“thanks! now can somebody give me a lift to that one all the way up there?” -you

you proved yourself that day, so everyone got a lot more comfortable with you

and you made a promise that day that you’d never use your powers on them

but occasionally someone would ask you a simple favor, like putting them to sleep or making them focus on a project

“i think the focus one could be a fire hazard” -you

“so just come and get me! or let me die, that’d be fine, too” -tony

“whatever...simon says focus on the new tech” -you

time went by and things got tough, especially when the sokovia accords rolled in

“i wasn’t even there for that, mr. secretary” -you

“and i’m aware of that, mx. l/n, but you still pose a threat to people around the world. you have the means to walk into any place you want and do anything you want. you can see how that makes people uneasy, don’t you?” -ross

“i’ve never used my abilities for anything but good” -you

“what y/n is trying to say is—” -steve

“he knows what i’m trying to say, but apparently that’s the issue” -you

you were “grounded” with wanda

and pretty pissed about it

“i can understand why i’m here, y/n, but you? what did you do?” -wanda

“i intimidate men in charge, i guess” -you

sounds about right, huh?

but clint broke you out

“finallyyyyy! vision is such a drag” -you

and when you got to germany, you were conflicted with yourself

should you use your powers on the teammates who wanted you locked away?

if you got into their comms, you could stop it in an instant

but that’d take some time

“hi, simon(e)! i’m, uh, scott! i think you’re pretty neat!” -scott (p.s. y/n’s hero name is simon/simone. whatever you prefer idrc)

“thanks...and what do you do?” -you

“he shrinks!” -sam

you snuck out to the pavement and tried to hack their comms, but could only do it one at a time

so you got the spider kid

“simon says stick the cat man to the side of the plane” -you

but that cat had claws

alright, it might be harder than you think

“oh god, simon(e)?” -scott

“what is it?” -you

“i’m a little nervous for my next trick...would it be too much to ask if you did your little command thing for me?” -scott

“ughhhhh...simon says, go on with your ‘trick’” -you

and all the sudden he shot up into the air

“oh, nice” -you

you really hated fighting with these guys, but you were out of options and now cap wanted you to come with him, he wouldn’t leave without you

“steve, i’m sorry. simon says leave without us” -you

and that he did, which left you to be caught by a hair

“so close, weren’t you?” -tony

“simon says go to hell” -you

“very funny, guess i’m immune to mind control, after all” -tony

having a mouth restraint place on you that tony had been saving ever since you joined the team

one that “team cap” heavily protested the second they saw it

“tony, that’s wrong! don’t you trust them enough not to do that? they’re going to hate you after all of this” -wanda

“it’s either me or them. at least mine is comfortable” -tony

kinda fucked lol but understandable ig

having to testify without a voice, only able to type or write

but eventually you made your case and were able to make a deal, but part of that deal was to keep your mouth sealed when in the presence of authority since your voice was deemed a weapon ;)

kinda a dick move if you ask me

so you said fuck that and became a fugitive with steve + friends

but used your powers less and less

again, only for favors because it was hard to get peace in these crappy motels

“simon says kill that roach, oh god” -you @ steve

“you were an avenger and you can’t kill a roach?” -sam

“don’t start with me, sam, or you’re sleeping on the floor” -you

“you wouldn’t” -sam

“don’t test me” -you

waiting and waiting for some kind of turning point that didnt come until alien invasion 2.0

and you tried so hard to stop thanos from snapping, but the stones got the best of you as you were frozen in time

but fortunately you didn’t dust

leaving you to get a rematch against thanos when the time would come

and reuniting with tony just for him to lecture you with the rest of the team

“go fuck yourself, tony” -you

“oh, thank god they didn’t say ‘simon says’” -that raccoon you’ve known for like 3 weeks

“do you ever shut up?” -you

“no, he does not” -nebula

anyways your time did not come and you waited five years for another chance

and although you did not redeem yourself on your own, you were just glad that your side, humanity, had won

but just before thanos had ceased to exist, you told him

“simon says to feel the pain of loss for all of eternity” -you

it may have been cruel, but it’s what he deserved

the next step was for you and sam to be pardoned of your crimes

but you didn’t exactly part ways just because...what else was there for you to do? the two of you were close after your time on the run

and all was well until he decided to give the shield up

“oh, bucky’s gonna be pissed” -you

“he’ll be fine” -sam

now, bucky had mixed feelings about you

he was nervous about your powers, but you did save him

and he knew what it felt like not to be trusted

so he gave you a chance and partnered with you after the “new captain america” and the “flag smashers” fiasco

legally, if you used your powers on a government official/soldier you’d go back in the slammer, but it was quite tempting, even if it were just a “simon says punch yourself in the face”

and off to madripoor you went with...zemo

“are you going to persuade me into something petty, mx. l/n?” -zemo

“i’ve gotta make it worth it, honestly, but there’s no rule against me doing so, so at least i won’t feel bad” -you

and who knows what’s next?

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soft--dragon · 3 years

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Mining

Imagine this in an au where no war never happened and Dream was nice to Tommy without manipulating him :) I want my boys to be happy okay I'm soft for them all (I wrote this to help me with Tommy's latest stream cause it ✨h u r t✨ )

Word Count: 2,250

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

This was based on this prompt here I hope you enjoy this ^^

Tommy ran across the flower dotted fields, eyes bright and sword in hand. Dream ran beside him, occasionally glancing at the teen.

"You keeping up okay?" He asked.

"Yeah!" Tommy grinned, though Dream could see he was struggling to breathe.

"You should put the sword in your inventory" Dream advised, "the weight won't slow you down."

"There are mobs Dream" Tommy replied firmly, "I feel safer with it."

"Fair enough" Dream nodded but made sure to slow down a bit so Tommy could keep up.

Tommy had gone to Dream begging him to come along on a mining trip and to tell him about his speedrunning adventures. Dream would've declined but Tommy had seemed so excited by the idea that Dream really couldn't say no to the teen. Besides, he might be able to get to know the kid better. He was still pretty new to the server.

The pair stopped at a river, Dream only slightly out of breath, years of speedrunning training his body for this type of thing. Tommy on the other hand was bent over, hands on his knees as he breathed heavily.

"You gonna be alright?" Dream looked at him, a little concerned.

Tommy nodded again, instantly straightening up to smirk at Dream. "Please, I feel fine! I'm like a running machine, Big D!"

Dream screwed up his nose though he was smiling a little. "Don't call me that."

Tommy laughed, saluting. "Sure thing Big D!"

Dream groaned rolling his eyes. "C'mon, breaks over, we need to head to the cliffs to find a good cavern for resources."

Tommy sighed. "Gimmie a second to catch my breathe would ya? I'd like to live to see Tubbo's birthday."

"A running machine you said? Wouldn't that mean you don't need time to breathe?" Dream teasingly poked Tommy's side.

He didn't expect Tommy to violently flinch away, holding his side as he stared at Dream.

"What the fuck was that for?" He snapped.

Dream blinked. "Sorry, I was just...are you hurt?"

Tommy glared at him, pink starting to dust his cheeks. "I'm fine" he grumbled, "just don't do that."

Dream wanted to ask but refrained. Maybe Tommy had a thing with touch? But he was commonly seen hugging Tubbo and Wilbur...

"Sorry" Dream apologized again then motioned towards the moutain, "shall we continue?"

Tommy nodded, avoiding eye contact. Dream blinked at the lack of a snarky comeback. Was the boy still not comfortable enough around him for contact? Had he overstepped?

Dream pushed the thought aside. He'd spent a few weeks around Tommy, they'd given each other friendly shoves before. He probably just didn't expect the sudden touch.

"C'mon" Dream gently nudged the boy's shoulder, relieved when the boy shoved him back lightly.

They continued up the cliff side, Dream tossing blocks to Tommy whenever he needed them. All the while, Dream kept thinking back to the odd reaction Tommy had had earlier.

He might actually be hurt, the boy was terrible about taking care of himself if the stories Wilbur had told him were any indication.

Dream sighed, mining the dirt in front of him and pulling himself up on a sturdy ledge. They were about half way up the hill. Dream knew there was a trusty cavern close by perfect for mining. The amount of ores in there had barely been unearthed.

Dream looked over the edge where Tommy was climbing.

"How you doing kid?" He called.

"Fantastic!" Tommy sarcastically shouted back, his exhaustion clear in his voice. "How much further to the caven?"

"About five minutes, we'll take a break here" Dream replied.

Tommy grumbled something heaving himself up onto the edge of the grass block. "Fuck-!" He shouted in alarm.

Dream lunged down to grab Tommy's wrist as the boy's foot slipped off the grass block. Tommy gasped, staring up at the older boy.

"Dream! Don't let go!" He yelled, his feet scrambling for a foot hold.

"I'm not going to!" Dream grunted. "Stop moving around so much!"

Tommy forced himself to go slack. Dream yanked his arm up, tossing Tommy directly into his chest, causing him to topple over. They landed in a heap on the ledge, Dream practically hugging the boy to his chest. Tommy seemed equally shaken, gripping Dream's shirt tightly in his fists. The pair took a moment to breathe before Dream carefully pushed Tommy back to study his face.

"Are you alright?" He asked, almost tempted to take off his mask to get a clearer look at the kid.

"F-Fine" Tommy stuttered a bit, glancing over his shoulder at the edge of the cliff.

Yeah, that was bullshit.

Dream sat up, Tommy in his lap and held him at arm length. "Did you slip cause you couldn't get a footing? Or are you hurt? God please don't tell me you're hurt- actually do, I don't want Wilbur to kill me Tommy, are you hurt?"

He was rambling he knew he was but the heart attack he nearly had from almost losing Tommy sent his brain into mother hen mode.

Tommy laughed a little, putting his hand on Dream's mask and shoving him back. "I'm fine Dream, relax."

"I'm being serious Tommy" Dream batted Tommy's hand away. "Are you hurt, yes or no?"

"No" Tommy rolled his eyes, "god, you sound like Wilbur right now."

Dream glared at Tommy behind his mask. "I'm gonna make sure you're not lying."

"Ughhhhh fine" Tommy crossed his arms, pouting like a child.

Dream gently pressed his fingers against Tommy's arms to test for any sore spots, relieved when Tommy didn't react further than an annoyed eye roll.

"Uncross your arms" Dream told him.

Tommy blinked. "What? Why?"

"You might've bruised your ribs when I grabbed you, you hit the dirt pretty hard" Dream explained, "uncross em."

Tommy hesitated then lowered his arms slowly. Dream waited until they were all the way down then carefully moved his fingers around the bones. Tommy flinched and grabbed Dream's hands.

"You did lie to me unbelievable" Dream huffed. "How sore are they?"

Tommy wasn't looking at him, still keeping Dream's hands from touching him again. "I'm not hurt" he insisted, his voice high.

"Bull" Dream retorted, "you literally winced, Tommy just let me help you-"

"It didn't hurt alright?" Tommy finally lifted his head to glare at Dream.

A blush was burning his cheeks and ears, eyes flicking away from Dream's face to the ground.

Dream stared for a second, trying to put the pieces together. Then it clicked.

Oh.

Oh now that was interesting.

Dream smiled a little. "Tommy, if we're gonna do this whole mining thing, we need to trust each other, right?"

Tommy looked at him and nodded.

"Okay, so with that being said, can you let me check to see if you're injured anywhere else?"

Tommy pursed his lips together, eyes dropping from Dream's face to the grass. "F-Fine just don't-"

He cut himself off with a yelp as Dream poked his stomach.

"See!" Dream said, though he was smiling. "I told you that you were hurt!"

"No Dream, it doesn't hurt-" Tommy tried to explain but Dream prodded his stomach repeatedly making him squeak and slap a hand over his mouth.

"Tommy come on now, if you're in this much pain you got to let me know" Dream told him. "How badly does this hurt? Give me a rating from one to ten."

His hands shifted to poke at Tommy's hips. The boy squealed and broke into laughter, trying to shove Dream's hands away.

"Why are you laughing Tommy? This is serious!" Dream said, his grin while hidden by his mask, was evident in his voice.

"Yohohou're tihihihickling mehehe yohohohou jeheherk!" Tommy accused through his stream of giggles.

"Tickling you? I'm not tickling you Tommy I'm trying to see if you're injured!"

"Dreheheam I swehear to gOHOHOHOD!"

Dream glanced down at his hands to see them poking around Tommy's navel. He chuckled.

"Judging by that reaction you must've really hurt yourself here Toms, I'd better stay here to make sure you're not internally bleeding or something."

"No! No no no nohohohoho! Dreheheham!" Tommy squirmed in the older boy's lap, trying to escape the barrage of tickles.

"Hey, no, no getting out of this Tommy, you told me I could check for injuries" Dream pulled Tommy back until the boy was cradled in his arm, Dream's free hand scuttling around Tommy's stomach.

Tommy shook his head, covering his face with one hand while trying to bat Dream's hand away with the other. "Dreheheheheam!"

Dream giggled quietly. The boy was loud and a bit brash sure, but this? God, Dream was gonna remember this forever. He shifted from Tommy's stomach to his sides, where this whole thing really started.

Tommy squirmed, leaning back into Dream's arm as he laughed freely. His hand still covered half of his face, but Dream could see the pink tinge to his ears and cheeks.

Okay, that's was adorable.

Dream eased up a bit, but kept his hand resting on Tommy's stomach. The boy seemed to realise it had stopped about a minute after Dream actually had. He lifted his hand a little to peek out and immediately dropped it back when he saw Dream looking at him.

"That was cute" Dream teased.

"Shut the fuck up" Tommy groaned, "I'm not cute."

"You really are" Dream poked at his cheek making the boy's nose screw up. "Cuteinnit."

"I'll stab you" Tommy threatened.

"How could you stab me if you're too busy laughing?" Dream pinched at Tommy's hips making the boy squeal and break into a fit of giggles.

"Fuck off" Tommy slapped the hands away, drawing his knees to his chest to protect the area.

Dream laughed a little, ruffling Tommy's hair. "You really aren't hurt though?"

"Yeah yeah I'm fine" Tommy huffed.

"If you say so, buuuuut" Dream dragged out the last word. "It would truly be a shame if you injured your feet somehow, imagine that, you wouldn't be able to outrun mobs, maybe I should check they're not hurt too?"

Tommy stared at Dream for a moment then scrambled to get out of Dream's arms.

"C'mere Tommy!" Dream laughed cheerfully, grabbing Tommy in a bear hug and falling back with him.

"Fuck off Dreheham!" Tommy yelled, but giggles were already peppering between his words. "No no no! Let gohoho!"

"Why? I just want to make sure my friend isn't in any pain Toms," Dream told him, rolling over and pinning Tommy to the ground.

"You're just gonna tickle mehehe!" Tommy tried to sit up but Dream's weight kept him down.

"What an accusation! I would never do such a thing in this kind of situation!" Dream pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. "Now, be a good lad and just stay still while I conduct my analysis."

"Fuck off!" Tommy shot back, a wobbly smile on his face as he felt Dream tug at his shoes. "Dreheheam! Wait wait wait-"

Dream giggled again. He used to this with George and Sapnap all the time. He missed the playful feeling that came with it.

Tommy's shoes dropped from his feet and Dream paused for a moment, hands poised by the arches. Tommy was giggling quietly behind him, the anticipation making him nervous. The silence stretched on for a bit before Tommy finally got brave enough to ask; "Dream?"

Dream instantly skittered his fingers up and down the boy's feet making Tommy throw his head back with a loud shriek, hysteric laughter following.

"NOHOHohoho! Dreheheham!" Tommy squirmed on the dirt, kicking his legs the best he could.

"Damn Tommy I think your feet might actually be more injured than I thought!" Dream exclaimed, "that's okay though, I know some methods to get them back into working order."

Dream then started gently tracing Tommy's toes while his other hand scratched around the soles.

"FuhuHUHUCK! YOHOHOU BIHIHITCH!" Tommy cackled, covering his warm face with his arm, desperately trying to evade Dream's fingers.

"Tommy I told you to stay still! You're not being very cooperative" Dream shook his head.

"FUHUHUHUCK OFF!"

"Hey! I'm trying to help, there's no need to be rude" Dream sped up his fingers pace as punishment.

Tommy seemed to realise this as he immediately backtracked. "I'M SOHOHORRY! DREHEHEHAM PLEHEHEHESE!"

Dream chuckled and stopped his fingers, getting off of Tommy's legs. The boy melted into the grass, child like giggles spilling from his mouth. Dream smiled fondly, sitting cross legged beside the boy.

Tommy eventually calmed down enough to look up at Dream. "Bitch" he said simply, glaring.

Dream laughed. "Sorry couldn't help it" he said. "You good?"

"Yeah" Tommy sat up, tugging his shoes back on. "But you're dead to me."

Dream laughed again, slinging an arm around the boy's shoulders. "Aw come on, you love me really."

"I really, really don't."

Dream pouted then tazed Tommy's side making him yelp, flinching away.

"Hehey!"

Dream snickered and stood, offering a hand to Tommy. "C'mon, we've still got a little bit to go then we'll be at the cavern."

Tommy took his hand, hefting himself up with the older's help. He hesitated then asked, "can you tell me about your first manhunt with four hunters?"

"Yeah sure," Dream smiled, his heart softening when Tommy's eyes lit up. "I think I started it with me slapping Sapnap in the face then making a break for it."

Tommy laughed, listening intently to every word as Dream led the way to the cavern.

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daegall · 3 years

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End of a day

pairing: Na Jaemin x reader

Genre: fluff, angst (?)

🎶: End of a day by Kim Jonghyun

Word count: 2.3k words (more than i planned jgsjjf)

Warnings: umm lots of fluff?? And sad jaemin :((

Network/s: @neoturtles

A/n: JFNSJFBJWBF UGHHHHH TUMBLR 😩😩😩😩 STOP BEING A BITCH PLS 😭😭😭😭😭 THIS IS HE SECOND TIME IM POSTING THIS 😃 enjoy it tho :)) it’s better than all my other works tbh so dint be too disappointed if you check the others :’)

Thousands of people work every day, tired and upset, and yet they get up the next day to do the exact same thing. That’s how life is. It seems like nobody has a problem with that, maybe it’s because they’ve become so accustomed to it, or maybe they don’t want to come out pathetic and weaker to others, but they just keep going. It’s amazing, really, the way the mind works. Some people want to come off as strong and hard to read, and others just want to make friends and have fun.

Perhaps you were both, but today, you were none. All you felt was tiredness and stress. All you wanted to do was rip off these painfully uncomfortable clothes and curl into bed next to Jaemin.

At last, you reach your home you share with Jaemin, opening the door as he texted you he would leave it unlocked for you. Sluggishly and with no care in the world, you fling your shoes somewhere around the shoe rack, launching your bag to the couch, “I’m home!” no reply. With a huff, you make a beeline towards your shared room, emotions getting worse with every step you take. You twist the knob to your room, pushing it open, “Jaemin, you in he-”

Reach out and cover my neck

Please massage my shoulder a little further down

All your moodiness fades away when you spot your tired boyfriend quietly sniffling into his palms, seating looking too uncomfortable, even the sight of it throws your clothes into despair. “Jaemin...” you slowly inch towards him, heart shattering when he lets out a sob. He’s still in his work suit, something you loved on him, but now it just looked like it was suffering him. “Jaemin, baby,” you gently place your hand on his messy hair, cooing and running your fingers through his delicate strands when he leans into your touch.

“Come on, let’s go change. You feel uncomfortable, don’t you?” You beckon him softly, picking his face up and swiping a thumb over his wet cheek. He gives you a tight nod, squeezing the last few tears out before standing up, enveloping your hand around his. This is what he came home for. Your comfort and reassurance.

Even if the sun has already risen at the end of a tiring day

Now that I close my eyes

Just when you unbutton the last button of his jacket and throw it somewhere behind you, Jaemin can’t help but lean down to place his lips softly onto yours with care. His lips are salty from his tears, but you really don’t mind when his kisses are so soft, unlike all the other teasing and a bit rough ones he gives in the day. You pull away slowly, grinning up at him. He finally feels what he’s been longing the whole day, relaxation and tranquility. It feels so perfect and so… you.

Within 5 minutes, all uncomfortable work clothes are long forgotten, only soft big tees that envelop you and lul you slowly to sleep. That’s what you plan to do, right after Jaemin’s done in the bathroom and is next to you.

By the time your eyes are drooping close, the bathroom door is open, and you spot Jaemin shaking his hands dry and wiping them on his shirt. He instantly climbs in next to you, rushing into burying his face into your neck snugly.

On my day when I close the door later than others

Playfully tickling the earlobe

Even if we've been in a different world all day

Because we are always together at the end of the day

“Hard day?” You mumble into his forehead, chuckling lightly when he nods his head aggressively. “Do you want to talk about it?” Jaemin sighs, “Not really. It’s just the usual, given more work than the others. It’s just frustrating me,” You let out a thoughtful hum, nodding and threading your fingers into his messy hair, “So it all finally got to you?” He nods once again, this time a bit softer as he pulls you closer to his body.

“That’s good to hear, that you didn’t suppress your feelings, I mean. It’s been so long since you’ve actually relaxed.” Jaemin grins, you can read him so well, it’s amazing how you can determine how he’s feeling just by how he eats his breakfast or how affectionate he’s been.

Your little shoulders, your two little hands

At the end of my tiring day, it becomes a cozy blanket

Good job, you worked really hard

It makes him guilty, how you know every single part of him, and yet he doesn’t even try to know your small habits and actions you do. But then, he knows about your slow steps in the evening when you come back home, and the way your frown turns up quickly, almost too quickly, too fake. ‘Oh my god, you haven’t been good either,’ he thinks, as he squeezes you to him, as if trying to get rid of all the guilt he felt.

“Have you been okay?”

You are alarmed at the sudden question, tilting your head down to give him a confused look, “What?” Jaemin places his hand on your face, this time it’s him who’s stroking your tear away. You didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt the moisture spreading on your cheek.

“You’re not having such a good day either, huh?” Quickly, you try to scoot away from your boyfriend and wipe harshly at your tears, but the second you wipe one aggressively, Jaemin stops you, instead sitting up and wiping them himself, “You’re suppressing it too much.”

A scoff falls from your lips, before you playfully shove him away, “Don’t copy me!” There is a moment of laughter, before the atmosphere falls quiet. Not even a few seconds later, Jaemin is scooping you up to his side, enveloping you into his chest, “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner.” Instead of replying, you soften to his embrace, letting the last few tears finally release.

To you, my two hands with my blunt shoulders

I hope it will be a warm comfort at the end of your tiring day

I want to breathe with you naturally

Now you feel it, what Jaemin was yearning for when he came home, serene and pure ease. One of Jaemin’s hands tangles into your hair, fingers prodding soothingly on your scalp, his other hand venturing underneath your shirt to caress your bare skin with care. He was wrong. He did know every part of you, he knew perfectly what you wanted and when to give it. You inch closer to Jaemin, craving more of his warmth and touch.

He only coos at your eagerness, happily letting you cling onto him and bury your form into his hold. He places a tender kiss on your forehead, as if a silent reminder that he loves you. You shift in his hold, “Thank you,” your whisper felt soft, almost soothing against Jaemin’s skin, and he continues pressing quick, loving pecks all over your face, just as much until you giggle out at the lingering sensation when he finally stops.

You finally have the strength to look back up into Jaemin’s eyes, and you find nothing but clarified love and affection, no doubt you have those as well in your own.

Like the water in the bathtub that tightly embraces you

Warmly and completely

At the end of my embarrassing day full of clumsy mistakes

Are you waiting for me to be proud of you

The ambiance is everything soft, it feels comforting and like home, it feels like Christmas night, the ones where you just finally calm down from the buzzing day from before. For a second there, you almost forget about the hectic day you had previously, but honestly, all you want to do is thank it, without it you wouldn’t be here, you would most likely be still working.

Work is a bitch, you conclude, because even when you’re done with it for the day and want to take a break from it, you can’t, you can’t help but worry and think about the next time you encounter it, you want to finish it, but where is the end of it? Work will always be there to bring you back to the reality that you can’t slack off, you’ll get off track.

Now your thoughts were just getting out of hand, and you really hate work now.

“Baby, you’re overthinking, I can tell.” you shake your head, getting rid of the thoughts, “Sorry,” Jaemin chuckles lightly, caressing your cheek dearly, “No, I kind of am too.”

The conversation ends there, it’s like you don’t want to ruin the peaceful little aura you’ve created, opting to keep it as long as you can. Jaemin decides to revive the conversation, sliding down to relax and lay down on the bed, bringing you with him, “Tell me,” His eyes catch yours, almost pleading you to tell him, “Tell me what you were thinking about,”

“Well,” You start, “Work is just so inevitable, and honestly? It’s full of shit.” Jaemin chortles slightly at your choice of words, “Tell me about it.” You give him a mischievous look, “Like, no matter how much you hate it and don’t want it, you’re still gonna have to do it anyway, you basically can’t live without work.”

The small sigh doesn’t go unnoticed by Jaemin, as he pats your back comfortingly. “And whenever you want to just get over with it, you can’t. It’s still gonna be there again the next day or two. I don’t like it at all. Not one bit.”

Your boyfriend almost agrees, but stops. He should encourage you instead, he thinks.

“But hey, a the end if you work hard there will be a present waiting at home for you.” You roll your eyes, thinking it one of his corny jokes, but he continues, “At least that’s what I tell myself to get throughout the day, I get to see you again, that’s practically magical. Coming back home and tumbling into your hugs and kisses are literally soo perfect, it’s surreal, almost.”

Your little shoulders, your two little hands

At the end of my tiring day, it becomes a cozy blanket

Good job, you worked really hard

A big smile spreads across your lips, and you turn your head to look at Jaemin. He smiles at you, affirming his words, softly running his hands through your hair, “I know it’s really cheesy, but it works for me.”

Your perspective might change completely because of that, imagine just a hard ass day of work kicking your ass, tiring, and most likely emotional and full of breakdowns, and in return for dealing with all the shit, you get to relax and spend some time with Jaemin without any work interrupting you two, you might just want that every day.

You give him a bigger, more satisfied smile, “Okay, I’ll do that.”

To you, my two hands with my blunt shoulders

I hope it will be a warm comfort at the end of your tiring day

I want to breathe with you naturally

Jaemin is another breed, because who on earth would come up with that idea? Na Jaemin did. While others, and most likely you, think of all the bad things that happened throughout the day, Jaemin thought of the future, what’s happened has happened, if it was shit then so be it. But time with you could never be shit for him, he can’t find a single bit of it boring.

Despite being with him for so long, you can’t help but always be so mesmerized by him, he’s absolutely fascinating. The way he sees life is honestly on another level, a level that you want to reach and a level he will happily help you reach.

From now on, you decide, you will find the goods at the end of the day, you will work hard, maybe even extra hard, just to be happy at the end of the day when you meet Jaemin once again.

I can't cry as much as I want and I can't laugh as much as I want

At the end of a tiring day, if it’s next to you

You scream like a child and laugh like you pass your breath

I meet myself, who has become awkward too

So when the next day arrives, you work super duper hard, staying an extra hour to help Mark with his own work he struggles with (he’s not that good with technology) and even doing extra small tasks your coworkers ask you to do, which they found funny because usually, you reply with an excuse or simply turning it down, this was definitely a good thing.

And when you go back home, this time you’re about 3 times more exhausted, and 10 times more excited to finally meet Jaemin after a long day.

You bust the door open harshly, throwing your shoes messily at the shoe rack with a bright smile on your face.

“I’m home!”

Jaemin’s soft mop of hair peeks out from the kitchen, “Oh? Baby? How was-”

Suddenly, the air in his lungs gets knocked out from force, the force of you rushing into his arms. You feel it. The happiness. Jaemin was right, this feels victorious. You feel like you’ve won in life, you feel so accomplished.

Jaemin sighs, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his forehead on the top of your head, “I’m so proud of you.”

Good job, you worked really ahrd

You are my pride

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thechangeling · 3 years

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She burns like rum on a fire

Why did I do this to myself ughhhhh?

So @adoravel-fenomeno and I were talking about Kit potentially getting into an abusive relationship given that he's statistically likely too given his roots. So now I give you this fic! Sorry. Kit is using he/him in this fic because he hasn't really gone on his gender quest yet.

The title is from Cherry Wine by Hozier. I reccomend you listen to Cherry Wine and Trauma by NF while reading this.

Cw: Mentions of physical and verbal abuse, abusive, controlling behavior, negative self talk and extreme denial. Also brief mention of blood.

2013

Don't cry.

Don't cry Kit told himself over and over inside his head as he tried to get a hold of his breathing. As he lay on his bed at 2 in the morning, desperately refreshing his conversation with Autumn.

Autumn or as his best friend Janessa liked to call her "the virus" was Kit's girlfriend. His very first. A mundane with the sight. They had been dating for a few months now. When they had first gotten together everything was amazing, it so it seemed.

They had some much in common and they had fun together. Autumn was hot, funny and charasmatic. She had this way of making him feel like the only person in the room. She showered him with gifts and complements that made Kit finally feel worthy for the first time in his life.

But as time went on things shifted. Autumn insisted on spending almost ever waking second with him. Kit didn't mind at first, he loved hanging out with her. But he missed his parents and his sister, and he knew they missed him too. Whenever they had family movie night, or they wanted Kit to watch Mina, Autumn threw a fit. She insisted that he was ignoring her.

She didn't want him seeing Janessa either, or Nessie as Kit called her for short. Autumn always insisted that she was plotting to steal Kit away from her, which was ridiculous but nothing could change Autumn's mind when she was in a mood. So Kit had found himself blowing Nessie off to hang out with Autumn and making excuses for it.

Kit always felt super guilty for making Autumn so upset. He tried to get out of his agreements if it to stop her from crying but sometimes Tessa and Jem wouldn't let him. It was frustrating when they didn't understand. She would rage for awhile, calling Kit stupid and worthless. Sometimes she would make comments about him being adopted, telling him that Tessa and Jem didn't really love him and they only saw him as a free babysitter for their real child.

She would make jokes about all kinds of things. How Kit wasn't a real shadowhunter, his weight, his past, his bisexuality, his ADHD. Kit knew that Autimn didn't really mean anything by it. It was nothing personal and she didn't really mean it. She loved him. And he loved her.

Tonight had been different though. His grades had taken a turn for the worst because he had been blowing of the tutoring sessions the school had payed for as a part of his accommodations. Because he had been spending that time with Autumn. Kit knew it was a bad idea to miss those, but his girlfriend needed him. She didn't have anybody else. She couldn't count on her parents like he could, and she didn't really have any friends.

But Kit was in big trouble. Tessa and Jem were mad. The school was mad. People were saying that Kit was ungrateful.

Ah yes because every disabled person should just bend down and kiss the feet of every person that deigns to give them what they're legally entitled to.

But Kit knew that he had really screwed up this time. He tried to explain to Autumn that he couldn't see her as often as he used to anymore because he needed to fix his grades. And she absolutely lost it. Which he had been expecting.

However what Kit hadn't been expecting this time was for her to hit him.

And she hit him hard. Punched him straight in the nose. And sure it wasn't that big of a deal. Kit was a shadowhunter and he was pretty much used to being hit. But he hadn't been expecting it.

And there was just so much blood.

Autumn of course instantly apologized profusely. She kissed him over and over and told him that she loved him and she didn't mean to. And Kit knew she was telling the truth but-

But he still felt a sinking feeling in his chest that he couldn't explain.

But Kit had applied an iratze, wiped off the blood, and now everything was as good as new. When he had arrived back home, his parents had noticed anything or asked him any questions.

Now he was lying awake at 2 in the morning, filled with guilt and worry as he waited for Autumn to text him back. He gnawed on his bottom lip anxiously as he tried not to over think things.

Maybe she was still mad at him? Was there something else Kit was supposed to say or do? Or maybe he should just leave her alone for awhile?

It was maddening.

Kit turned off his phone and threw it down in frustration, pulling his giant red and black flannel over his shoulders and curling in on himself. He felt strangely exhausted, but unable to sleep. His nose and left eye socket still throbbed a little despite the fact that they should be healed.

Kit thought about using another iratze but his steele was across the room and he couldn't bring himself to stand up to go get it.

God he really was pathetic. Maybe he deserved this. Tears welled up in Kit's eyes.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

This time Kit couldn't hold it back. So he let himself cry. Tears came streaming down his cheeks as he tried to muffle his sobs with his hand. Deep down he knew it was his fault. It was always his fault.

But with Autumn he had really tried. Sure he wasn't perfect but Kit really cared about her. And it wasn't good enough. He wasn't good enough.

Kit couldn't help but think of the last time he felt like this. The last time he was rejected. He had been careful about trying to keep all thoughts of Ty Blackthorn out of his head for awhile. Autumn was a good distraction, even when she was screaming obscenities at him. It was still a distraction.

Kit closed his eyes and conjured the memory of holding Ty up on the roof. If he squeezed his eyes tightly enough, Kit could still feel the softness of his hoodie and the slight tickle of Ty's dark hair against his skin. He could conjure the smell of Ty's skin and the way he had trembled slightly against Kit's body.

I should have kissed him. Kit mused, hugging himself tightly. Just once. Even if Ty had pushed him away in disgust, it would have been worth it. Just to know what it felt like.

Suddenly from the bottom of the bed, Kit's phone lit up with a call. He scrambled to grab it, thinking it was Autumn, but it was actually Janessa. Kit cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound normal as he answered the phone.

"Why are you calling me at 2 am Nessie?"

"The better question is why are you still awake at 2 am," she pointed out, sounding smug. "I'm a vampire. Creature of the night remember? It's kinda prime time for me Kit Kat."

Kit smiled as he felt the previous angst wash away. "Yeah fair enough. But still, why are you calling me?"

Kit heard her sigh into the phone. "Well honestly because this is probably the only time you're free now a days," she said spitefully. "You know thanks to she-who-must-not-be-named." Kit rolled his eyes.

"That's my girlfriend you're talking about, Janessa!" He snapped.

"Well your girlfriend's a total bitch!"

Normally Kit would argue with her and tell her that she was way off base. That Autumn wasn't so bad and that she was trying. That she loved him. But today he just couldn't.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "We got into another fight tonight," he admitted. "Just a few hours ago actually."

"I'm sorry love," Janessa murmed. Nessie wasn't British. She was actually Canadian. But she had moved around the world with her previous band before settling in Devon and leaving them to go solo. She had picked up on some British expressions though.

"I wish you weren't going through this. But Kit, you gotta break up with her! She's bad news!"

Kit rested his face against the palm of his left hand. "I can't," he groaned.

Janessa let out a frustrated yell on the other end of the phone. "What the hell are you planning on doing Kit!? I mean are you just gonna wait into she hits you or what?" She spat.

"She already did," Kit responded instantly without missing a beat.

He gasped and slapped a hand to cover his mouth. Kit had no idea why he actually told her. Impulsivity maybe? Or maybe he just needed to get it out. But he instantly regretted it.

There was a long uncomfortable silence on the other end of the phone. Kit was just about to ask Janessa where she went when suddenly she spoke.

"I'm coming over."

Kit tried to protest but she hung up on him.

Before he had time to panic or scream or throw something, there was an aggressive tapping on his window. Of course. Janessa had vampire speed. He looked up to see Nessie perched on his windowsill looking solem.

Her long black curly hair was pulled into a high ponytail and she wore what by her standards was probably a casual outfit. A black long sleeved low cut crop top and white ripped skinny jeans tucked into thigh high heeled leather boots. And of course, she wore a full face of makeup. Even after the facial feminization surgery she was still a little insecure about going out without makeup on.

Nessie banged on his window again, more impatiently and Kit jumped up to let her in. She landed on his bedroom floor with the grace of a cat, making no sound. She stared at him silently with an expression that Kit found hard to decipher.

"Show me where," she whispered in that deep raspy voice of hers. She reached for his face and Kit let Janessa cradle his face with her hands and tried not to wince as her cold skin came into contact with his.

He shook his head. "No you won't see it, I put an iratze on it already. It's done." Janessa scoffed and stepped back.

"You know the damage isn't just skin deep Kit," she said pointedly. "No matter how much you want to pretend it is."

He glared at her. "Wow that's so insightful Nessie!," he said sarcastically. "What else you got?"

"Oh come on Kit you know I'm right," She hissed. "You have to end it!"

Kit shook his head. Why does she keep saying that?

"No. Why should I?" Kit retorted. "She loves me." He tried to sound as confident as he could, but truthfully he wasn't so sure anymore.

Autumn had gone above and beyond to make Kit feel loved and appreciated yo the point where she was almost obsessive. But she could also be cruel and spiteful. Kit had convinced himself that he should be happy with what he had because it was as good as he was gonna get.

And the sad part was that was still true.

"No she doesn't," Janessa breathed desperately. To Kit's horror, it looked like she was about to cry. Kit couldn't remember if he had ever seen her cry. Not once.

"Somebody who really loved you could never hurt you like that!" She protested shakily, her voice warbled as tears spilled down her face.

Kit could feel his tears returning at the sight of Nessie crying. He rushed towards her and pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck. In the comfort of his best friend's embeace he allowed himself to finally sob. He cried for that broken niave part of himself that kept getting hurt.

She rested her chin on the top of his head, (she was taller then him,) and held him close. "Please promise me you will break up with her," Janessa begged.

"I just don't get it," Kit whispered against her skin. "I did everything right. I did everything I could." He blinked back tears. "Why doesn't she love me Nessie?"

He felt her shake against him. "I don't know Kit," she sobbed. "But I love you ok? I love you and your parents love you, and Mina loves you so much!"

Kit sighed, pulling back to wipe his tears. "I know, but what if I, you know-. What if I never find someone? Like romantically?"

Janessa studied him, raising her eyebrow. "Well do you need to find someone? Who is this arbitrary someone who can give you something a friendship can't?"

That's actually a good point.

"I mean," Nessie continued, crossing her arms and shifting her weight. "If you do end up in a relationship then cool, it's whatever. But the way I see it is you shouldn't focus all of your energy on looking because you're gonna end up missing out on some pretty cool stuff in the mean time." She smiled.

Kit thought about it. He knew logically Janessa had a point. But he just couldn't feel it. He was too depressed and defeated. And as ashamed as it made him, Kit still missed Autumn. He tried to smile along with Nessie but it must have looked weak because she looked concerned.

"Hey," she cooed, reaching for him.

"Can you sing to me Nessie?" He asked. Kit felt a little pathetic but hopefully she wouldn't judge him.

She smiled lovingly at him. "Sure." Janessa took his hand and led him to his bed.

"Any requests?" She asked as she pulled off her boots and lay down on Kit's bed. He followed her, snuggling up against Nessie with his back to her.

"No not really," he murmered, closing his eyes. Kit was finally starting to feel how exhausted he really was.

Janessa wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, resting her head slightly against his shoulder. "Ok," she whispered very softly.

Kit heard her clear her throat softly before the sound of her breathy angelic alto filled his ears.

"I'm turning out the lights, to remember how to see. Till the renaissance takes place, Until a renaissance takes place, and resuscitates the color of paint and divinity."

Kit smiled sleepily at the sound of his enneagram song, something Janessa had introduced him to.

He yawned and let the sound of Nessie's voice lull him to sleep, putting all thoughts of Autumn behind him.

In my head Kit is like 5'4 and Janessa is 5'9. Originally I had her at 5'11 but I wanted her to be closer in height to Kit. Also did I name Kit's abusive girlfriend Autumn after my toxic controlling ex best friend? You bet I did!

Tag list: (you know the deal) @playwithravenclaw @lavender-scented-rat @jazzkaurtheglorious @waterlillies @nott-the-best @stxr-thxif @magnus-the-fabulous-entp-bane @foxglove-airmid @littlx-songbxrd @clarys-heosphoros @queenlilith43 @arangiajoan @hardlymatters @the-wckd-powers @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood @adoravel-fenomeno

#tsc #tda #twp #the dark artifices #kit herondale #fae's oc #the wicked powers #janessa williams #platonic soulmates for the win

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someone1348 · 3 years

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Another one *mind blown!*

Haha anyways enough of me being werid here is a small fic because i feel soft today and its been a good day! Let's goooo!

People in this: Ler!Techno and Lee!Tommy

(PLATONIC!!!)

Plot: Baby Tommyint was left alone for Techno to babysit while phil and will went out to the store, what could go wrong

Tw: None this is so soft and adorable i can't

With that being said enjoyyyy :]

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Munchkin

It felt like a normal afternoon, wasting the day in his room, punching things, ploting ideas on how to over throw the government. You know the normal Techno things when,

"Tech! Im going out to the grocery store and im taking Will with me! You're in charge of Tommy while we're out! No killing him, hurting him, handing him dangrous objects or burning down the house while we're gone! K'?!"

No! This can't be happening! Technoblade jumped out of his bed rushing down the stairs to confront his dad and slightly younger brother.

"Woahwoahwoahwoah! You can't do this to me! You know how i am with kids! Me and children do not mix! Why can't you take him with you? Or Will stays and watches him while i go with you"

"Sorry Tech my mind is made up, we are leaving, now be nice and no murder got it"

"But-"

"Techhh"

"Ughhhhh fine! Fine! I wont punt the kid"

"Good, let's go will"

"Coming!" Will smirked at techo sticking out his tongue

Techno glared at him before waving the two off turning around to see the younger who had already reached out to touch Techno's long hair before retracting his hand back.

"No touch"

"Lame" the tiny blonde went to his room getting a cheese stick while techno rolled his eyes going to his own room down the hall

'This is going to be a long night'

Its not that Techno hated kids he just didn't know how to take care of them and that didn't sit well with him there was just something about em' he couldn't ever figure it out.

Not even two minutes later a small knock was placed on his door.

He sighed "yesssss"

"You're supposed to take care of me"

"And?" Techno said opening up the door

"And im bored so fix it, play with me!" the young one said staring up at the pink haired male

"Yeah no, fix it yourself bud im not playing with you"

Tommy rolled his eyes going downstairs hoisting himself with all his might onto the big couch rolling over onto one of the cushions just barley making it, catching his breath before turning on the tv to some cartoon he liked.

Tommy groaned annoyed from boredom and a bit sad that his big brother didn't wanna play with him.

Soon enough he began to cry a bit quickly whiping them away, he's a big man afterall he doesn't cry! But he just wants to play with his big brother.

Light footsteps approached the kid

"You cryin'?"

"N-no! I dont cry! Im a big man!"

"Mhm, come here" Techno sat next to the blonde pulling him into a hug

Techno didn't understand what was happening or what he just did but something in him was different, Tommy was family and no way in hell was he gonna let him cry.

He lightly sighed turning off the Tv "What do you wanna play butthead"

"PIRATES!!!"

The pinkette couldn't stop the growing smile on his face and he let this new found playful attitude take over him

'Ah what the hell what did he have to lose'

"Arggggg!" Techno said with his deep/raspy voice "prepare to walk the plank matey!"

"Argg no! Its you who walks the plank!" Tommy stood up pointing a pencil at techo

"Ah ha but that's were you're wrong see i also have defense!" He grabbed another pencil from the nearby coffee table pointing it eraser end at the kid as to not harm him with the sharp side

"Uhh whats the word? I dont know how to say it"

"On gaurd!"

"Yeahh!! Ha!" Baby Tommy said taking a swing at his older brother as the two slapped there pencils together like swords

"Boop! I win!!" Tommy said as he poked the pencil into Techno's chest

"Ahh nooo you got me!" Techno flopped down on his back snatching Tommy up in the process lifting him in the air and back down as he giggled up a storm.

Techno safely put the pencils back, drawing his attention back to his younger brother.

"You know stabbing me was not cool Tommy" Techno joked with the kid as Tommy's smile turned into a frown

"Sorry! I- i didn't-"

"You need to be careful who you mess with Tom's because they might come back to bite you!"

He swiftly picked up the kid again, as he squeaked, digging into his stomach soft enough to not hurt him of course but definitely enough to tickle alot

"EE! NAHAHAHAHA TEHEHEHE" the kid tried to say his name but couldn't which to that Techno smirked and continued his tickle attack.

"This is what happens when you mess with the wrong person kid" He lightly giggled and tickled the boys sides

"Eee! HAHAaha tehehechnoho! Stahahap!"

"Hmmmm nope! Tickletickletickletickle"

He teased the boy switching between his sides and stomach occasionally dipping quickly into his bellybutton to watch him squeak every so often.

"nahahAHAhahAH! tehe-HEHEheHEY!"

"Im gonna getcha'!"

"Nohohoho!"

The older squeezed his knee earning a quick kick before using the end of his long braided pink hair to tickle his neck

"Pfft ehehew get awahahay"

Techno laughed and wiggled the pink hair all over his face to keep him giggling

"Ehehewww it got in my mouth! Haha"

"Thats what you get punk" He ruffled the blonde's hair and sat him up straight.

"You want ice cream?"

The boy's eyes lit up and he nodded rapidly

"Okay okahay let's go" he carried the boy with one hand to the kitchen making a small bowl of ice cream with whipped cream and a cherry.

"Thank you Technooo!"

"Anytime Munchkin, but you can't tell Phil or Will about this Okay?"

The boy nodded shoving a spoonful into his mouth.

As the boy finished techno put the bowl in the sink filling it with water.

The door opened

"We're home!!"

"DAD! WILL!!" the youngest ran out to greet his family hugging their legs tightly

"Welcome back"

"How was it?"

"Really good actually"

"Yeahh!" The kid agreed jumping up and down.

"Good im glad that's great news, maybe i should leave you two alone more often"

"Sounds good to me"

"Im shocked" Will said laughing a bit

"Ha ha you're hilarious" Techno said in his usual sarcastic tone

"Tech Tech can we play again pleaseeeeeee"

"Its getting late we will play tomorrow yeah?"

"Ughhh willlll can we please play piano gameee pleaseee"

"You heard the man it's getting late go to bed Champ"

"Okayyyyy G'night Techno! G'night Dadza! G'night Willl!"

"Goodnight Munchkin'" Techno ruffled the boy's hair before pushing him lightly making him giggle and ran to his room.

"Munchkin?" Phil said smirking

"Oh shut your mouth old man"

"You wanna go tech"

"Uhhhhh ha ha ill be in my room it was nice! Goodnight everyone ha ha ha-ZOOM!" he ran out and nervously laughed as Phil laughed and and smiled

"You'll get him one day dadza"

"Oh i plan on it as soon as the fucker wakes up"

"Hahaha"

"You're not safe either will" he smirked at him as will booked it to his room too

"Hahaha"

Phil smiled and walked to his room leaving on the bathroom light for Tommy.

"Goodnight boys!"

"Night dad!!"

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Please! This was so adorable to make im definitely making a part two! I hope y'all enjoyed :]

#ler!technoblade #ler!techno #lee!tommyinnit #lee!Tommy #sbi tickle fic #dreamsmp tickle fic #dream smp tickle #mcyt tickle #k writes tk things

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 3 years

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Yandere Tubbo x Male Reader

Warning: little violence (not that detailed).

This one is going to be short.

Requested from Pokadeathpony

Backstory: You live in Brighton, England, United Kingdom. (I don’t know where Tubbo lives nor do I know where Tommy lives) One day you were walking to go get some breakfast. Until you bumped into George one of your favorite Minecraft streamers and content creators. You were a small streamer, not that many viewers. You and George began to talk, he later invited you to see the dream SMP world, and you meet the other people of the dream SMP. You then got to meet Tubbo. You thought Tubbo was normal until it took a turn. A big turn.

Btw you are 17. (Tommy will be turning 17 this year and Tubbo will be 18)

M/N: Male name

Y/T/N: Your Twitch Name.

M/U: Minecraft username

H/C: Hair color

S/C: Skin color

F/D/P: favorite donut place.

Sorry if this is bad.

You were sleeping peacefully until I heard the most annoying sound ever.

*Beep, beep, beep,* “Ughhhhh.” You were trying to turn it off but you kept missing until you finally got it. ‘Finally got that stupid thing off!’ you thought to yourself. “What time is it?” I looked at the clock. “7:35 am. I might as well get up,” you said to yourself as you slowly got out of bed, stretching your muscles.

You went to the bathroom to do your business and brush your teeth. After you were done, you grabbed my keys and went to go get breakfast.

As you were walking to go get your daily donuts and coffee, you suddenly bumped into someone causing me to fall. “You okay there?” the voice said, ‘I know that voice!’ you thought to yourself and looked up to see George, George Davidson!!

He handed his hand out, you grabbed his hand. “You alright,” he said, you couldn’t process anything, you just stared at him. You snapped out of your daze. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m a fan of you by the way,” you replied with excitement.

“Oh? Really?” he said, “Yes! I’m a big fan of yours! I’m actually a streamer just like you,” You replied. “Oh, really what’s your twitch name?” He asked, wondering maybe he’ll check you out. “Oh, Y/T/N!”

“Okay, maybe check it out later today. Hey, wanna talk and get some food?” you couldn’t say no to that, how many get to eat with their favorite celebrity? “Yes, I would like. Either way, I was going there before I ran into you.” “Alright, let’s go.”

Time skip (You and George went to go eat, and later he checked out your Twitch channel. 3 days later, you got a DM from George saying; “Do you want to tour the Dream SMP world?” and you gladly accepted the offer. And this is where it all began.)

Y/N POV

I recently got a message from George saying, “Do you want to tour the Dream SMP world?” and you (Or should I say “we”) know I accepted it. He said tomorrow is when it's happening.

Time skip to tomorrow.

I woke up earlier than usual, even beat my alarm clock before it could ring. I went to the bathroom and did my usual. George said he will invite me at 10:30 AM. “What time is it now?” I grabbed my phone and checked, “It's 7:10 AM. Will looks like I’m going to have to wait a while.”

Time skip (3 hours and 20 minutes later)

I hopped onto my PC and started it up. After it started, I opened up Minecraft and checked my Notifications. I received the invite I quickly joined in.

Tubbo POV

I was on the Dream SMP world with Tommy, Corpse, George, BBh, and Dream, when an unknown player had joined the game. That shouldn’t be possible since this server is private nobody can join be us.

“Hey who joined?” I questioned. “Oh, I met this small streamer while I was walking to go get breakfast 3 days ago, and I invited them over to give a tour of the place!” George enthusiastically over discord.

‘Mmm, so they’re a streamer? Maybe I should get to know them.’

Time skip (To be honest this one is rushed. It’s currently 1:08 AM where I live and my mind isn’t functioning right now)

After I introduced myself and the others did, we began to talk about random things. Apparently, M/N is currently streaming right now, and I went to go check it out.

M/N has a facecam on, and I get to see what he looks like. He had looked pulchritudinous. Absolutely exquisite. He had soft fluffy H/C hair, his nice S/C, and how his dazzling E/C shine brighter than the sun. I’m going to say it again, he is ravishing.

‘Wait, why am I calling a guy beautiful?’ this boy is triggering something in me. Something I never experienced before. Something in me wants me to protect him at all cost. ‘No stop thinking about that!’ I pushed these unfamiliar thoughts and feeling down.

As time went on my thing for M/N increased. I don’t know why I’m so infatuated with him. Tried ignoring the thoughts and feelings but they keep coming.

‘Something is coming out of ME.’

Time skip ( 2 months after the meeting)

It’s been two months since our little meeting, M/N is officially part of the SMP world. I’ve been binge-watching M/N streams, his YouTube videos, and I also follow him on all his social media accounts, and sometimes I’ll search the internet to find small information.

I was currently on a website about M/N. it listed all of the information about him since meeting George is grew rapidly on Twitch and YouTube. ‘I already know all of this!’ I thought to myself as I kept scrolling down until I came upon something interesting.

“M/n current residence in Brighton, England, United Kingdom.” my eyes widen as I read this, ‘He lives close to me!’ I yelled in my mind.

I was fanboying until I heard my notifications sound. I stopped what I was doing went to go check who it was from. M/N invited me, I immediately accepted it. The world was loading. “Hello!” M/n yelled.

It was me, M/N, Tommy, and dream on the server. I noticed that Tommy has been getting close to M/n, really close to for my liking. Tommy would sometimes even flirt, this obviously made me jealous for some reason.

We were minding our own business until “Hey M/n! Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see!” that was the most terrible pick-up line I have ever heard. “Oh my God Tommy?! Really?” M/n said but he was Laughing at that.

This only made me INFURIATED.

M/n POV

I was minding my own business trying to build my home since I joined 2 weeks ago. The only other people on the server were me, tubbo, Tommy, and dream. Anyway, I was nearly done until Tommy said something, “Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see!”

That has to be the most dumbest and funniest pick-up line I heard. “Oh my God Tommy! Really?!” I said while laughing at his attempt at flirting with me.

Then Tommy went on to say more stupid pick-up line. Some of them were like, “Hey, my name's Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” and “Are you related to Jean-Claude Van Damme? Because Jean-Claude Van Damme you’re sexy!” Just to name a few.

I noticed that Tubbo hasn’t been talking as much. I wonder what’s wrong with him. I didn’t take note that was going to lead to something atrocious.

Anyways we still had fun, Tommy kept trying to flirt. “Hey M/n, I was wondering if we could meet up since you know, we both live in Brighton,” Tommy with hope in his voice, hoping you accept his offer. I began to think, ‘Mmm, should I? Or should I not?’

“You know what? Sure. What time do you want to meet?” I accepted his request. “Uhhhhhh, Maybe on Thursday at 5:30. Meeting place F/D/P.” Tommy replied. “Alright! See you there,” I replied.

No One’s POV

Tubbo was fuming with anger as he was listening in on their conversation. ‘No!!!!! I can’t let this happen! I need to do something.’ Tubbo was thinking to himself, but he didn’t notice that M/n and Tommy had stop talking.

“Hey, Toby! Are you okay? You haven’t been talking,” Tommy said with concern. “Yeah, I’m just fine you know!” Tubbo said with venom and anger in his voice. “Wow there calm down, I was just asking. Geez,” Tommy backed knowing that his friend is anger.

‘Why is he angry? I did nothing wrong!’ Tommy thought to himself, wanting to know what he did. “You know what, I think I’m going to leave,” Tubbo said as he left the game and went offline.

“What’s his big deal?” M/n questioned. “I don’t know,” Tommy replied, “I gotta go. See ya later M/n!” “Bye Tommy!” Tommy has left the game.

Meanwhile.

“I need to find a way to prevent this meetup!” Tubbo said to himself. Then an idea came into mind. An extreme idea.

New Messages

Today at 4:23

Toby: Hey, Tommy. Sorry I lashed out at you today.

Delivered at 4:23

Tommy is tying…

Tommy: it’s alright mate.

Delivered at 4:23

Toby is typing…

Toby: How about we meet up, so I can apologize in person.

Delivered at 4:24

Tommy is typing…

Tommy: today or tomorrow? Cause I have a meeting with M/n.

Delivered at 4:24

When Tommy mentioned the meeting toby had to act fast.

Toby is typing…

Toby: today at my place.

Delivered at 4:25

Tommy is typing…

Tommy: sure thing! When exactly?

Delivered at 4:25

Toby is typing…

Toby: 5:30

Delivered at 4:25

Tommy is typing…

Tommy: Okay, see you at 5:30

Delivered at 4:26

‘And that WILL be the last time you see.’

Time skip (1 hour 4 minutes)

Toby heard his door knocked. Toby went to go open his door, and there he sees his target. “Hey, Toby!” Tommy let himself in. “So where are your parents?” Tommy questioned.

“Oh, they’re on their anniversary vacation,” Toby answered. “Ohhh, okay. Wanna head to your room?” “Sure I just need to go get something.” “Okay.”

While Tommy went upstairs, Toby went into the kitchen. He grabbed the knife and slowly began to walk, he hid the knife behind his back. Once he walked into his room, he locked the door and slowly began to approach Tommy.

“What are you doing Toby?!” Tommy yelled as walked backward, but then he hit the wall. “It was never meant to be.” those would be the last words, Tommy would ever hear as Toby shoved the knife into Tommy’s heart.

Toby cleaned up the body by putting it into the trash bag along with the knife. He quickly disposed of the body.

3 days later

Tommy was reported missing by his parents and the police were on the search. M/n was worried. Toby called M/n to do a cooking stream. M/n was suspicious about this cause this came out of nowhere. But in the end, M/n agreed.

A few hours have passed and M/n arrived at the residence of Toby. m/n knocked on the door waiting for an answer just then the door swung open revealing a smiling Toby.

“Hey there M/n! Glad that you arrived!” Toby sounded a bit too happy for your liking. “Please come in!” he invited you in. But as you walked, you heard the door close and lock behind you. Just as you turned around you got knocked by a heavy object.

You slowly began to wake, you noticed that you were tied up. You looked around until your eyes landed on Toby. He had a wicked smile plaster on his face.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked desperately wanting to know why. ‘Did he cause Tommy to go missing?’ You thought to yourself until you hear Toby coming to you.

“You know, I always reject this feeling inside me. This feeling caused me to love you. Tommy was getting in the way of us being together, he had to be dealt with.”

“You’re a monster! You killed Tommy and you think I’m going to love you?!” this angered Toby but didn’t show it. “You’ll learn to love… cause you’ll be staying here…

Forever…”

#yandere tubbo x male reader #yandere tubbo #x male reader #male reader #tommyinnit #dream smp

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escapewithbts · 3 years

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Drunk Proposal - Namjoon

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“Are you sure you can’t come out tonight, baby?” your boyfriend Namjoon asked, coming into the dining room of your shared apartment in a pair of black dress pants and an open white button down shirt.

You sighed and looked up at him from your computer. After 2 years of knowing him, the sight of him dressed up still made the pit of your stomach warm and your heart flutter. It also didn’t help that he had been working out so much, and his chest was toned more now than ever.

“I wish I could, Joonie. I just have so much work to do. This final isn’t going to take itself, you know!”

Namjoon came over to where you were sitting at the table and placed his hands on the back of your shoulders, massaging them gently. You moaned softly.

“Does that feel good baby?” he asked.

You rolled your head back and closed your eyes.

“Ohhh sooo good.”

Namjoon leaned down so his face was right next to yours. You could smell his woody cologne, feel his warm skin next to yours. He moved your hair out of the way and gently started to kiss your cheek, chin and moving down to your neck.

“Mmmm,” you moaned again at his actions.

“Hmm maybe I shouldn’t go out tonight,” he cooed into your ear between kisses, his deep voice and lingering breath causing goosebumps to appear on your skin, “I can stay here and keep you company…”

You turned to the side in your chair and smiled at him, running your hand through his soft light brown hair.

“We both know what will happen if you stay in, Mr. Kim. Then I REALLY wouldn’t get any work done.”

Namjoon chuckled then winked as he stood up straight so he could button his shirt.

You watched him intently.

God he was attractive.

Once he was finished he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I’ll miss you, (y/n). It’s not as fun when you’re not with me,” he pouted.

You grabbed his large hand in yours and gently swung it back and forth.

“You’ll have fun. Just occasionally think of me and all the fun I’LL be having at home, all alone, studying…”

Namjoon stepped back and placed his hands on his hips teasingly.

“Hey now you’re making me feel bad for leaving you!”

You laughed.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I’ll be fine! Go have fun with the members and management. And you look handsome as always.”

Namjoon leaned down once more to give you a kiss on the lips.

“And you are beautiful.”

You scoffed. Yeah, your hair a wavy mess, your glasses on, in sweats and no make-up…

“Good luck with your work, baby! I’ll text to check in! Don’t wait up for me, okay?” Namjoon called while walking into the kitchen to grab his keys, phone and wallet.

“Okay! Have fun, Joonie!”

“I love you, (y/n)!”

You smiled.

“Love you, too!”

Then you heard the front door open and shut, and with that it was just you and your work.

Six hours later, around 2:30am, you were still focusing intently on your studying. You were exhausted but almost done, and you were determined to finish since your finals were the day after tomorrow and you could never be too prepared.

Just as you were closing your laptop for the night, the sound of the front door shutting startled you. Namjoon must be home. You hadn’t heard from him the past two hours and figured he was probably having a good time.

“(y/n)?!” You heard him call from the kitchen. Then you heard a crashing noise and Namjoon say, “shit!”.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but smiled. Looks like the god of destruction was home.

“I’m in here, Joonie!” you called back to him.

Namjoon stumbled into the dining room entryway and smiled upon seeing you. You immediately realized he had had way too much to drink.

“Hi baby!!! I can’t believe you’re still up!” he slurred.

Drunk Namjoon was a rare sight, but luckily you knew how to take care of him. You chuckled.

“Joon, come here,” you got up and walked over to him where you placed his long muscular arm around your shoulders. He reeked of alcohol.

“I can walk, I can walk!” Namjoon protested, but he didn’t let you go.

You shuffled him into the living room where you unbuttoned his shirt and pants, then slid them off until he was only in his underwear. Then you gently made him sit on the couch.

“I’m going to get you some water and I want you to drink it all, okay?”

Namjoon shook his head and looked up at you with droopy eyes.

“I’m not thirsty,” he said.

You headed for the kitchen.

“You may not be thirsty but you should drink it anyway!” you told him.

When you got back into the living room Namjoon had switched his position so he was now laying on his back with his eyes closed. You tapped his shoulder.

“Here, sweetie, drink this water please.”

Namjoon sat up and took the water from you, drinking it in big gulps.

“Ughhhhh,” he groaned, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his eyes, “why is the room spinning? The room is spinning.”

You chuckled and rubbed his face.

“Yeah, I’ll bet it is. It will stop soon, I promise. Just lay back down.”

He did as you told and closed his eyes again. You left the room to go get some sheets, blankets and a pillow since you figured he probably couldn’t make it up the stairs to the bedroom tonight. You also grabbed the bathroom trash can, just in case he got sick, and refilled his water glass.

You tucked the sheets and blankets around him and placed the pillow under his head. Then you placed a gentle kiss on his lips and ran your hand through his hair.

“I’m going to bed, Joonie, okay? Get some rest. Let me know if you need anything else.”

And just as you were turning to walk away, Namjoon’s hand grabbed yours.

“(y/n) baby… thank you,” he mumbled in a half drunk, half asleep daze, “you’re so… amazing. You take such good care of me.”

You smiled.

“You’re welcome Namjoon-ah. It’s because I love you.”

“Mmmm I love you too (y/n). So much,” he was speaking so low you could barely hear, his eyes still closed, “I think... I mean… I want… fuck,” he stuttered.

You chuckled.

“Go to sleep, Joon.”

“No, (y/n), wait,” the stern urgency in his voice made you nervous, “I want… to…I want to marry you. Soon. Really soon. Will you please marry me?”

You stopped dead in your tracks and your heart started pounding against your chest as your palms got sweaty.

“Um... what?” you squeaked, dropping his hand, “You’re… you’re drunk, Joonie, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

Namjoon shook his head.

“No, I do, I’m not that drunk. I want to marry you.”

You sighed and shook your head.

“Look, I’m exhausted, could we just… talk about this in the morning please?”

Namjoon sighed and laid his arm over his eyes.

“Yeah, okay,” he mumbled.

You stood there for a few moments in silence, watching Namjoon’s chest rise and fall and contemplating what he had just said. What if he was serious? He was really asking you when he was inebriated. No, there’s no way, he definitely was not going to remember this in the morning. But how did you feel about that? Were you relieved or disappointed?

Namjoon’s sudden snores snapped you out of your thoughts. You sighed, turned off the lights and headed upstairs to bed.

The morning light streamed through the curtains of your room. You hadn’t gotten much sleep; the thoughts of what Namjoon had said made you over-analyze all night.

You sat up and rubbed your aching eyes. Then you hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom to retrieve some pain killers which you figured Namjoon would definitely need.

Your heart was beating fast as you descended the stairs and entered the living room.

To your surprise, the sheets, blankets and pillows were folded and stacked neatly at the end of the couch. Namjoon was nowhere in sight.

“Joonie?” you questioned loudly, “Where are you, love?”

You walked into the dining room and kitchen, but he wasn’t there either.

You went to the table where he normally kept his wallet and keys, but neither of them were to be found.

Where would Namjoon have gone this early?

Then you spotted a note laying on the island in the middle of the kitchen. In Namjoon’s messy handwriting it said,

‘Good morning (y/n),

Went out to get some coffee and breakfast. Be back soon.

Love, Joon’

It surprised you that Namjoon would even want breakfast considering how hungover he must be, but you shrugged and went back upstairs to start getting ready for the day.

“Baby! I’m home!” Namjoon yelled up to you about half an hour later. You had finished your makeup and hair but still wore your pajamas.

Namjoon met you at the bottom of the stairs. Despite looking like absolute shit, his hair was a mess, there were bags under his eyes, he still smiled wide when he saw you.

“Good morning, my beautiful (y/n),” he said softly, taking you into his arms. You buried your face in his chest and inhaled the wonderful scent that was your Kim Namjoon. You had never felt more at home than in that moment.

He pulled away and stared at you intently with his dark brown eyes.

“I’m so sorry about last night. I wasn’t planning to drink that much, it just kind of happened. And thank you, baby, for taking such good care of me. You’re so good to me, you know that?”

You smiled and stood on your tippy toes to kiss him on the lips as he held you at your waist.

“It’s okay, Joonie. And you’re welcome.”

Clearly he didn’t seem to have remembered asking you to marry him, and you couldn’t help the wave of disappointment that washed over you, but at the same time you weren’t surprised. He was drunk, and Namjoon always talked nonsense when he was drunk.

He beamed down at you and suddenly a huge dimpled grin appeared on his face.

“I got bagels and cream cheese for breakfast! Would you like one?” he took your hand and shuffled you quickly into the kitchen.

You giggled.

“Damn, Joon, it’s just a bagel. I’ll eat one when I eat one!”

Namjoon shook his head and squeezed your hand.

“But they’re the BEST ones! I got the best ones! From that one American shop you like!”

You shook your head and laughed as you turned away from Namjoon and walked over to the box of bagels sitting on the counter.

“Fine, fine, I’ll have a bagel. I don’t know why you’re being so persistent, they’re just-“

You stopped dead in your tracks as you opened the box and looked inside. There, sitting on top of a dozen bagels, was a dark red box with “Cartier” written on the top.

Your heart started feeling full and you picked it up with shaking hands.

“Oh my God,” You breathed out.

You turned back around to find Namjoon right in front of you leaning down on one knee.

Your hand went over your mouth in shock as he gently took the box from you and smiled wide.

“(y/n) I love you so much. Last night when I witnessed the way you took care of me despite how much work you did and how late it was… that’s when I knew for sure I wanted to marry you. You are so wonderful to me, you take care of me and tolerate me… but most of all you love me for me and I love you for you. I want you to be mine forever, and I want to be yours forever. For real this time, will you marry me, (y/n)?”

He opened the box and inside was the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen. It was simple yet special, just like you and Namjoon together.

You nodded vigorously, tears forming in your eyes.

“Yes, yes, I will, of course!”

Namjoon’s smile got wider as he placed the ring on your finger and then stood up to kiss you passionately.

You pulled away, a huge smile on your face as well. You held your hand out as Namjoon held you.

“Look at this ring! Joonie, I love it.”

Namjoon scoffed.

“You better! It took me an hour with a hangover to pick it out this morning.”

You laughed and placed your hands on his cheeks, admiring his dimples and handsome face.

He pulled you close again, so every inch of your bodies were touching and gently swaying back and forth.

“I love you, (y/n).” he whispered into your ear as he held you close.

“I love you, too,” you paused and pulled away with a cheeky grin on your face, “And now I get to take care of drunk Joon for the rest of my life!”

You both laughed and the kissed passionately once more.

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contrabandhothead · 4 years

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Hi! I have a request for Band of Brothers. How Easy company would treat the reader when this person is sick. I hope this works! I love everything you have written, thank you!

in sickness and health - band of brothers

- [ BUCK COMPTON ]

PANICS

this man smothers you with attention

he’s waiting on you hand and foot every single second of the day, and he does not care if he gets sick

he’s literally so sweet, even though he still tries to kiss you

like Buck, no, it’s probably contagious

holds your hand while you wait for the medic

tells the medic all of your symptoms for you while you sleep on his shoulder

he actually learned how to cook just so he could make you some food when you got the flu once

he tells you he needs you to get better so he can take you out on dates and spoil you Buck, we’re in the middle of a war

he acts like he doesn’t spoil you already

- [ CHUCK GRANT ]

will beat your ass if you’re not in bed

don’t even try to resist him taking care of you, he will not be having it

actually super soft as long as you don’t fight him about taking some time off the line

chews people out for being too loud while you’re trying to sleep

brings all of your meals to your room and eats with you, making sure you finish every part of your meal

LOTS OF CUDDLES

he’s quite careful not to get sick though

don’t ever try and deny that you’re sick, seriously

“fine? FINE? baby, i just saw you throw up.”

constantly checks your forehead to make sure you’re not burning up

- [ BILL GUARNERE ]

he has a lot of siblings, he knows what he’s doing

i feel like he’s less aggressive about it than some of the other men, but he’s gonna tell you you’re dumb for getting sick at least 2 times

he genuinely tries to be super sweet when you’re not feeling well, so give him a break

cooks you lots of his mom’s family recipes (how’d he find the ingredients?? we don’t know how, but he did)

you’re gonna eat every meal he makes you or you’re gonna get force-fed

carries you everywhere, even if you don’t ask him to

SO MUCH HAIR STROKING

he loves to pet your head until you fall asleep

expect lots of sleepy cuddles

definitely contracts whatever you had, so expect to get a whiny Bill that wants you to take care of him

- [ BABE HEFFRON ]

PANICS LIKE BUCK BUT EVEN WORSE

constantly has Roe checking on you, making sure that you’re getting better

will indeed rub your back while you throw up, and even hold your hair back if necessary

he’s constantly moping because he wants cuddles and kisses, but he knows he can’t have any until you’re not sick anymore

he’s surprisingly calm on the outside, but on the inside he’s panicking because he’s so worried

brings you tonssss of extra blankets that he collected from the other replacements

this man brings in the whole battalion to help you get better, he’s out here begging everyone for supplies

even though you’re sick, he’s still gonna hold your hand

sorry, but he needs at least a little affection

get ready to be absolutely smothered when you’re no longer sick

- [ JOE LIEBGOTT ]

he’s not as aggressive about it as he would be if you got hurt, but expect lots of teasing

he’s gonna call you a dumbass at least once, okay?

will NOT leave you alone for a single SECOND

he’s worried that you’re gonna start throwing up when he leaves the room and then choke to death on your own vomit

gives you all of his food, even if you don’t want it

don’t try and act like you’re not sick, he will yell at you (he’s not playing around)

gets so frustrated with you when you won’t take your medicine, so he has to have Roe give it to you

he doesn’t like being super soft in front of the guys, but if you have the chills, he will not hesitate to cuddle you

he’ll literally let you get away with ANYTHING if you’re sick

like i’m not even joking, he’d literally let you use his shirt as a tissue if you needed to

- [ CARWOOD LIPTON ]

SO SOFT

yells at the guys to be quiet so that you can get more sleep

if a trooper isn’t whispering while you’re trying to sleep, no one will ever find that man’s body

LOTSSS of forehead kisses

will not let you do anything

not even if you bring up the time that he got a pneumonia (he just glares at you until you yield)

he makes sure that everyone treats you with extra caution, especially if it’s hard for you to walk

he gets soooo worried if you have a coughing fit

he just panics whenever it happens while rubbing your back and offering you water

lets you burrow into his chest while you rest

- [ GEORGE LUZ ]

tries to make jokes so that he can help you feel better

i feel like George has absolutely no idea what the hell he’s doing

asks Roe a million questions about what he should do to help you

if this isn’t your first time being sick around him, then he’s already gonna have a set plan on how to help you get better

steals a lot of extra food for you, especially hershey bars

whines that he doesn’t get any kisses now that you’re sick

he thinks it’s his job to take care of you, so he feels really bad that there’s not much he can do

he does get supplies from replacements, but unlike Babe, he steals them

will kiss you regardless of if you’re contagious or not

now you have to take care of him while he whines and complains about how stuffy his nose is

- [ DONALD MALARKEY ]

so SOFT UGHHHHH

he takes over your duties as well as his own just so that you get enough time to recover

brings lots of blankets, the softest ones he could find in the whole entire town

holds your hand a lotttt

he spoons you (which is rare because Don Malarkey = little spoon) when your sleep schedules match up, and he buries his head between your shoulders

omg if you have something bad like a pneumonia he’s literally so scared that you might die

like you wake up to him sobbing into your back, and when you turn around he just tells you to go back to sleep

but you just pull his face close, and tell him you aren’t going anywhere and that you’ll never leave him

he feels a lot better after that, and he does his best when taking care of you

he’s literally so happy once you’ve fully recovered that he picks you up and twirls you around

- [ JOHNNY MARTIN ]

acts like he’s annoyed that you got sick, but he’s secretly very concerned

he makes some very passive aggressive comments at first, but once he realizes how awful you look, he feels really bad

starts treating you like a princess after that

he keeps you slightly isolated from the rest of the men, as he doesn’t want you to accidentally give them whatever you have

brings you anything you could ever need, you’ll never have to take a step out of bed

checking to make sure your fever is gone

he restrains himself from PDA during this time, so expect absolutely no kisses until you get better

he tells you that it’s your “punishment” for getting sick

if you tell him you’re sore or something aches, expect a massage

give him a kiss for all his efforts afterwards, you’ll see a rare smile cross his face

- [ SKIP MUCK ]

like George, he tells you jokes to help you get better

unlike George, however, he tells you shitty ones so that you’ll get better faster because absolutely no one wants to listen to them

not gonna lie to you, this little bastard is not very helpful

Malarkey and Penkala tell Roe about it once Skip finally realizes how bad your illness is getting

he feels really awful later on because he realizes if he told Eugene sooner then you wouldn’t be lying in bed, coughing your lungs out

spoils you after that because of how bad he feels

he won’t give you his own food, but he will steal extra meals for you

honestly he’s more mad that you’re sick than you are, he wants you to get better IMMEDIATELY

tells you about his day immediately after you’ve woken up from your nap

expect cuddles, kisses, hugs, and other physical affection he should not be giving you while you’re ill

- [ LEWIS NIXON ]

literally offers you alcohol at the beginning of your sickness

the man can’t even take care of himself, how the hell is he gonna take care of you

asks Winters a lot of questions, to the point where it’s basically Richard taking care of you

it’s fine, they come as a pair

lets you sleep in his office while he does whatever he has to do

gives you his most expensive blanket to keep warm

is actually very worried even though he puts on quite the humorous facade

he just wants you to be okay

he eventually calms down though, he knows a virus wont take you away from him

not even a war or an entire ocean could, so what’s the flu gonna do?

- [ FRANK PERCONTE ]

he probably thinks you’re sick because you forgot to brush your teeth ONE TIME after you were drunk

germaphobe to the MAX

sorry, but you’re not gonna see this man until you are in 100% healthy condition

he feels bad about it, but he doesn’t want whatever you have

he doesn’t believe Doc when he says it’s not contagious, which is stupid because Roe is literally a MEDIC-

i’m not even joking, this man will literally have Luz deliver you the hershey bars he wanted to give you

he’s basically quarantined you and there’s nothing you can do about it

everyone’s like: .... bruh... isn’t this a little too far???

but he’s just like: i have no idea what you’re talking about

it’s fine, he makes it up to you by literally smothering you once you’re all better

- [ SHIFTY POWERS ]

KING OF CODDLING

practically waits on you hand and foot for an entire week

blows on your soup to cool it down before feeding it to you

he’s scared you’re gonna burn your tongue, then you’ll be sick AND have a burnt tongue

lets you clutch on to his hand when your chills get worse

probably thinks you’re dying, which just makes him FREAK OUT

brushes your hair off your face when your fever is running high

always has a wet washcloth to place on your forehead

lets you burrow into his coat after your fever goes away

he rests his head on top of yours when you’re bundled up in his coat

- [ EUGENE ROE ]

HOVERS LIKE A GODDAMN MOTHER HEN

constantly taking your temperature, giving you more blankets, feeding you, making sure you stay hydrated, etc.

OH AND YOU BETTER STAY HYDRATED

throws a hissy fit that you got sick because he needs you to take better care of yourself

not extremely touchy because he doesn’t want to catch whatever you have, which is like actually painful for him

constantly giving you tea & other hot beverages to drink

spoon feeds you because he doesn’t want you to lift a single finger

will tie you to the bed to make sure that you rest

don’t test him, he’s serious about your speedy recovery

“mon amour, you need to rest or else i won’t be able to give you kisses”

- [ BULL RANDLEMAN ]

gentle giant

makes sure you’re eating lots of healthy food (or the healthiest you can get) & staying hydrated

does tasks like cleaning your bayonet and your gun so you can go to bed earlier

lots of forehead kisses when you wake up from sick naps

instructs all of the replacements on how to take care of you while he’s away

they’re actually very helpful and you treat them all like your kids

when Bull comes back and sees this, he thinks it’s adorable

but then he realizes that you’re sick and they might catch the same thing you have if they get to close

spends a lot of time shooing people out of your room

rubs your knuckles to lull you to sleep

- [ RONALD SPEIRS ]

oh god, he tries to act like it’s all good but he’s falling apart because you just look so fucking tired

SUPER SOFT with you

carries you to bed, even though you try to tell him you’re fine

steals a tonnnn of supplies for you, especially the finest quality cough drops he could find

whispers to you how much he cares about you when he thinks you’re asleep

spoiler alert: you’re not, but the stuff he says makes you feel so warm and fuzzy inside that you don’t want him to stop

thinks he has a superior immune system and that he won’t get sick, so it doesn’t matter if he kisses you or not

oh and he DEMANDS kisses even though you’re sick, he just can’t live without ‘em

he didn’t get sick, and you’re still bitter about it

he’s so doting, it’s the only time you’ll ever see him this soft

- [ FLOYD TALBERT ]

he’s so smug that you’re sick and he’s not

it’s genuinely annoying, but you get back at him by revoking his kisses because you’re sick

he is super bitter and will not talk to you for the first few days

around the third day, he’ll start to cave in, and he’ll be spending every waking moment at your side

it’s mostly him whining that you won’t give him any smooches, but he’s actually quite helpful when you ask him to get you things

finds only the BEST materials for his baby to get better

he will settle for nothing less

he has Trigger stay with you when he’s gone, just so that he knows you’re safe

when you’re finally better, he will not stop kissing you on the lips

the other men keep telling you two to get a room, but he genuinely does not care... he just tells them they’re all jealous

- [ JOE TOYE ]

the most surprisingly doting out of all the men

constantly asking you “are you okay? can i get you anything?”

will beat up anyone that tries to take your extra food or blankets

very wholesome, spoons you when you sleep

lots of neck and shoulder kisses because he cannot kiss you on the lips

constantly making sure you’re comfortable

not at all opposed to giving you piggyback rides so that you can get to places faster

plus, it’s a good opportunity for him to show off his muscles and strength to you

gives you all of his chocolate

kisses your nose because it’s red

- [ RICHARD WINTERS ]

tucks your blanket around you so that you are all cozy when you sleep

tries to dote on you as much as possible, but it’s very hard with his busy schedule sometimes

also lets you sleep in his office, you just have a big pile of blankets and pillows

no one else comes in there anyways so like... who cares?

does basic things that you don’t feel like doing (ex: brushing your hair) for you

assigns a paratrooper to look over you when he’s gone

it’s usually Tab, but sometimes it’s someone else

the only person he doesn’t assign is Nix, and that’s because Nix is a human train wreck

anyways, he wants lots of snuggles in your pile of blankets

i hate the way this turned out, but i’m not gonna beat myself up over it because i tried. i hope you liked this at least, sorry i’m a little slow with my requests right now. there’s a lot going on, but i’m trying my best. i should be posting a lot more in the next couple days! thank you for your patience and for your request 💕

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bby-d1p · 3 years

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Chapter 1!

Date: August 2,2017

Time: 8:04 am

P.O.V: LaMelo

Location: 📍BBB Estate📍

"ughhhhh!" I groaned and rolled over at the sound of my ugly older Zo brother pounding on my door for me to get ready for school. "tell him to get up he won't listen to anyone else but you and big baller. And as you can see big baller ain't here." "What if he doesn't remember me- it has been two years Zo."I got closer to my door listening to the odd conversation outside of it. Whoever Zo was talking to had a HEAVY New York accent."Ay melo get u- ow!?!"i yelled as i felt the hard wood hit me face "oh my bad" A lightskin girl said. She had to be about 5'4, her hair was out in its natural dark brown curly fro. She had piercings and tattoos all over. She's pure pressure not gonna lie "I know i'm cute but you done staring down at me, we do have school?" she said. "uh why would I be taking you to school I don't even know your name let alone how you got in my house?" I asked genuinely confused. "Zo I told you he wouldn't remember me!" She yelled down the hall."oh well" Zo yelled back, I gave her a confused look. "Wait are you deadass right now?" she asked her voiced cracked in the smallest way. "Uh yea ion think we've met before." I said still confused. "oh I'm Azlia but you can call me Azi."She stared at me for a little longer than usual."No I wanna call you mamas " I said smirking and pulling her close "Ion think ya girl would be okay with that." Azi said laughing and pushing me off her. I already love her laugh and I just met her. "Ion got a girl what is you talking about?" I asked. "Melo stop playing and come downstairs." She said grabbing her bookbag "I made pancakes , sausage and eggs your plate is in the microwave ." Azi said running down the stairs "Thanks" I smiled"No problem." She returned it."Damn Azi you got him using his manners he ain't said that since 08 " Zo said. "How is Denise doing." I said while flicking him off " Pretty swell actually" He said smiling."um no she actually mad at you right now."I said laughing "fuck you" I scrunched my face up."no thanks save that for- wait you can't even save those two inches for Denise"Zo chased me around the kitchen counter."Shut up bitch" Azi was dying the whole time "I'll see you at school Melo ok." Azi said grabbing her keys and wiping her tears from laughing. "why don't we just take the lambo?" I asked . "Um I don't think you little girlfriend would be okay with that. " Azi said laughing bring this 'girlfriend' up once again. "Um what little girlfriend." I said "you serious?" Azi and Zo said at the same time. "Yea I don't have a girlfriend" I said laughing. "Pops melo said he don't got a girlfriend.I heard she clipped you." Zo said laughing. Some bald man walked in and said " melo what are you talking about you and Ashley broke up? He asked with a confused look on his face "I don't know who you or this Ashley is."I raised an eyebrow."Boy if you don't stop playing and take yo ass to school." He said in a serious tone. "Momma who tf is this in the kitchen." I asked "hold on moms I'm coming." Zo said as he went towards the living room. "you better watch ya mouth wild boy" he said "Aye bald bitch- " Before I could even finish ,Azi have covered my mouth which I wasn't expecting because I'm 6'5 and she's 5'4. "Momma who is this and why do you have to walk with a cane?"My voice cracked "Melo? You....ok?" She asked her words were spaced apart and she was stuttering . "Yes no I don't know I wake with zo banging on my door, then Azi a girl that I barely know no offense, "none taken", hits me in the face with my own door, some random man is in the house, you have a cane and your words are spaced apart and you're stuttering ." I said rambling with tears threatening the brim of my eyes. No one said anything they all just stared at me. There were three knocks on the door and Zo had beat Gelo to it zo flicked him of and started dancing "hey babe" some girl i'm assuming was Ashley walked through the door. Zo sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. Gelo snickered. "Why are you here?" Ashley asked Azi with slight annoyance in her voice. She was cute I guess but she wasn't anything compared to Azi "I'm here because i'm wanted to be here can't say the same about you though." Azi said shrugging he shoulders Zo, mom, and Gelo snickered "ughh whatever" Ashley said rolling her eyes. Azi didn't looked fazed at all."If yall are tryna prank me it ain't workin. idk who you are so don't call me babe, the only person i want to call me that is Azi." I said Azi I both blushed but tried to hide it by looking at her toes those perfect little toes.I an into toe-suckin ight but if I was damn "Huh" everybody I palmed myself in the face "Thinking out loud " I said shrugging my shoulders."Melo, baby you alright?" this Ashley girl but this timed she tried to kiss me. "aye bruh Ion know who you are but you need to chill with allat." I said annoyed "I'm out man Azi you coming?" I asked "uh no I can take my car I'll be fine" She with a genuine look on her face. I got in hopped in my lambo and Ashley soon came running and knocking on my window. "What? I asked. "I thought we were going to school together." "um no were not I don't know who you are." I said pulling off and driving to school.Soon Going Bad by Meek Mill Featuring Drake filled the speakers of my car. I saw Azi pull up next to me at a red light blasting the same song. I motioned for her to roll her window down. "What ?" She asked "first if you wanna be like me just say that, second-naw don't do that if anything you wanna be like me" she said cutting me off. "uh excuse me ma'am; second , if I win this race I get to take out on a date." I said smiling showing my pink and green braces. "No ya lil girlfriend would not like that." she said I rolled my eyes "She is not my girlfriend!" I said hitting the steering wheel"Ok whatever you say just know yo ass finna get blasted in this race." She said cockily before I could even say anything back she rolled her window up. It was a strait shot to Chino so there aren't any turns or anything. Azi started revving her engine so I started revving my too. As soon as the light hit green we zoomed off. she cut me off and I as taken back a little by the way she was switching lanes. Azi can drive her ass off. I wasn't gone let her punk me like that so I had to drive past her just to be funny. I saw her flipping me off through my rearview mirror and I laughed to myself about how goofy she is. As soon as I pulled into the Chino parking lot I saw Azi's green car parked in my usual spot. "looks like you can't take me out on a date". Azi said cocky manner and popping her invisible collar. I hopped out my car. "Um I do what I want I'm gonna take you on a date" i said wrapping my arms around my waist and burying my face in neck kissing it a little. I don't know why but I felt like I had a strong connection to this girl somehow. We were at my locker by now."Dip chill"she moaned a little "You can't be grabbing on me like you used to you got a girl ok."She huffed "I don't have a girl me and Ashley never dated and if we did or still do were over i'm gonna tell her after school!" I said annoyed I heard sniffles behind me "If that's how you feel melo then so be it." Ashley said. "No that's not what I meant.I don't remember anything at all." I said annoyed once again. "I don't want to sound harsh or break your heart but when I feel a certain way I'm gonna explain how I feel.I'm sorry but Ashley but when I'm with you I don't feel anything." "Melo chill out I'm not worth fighting for, You and Ashley are well were together until you said what you said I can't get tangled up in your mess again." Azi said with her voice cracking once again. "why do you think that? when i'm with you I feel something that I think that I've felt before. I just I can't remember anything I'm tired of having to choose between people over and over again." I said with tears threatening my eyes. why am I being so emotional? "I need to get to class." Azi and I said at the same time. I swear I'm falling in love with this girl already.We laughed and went our separate ways. Ashley just stood there looking dumb.

Science

"Mr.Ball you're late." My science teacher said I sucked my teeth and kept it pushing my day was already being fucked up. I heard heels clicking behind me "Yo you good?" My teacher asked me "Yea? how old are you?You don't sound like a teacher" I asked. she started dying "melo you a fool bruh for real is everything ok?" "I just said I'm fine can you just go back to teaching." I said with an attitude.There were ooo's going all around the classroom. "Melo ion know what you got going on today but you need to fix. Ian never have I won't have a problem with sending you to the office." she said she sound like she was from New Orleans. I rolled my eyes and went to my seat. "Aye melo you good bruh" some bronwskin boy asked me.He had a nose peircing and half his dreads were red and the other side black. "uh yea" I said keeping it cool and giving signals ian wanna talk. "ight whatever you say dip." he said shrugging his shoulders. "how do you know my- uh nevermind my day is already shitty enough." i said i plugged my headphones and started watching Trollhunters on Netflix not caring about what was going on.

Azila pov

Math

"why are you late Ms.Williams?" my math teacher questioned me. "oh my bad I had to deal with something before class." I said shrugging my shoulders.I'm already over this day. I can't get myself wrapped up in his mess not again, I have to figure out what's wrong with melo he's seemed so off this morning.

SKIP SCHOOL

Melo Pov

"You trippin ian finna go over there ion know them people." I said pissed my day has just been bad all around. "your going...ok." Mommy said .

After two hours of being around people I didn't know, i finally got home. "To prove there is nothing wrong with me why don't we go to the doctor?" I proposed "come on mommy let's go to the doctor " i said with puppy eyes "no" she mushed me "mommmmmmyyyyy pleaaasseeee" I asked annoying her on purpose again."ugh fine" mommy said. Out of nowhere Ashley facetimed me "How do you have my number?"I raised an eyebrow "listen dip I don't know what's going on with you but you need to cut the act. You've been so distant lately and I wanna know why." "I haven't been acting distant I just met you this morning." I hung up and walked towards the car.

15 mins later

"The Ball family,your number room is 082200"

"ooou my birthday" i said dancing "me-lo" my mom just laughed I love when she's happy.

We all got up and walked towards the door

"Hi I'm doctor Amanda Johnson and what will we be discussing today?" She asked, she was really perky, a little too perky "Well melo here started acting unusual this morning".The bald dude said touching my shoulder I started to yank away but mommy gave me that look. "How"? "Well he was saying-Let Lamelo" talk she cut off gelo. he stared in disbelief "I don't think I was acting weird.I woke up to get ready for school and zo and this girl Azi were talkin outside my door and the she hit me in the face with it. I asked her who she was yadayadayada apparently that bald dude is my dad and I got in to it with my science teacher who im guessing i was cool with?." I said recapping everything that happened this morning. "Ok um I'll need to do just a little check up height, weight, the usual." she said I stood up out the chair "holy sh- um how old are you?" she gulped you could hear how intimidated she was when I stood up. "I'm 16." I said nonchalantly."sixte- nevermind lonzo can you help me with the stadiometer" she was like 4'11 "sure" zo said in a weird tone. I sat on the little bed thing. She checked my heartbeat and allat good stuff. "Everything seems to be fine." she said hopping off the stool and started typing away on he desktop."Hmmmmm" The doctor said with a blank stare looking at the computer that's why I hate doctors you never know what they're saying smh. "?Well?" I said "Well there might be a scan that we can do next week to see what's going on with you because that "bald dude" is your dad in fact".She put quotations around bald dude and gave me a weird look. "lady no disrespect but i'm pretty sure i'd remember who my dad is." I said returning her confused look zo slapped the back of my head."ow" I whispered rubbing the back of my head. "Alright I'll see you guys next week." "th-thank you! mommy said.

Later...

Azlia Pov

"Uhh yea oh wait let's get the purple confetti instead." I said to Lee. Today is my mom's birthday so I'm tryna go all out. "Target has better balloons and candles." I said walking out of Walmart "Azi we've been to 8 stores already, are you sure?"Lee said laughing "Yes I'm serious, Mom is turning 42 we gotta go bi-" Before i could finish my sentence my phone started ringing.Incoming cal from Him💕 "Yes?" I smiled"nothing I just wanted to see you're face" he said laughing I rolled my eyes . Before lee could say some shit I muted the phone."Is tha- Yes it is lee now mind the business that pays you" I laughed and unmuted. "why'd you mute ma?" he questioned "Lee was saying outta pocket shit about how I'm always at target." I said rolling my eyes. "You literally got to target Every day!" Melo exclaimed "You in my business don't do that." I laughed"I'll call you later ok? Alright byebye." I hung up"It's his contact name still being him with the heart for me." Lee shut up and help me look for balloons" I said laughing."Tell me why simi just texted me and said: Ik you at target or Walmart get me sum gummywors" I laughed

Aziiiiiii😒

Fuckkk no

Simi😊👎

Azi rs stop playing

Aziiiiii😒

Fine troli or Haribo?

Simi 😊👎

Troli🙏

Aziiiii

Sike you thought hoe😊

Simi😊👎

fuck you monae

Azi😒

Ahhhhhh not the middle name💀😔

read 5:14 pm

Fine i'll get you some

*not delivered*

Simi?

*not delivered*

Aye ho- I mean simii?😃

*not delivered*

Azi

tell simi unblock me or he aint gettin shit

Teneal😘

just like that bett!💀

Teneal😘 sent a voice message

"Azi said unblock her or you aint getting shit. Im tellin momma" She laughed and Simi yelled

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miyaniacs · 4 years

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Mafia AU - Bokuto x fem!reader

Chapter 8 - I love you’s and lies

Chapter 7- take you home ; Index ; masterlist

warnings: slight NSFW and FLUFF

a/n: this is kind of long upss - also sorry for typos, I looked through it and corrected everything but then posted it and everything was gone except the headline, so I had to edit everything again but was too lazy too really correct everything again ( two times )

Thursday, 9am

The sun shines on your face.

You groan and hide your face in the sheets. Your head hurts. You extend your arm and reach for your phone.

9:48 am.

Well your class already started so there’s no need to get up now.

You’re about to put your phone away when a message pops up.

From: Bokuto

9:48am

Hey there sunshine! I hoped you slept well! I’m sorry for not texting you before, I was busy with .. work… and well yeah- don’t worry tho I’m fine!

9:48am

I miss you..

9:49am

Do you want to hang out today?

You feel something shift behind you, immediately you’re pulled back against a strong chest, as small kisses are planted all over your shoulders.

Forgetting about the messages you’ve just read, you turn around and look up at beautiful olive eyes. “Good morning my love.” He says in his even deeper morning voice.

“Hey baby.” You beam back, pressing kisses all over his face.

“How’d you sleep?” He laughs softly.

“Perfect! Your bed is so comfy - I can’t believe you hid it from me all the time.” You playfully pout.

Ushijima laughs softly and rolls on his back, pulling you with him.

“That’s not funny.” You pout and he laughs even more. “Wait until you see the rest of it - and wait until you get a taste of the amazing coffee I make.” He smirks and kisses your forehead.

“Oh? An amazing coffee made by my amazing boyfriend?” You joke around until you realise what you just called him. Your whole body stiffens and you start ramble: “I - I that’s not what I meant I know we -“ but Ushijima interrupts you.

“Baby, baby, stop. There is no need to apologise. I’d love it when you call me your boyfriend.” He smiles at you lovingly.

You look up at him with big eyes, a blush on your face and a big smile.

“Does that mean … that you’ll call me your girlfriend? That you introduce myself as your girlfriend when we’re with others?”

“Yes baby. That’s what I mean. I would love to make things even more official, so everyone knew you’re mine and that they better not mess with you… but I can’t You still got your job to do.” He frowns.

Ah yes, the job.

Bokuto.

You sigh at the thought of his face, his golden eyes.. his smile.

“But love, don’t worry. I trust you. I know that you’ll always come back to me at the end of the day. That your heart belongs to me. I uhm… I’m sorry if I come off too jealous … I just.. I wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same.. and..” You shut him off by placing your lips on his.

“You big stupid idiot. Of course I feel the same.” You chuckle.

“Say it.” He looks into your eyes.

“I love you Toshi.” You say softly and blush.

Ushijimas face breaks his usual neural mask and he smiles.

He smiles such a beautiful and heartwarming simile, you have never seen him smile like this before.

“I love you too Y/N.” He leans upwards and kisses you passionately, rolling over you, deepening the kiss. “ I love you so so much.” He mutters over and over again. It feels as if a wall broke done between the two of you.

Your hands roam over his broad shoulders and you begin to kiss his neck when you hear your phone ring.

Ushijima rolls to his side and groans.

Grabbing your phone you look at the caller ID and suck in your breath.

“It’s him right?” He rolls his eyes when he sees you nod, “Then go get it.”

“Hey?” You shyly say.

“HEYY Y/N! Sorry did I wake you up?” Bokuto beams and you feel Ushijima shift beside you.

“No noo, you didn’t ! What’s up Kou?” Your smile quickly drops as soon as you see Ushijima sitting in-between your legs, evilly smirking. You mouth a “NO” and try to crawl away, but he simply grabs your legs with his big hands holding you in place - and then he begins his magic.

“Oh nothing much…, I uhm… I just missed you..” Bokuto stutters. You let out a surprised squeal when you feel two fingers inside of you.

“Oh.. uhm I’m sorry I shouldn't have called you.” Bokuto begins. “No noooo I’m sorry I was just surprised. Uhm… do you want to meet up?” You ask, trying your best to ignore Ushijima.

“YES! I- uhm I mean Yes, sure.” You can practically see Bokuto scratching his head through the phone and you smile to yourself.

“So… tonight at uhmmm.. 8pm?” You suggest.

“Yes! Perfect- I’ll pick you up at yours and we can go shopping and then head to mine?” He asks now shy again.

“That sounds perfect Kou.” You smile.

“Okay - I - uhm need to go now. Boss is calling.” He laughs, “ See you tonight!” And he hangs up.

Immediately you throw your phone on the other side of the bed and your hands grab Ushijimas hair. You scream when he bites your clit. “TOSHI OMG!”

“So … tonight?” He mumbles against you, “What do you two do?”

“I… ughhhhh fuckkkk - we chill at his… and — AHHHG!” Arching your back you groan and grab the pillow.

“Ahh… so you and him alone… in his flat.. late at night…” his fingers move faster and faster while his tongue circles around your sensitive knot.

“No.. Toshi.. this.. OMG TOSH I’M GONNA COME!”

“Yes babygirl, scream my name.” He demands.

“USHIJIMA !!!!” You scream and lift up your body.

Thursday, 11am

“Andddd here’s your special coffee!” Ushijima places the coffee mug in front of you on the table.

Taking a sip you frown.

“Wow. I can’t believe you’ve hid, an amazing bed, this beautiful view, this whole beautiful place, AND that you’re practically a barista. Ushijima? Who are you? OH also are you a florist? How do you keep all those plants alive?” You shake your head and he laughs loudly.

“I’m sorry love, I promise you form this day on, you’ll get to see all of me.” He smiles and looks at you with love filled eyes. You grab his face and kiss him passionately. His hands wander down your body and he grabs your waist, lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his torso, your hands find their way to his hair. His arms move upwards to your back, pulling you closer to him.

Pulling away, Ushijima looks into your eyes. His eyes are soft, so incredibly soft, you feel your heart getting heavier with each second you look into them. Then your stomach grumbles, ruining this perfect moment.

“Well… I’ll better make something to eat.” He laughs.

Thursday, 7:50pm

You came home just a few minutes ago. You and Ushijima spent the day at his, watching movies talking, cuddling and eating. Today felt as if you finally got to know him. From now on you can say that you know the infamous Ushijima Wakatoshi, that you truly know him.

As for now, you stand in front of your mirror, you’re wearing some tight black highwaisted sports leggings, an oversized dark grey cropped hoody and some black platform Doc Martens. Pulling up the hood, you grab your phone and head towards the front door. Bokuto should be there in a few minutes and you definitely need some fresh air to clear your mind and get into your role.

You hear the sound of the black Bugatti and in a matter of seconds it’s parked right in front of you.

Taking a deep breath you put on a fake smile and open the door. The second you see Bokutos face though, your fake smile switched into a real smile. He’s dresses as casual as you are. Grey sweatpants, black oversized T-Shirt and a black and yellow Nike Jordans cap, which he has on backwards.

“Hey there!” He smiles as you sit down and close the door.

“So… shopping now?” You wiggle your brows and smirk.

“You bet!” He says sheepishly and speeds down the road.

“How was your day?” You ask casually.

“Well… the usual…” He scratches his head, “Some business to deal with, but everything worked out just fine.” He smiles and quickly looks over at you.

“Ohh - well I’m glad.” You smile and look out of the window. Bokuto turns on the music and ironically “Gangsta’s Paradise” starts playing. You look over at him with an are you serious - look, but Bokuto just smirks and starts sining along on the top of his lungs while turning up the volume.

“Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me?" He sings and you just had to join him.

“Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise" you two sing on the top of your lungs

He stops the car on the parking lot of the grocery store and looks at you. For a second it’s silent then you two burst out in laughter.

“Okay okay, let’s get out.” You menage to say while trying to catch your breath.

You walk over to get a shopping cart and walk back to Bokuto, who’s already waiting for you with an evil smirk on his face.

“Kou - what are you planning now?” You ask and stop in front of him, a worried expression on your face.

“This.” He says and jumps in the cart, “TO THE SNACKS” he yells and extends his arm as if he’s some general on a horse, telling his soldiers to march forward.

“Omg why am I doing this to myself?” You fake whine and gather all your strength to move the cart.

“You do it for the SNACKS!” He laughs.

About an hour later, you got all the chips, chocolates, ice cream, sweets, drinks, alcohol and a watermelon, which Bokuto - still sitting in the cart - holds proudly. You move to the check- out, Bokuto lifts all the stuff out of the cart and pays - still in the cart. All the people around you two look as if you’re the craziest thing they have ever seen. The best looks you two get are the ones when you move the cart to the black Bugatti, that everyone on the parking lot is starring at.

Winking at you, Bokuto revs up the engine drives off to his apartment.

Friday 1:20am

All the snacks are open, the water melon exploded in the kitchen, the bottle of tequila almost empty and you and Bokuto have a dane off to “Hollaback Girl”. Sadly you have to admit that he is winning, simply and only to the fact that he can throw it back like a pro.

The song switches to “No Diggity” and Bokuto walks up behind you wrapping his arms around you, pressing his body against yours while you start moving your hips to the beat.

His lips find the soft skin right behind your ear.

You arch your back at the sudden contact, pressing your lower back even tighter against him.

“You’ve been with him this morning, haven’t you?” He purrs into your ear. You bite your lips and shake your head. “Don’t lie to me. I know what he’s done while I called you.” He growls in such a deep voice, your whole body shivers. “Kou.. I’m sorry I-“ you begin but quickly stop talking as you feel him biting down on your skin. “I know you’re not sorry, love. You enjoy all of this right? Having two dangerous man fighting over you?” He starts sucking on your neck, leaving marks that’ll be hard to cover up. You lean your head back against his shoulder, giving him more space to work with. One of his hands move under your hoody, fingers gazing over your skin. “I can’t blame you, love, yet I can promise that I’ll fight for you.”

Your heart arches at his words. Bokuto is so honest with his emotions and you start to feel a warm feeling filling up your heart. You can’t let this happen, you’ve just told Ushijima that you loved him, have you been lying? No. You do love him, but what is this feeling now? What is this warm feeling that fills you up?

Bokuto moves you around in his arms finally looking down at your beautiful face. With big eyes you look up to him, how could he hold back now? His lips crash with yours in a hungry kiss that leaves you breathless afterwards.

“Kouu..” You moan against his lips, but he pulls away.

“No. Not now.” he turns away. You open your eyes and the second his hands left your body you feel cold and empty.

“What.. Bokuto .. I’m sorry .. “ you stutter confused.

“No, it has nothing to do with you. I just.. I want to be sure that you really want me and that it’s not the alcohol speaking.” He says shyly and looks at the ground. At this moment, he looks more like a 16 years old that has to ask his mother to leave the house and not like a gang member.

“Thank you for being so respectful.” You smile warmly at him and walk towards him.

He looks over to you, “ You don’t think I’m weak for being that way?”

“What?! NO! How could I?” You ask confused.

“I - It’s just - I feel like I have to act a certain way since I’m in a gang… and that I don’t really fulfil those expectations.” He looks at you with big eyes. Gently you place your hands on either side of his face forcing him to look at you.

“Bokuto, there’s nothing wrong with it. You’re still dangerous and whoever messes with you has some serious death wishes. Also I believe you don’t show this side to everyone.” You smile at him and kiss his nose.

“No.. only to the ones I trust.” He mumbles embarrassed, “Have I trusted you too early, y/n?” He asks innocently and your heart breaks.

Yes yes, he did. He certainly did, but he’s not one to blame. You’ve been too open and carefree around him. You didn't act, they’ve all been your true emotions and feeling. Who is he to blame for trusting you?

“Yes Kou you did, but it’s fine. I won’t betray you.” You say and his eyes lit up.

“Thank you. It’s so hard for me to find someone to trust and who accepts me outside the gang.” He kisses your cheek and grabs your hand, “NOW we haven’t decided who won the dace off!” He laughs and starts looking for the right song.

You feel your phone vibrating.

From Tosh:

Are you okay?

Yes I am.

Okay good. Please, remember that you’re just playing a role…

I know Toshi.

Good, sorry.. I’m just worried. I’m with the boss rn and he asked where you are and I just- got worried...

I know- but you don’t have to, I’m all yours love.

I love you.

Shaking your head, you brush off the feeling of guilt and put your phone away.

Bokuto looks at you with sharp eyes.

“Hm?” you ask and look at him confused.

“Does he know you're with me?” he asks.

How. How is he able to read you so easily?

“Yes he does.” you honestly reply.

“Good.” he smirks, “I hope it bother his as much as it bothers me knowing you’re with him.” You roll your eyes and grab his phone. “You take too long to find a song.” you comment and scroll though his playlist. He hugs you from behind and he rests his chin on your shoulder. “How about we end the night with some movies?” he kisses your shoulder. “Sounds like a plan.” you smile and add “Movies and cuddles?”

“Baby, by deciding to have me as friend you signed up for a lifelong subscription for cuddles.” he laughs.

Friday, 4:40 am

Bokuto wakes up by his phone ringing.

“Yes?” he answers still sleepy.

“Bokuto? Where are you?” Sakusa asks from the other line.

“Home. Why?”

“Come to the club now. We got some business to take care of?”

“What kind of business?”

“We found someone who works for the Adlers and we need our best man to make sure we get all the needed information out of him.”

“Coming.”

Bokuto sighs and hangs up. He looks down at your sleeping form. Gently he frees himself out off your grip and lifts you up, carrying you to his bed. He stays for a few more seconds, gently running his fingers through your hair. The he kisses you goodbye and leaves.

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oliviaischillin1204 · 4 years

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cuddlebugs

Pairings: Romantic LAMP

Word Count: 3,903 words

WHOOPS this is self indulgent lmao. there’s also a lot of chit chat and light kissing/flirting before we get to the tword stuff, but i think it’s cute aksgdhsj

“Logan, it should be my turn in the middle tonight!”

“You were in the middle two nights ago, meaning your next turn in the middle will be tomorrow night.”

Roman blinked. As soon as the words registered, he groaned dramatically and fell back against the bed, an arm pitifully thrown over his eyes. “Ughhhhh.”

Logan quirked an eyebrow. “Don’t give me that tone. It’s our schedule.”

“It’s your schedule, and I hate it,” Roman retorted, lifting his arm to glare at Logan without any real malice.

Between them, Patton sighed in fond exasperation. He peeked over Logan’s shoulder, and yep-- there was Virgil, giving Patton the exact same look: the look that said, ‘our boyfriends are fighting over their love and affection again, and it’s so cute but also please’.

Logan scoffed, reaching an arm over Patton’s head to fluff Roman’s pillow. “Well, that’s certainly an unbiased opinion to have. Sarcasm.”

Roman scoffed back, removing Logan’s glasses from his face and placng them on the bedside table. “Oh, and of course you’re totally unbiased by the fact that your schedule means you get to cuddle with both Patton and Virgil tonight. Also sarcasm.”

“Get fucked, Princey,” Virgil interjected. “If I have to sleep on the outside, then you have to sleep on the outside.”

That statement only seemed to spur on Roman’s pity party.

“But you’re so far away!” he whined. He reached over Patton’s and Logan’s heads to make grabby hands at Virgil, who rolled his eyes before leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Roman’s knuckles.

“There. Happy?”

Roman pouted again, pulling back his freshly-kissed hand and cradling it to his chest.

Patton clicked his tongue in sympathy. “Come on, sweetheart, you’ll be back in the middle before you know it! Plus, at least you can see all of us at once,” he finished with a small pout, pulling the blankets up closer to his chin.

Logan patted his hand comfortingly. “Patton, no one here will blame you for not being able to look both at your left and your right at the same time.” Indeed, one of Patton’s greatest reasons to dislike the scientific field was the fact that no one had invented the technology to let him keep all of his boyfriends in plain view at all times.

Logan continued, “Additionally, we all know how much you like to lay your head against Roman’s chest when you two are sleeping next to each other. I cannot blame you for that.”

Patton sighed, looking mournfully at Logan as he replied, “Yeah, but I really like wrapping my arms around you, too, Logan!”

Logan’s face softened into one of a shy fondness. “I enjoy that very much, as well, but please don’t worry about me. Just feeling your presence by my side is enough.”

“Plus,” Virgil added, his voice light and playful, “now I get to keep Logan all to myself.”

He suddenly wrapped his arms firmly around Logan’s torso, pulling him even closer to his chest. The logical side squirmed under the affection, a light blush dusting his features.

“Silence.”

“What?” Virgil asked. “Don’t like me bragging about how awesome it is to cuddle with you?”

“Be quiet.”

“No, I think we’d all have to agree with Virgil, there, Logan,” Roman interjected with a smile. Patton nodded, making the bed bounce with his enthusiasm.

“Yeah! You’re the cutest cuddlebug in the whole gang!”

Logan’s face was quickly starting to resemble a tomato. “I-- you-- shut up!”

He gasped lightly as Virgil rested his chin on his shoulder, a huff of amusement making the serious side shiver.

“Make us.”

He pressed a small kiss to Logan’s shoulder, and the cool touch sent goosebumps down his arm.

“Well--” he stammered, “if anyone is a... cuddlebug, it’s Patton!”

Roman snorted, giving Logan an unimpressed, yet amused look.

“Well, of course he is, Logan! I mean,” he said, holding Patton closer and nuzzling into his hair with his nose. “He’s warm, soft... squishy...”

With the last word, Roman’s fingers gently pressed into Patton’s sides, and Patton squeaked, batting at his hands.

“Oh, Roman! Stop!”

Roman grinned, not looking sorry in the slightest.

“What? I’m just helping Logan prove a point. You are, by all accounts, a perfect, adorable cuddlebug.” He finished with pressing a small kiss to Patton’s forehead, who was still slightly breathless from the compliments and the light tickles.

“Exactly,” Logan said with a decisive air. “In conclusion, Patton is the cuddlebug of our relationship. Period.”

He moved to rest his head back on the pillow, but Virgil’s grip around his torso suddenly tightened, keeping him firm in place.

“Hold up, L,” he said lowly, and Logan did not trust the mischievous tone in his voice. “You think there can’t be two adorable cuddlebugs in this group?”

Logan’s brow furrowed. He opened his mouth to retort, but then Virgil, of course, began spidering his fingers all over Logan’s stomach. Whatever words were on the tip of his tongue vanished in an instant, as Logan fought desperately against his restraints in order to curl up and protect himself.

“Don’t! You-- Virgil!”

“Hm?” Virgil asked innocently, using his two index fingers to wiggle into Logan’s most ticklish rib at the same time. “Sorry, can you repeat that?”

Logan certainly could not repeat that-- certainly not when Virgil began scratching his other fingers all over his lowest ribs at the same time-- and Virgil knew it, the smug bastard. Logan pressed a hand to his mouth, uselessly trying and pitifully failing to prevent his sweet giggles from escaping his mouth.

“Hm, I didn’t catch that, either,” Virgil remarked. “But still, I’m pretty sure that only adorable cuddlebugs get all giggly from just a couple little ticky-tickles, so--”

Logan made a noise not unlike a verbal keysmash, hiding his burning face in his hands as much as he could.

“No, he’s right, Logan!” Roman interjected. “Look!”

Again, his hands moved to squeeze at Patton’s sides, this time with more intention. Patton gasped, his own hands shooting down to grab Roman’s wrists.

“Ah-ha! Romahahan!”

Roman merely smiled at Patton’s immediate laughter. “Don’t worry, Patton, I’m just showing Logan how the two of you are both the cutest, sweetest, most preciously fluffy little cuddlebugs we’ve got!”

He pressed another kiss to Patton’s forehead as he continued to mercilessly tickle his sides, kneading with expert precision the little divot at Patton’s waistline.

Patton squealed, kicking his legs as much as he could under the blankets. “Ro-man!”

Virgil laughed lowly at Patton’s giddy panic, and the sound sent tingles down Logan’s spine.

”Paying attention, Logan?” he murmured directly into his ear. He gently cupped Logan’s chin with one hand, turning his head so he was looking at Patton.

“See how cute Patton is when he gets all squirmy? With all of those tickly-tickles, tingling and prickling under his skin? All those butterflies in his little tum-tum? Isn’t he cute?”

Virgil’s fingers slowed their ticklish brigade until they were merely circling around Logan’s bellybutton.

“Yeah...” Logan managed through his giggles.

He felt Virgil grin against the back of his neck.

“So if I do this--”

Without warning Virgil shoved a finger into Logan’s bellybutton, and an embarrassingly high-pitched noise escaped his lips as his squirming increased tenfold.

“And you react like that, too,” Virgil continued casually, as if he wasn’t tickling Logan half to death, “doesn’t that mean you’re just as much of a cute little cuddlebug as him? Right? That seems like some good logic, huh, Logan?”

Each of his questions was paired with his index finger vibrating rapidly in his bellybutton, and Logan cried out, throwing his head back as his desperate giggles poured out.

Meanwhile, Patton was releasing his own stream of nervous giggles as Roman’s fingers began skittering down to play right above his hipbones.

“Roman! Not there!”

Roman quirked his head, the picture of innocent confusion (aside from the evil smirk on his face). “Not there? Not where? Here? Or did you mean right here?”

With each word, his fingers darted between spots, from his hipbones to his bellybutton to the stretch of skin between the two, moving too fast for Patton to anticipare or prepare himself for. He squealed again, jolting with each new tickle spot that was poked and prodded by the creative side.

“No, no, no, nohohohoh!” His hands flapped in the air, as if he didn’t know what to do with them, until they finally came to rest back on Roman’s wrists, not pushing or pulling in the slightest.

“Aw, you’re still not trying to get away!” Roman cooed, watching Patton’s blush spread all the way to his ears. “You just love the tickles so much!”

Virgil chuckled. “I think they both do, Roman. Look at Logan.”

Roman’s eyes darted away from Patton’s face, before doing a genuine double take. His jaw dropped as a delighted grin grew on his face.”

“Oh, my stars,” he said reverently. “Patton, look how red Logan’s face is!”

Roman’s fingers slowed just enough to let Patton turn his head, gasping in delight at the blush that adorned Logan’s face.

“Oh, honey--!”

Logan groaned, squirming under their gazes. He went to hide his face yet again, but Virgil abruptly grabbed both of his wrists with his own hands.

“Uh uh,” he teased. “No hiding for cute little cuddlebugs.”

Logan gave an flustered whimper at the compliments. “No!”

Roman sighed happily, propping up his head in his hand to gaze dreamily down at Logan.

“You have the most adorable tickle face in the entire universe,” he said with finality. Logan’s shoulders shook with the giggles that were still threatening to build up inside him, but to his suprise Virgil interjected with a questioning hum.

“Well, what about Patton’s face, Roman?” he teased, and the moral side stiffened as the group’s attention turned to him. “He’s got that giggle-high smile right now, the one he gets when he’s all loopy? It’s so fucking cute on him.”

Now it was Patton’s turn to whine in embarrassment. “Virgil!”

Virgil quirked a grin. “What? You don’t like my teases?”

Patton shook his head, an unshakeable smile on his face. Virgil pretended to pout.

“That’s too bad,” he said, trailing a finger up and down Logan’s side slowly and making him squirm in place, “because I sure do love to tease you...”

Roman quickly caught on to what he was implying. His smile grew even wider.

“Hey, Virgil?” he called, catching the anxious side’s eyes. Roman didn’t even bother to hide the shit-eating grin on his face as he continued to speak.

“Wanna trade?”

Patton and Logan gasped in unison, but Virgil’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

“Oh, hell yes.”

In the next second, both Patton and Logan were released from their holds, but neither of them had time to react before their respective partners literally switched them around. Logan gave a choked gasp that teetered on a cackle as Roman grabbed him under his arms, hoisting him up and over Patton so he could lie next to him. Virgil then took the opportunity to grab Patton’s wrists, gently sliding him across the mattress until the two of them were face to face.

“Wait-- no!” Logan exclaimed, another panicked grin rising to his face. “This-- this isn’t fair!”

Roman wasn’t sure whether he meant the rude violation of his ingenious cuddling schedule, or the way Roman was now drilling his thumbs into his armpits while his fingers scratched as much of his back as they could reach.

Either way, he merely smiled cheekily before pulling Logan closer to his chest, his mouth inches from his ear as he cooed, “Can’t hear you over all of that gorgeous laughter, Specs!”

On the other side of the mattress, Patton was already giggling up a storm, and his laughter certainly didn’t abate as Virgil wrapped him in his arms and pulled him even closer.

“Hey, Pat,” he drawled. “Ready for our snuggle time?”

His face dipped forward until he was nuzzling into Patton’s neck, and the moral side squealed, squirming with reckless abandon against the tingly sensations.

“No! Please! It tickles!” he begged, eyes screwed tightly shut and grin practically splitting his face.

Virgil huffed a laugh, and the rush of air had Patton gasping and snorting in ticklish agony.

“Yeah, it tickles, that’s the point. Hold still.”

He sniffed, snuffled, and sighed all over Patton’s sensitive neck, sending him into helpless giggles that left him feeling even loopier than before.

Beside him, Logan was seemingly trying to play the quiet game with Roman, who was playfully poking at his cheek like a child with a new toy.

“Logan,” he cooed, “aren’t you gonna laugh for me? You know your laugh is just the prettiest sound in the whole wide world.”

His words made Logan’s face flush even more, and before Roman could stop him he raised both arms to cover his cheeks.

Roman gasped in mock offense. “Logan, don’t hide your blushy-blush from me!”

The only response to his words was a stubborn headshake. Roman gave a deep sigh of disappointment.

“Don’t make me count to three.”

Logan peeked an eye out from behind his arms. “You are evil.”

Roman raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. He made sure Logan could see him as he slowly lifted his hands into the air, fluttering his fingers in the direction of his now exposed armpits.

“One.. two...”

Logan threw his arms down with a strangled choking noise.

“Wait! Fine!” He crossed his arms across his chest as best he could, doing everything in his power to keep the frown on his face.

Immediately Roman dropped the angry schtick, his own grin blossoming in delight. “Aw, there he is! Cuddlebug Logan, reporting for duty!” He gave a mock salute to the pouty side that laid before him.

Logan cursed under his breath, but he couldn’t hide the smile that was desperately attempting to rise to his face.

Roman tsked. “No more pouting, cuddlebug! Let’s put a smile back on that face!”

Before Logan could react, Roman darted his hands back down to his sides, but this time, he actually wormed them up under his arms in order to tickle at the protected spot. Logan actualy managed to hold out for a few seconds before falling into bright peals of laughter.

“Dohohohohn’t!” He weakly tried to raise his hands to push Roman away, but every movement of his arms made the wiggling feelings in his pits even worse.

“Aw, what? Logan doesn’t like my tickly fingers in his sensitive armpits?” Roman cooed, leaning close to Logan’s ear to tickle his neck with his breath. “Is somebody just too ticklish for some little scratches? Boy, I hope this doesn’t tickle you as badly as I think it does. Because I certainly don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

Logan’s head fell backwards, his laughter coming unrestricted as he writhed against Roman’s hold.

Virgil watched Logan’s ticklish torture with amusement for another second, before turning all of his attention back to Patton.

“How you feeling, Patton?”

His boyfriend wheezed, shaking his head and making his curls bounce. “Please! No!”

Virgil stopped, looking down at himself wrapped around Patton’s body, before bringing his gaze back to Patton’s with a bemused smile.

“I’m not even doing anything,” he said. Patton shook his head again, too flustered to even open his eyes.

“It still-- still tihihickles!”

Virgil’s smile turned evil. Oh, he loved when Patton got hypersensitive like this. It made this next part so much more fun.

“It does?” he asked innocently, pulling Patton even closer in order to keep him perfectly still. “Boy, that sucks. I don’t even have to tickle you, and you’re still so giggly. All I have to do is lie right here and watch all those butterflies tickle-tickle in your tummy-tum. Hey, try not to imagine what it’ll feel like when I start tickling you again. I think I’ll start with some nice, slow scratches up and down and up and down your ribs-- you have a lot of fun spots there, right? Then I’ll go for your sides, especially because you’re so cute and chubby, there’s so many tickle spots for me to choose from. Next is your tummy-tum. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll only give you a few raspberries on that bellybutton, instead of a lot. I know they just make you wanna giggle so badly, but I think you can handle that, right? And if I’m not too sleepy by the time I finish there, I might even have to give you some soft little tickles along your hips. Isn’t that your number one tickle spot? Anyways, just don’t think about all that, okay?”

Patton laughter was endless; he threw his body as far as he could, doing everything in his power to rid himself of the phantom tickles that ran up and down his skin.

“Virgil!” he pleaded through his joyful torture. “Help me!”

Virgil’s eyes brightened. “Help you? Okay, Patton, I’ll help you.”

And he began spidering his fingers up and down Patton’s ribs, just as he said he would.

Patton screamed, beating his feet into the mattress as his torso was assaulted with tickles. “That’s not what I meant! Ahahahahahaha!”

“It’s not?” Virgil asked cheerfully. “But I thought you loved the ticky-tickles? I mean, don’t you love it when I tickle your ribs... and your sides... and your tummy... and esecially your hips...”

Patton nearly shrieked as his fingers traveled between each location he listed. “No!”

Suddenly, Patton managed to break Virgil’s hold, and he threw himself backwards out of his grip. Virgil stared at him with wide eyes.

“Uh oh,” he said lowly, in that awful tickle monster voice that made Patton want to run away and hide. “Did someone try to escape? Huh? Pattycakes thought he could escape my tickles?”

Patton giggled and didn’t respond, merely attempted to crawl backwards across the bed. Virgil easily followed him.

“Patton, why are you running? I just want to tickle-tickle-tickle you!”

“No!”

“Yes! Now hold still, wiggly!”

As the two of them engaged in the world’s giggliest game of cat and mouse, Logan and Roman were rather busy with their own game; the game, of course, was ‘how long can Roman tickle Logan before he actually passes out?’, which was one of Roman’s favorites.

Logan gasped as yet another tickle spot on his stomach was hit with Roman’s prodding fingers. “Romahahahan!”

“Yes, Logan?” Roman asked, voice perfectly innocent as he mercilessly tazed into the soft stretch of skin where Logan’s stomach met his sides. His entire body jerked at the sensation, so of course Roman repeated it three more times in unison.

“Enough!”

“Hm,” Roman replied, looking contemplative. “Interesting, but I think I’ll have to disagree. Between your blush, your smile, and your laughter, I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of tickling you.”

His fingers once again attatched themselves to that extra special spot on Logan’s side, this time pairing the ticklish squeeze with a sloppy kiss on the underside of his jaw.

Logan screamed, the double attack being all too much for him, and he finally managed to gather his strength and push himself away from Roman’s tickle attack.

Except-- except he didn’t actually go anywhere.

His eyes burst open as he felt a familiar pressure against his back-- Patton. He pressed backwards again, but it seemed that the moral side’s escape plan had merely resulted in both of them getting trapped together between their two lers.

As soon as Logan processed this, his eyes darted to back to Roman’s wiggling fingers, which were getting closer by the second.

“No-- wait!” he begged. “I can’t move!”

Roman paused, his fingers mere inches away from Logan’s tummy. His head quirked as he seemed to take in the situation, both Patton’s current predicament and Logan’s own reaction.

Then his face split into a slow smile.

“Oh, you can’t?” Roman asked. He paused for another dramatic second before shrugging. “How unfortunate.”

And his fingers dove into to thoroughly squeeze, taze, and vibrate all over his exposed tummy.

Logan howled, back arching and head falling back as far as he could. Virgil glanced over Patton’s shoulder before dropping back to Patton’s desperate smile.

“Patton, you troublemaker,” he playfully scolded. “Keeping Logan all trapped and vulnerable for his tickle time, and you still couldn’t even get away from my tickles? Sucks to be you.”

Virgil kept one hand skittering all around Patton’s tummy while the other crawled down to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze at those ticklish hips of his. Patton shrieked, pushing back against Logan’s back, but he, too, had to go through the shock and horror of realizing he really couldn’t move anywhere.

Logan and Patton’s wild wails of wordless laughter rose and fell together, creating a sweeter sound than Virgil had ever heard. It was addictive, and it was amazing, and it was... adorable.

“You’re adorable,” he murmured without meaning to. Roman caught his eye over their boyfriends’ heads. Virgil didn’t even know if he had actually heard what he said over their shreking laughter, but the warmth in his eyes certainly shared the same sentiment.

“Our adorable cuddlebugs,” he finished. He began to gradually slow his hands and lighten his tickles, finally giving Logan the chance to once again take deep, uninterrupted breaths.

After a few seconds, Virgil did the same, pulling his hands away from Patton’s sweet spots and folding them under his head, watching his boyfriend weakly attempt to compose himself.

“Thahahat was-- that was--”

His words fell off into helpless giggles again, and he smooshed his face into the pillow in a weak attempt to hide his giddy flusteredness.

Roman chuckled, reaching over Logan to rub Patton’s forearm.

“I’m glad you had fun, Padre,” he said. His hand trailed slowly from Patton’s arm to Logan’s, who immediately melted under the touch. “I’m glad you both did.”

Logan’s face turned pink once more. “Yes, well--”

He coughed, not making eye contact with Roman as he stated, “I... may have to concede the previous debate to you and Virgil. You are... not incorrect.”

Virgil snorted. “That’s probably as close as he’ll ever come to admitting he’s a cuddlebug. Right, Logan?”

Another whimper escaped Logan’s throat as he buried his face in Roman’s chest. The creative side awwed, wrapping his arms even tighter around the logical side.

“If you think I’m gonna let you go just because some stupid schedule says I have to,” he murmured, smiling at the way Logan’s shoulders shook with exasperated laughter, “you’ve got another thing coming.”

Patton finally lifted his head, grabbing Virgil with one arm and tugging the two of them even closer to Logan and Roman.

“Come on, gang,” he said in a sleepy voice, “this cuddlebug says its bedtime. Everybody snuggle up.”

Vrgil laughed as he allowed himself to be pulled back into the cuddle pile. He reached over Patton and Logan to find Roman’s hand, and the two locked their fingers together, holding both of their cuddlebugs safely between them.

“Tomorrow we’re getting back on schedule,” Logan insisted, voice muffled through the pillows and blankets and bodies he was snuggled between. Roman and Virgil met eyes over their heads, smiling at the adorable sight between them.

“Sure, Logan,” Roman whispered, pressing a kiss to his head. Virgil did the same to Patton, stroking his hair with a gentle touch.

“Now get some sleep, cuddlebugs. Love you.”

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