#We have sushi in bath dates

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Moving On and On, So Very Bittersweet

Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: mentions miscarriage, anxiety, nerves, slight angst, and SMUT

Today has been a bit of a haze and you’re not even close to putting your plan in motion yet. You’re finally ready to have sex again after a long, grueling 5 months. The healing process after your miscarriage has been one of the hardest things ever, and it’s still rough sometimes. However, time has healed you mentally and you feel ready to rekindle that spark between yourself and Mat. This morning you made a phone call to your best friend, Beverly, asking if she’d do you the grace of taking care of your babies for the night. Luckily she agreed. You had to run around the house to pack their bags and feed them before they were picked up. Now you’re setting up for tonight, impatiently waiting for Mat to walk through the front door.

The familiar beep of Mat’s car doors locking alerts you instantly. You feel nerves of anticipation and excitement fill you up as you trot over to the front door. You throw it open before he can even insert the key into the keyhole. You’re greeted with his shocked expression and his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“Hi, baby,” you mutter, words muffled by the material of his button up.

You practically cuddle into his body as warmth emanates from all around him.

“Hi, pretty girl. I missed you today,” he says back, looking down into your eyes.

An overwhelming swell of love pumps through your veins while you stare at the man you’re insanely in love with.

“The kids are awfully quiet today,” Mat concludes, so used to the bustling sound of his kids coming to greet him when he first gets home.

“They actually aren’t here. They’re with Beverly for the night. We’ll go pick them up tomorrow morning,” you explain.

You fiddle with the hairs at the nape of his neck to distract yourself from feeling any type of anxiety. You’re trying not to let any of your fears get to you. You know you’re ready to move forward with Mat, but you can’t help but feel jittery. It’s almost like it’s your first time all over again.

“That’s nice. What’s the occasion?” Your husband’s hands wander along your back, his fingertips pressing into any knots you may have.

“No occasion, I just want some quality time with my husband,” you murmur and press a kiss onto the side of his neck.

For a moment you feel him freeze because he’s not used to you being affectionate as of late, but then you feel him melt into you. He doesn’t know that it eases your anxiety.

“I can definitely get behind that. I missed being able to be with my wife without the babies crawling all over us. Don’t get me wrong, I love our children, but I love having some time for just you and me,” Mat grins, tugging you further into him.

“Me too, baby. How about we order some takeout?” You ask.

“Deal.”

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“That was so good,” you comment as you relax into the cushions of the couch.

“Sushi is always good,” Mat agrees, welcoming you into his arms.

You pepper kisses along his collarbones and all the way up to his jaw. Your hands press into his chest and you smirk when you feel his heartbeat start to pick up. After your soft attack is over, you pull him into a hug. You feel so thankful for your husband, and you hate that you haven’t been showing it as often.

“It’s so nice to be able to enjoy a meal with you, baby. We haven’t had a date this week, so I’m glad we were able to do this,” Mat expresses his gratitude.

“Maybe we should cap this over with a nice bath and maybe a glass of wine,” you suggest, eyes peering into his innocently.

“I like that idea very much,” he responds and leads you to your bathroom.

After setting up a warm bubble bath and grabbing some wine, you finally sink into the water. You welcome the liquid to soothe your muscles and you’re sure that Mat welcomes the same feeling. You melt into his chest, feeling the comfort of having him wrapped around you.

“Mat,” you mutter so quietly that he almost doesn’t catch it.

“Yeah, babe?” He leans up, so he’s flushed against your back and his hands wrap around your stomach.

You fight the chill that dares to roll through your spine and try to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You clear your throat and say, “these past months have been so hard on us. I’m still a little sad, but I miss feeling connected to you-“

“We're always connected, even if it's not sexually. You're my wife, my soulmate, and my everything," Mat adds in. His eyes are filled with sincerity, making you relax a bit.

“I know, baby. In this case, I mean I miss being sexually connected. Seeing you be the best daddy, picking up my slack, and just being the best husband, has made me insanely horny for you,” you finish with a giggle, feeling awfully shy. Your cheeks simmer under Mat’s smirk.

There are no words to express how grateful you are for your husband. While you’ve been dealing with your grief, Mat has been the ultimate partner. Not that he wasn’t before the miscarriage, but he’s definitely made things easier for you during your fragile state. That’s not to mention that he’s been so patient with you. He didn’t push you to get better, nor did he push you to have sex before you were ready. Mat’s the definition of the perfect husband, perfect father.

"Are you 100% sure you're ready for me?" Your husband asks, wanting to be completely certain that you're not feeling any hesitation.

“I’m sure. I want you,” you state firmly, pushing yourself as close as humanly possible to him.

His hands fall from the small of your back to your ass, grabbing handfuls of you.

You kiss up his throat, licking a line up one of his veins.

“On our bed,” you make sure that he knows he can’t have you until you’re in the comfort of your bed.

-

“Wait here,” Mat says, rubbing your arms and leaving you in your ensuite while he disappears into the master bedroom.

You finish off your skincare and body care routine. You feel so giddy, like you can jump and run around. You’re not sure what your husband is doing and it makes you excited. The lust has already started to pool in your core, waiting for Mat to ignite the fire within you.

You can’t wait to get your hands on him and feel his muscles flex underneath your palms. You yearn to hear his moans close to your ear and feel him hard and thick inside of you.

“You can come out now,” his words break you out of your daydream.

You slip your robe on and anxiously open the door. Your jaw drops to the floor and your heart grows three sizes upon seeing candles set up around your room. The comforter and pillows on the bed are fluffed up. Your shared bedroom has never felt so intimate and safe.

“I love you and I’m proud of you for everything. You’re the strongest person I know, and I’m glad you’re my wife as well as the mother of our children,” he whispers in your ear with his arms wrapped around you.

“I love you more,” your response is tearful, but so thankful at the same time.

When Mat lets go, he waits for you to make the first move. He doesn’t want to rush you, or make you feel like things have to progress quickly. He’d be fine with kissing you in bed if that’s all you wanted.

You let your silk robe slink down your body, the intimidating bed right in front of you. With a deep inhale and exhale of air, you settle in the plush of your blankets and pillows. The candlelight breaks through the dim lighting of the room, highlighting the intimacy of the atmosphere.

When you take a glance at your husband, his eyes are already on you, taking in the sight of you like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you. Your breath hitches in your throat and you subconsciously clutch the sheets and tightly close your legs. Mat’s eyes soften at your rigid form, not used to seeing you so timid.

You’re left in silence while you watch your husband drop the towel from around his waist. Finally kneeling on the bed and scooting closer to you, he reaches out to your legs. You unintentionally jump at the touch of his hand, but quickly will yourself to calm down.

It’s Mat, your husband, he’s in love with you and will always take care of you.

He gently pries your legs apart, eyes on your reaction as he slots himself between your legs. He takes in your naked form, one he’s seen a million times and one he’ll never get tired of. He catches sight of your tattoo on your lower abdomen. “Baby,” sits there proudly, remembering your baby that you never had the opportunity to meet. He traces the black ink, letter for letter. Tears start to form in your eyes, but you don’t let them slip. You know it’s okay to be sad, but you don’t want to dampen the moment.

“Are you doing okay?” Your husband asks. The gentle drag of his fingertips make goosebumps prickle at your skin.

“Yes, baby,” you respond and grab onto his wrist, moving his hand over your heart.

You both stay still for a minute, letting him feel the beat of your heart under his palm while you caress his jaw.

“Tell me if you don’t want to do this,” Mat makes sure you’re completely ready to get intimate again.

This time you have no hesitation.

“I want you.”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips while he spreads your arousal around your waiting core. After telling him that you were ready in the bathtub, things got a little touchy and it was basically your foreplay.

He grabs his length, dragging the tip through your folds in a small tease. He nudges it against your clit, making your body already feel fluttery.

After coating himself in your wetness, he slowly starts to push into you. Your hole clenches down on his angry, leaking head and your body lurches forward.

“Wait, don’t move. I- I need some time to adjust,” you say, halting his movement with a hand on his torso.

“Take however much time you need, baby. I don’t want to hurt you,” he assures you, his hands rubbing at your long legs.

After a long pause, you start to get antsy. The feeling of pleasure lingers in the forefront of your mind and you want nothing but to feel all of him.

“I want you closer,” you demand, your arms going around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

You need the press of his body on yours, feeling his heartbeat thud against yours. It makes all your worries dissipate.

“I need you, Maty. Please make me feel good,” you whimper and it’s all he needs to hear to start his movements.

He pulls out slowly and gently pushes back in, effectively pulling soft moans from your mouth.

His pace only increases a tad bit, but each thrust is deep and punctuated with a passionate roughness that makes your insides all gooey. You hold onto him firmly, your fingers leaving imprints in his skin. Your legs wrap around his waist and the heels of your feet dig into the small of his back, keeping him sheathed inside of you.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. You’re so wet for me,” Mat moans in your ear before burying his face in the crook of your neck.

His lips tenderly peck at your pulse point, but eventually it leads to him sucking your skin into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” you shriek and your body arches off the bed.

His cock hits all the right spots and repeatedly prods into your sweet spot. The veins on his length feel so good gliding along your slick walls. Each time your greedy pussy sucks him back in, you’re met with fire surging through your veins.

It’s been so long since you’ve felt such euphoria.

“More,” you beg, pulling your husband away from your neck so you can look at him.

His forehead is lined with sweat, curls sticking around his face. His eyes shine with pleasure, and saccharine moans fall from his lips.

“More,” you repeat.

His large paws grip your thighs and spread your legs open. His hips rut into you, allowing your orgasm to bubble up. You claw your nails into the skin of his back, barreling down as you take his long strokes. His strong body moves with yours in perfect synchrony because you won’t let him do all the work. No, you rock your hips up to meet him thrust for thrust.

You smash your lips on his, letting him stick his tongue down your throat. Once your pussy starts to clamp down on Mat’s length, he knows you’re close. He pushes your spread legs closer to your chest, so you can take him deeper and so your orgasm can rip through your body.

“Yes! Just like that,” you scream, eyes shut and hands still attached to Mat.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he says hotly.

The knot in your stomach snaps and you throw your head back, mouth falling open in the form of a silent moan. Your body quivers as you release around him. He lets go of your limbs and returns to his softer thrusts, working you through your orgasm.

“I love you,” your husband whispers against your lips before pecking them.

“I love you,” you moan, body still tingling.

The pulsing of your walls signals his own release and soon he’s pumping you full. Usually Mat’s hips will move crazily as he works through his orgasm, but this time his movements are slow and sensual. He kisses your cheek, mumbling incoherently into your skin.

“You’re so perfect,” Mat whispers, leaning on his forearms so he can stare at you.

You’re doused in a post-coital glow and you’re sporting the most perfect smile.

Mat traces the slope of your nose and the cupid’s bow of your lips.

“You’re my everything,” you say back, giggling when he nudges his nose against yours.

“You know, I still can’t believe you’re my wife,” he hums and lays his forehead on yours.

Your eyelashes flutter against each other as you both meld together. You’ve missed everything that’s involved with being intimate with the love of your life.

“You’re so lucky,” you joke and poke at his ribs, making him drop his body on top of yours. You let out a dramatic grunt, but you welcome his weight.

Silence fills the room as you massage your husband’s scalp and softly glide your hands up and down his back. You actually thought he fell asleep until you heard his sniffles.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You ask, voice full of concern.

Softly you nudge him off of you, so you can face him. There’s nothing clearer than having a conversation and seeing their expressions.

“I don’t know how to move past this. I keep thinking about the baby you could be pregnant with right now. I’d be able to feel them kick and we’d be able to hear their heartbeat. Instead we never got to know them,” Mat sobs and you pull him into your chest.

You kiss the top of his head and try to wrap yourself around him, hoping to help him calm down.

You know Mat has been hurting, you just didn’t know it was this bad. A big chunk of you feels terrible for not being able to be there for him the way he was there for you.

“It’s hard and it sucks. There’s not much that we can do, but try to enjoy the babies we do have. It’s okay to be sad and cry. I’m sorry that I haven’t picked up on your true feelings. You can talk to me. I don’t care what state I’m in, you can talk to me. We’re a team and we’ll have to work through it together,” you try your best to comfort him.

You know words don’t offer much, because it’s difficult to process losing something you’ve never known you had. You do hope that your love can help him the way his love has done wonders for you.

“I mean I’m fine most of the time. Then I start to think about what they’d look like and it just ruins me,” he continues.

“I think about it, too. We’re going to be okay, though. It’ll take some time, but we’ll heal. We’ve already come a long way since it happened. I love you so much, Mathew. I’m so sorry that this is happening to us,” you mutter through the lump in your throat and the tears falling from your eyes.

“I love you.” He kisses your lips desperately as if you’re his only source of air. As of right now, you’re each other’s guiding light. The miscarriage has been one of the hardest things you’ve had to experience, but it brought you and Mat closer together in ways you would’ve never expected.

a/n: This took me so long, but I hope you enjoy it. I loved writing it🫶

[ppushable]

two ibuprofen

jean kirschtein x gn!reader / oneshot / wc: 7.3k

part 1 of rose tinted hours

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Sunday morning. What's the best way to spend a Sunday morning?

Craned over the plaguefest of the guy I'm dating-not-dating, trying to shove two ibuprofen down his throat?

(It works the second time.)

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ao3 tags:

ok here we go / Alternate Universe - College/University / Sickfic / Sick Character / Fluff / Kissing / Alternate Universe - Modern Setting / Texting / Vomiting / Not at the same time / Winter / gender neutral reader / i dont know how to make tea / mentions of sanrio / mentions of bagged milk / slight angst? i guess? if you squint? / reiner texts like a boomer and im sorry / POV First Person / Present Tense

i live in a special part of canada so excuse the bagged milk. (just kidding bagged is better)

reader is gn! if anything seems off please lmk. (do that if the text names are confusing too!)

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Bzzz.

The darkness and warm comfort of sleep cracks as my eyes peel open to the vibration of my phone. My blurry wall is bathed in orange light and the cold draft coming in from the open window carries the swoons and trills of birdsong. Pretty…

Holy shit I have class I’ll be late—

With effort, I blink until the shapes around me become clean and defined. Am I late? Sunlight on the ruffles of my quilt like a Renaissance painting. Coats and bags hanging from the hooks on the back of my bedroom door. Clothes from the night before, still on the ground from when I dropped them there, dead-tired. My phone buzzes again, causing an internal jolt that spurs me to snatch it off the nightstand and expel the charger in one swift movement.

mr. handsome: emergency alert! 🚨 alert! god-level threat!

mr. handsome: One image attachment

Oh, it’s a message from Connie.

Oh, it’s 8:19 AM.

Oh, it’s a Sunday.

The glowing numbers on the screen indicate the next minute and I toss the phone somewhere on the bed before re-curling myself into my nice warm quilt in this nice cool morning. Sorry, Connie, the grocery run to 7-11 for more sushi will have to be done by someone else. This is probably the happiest I’ll be all day, provided I stay sleepy enough not to feel guilty for doing nothing. The world goes black.

Bzzz.

This time, my eyes peel open on their own.

Fine, Connie, you win.

Trying to ignore the bitter taste of morning in my mouth, I grope for my phone and lift it above my head.

sashacado: BAHAHAH GOOD LUCK WITH THAT ONE BALDY

Another message pops up.

mr. handsome (replying to @/sashacado): 🖕

mikachu: you need to get out of there, connie. like rn.

lainah: Run while you still can! LOL! 🤣

Although the last text pains me on a metaphysical scale, I open up the groupchat. It’s getting fishy now: first of all, Connie’s never up this early, least of all on a weekend; secondly, he said ‘god level threat’ (which is apparently the worst level of threat), and third, Mikasa rarely speaks in the groupchat. Sure, she lurks, but she only ever emerges when something big is happening.

Some more people are active now and I have to scroll up to find Connie’s image.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Blurry and off-centre as the picture might be, it clearly depicts the ugliest green-and-white striped couch I ever laid my eyes on (“It’s an antique!” Connie had argued) that belongs to Connie and Jean’s shared dorm in which the latter of the two is curled up in (yet he still scrapes the armrests with the top of his head and toes). Littering the stained carpet around him — they prefer eating on the couch than on an actual table, so spills are inevitable — are wads of crumpled-up tissues. To really top it off is the Cars blanket that Jean won at a festival that’s seemingly in the process of being violently torn from his form, clinging to the armrest closest to the camera and pulling beyond. A message banner pops down from the top of the screen.

jean: i’m fine. and give me my fucking blanket back. i can hear you giggling from your bedroom. connie.

grammar police: connie give his blanket back

lainah: Haha!

grammar police: i swear things like this only happen when I’m gone

Right, Marco usually goes home for the weekends.

ymi: Lmfao that thing prolly gave you a disease in the first place

ymi: Have u even washed it once

mr. handsome: cut the ccrap Ymir we wash it more than you wash ur hair

sashacado: LMAOOO

ymi: At least I have hair

sashacado: AGAHAHH CONNIE

grammar police: you guys

grammar police: missing the point here

mr. handsome (replying to @/ymi): and its sad cuz mine is still better than youres

mr. handsome: like girl tf is up with the shaved sides

mr handsome: jojo siwa looking ass

sashacado: LMAOOOOO CONNIE EAT HER UP

Smiling, I return to the main chat screen.

ymi: Count your fucking days springer

ymi: At least I still have a girl

grammar police (replying to @/mr. handsome): ^yours

mr. handsome: ok nerd

grammar police: I’m taking away your Netflix

mr. handsome: I sincerely apoligize for my words.

grammar police: it’s the effort I guess

grammar police: back to Jean though

jean: i told u im prrfectly fine. just give ne back my blanket i’ll sleep it off

grammar police: do I need to come back to campus for the weekend?

mikachu: im stopping by the store. can grab some medicine

jean: ffs IM FINE GIVE ME MY BLANKET CONNIE OR IM TELLING THEM ABOUT THE GRATER THING

grammar police: Jean you need some medicine at least. I heard there’s a nasty flu going around and you’d be the type of person to catch it

grammar police: did you call your mom? I can call her if you want

jean: IM

jean: FINE

jean (replying to @/grammar police): DO NOT DO THAT

Poor Jean. He doesn’t have anyone to take care of him. Connie’s a mild germaphobe, believe it or not, at least when it comes to sickness (he nearly went crazy during Covid) and is probably keeping a safe distance from his roommate. And it’s not like any of his other friends are willing (or able) to help out, with Marco out of town. He doesn’t have any siblings here; the closest relative he has might be his mother all the way back in Trost. Not even a significant other.

Well. I mean.

There’s me.

But we’re technically not dating. Not yet. We’re still trying to figure things out — hell, I don’t even know if he likes me back.

Well, okay, there was that time we kissed. But it’s just a kiss. And it was an end-of the year party, and everyone was feeling it. And it’s January now and we haven’t done it again so it’s nothing. It’s nothing!

But that doesn’t stop the guilt from gnawing at my foundations like a tiny, evil beaver.

Wow. So you’re willing to let a guy suffer just because you’re unsure? Now that’s selfish. While you’re sitting here muttering to yourself he’s probably burning with fever and wishing he were dead. Real classy.

Shut the fuck up, beaver. It’s weird to just barge into someone’s house like that. And we don’t know each other that well.

You’ve known each other for a long time. He’s sick. At least take care of him. You don’t need to be his lover or whatever. Just be a good friend, huh?

I guess…

And you know Connie, too, don’t you? You’ll be doing him a big favour by getting this plaguefest out of his living room. He needs to finish off Breaking Bad so he can look at the memes without being spoiled. You’re not helping dear old Connie out, either.

Fuck, you do have a point.

Besides, everyone knows what happened between you and Jean at the Christmas party. They’re probably waiting on you to—

With great effort I manage to unfocus my eyes to see if anyone mentioned me but Connie and Jean have devolved into another stupid somewhat one-sided argument. So they aren’t saying anything outright. But they’re probably thinking it.

They’re definitely thinking it.

Okay, that’s enough from you.

I swipe off the groupchat to see all of my chats and open up my DM with Jean — right near the top — and start typing.

me: hey. sorry if this is weird, but i wanted to check on you bc ur really sick apparently

No, that won’t do. I purge the message.

me: hey fuckass. did you go out without a coat again? do i need to come and take care of

No, not that, either. Hopefully he isn’t looking at our messages or else he’d see me typing like an idiot. I tap the side of my phone as I think, stringing together ideas and words and different ways he could perceive me based on how I put them together.

I go back to the main groupchat.

me: @/jean @/mr. handsome im coming over. be there in 15

me: also @/mikachu could you pick up some lozenges and cough syrup? ty i’ll pay u back <3

I zone out at the screen until someone starts typing and throw the phone down on the bed again before scanning the ground for something wearable. Goodbye, sweet air and Renaissance scene and birdsong. After assembling myself and brushing my teeth, I check the mirror attached to the back of the shared bathroom door that Sasha decorated with some Sanrio stickers from Amazon. She had a phase.

Matching socks, jeans, campus sweatshirt, T-shirt underneath big enough to splay out underneath like a fan. Hair a mess. Face a mess. Good enough. It’s not like Jean will look much better. It’s not like I care that much about how I look around him.

I pull the door aside and collect my belongings — phone, bag, coat — before whisking through the door, full sail for Connie’s res building. I hit the stairwell running.

Do I know how to take care of sick people? I mean, more or less. It’ll be fine. All you have to do is feed them and make sure they don’t puke all over themselves. Right?

On the way I stop by one of the cafeteria atriums, one of the smaller ones I frequent for its souped-up coffee counter with every additive known to man. I scan the containers on the counter — milk, cream, nutmeg — until I find the packets of honey and shove one into my bag while trying not to look guilty to the few people that dot the room. I more than paid for it just by attending.

Now on the main floor by the parking lot, I struggle to untangle my keys from the mess in my bag and, without looking, push the unlock for my car. It beeps faithfully in the same place I left it and I hurry to the sound like a moth to flame.

It’s a smallish car that’s starting to rust near the top. I open the drivers’ door and toss my bag in the passenger seat before throwing myself in and shutting the door, shutting out the world, disturbing the rubber Kuromi keychain hanging from the rearview mirror. My breath comes out steamy. The car comes to life on the third try — best to let it warm up a bit before I go.

Inhale, exhale. I open up the groupchat.

jean: you will do no such thing

jean: @/me

mr. handsome: so THATS what it takes for u to finally visit

mr. handsome: ive been keeping it nice and clean just for u 😙

mr. handsome: until mr covid came and ruined it

mikachu (replying to @/me): dw about it babes xx

sashacado: mika get me chocolate

mikachu: maybe. driving

Mikasa and I, weirdly enough, were the first to get our full licenses. A smile pulls at my face and I duck down to look at my lap. Jean had nearly begged us to give him driving lessons, and of course, I agreed. Days of close calls, driving under the speed limit, getting honked at, constantly checking the mirrors, nearly rear-ending people at stop signs, elbows touching on the armrest…

Of course, now Jean can drive without a hitch. Maybe not good enough yet that I’d sleep while he does it, but that’s a personal thing.

I almost put my phone down before noticing I have a few more private messages.

jean: seriously you dont have to come. im fine

jean: its acc not a big deal

jean: i had colds like this before. im not ur responsibility

Something about that last line stings. I guess he’s right, technically. We’re not that close. Who am I kidding?

But I already announced to the world what I’m going to do. And I already decided on it.

me: im coming whether you like it or not. watch connie for me

When I can’t see my breath anymore I start driving.

Stohess is a big campus. And while I’m not a huge fan of carbon emissions, I’m also not a fan of 20-minute walks in blistering, dry cold (or wet cold, for that matter). Also, I don’t want to keep Jean waiting. The eco society is going to kill me.

I pull in to the all-too-familiar parking spot, the one Jean pulled into a hundred times in preparation for his driving test in his new, expensive car his parents bought him because “he was doing so good with his driving!”

He’d thanked me profusely for helping him out, which, in hindsight, was mildly out of character for a broody, arrogant guy like him.

But then again, so was kissing me at that party. Not so much the kissing part. Just the me part. And the gentle-tight way he held me, the way he looked into my eyes…

I suck in a sharp breath. But I’m doing this as a friend. Not because of whatever we might be. If Connie was the one who got sick, I’d be here, too.

Steeling my nerves, I take my bag with an iron grip and make for the dorm.

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The door is already open when I arrive, propped open by a deflated volleyball. Weird. Some music that sounds like it was taken straight from Fast and Furious plays from inside. Knowing Connie, it probably is.

Nothing stirs when I open the door, but it is a pretty quiet door. The living room is right in front of me, ugly antique couch and all, but it’s completely empty. I didn’t walk into the wrong room, did I?

“Connie? Jean?” I slip off my shoes — Connie is insistent (I think shoes in the house is a crime anyway) — and creep through the dorm. “You guys?“

My voice rings through. Nothing. Peals of dread condense in my stomach and I pick up the pace, nearly barreling to a stop in front of the bathroom. I knock; first on the bathroom, then Jean’s bedroom. Connie left his door open.

“Jean? You in there?”

No response.

“I’m gonna— I’m opening the door, okay?”

And without time to think about what might be on the other side, I twist the knob and push.

Nothing. I even look behind the shower curtains.

Who even closes an empty bathroom?

Next is Jean’s room, but it’s also empty.

Where the hell are they?

I check my phone again and text the group chat.

me: @/mr. handsome @/jean where are you guys?

Waiting…

lainah: Gym

.

What.

me: are you sure.

lainah: One image attachment

Sure enough.

I should have noticed when his parking spot was empty.

me: dont let them leave. omw now

Sasha starts typing something but I throw my phone in the bag. I should have known they’d pull some bullshit like this. Well, not they. He. Something blistering and boiling threatens to spill over within me, but I take a deep breath. I’ll deal with him when I get there.

Jean’s a smart man, but not when he’s being stubborn.

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The car ride, despite being short, gave me a chance to cool my nerves.

It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine. I grip the steering wheel in front of the gym. It’s fine. And step out.

Anytime Fitness is a strange and marvellous place full of people you might not see anywhere else. I don’t care about them. I scan the machines and see Reiner on the treadmill, and he meets my eyes a moment after. He nods in a different direction and I follow his gaze until I see the unmistakable bronze and shaved hair combination. I mouth a thank you and he smiles.

I must look completely out of place here, weaving between sweaty and half-naked bodies in my coat and jeans like I have a demon on my tail until I’m standing behind the chest press.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Connie’s saying and by the way Jean grunts it’s definitely not the first time.

“Let it go. I’m fine, and I’m going to the gym like I always do.” Jean’s voice is thick and nasal. “Buzz off.”

“Look, I already left the house with you. I can’t let you die here.”

“I said I’m fine—”

At the end of Jean’s rep, I slip the pin out of the weights. Jean nearly lunges over as the heaviness suddenly decreases.

Both look at me.

Connie looks normal. Jean is already slick with sweat, hair askew, red-nosed, with a slight wheeze lining his breath as he sits on the edge of the seat. Not normal. Not fine.

“Jean. My car. Now.” I point at Connie. “You take his back.”

A slight smile cracks his visage and that’s all I see before whipping around like an army man and making my way out.

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There’s a lot of things I could be saying, but I don’t, because there’s too much. So we drive home in silence.

Now that we’re closer, I can really hear the struggle with Jean’s every breath, the occasional cough, the mucous-laced sniffs, as much as he might try to hide it. He just sits there, going on his phone, staring out the window, until:

“Pull over.”

And his eyes are closed, head tilted up, pained look on his sweat drenched-face. I move to the side of the door without question and he scrabbles for the handle — I unlock it for him — before opening the door and half-falling over as he pukes.

I pinch my lip between my teeth and look the other way as the smell hits right after. Fine my ass.

Ever since I was young, the sound of heaving has always unsettled me. Even fake gags. Like it flips a switch in my heart to induce a sudden thrill of terror as if someone horror-movie screamed. And yeah, it’s just throwing up, but I hate it.

My heart races as he unloads again and I just want to plug my ears. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t sit here.

When the coast is clear I hop out and walk around the back. Jean is squatting on the pavement right before it hits the grass where his vomit lays, poking up through the stiff shoots. Though we’re outside, the smell is even worse. I try not to look at it as I hand Jean a bottle of water and set a stack of napkins I filched from Wendy’s on the passenger seat beside him.

“Thank—” he manages to croak out before pitching over again.

He’s been growing out his hair. I guess I didn’t notice it before, but now it’s long enough to get in his face in this position.

I gather the strands in my hands — soft as that day before the turn of the year — and hold them on the crown of his head as he retches.

When he’s done, I consider rolling down the windows, but decide against it.

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Jean hardly notices when I pull in (again). Weirdly enough, his car still isn’t here — either Connie drives like a grandpa or he’s gone off somewhere.

“Jean.”

He inhales through his mouth, sucking up the new, pukey scent of my car, and opens his door with half-lidded eyes, leaning hard. It bumps against the campus van I’m parked beside and I cringe. Parked too close. He’s in no state to stand up on his own, let alone walk.

“Let me help you.”

He grunts in something like disagreement and I shut my door on him, going around the back again. Soiled napkins are shoved into the door storage and the water bottle is half-empty and crushed on the floor. Well. I offer a hand and after some hesitation he takes it, clasping my shoulder, and when I help him stand the added weight nearly crushes me. Jean is big, maybe not muscular like Reiner, but tall. Even through my coat and his too-thin sweater he radiates heat and he grunts a sickly air into my ear as he finds his footing. There’s barely enough room for the both of us between the car and the van so I shuffle us sideways, around the other side of the car and to the front. I gently lower Jean so he leans against the hood.

“Wait here.”

He doesn’t object as I shut the passenger door and lock the car before going back and offering my shoulder once again and I nearly fall over once again and we huddle together into the building. He’s never this quiet. Never so agreeable. Never so willing to take the help that’s offered to him.

This is a side of Jean I’ve never seen before. A side that I surely was never meant to see.

I swallow thickly and shuffle our bodies forward so I can push the button for the elevator. His head bumps against mine as it droops but he quickly straightens. “Sorry. Sorry.” His voice is gravelly and small, so small, as if it came from another person entirely.

I stare at the side of his face, but he’s focussed on something far away. “You’re okay, Jean.”

The elevator dings open and we go in. Seventh floor button. The door rolls shut.

Beep. Our knees buckle as the elevator accelerates and the screen above the button panel indicates that it’s going up. It usually smells of antiseptic unless it’s been raining.

Beep. The elevator’s always been slow which is why most people take the stairs instead. Connie calls it the ‘hellevator’ because he swears it almost dropped him once.

Beep. Jean’s trying to steady himself; hold himself up.

Beep. We haven’t been this close together since the party.

Beep. Jean takes an unusually large, wheezy breath and holds it. “Sorry.” His voice is hardly a rumble against my side.

“Why are you sorry?” I ask, quietly.

Beep. “For making you do this.”

Beep. The door retracts and muffled hip-hop fills the air. We walk off the hellevator and stand in front of the dorm. 704. An opaque plastic bag hangs off the handle and I take it in the same hand I hold my bag — thanks, Mikasa.

“You have your key?”

Jean grumbles and taps his pockets, pulling out a key ring. A rubber charm — Badtz-Maru, the little angry penguin — hangs from the ring. Sasha gave all of us one in her Sanrio phase. Keroppi for Connie, Charmy for Mikasa, Pompompurin for Marco, Cinamaroll for Eren, Kuromi for me. I (was forced to) help her choose.

The key retracts and Jean uses his free arm to turn the handle and shoulder the door open. He clears — tries to clear — the phlegm in his throat. “Alexa,” he gurgles. “Alexa, stop.”

The music immediately ceases and we stumble to the couch where Jean unceremoniously drops and tucks his head between the armrest and cushioned back, looking utterly uncomfortable.

“Get up, Jean.”

He sniffs.

“Come on. Bed.” I drop my bags on the coffee table. “Not couch.”

“No.”

“Connie will throw a fit. And so will I.”

“Just—” he tries clearing his throat again— “go.”

“I’m not leaving until you get better.” I blink. No, I’m not leaving him here alone. Why does that surprise me?

“I’m fine. I told you. Done it before. I’ll get better.”

“Done it before?” I giggle falsely. “What, you used to rawdogging colds all by yourself?”

A car passes outside, a familiar rising and falling sound against the unfamiliar silence of the dorm.

“Jean?”

“Go…”

And I swear he’s never sounded so… vulnerable before. Like he’s laid out all his organs on a big table and I’m holding the scalpel. Just waiting for the incision.

A little softer, I tell him, “I’m not going anywhere, Jean.”

And I take the goodie bag and head for the simple kitchen — that is, an inlaid fridge, stove, and pantry cramped behind an island counter with a sink. I hold the electric kettle Reiner got for Jean’s and Connie’s fifth anniversary (he thought they were together at first) under the sink and let it fill to two cups just in case before setting it back and switching it on.

Then I rummage through the drawers and cupboards until I find an old, strangely moist box of tea packets. Yuzu mist or Cheerful Citrus? I opt for the latter.

Tearing open the package, I glance at Jean who still hasn’t moved. The teabag I dump into a printed mug that Jean likes to use.

NUMBER 1 COUGAR

I wonder where he got that.

The kettle clicks off when the water boils and I fill the mug. Oh. Honey would be good. I return to the couch and sift through my bag, shifting my keys in the process. Now Jean stirs.

“Are you leaving?”

“No, Jean.”

I keep rummaging. I know it’s in there. Might be in deep, but—

“Please don’t.”

I pause, emotions — affection? concern? — swirling like particles of tea in water. “Okay, Jean.”

I finish making the tea in silence with an almost-empty bag of milk left in the fridge. How do these boys even survive? All that’s in there are cold cuts and a bag of only bread butts, among some other, strange things. Including a pair of boxers.

“Can you sit up?”

Jean sighs into the cushion and braces against the armrest to push himself into somewhat of a sitting position.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

His eyes cast down. I swallow the silence that suddenly envelops us. Nothing weird. Just a room. I’m just a caretaker. “Come on, Jean.”

“Can— can you help me?”

I fall into the little divot in the couch where Jean sits and let him wrap an arm around my shoulder. “Ready?” I say. “One, two…”

We stumble up and pass through the already-ajar door to Jean’s bedroom and I nearly stop to take a better look. He has blackout curtains, currently drawn, painting the room in a dark blue light except for a thin bar of sunlight from between the curtains that propagates as a glowing line on the carpet. The walls are plastered in posters, sketches, paintings, sketches. Half-finished drawings on his desk and swivel chair and a few on the ground. A small compartment shoved into one corner with every art supply imaginable.

Still taking in the view, I (we) back into the bed, butt-first, and Jean unwraps himself from me.

“You won’t… do anything weird… to me?”

I smile. Conversational, that’s good. “Not unless you want me to.” And I wish I had shut up before the first word even came out of my stupid mouth. Standing, I look over my shoulder. “I’m getting the medicine.”

“Wait. Don’t.”

Under the doorframe now, I pause. “I’m not leaving. I’ll be right back.” And I go to the goodie bag.

I should just work on keeping my mouth shut. Mikasa had picked out some ibuprofen, NyQuil, and lozenges. Pills should be good. I take the mug and the box and head back.

When I get back Jean’s sitting against the headboard, trying to uncrumple his blanket to get underneath.

“Let me help.”

He watches me then, helpless — Jean fucking Kirschtein, helpless! — as I set down the pills and mug on his glass nightstand and unfold the mess he’s got on the mattress. “Pull your legs up.”

He obeys. I pull the quilt over him.

I try not to stare. “You can put your legs down now.”

He obeys.

“Sit up, Jean. You need more pillows.”

Eyes glued to me, he leans forward so I can take his other pillow to prop him up more comfortably, leaning back when I touch his warm shoulder. Then I take the mug and offer it to him. “Drink some of this.”

Painfully quiet, he takes the mug with both hands and takes a tentative sip, lips curling around the brim of the ceramic to slurp up the soothing drink. He’s doing good. Until he hits a bump and starts sputtering.

Immediately I take the drink as he coughs up whatever went down the wrong way. When he’s done I realize I’ve been rubbing circles into his back so I take my hand off.

My phone buzzes in the living room. Shit.

“I’ll be back.”

Jean stares at his knees under the blanket and doesn’t move when I come back.

sashacado: omg yall

sashacado: theyre gonma be killed💯

armong us: What’s going on?

sashacado: @/lainah what did u do

lainah: One video attachment

sashacado: ONG LMFAOOO

sashacado pinned a message

mr. handsome: @/me im headed to urs with sash for a while. hope thats cool w you and all lmk if u need anything

jägermeister: are u fr leaving those two alone

mr. handsome: well good morning to u too pricness

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jägermeister: oh right

sashacado: connor springer delete that message rn @/mr. handsome

sashacado: @/mr. handsome

sashacado: @/mr. handsome

sashacado: @/mr. handsome

mr. handsome: ok ok jfc im sorry

sashacado: @/mr. handsome

sashacado: ok good

Whatever the hell they’re up to now.

Jean thrashes slowly and I feel a little guilty for staring down at my phone the whole time. “Are you okay?” I breathe, sticking to his beside like a magnet. “Are you in pain?”

“Hot,” is all he says.

I peel the blanket off. He is hot. Really hot.

Not like that. He’s feverish.

“Can you… help me?”

“Yeah?” I stare at him — help with what? — until he raises his arms over his head.

Oh. A few circuits in my head switch off. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m can help.” Idiot.

Like touching something radioactive I grasp the edge of his sweater and slowly raise it, catching the shirt underneath for a fleeting second before it falls back down. Deep breath. Yes, I am helping out a guy I’m dating-not-dating who I’m definitely not attracted to to take off his clothes in his bedroom in his empty dorm. Because he’s sick. No problem. Because I’m a good friend.

The neckline catches on his jaw and I unhook it, delicately trailing the scruff on his jaw in the process.

And it’s off and on the ground. Holy shit. Jean’s been sweating. And I know all that dampness on his shirt, clinging feebly to his attractive sick form, didn’t come from his 10 minutes at the gym.

He doesn’t lower his arms. Oh, so we’re doing it like this.

Okay.

I come forward again, within earshot to the rattling in Jean’s chest with his every breath, and quite literally peel the thin white shirt off. This time it’s impossible not to touch his incredibly warm and damp body, not to scrape my nails against the softness of his skin, from his waist to his broad shoulders all the way down his arms. Now he puts them down.

I almost forget he still smells like puke.

“My pants…”

Ohoho. No way, buster. You’re on your own. I’m calling Connie. Nooo way.

“Okay, but unbuckle yourself.”

He does without question, fumbling first with his belt, which I help slide off, and then his jeans.

What in the ever-loving fuck am I doing? This sounds like a smut setup. No. I’m just a friend helping out a sick friend, two friends who have never done anything even slightly romantic together.

“Sit up on the edge, okay?”

He heaves his sweaty self to the edge of the bed, palms leaving wet marks on the sheets, and, staring at the ceiling, I grasp at the hem of his pants (skirting his boxers or whatever he’s wearing because I’m not looking) and pull them (he lifts himself at first to help) all the way down. In one smooth movement I turn back around.

“Put your shirt over your… yourself.”

I wait a good few heartbeats before turning back around and lo and behold, he’s done as told. Frankly, it looks even worse now, like he’s lying in bed completely naked with just a shirt covering him. (But that’s only true if I think it’s true!) The jeans I’m still clutching for some reason I deposit on a chair.

“Jean, I’ll be right back, okay?” I wait for a response I should know isn’t coming before going out again, this time in search for a facecloth. Which I do find, shoved in the corner of the linen cabinet. I should be grateful they even have some, but then again, it might’ve been another gift from Reiner they didn’t have the heart to throw away. I rinse it under some cool water and announce my re-entry.

“I’m back. Sit still.” Folding some of the damp cloth over two fingers, I carefully dab at the sweat on his forehead. No, I need to… I pick off some strands of his sandy hair from his face, holding his hair back against his scalp, and try again. Better. “Jean?”

He opens his eyes halfway, and they raise lazily to meet mine. He’s sweaty everywhere and too late I catch myself stroking his head. I wipe his cheek next.

“Drink some tea, okay? I need you to take a pill.”

“Pillk?”

“Yes,” I say encouragingly, like training a puppy. Neck next. “Just a pill.”

He takes in a deep mouth breath. There’s a portrait stuck to the ground on the other side of his bed.

Is that…

“I can’t.”

My eyes snap back and I pause, dabbing at his collarbone. “What’s that?”

He shakes his head, furrowing his brows as if the action took too much effort. “Can’t… swallow. Can’t swallow pills.”

I blink. “You can’t take pills?”

A fleeting smile meets his lips. “Vitamin gummies. Not. Vitamin pills. Might get stuck in m’throat.”

I fold up the cloth into a rectangle and smooth it out onto his forehead. “Just take some tea with it.”

“Tried. No.”

Who knew? For a guy with such a big mouth, he sure has a small esophagus.

“Jean, it’ll make you feel better.”

“No.”

I pop open the box and break open the tinfoil seal to take out a single pill.

“Noo…”

“Jean, you’ll be fine. You’re a big boy now.” And I vow never to speak again.

When I push the little oval against his mouth, I find it won’t open. Jean is breathing laboriously through his 90 percent clogged nostrils.

“Open up.”

He purses his lips, further preventing entry, and I swear he’s smiling a little.

“Very funny. Take your pill. You’re gonna suffocate yourself.”

Still nothing. I pinch his nose. He makes a muffled noise but otherwise doesn’t react.

Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. At thirty-three I let go. “Are you really willing to kill yourself over a pill?”

“Don’t want. Don’t need.”

“Yeah, and I ‘don’t need’ you choking over your own puke in your sleep.”

“No…”

“Jean.” I feel terrible already for doing it like this. “Try. If you don’t at least try, I’ll leave.”

I bite my lip, awaiting his response. I really shouldn’t have said that. I’m such an asshole. Fuck.

“Okay.”

Deep breath. I push the pill against his bottom lip and the soft tissue yields against my fingers for a moment before he opens. The mug is to his lips not a moment after; he gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing, and the tea in his mouth suddenly explodes out and sprays warmly all over my face.

All. Over.

I peel my eyes open after impact. Jean looks more awake than he did before, and with a discernible expression, too: terror.

Okay. Good!

Slowly, he reaches for the sweat-soaked cloth on his head and offers it to me. I shake my head.

“Be right back.”

Bathroom. Cold water. Cold water against my face. There’s two razors on the sink and the edges of the white surface have some hairs on them. Face hairs, I’m sure. I pray.

If whatever Jean has is contagious, I sure as hell have it now.

I turn the tap off and swipe the water from my face. Great. Okay. I bunch up my now-wet sweater. I can do this.

I re-enter the bedroom. Jean sits up a little straighter now, sipping in small increments. “Sorry.”

I put my sweater on the chair. “It’s okay.”

“I— really—”

“Jean, it’s okay.”

“I’m fine. I’ll get better.” Which is about the most complete sentence he’s said in a while.

“I told you I’m not going anywhere, didn’t I?”

He doesn’t say anything. Almost unconsciously, I gravitate to his bed.

“You already did too much for me.”

“Nonsense.”

“Why do… you do this?”

Now that gets me thinking. Because you’re sick. Because I’m a good friend. Because you’re my guinea pig for Hospitality 101. Maybe all three.

My eyes trace back to the scribbled portrait on the other side of Jean’s bed and I take the cloth from his forehead.

Thousands upon thousands of excuses, and a singular truth.

“Because I like you.”

And I take my time going back to the bathroom.

Cold water. Cold water against my hands.

“Coming in.”

“It wasn’t nothing.” Jean clears his throat, almost inaudible against my beating heart. “Back at the party. Wasn’t… nothing.”

“Wasn’t all that much, either,” I say dryly. Hopefully he doesn’t notice how shaky my hands are. How shaky against his pallid skin.

Jean inhales and I can see the movement through his chest. “No. Wasn’t a lot.” He tilts his head up at a minuscule angle to scan my face, and maybe it’s the perspective, or the weird lighting, but I could swear he’s never looked at me like this before.

Except for that time.

“So I’d…” he swallows. “Like— like to have more.”

For a few seconds, it’s silent. For a few seconds, all that there is are his dim eyes and mine. For a few seconds, we fall into each other and tread water, sinking, fading…

I break our gaze and tremblingly pluck a tissue from a box on the ground; hold it to his nose. “Blow.”

He takes a shaky breath and obeys.

Fold. “Again.”

He shuts his eyes and blows.

“Again.”

He blows until his air gives out. I drop the spent tissue.

“Again?”

He shakes his head.

“Let’s try the pill.”

He nods and stares as I open the foil for a second time and pop the new one in my mouth.

He watches, confused, until a wave of realization seems to hit him.

He stays statue-still as I lean in, put a hand on the headboard on either side of his head.

His heat, like a barrier, raises the hairs on my skin. He cups my jaw. I cradle the side of his neck, and his pulse beats at a million miles a minute. The pill begins to dissolve.

Our mouths barely touch, and I make the final connection.

Jean is tall. Jean is arrogant. Jean will laugh at you when you fall.

But Jean has the softest lips, the sweetest mouth (even when he puked out a buffet no more than half an hour ago). Jean will melt like soft butter under your touch. Jean will accept your tongue, no questions asked, and retaliate with twice the vengeance.

Like I’ve been dreaming of since that brief moment at the party, I let my hand run insouciant through his hair. No eyes watching. No social boundary.

He gasps softly for air and I do the same, pulling his scalp so he tilts to meet me better with a small grunt. God, I fucking love his hair.

Now both of his iron-hot hands are on me, hooking under my shirt, running up and down, claiming every square inch, and I let mine fall from his neck down to his slick chest down to his stomach down to his abs. Other still planted firmly in his hair, pulling, twirling, pulling, and when I tug again Jean squeezes so hard, doubling down, suddenly hungry, suddenly a starving man. Wrapping his arms around my back and pulling me closer, I oblige, hooking a leg onto his bed, between his knees, and my thigh brushes against his still-damp T-shirt, and he groans softly into my mouth—

and swallows with an ulp!

and it’s over.

I stroke his throat as the pill goes down and he stares hollowly at me until it’s gone. I recline and smile.

“Is that enough for you?”

Unblinking, he pulls me down again.

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Connie kicks the asphalt with his definitely real Gucci slides. “Are you done?”

“Shh!”

He shoots his friend a withering look — that is, as withering of a look that he can muster.

“This is creepy. And I’m cold. Can we at least—”

Sasha puts down her binoculars and shows him what a real killer glare is. He rolls his eyes and scans his phone. Eren’s sent a message to the matchmaker groupchat.

emo king🖤⛓️: are u sure this plan of urs worked out

emo king🖤⛓️: excuse me if this is harsh, but it’s probably the dumbest shit of ur dumbshit ideas

me: yeah try telling Sash that

sharmin ultra soft: Eren’s right. Chances are Jean puked and turned everyone off

intimidating woman: i think there’s a chance

emo king🖤⛓️: are u fr in on this mikasa

sashami: you guys shh the star coming

Sasha shoots him another look before putting her non-stalker scope away in preparation for the star of the day’s arrival.

“Whad’d I do?”

As far as he knows, Connie is doing everything right. He’d told everyone that he was sleeping over at Sasha’s. (Her idea.) And now it’s Monday, and it’s time for the star’s (code name) first class (and also Sasha’s), and now they’re sitting out in the cold like a couple of dumbasses watching the stairwell windows. (Also her idea.) What the heck?

“I’m going in the car,” Connie grumbles. He doesn’t wait for the inevitable retort and climbs in to the drivers’ seat.

The car. The one silver lining to this whole ordeal. He’d eaten, put his feet up in, and used up every last drop of gas on this baby and Jean couldn’t do a damned thing about it.

But the person coming through the door isn’t their star. It’s Jean. Huh?

Connie pops out of the vehicle and joins up with Sasha.

“Oh— you’re here, too?” Jean’s brow furrows deeper. “What’s going on?”

“Well, hello to you, too,” Connie grins. “Looks like you‘re doing a lot better.”

“No thanks to you lot.”

“Where are you going?” Sasha pipes in, and he knows what’s coming next. She’s using her interviewer voice.

“Just… going to class.” Jean smacks Connie’s shoulder. “Keys?”

He produces them with a flourish and a jangle and the taller takes them, unlocking the car.

Beep beep!

Sasha casually tails him, twisting around to block the driver’s side door.

“Sash.”

“Were you a good host?”

“I mean, I was really sick.”

“You have actual, proper food, right? Did you feed your dear caretaker?”

“Uh…” he smirks. “Yeah.”

“Is your room clean?”

“It’s fine!”

“Did you sleep together?”

He rolls his eyes and wedges a hand between his car and the girl. “Okay, get out.”

“Answer my question!” Sasha cries as she stumbles back and Jean hops in. Without another word, the car backs out. Jean turns and comes forward so he’s perpendicular to the parking spot before lowering his window.

“Connie! You owe me 20!” And then he’s gone.

Dumbfounded, the boy looks to Sasha, finding her staring at her phone. “What’s wrong? You on your period?”

“Oh, fuck off. Look.”

star: sorry sash,, not coming to hospitality. i got sick :(

star: jeans staying home for me tho. dont wait up <3

And the mastermind screenshots the fruits of her labour.

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would you look at that. more kissing. *throws tomato* i did 80% of this in one day. no regrets!! (said eren.) (ill shut the fuck up now) i hope you enjoyed! it actually turned out a lot less gross than i originally planned (they were gonna do it with the nyquil ewwwww) but this is fine. right? i never actually kept a pill on my tongue like that for so long so for my sanity's sake let's pretend this is how it all works.

this started out as a oneshot. however,,, i decided to add more parts to it because i'm a sucker. check it out if you like! <3

byebye

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masterlist part 2 - low tide

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Domestic Fluff (2) Masterlist

2009, 2012, 2019, 2022 (ao3) - OliveTheHobbit

Summary: “Most people have like yearly photo books, we have this weird ass videos” - Daniel Howell, some bloopers from phil is not on fire 10.

Some of the memories they gathered along the way got fresh in their minds at the moment they decided to buy a photo album.

In celebration to Dan and Phil’s 10th anniversary.

adapt (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: this is the story of how dan grew to love neon lights

A Day in the Life of Dan and Phil in Quarantine! (ao3) - silentdescant

Summary: Phil posts a Day in the Life video of a typical day in quarantine.

a room full of my safest sounds (ao3) - snsk

Summary: day five: domestic fluff

A Sleepless Night With Phil (ao3) - Not_Dans_Secret_Account

Summary: A jet-lagged Sleepless Night With Phil

baby blue and bubblegum pink (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary: Dan paints his nails. Phil wants to try it.

Basically I’m Gay (ao3) - ChainedKura

Summary: Dan is editing his coming out video when a deep sadness takes over his body. Lucky for him, he counts with a Phil Lester on his side that will do everything in his power to make his partner feel better.

blankets, coffees and afternoon naps (ao3) - zsunsetz

Summary: Blankets, coffee and afternoon naps have become the new normal.

Coming Clean and Kisses on Screen (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Dan and Phil are finally ready to make the news of their marriage and their new family public.

Dan and Phil and DOG (ao3) - nivi_chip

Summary: It’s Phil’s birthday, and Dan gets him a gift that’s long overdue

Dan and Phil Make 'Food Stew' - The Howlter Family Edition (ao3) - gerardopoly

Summary: Dan and Phil feature their son Dil in a special episode of their "baking" series. They both had thought it would be a great way to display their relationship as a family on film, and a way to change their content up a bit. However, the roles are switched around when the couple play the sous chefs, and their son, as the head chef. Come on down and learn to make the perfect 'food stew' on this special episode of cooking with Dan and Phil (+ Dil).

Doing Nothing Often Leads To The Very Best Of Something (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: based on this (x) and a lil imagine i wrote (x) and expanded on so thanks to the lovely anon who originally sent “that pic phil posted of dan for his bday i think where dan is making a funny face and theres a nearly empty wine bottle in the background hhhhh that makes my demon heart drop” and to the lovely anon who asked for more!

Home With A Heartbeat (ao3) - JenCollins,��WordsAblaze

Summary: Uni’s hard, so sometimes Dan ends up missing lunch. This time he goes to Phil, who gives him not only worried looks, a meal, and cooking skills, but also a home.

kitchen hazards (ao3) - manchestereye (orphan_account)

Summary: dan and phil take cooking lessons, only for shit to hit the fan

Magical Healing Properties (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)

Summary: Phil’s sick and wants his mum’s chicken soup

Night In (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: Phil feels bad after a five second fight with his boyfriend. He is extra soft to make up for it.

security! (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan comes home to Phil after tour rehearsals. They cook, kiss and banter. And Dan reflects on the word "security".

the stupid sushi bubble bath fic (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: dip and pip cuddle and eat sushi and take a bubble bath like the nerds they are.

Today Is For Us (ao3) - CaibrynM

Summary: Dan and Phil take a day for themselves in between the tour ending, planning for their premiere in Brazil and the upcoming Christmas Holidays. Lots of Fluff and a little smut.

Worth the Wait (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: It’s pretty hard to stay mad at Phil, even when he’s forgotten date night.

[marvelthottie]

Sunflowers & Roses

HAPPY BELATED VALENTINES DAY ❤️

pairing: Marc Spector x Black Reader

rating: explicit(18+ mdni)

summary: You and Marc have been going on frequent dates for the past 6 months. Valentine’s is coming up and Marc hasn’t mention anything about celebrating and you were too nervous to ask about it. Little did you know.

You wondered if Marc wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day seeing that it lands on a Tuesday. You weren’t officially together, one person never asking another, you didn’t question it letting it be. You were at work, scrolling on your laptop at your desk. You were one of your company’s event coordinator, planning events so the pretentious suits would let loose once in a while. Most of the places you were finding for the company you took note of others you would go with Marc. You sighed, you didn’t get your hopes up despite knowing it’s one of your favorite holidays.You briefly mentioned it last date to which he hummed and continued to eat his pizza.

You were scrolling their your many emails , when you began to hear oous and gasps, throughout the open space office. You looked up from as you felt eyes gazes upon you.

You gasped, it was Marc, approaching with a gorgeous bouquet of sunflower and roses. You got up, wishing you wore with something with more flair. You wore a simple white button top, grey plaid mom jeans, and white boots and beret to match. Marc was all black, signature curls pushed to the back, with his eyes on you and you only.

“Happy Valentine’s Day pretty lady,” He greeted, handing over the flowers you took gratuitously. You took them admiring, as you leaned up and kissed him as a reply back.

“I know you get off soon, I have the evening planned for us, so i’ll take you home to pack a bag and we could go from there .” He said, holding you at your place. You flushed hot, smiling at him, “Okay, thank you Marc, the flowers are truly beautiful.”

He let you go, stepping out of your space, “See you soon.” And with that he was heading out where he came from.

You smiled to yourself, noticing all the people trying not to be obvious with their nosiness. You rolled your eyes, sitting back down at your desk, trying not to count down the next 20 minutes.

True to his word you met Marc in the parking lot, him taking you to your house, quickly packing your essentials and a change of clothes. He drove you throughout the city, pulling into a hotel, you both got out, grabbing your bags letting valet take over. After you’re all checked in, Marc led you through the elevators and hallways, stopping at your room.

“Go ahead, baby”, he handed you the key which you took shyly, suddenly nervous. You looked back at him, “ You’re not a secret killer and these past few months was your elaborate plan to harvest my organs”, you quirked.

“Will you just open the door, I’m trying the romantic,” He laughed, eyes crinkling at the ends.

You put the card in the slotting, opening once the light flashed from red to green. You look at step in, light flooding opening the room as Marc hit the switch. There on the floor rose petals trailing to the bed, red heart balloons littered the ceiling as the curtains was open illuminating the city night sky.

“Marc,” you gushed, “This is amazing,” you walked into bathroom, rose petals in the shape of a heart. You felt him come up behind you, massaging your shoulders, “Let’s relax and then we can do the other stuff I planned.”

It was a wonderful night, both sharing ya hot bath, filled with salts and oils, you washed each other sharing deep kisses. After Marc took you to the side room where there was easels and a takeout bag of from your favorite sushi place. Spent time painting, you a rose garden and him a sloppy looking sunset. Soft touches, kisses tasting like the wine you shared, ending the night wrapped in each other’s embrace.

[quinnslogan]

More Quogan's headcanon post S4 of Zoey 101 (cause all we want is reading about they being so in love 😭😍) sorry for the grammar mistakes, but I am not english.

-During the Summer break they introduced each other to their families. Logan is a nervous wreak, but he enjoyed see Quinn's parents stable relationship. Quinn needed a little time to adjusted to Reese's family dynamic, but she become really closed to toddler Lyric

-The last year at the P.C.A. they lived their relationship out in public. They are very touchy and super soft. They helped each other in Chemestry. Logan is beginning to become more mature and he want become a better student and friend for her. Sushi Rox and Vaccaros dates

-First time was at the end of the year in his room. He paid Chase and Michael to have a free room . He’s prob be more nervous than her. It was so special for both of them

-Graduation is a big party for everybody. He mentioned wedding for the first time. Quinn is in a crying mess for leaving their beanch.

-Quinn goes to Harward of course. Logan goes to Santa Barbara college to study economy. They go the distance during college years: he was flying to her every weekeend and they spend the holiday together

-After college's grad they lived in Malibù in one of the Reese's houses. Logan start to work for his dad, while Quinn become the girl boss we all love.

-They traveled a lot due to Quinn's job. Logan try to joined her. They also have sweet romantic gateaway trips

-Even if they are not at home most of the time, they enjoy curling in bed on Sunday morning, taking baths together and talkung for hours

These are so cute😭 Even though their parents have very limited roles in the movie Quinn’s dad was giving this is my son in law whether I like it or not vibes so Logan definitely had to do some work in the in law department lol!!

For college, tbh I definitely think Logan went to an ivy league or some good school but like not by merit. Logan’s family is rich rich and his dad definitely spoils his kids. I def think that he “donated” Logan’s way into a good school😭 Maybe not the same one Quinn went to but I bet Logan has a name brand degree.

OR my other personal headcanon where Logan does get into a good school bc his dad bought Logan’s way in but Quinn being the good influence on him she is makes him realize he wants to earn what he gets. This then leads to him doing well in undergrad and earning his own way to a nice business school for his MBA.

And ugh yes!!! Give Logan a job thank u 😭 I’m sorry being Quinn’s love is a 10/10 job I want it. But like more seriously…Logan being 30 years old and living off his dad’s money with no kind of job is just sad i’m sorry. I also don’t think Quinn would marry someone that unambitious…

[brettyimages]

year to date little adventure journal, in case you care

jan 28: edinburgh, nadine shah. spent my sunday afternoon shopping for the important things (bed sheets and bath sheets) and the fun things (hair dye, book club novels). had a ramen lunch at the yo sushi on princes st watching sushi plates sail past the scott monument. dinner and drinks with friends then centre barrier at the assembly rooms. my 9th time seeing nadine, 3rd time since she started teasing the new album so 3rd time hearing topless mother, even light and greatest dancer live. she was sensational. always is.

jan 31: glasgow, depeche mode. as soon as i got back from seeing nadine i was on ticketmaster looking for a cheap seat. had to work on the train and in waverley station but worth it. arrived to find myself in the back row of the hydro but i loved it. nadine supporting was stunning, first time i've seen her from the back of a room and her voice filled the place. depeche was amazing too, a couple of hours of songs i adore including strangelove, behind the wheel, somebody, in your room, just can't get enough, policy of truth, black celebration, etc etc etc. i got up when they started walking in my shoes and danced through the entire show from that point on, safe in the knowledge that there was nobody behind me as i flailed around. it's given me the last-minute trip bug.

feb 9: glasgow, the 1975. a long trip with many connections to get to my airport hotel and then back out to the hydro. early entry door was so slow that i got in as the normal doors opened, damp from the rain, but i got a good spot down the front. didn't know the japanese house were making upbeat tunes now so their set was a surprise. still... at their very best was much like the show last year but loved it, especially the surprise of bagsy not in net. i swear matty made eye contact with me a few times; he's so good at that. staging was beautiful, as always. mad rush to get back to town for the airport bus.

feb 10: london, suedemas. a couple of months late this year because of tour in december. early flight to luton and a morning in maida vale, an afternoon in highgate wandering aimlessly in waterlow park and hanging out in the boogaloo. italian food and gossip and gifts at paddington, drinks then trekking across to hackney for an indie club that played 6 AM songs in the hour we were there. heartwarming to spend the day in the company of dear friends.

feb 22: leeds, nadine shah. filthy underneath on repeat on the train down. a little shopping time before dinner but the second hand record store prices appalled me. over at the brudenell there was no queue for the show so i hung in the lobby as nadine soundchecked her new songs. front and centre in the main room, 6 songs: the three she'd been playing at all her pre-album shows, plus keeping score, hyperrealism and french exit. stunning, again. she spotted me wearing her merch and gave me a big grin and wave. i love her.

feb 23: birmingham, the blackout. a huge french toast brunch at moose coffee, a train to brum, a wander round the bullring. ready for a weekend of big nostalgia seeing the band who defined my student years and first flush of independence; found myself singing along to the songs and doing all the little actions as if it had been weeks and not years since the last time. ended up on the barrier for the last couple of songs and snoz immediately pointed a drumstick at me with a grin. saw some old friends, waited a long time in the freezing cold to get a chat with each of the 6. lots of big hugs, catch ups, a "fucking love you!" greeting from Gavin. so special.

feb 24: london, the blackout. trains to kentish town, bumping into matthew on the way to the flat. an afternoon with my besties, tokyo diner bento, hot chocolates, the Cute exhibition. we hung out in the hello kitty disco and pretended to have a sleepover in the hannah diamond installation. seeing an old band with a new band friend - same set, different side of the stage. waited out in the cold to chat again, more big hugs and catch-ups including a long conversation with sean. so much easier to chat as adults when i pretend we're old friends and not a girl with the singer from the band she has a huge crush on. a perfect weekend.

mar 9: galashiels, swim school. a local gig, a band i barely know but have high hopes for. the kind of show where i can have a normal day and then hop on the bus in the evening; macarts, a place that feels like home now. swim school and her picture both great bands, the kind of gig where i didn't know a single song but wasn't wondering how many songs they had left.

coming up: sprints. a week of adventures with a brett anderson cameo or two. nadine again. olivia rodrigo. for one night only, the ninth wave. finally, eventually, being in front of suede again.

[lotzzoforangezoutside]

135 X-Files fanfic, w/ summaries

I...missed Summer 2022 masterlist somehow. Oops.

OG series

Season 1

Jeer: Mulder visiting the Boys.

Unicorn Sightings Scully visits Mulder's apartment for the first time.

The Warranty: Scully gets a watch.

My Little Friend: Mulder buys a watch.

Like Birds on High: Post "Beyond the Sea", Mulder recovering in the hospital.

The Jinx: Mulder and Scully traps in a high school gym.

Season 2

The Jar A social visit at the Gunmen.

Clays: Set during "Red Museum", Mulder and Scully eats BBQ.

The Sushi Dinner: Mulder and Scully go out for sushi.

The Piece of Information: Skinner and Mulder talk about his partners.

Too Early to Tell: Mulder visits Scully at her mother’s, set after Scully’s abduction.

Season 3

Set!: Conversation and a card game.

Loud: living habits, sharing hotel rooms.

What to Do with April Showers: A little fun to be had at the office.

A Waste of a Nose: Mulder's finds his favorite perfume.

Cabana Bar: Scully has a date this weekend.

Modeling: Mulder draws Scully a bath.

Season 4

A Freaky Fairy Tale: Post "Small Potatoes," door’s kicked, eddies’ booked, what’s next?

Lunch A: Never in a million years did she ever think she would be having lunch, at a cafeteria, in a middle school, with Fox Mulder sitting right across from her and drinking chocolate milk.

Unspoken: Set during "Home".

Surefire Tell-Tale Signs: Hotel room etiquette

Superstitious: A Friday the 13th story.

The Prince in the Blue Plastic Chair: Set during cancer arc, Mulder and the waiting room.

TCB: Post Never Again, Sequel to The Game.

Season 5

Lucky: Mulder has a chat with Frohike.

Things We Don’t Talk About: post bad-blood, Mulder talks to Scully about the case.

Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off: At first, he dreads seeing unfamiliar phone numbers, set during cancer arc.

I Count the Moments, Darling: Post "Kill Switch".

Pioneer Club: Mulder gets a piece of mail and Scully is intrigued.

The Love Song of Prime: Mulder sees Scully kissing another man.

Post Fight the Future

Fireworks: Fourth of July, 1998.

A Prayer: Set during the movie, the Gunmen breaking Byers out.

Season 6

Three Inches: Make a big difference.

Bedside Manners: Dr. Scully and her bedside manners.

Aquadina: Post "Agua Mala." Mulder recovers.

Fooling: just fluff.

The Best-Laid Plans: Mulder's best plans.

Counting: A celebration. Happy one-year.

Juvenile: Being young again.

Apart: Scully gets picked up at the airport after a mini vacation.

After the Dream It was all a dream, or was it not?

Bachelor Pad: Fox Mulder and his bachelor pad.

Sweet Revenge: Mulder's getting his revenge.

Siren and the Sailor: Mulder calls his friends to express some gratitude.

True Lies: Doodling in the meeting.

Cafeteria: Pre "the Unnatural", Scully getting her ice cream.

First Summer: Lovers in summer time.

Summer School: Another seminar for Mulder and Scully.

Strings: Another afternoon in the bullpen.

Scully’s Arched Eyebrow: Mulder has a little misunderstanding about trees.

The Cross: The items to turn one on.

The Investment: Mulder visits the FBI accountants.

The Sasquatch’s Club Rob and Laura goes shopping.

Five Boxes: Mulder helps Scully get rid of some boxes.

The Crush: Mulder calls Scully while they’re a continent apart.

Season 7

Bloody Tuesday: Post "All Things," The morning after.

Caddyshack: Post Je Souhaite. Popcorn and a movie date.

The Last Moments of October: Halloween, 1999.

Kitten: post "Je Souhaite", Mulder and Scully talk about his wish.

Morning Person: He thinks everything about her is adorable, and that’s not because he’s in love with her.

Minty Fresh: A good thing after waking up.

Calling Baby Sisters: Scully gets a phone call.

Seven Seven Forty-Nine: Mulder has a dream.

Season 8

Hard-boiled Eggs "He’d punched people for far less."

Losing Grey Matter: Nighttime, in the household with a newborn.

How the Stars Stole the Night Away: Mulder comes home, but is it really him?

Jupiter: Mulder sings a lullaby.

Season 9

Mother’s Advice Mulder following his mother’s advice.

The Motel Guide for the Wanderlust: Mulder writes a book.

Season 9+

All the Moms in the World (are the Same): Mom and Mulder.

Delta Glen: the ultimate road trip of seeing America.

Simple Maintenance: Visiting mom.

Homes Away: Life on the run. For fun.

Infinity: Healing is being understood.

Mulch: Mulder digs a garden.

Home Improvement: Making improvements on the remarkable house.

The Project: Mulder learns to bake.

Gossip Folks: Working with the enigmatic Dr. Dana Scully...

The Big Four Zero: Scully turns 40.

Nighttime Intermissions: Scully hears a sound and Mulder investigates.

Shells: Life on the run. A road trip without a destination.

Slipper Hero: In the unremarkable house, Mulder waits for Scully to come home.

Just in Case: December 21, 2012. The end of the world is coming.

Revival Period

The Records: A busy day at the records office.

Wizard: The woes of being a superhero.

Unspecific Time:

3x-13: Three stories about comforts.

Sympathy: Mulder and Scully visits a museum.

Lounging: Summer solstice is the longest day of the year.

Lass: School fun.

Packing: Scully learns how to pack.

Designated: It’s not like they’ve never drank together.

Smitten: It's hard not to be smitten with Dana Scully.

The Riddle: Mulder tries to guess Scully’s screen name.

Preparedness is the Mother of Luck: Staying over at Mulder's.

Eureka Springs: one bed.

Reruns: Mulder spends some time in his apartment after an injury; Scully visits.

Puppy Love: Mulder muses about Scully's hand.

Born-Again: The first time story.

Regulars: Mulder and Scully make a bet.

Funraiser: Putting the fun in church function.

Fools in the Summertime: Mulder is under the weather.

The Lavender Soap: Mulder walks down memory lane.

Ask and You Shall Receive: How Mulder got his partner.

Sensible: Mulder and Scully’s shoes.

Emily AU:

Bossy: Emily is a bossy little girl.

A Practice: Emily studies for a vocab quiz.

Mutt: Emily draws a picture.

Extra, Extra, Extra: Emily gets a toy.

Compliments: Aunt Tara visits.

Bedtime: The bedtime routine.

The Swing: Emily gets a swing.

Ultrasound: Scully gets a prenatal check-up.

Open House: Going to an open house.

Emily and the Giant Pumpkin: Uncle Charlie sends his love.

Cricket Universe:

Frog: William and Mulder talks about girls.

The Sea Monsters of the Atlantic Ocean: The Scully-Mulder's take a trip to the beach.

The Carousel Slide Projector: Family game time.

The Love Interview : Cricket interviews daddy about the love of his life.

Granpes: An old fool meets a smart child.

Cricket’s Best Friend: Mulder observes his daughter’s friend.

Coral: Coral is for the 35th year.

Cool: William gets his 19th birthday present.

Jacksons AU:

Here Come the Mulders: A typical afternoon.

Fire Fear: How Mulder got in trouble with his boys.

Divergence series:

Stonehenge: Season 7 split, before “All Things”.

St. Marks: Season 6 split, post “Unnatural”.

The Old Man’s Choice: The Smoking Man intervenes.

The Romantic’s Choice: Frohike to the rescue.

The Girls’ Choice: A boy’s imaginary friends.

A Mother’s Choice: Scully changes her mind.

The Witnesses’ Choice: Will think something’s funny about his parents.

The Caller’s Choice: William comes home after a phone call.

AU

The Daifu: Summer in Northern China, mid 1800's.  A young, new doctor and his best lost girl.

Marrying Superman: Getting married, post-colonization style.

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

My husband is genuinely excited about me making a winter themed quilt for him...using Halloween fabric. Neither of us is Christian, I celebrate Yule and he goes along with it (he's Buddhist). Suggeating the idea had him laughing and nodding because, hey, why not? Halloween fabric is sold year round at a local quilt shop I favor, which means he can pick out what he wants or leave it to me. He's likely to go with the latter. I did offer to use Steelers (his fav football team) prints, but Halloween winter is making him smile.

I also have a pattern for a wallhanging that depicts a wreath. Should I go with 1980s neon obsession? Different shades of neon pink and green against a back background? Or go with a silly theme, like food prints? I have an adorable sushi print! Hmmm...this may take some serious contemplation. We won't be having any guests, but I imagine seeing something that odd and bizarre would make for an interesting experience.

Small note: my husband is goth, loves the color black, most of his wardrobe is black. But! When I buy nice clothes, like the stuff you wear to a restaurant on Date Night, he would buy something that would make it clear we match, like a tie or new shirt. I'm the field of wildflowers, including the colorful birds and insects. It's adorable watching how some people would react to us, him all in black with a fancy shirt and his tie is a brilliant teal blue/white/black print that matches the blue in my dress. He once bought and wore a magenta floral tie to match a sweater of mine, and I wore that thing to death because 1) soft wool, 2) cozy, and 3) he's wearing magenta with a black outfit and smiling like a man in love.

Only one person has ever criticized him for matching what I'm wearing, and that person is a raging asshole who has been divorced and can't seem to fine a woman to put up with his bigotry, LGBTQ-phobia, and his need to be worshipped. He was one of Husbands coworkers, and every woman who shared a shift with the asshole always left feeling like they need to bathe in bleach. This asshole brought up the usual "real men" bullshit. Husband made a point of us stopping in there whenever we went out on Date Night, because it irritated this guy soooo much he would whinge about it for days.

Hm, I think my edibles are making it unwise to ramble.

Husband is getting a toasty flannel-backed winter holiday themed quilt made with Halloween fabric. Because I fucking can, and the idea makes him laugn.

[megan-loves-surveys]

#46.

Under the read more again lol.

How has covid affected you? I've had it a few times, it was annoying.

What is a comfort show of yours? Simpsons.

Are you open about your past or do you not let anyone in? Depends.

Favourite fast food joint? KFC.

Do you think we were put on this earth for a reason? Maybe.

What is something you have done this year you’re proud of? Kept up my gym routine.

Do u ever feel like surveys are usually the same questions? They can be.

What were you doing 10 years ago? Not much, but I did have a fun trip to California, Nevada and New York.

Do you call out Karen’s when they’re harassing a cashier? I don't really see that happen.

Animal crossing , yay or nay? Never played it, so no opinion.

Why do you like to do surveys? Cos I just do.

Did you ever have a MySpace ? Never.

Do you think breaks are toxic in a relationship? They're stupid. What are you, Ross and Rachel? LOL.

Do you have a YouTube channel? If no , would you create one? If yes what’s your content? I have one, but I only upload the occasional concert video I've taken.

Are you a math person? Not at all, I have that maths dyslexia.

What’s the worse thing someone has said to you? I don't want to recall.

Have you ever befriended someone because you felt bad? No.

Would you ever date someone online? Sure.

Have you been ghosted before? Would you ghost someone? Yes, and yes.

When do you think things will be normal again? They mostly are!

Do you watch anime? No.

Biggest goal you wanna reach before 2024 is over ? Keep up my gym routine.

How old did/do you turn this year ? 37.

Do you like tiktok? It's stupid.

Do you ever miss vine? No idea.

How are you doing, seriously? Pretty good.

Is there someone you want to talk to but you know you can’t? No.

Do you make jokes to cope with your problems? Sometimes.

Have you ever had someone call you their best friend but you didn’t even consider them a close friend? No.

Have you ever dealt with a pathological liar? No.

Long or short surveys? Both, depends on the questions.

If ur in school , are you doing it on zoom or in class? -

Would you ever have a pet rat? Hell yes, I love them!

Favourite memory with your best friend? There's sooooo many.

Favourite type of content to watch on YouTube? Pokemon, wrestling, celeb gossip, drama, music etc.

Are you allergic to anything serious? Antibiotics.

Dream job? Traveling the world.

Do you think dreams mean anything? They can do.

Fav clothing brand? None.

Do you miss anyone? Yes.

Do you have a pool? LMAO no.

How many times have you been on a plane? Dozens. One trip alone I took 10 flights lol.

Favorite icecream flavor? Cookies & cream.

The key to happiness is? Doing what makes you happy like your hobbies and spending time with people you like and care about.

Favorite movie actress/actor? Johnny Depp.

Last time you ordered fast food? Yesterday, I had KFC.

First CD you ever purchased? With my own money, Billie - Honey To The B lol.

Favorite book you read? The entire Weather Warden series.

Do you own anything from Tiffany&Co.? No.

Do you have a TikTok? No.

Closest red object you see: A packet of chips haha.

Last time you went to the zoo, year: Dunno, maybe in Washington DC in 2015. Can't think if I've been to any since then.

I made an extra grilled cheese, want it? No thanks. I love grilled cheese but I had it the other day and don't want it again so soon lol.

Do you enjoy driving? Never done it properly.

First initial of your middle name; S.

How many TVs do you have in your home? 2 - one downstairs and one in my room.

Do you play TheSims4? Yep.

Have you ever made your own bath bombs? No. We don't even have a bathtub xD

Your favorite store as a teen? Glassons probably.

Favorite memory of 2020? Um... nothing in particular. 2020 sucked.

Happy 21st Birthday, what is/was your first legal drink purchase? I don't remember.

Do you wear socks to bed? Yes. My feet will absolutely freeze in the cold weather without them.

Who do you know who enjoys sushi? My Mum loves it.

You get 2 pizza toppings, what are they? Hawaiian.

Ever dipped your pizza in ranch? We don't eat ranch in NZ.

Ever dye your hair blonde? My hair is naturally blonde, so no lol.

Do you know anyone famous? No. I know a few wrestlers but they're all local to NZ lol.

Favorite YouTuber? Call Me Kevin, and lately this guy called Pleasant Green who does videos messing with scammers, he's so funny and informative.

You can only listen to one genre of music for the rest of your life, you choose: Pop, cos it's so wide ranging.

Name a Pokémon: Luxray! My fave <3

Quick! Think of something pink, what is it? Anything Barbie.

How many siblings do you have? None.

Favorite beverage on a hot summer day? Just ice cold water.

How long was your longest romantic relationship? My current one, over 2 years.

Last place you traveled for vacation? Australia, I went to Melbourne for a WWE show.

Your at your local coffe shop; what are you ordering? Frappe at Starbucks.

With a 45 minute drive; I’m at the beach, how about you? Definitely, I live an on island.

Ever order a lobster for yourself at a restaurant? No.

Favorite snack at the movie theater? Popcorn.

Childhood memory: Loads, can't pick.

How many marshmallows do you think you can fit in your mouth at once? Depends on how big they are.

Last meal you prepared? Toast yesterday haha.

Do you think the number 13 is unlucky? No, it's super lucky, cos it's my birthday.

Would you like a “do-over” if possible? Nah.

How many cousins do you have? 6.

Name a girl band: Little Mix!

Last concert you went too? Five <3

Last item you bought that was over $100? I bought a vacuum cleaner for my Mum, it cost $108, but she paid me back for it.

Look to the left, what do you see? My Mum lol, she's eating cereal xD

Favorite cologne/perfume scent: I don't wear it, it just makes me sneeze.

Britney Spears deserves her freedom? Definitely. But she also has mental health issues and should have help for that - but not a conservatorship.

Have you had Apple Jacks cereal? No.

Do you believe in ghosts? Not really, but who knows.

How many pillows do you have on your bed? 2, one I use, one I don't.

Name one fear: Spiders.

Have you ever been to New York City? Yep, 4 times.

Would you audition for a reality tv show if the opportunity presented itself? Depends which one.

Most famous person from your town/state? Umm... I'm not sure which famous NZ people come from Auckland. Maybe Lorde?

Ideal birthday dessert? Cake!

Do you know what reiki is? No.

[dausy]

I have a busy next week coming up. If I don't get fired monday or quit my job on the spot I plan to work all week but I have to leave work early on thursday which will totally screw over my coworkers and then at that point make my boss mad at me and then possibly fire me for that reason. But holy run-on sentence batman, I shouldn't be going into work at all, I have the day off and it is a nicety that I am coming in to take the abuse so they should be thankful for me going in for the time I am.

Thursday, I'm off to get my hair did and then running home to change into a ballgown and pretend I know how to do make up and then we are off the the ball. Literally. Have a ball that night. Should be fun. Immediately the next morning we are waking up early, dropping the dog off at the boarders and then driving to Arizona. My SiL is graduating college and her college kind of screwed up the graduation date and now like..nobody can make it..so we are going to be extra nice family members and drive 8 hours there and then 8 hours back. I have actually done this before for my youngest sisters high school graduation. It does get harder to do the older I get though.

This weekend I don't think we are doing much of anything. I did the teeniest bit of art but I feel like I'm so tired, just sitting up I feel drunk and drowsy and I just want to sleep. Tomorrow I think we are going to a farmers market. I really wanted to go to another National Park but we are already boarding our dog a lot...

Yesterday was busy too. I went in and had my very first ever MRI. I'm fine. I've been a chronic head-ache sufferer my entire life and my doctor said "have you ever had imaging?" and I said "no" and she's like "well lets just get imagine" so we did. It only got rescheduled multiple times though. It wasn't bad. I did get stuck twice for an IV..I was trying not to judge skills and all...but I could have did it better. I was really dehydrated though. I know everybody says that (because they do) but they did tell me no food or drink after midnight and I wonder if they did that on purpose to see if it would give me a headache and it did. The MRI itself was fine, throw in a couple massages and I would have been asleep. By the time I could out of the test which took an entire hour, by eyes were super red and swollen. Just from being drowsy, hungry and thirsty. We got korean chipotle immediately after and I got coffee and I got the migraine from hell. I had to go home and sit in the bath for a long time. I did eventually start to feel better in the evening after taking all the drugs in my medicine cabinet because I was pretty determined I wanted to see the Lt Dan Band play. Gary Sinese was playing a free concert in the park next to my house. We went and watched for a while. I got food truck sushi served to me by what looked like a 10 year old. It was pretty good. But now I can say I've seen Gary Sinese and I got a tshirt. The sucky part was the weather was extremely windy. I don't understand why military bases cant be in places with decent weather.

[meekmice]

The morning cuddles

& closeness—

Being wrapped in blankets;

The movie stills—

blurred moments from

the giggles & rolling.

The child-like playfulness

your love brings,

like popcorn to movies.

It’s captured so well,

I could live in these moments

like a sweet countryside cottage.

The feeling of the sun coming in

& out from the clouds moving by.

Light to dark—

Dark to light—

Light to bright.

God, you glow.

Close talking,

Nose to nose, we nuzzle

& slower talk.

We start to kiss

& it’s like everything else

melts away—

It’s just us

making love

in this lovely light change—

Doused in passionate moaning

& “god, I love you.”

Hand to hand—

To find our fingers intertwine,

And outstretch above my head

in a slow intimate motion.

The push & pull of staying in bed,

the thought of coffee,

& starting the day with you.

It’s so hard,

when I could lay on your chest

& look into your eyes—

Just a little longer.

You pull me out of the haze.

We run common day errands,

& it’s still an adventure.

You get us coffee & breakfast

before our shenanigans begin.

We stand in the records & books

& make puns til we run out of

sillies—

Or at least I do.

You chase me down

as I playfully

run away

just to make you crazy.

I ask you to dinner later

& we venture off to the next to do—

Go back to yours.

Sundays like these are my favorite.

No set plans,

Just deciding moment by moment

& always on the same page.

You do some chores around the house,

Take care of cup.

And we’re on our way to sushi.

We have a great time,

consistent conversation & laughs.

The food is just what I needed,

& I am in my happy place.

We stop at the convenience store

For late night snacks,

then you teach me how to play Minecraft ❤️

We build a home together,

I obsess over plants.

You see me at my dorkiest

& I’m not even scared anymore.

Like I’ve said, you’re like home to me.

So I feel at home with you.

We lose track of time,

& I love that it’s so easy to do with you.

It’s not always helpful,

But I feel like we’re making strides.

Afterwards, you send out an email,

& do some dishes.

And then we take a bath together.

I love this.

Bath time means weird question time.

This time you almost ask first

but I beat you to it.

It starts serious conversations

as expected.

Every one of them

important to have.

Vulnerability,

honesty & intense emotion shared.

“I wish you had met circa 2022 of me.

I think you really would’ve liked him.”

You say in a brief wave of gloom.

But I…

I am so in love with this man

in front of me.

I have fallen in love with

the careful hesitance,

the gentle words,

the raw communication.

This boundary building,

self aware;

book store,

board game

date kind of man.

This man that’s been hurt

& has his guard up.

I can feel your walls falling,

& I want you to know

I’ll keep you safe.

Always.

Legs wrapped around each other,

The water has been drained for awhile now.

Your soft eyes look into mine;

Sad eyes.

I want you to know

I love every bit of you

with all of me—

And

I am here for this version of you;

& every version there is to come.

But something I’ve thought about

A lot this week…

Like you had said to me a ways back..

I wish I had met you first too.

I really, really do.

-T.R.

[sexintheraine]

My best friend from high school got engaged yesterday.

My other best friend from high school got married last weekend.

My other other best friend got engaged last year.

… my boyfriend of 4 years and I broke up last month.

The overwhelming emotions of potentially not finding my forever person is way too much to carry. I’m so happy for my friends. Unbelievable so. They are wonderful women and the men they have found know exactly what treating them kind looks like.

I got out of a shitty situation. But I thought for sure he was everything. I was so ready to be his everything. So much so that I lost myself. I was no longer lifted and no longer felt cherished. I shouldn’t be having these “what is wrong with me?” Feelings because none of it was my fault. But I want to be a part of the happy times. I want to be told that I am fucking everything to someone and I don’t want to cry alone in my bathtub in an empty house.

Quite honestly, I wanted to be starting a family by now. I didn’t ask for the emotional set back that losing his job brought us. I wanted to continue to dream up all we could be. I wanted him to see me and after all his stuff is now out of the house, I have realized that maybe he never saw me. He never took the time to even wonder about all of my things being shoved in a corner closet. All that mattered was his current project. And if I brought anything out to work on it, my stuff was called clutter.

I don’t know how I didn’t see it. But now my timeline is fucked and I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m trying to enjoy myself. So much so that I might hurt other people in the process. Because I don’t know what I want specifically.

Well I sort of do. I want to be cared for. I want to be cherished. I want someone to know they’re worth my time. I want dates and cuddles mixed with fucking and teasing. I want cooking at home and long walks with the dog. I want pulling me onto his lap just to get a kiss. I want -jump in the car and run the errands with me. I want -ask me about my day while I ask about yours. I want mindless stories told in grand ways. I want baths where we loofa each other and massage each other. I want all the “I gotta have you right this second, or I might die energy”.

I want to get married and have a forest wedding with chandeliers in the trees. To someone who has the capacity to love themselves and accept themselves wholely. I want to be held when we fight. I want apologies to tremble off our lips and the need for each other, to be palpable. I want the fervor and the need. I want the love and the want. I want the care. I want the balance of friends and family. I want someone to tell me like it is. Call me out and think I’m cute when I mix up what I’m trying to say. I want someone who has a plan. I want someone who knows what they want in life and is actively going for it. I want someone I’m excited to spend forever with.

I want pancake mornings and sushi lunch. I want a house with a yard and a swingset. I want to dare to dream for more. And never be held back.

[txdxsh1]

HQ COUPLE PICTURES: VALENTINE’S DAY EDITION <3

genre: fluff !! so much fluff !!

characters: iwaizumi hajime, akaashi keiji, suna rintaro, matsukawa issei, kageyama tobio

important: this is timeskip! hq characters !!! nothing inappropriate of course tho

authors note: y’all im so mad ,,, i set for this to post and it just ? didn’t ?? anyway i hope u all had a lovely valentine’s day :D if u didn’t, take this post as compensation <3 ily all so much

iwaizumi hajime:

-> y’all can say for whatever u want

-> but i just KNOW this man is SOOOO romantic

-> he just hides it so literally only u know (and ur instagram followers pfttt)

-> ur both pretty busy people so he’s already gone when u wake up but then he texts u to open the door

-> and ur like ??

-> AND THEN U SEE THOSE GORGEOUS ROSES

-> *faints*

-> omg then he comes home early from work to set everything up for when you get back

-> *double faints*

-> STOP and he’s so proud of himself when he sees u as a mixture of excitement and crying and literally unhinged happiness (i don’t blame u tbh)

akaashi keiji:

-> of course we know our cute literature boy is a romantic <3

-> he’s so cute literally stop

-> you guys wake up and do ur own things

-> but then it’s like the afternoon and u guys come home to bake the pasteries 🥺

-> and then u guys clean but halfway through akaashi is like … brb

-> of course u don’t think anything of it but when he comes back, he’s very adamant about you going to the bathroom for some odd reason ….

-> then you actually walk in and oh MY god

-> i’m crying FOR YOU

-> and so the rest of the night is spent with you guys sharing a bath, listening to good music, and eating yummy pastries <333

suna rintaro:

-> shut up he’s trying so hard but he’s so broke 😭😭

-> i’m picturing like you guys in college

-> so of course ur BOTH very broke 🥲💔

-> he tries really hard to be thoughtful with his gifts though (and succeeds imo)

-> cause music is like one of the first things u guys bonded over and u guys ate sushi for ur first date

-> he calls u randomly and tells u to come to outside

-> he greets u and u guys walk to his old, beat-up car 😭

-> once u guys are inside and settled, he takes out the stuff and he already starts feeling so bad cause it’s not much and he thinks u deserve better and more things

-> and ur just like screaming cause wtf ??? this is so cute

-> then next few hours are spent eating sushi, listening to the cd he made u, and driving around downtown at sunset <3

matsukawa issei:

-> no cause literally shut up

-> u wake up to the sound of someone knocking on ur apartment like ??

-> and so u open the door to find ur smug looking boyfriend, leaning on the doorframe, holding a box of donuts

-> u greet him of course, let him inside, and when u open then box ur immediately like 😢🥺🥺

-> and this MAN is like “wait i forgot something”

-> ??? proceeds to go all the way to the parking garage and to his car

-> ur upstairs unbothered, munching on a cute ass, heart-shaped donut

-> and when he comes back HES HOLDING A HUGE ASS TEDDY BEAR ?? AND ROSES ?!?!??

-> ur very, very happy to say the least

kageyama tobio:

-> screaming, crying, hyperventilating

-> all reasonable and valid reactions when u see what kags did for you

-> first, he picks u and brings u the CUTEST bouquet oh my god

-> and then he invites u to the park

-> it’s not unusual for u guys to go to the park but when he starts walking to a very specific random area, ur a little confused but don’t question it

-> and then ur getting closer and closer to this really cute looking picnic … and there’s no couple there 🧐

-> and then u guys stop at the blanket and kageyama just stares to see how you’ll react (but he’s got a little smile on his face)

-> bestie i’m JEALOUS

-> obviously ur reaction is very positive

-> and he’s so happy cause he just wanted to surprise you and make YOU happy 😭😭

-> so u guys have a lovely afternoon and lovely valentine’s day <33

[terry-perry]

Hello, I was wondering if you could write for tony who just started dating y/n and doesn’t know her love language is physical touch ( kisses, hugs etc )

Hmm never wrote for Tony before. Guess I can give it a shot!

It had been a long day and you wanted nothing more than for it to be over. It was emotionally draining with the many clients you dealt with today who never seemed satisfied with whatever results you concocted for them. It was also quite physically demanding with the way you were back and forth so you can meet whatever demands they asked of you. But it was what you signed up for. Days like today were bound to happen.

And right now there was only one thing you really wanted.

“Honey?”

Tony was right where you expected him to be. Downstairs in his lab working on his latest doodad that he put on hold as he heard your meek voice.

“Everything all right, sugar?” He asked once he looked over and saw the visible state you were in. “You look like today really kicked you ass.”

“You can say that,” you mumbled, your lips curling up a little at his usual sassy humor. 

“You want to talk about it?” He offered, approaching you slowly now. When you shook your head, he knuckled down with more options. “We can order something? Pizza? Sushi? Both? Can run a bath for you? Might be low on bombs, though. The bath kind, I mean. Which means we can probably do a bit of shopping if that might hel--”

“Tony,” 

You put a stop to his rambling, as adorable as it was that he was trying to come up with extravagant ways to cheer you up and help you relax. But it wasn’t what you wanted.

“Tony, can you just hold me?”

The look on his face told you he wasn’t expecting such a request from you. Not even an acceptance of one of the things he listed. He’d be more than willing to get you something to make you feel better? Is a hug really all you wanted?

“Yeah, okay,” he held open his arms for you, nevertheless. You instantly went into his embrace and sunk into it soon enough. 

This was new, what you two had. Which meant new stages of your relationship are still to be expected. Having lunch together, sleeping over, big fight, etc. For the moment, this is the first time being there for the other. Seeing what you could do to be a comforting significant other.

“Thank you,” you whispered, his hug doing just the trick as he kept arms tightly wrapped around you as your shaken up state eased from hearing his heartbeat and inhaling the body spray he had on.

“Anytime,”

[invisibleraven]

Reggie/Any + “Come on, let’s take a nice bath together.” HE LIKES SHOWERS AND THE OCCASIONAL BATH.

Reggie is absorbed in his novel when he's startled by the front door slamming open and closed. Alex is fuming as he starts pacing in their hallway, meaning he has come from his bi-annual meeting with his parents. Reggie honestly doesn't know why his boyfriend even bothers with his parents, they've been awful since Alex came out as a teen. Reggie hasn't clapped eyes on his own folks since he left home, and he's all the healthier for it. But he knows starting that conversation with Alex will lead to a fight, so he leaves well enough alone.

Instead he lets Alex pace furiously until he notices Reggie observing him, his shoulders slumping, giving the tiniest most pathetic 'hi' he can muster. Reggie goes over and presses a kiss to his cheek.

"Rough lunch?"

Alex grunts as an answer, but allows Reggie to take his denim jacket and fanny pack, stowing them away for later. He loops his arms around Alex's neck, trying not to wince at how tense they still are, and pops up on his toes to press a kiss to his lips. Alex relaxes into the kiss, his own arms winding around Reggie's waist, lifting him up just a little, which Reggie secretly loves, even if his toes are no longer touching the floor.

Eventually their kiss breaks apart, but Alex leans his forehead into Reggie's, breathing out a little breath, the stress melting away as he holds him. "I know we were planning that double date with Julie and Luke, but do you think we can cancel and have a lazy night in instead?"

"Julie already cancelled, the twins are sick and they don't want to leave them, even when Ray is happy to babysit. It's been a minute since he looked after sick toddlers, and we know how much those girls run him ragged on a normal day..." Reggie says with a grin. Not that he fares any better when he babysits Harmony and Melody, and though he and Alex are eager to start a family of their own, those girls always make them question if they really want to do so now.

Alex sighs with relief, almost sagging into Reggie, who finally has his feet planted back on the floor. "How about we call for sushi later, and relax with whatever movie you want. Even if it's the awful German one." Alex lights up at that, making Reggie chuckle. "But first, you need to relax and wash all that stress off you. Come on, let’s take a nice bath together.”

"Any excuse for a bath with you, I swear..." Alex says, but still lets himself be dragged to the bathroom, helping Reggie fill the tub with their preferred salts and bubbles until the water threatens to spill over the edge. They light a few candles on the counter and pour themselves a glass of wine each, turning on some soft music in the adjacent room to give them a truly relaxing atmosphere. They toss their clothes in the hamper, it's a laundry weekend anyways, and Alex eases into the tub, sighing as the hot water surrounds him. Reggie slides in next, sitting across from Alex, forever grateful that they invested in this huge tub due to his love of the occasional bath.

Reggie hands Alex over his wine glass before taking his own, the two of them toasting before letting the sweet taste flood their senses. Alex has his eyes closed as he lets his head loll back, finally melting into relaxation and Reggie grins. They sit there like that for awhile, sipping their wine, chatting aimlessly, having a small bubble fight. Or well, Alex doesn't protest when Reggie flicks bubbles at him, merely paints Reggie's jaw with the suds, making him look ridiculous and kissable all at once.

The warm will cool soon, so Reggie turns and almost sits in Alex's lap, relaxing into his hold, their wine glasses long abandoned, the suds almost gone. He knows that maybe they should actually wash themselves, but baths for them had always been more about bonding then cleanliness, and Reggie is fine just sitting there in Alex's embrace until he's wrinkled and pruned from the bath.

"Thanks for this Reg," Alex murmurs into Reggie's hairline, pressing a damp kiss there. "I needed this so bad, you have no idea."

"I think I did," Reggie replies, turning his face to press his own kiss into the sharp line of Alex's jaw. "I know you remember? I know what you need, even when you don't. Comes with the boyfriend title."

"That's what the whole fight was about this time. You being my boyfriend," Alex says. "They can ignore it while you are, but if we were more... well then it becomes harder to explain away." He sighs at that. "I don't know why I keep bothering, but they're my family you know? I guess I always want to keep trying, like it will fix things, or like they'll change. Maybe I just need to be the one to change. Make a new family. With you."

Reggie looks up at Alex, eyes full of questions, but when Alex reaches over into the pocket of his discarded pants and pulls out a slim silver band, it all becomes clear. "What do you say Reg? Wanna be my family?"

Reggie can't speak, merely nods and is almost shaking as Alex slips the ring onto his finger before pulling him into the sweetest, softest kiss. Reggie admires the ring, unable to believe that Alex just proposed, that he stood up to his family for them, for Reggie. He's still admiring the ring as they get out of the bath, toweling each other gently, and he's sure he'd be gazing at it all night if Alex hadn't whispered his plans to celebrate their engagement into his ear, and well... Reggie would much rather look at his brand new fiancé while they do that than the symbol of their commitment any time.

[thomotomo]

Umm i see you accept actor request, can i request logan lerman with male reader? It can be about their first trip together and also their first time since dating because they need the right time. And also reader the one that lead (and also top) while making sure logan relaxed. Maybe just praising and go slow? And aftercare? It's okay if it take long, i will wait for it :) thx btw

A/N: Heya! Thanks for requesting that fic! I’m sorry it took me a little bit of time but I hope you will enjoy it nonetheless :) There might not be a lot of praising but I hope you like it anyway ^^ I’m not very good at smut yet haha

Words: 2.3K - NSFW

Logan Lerman x Male Reader

“Finally!” you thought as you left the plane, hand in hand with your boyfriend. This year had been quite hectic for both of you, Logan had to shoot in a lot of movies, and you had been quite engrossed in the movie you were planning to direct. Actually, you had started dating around mid-March, after meeting him on set and discussing with him (and going to “dates” in each other’s trailer, though it was complicated with how much work you had and

You couldn’t go to many dates because both of you had decided not to engage in such activities in public yet. Logan and you just left complicated relationship and agreed on taking your time to be sure you really enjoyed each other’s company before actually doing a date together to be seen from everyone.

And now, here you were, walking inside Tokyo’s airport to retrieve your suitcases. Once you got them, you took out the little notebook with all the addresses of the places you would stay at and the ones you decided to absolutely visit with Logan. Logan started to lead you towards the subway so you could buy the tickets you’d need to go to the place you were going to live for the next few weeks before moving to another town to visit.

He was looking confused at the machine to take the ticket while you were figuring out which subways you had to take to be the closest from the house than you could. Luckily for both of you, you had studied Japanese in order to avoid being completely lost for when you would be in Japan. Once you found the right path to take you went back to Logan and took the tickets.

He looked at you with a gentle smile and kissed your cheek. You grinned and helped him with the luggage. You spent an hour in the different subways of Tokyo, as the airport was quite far from the place you rented, but of course you didn’t mind much.

You arrived in front of the house you rented in Adachi City, the house was quite beautiful, the outside looked pretty modern, but the walls hid a path that was in a typical Japanese style. You went to knock on the front and meet the landlady who greeted you with a smile. You bowed a little bit and she tried to formulate a little bit of words in English when you smiled and started to speak in you rusty Japanese. Hearing that she brightened and seemed relieved she won’t have to use google translate or something else.

She made you visit the house and after discussing a little bit more, she gave you the keys and left. Now that you were alone, in your cocoon for the next few weeks. You really loved the look of it, the perfect mix between traditional and some modernity. Most of the rooms looked traditional except for the kitchen that was pretty modern. Logan walked closer to you and put his arms on your shoulder, softly kissing you on the corner of your lips.

“Finally we’re able to spend some quality time together. What do you want to do today?”

“Obviously not a lot of things, maybe we can arrange the house to start and then go to sleep? You’re not tired?”

“Mmh I guess so… I think the adrenaline of being in another country help a lot.”

You smiled at him and kissed him softly on the lips, savouring this moment of peace and the knowledge of being far away from work and from everyone associated to it. Logan sighed when you stopped and you caressed his cheek, still smiling.

“C’mon, if you’re tired you can sleep a bit on the couch I’ll be unpacking the suitcases.”

“No, I’m not letting you do that all alone love! Maybe we can take a shower and we can sleep. Then tomorrow we’ll start unpack!”

You nodded, accepting his proposition and took one of his hands in yours.

“Good idea sweetheart.”

You lead each other towards the bathroom and started to run the hot water. While you were doing that, your boyfriend went to the suitcases taking your pyjamas. Once the tube was filled with hot water you started stripping, right as your lover came back. He whistled, making you laugh.

Logan took off his clothes too and you both went inside the burning hot bath, sighing in pleasure as the hot water attacked your skin. You hadn’t showered in more than 24 hours and being tired from the trip didn’t help you much but now you felt quite relieved.

Logan sat himself between your legs, his back on your chest and you smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his shoulder. You stayed in the bath for a while, discussing and washing each other. Once you were fully clean you left the bath and dried yourselves with big, soft towels and put on your pyjamas.

You didn’t have time to stop at a shop and buy some food, so you decided to order typical Japanese food.

After half an hour the doorbell rung to open it while Logan trailed behind you, excited for the food. You discussed for a few moments with the deliverer and then closed the door.

“Do you know that you’re insanely hot when you speak Japanese?” says Logan as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing you between your shoulder blades.

You took his hand into yours and kissed his cheek.

“C’mon little simp, let’s eat!”

“Why are you mean to me?”

“I’m not mean love! That’s just the truth.”

He laughed as you sat on the ground, putting all the food on the table, Logan sat next to you and hummed as the smell of the miso soup and other hot food. You took out the chopsticks and gave a pair to Logan and quickly muttered a “bon appetite” before diving into the food. After a few bites both of you looked at each other with comical wide eyes and you stated:

“Holy shit this is the best Japanese food I ever ate!”

“Fuck yes! I won’t eat sushi that aren’t straight from Japan anymore!”

You had a great time eating and once you were full you went to brush your teeth and go to sleep. It was a bit weird as first because you slept in a futon for the first time ever but adapted quickly as you fell asleep with Logan’s head on your shoulder in 10 minutes.

The next morning you were awaken with soft kisses all over you face. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at the sight of Logan’s face close from yours. The other male winked at you and put a leg over you body and was now seated on your hips, smiling cheekily.

“Good morning to my favourite boyfriend.”

“I’m your only boyfriend Logan….”

“I know! And this is why as the boyfriend of the most beautiful man in the world I decided to woke you up to have a little bit of fun time together…”

You felt your face heating up and the blood rushed straight to your dick, poking Logan’s ass. The man laughed softly and looked at you with a certain glint in the eyes.

“Ooh you like this idea right? What are you waiting for then?”

You suddenly didn’t felt sleepy anymore and you flipped him under you  taking him by surprise and making him wrap his legs around your waist. You now arbored a predatory grin on the face, one of your hands slipping under his shirt, softly caressing his sides. You leaned toward him and kissed him slowly but deeply. One of his hands caressed your cheek as he sighed in pleasure. After a few minutes of intense kissing you separated your mouths and your lover panted.

You didn’t waste any time and started to kiss his neck softly, nipping it and leaving some marks behind it. You smiled as he whimpered whenever you nipped at his neck, your free hand trailed until it reached the top of his shit.

“May I?”

“Of course…”, he nodded in agreement and sighed.

You sat on your knees and started to open his pyjama shirt button per button. Logan’s breath hitched as the cold air hit his skin, you helped him fully taking off the clothe and started to caress his torso. One of your thumbs brushed his nipple before pinching it lightly making the man under you whimper.

You couldn’t help but chuckle and decided to play with him a little more, while your right hand was playing with his right nipple, you used your mouth to suck and bite softly the other nipple. After a moment you switched nipples enjoying teasing him. He gripped your hair and between to moans:

“S-Stop teasing me! C’mon…”

You laughed and softly bit the nipple and stopped your teasing. You took off your shirt and pants while he took of his own pants. You grabbed some lube and squeezed some on your fingers you used your free hand to caress his waist and kissed him softly.

“Are you sure you want to do it?”

“Of course? love, I really want to do this with you..”

You couldn’t help but feel the blood rush on your face, he had this effect on you whenever he gave you cute nicknames. You kissed him once again and brought one finger near his entrance, you tried to help him relax by entering the tip of your index inside him, kissing him and massaging his hip to help him relax to the new intrusion.

Once your finger was fully inside, you stopped moving for a moment, to help him getting used to it, when he nodded again you put a second finger and started to work him open, helping him loosen up.

He was moaning under you, nearly begging for more, it was the first time he had ended up in a gay relationship, so he was still getting used to having an intrusion in him. When he told you, he was feeling ready you lightly bit his neck and went to take a condom. You took off the wrapping quickly and put it on your dick. You also put some lube on it to make the penetration easier.

You positioned yourself between his legs and led your dick toward his ass, putting the tip inside. You heard Logan take a sharp intake of breath. You kissed his forehead looking at him, silently asking him if he was alright. He nodded, allowing you to continue to penetrate him. It took you a few minutes of slow penetration for you to be fully seated inside of him.

“A-AH! (Y-Y/N)!”

“You’re doing good sweetheart, taking me like that… Tell me when you want me to move.”

Logan put his head against your shoulder, asking you to start moving, which you gladly did. You started with slow movement, helping Logan getting used to the movements, then after a few moments you picked up the pace and your boyfriend started to moan more and more loudly. Yourself you couldn’t help but groan in pleasure, his virgin ass tightening around you with every movements. You picked up the pace and going a bit more deeply in him, your dick brushing against his prostate. His hands were on your back, scraping it, the pain that it procured you, making you moan.

Both of you were moaning messes and you were biting Logan’s neck, giving him hickeys and enjoying seeing them turning purple. He was panting under you and you were doing the same. Your movement stayed quite fast, but it was hitting deeper inside him no longer brushing his special spot, now making him seeing stars. He was tightening around you and you snaked one of your hands around his penis, jerking him slowly so he wouldn’t come yet.

He was moaning your name desperately, pleading for you to allow him to come.

“Good boy, keep moaning like that and you might came tonight.”

After teasing him for a little while more you flickered your hand one last time, making him come all over himself. He tightened around you more harshly than before, making you come in the condom.

You both were softly kissing each other between two pants, and he looked at you with love and kissed you once again before announcing:

“That was wonderful… Thank you a lot.”

“It’s normal, it was your first time with a man after all…”

He nodded and you gazed at him lovingly kissing his cheek before withdrawing yourself from his ass. You kissed his cheek and stood up.

“Wait here I’ll be back in a few seconds sweetheart.”

He looked at you, trying to regain his breath. You tied and threw the condom in the trash, then went to the bathroom to wet a towel with hot water to relieve him. When everything was good you went back to him and washed his come from himself and softly massaging his thighs to relieve him from the pain he could feel.

When he told you everything was good, you put the clothe away and went back to him, under the covers. You helped him put back his pyjama and you did the same; he put his head on your torso, his hand caressing your torso. You kissed the top of his head as you felt his breath calming down.

“Thank you for that again...”

“It’s nothing Logan, I’m glad you trusted me enough to be okay with me doing that to you.”

“I’m happy to be with you and to spend the next weeks with you.”

“Me too. I’m glad we can spend time together outside of work.”

He smiled at you and you kissed each other with such love that in that moment you felt like nothing existed beside you two.