#(I am going to stand under a hot shower and get some tea and chocolate

[mihrsuri]

Once again CPTSD episode from I swear to fuck, a laundry room :(. (It’s a shared one. In a basement. With a dingy shower and toilet and dirt and I…just I had to close my eyes and just shake and try not to cry.

Also listen, the way that fandom purity people have made me want to [redacted] and yes I do filter and block and mute. I’m staring at myself like ‘too awful to be depicted ever’ and no really, it hits. I wish I could articulate how awful it is, to be told you are actually trash for wanting to see yourself. Every time it makes me not want to write again, even though I would say to anyone else that it was bullshit.

(I think I am just feeling like I’m too traumatised and ill and needy in the wrong ways to actually be allowed anything)

[bbfeelings]

Day 3 of Kazuki Week 2023: daycare/night out. A full version of my brain rot of @hubbydaddies's post where Kazuki drunk sang about Rei's tiny waist. -> You can also read on AO3.

Small Waist, Pretty Face

mlm KazuRei. Drunken first Kiss. Mutual pinning. Fluff and humor.

Summary: Drunk Kazuki involved Rei in his shenanigans. Troubled, Rei turned to people around them for advice.

After another victorious and unsurprisingly boring round, Rei took a drink of beer, then joined another game like it was muscle memory. He checked his phone. 1:28 am. The sudden vibration startled him; Rei exited the game. It could only be one person. There was only one person in this world who’d call him. 

Kazuki wants to video chat.

Rei took off the headphone and hesitantly pressed the answer button.

What he did not expect was to see Carol’s face. “Rei-chan—! Took you long enough to pick up!” She whined. 

“Um…uh, sorry?”

“He picked up!” Carol said cheerily, shoving the phone in front of Kazuki.

“Hey, Rei, hehe,” his drunk face under the neon lights was stupidly stupid. “My bad…I had one too many!” His foolish grin was stupidly stupid. Rei rolled his eyes. 

”I’m coming home now!”

“Just don’t be so loud when you do.”

“Okie-dok, Rei-chan—” The video went blurry then dark. He must’ve dropped his phone. Idiot. Serves you right. Rei leaned his head back and exhaled audibly. Kazuki had an obnoxious, rowdy tendency when intoxicated. Not that he’d ever awoken Miri with his drunken shenanigans. But still.

An unfamiliar face appeared on the screen; Rei only knew of Carol and Dorothy. “It’s fine! It didn’t break!” She announced, and a cheering choir of girls could be heard in the background. “So this is Rei-chan? He’s so cute!” She exclaimed, “Kazu-san, you never told me he’s this cute!” 

Girls swarmed in front of the camera, squealing and giggling, “What a cutie!” “This is the pretty face you go home to? Kazu-san, you sly dog—” “Rei-chan, Rei-chan! Tell us what Kazu-san is like at home!” Rei felt his face go hot. What the hell? “Aww, he’s blushing! We’re embarrassing him! How adorable!” “Don’t worry, we don’t touch Kazu-san! He’s all yours!” The girls laughed.

What the hell?

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2:07 am

“Rei—the door won’t open,” Kazuki whined over the phone. He’d finally made it back to the apartment building, but he was long gone. Rei sighed as the elevator arrived at the building lobby, “Coming.”

Upon seeing Rei, Kazuki happily draped himself over Rei’s slimmer frame, crying about forgetting how keys work. He smelled of booze and some tacky cheap perfume that made Rei’s nose itch. He cursed under his breath. Seriously. 28 years of age, behaving like a fucking hot mess. As they exited the elevator on their floor, Kazuki started humming off-key and mumbling some lyrics to himself.

Five minutes later, Rei was standing at the bathroom door, watching Kazuki puking his guts out. Between the dry heaving and whimpering, Rei’d hand him a tissue. He didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy toward his miserable roommate. Why does he like drinking himself into oblivion? Getting a bit tipsy, sure, but Rei absolutely hated the feeling of being wasted. 

At the very least, a blacked-out drunk Kazuki still practiced personal hygiene. He crawled into the shower; Rei passed him his toothbrush and toothpaste. He grabbed a fresh towel and hung it on the door before closing it.

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2:46 am

Rei made some cup noodles. Kazuki came out and stumbled across the living room with the towel around his waist. The steam coming from the bathroom told Rei that Kazuki took a boiling hot shower if his red-as-a-cooked-lobster body didn’t give it away. Traces of minty tea tree scent of his shampoo lingered; somehow, Rei always thought it smelled like mint chocolate. Kazuki dropped himself onto the couch and curled up. Rei pinched his brows.

“Oi,” he said as he chewed, “sleep in your own room.” Kazuki retaliated with inaction and started humming and mumbling again. Rei couldn’t risk letting him fall asleep on the couch like that. The bathroom was damp and nasty; no way he was going to sleep in there tonight. 

“Get up,” he towered over Kazuki, who was making noises like a complaining 4-year-old would. “You’re gonna get a cold.”

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3:11 am

Kazuki finally made it into his room, but not without Rei basically dragging his ass. “Clothes,” he ordered; Kazuki reached into the dresser obediently. Rei figured his job here was done. He wanted to finish his cup noodles, which were probably soggy and cold by now. 

As Rei was about to close the bedroom door, Kazuki turned around and muttered something sing-song-y.

“…small waist…”

“What?”

“You.” Kazuki pointed. 

“What about me?”

Half clothed, Kazuki waltzed over and took Rei for a dance as he hummed. They stumbled around the room if it could be called dancing. Rei was too tired for this shit. Kazuki’s eyes were half closed and hazy, “…big boobies…small waist…”

Rei snickered. What the hell?

“Wait, no,” Kazuki halted all actions and frowned as if he was thinking hard—if he could even think with that soupy brain. 

“Small waist…pretty face.” Kazuki figured out his drunken logic and resumed his shenanigans. 

Quickly losing his patience, Rei maneuvered out of Kazuki’s grasp. “You’re gonna wake Miri.” 

He pointed again, “That’s you,” Kazuki said with a smug grin, “Small waist, pretty face.”

The four words hit Rei like a tsunami of utter embarrassment. Devastated by the increased heart rate and full-body goosebumps followed by a shudder, he was blank. 

While Rei was momentarily immobilized by the sheer humiliation, Kazuki seized the opportunity, launched himself at Rei, and gently grabbed hold of that small waist he wouldn’t shut up about. Then he planted a quick and clumsy kiss right on Rei’s gaping lips, knocking his own teeth on his. 

They toppled over and fell into bed. Kazuki clung to Rei and snuggled in. His hand crept up to cup that pretty face of Rei’s as he let out a satisfied sigh.

Rei’s eyes widened. 

What the hell?

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Days went on as usual. For Kazuki, at least. 

Trapped under an arm and a leg that night, Rei didn’t dare move a finger until the lousy drunk began snoring. He sneaked downstairs and curled up on the couch, with a mind so loud and noisy that he was wide awake until daybreak. 

“Papa, what are we eating?” Miri’s relentless poking forced Rei to get up at around 9:30 am. Lethargic and hungry (he didn’t get to finish his late-night cup noodles,) he dragged his feet into the kitchen and poured themselves some new cereal Miri insisted on buying the other day. They sat at the table. His head was spinning and his body felt heavy; this sensation was akin to a hangover.

The door upstairs creaked open, giving Rei a heart attack. He could hear Kazuki’s footsteps and the loud groans. He started to panic, which was totally unbecoming of one of the organization’s top assassins. Rei had three seconds to hide, yet he wasted that precious time sweating bullets holding a spoon. Pathetic. 

“Good morning, Miri and—“ Kazuki paused, and so did Rei’s heart. Kazuki stretched audibly. “Good morning, Rei.”

“Papa is so late!”

“Hehe, my bad. Went to bed late.” Kazuki stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. “Hmm? Did I make cup noodles and didn’t finish last night?” 

Rei stared at his bowl of rainbow cereal, thinking he might be dying of anxiety. “…no, that was me.”

“Then clean it up, man. I don’t want to get bugs in here,” Kazuki nagged. 

“Like unicorn stag beetles?” The daycare had a field day at a museum and Miri had since been obsessed with various shiny cool bugs. 

“No, Miri, no… the gross ones. Like roaches.” 

“Lame.”

“Language, young lady.”

“But lame isn’t a bad word! Taiga-kun said so.”

“Well, Taiga-kun isn’t your papa. Or Anna-sensei.”

“Anna-chan said **** is a bad word,” Miri muttered under her breath.

Rei wasn’t sure of anything anymore. 

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Of course, Kazuki didn’t remember shit, nor did he have a hangover. 

“Just a bit tired. Why do you ask?”

Rei swallowed nervously. “You threw up last night.”

“I did? Shit, man. Did you have to deal with it?”

“You threw up in the toilet.”

Kazuki scrunched his nose, “Sorry you had to see that.”

That was the least of what I had to see, “I’ve seen worse.”

The blonde man groaned and put his face into his hands. “Please. Don’t. I don’t want to remember that.”

“You don’t even remember shit.”

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It had been a week since.

Since what? That dipshit was drunk out of his mind, making up some songs about big boobs, small waist, and pretty face. He said Rei was the last two things, kissed him on the mouth, then promptly fell asleep on top of him. 

What the hell even happened. It all felt like a fever dream. Rei couldn’t get himself to act like himself. Kazuki had blacked out, so he went about as if nothing had happened. Rei couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. On the one hand, they didn’t have to talk about anything or pretend to be normal; on the other, he had to pretend to be normal. 

Everything that wouldn’t cause Rei to bat an eyelash became weird.

Kazuki walking down the stairs in the morning.

Kazuki returning home after walking Miri to daycare. 

Kazuki complaining about the cold (it was not that cold.)

Kazuki’s wordless pat on his shoulder while he watered the plants. 

Kazuki folding his boxers (well, clothes, but particularly boxers) neatly. 

Kazuki’s hands when he picked up Miri.

Kazuki handing him his preferred furikake at dinner. 

Kazuki nagging him about the pile of wood ear mushrooms he picked out.

Kazuki’s hair, still wet after a shower. 

Kazuki’s pink sweatshirt. “Millennial pink,” he said. 

Kazuki saying good night. To Miri.

Kazuki laughing at his epic in-game death that happened immediately after he sat down next to him with two beers in hand. 

Kazuki leaving a light in the kitchen on when he plays games past midnight; not too dim and not too bright. 

Kazuki’s presence. 

Kazuki. 

Kazuki’s very existence. 

What the hell is going on?

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After waving Miri goodbye at the daycare front gate on a cold, rainy day, Rei made a detour. 

“Please help me, Kyuutarou-san.”

“You scared me for a second, Rei-kun,” Kyu said as he prepared a hot milk tea for an unlikely visitor. “Given that Miri-chan had a fever last time you came to me like this.”

“Sorry.”

“So what is it this time, if she was fine?”

Rei started at the cup. It had a delicate, curvy handle. It had the same curly pattern on the side, too. It was emerald green and rich mahogany—

“Rei?”

He looked up, fixing his gaze on the shelves behind Kyu. He swallowed. 

“How is… Kazuki?”

“Why are you asking me? You two live together.”

Shit. “Uh, um, was he weird when he came here last week?”

“No?” Kyu was getting frustrated with this roundabout nonsense. “What is this about? Shoot. I don’t have all day.”

Rei felt like he was going to explode. He was filled with thoughts but no words. No words at all. He fidgeted on the bar stool while Kyu habitually polished an already spotless glass. 

“If you’re not gonna—“

“Okay, okay,” it’s spilling. Rei’s face was all scrunched up. Pretty face. 

“Kazuki kissed me.”

A brief silence followed the crisp sound of glass shattering; it slipped out of Kyu’s usually steady hands. 

“…alright. And what do you need help with?” Kyu said with a deadpan. 

“The glass…” Rei got up from his seat, only for Kyu to stop him with a show of hand. He sat back down as ordered. 

“I, uh, don’t know what to do,” Rei said to the cup of milk tea that had gone lukewarm. 

Never in Kyu’s criminal career had he thought that a fellow associate would come to him for personal advice. He took off the glasses and rubbed on the bridge of his nose. 

“Are you fine with it?” He asked. 

“Huh?”

“I said are you fine with it.” He is flustered. My word. Kyu thought to himself. 

“I mean, we’re partners—work partners. And there’s Miri. We take care of Miri, together. I don’t know. Is this fine? But, like, he was drunk. And he doesn’t remember. This is really weird. I don’t know…” Rei took a sharp breath, “Is this okay?”

“I can’t tell you that,” Kyu leaned back against the shelves, arms crossed. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Rei wanted to come up with an answer, but it was all just white noise in his head. 

“It didn’t feel, um, wrong. I guess.”

“Then there you have it.”

“But it feels really weird—“

“Drink your tea now. I have work at 10.”

“He also said I’m small waist—“

“You’re pushing it. Out. Now.” Kyu took away the untouched tea and dumped it in the sink. “The weird part, you’d have to figure it out. The two of you.” Kyu said to Rei before shutting the door of Yadorigi. 

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9:37 pm

Rei figured working out and watching something might clear his head—or occupy his mind.

Kazuki came out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. “Rei, you’re acting weird,” He glared. “Why did you go up and stay in your room this morning?”

And whose fault is it? Rei narrowed his eyes. “Nothing.”

“Eh, whatever.” He shrugged and resumed busily typing on his phone. Rei glanced over. It’s either the moms in Miri’s class or the girls at Fairy Lips. 

“Alrighty! Going out later.” Kazuki tossed the phone on the couch and sat down in front of the TV. “Tsk. I just showered.”

“Huh?”

“I said I’m going out.”

“…with who?”

“Dorothy. Why?”

“Nothing.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

The sound from the TV filled the otherwise awkward silence. The ice skater jumped but fell on landing. He then picked up the pace and nailed the remaining jumps flawlessly. He stood in the center of the rink, arm stretched in the glory, eyes searching for his coach in the crowd. 

And he found him. 

Kazuki gasped as the tender-eyed coach tackled the skater and both fell onto the ice. “They so just kissed. They totally kissed. No?” Kazuki turned around, eager to confirm with Rei what he’d just seen. 

“I’m going.” Rei released his hands and straightened his torso; his skin was dewy with sweat. It took Kazuki a few seconds to realize what he had just heard. 

“Wait. What?”

“I’m going out, too.”

He almost couldn’t recognize this man. 

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“Then I said,” Kazuki slammed down the beer stein and wheezed, “Girl, what if you float in the ocean because of your fake boobs!” Dorothy cackled and punched Kazuki’s bicep. “So that’s why she was talking about taking them out!” Rei sat and watched the two in hysterics, wondering if it was a mistake tagging along. 

But he had to know. 

“Okay, okay, whew.” Kazuki fanned himself, “All that laughing almost made me piss myself.”

“Gross. Go.” Dorothy jokingly slapped Kazuki’s behind as he stood up. 

“Hey! Hands off the private property.” He turned his head with a dopey grin. Dorothy giggled and shooed him away. 

“Sorry about that, Rei-kun. We were just talking about one of the girls.” Dorothy took a drink of water, “She’s retiring and moving to Okinawa to get married.”

Rei nodded politely, then down the beer he’d been clutching. “Dorothy-san…”

“Dorothy. Dorothy is fine. Don’t san me, makes me feel old,” she chuckled, chin resting on her hand. Rei had no idea how old she was. He couldn’t tell. 

“So, Dorothy.” He cleared his throat, “had Kazuki, uh, ever said anything about me?” 

“Oh, hun, he wouldn’t shut up about you,” Dorothy looked at Rei’s rather serious face, “My, he still hasn't done it, huh?” 

“Done what?”

“I thought that you came along tonight because—“ Dorothy paused, narrowing her eyes, studying Rei’s face as if he was a rare and fascinating specimen. “You two are some very funny people, you know that?”

“Eh?”

Dorothy flashed a knowing smile and leaned in. “I’m just going to tell you. I’d be doing that idiot a favor, anyway.” She gestured at Rei to huddle closer and put one hand next to her mouth. “He adores you.”

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2:03 am

“Dude, you were pounding it! What the hell?” Kazuki laughed, “Who were you trying to impress?” They were walking home, slowly, with Rei’s arm over Kazuki’s shoulder, and Kazuki’s arm around Rei. 

Rei pouted, eyes closed. “Nobody.” 

“And you got along so well with Dorothy! I mean, you’ve met before, but it’s not like—Hey! Keep those legs moving.”

Rei felt fuzzy and warm. He felt safe walking with his eyes closed. It all made sense now. 

2:35 am

Kazuki made his drunk roommate brush his teeth and change clothes before he collapsed on the couch. Too lazy to take another shower, Kazuki retreated into his bedroom. 

Then a knock on the door followed by it cracking open. It was Rei, wrapped in his blanket. 

“What’s up?” Kazuki asked. 

And somehow Rei took it as an invitation; he promptly waltzed in and climbed in bed next to him. 

“Hey, what the hell?”

“I’m sleeping here.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sleeping here tonight.” Rei burrowed in. 

How was Kazuki to say no to this face? He stared at Rei for a while, then settled back in bed. Only now he lay wide awake. After a bit of toss and turn, Kazuki glanced over; he could just make out Rei’s sharp features under the brightness of a full moon seeping through the blinds. He could hear him breathing, even and calm. 

“Pain in the ass,” he whispered, pulling the blanket to cover Rei’s shoulder. He remembered bits and pieces of the night when they had a going away party at Fairy Lips. There was a stupidly catchy song stuck in his head. He remembered dropping his phone, the hot shower, and Rei’s stunned face. 

In his fuzzy memory, Rei’s face was dangerously close. So close that he would’ve brushed his lips against his it if he’d stretched his neck just a little. Kazuki hoped that he didn’t. But he also wished he did. 

A petty face, under the moonlight. So hazy yet so clear. 

Some cold toes brushed against his ankle. Kazuki held onto that thought and carefully hooked his leg around Rei’s. Kazuki moved closer, and gently wrapped an arm around Rei’s slim waist, bringing their warm bodies closer together. 

Kazuki rested his eyes. 

Ah. What the hell. 

[The End]

Thank you for reading! This was so much fun for me to write!

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Ray helps you out after a bad day at work

"Hey honey, can you come and pick me up?" Ray knew that something was wrong by the tone in your voice, dropping what he was doing and pressing the phone to his chest to muffle the sound of him talking, then tapping Mickey on the shoulder.

"I got to go boss, stuff at home needs my attention." He knew Mickey would let him go, and with a soft smile and a nod from his boss, he was off. He lifted the phone to his ear, caught between asking what was wrong there and then and waiting until you were safe in his arms so you could speak without the stress of people around you. "I'll be there before you know it, just hang tight."

He almost sped, having promised you he wouldn't put himself at risk on your behalf when it came to something small. When he got there you weren't waiting outside, rather he could see you at the front desk in a heated conversation with a customer.

He parked the car and walked in, calming down when he saw you relax at the sight of him. He walked behind the counter and looped his arm around your waist, ignoring the irate man in front of him. "You're closed, what's he doing here?" The man deflated, he clearly had an idea of who Raymond was.

"He wasn't happy with his order, I've told him a million times that ingredients vary but he won't listen." Raymond turned to him, his face impassive but unwavering.

"Pay her and leave you or I'll make you leave, do you understand me?" His voice was calm, his tone filled with authority. The man nodded, throwing the cash on the table then racing out. "You wanna head home?"

You nodded, "please, I feel gross."

He hung your coats on their hooks when you got inside, dropping down to remove your shoes then standing up and pulling you into his arms, "you wanna tell me what happened? There's no way your feel like this after just one dickhead."

You sighed, "I've just been putting our fires all day long, I'm exhausted from all the fucking thinking. The day started with some of the kids from the private school up the road coming in and taking up all my time asking stupid questions, they didn't buy anything and did it just to take up my time and I couldn't tell them to leave because their parents would ruin me. And then a delivery didn't come and I had to sort that, then that asshole this afternoon. I've had it."

He took your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, "go and have a long, hot shower, I'll put out your favourite set of PJs then put dinner on. You won't have to think for the rest of the night." You smiled, already feeling the stress of the day melt away.

"Thank you Ray, I love you so much." He smiled, dropping his forehead onto yours.

"I love you too, now go and bathe, you'll feel better once you've had some time to yourself."

****

You could hear Ray getting your night clothes ready as you washed the day away, your muscles relaxing as the scent of your soap filled the steamy air. You stood under the stream until you felt comfortable in your skin again before getting out and drying off. You took the time to apply lotion to your skin and then slipped into your PJs and headed downstairs.

You could smell something wonderful coming from the kitchen, "what's for dinner my love?" Ray slung the tea towel over his shoulder and walked over to you, wrapped his arms around your body while he pressed his face into your hair. "Your favourite, plus chocolate lava cakes." You smiled and spun in his arms, pressing your face into his chest.

"I am one lucky woman." He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"It will be ready in a moment love, go and sit at the table and I'll bring it over." You did as he asked, sitting in your spot next to Raymond's at the long dining table in the middle of the room. He was there with the plates a few minutes later, setting one down in front of you and plopping himself down in his seat before placing his free hand on your leg.

"Eat up, you'll feel better once you've got something in your stomach." His hand never left your leg during the meal, his thumb running back and forth over the top of your thigh. "Good?"

You nodded, "really really good, thank you Ray."

He smiled, his hand leaving your leg briefly to stroke your cheek, "I'm glad, you ready for dessert?"

"Oh, yes please."

****

After dinner, you moved to the couch to enjoy some trash TV while Raymond rubbed the ache out of your legs, "you feeling any better?"

You shrugged, "a little, I still feel weird."

"Alright, you remember what we did together the last time you felt weird?"

You smiled, and pulled your legs away, moving to sit in his lap, "yeah, I do. Are you saying you want to do that again?"

His voice was gentle as he replied, "of course I do love, do you want to do that again?" You felt your skin get hot as his fingers moved from your cheek to your neck, stroking it so he could feel the thump thump of your pulse under his thumb.

"I would like that very much." He stood up, taking you with him and took your hand, walking you upstairs and into the bedroom. He sat down with you on the bed, your legs touching and linked his fingers with yours. "Would you like to pick the toys for tonight or would you like me to do it?"

You thought for a moment, "can you do it please?" Raymond smiled and stood up, walking over to his huge walk in. You could hear him in the cupboard with all the fun things, he must have known what he was looking for because he was back in a flash and dropping the super fluffy cuffs on the bed.

He went to your bedside table next and pulled out the wand, then checked that it worked before setting it down and coming to sit next to you again, "remind me what you're going to tell me if you want to stop."

"Stop, no, that hurts, the usual."

He smiled, "good girl." He started on your top, running your hands over the uncovered skin until he reached the buttons of your sleep shirt. He went one by one, grazing your bare skin as it was revealed to his eyes. He pushed the shirt off your torso then took your hand and stood up before running his fingertips down your stomach and to the ties of your shorts.

With a tug, the shorts were undone and he pulled them down your legs with your panties in one go, "arms please love." You held them out and Ray took them in one hand while reaching across and picking up the cuffs in the other, he leaned down and kissed your skin before sliding the cuffs over your hands and tightening them over your wrists.

"You good?" You nodded and Ray smiled, "great, lay down and get comfortable for me." You did as he asked, settling down with your head on the pillows while Ray moved to your legs. He gave them the same treatment, kissing your ankles then sliding the cuffs over your feet and tightening them before fastening them to the corners of the bed, "you still comfortable?"

"Yeah, I'm great." He smiled and removed his sweater, leaving him in a comfortable T-shirt and his pants. Ray smiled at you again then his lips found your ankle just above the cuffs, alternating from leg to leg until he reached your inner thigh. He kissed up your stomach and to your breasts, flicking his tongue over your nipples one after the other then to your upper chest and finally your mouth.

The kiss was soft and full of affection, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. He took over quickly, leaving you breathless and desperate. He pulled away, looking into your eyes, "hi."

He smiled down at you, kissing you again before pulling back, "hi love, you ready for more?" You lifted your head and brought your lips to his, Ray indulging you before pulling back just out of your reach, "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Yep, I can't wait." Ray rolled onto his side, reaching over your body to take the vibrator off the table and putting it on the bed between you then he ran his hands over each inch of your skin. He looked into your eyes when his hand reached your core, biting his lip when he found you wet.

"You're so good for me, I haven't done anything yet and you're already soaked." His voice was rough, tumbling over each sound as they came out of his mouth. His fingers were gentle as they moved through your slit, collecting wetness from your entrance to make sweeping circles over your centre.

He came in close, pressing his cheek to yours as he whispered in your ear. "You know love, you're all I thought about all day long. Unlike you, my day was very uneventful so my thoughts wandered, all I could think about was what we were going to do when we got home. I have to say, even though it was under upsetting circumstances, I'm glad you called me, I don't think I could have waited much longer."

You went to reply, your voice stuttering and Ray stopped you, "shhh, you don't need to talk, just let me look after you." You relaxed back into the pillows and Ray smiled, "there you go, now where was I?" His fingers became more insistent, working you up while his voice filled the air again.

"Right, work. We did have a new food truck on the street, I had a fish pie for lunch." Ray noticed how your breath quickened the more he spoke, his thumb found your clit as he slid two fingers inside you, moaning at how wet you were, "my good girl, always so wet for me." He lifted his free hand to your neck, going back to the earlier movement of running his thumb up and down your jugular.

You turned your head, exposing your neck and he took advantage, wrapping his hand around your neck and holding your gaze to his, "what's got you all hot and bothered love?" There was only affection in his tone.

"I like the sound of your voice, it's nice." He smiled and kissed you, then pulled his fingers from your body and picked up the toy, turning it on low and pressing it to your clit. He rocked the wand back and forth, turning it up as he pushed your hips towards him, "so eager, what am I going to do about that?"

You couldn't really think with his huge hand around your neck but you knew he didn't want you to respond. He clicked the wand one last time, turning it up all the way and chuckling as you flinched away from the intense sensation.

He kissed you, waiting until you adjusted to the vibrations before removing his hand from your neck and running his hand down your body. He shifted himself so he could slide two of his thick fingers inside you. You could feel the ridges of his knuckles as he pressed his fingertips to your G-spot.

Then he stopped, "hey, what gives?" He chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose.

"I just wanted to lose the clothes, don't worry, I won't leave you unsatisfied." He rushed to get naked, your eyes raking over his lean muscular body as he took his shirt off then his pants. He stood there is his tight black boxers, looking down at you with a smug smile on his face, "like what you see love?"

"What do ou think?" He shook his head, "yeah, I know what you're thinking." With a wink, he pulled his underpants down and his hard cock sprang free. He climbed back on the bed and onto you, running his hand up the outside of your thigh and back to your centre. "You're going to cum for me and then I'm going to give you my cock, how does that sound?"

You gasped as his lips found yours and his fingers met your flesh again. You moaned into his mouth as you came and then Ray was pulling his fingers away and slamming himself inside you just as the orgasm faded out. He buried his face in your neck, whispering praise into your ear, "my good girl, you're so sensitive for me. What would you like now, do you want the toy or my fingers on you?"

It was hard to respond with pleasure filling your body, "whatever you want." Ray kissed your neck, his beard scratching your skin. He picked up the wand again, flipping it back on and pressing it to your clit, "is that alright love?"

You moaned out a yes and his hips picked up speed, pushing you over the edge one last time before he painted your walls with warmth. "There you go, you feel better now?"

You nodded, your brain foggy. "I'm great, I can't think but I'm great." He chuckled, "that was the point, wasn't it?"

You sighed, "yeah, it was. Can you stay with me for a little while longer, I don't want you to get up yet." Ray smiled and kissed your cheek, moving to free your wrists first, rubbing the stiffness out of the skin before moving to your ankles. He pulled you into his arms and rested your head on his chest, running his hand up and down your arm.

"I'll stay with you for as long as you need but I know you don't like being sticky so I'm going to get up in a bit and get something to clean us up but I'll be right back. How does that sound?"

You sighed, knowing he was right, "sounds good, give me ten minutes?" Ray pressed his lips to your forehead, "that's fine with me."

Fin

[shoyosthighs]

1 Month Challenge

Hinata Shoyo X f!reader (SMUT 🔞)

Sum: A challenge came up by Hinata before he leave for a month of intensive volleyball training 🤭 (timeskip MSBY Hinata)

Warnings: +18 MDI, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral receiving (both ways), hard edging, dirty talk, daddy shoyo, 69, hard orgasm deny, creampie, basically really filthy smut

Word count: 2504 words

Author’s Note: Its been 8 years since I last written smut HAHA please spare me 😭 Im loving timeskip buff hinata currently and this plot is something similar I saw on p*rn so I decided to write it 🤭

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“Sho! Have you packed all your stuff?” You shouted from the kitchen from you and Hinata’s apartment. Preparing breakfast for him before he leaves for his intensive training in Brazil with the MSBY team in an hour.

“Yes baby” Hinata whispered in your ears from behind while snaking his arms to your waist and pressing you to his chest. “Can you pass me the soy-sauce, I made your favorite” you kiss him on the cheek while preparing his favorite Japanese rice with raw egg and soy-sauce.

“What did I do to deserve you baby” he wipe his fake tear smiling at you while passing you the soy-sauce.

“Baby girl, remember to take care of yourself okay? I will be back in a month. I know your college exams are coming soon but without me reminding you to eat you wouldn’t eat, so please remember to eat okay?” You nodded while pouting, didn’t really want him to leave.

“I will tell Yams to check up on you too” he side-eye you, knowing you will forget to take care of yourself once you indulge yourself into studying. “You’re so nagging haha” you pass him a cup of ice chocolate while ruffling his hair.

“Anyway baby, before I leave let’s come up with a challenge?” he asked while helping you wash the dishes and drying it. He pulled you to the couch and sat down while pulling you onto his lap, straddling him.

“What’s up your sleeve again?” You run your hands cupping his head from behind and play with his fluffy orange hair. “You see, I will be gone for a month and we won’t get to fuck” he said in a teasing voice. Knowing him, your high sex drive boyfriend for 2 years he will be having this dirty thoughts 24/7.

“And yeah what about it?” You rest your cheek on his chest and hug his waist instead. “Don’t touch yourself for a month, and when I come back I will breed you till morning” he smirk at you. “Hey not fair, what about you?” Knowing his horny ass he will probably run to the bathroom to finish himself off, “Both of us, it’s a challenge for both of us”

“I am up for it, but can you?” You tease him back. “You bet” he kiss you on the lips while carrying you into your shared bedroom, breeding you for the last time before he leaves for training.

It was already the 3rd week since Hinata has gone for his intensive training in Brazil, he had been sending you photos of himself shirtless almost everyday, but a prominent outline of his hard dick is seen on this jersey pants in every picture.

my ninja sho❤���: Im sooo horny baby🙁 i wanna ruin you so bad 😘

you: shoyo… HAHAHAHAA just how hard are you 🤣🤣🤣

my ninja sho❤️: Just you wait, 1 more week and you won’t be able to walk after im done with you 🙃

you: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Truth to be told, you was so close to touching yourself and relieving yourself, but you really wanted to see how long can you hold onto it. You busied yourself with studying, playing the new game you downloaded, eating lunch and having tea time with Yamaguchi in the cafe that you, Hinata, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima like to hang out in your free time. Yachi and Kageyama joined sometime too but Yachi has moved to Osaka for college and Kageyama was busy with travelling because of his volleyball career.

“So how are you coping without Shoyo?” Yamaguchi stop scrolling his phone, looked at you while sipping his frappe. “What do you mean?” You acted blur, you know what Yamaguchi was implying. But you didn’t want to remember anything of Hinata that will get you riled up.

“Oh come on, you two are the second horniest couple I have know. Well Tsukki and (tsukki’s gf name) being the first” he laughed since all of you had been friends since high school years.

“Not saying anything~~~~ don’t ask anymore before I tell your girlfriend you wanna get it” you smiled not hiding the intention of killing. “Jeez ok ok im kidding” he laughed while seeing his girlfriend of 4 years outside the cafe. You and Yamaguchi then meet her outside and walked home for a movie night.

Hinata had just landed into Japan, after getting into the van with the team he texted you to let you know that he will be home in 2 hours. You were eating dinner when your phone pinged, you replied him with a ‘Okie hurry up 😭’ you had missed him, 1 month without hugs from him was quite depressing for you, the house seems quiet without him singing loudly while showering.

You had brought a white crotchless underwear to surprise him, you quickly showered, change into an oversized white t-shirt and slip on the lewd panties. You turned on the tv while watching the 7pm show that you had been chasing since last week.

Time passed by quickly but you were getting sleepy, so you grab your blanket and wrap yourself on the couch snoozing off for a bit, thinking to have a 10 minutes nap before Hinata comes home. But your snooze was interrupted by Hinata’s loud “MY LITTLE BABY!!! YOUR FAVORITE ABS IS HOME!!!”

You jolted awake and rush to jump onto on Hinata, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Luckily your shirt was long to cover your ass because Hinata’s quick reflex supported them before you could fall. “I miss you so much baby” you whispered lightly while peppering kisses around his neck.

“I miss you so much too” he put you down on the floor and wrap his arms around your waist and kisses your forehead, nose and lips. After the small reunion, Hinata was in the shower and you were on the bed thinking about the steamy night that was about to happen. Just before Hinata went to shower he whispered “Prepare to be ruin by my cock tonight my little slut” this little cheeky tangerine, you thought as you clenched your pussy getting excited.

Hinata’s hands were running up and down your body as soon as he came out of the bathroom naked, “What? Im gonna fuck you anyway, why bother wearing clothes hehe” he chuckled when you glance at him in disbelief. He was kissing you slipping his tongue in to taste you while pulling off your t-shirt, he knew you didn’t wore any bra so he when straight at sucking your nipple while toying the other, his other hand going straight down south, wanting to feel how wet you are outside your panties but was caught by surprise when he touched skin.

“Do you like my surprise?” you said softly to his ear. He glanced up at you, “You are driving me crazy holyshit” he pushed you down onto your shared bed, brought both your legs up and spread your thighs wide to look at his surprise. “You are so fucking wet, you’re literally drenched” he move down collected some of your arousal and show it to you, “Sho, stop it. It’s embarrassing” you cover your face with both hand. Who knew not touching yourself and not cumming for 1 month made you this wet just by kissing your boyfriend.

“If you don’t move your hands away now, you won’t be getting any dick tonight” he said sternly. You were quick to remove your hand and he chuckled at how desperate you are. “You better not hold back your moans if you want to get fucked tonight you little slut” he turned your hip sideways, slip your panties off and slapped your ass, you moaned feeling yourself clenched again. “Do you hear me?” Hinata slapped your ass again when you didn’t answer, “Yes daddy” you whimpered, feeling extremely horny by how Hinata is treating you. Its really been awhile.

Hinata placed you back on your back and spread your legs again, hands holding onto the back of your thighs and diving into your drenched pussy, “Oh fuck daddy it feels so good” you clench your fist onto the bedsheets, back arching. You had been eating pineapple for the past 3weeks in prepare for today, “Why do you taste sweeter than usual baby? Did you had pineapple or what?” He lifted his head up to look at you, man the sight of him wet chin, wet lips full of your juice. You just nodded and clenched your pussy feeling the lost of touch, Hinata look down and the sight of your cunt clenched while juices dripping down made him want to just take you right here right now, but he steadied himself and dive back down to your pussy slipping his tongue into your tight pussy, tasting everything you have to offer.

Not even a minute had pass but you were writhing under Hinata, “Im gonna cum daddy” you whimpered, arching your back and grinding your hips into Hinata’s face desperate for the first orgasm after a month. You almost screamed when Hinata lift his face off your wet aching pussy, “Tonight you are gonna cum on my cock and only my cock” you whimpered a small yes daddy, panicking a little. When Hinata is serious he won’t hesitate to deny you orgasm and you wouldn’t want that.

“Now come and suck daddy off before I fuck your brains out” he lay next to you and you didn’t hesitate to take his already hard cock around your hand slipping the head to your parted lips, Hinata glances sideways to see you still dripping from your pussy, he tapped your ass and you turn back to look at him, lips still on his cock. “Sit on my face” knowing he loves 69 you quickly lift one of your legs and drape it over his head. Shifting your drenched slick infront of his face you move your mouth down to take Hinata’s warm cock into your mouth, “Oh fuck, your mouth feel so good” at this point Hinata wants to see how long he and you could stand denying orgasms before snapping.

You were a hot mess above Hinata, he had denied your orgasm 5 times while you had denied him 3 because you took slower stroke to work him up. Your pussy is literally drenched and sticky, you really couldn’t take it anymore its starting to hurt and you really need to cum, “Daddy please fuck me I need your cock” you turned behind and look at him. “My favorite” he lift himself up and you got on all fours facing the headboard, back arched with your cheeks squish onto the pillow. “Please daddy i am so wet for you, I had been a good girl, I want your cock please”

Hinata thinking he too couldn’t hold it back anymore line up his cock up your pussy lips rubbing up and down to tease you for a bit, he chuckled when you whimpered another please daddy and slip in all the way. You were so tight despite how wet you was prior to the foreplay and its driving Hinata crazy by how warm and wet you felt. “Holyshit baby you are so tight and warm”

You couldn’t think straight, all you could think was if Hinata were to move a few times you will cum soon. He slowly slip out dragging his thick cock veins around your walls and then slamming it back, “Fuck daddy im gonna cum” he continue to slam his cock into your pussy and then pull out completely and look down at your pussy, you were literally sobbing by now you clenched onto nothing and grind your hips wanting Hinata to just fuck your brains out.

You subconsciously slip your finger between your legs to relieve some tension on your pussy but Hinata hold your fingers by your folds, using his hand he guide it and circle it on your hole, you whimpered at how drenched you were, “Look at you wet and horny for me, since you’re being such a good girl daddy won’t hold back anymore okay” He line his rock hard cock back on your pussy and slip in, “I want you to cum hard on my cock okay” he leaned down and you nodded, preparing for his brutal thrust. At his 5th thrust your pussy had clamp down his cock and had you squirting all over your leg, you didn’t had the chance to tell him you were coming, Hinata had to pull out and watch you squirt all over the bedsheet and thinking how fucking hot you were currently.

“Look at you, so desperate to cum that you squirted all over our bed. What a little slut” he was gripping your ass and had continued his fucking your brains out. Your pussy is clenching onto him for the 4th time cumming hard on his dick and he had emptied 3 load of cum into your womb by then, holding you down while shooting his load into you. He weren’t kidding when he say he wanted to breed you.

Your lower half was sore by midnight, Hinata was now lying down with you on top of him grinding and whimpering at how hard he still is, both of your cum making your lower body full of white stains. “Sho- I-I can’t-t im gonna cum again” you grind harder onto his cock while throwing your head back, “Me too baby” he thrust up and hold your hips making you fall to his chest taking in the loud skin slapping and wet squelching sound you both produced, “Shoyo omg please please please harder im so close” he feel your walls clenching hard on him again and you cum hard onto his cock again for the nth time tonight while he shoot his almost nonexistent cum into you again, he really unloaded everything with nothing left. Soft moans filled the room as you lift yourself off his finally limped dick and plopped yourself beside him catching your breath.

“Stay here while i prepare the bath for you okay” you gave him a tired smile and close your eyes for a bit still feeling your body hot from the activity. Hinata came back and gave you a kiss on your sweaty forehead and carried you bridal style to the bathtub filled with warm water with your favorite bath bomb scent.

(EXTRAS)

Hinata was at the MSBY locker room the next afternoon for their short meeting/training regarding an upcoming match. He was shirtless was trying to put on his training jersey when Atsumu gasped, “HOLYSHIT SHOYO WHAT HAPPEN TO YOUR BACK?” All he could do was smile sheepishly and said “My little cat scratch me”

You weren’t spare either, you had to call Yamaguchi telling him you were sick the next morning because of how sore you were and you were literally limping even going to the bathroom. And had to cover the hickeys around your neck before going to school.

(A/N:It’s literally almost 4am here and Im also drenched after writing this fic, I HOPE YOU ENJOY 😭😭😭 reblog and comments welcomed ❤️)

[kpopdaebak-lol]

Monsta X • When they come home exhausted after a long day (and you end up cuddling) •

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Shownu

You’re in the living room when you hear the door open and close, a sign that Shownu came home. You look at the clock, he’s a little later than usually. You look smiling at the door expecting Shownu to appear any moment. But instead of joining you in the living room as he normally would, you can hear his steps going straight to your bedroom.

Worried you make your way upstairs. You knock softly on the door before you enter the room and find Shownu lying on his back on the bed, sprawled out over the whole width. His eyes are closed. He looks so tired, it breaks your heart to see him so exhausted. You quietly sit next to him and gently start rubbing his back, “Hard practise?” Shownu only nods and sighs.

You gently pull his head onto your lap and start massaging it and stroking his hair, and he hums quietly.

“It feels so good, don’t stop.” The both of you stay like this for a while before he sits up a little and you take the opportunity to pull him in for a long and tight hug. Shownu relaxes into it and you can feel his steady heart beat against your chest.

“Shownu, you okay, hmm? Practises normally don’t drain you as much....”

“It’s just been a long week. All I need is your warmth and some rest, that’s all. - I can feel your heartbeat”, he smiles with his eyes still closed, “I like it.”

You let yourself and him fall (gently) onto the mattress, reach for a blanket and put it over the both of you, covering you from head to toe.

You look at his face and kiss him on the left cheek, right cheek, top of his nose, corner of his lips, eyebrows... Shownu blushes a little but he enjoys the intimacy and closeness of this moment.

You stay under the blanket like this for a while, you listen to him quietly talk about his day, stroking his hair, face. Your eyes never leave his face, his follow yours.

“Thank you, y/n.” He smiles a little. You tilt your head smiling at him, “Are you feeling better?”

“If we can stay a little longer like this, I will.” You just nods smiling, pulling him in for another hug and you can see a relaxed smile on his lips.

Wonho

You can hear the door open and close while chopping some carrots in the kitchen.

“Wonho? I’m making dinner, do you want some?” When you don’t get a response you look up worriedly and make your way to the corridor. You find Wonho leaning against the wall his head resting against it, eyes shut tightly, he doesn’t look great.

With quick steps you make your way to him and hug him tightly. You can feel your heart tighten and pull, seeing him like this hurts you too. A deep sigh escapes his lips and his head slumps onto your shoulder. Somehow he seems so small.

“What happened, Wonho?”, you whisper while still holding him. “Just a long,” he takes a deep breath and exhales, “- long day.”

You stand there for a few moments not sure if you should move, but you can tell Wonho needs the comfort of your arms at the moment. So you just keep hugging him, slowly stroking his back with one hand.

“Come with me”, you say gently into the silence after some time has passed, while tugging at his shirt lightly.

He follows you with slow and heavy steps into the living room where you sit down on the sofa. You gesture Wonho to sit next to you and he slumps down, he places his head onto your lap so he can look up to you. “Wanna talk about it?”, you ask while tucking some of his longer hair strands behind his ear. He shakes his head “There’s really nothing to it, I’m just drained, that’s all. Worked out this morning, had a bunch of meetings about the upcoming events and then we started practising the new routine, it just killed me.” His eyes closed mid way explaining what happened and an exhausted smile lingers on his lips.

You lean down and peck them. This makes Wonho smile, but he doesn’t open his eyes. You stroke his hair again. “Can I get another? I think it makes me feel a bit better, you know?” You smile to yourself, relieved that Wonho starts to feel better. You shower his face with kisses, with each one Wonho relaxes a bit more. You stop your little attack when you hear a loud noise, so loud it makes Wonho’s eyes shoot open.

“Was that-?” “Y/n, that was embarrassingly loud, I am so sorry! I haven’t eaten anything since lunch time and I am starving...” you just chuckle while placing another kiss on his lips. “Let’s order some food, I want to spend some more time with you like this.” Your words make him beam up to you.

Minhyuk

You’re chilling on the sofa covered in a blanket listening to music when the door suddenly opens with a bang. You nearly scream at the sudden noise and person standing in the door frame. But you see Minhyuk enter the living room and slump down on top of you.

“Minhyuk, I swear if you do that again- you scared me!” To your surprise he doesn’t tease you like always but just mumbles something against the crook of your neck. You pick up on his state and the situation and gently start massaging his shoulders and neck, he hums.

“That bad, huh?”, you question quietly. Minhyuk doesn’t have the strength to lift his head and just keeps talking against your neck, it tickles quite a lot, but you try your best not to shift around too much. “Today was just... a lot, y/n...”.

You pull out the blanket sandwiched between the two of you and open it so Minhyuk can crawl under it too. His head is now resting on your chest, his eyes closed in exhaustion. You hug him tightly and he hums again, relaxing his body onto yours.

He sighs contently and you start placing soft kisses on his face and top of his head. When you stop he sighs even louder.

You chuckle a little but start placing kisses everywhere again. He hums again. Just to tease him and lighten the mood, you stop again. You can feel his lungs fill with air before he sighs even louder and heavier than before. You laugh a little and can see a smile play around his lips. You start kissing him again, stroking and tickling his neck gently. The both of you keep playing this game until a full smile forms on Minhyuks lips.

Kihyun

You are reading a book on your bed when you hear the front door close and heavy steps walk towards the bedroom.

Kihyun enters looking a little disheveled and tired. “Kihyun, you look tired.”, staying the obvious, hoping he’d smile. He tries to smile, but just looks exhausted.

You pat the place next to you, a little worried to see him in a state like this. Kihyun lies down with a sigh and puts his arms around your waist while you start rubbing his back in slow circles.

“Y/n, some days are just killing me...”

“Want to rest a little before dinner?” Kihyun just nods in response.

You keep rubbing his back and trying to keep reading your book, but you can’t really concentrate. You just want to make sure Kihyun is comfortable at the moment. His head rests on your tummy, his eyes are closed now so you keep comforting him with slow circles, light strokes.

After some time you can here him snore slightly. With your free hand you grab a blanket and gently place it over him.

Once it’s time for dinner, you carefully free yourself from his embrace. You stroke his cheek gently, giving him a soft peck before leaving the room quietly, making sure Kihyun is still asleep.

You start prepping dinner and try to be as quiet as possible. Some time later Kihyun wakes up and joins you in the kitchen, still a bit groggy from his nap, but the smile on his face is endearing.

You beam at him and give him a light kiss on his lips and hug him tightly “Slept well?”

He just nods and smiles into your neck.

You place a cup of tea in front of him and motion him to sit down.

“Sit. You’re not doing anything today. Dinner is in the oven and we can watch a film later if you want to.” While you prep the rest of dinner you keep pecking his lips every now and then, leaving Kihyun with a gummy smile and soft.

After dinner you make yourselves comfortable on the sofa.

You can tell Kihyun isn’t very focused on the movie so you start stroking his head again with some soft kisses in between.

Soon he falls asleep. You decide not to wake him up. Instead you make sure Kihyun rests comfortably. And both of you end up sleeping on the couch.

Hyungwon

You’re in the middle of baking some cookies when you hear Hyungwon come home. You can hear him walk to the living room, his steps slower than usually. Quickly you wipe your hands and make your way to the living room too. You stand in the door and watch him as he collapses on the sofa.

“Ugh why are meetings so exhausting? We’re sitting all day, but honestly, it’s worse than dance practise..”, you can hear him complain quietly into one of the pillows.

You take in the scene in front of you, him sprawled out, arms and legs everywhere, making your sofa look tiny, sighing so heavily it makes your heart ache.

Without another word you grab a blanket, place it over him and tuck him in, give him a quick peck on the cheek and lay on top of him, hugging him tightly. Hyungwon opens his sleepy eyes a little surprised.

“I’m sorry you had a rough day.”, you whisper. “It’s a little better already.” He smiles as you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, kissing his skin softly.

“Can we stay like this for a moment?”, he mumbles. You just nod and listen to Hyungwon’s breathing. Gently you start stroking his cheek and his eyes flutter closed.

“Do you need anything?”, you whisper, don’t wanting to disturb the serene moment. “Hmm I wouldn’t say no to those cookies I smell...” you chuckle lightly at his response and peck him on the lips.

“Tea, coffee or hot chocolate?”. Hyungwon grins now, he loves being babied by you.

“Coffee, please.”, he pretends to pout a little to make you laugh.

“Anything else?”, you ask in a chuckle. “Hmm another blanket please. And would you mind getting me a hoodie from the bedroom?”, he asks with big eyes.

You just kiss the tip of his nose in response and Hyungwon smiles back at you thankfully. “Anything for you.”, you whisper. You get up and quickly get everything Hyungwon needs and put on some more comfortable clothes yourself. Once Hyungwon got changed too, you place the blankets on top of him, pecking his lips and cheeks every now and then and he giggles happily, loving the attention and gentleness of you caring for him.

Quickly you make some coffee and prepare a plate of cookies. When you enter the living room again, Hyungwon opens the blankets for you to crawl in.

Once the two of you are comfortable he sighs, this time utterly relaxed.

Jooheon

You sit on the sofa, the lights dimmed, listening to some music and trying to get some work done. Every now and then you look worriedly at the clock on the wall, realising it’s getting quite late.

Finally you hear the front door open and close. Relieved you jump up and make your way to the door. You find Jooheon taking off his shoes, he looks so small and tired, it makes your heart beat in pain. You basically race to him, embracing him in a big and tight hug. Jooheon looks at you surprised,

“Y/n, you’re still up?”, his voice sounds tired and worried.

You nod against his chest and say quietly, “I wanted to wait for you. You didn’t sound great when you called earlier...”.

“Yeah, some things went wrong in the studio and it took us hours to fix it. My brain is fried.”, he relaxes into your embrace and you gently pat his back. After a couple of minutes just enjoying each other’s presence, you gently pull away. “Nooo, not yet!”, Jooheon whines a little. You give him a quick kiss on his cheek and take his hand, “Let’s just get more comfortable.”

You go to the living room and sit on the sofa and Jooehon places himself between your legs, his head resting on your tummy. He sighs a really long and deep sigh, slumping down a bit more.

When you start stroking his head he hums softly. “Y/n, you’re so warm.” You place butterfly kisses on his forehead, corner of his eye brows, eyelids, top of his cheeks, dimples, top of his lip, nose, making Jooheon giggle happily. You can feel the tension leave his body so you keep pecking his face until a bright smile manifested on his face. He keeps his eyes closed, enjoying your warmth, taking in your comforting scent, still smiling at the attention and affection he gets. You end up falling asleep like this and decide to take the next day off, having a long lie in and cuddling all day.

I.M

You’re sitting in your favourite spot at the window, watching the sun set, listening to some music.

You can hear the front door close and before you can even get out of the blankets and onto your feet I.M hugs you from behind, sighing loudly.

“Everything okay?”, you ask a little surprised. I.M just shrugs.

You tug at his shirt to make him come around and face you. He looks down at you with a small and tired smile, making your heart twist a little.

You decide to pull him down so he ends up straddling you. Gently you hug him again and he places his head on your shoulder.

“Thanks, y/n.” “I’m not doing anything... do you want to talk about it?”, you carefully inquire. He sighs again, “It’s nothing big, really. I’m just tired, is all.”

You start to rub his neck, trying to get the tension out of his shoulders. Slowly I.M starts to relax. Playfully you start kissing the side of his face which is next to you. You can feel him chuckle against your chest, so you shift him a little and start pecking the other side of his face too.

“Mmmh. I’m enjoying this, y/n. I don’t want to get up.”, he mumbles against your ear.

“You don’t have to.”, you whisper back, glad he’s feeling a little better. You grab a blanket with one hand and place it over the both of you. I.M nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, smiling relaxed against your skin. The sun is nearly set and it’s getting darker around you. But the moment is just too calm and warm to be bothered to put any lights on.

I.M is now in a full cuddle mood and you end up spending the whole evening cuddled up on the sofa, chatting quietly, I.M loving all the kisses and hugs in between.

...

A little different than the things I’ve written before, I hope you like it!

What comforts you the most when you’ve had a long and exhausting day?

-S✌🏼

[cosmiclatte28]

90′s LOVE (Sungchan x you, Mark)

The MV IS OUT!! and I really like their concept. This is like how EXO nailed the football concept and now NCT nailed the Hockey concept!! I am so excited that I have this in my mind... 

I hope this is not boring and yeah give Sungchan some more love! 

warning : i don’t want to soil the plot, but there’s some kiss..

PART TWO HERE

You bend to untie your skating shoes; you're done with today's skating class. The locker is already crowded with the trainee for the next schedule. The ice hockey team from your club is here to play today. They're the best team in town, NCT U Dinosaur and next week they are playing against Gorillas. You bet it will be an interesting match with the Dinos winning of course, there's no doubt with that tall new center they have and the super tight bond between the players. It's like their mind is already connected and they can always pass the puck with ease. You excuse your way to your own locker, well with their padded costumes and tall bodies, you're struggling to find your way to the locker.

"Excuse me," you say between each steps and the members are all friendly to you, hey they always meet you because your class is before theirs and so you always see them preparing themselves. "Oh hey there (y/n)," Mark, your best friend and secret crush, greets you with a quick side hug. He squishes your shoulder and you just laugh nervously obviously surprised and shy from what he did. He's super friendly with you to the point where you wish he can see you as someone more than a friend. He lets you go when his other friend calls him and you make your way to the end of the locker. "I see someone is left behind again," a tall shadow appears on your peripheral views. You sigh, knowing this is once again Sungchan teasing you for your one-sided crush on Mark. Well, you knew Sungchan earlier than you knew Mark, Sungchan once went to the same elementary school as you did, so there's nothing awkward between the two of you. You got separated but meet one another again in this skating rink. Him as a hockey player, you as a figure skater. "Shut up, he's called over." You try to push the negative thought away.

Deep inside your heart, you still have the slightest hope that Mark is liking you back. Sungchan just laughs at you, he puts his hand over your head wanting to ruffle your hair, but your bun doesn't allow him to. He awkwardly puts his hand down, lucky you did not realize this. "So, you're going to stay and watch us practice?" Sungchan has hope in his tone. You look around and see your brother Ten already entering the Barn (the rink). "I guess I have to wait for Ten." you stuff your skates into your bags and grab your slippers. "Oh okay cool. Wish me luck I need to warm up." Sungchan smiles to you, you just click your tongue, "Okay big boy, good luck." you fist bump him and he makes his way out of the room. You change your clothes and make yourself comfortable in the bleachers. With one cup of hot tea and a phone in your other hand, you waste your time on the internet. "Hey you wanna go home?" Ten skates to your side and asks over the rink. You see the time, and shake your head, "I got nothing to do, I'll watch you. Focus," you shoo him away and he just pulls you his nose scrunch face. Their practice ended nicely, and you have your eyes glued to Mark on all of the game. Dude, he's a good wing man and Sungchan is a tough center. His scoring is accurate and he's super calm in the midst of the game. Your brother is playing as a wing man too. Practice ended with Mark's team winning and they all crowded the room back with their sweaty bodies. After a shower, you find yourself going home with your brother. "Next week is game day, you must watch us!" Ten says excitedly on the way home inside the bus. "Sure, I mean I am on a term break for preparing the state skating, I can watch your games." You squeeze your brother's hand. "How's your practice today?" he asks you this time. You shake your head, "Not good, I cannot do the quad axel yet and my biggest rival, Taeyong, can do that easily. I mean even when we skate on different categories... I still feel I lost to him." Ten hugs you from the side and cheers you up, "Hey you're doing great okay, you just need a few more practices It's okay." You shake your head, "It's not. He did it in two tries and I still can't do it. Maybe mom is right, figure skating is not for me." Ten looks at you in amusement, "The hell are you saying? You worked hard from seven years old and you're thinking of stopping because of one move where people acknowledge as something nearly impossible to be done?!" You laugh at yourself, "Silly? maybe I should join the hockey team. Maybe Mark will pay more attention to me." You're open to your brother about your feelings, he knows your silly one sided crush on Mark and Ten has already told you repeatedly to move on, but you're so stubborn. "Still not over him eh?" Ten changes the topic. You blush and nod your head, "He's so sweet." Ten actually knows Mark is always sweet with everyone, no he is not a player. He is just warm and welcoming to all girls, Ten knows Mark longer than you but you never listen your brother. "For once can you listen to me?" he desperately sighs, you shake your head. Ten stops. "Let me just tell you this, someone else is always there for you, but when you're busy counting stars, you forgot the moon." Ten shuts his mouth afterwards and you find his sentence confusing. What is wrong with Ten? Sungchan goes back home with his roommate, Mark. Together they walk under the warm moon and talk about random things until Mark asks Sungchan about you. "So I heard you know (Y/n) right?" The taller guy just nods his head, "Yeah why?" "It's just that is she available?" Mark directly asks this and Sungchan is surprised, is he interested in her? No way this is happening. Sungchan notices the small smile Mark tries to hide but failed. "Well as far as I know she is not seeing anyone." Sungchan admits he really wants to lie and say you're not available, but you will kill him. "Oh a cute girl like her is still single?" Mark's eyes dilate twice in size. Sungchan rolls his eyes, "Maybe because she is waiting for someone to make the move." Mark whistles, "Classic, and you? You're dating anyone?" Sungchan blushes, "No one in the moment." Mark just nods his head, "Uh maybe you can ask her out, you seem to like her." Sungchan almost froze on his steps, wait was he really obvious? He wants to yell at Mark "Oh hell yeah I am asking her out when I know she has a crush on you... you dense..." He holds his words and just toss Mark a silly look, "Nah, not now. She's not interested in me." "Why not try?" Mark nonchalantly asks. Sungchan wishes he can spill the beans, but no he can't inside his heart he only scream "Because I know that I will just be her rebound when she realizes you're really not interested in her." "I don't know Mark, why don't you try win her if you like her." Sungchan tosses back the bomb and Mark just chuckles "I am already committed." "Hell what? You never told me!" Mark blushes, "Well it's not usual so I'm not really telling anyone." Sungchan understands and touches the shorter's shoulder, "Who is he?" Mark smiles, "Haechan, it's Haechan our defence." Sungchan smiles happily for his brother, he slaps his back, "Congrats bro!" Mark just giggles, "Thanks, come on let's go in!" They arrive at their apartment and Sungchan feels his head breaking down.

So how can he tell you Mark is unavailable, and he knows you'll be so heart broken. Sungchan thought of all the possibilities and ended up sleeping. He didn't see you anymore until the game day. You are there sitting on the bleachers with your oldest brother, Taemin and the two of you are super excited. You see Sungchan on his way to the dressing room and you dash quickly to see him, you just want to wish him luck. "Sungchan-ie!!" you reach his hand and he stops in track, looking back he sees you "Oh it's you!" his smile erupts. You hand him a chocolate bar, "Good luck! Score many points today okay? Play safe" you pat his back and he can't hide his silly face, "Thanks, I will do my best. Hey where are you going?" he asks when you move away. You mouthed MARK and leave him. That's when he realizes he should've stopped you from looking Mark but he's too late. Sungchan sees you frozen in track by the door of the locker room, the energy drink you bring for Mark falls to the ground and before he can reach for you, you've ran away. Sungchan wants to run after you but his captain Winwin calls him. "Shit," Sungchan sees Mark and Haechan on the corner making out and his smart brain is enough to understand you learn the truth the hard way.

Sungchan is a professional, once he is in the Barn, he’s busy with the game and he sets aside all of the emotion and problems. He’s determined to console you after the game, so first he needs to win this game and then win your heart.

The game ended with fantastic scores, Sungchan performs very well and scores many today. You cheer excitedly by Taemin’s side. The two of you jumping excitedly when the team wins.

You’re still sad when you saw Mark earlier, but here you are once again in the waiting room congratulating everyone in the team. You hold your tears when you get a hug from Mark. His hug sure feels different now, you know it you really stand no chance. You walk to your other friend, Sungchan and you surprise him with a hug. You never hug him first, but today you feel like he’s the only one you can trust.

“Congratulations” you whisper and Sungchan excitedly picks you up from the floor. You yelp but let him pick you up, well he’s way taller than you.

“Sorry,” he whispers back, “Sorry I did not run to you earlier.”

You gulp, oh so he saw you. “No don’t be. I’m fine. You need to focus on the game earlier.”

“Yeah I did, all because you came here and gave me the luck I need.” He still has you levitating and clinging to his big tall frame.

You squirm in his touch, “Okay put me down,”

“No. Not until you cry yourself and calm down.”

Your lips tremble, Sungchan sure is a smart man.

“I am not going to cry,” you lie to him

Sungchan shakes his head, “You will. I know you want to cry now. He’s gone already, no one is here you can cry.”

You sigh, “Please.. please put me down.”

He puts you down and sits beside you.

“I am a fool wasn’t I?” You bite your lips, eyes already wet.

Sungchan pulls you into his embrace, “Pour it all out.”

You stain his jersey with tears, and you punch his chest angrily.

“It hurts,” those are the last words you say before closing your eyes and just feeling the warmth Sungchan gives.

Ten comes into the room and catches the scene, he quickly runs to take you over and lets Sungchan changes his clothes first. The younger man did what Ten said and Ten also knew what happened. Well earlier once the game ended, he clearly saw Mark kissing his boyfriend, and Ten knows you’re crying because of that.

You look up to Ten and with hiccups you ask him, “Hyung,  I focused on the star.. and now when the star is gone… did I lost my moon too?”

Ten sighs, you remember what he said that night. Ten looks into the tall man who’s cleaning up his gears and smiles, he rubs your back and brings your teary face to see him, “Hey you did not lose the moon. I can assure you, this time the moon is still here.”

“Really?” you sniffle

Ten brushes your hair away, “Yes honey, you just have to look closely.”

Your eyes catch Sungchan’s tall figure and everything clicks.

“I’ll try, I don’t want to rush…” you shy away from Ten’s gaze.

Ten smiles, “It’s okay, he waited this long, he can wait a bit more.”

Sungchan hears that and just smile, he leaves the room so you two can talk more privately, but deep inside his heart he knows if he plays the game right, he can win your heart now.

 endddd 

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

White Pain

This was requested by the lovely @the-baby-bookworm​ who requested this:

<Hello my lovely! ♥️ could I please request for Sonny or Rafael where their S/O suffers from serious cramping due to her period and they look after her? Could also be them finding out how bad she has it 😅>

Hope this hit’s the spot lovely and is what you were looking for x

Warnings: Fluff

WC: 542

Enjoy x

The relationship was new and there was still so much to learn about each other but you were getting there slowly. It had a been a long time since Rafael had been in a relationship with anyone and there were some things he was slowly getting used to again after being single for so long.

Rafael had seen it in your face when you walked into his office before court that morning in your black ‘comfortable’ dress pants and the way pain etched across your face when you moved in your chair or when you stood up. You were always bubbly and affectionate, but today you were grumpy and not talkative.

Rafael came out into the hall during court recess to see if you were ok after he turned to walk back to his seat after questioning a witness on the stand and saw your pale washed out face, red glassy eyes and clenched jaw. Rafael seen you stumble out of the bathroom even more pale and clutching at your tummy almost doubled over. He rushed over to you and wrapped you in his arms, finally realising how bad you could get with pain and wanting to do anything he could to take the pain away.

“Mi Amor go home. I’ll cover for you with Liv. I’ll get there as soon as I can.” Rafael kissed your forehead.

You walked through your apartment door, hiding your keys under the door mat for Rafael, going straight to have a shower and changing into track pants and a t shirt. You popped some pain meds with water and crawled into bed turning on the TV to Netflix to watch your latest show you had been binge watching.

You heard the door open and close but Rafael didn’t come in straight away. You could hear his shoes tapping along your tiles in the kitchen and then he appeared in the door way toeing off his shoes carrying a hot tea in your favourite mug in one hand and a hot water bottle in the other. You sat up leaning against the head board watching as he walked towards you. Rafael walked over sitting the tea on the bed side table and moved the blankets down putting the water bottle on your lower belly.

You smiled and reached up threading your fingers into his hair,

“You’re so good to me Rafi. I’ am so lucky to have you”

Rafael lent down kissing your lips and then peppering your face with kisses making you giggle,

“I’ am the lucky one mi Amor. Dinner will be here soon. I hope I got your order right”

Rafael had ordered your favourite burger, cheesy fries and chocolate shake and had just come back into the bedroom after tidying the kitchen and showering, bringing you more pain killers before you went to sleep. Rafael got into bed behind you spooning you and rubbing soothing circles over your tummy nuzzling into your neck,

“I’ am so sorry you get into so much pain mi Amor. I wish I could do more” Rafael kissed your neck.

“You do more than you need to Rafi. It’s worth it going through it to have you take care of me like you do.”  

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[kirencer]

febuary seventh (i’m seeing you)

Y/n and Spencer's relationship collide around a single day: the one where they first looked into each others eyes.

[Or, the all of the secret love letters they wrote during the beginning of their relationship]

Word count: (part one and two) 9.2k

Warnings: Language

Rating: Gen audiences

A/N: it was too long for tumblr, so I broke it into two parts!! Enjoy. GN! Afab reader (it’s important, trust me)

Part Two

Y/n looked up. They had just finished reading Spencer’s journal, the one dedicated to them. Spencer was kneeling and in his hand was a small box, the dainty ring he’d gotten years ago from his mom sat in between the white.

“Will you, Y/n L/n, do me the greatest pleasure by marrying me?” Spencer said with his anxiety showing through. Y/n gasped and threw themself at Spencer, wrapping their arms tight around him.

“Yes!” they cried, pulling away for Spencer to slide the ring on their finger. Then they took a deep breath. “Wait here.”

They disappeared into the two’s bedroom, rummaging through some things before running back with a black binder in hand. “It’s only fair if you see my unsent love letters, too.”

Spencer grasped it and flipped the binder open as Y/n guided him to the couch.

“They’re in order but aren’t as neatly organized as yours - I stopped writing before you did, though.”

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For Spencer Reid, february 8th 2008 10:17 am

It was yesterday, a little more than 24 hours ago at 6 am that I was on a bus. Tiny, white and cramped, but now I realize it was actually a ferry to the love of my life. Even though at the moment all I cared about was when I was going to get to stretch my legs next, it still buzzed with excitement because I was about to be in your city even if you didn’t come to see me, that would’ve been enough. Being three feet away from you is more than enough. Being Two inches away from you is bliss. But your head on my shoulder is nirvana.

But then, only two hours after I had started my d&d campaign (the moon isles or something) there was an urge to look behind me. I tried to ignore it but I looked anyway.

What I saw scared me. Not because I’m afraid of you Spencer, but because I was scared of myself. I wanted to run to you and hug you, but I was too scared of scaring you away that I didn’t. My head seemed to spin as a second glance felt like a hundred years. Then a smile broke out on my face and I looked away. At first I didn’t think it could be you, I half screamed at the two people sitting on the left side of me. “Don’t look now, but my boyfriend’s here” of course they looked and Sophia told me that you were walking over here.

My insecurities flared up, but I remembered that you love me, even though I'm tired and probably covered in acne. She said you sat down behind me and I risked a quick glance, or two, or three times every two minutes. I tried to act as normal as possible even though if I looked back I would see the smile that lifted your cheeks when I looked at you. It was hard to focus on my campaign because it’s cliche, but I could sense you behind me and I was shaking. My friends were hyping me up to say Hi and I was trying to not scream. I ran to the bathroom, splashed water on my face and tried to calm down. I ran back, probably looking a little too excited. Ok, I was totally too excited.

My campaign finished up, you caught me staring at you a few times and my friends told me you were looking at me anytime we all made a loudish noise. After that, you followed us to lunch, well, followed me. You stood beside me and I said Hi, you replied the same. Then you grabbed your stuff and seemed to have left. I visibly deflated, my one chance to see you and I missed it. Then you came back, with a takeout bag in hand and some fries. I didn’t mention it already but you looked adorable in your glasses, from afar they look too big for you but then you see the big warm eyes behind them. Your cheekbones are so nice and everything about you is handsome, even more than I could have imagined. Photographs don’t do you justice. I hoped you had liked your dice, I got the red and black ones but I was scared you didn’t like yours.

You sat directly in front of me and my friends (Deriasia and Emma) immediately made fun of me and I almost died. At that moment. When you smiled and laughed. My friends gave us their blessing, which kinda fit because you were as tense as if you were meeting my parents.

I asked you to sit with me during the next campaign and you did (we snuck you in without paying). You played with the first character I ever played (Bida the high elf wizard). I was almost too distracted to really compete in all the things, instead focusing on you. You let me use your journal to doodle, a weird eye and a girl. Did you notice me fiddling with my hands? If I didn't keep them busy I probably would’ve put my hands in your hair or grab your hand. I remember you asking me if I needed a hug. I said yes and I think that hug is the most important one I've ever had. You laid on me and I didn’t care what my friends would say, all that matters was you.

My skin in two weeks will not remember the feel of your hair, my lips will not remember your cheek, but my brain forever will. At that moment, physical immortality is not as important as the immortalization of those touches.

They linger in my head, fuzzy and soft on my skin but they’re there.

I remember you telling me not to buy you anything (i still got you a resin skull magnet and dice) I remember flirting with you, i remember it all. I remember how you know all of Sappho’s poems and fragments, I want to remember everything about you. I know I won’t, you’re the one with the crazy good memory, after all.

I wish I would’ve looked in your eyes and told you that I saw you. I wish I would’ve pressed my lips to yours, but then again there’s always next time. And next time I will, even if it’s right in front of the whole world. Because I love you. I really fucking love you and everyone can suck it. I love you.

And I think that’s all that matters.

____

I have waited almost six months to hold you in my arms, and now I wait longer. I hate myself, I didn't hug you. I should’ve.

I didn’t tell you I love you enough, I didn’t kiss you properly. I wish I did.

Currently my arms ache to hold you, my eyes burn to see you and my lips yearn to touch yours. I can’t wait to indulge myself in thousands of kisses, I hope they are as sweet as your skin. Kinda licked my lips after kissing your nose, cheek, and right under your neck. You taste sweet, I think I'm addicted.

I still feel the ghosts of your touch on my skin, I love it. I love you. I want to have your actual skin under my fingertips, to hold you when you wake up from a bad dream, to dance with you under the stars. Decide what song is ours and argue over how cheesy it is. Cry on the day we say our vows, cry at the birth of our first child, cry when they go to school, cry when they grow up, cry when I realize that we did it. I can’t wait to have life with you.

If there’s such a thing as soulmates then the word was made to describe us.

I love you.

____

I fell asleep, I woke up right before you texted me. I dreamt about you, in my mind I fell asleep with you in my arms. In my mind I am sitting in a cafe, right across from you drinking tea.

I prefer it to real life, by about an infinite percent. My friend came in and basically yelled at me to let him use my box, I told him to fuck off. I know I won’t be able to fall back asleep but I do hope to continue my dream tonight. Currently im trying to believe that you think i’m “stunning” it’s starting to work it’s way into my mind that i’m not ugly.

Spencer, I love you.

You have such an effect on me, the first week we were together you weaseled your way into my mind. You sprouted a tree that is still a sapling but has rooted to the core of my mind, slipping into my heart and spreading through my limbs. You’re almost a drug (the only one I approve of).

You’re poison, searing through my veins and warning my skin. But you’re not toxic, you’re candy, sugary sweet, something tangible that almost floats in and out of existence.

If you are a God, I am your most loyal patron.

____

Time is meaningless but it goes so fast, only eight minutes left to talk then my day ends. So many more ‘I love you’s I could say.

But time will not permit our love, that’s fine, I’ll wait it out till the end.

You’re worth it.

Seven Minutes

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You always deny that you’re adorable, and that’s so adorable.

It’s frustrating sometimes because you’re so beautiful you deserve to know it. But oh well, i’ll just have to prove you are.

I told you I’d rather go on a date with you first before doing anything sexual. you also deserve to know your love is all I need, not your body (that’s just a perk)

You’re hot, sue me!

____

In the shower, I have most of my daydreams. Ranging from cotton candy clouds to a place where my parents accept me. However, the best daydream i’ve ever had is about a boy. A boy with chocolate brown eyes and a beautiful smile. Ding Ding Ding, his name is Spencer.

My dream is about his last name, well it involves it. I imagine myself talking to him while I say an important speech, in front of a crowd of people. I’m talking about our relationship, about how much I love you, and how much I can’t wait for the next chapter of our life to start. I always tear up when everyone is quiet at the end, and then you say what you have to say. It’s fuzzy and I don’t remember any of it (kinda want you to make your own in the future) but after you say it. It's time.

You say two words, so low only I and the person standing next to us can hear, “I do”

That’s the best day dream I’ve ever had, because I know it won’t be just a dream (I hope)

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The best part of my day is looking at any photos from you: they always make me smile. Even when my day has been utterly terrible, your bright eyes are always a light in the dark.

I often don’t even need to think about you to have your smile in my mind, it’s just there, like a constant bright sunshiny beam. A single thought about you makes my day, a single touch my year, remembering that you’re mine makes my life a whole much better.

You, make living better.

I live for you, you’re all I ever want to have.

Je suis fou amoureux de toi.

____

So uh, you might have noticed but I don’t know how to talk to people, let alone talk to you.

It’s not that I have nothing to say, I have too much to say. It all bubbles in my mind and makes me jump on topic every three seconds. But when it comes to you, I'm stuck on which way to tell you I love you.

So, how about all of them?

I don’t need to focus on a single part of your face to know that it’s beautiful, but I do. All the parts work in harmony, like a choir. But individually they are still beautiful. I love every single inch of your face, individually and together.

I love you for your personality, I fell in love with a genius who is so much more than his memory or intelligence. Then I fell in love with a sweet boy who whined when I said self deprecating things. When we first met, I instantly fell in love again, with a shy boy who would look up at me from under his lashes.

Fuck, my mind is racing too much to distinguish anymore. But, I hoped I showed you.

That, I love you now, and forever will.

Happy Valentine’s day, my love.

____

Happy anniversary, god I can’t believe it’s been five months already. It seems just yesterday I was crying over whether or not I should continue liking you (i had told myself I wasn’t good enough for you).

Well, turns out I was wrong. I’m just enough for you. It doesn’t matter to me anymore if you’ll ever leave me, well, it does, `but there’s something more important, you being loved and being happy is what matters. And I can’t wait to give you what matters.

I love you babe! I’ll try to write more to show it.

____

My mind is a cavern of echoes, words (well a name) revertibrating in my skull.

The things used to be about art, school, anything slightly important.

But now, it’s filled with the most important person in my life. Analyzing the color of his hair (a warm brown), thinking of his eyes, thinking of his name and my name with a change; Spencer Reid (and sometimes Y/n Reid) has taken over my mind and burrowed into my soul.

I think if the red string of fate was real then we’d have been connected when we first met. Fuck, we are connected.

If we weren’t why would I have fallen in love with you? It was fate that I sent a letter to a wrong address, fate that I stumbled upon the boy that would change my life for the better.

Our souls are connected, being pulled because of the distance though, and I can’t wait to be with you. Not two halves of a whole, but two souls that fit like a puzzle piece.

I love you, and you love me. Even though I'm a coward.

When we have a daughter, her name should be Rhiannon. We will both dote on her like the goddess she is. Just a thought :>

____

You were in my house today. I think I'm dying, I'm wearing your sweater. It smells like you. I think you left it behind on purpose.

You smell really nice. It’s not like a cologne or anything, but it's nice. You’re nice

You kissed me. You’re a really good kisser. You should do it again and again and again.

I got the news yesterday, my transfer went in, I'm sending my letter to you tomorrow. I know you’re in my city but I'd rather it be like this.

I don’t think i'm going to write any more, don’t think that means i don’t love you!!

I am going to hold you for hours, I promise, I love you.

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Spencer finished reading and smiled up at his new fiance. “We were such dorks! It's crazy how similar we thought.”

Y/n nodded and looked down at their ring. “We were dorks in love! Um, so how do you feel about the name Rhiannon?”

“It’s pretty, but I don’t think we need to be worrying about baby names - we need to figure out how to tell my team we’re engaged.” Spencer quipped, wrapping his arms around Y/n before it hit him.

Y/n’s morning sickness, the weird secretive doctors appointment, and what they had just said. “No!” he whispers, a smile growing on his face, “I’m gonna be a dad?”

They nod and bury their head into Spencer’s chest. Spencer can’t stop the smile that beams across his face. He grabs Y/n and spins them around in his arms, “This is the best news!!”

He pressed a deep kiss to Y/n’s lips, then went onto his knees to wrap his arms around Y/n. “Jason Derek Reid if it’s a boy and Rhiannon Penelope Reid if it’s a girl.”

Y/n smiles and nods, “I was thinking the same thing.”

“Let’s be on the same page, forever from now on, okay?”

They nodded, Spencer’s hands finding place on their back as he pressed his lips right below Y/n’s navel. Y/n’s hand’s dug into his hair: “Forever.”

Years later the two do indeed wake up on a Saturday morning to impatient kids who demand to be made pancakes. Sometimes after a hard case they do dance at three am in their underwear. Sometimes they do a lot of things in their underwear. They’re together in every way imaginable.

And to them? It’s the most important thing that could ever be possible.

The End

part one

[queen-bunnyears]

Chapter Four ~ Boxing Day

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader, Tom Holland x Reader (not at the same time)

Summary: Every year with Christmas Tom, his brothers, some friends and you rented a house in Scotland to celebrate the holidays and New Years Eve with a lot of friends. Last year’s christmas you and Harrison had something special going on, and this year he brings his new girlfriend. Chaos ensues.

Am I ignoring corona christmas lockdown in this fic? You bet your ass I am.

This is way too fluffy, but I am a big softy today. 

Wordcount: 2,1k

Warnings: alcohol, accidental slicing in a finger, cursing, kissing.

Chapter three - Epilogue 

26 December 2020

“Morning dreamy, wanna have some tea?” The scent of strong tea hit your senses, and you slowly got up. Tom stood next to the bed, in his sweatpants and tank top, a cup of tea in his hands. His hair was wet, he obviously just had a shower. He looked good. God your brain should turn itself off.

“Yeah thanks Tom,” you took the tea from his hands, sitting up against the headboard you slowly sipped your tea. Tom sat down next to you, being unusually quiet. You set down your tea to ask him what was the matter, but his hands attacking your sides made it obvious. A scream escaped your lips as you tried to get away from his tickling hands. You were out of breath and laughing hysterically by the time you finally escaped. The plush carpet felt soft, somewhere in the struggle you had fallen off the bed. Tom’s head stuck over the edge of the bed, as he had managed to stay there when you fell down. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah, fine. I’m gonna get you back though,” you launched yourself back onto the bed, trying to tickle him, but he was way too strong for you, and moments later you were squirming again under his teasing tickling fingers. You were both laughing as you almost fell off the bed again. When you started to near the edge you decided to take him down with you, both of you tumbling off the bed into a heap on the ground. 

“What the fack is happening here?” you and Tom looked up to see Sam and Harrison standing in the doorway. 

“It sounded like someone was dying, of having the weirdest sex ever,” Sam said.

“So you thought let’s check?” Tom laughed. When the heaving of your chest had slowed down a bit you felt like you finally got some oxygen again. You got up and sat down on the bed again. 

“Don’t worry guys, I still have my clothes on,” 

“Well,” Tom said, eyeing you up and down, “Can you really call that fully clothed?” You looked down at your sleep shorts and big shirt and shrugged. 

“I am wearing a bra Tom, that is so much more than you could have asked for,”

“Yeah only cus you didn’t want to take it off last night, because you were drunk,” he shot back and you laughed. Sam cleared his throat. 

“Well we leave you to it then. Breakfast in thirty minutes, you coming to help y/n?” 

“Yeah I’ll be down in five,” you replied, scurrying off the bed to go to the bathroom. You grabbed your clothes, but you didn’t miss Harrisons pained look when he closed the bedroom door.

“So, you and Tom having fun?” Sam said. You looked over at him. His face was awfully neutral. 

“What exactly are you asking Sam?” 

“Well, all I know is that you and Tom seem very close, much closer than last year,” He said, cracking an egg into the pan. You ripped the plastic off the big slab of bacon. 

“Well yeah, we have gotten a lot closer this year. I spent some time in Orlando for work when he was filming there so we saw each other a lot. And he came to visit me in New York, remember,” you said, carefully cutting strips of bacon, “Plus the summer holidays, but you were there right?” 

“Yes I was,” he said, “And Harrison? Have you seen him this year?”

“No, not really. I called him several times but we never really spoke,” you said. You resumed working in silence, and you started to wonder. Did something change with you and Tom? You had always been  close with him. The clowns of the group. But last year something had changed. After you let go of Haz you and Tom seemed to get closer every time you saw each other. You were so deep in your thoughts you didn’t notice you had cut into your hand until Sam took the knife out of your hand. 

“Y/n, you okay?” only when he asked you, you felt the stinging pain in your hand. A big part of your hand was red, and it was a miracle the bacon seemed to be fully clean. 

“Yeah I’m okay. Let me just,-” you put your hand underneath the tap, turning it on to let some cold water run over your hand. 

“I’ll call Harrison,” Sam said. Harrison was the one with a first aid certificate. Moments later he and Lily came into the kitchen. Lily quickly ran up to you, examining your hand. 

“I am a nurse, is it okay if I look at it?” she asked. 

“Yeah sure, it’s probably nothing big though,” you said. 

“It isn’t,” Lily said, taking the first aid kid from Harrisons hands, “But you were cutting raw meat, and it shouldn’t get infected.”

She put disinfectant on the cut and opened the plaster box. 

“Wait, do you guys really have dinosaur bandages in your box?” she asked. You snorted. 

“Yes, it’s my kit, and I noticed everyone gets happy when they get a dino bandage. So I got them, and trust me, it works like a treat,” Lily laughed with you, and wrapped your hand in some bandage. 

“Here you go, and be careful dear. You don’t want to cut your hand off,”she said, turning around and grabbing Haz his hand, “Come on Hazzi, let’s go upstairs, I wanna shower before breakfast.” 

Harrison stared at you, and then followed Lily. You cooked the bacon, put all the fresh bread rolls on trays. Tuwaine got into the kitchen and helped you and Sam set up the table. 

“Hey warrior, what did you do?” Tom was hardly understandable, his mouth stuffed with bread and nutella. He pointed at your bandage, and you felt your cheeks burn.  

“Cut myself while cooking,”

“She was completely zoned off,” Sam said next to you. You rolled your eyes.

“It was not that bad, I am fine,” you rolled your eyes to Tom, who looked way more worried than he should. “Really Tom, I am,”

Boxing day was tv day. Every year a series or movie was chosen to watch, lots of spiked hot chocolate and snacks were prepared. Basically movies and day drinking. Harry had brought the collection of Sissi movies. Three long old movies, perfect for the occasion. All the couples shared couches, and soon you and Tom were left alone. You made do with a lot of pillows and a blanket on the ground. In between the first and second movie you had to go to the bathroom, so you got up. In the hallway you bumped into Harrison.   

“Haz,” you said, putting your hand on his arm. He looked up. “Can we talk?” you asked, gesturing to the empty kitchen. 

“Eh yeah sure?” 

“Are you okay Haz?” you asked, when you were in the kitchen, shutting the door behind you. When he didn’t answer you continued, “I feel like something is weird, if you get what I mean. Did I do something wrong?” At your last question he finally met your eyes. 

“No Y/n, no. I am the one who is acting weird. I don’t know,” he said, “Actually, I do know I think.”

“Then please tell me. I worry about you,”

“It’s just. I feel weird about you. Weirdly possessive. I shouldn’t but you know,” he let out a small breath, “You are a bit of a weak spot for me. I love Lily but I care about you and,”

He stopped talking and put a hand on your shoulder. 

“I am being stupid. I just want you to be happy. I made a choice and I am very happy with Lil but. I miss you,”

“Haz I,” you didn’t know what to say.

“I miss us being friends so I am angry at everyone here who is your friend,” he raked his hand through his hair, “I suppose that’s it,”

“We can be friends Haz, please,” you said, cautiously wrapping your arms around him in a hug. “Just contact me somewhere during this year. I would really appreciate that,”

He laughed in your hair. “Will do, I promise.”

“Now I would love to hug you a bit longer, but I really need to pee,” you said, breaking free from his arms. 

“Always the charmer aren’t you,” he replied, a big smile on his face, “Wanna have some extra spiked hot chocolate?” You nodded and walked to the hallway again. 

“Y/n?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Thank you for asking,” his face is flushed red, and you smile softly. 

“No problem Haz. I missed you,”

The last two movies flashed by you. You wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what you had seen, it was all a blur. What wasn’t a blur was your mind. You were lost in your thoughts. Tom gently nudged your shoulder. 

“Hi, is everything alright?”

“Yeah just super tired. Like I-really-gotta-sleep tired,” you murmured, smiling sleepily to him. The booze, cooking and all your feelings had drained every last bit of energy from your body. Tom said nothing, but he scooped your body up and carried you upstairs. He put you on the bed, laying your pyjamas next to you.

“Go, sleep. Harry cooks tonight, he said something about pizza. You have done enough,” he softly stroked your hair. With a soft kiss on your head he left the room.

You woke up in a mess of blankets, pillows and your pyjamas that Tom put on the bed but you had drifted off before you could put them on. The door opened and you looked up. 

“Did you sleep well?”

“Like a damn baby. God I was so tired, how did you guys deal with me?”

“We love you,” he said laughing, easily catching the pillow you sent flying his way. “Did you talk to Haz? He seemed a lot more at ease,”

“Yeah we talked, he told me he missed being friends. Everything is fine now,” you told him. He stood in the door, and you sat up in bed. 

“Well, now we are here,” he said, “I have a Christmas present for you.”

“What? We never do Christmas presents?” you said, your mind was still a bit foggy from your sleep. 

“Yeah I saw something that I wanted to get you so I figured, let’s call it a Christmas present,” he rummaged through his suitcase, finally sitting down on the edge of the bed with a small wrapped box. He gave it to you. You softly shook the box. 

“It isn’t gonna explode right?” He shook his head. You tore the gift paper from the box. A small jewelry box laid in your hands. You opened the lid, and nearly dropped it. 

“Tom, this is beautiful,” you exclaimed. He let out a breath, the nervous look on his face disappearing. Inside the box was a pretty ring, one you had been fawning over at Covent Garden months ago. You had decided not to splurge back then, and had regretted it not even moments later. “From that day in Covent Garden right?”

“I bought it when you left. You were so sad that you left it so,-” you threw your arms around him. 

“Thank you so much,” 

You got out of the hug and took the ring from the box. It fit your pink perfectly. You looked up at Tom, to find him staring at you. 

“Tom,-” he pressed his lips on yours in a searing kiss. His hands flew to your face, and you were shook. Tom was kissing you? You kissed him back, but as abruptly as he started, he broke the kiss. 

“I am sorry,” he murmured, getting up and stumbling away, heading towards your door. 

“Get back here and kiss me again you asshole,” you said, getting out of the bed as well and taking large steps towards him. He met you halfway, your lips collided. If you thought the first kiss had been good, boy you were corrected now. Tom's lips seemed to melt together with yours, his hands seeming to find a weak spot in your neck immediately. When his tongue brushed yours you were sure you died and went to heaven. The world could come crashing down around you, and you wouldn’t have cared. 

You knotted your hands in his shirt. His touch felt like fire, igniting a warm feeling in your chest. He gently pushed you back until you hit the bed. You let yourself fall onto it, taking him down with you. The same bed you had been play fighting in this morning. But now Tom was kissing you and you never wanted it to end.

Epilogue 

[hazbincalifornia]

Soiled Tea

Chapter 23: Blitzo gets home and contemplates things.

Warnings: As always, mpreg, and brief mentions of underage drinking. Generally shitty thoughts about babies.

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“Blitz.” There was a pounding on his door, and it took a few seconds to process that it was Loona. “You’ve been in there for like three hours. The fuck happened?”

“Piss off!” Blitzo called back, scrolling mindlessly down Voxtagram with only a pause to scrub at his sore eyes. The phone buzzed with another text from Stolas, and he swiped it up without looking like the last twelve. A growl rumbled from behind at the door, and the scratch of Loona’s claws dragged down the wood.

“Fine, don’t tell me! It’s not like I care either way, I just want to know if you’re going to start bitching at me over whatever it is!” Loona’s weight creaked the floorboards as she padded away from the door, mere moments before Blitzo’s stomach growled.

Oh. Right. He hadn’t eaten properly in days, and the little fucker was going to be feeling that.

...It’d be easier to starve the bastard if it wouldn’t hurt him too. He only realized that his fingers had dug into his stomach when the red glow fluttered in and out, and his teeth gritted as he pushed himself off the bed, the creak reminding him how badly he needed a new mattress and frame. Stolas sleeping on it the other day couldn’t have helped, and it was going to collapse under him one of these days. There was probably some kind of metaphor in there he didn’t feel like puzzling through at the moment.

Moping later. Food now. He was pretty sure they’d stocked up a few days ago, so unless Loona had eaten everything since he’d been out, he could make some cup noodles and curl back up on the bed in peace. Loona was draped over the couch with screams and gorey splatters echoing from the TV when he exited his room, and she raised an eyebrow at seeing him mere moments after he’d told her to piss off. Blitzo sighed.

“Look, I just want to bury my sorrow in some cheap-ass junk right now, got it?”

She pointed to the freezer. “Try the strawberry scoop.”

“Thanks, dear.” First he needed to get the noodles, though. Blitzo opened the cabinet, reaching for the cups before brushing against a small bag. Why did he have a bag in the…?

His fingers froze, touching the edge of the packet- it was Stolas’s tea from their café meeting, tied with a pretty little bow. He’d mostly been over the nausea hump by the time he’d gotten it so it had been stuffed in the back of the cabinet, and right now, it was leaned against a partially-opened hot chocolate packet that must have been years old. It made the wood smell both moldy and chocolatey-fresh. Over the last few weeks, the powder had seeped into the mix of the tea- and probably ruined it too. There was an ant curled up in front of the fancy little bag which was almost certainly dead, flat on its back with legs curled heavenward.

The thing was moving again, but when he smacked the side of his stomach, it turned over a little with a shudder and stopped. Progress.

His hands were shaking by the time he pulled the noodles out from next to the tea (and next to the hot chocolate, and some expired crackers, and the little baggie of rat poison he’d borrowed from Millie and Moxxie’s closet) and began boiling the water to prepare them the same way he’d done hundreds of times before. No thinking required. The TV droned on in the living room, but the volume was low and he could still hear the water dripping from the leak over the fridge and his own heartbeat.

Casually, he leaned back against the countertop as he waited for the water to soak in, then realized that angle made the bump stick out even more, and also that he’d never actually taken off Stolas’s shirt. The knot in the back was thick and hard on his back, and it pressed on his protruding vertebrae against the granite. He tapped the end of his tail next to a stray protein bar wrapper on the countertop before sweeping it towards the trash. It missed, fluttering down to the dirty floor like a dying moth. Blitzo scooped up the cup, stabbing the top with a fork before bringing it back to his room and turning on a video of some idiot screaming at video games to drown out whatever thoughts couldn't be suppressed otherwise.

Loona didn’t bother him for the rest of the night, but he could hear her slam the fridge’s door shut and pop open a can of something around ten. He peeled off the shirt and went to bed.

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An hour after going to bed, he realized that the sex-sweat stuck to his skin was itchy, sticky, and smelled like shit. He managed to last approximately fifteen more minutes before dragging himself off the bed and crawling into the shower, flipping on the water and twisting it to scalding. He didn’t bother to scrub anything down, simply letting the pounding water pelt into his body until the caked sweat slid off like a bug shedding its skin.

Loona was still in the living room, playing some kind of racing game. They made eye contact for a few seconds and she sighed, chucking him a chocolate bar that she’d fished out of the cushions at some point during the night when he’d been in his room.

Sure, she couldn’t actually eat it herself anyway, but the gesture was nice, even though his teeth felt kind of fuzzy when he flopped back on the bed again after pulling on a worn-out band tee that had become a crop top at some point even before the pregnancy. 

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The kid was moving. Of course they were. It wasn’t like he could ask for sleep or for them to allow him to pretend they didn’t exist for a few hours, could he? They were just a lump of stupid meat, they didn't know any better than being an annoying pest that their daddy couldn't stand. He screamed into the pillow again. It didn’t help.

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Maybe he could join the circus again. He had new, better jokes now. Like his life. (That one would have gotten a laugh, or at least it would have with a crowd that wasn’t drunk off its ass- or maybe that would have been the exact audience for it. Kids were never drunk enough, and the ones whose parents shoved bottles at them to get them to shut up just puked everywhere. Their taste buds weren't developed enough yet, it just tasted like piss half the time before you got used to it. He still remembered the smell of the cheesy chips incident.)

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Had Stolas planned this all along? He’d sure as fuck seemed to think that Blitzo had already known what the deal was, and maybe he’d wondered a little, but come on, the guy had been so excited, anybody would have figured that he wanted to be the one to raise it. Babies were (literally) shitty little leeches on the lives of whoever was unlucky enough to pop them out, but Stolas had been so pumped for another kid, obviously he’d wanted to raise it. This was entirely his fault. This was entirely his fault. Blitzo was a smart guy, he'd find some way to get out of this. He'd made it this far, hadn't he?

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Could he get out of this? He tried to remember exactly how the deal had been phrased, but then realized that Stolas would probably yank the book back if he did manage to find some way to kill the thing without offing himself. Well, shit. That’d suck, and he’d probably lose Moxxie and Millie in the bargain, and then him and Loona would get chucked out on the concrete and have to forage for scraps until they managed to mug some particularly wealthy sinner. Could you pass on syphilis through bites? Loonie’d probably know. It was something to keep in mind as a potential threat.

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Did orphanages do speed dial? No, Stolas would find it somehow. He probably had some kind of magic tracking device for occasions like this.

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God damn he needed a better mattress. He could still feel the indent where Stolas had been if he rolled over just right, and he smacked at it until it felt like the rest of the bed.

It didn’t actually help that much, but at least when one spot got hot, he could roll over a little to the cooler half without sinking in.

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What would it even look like? Would it be kind of cute or some mutant monstrosity? Both its dads were hot, so it would have to have something going for it if it wasn’t just some horrible moaning mess of feathers and patchy skin.

He hadn’t really minded the thought of being, like, an uncle or some shit. There for the fun parts, popping in like twice a month to jingle keys above its face and teach it to play paintball. If Barbie had squeezed something out after fucking around when they were still a duo act he could have dealt with that as long as they didn’t have to sleep in the same room- he didn’t really mind kids that much in small doses. They could be fun little chaotic monsters, even though they were judgmental as shit and smelled fear.

With this, though, he couldn’t just hand it back when he got bored, and he always, always got bored or scared or- fuck, not thinking about that.

He would try scrolling Voxtagram again, but he came across an ad for maternity wear before trying to go to sleep the first time and nearly chucked the phone. 

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The only thing that kept him from rolling off the bed and grabbing a hard drink to knock him out, baby be damned, was the fact that he’d found a spot that almost was comfortable in the sheets now soaked with sweat again. Unfortunately, the clock said it was 5:13 AM.

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The alarm blared directly in Blitzo’s ear and he whapped it with a pillow, slamming it off the bedside table and into the floor. It was definitely broken now from the horrid cracking noise, and he groaned, scrubbing at his eyes. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck."

“Morning, sleeping ugly,” Loona said as she gargled mouthwash in the sink. She had the bags under her eyes that probably matched his and said she’d been drinking more than usual last night. Smart kid. He’d picked one that he could be a parent to without changing diapers for a reason- so he could be supportive to an actual person and not just a screaming little meat-lump that couldn’t even drink or smoke yet. Maybe Stolas could make it magically grow up so he wouldn't have to deal with that shit? “You gonna finally tell me what the fuck happened? You look like you watched the apartment blow up and you smell even worse.”

“Come on, honey, I showered-” Blitzo cleared his throat. To be fair, sex-stink didn't come off that easily when you were going at it for days, and Loona had always had a real sensitive nose. “Daddy’s maaaaaybe got a little tiny problem,” he muttered, and she raised an eyebrow.

“And that problem is? Usually, you’ll be upfront about why you’re being a whiny-“

“Apparently,” he started, and his tone made Loona’s mouth snap shut, “Stolas thought I was going to be the one actually raising the little bastard.”

“What the fuck? You two didn’t clear this up months ago?” Her claws dug into the counter as one eye twitched, and a bit of mouthwash foam dripped off her chin.

“I didn’t think we’d have to! He wanted the thing, he’d take it, that made sense!” He dragged a hand down his face, and Loona leaned back against the sink, crossing her arms. The foam hit her top, soaking in next to the left tit.

“So get rid of it.”

“I can’t, he enchanted my guts.” Blitzo snatched a butter knife smeared with long-dried jam off the table and aimed it at his stomach- moments before it touched the skin, red flashed. His hand shot to the side, preventing anymore more than a slight scratch. “I don’t even want to know what’d happen if I tried to take a pill or something and puked it up. Explode, probably.”

Loona sighed. “Well, this is fuckin’ peachy.” She crossed the kitchen, grabbing some toast that popped up, pressing more down and dropping the plain bread with a pad of butter on the side on a plate in front of him. “Toss it at an orphanage.”

“It’s gonna be a freak, it’d probably just get mauled. Imp kids are vicious, especially orphans, they’ve all gotta fight for table scraps.”

“Why would you care?” Loona shifted a little on her seat. “You get rid of it either way.”

“Stolas’d kill me.”

“He likes your dick too much, he wouldn’t. I’m not changing diapers. Why can’t he take it again?”

“He thought his wife would shank the fucker. Considering she tried to stab me, it’s probably not that far off. I’ll find some way to-” he yawned. “To pawn it off or something. Maybe we find somebody that likes exotic pets.” His head swam with visions of a shiny, gilded cage containing a little feathered imp that wore sequins and hissed at anything that got too close. He stabbed at the butter. “I don’t want this either, alright?”

“But you went along with having it anyway, and with me, you wanted-” She cut herself off and drummed her fingers against her bicep. “This is your fuck-up, I’m just saying don’t drag me into it.”

“Very reassuring, thank you,” Blitzo muttered, sarcasm thick enough to gore like it was a pig. "We have any coffee?"

"I finished it the other night. We can go to that place on Sixth before work." Loona snatched her own toast as it popped up too quickly to actually have toasted any and stuffed it in her mouth plain, tearing off a bite and chewing in a way that was reminiscent of thoughtful. “I don’t think he’d be nice enough to let you die when it pops out, and you screw up all the time and haven’t completely ruined your life yet. You can figure shit out from there. Maybe we can sell them on the black market and move out of this fucking dump, or you can flutter your eyelashes and get him to change his mind. Worst comes to worst, it's sharing your room.”

“Thanks, Loonie,” Blitzo mumbled around a mouthful of bread. “Always know how to cheer me up.”

The phone buzzed, and he was about to ignore it again until he saw that it was from Millie.

“Still at Stolas’s or coming in to work today Blitz? Moxx and I miss you :)’

Blitzo wiped crumbs on his pants and groaned before typing back.

‘yeh im coimin back’

He added extra jam to the bread before shoving the rest in his mouth, and the kid kicked his bladder hard enough that he almost pissed himself right at the table.

Today was gonna be fuckin’ peachy.

[segafan37]

Shadamy Snippets: Pain, Pain, Go Away

[Amy's POV]

Wet. Cold. I'm wet and cold.

My teeth chattered, and my body shook from the freezing temperatures that seemed to only surround me. Despite my body's protests, I quickened my pace. The ominous sound of heel meeting tile echoed behind me, but I shook the fear away and kept moving.

I can't look back. I can't face it now. My only mission was to get to warmth... And far. Away. From her.

I slammed the door unintentionally, but I didn't care much. Leaning my back against the door, I sighed a breath of relief.

"What a day." I moaned.

I dully looked about my apartment, then eyed my reflection being displayed from the mirror at the end of the hall. My hair, clothes, face, and body were drenched. My schoolbag, which I just registered was being smothered under my grip, was just as wet. I relaxed my hand and took a peek inside it. Thankfully, its contents were dry.

I sighed, with another moan.

"I am never going to listen to the morning forecast, again!"

I slouched to the floor as the events leading up to my unfortunate state kept playing over and over in my mind.

~ FLASHBACK ~

After chatting it up with Shadow, I had decided to take the bus home. A light rain had begun to fall when I had entered the bus. I didn't think much of it though. I just took a seat next to a window and watched the rain descend.

As I sat further into my seat, a foul smell reached my nose. My face turned up, and I quickly covered it, not at all being discreet. I tried to search for the source of the stench and soon realized it was coming from the purple fabric that covered my chair!

I turned in my seat to study the fabric closer and saw a large outline of an old stain. I cringed. I had a good sniffer and accidentally got a whiff of it too.

It smelled like a mixture of rotten tuna fish and BO. EW!! I was horrified. More trauma occurred when I realized the ends of my hair had just rested on that spot.

Quickly, I collected my belongings and went to take a seat on the other side of the bus. I wrapped my hair up into a tight bun and gazed at my old seat. I shuddered in disgust.

I can't wait to get my own vehicle!

The rain turned into a heavy downpour, as I settled into my new quarters. My stop was three blocks away from my apartment. I had no umbrella or jacket, and I knew if I didn't hustle, I would be soaked to the bone. Once the bus came to my stop, I moved as fast as my legs would allow, but it wasn't enough to prevent my current state.

Since our elevator stopped working, I had to use the stairwell and walk up the many flights to my apartment floor. I shivered and grumbled all the way there, only stopping to give a gloomy "Hey" or an occasional "Hi" to passersbys.

My attitude quickly changed when I felt her presence. I kept myself at a steady pace, not daring to look down at the person a few flights behind me.

I could feel her eyes piercing into me and sending all kinds of negative emotions. I was relieved when I reached my floor and my apartment, which laid at the end of the hall. When I was just entering my home, I could hear the stairwell door opening.

~ END OF FLASHBACK ~

"Well, at least she can't hurt me in here." I resolved.

Wow. That was pathetic, but I didn't care. It was the only thing that was keeping me happy.

I clenched my teeth, trying to control my chattering. I still hadn't gotten warm yet. I wondered what would be the fastest way for me to get warm. I hugged myself and looked about my home as if the answer was hidden amongst my belongings.

Maybe I should make some tea and stand by the fireplace? On second thought, a mocha sounds better! But hot chocolate is faster... Or perhaps I should take a shower?

A faint sound of a door slamming a few apartments down came to my ears. From where I crouched, I could hear yelling. It was hard to make out, but I could just interpret some of their conversation.

"That's it! I want that woman out of this apartment!"

"Martha, what's wrong!?"

"I've had it with her, John! I'm calling Jasmine. She needs to go!"

I leaned the back of my head against my door and groaned, gazing up at the ceiling.

Seriously! Now, she's trying to get her cousin to throw me out!? How could she do this to me! Wasn't her tongue lashing enough!?

I closed my eyes, as the balls of my fists tightened. I wanted a memory wipe; to forget everything that had happened, but I couldn't stop thinking about that horrible woman!

I sighed. How could a day so good, turn so wrong!?

An unpleasant smell reached my nose, and I realized that it was coming from me.

Yeah, I'll go for the shower.

With a huff, I slipped off my boots and socks, leaving them at the entrance with my schoolbag, and headed towards my bedroom.

Water dripped off my face and clothes, as I stumbled through my bedroom door. My once tight bun was now lop-sided and unraveling, and a mixture of rain, sweat, and stinky feet fumed from my body. I was a complete mess! I moaned again.

My conscious noted that I was doing a lot of that lately, to which I replied with an eye roll and another moan.

Do you really think that doing that will help you? My conscious questioned. If anything, you should go talk to her and get some closure instead of moaning and -

"Fine! Alright, already!" I conceded, silencing my little voice, and walked away into my bathroom. "I'll talk with her. But later."

I turned on the shower, and heated vapors soon filled the room. Steam engulfed me, as warm droplets washed away my pain. I closed my eyes and inhaled the warm steam, as my mind slowly brought me back.

I could see myself standing on the stage greeted by a roaring applause. My friends' whoops and cheers above them all! The initial shock I had, when my friends told me of the live-stream video they did, and the crazy comments towards Sonic. There was also my chance encounter with Shadow and the lovely chat we had! He actually gave me a lot to think about...

I even had a peaceful moment on the bus listening to the rain, before I discovered the stench. A chuckle escaped my lips. That was kind of funny now that I think about it.

I opened my eyes, still daydreaming. The shower water reminded me of the raindrops that trailed down my passenger window. I could just hear them, beating against the roof of the bus.

I didn't mind the rain. Some people thought of it as a bad thing or a nuisance, but I liked it... if I didn't get caught in it.

These were good memories. The right ones to think about. Everything was perfect! Then the heavy downpour came and her along with it.

I thought of how she approached me. Her face showed nothing but self-righteousness and reproach, and her eyes were full of hatred towards me. But for what! I never did anything to her, except exist! She thinks I'm the villain in this story, but I'm not!

Our conversation was short, but her words pierced like a knife!

To think my husband and I thought you were a decent young lady! We trusted you, brought you into our home, fed you! Thinking that we were being hospitable to a sweet young lady. All the while, we were being tricked by your pretty little face!.. and sadly, your little plan worked. But we see you for who you are now... a cunning, deceitful, little temptress!

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Excerpt from Shadamy fanfic “12 Years Later: A New Dawn”. YOu can read the rest of this chapter and more on Wattpad, DeviantArt, Quotev, or Webnovel.

[creamypudding]

Woeful WIP Wednesday

I last touched this WIP in August 2020. It was for the AkuRoku beard event I had tried to get underway for World Beard Day which is annually on September 1st. I never finished the story because it was getting very technical with beard related care products and a lot of sex. Like a lot of it. I have notes where they fuck each other like 4 times? On the couch, in the shower, in bed. I don’t know why I stopped writing it. It’s outlined but I ran out of steam and interest.  As much as I am a smut-writing champion you’d be surprised how often I write stories only to run completely out of steam once I get to the smut. Go figure. In this story Axel and Roxas are in a long distance relationship and have a wager on who can grow the better beard. It is rated T and stops a bit before the ‘good stuff’ was going to happen. Word count - 2385 If you enjoy this, or any of the other WIP’s it would be great if you would let me know. Cheers.

Homecoming

The date, time, and location were set; 1st April, 6pm, Olga's—a favorite haunt of their family and friends’, and the best place to get Polish sausages. Roxas stood a little way down the road from the establishment, his two suitcases; a small one stacked on top of the large one, in hand as he looked at his reflection in his phone's camera. He brushed at his Banholz beard; big, bushy and grew to about his mid-chest. He had oiled, brushed, trimmed, and shaped it to look its best, for today was a monumental day. 6 months ago he had been dared to grow a beard by his boyfriend, Axel. Roxas had agreed but only if they would have a competition to see who could grow the best beard, to be judged by a panel of their relations and peers. 

Roxas thought himself ready and walked on, wheeling his suitcases along behind himself. This competition was the precise reason why Roxas now entered the cozy restaurant. It had been booked out for the occasion and was filled with family and friends who all greeted Roxas with raucous cheers of— 

“Roxas! You’re back!”

“Good to see you!”

“Is that really you under there?”

“Axel! Axel, your competition has arrived!”

The suitcases were tugged away from Roxas and the throng of people around him cleared revealing, there, across the space, standing at the head of a banquet table laden with bigos, golonka, pierogi, schabowy, placki, pączki and a range of drinks like compotes, oranżada, piwo, and żubrówka, was Axel in familiar jeans and a black shirt with flame motifs that Roxas had bought him as a gift two years ago. They looked at each other across the space.

Voices sang out, praising the magnificent beards they both sported.

Roxas saw Axel’s thick, dark beard; a Bandholz, like his own. They walked toward each other and stopped in the middle of the floor. Roxas craned his neck to look up, Axel smirked down.

“You look like a real Viking,” Axel said.

“You look like a mismatched pirate. Didn’t feel like dyeing your beard?”

“It’s too much red. Makes me look like a tomato. I’ll show you the photos of when I tried.” “Cool.”

They grinned at each other and Axel threw his arms around Roxas, lifting him off the ground in a tremendous hug. Roxas’ face got smothered in the scratchy beard but he still giggled and when he dropped back to the ground hooked his hands around Axel’s neck and gave him a chaste peck on the lips.

They pulled apart laughing a little. 

“That’s something new to get used to,” Axel commented, rubbing his lips.

Roxas nodded and threaded his fingers through Axel’s.

“Come on everyone,” Sora, Roxas’ half-brother, shouted over the crowd. “Now that both our competitors are here let's get the judging going and then eat!” Cheers of enthusiasm rose and Axel and Roxas were ushered before the panel. 

Roxas and Axel were examined in turn, their beards evaluated for physical appearance: thickness, length, feel. And then for popularity, which opened up to the entire group of assembled people.

Roxas grinned up wildly as he was crowned Beard King and received a victory parade amongst the shoulders of his friends to wild chanting before he was dropped on his ‘throne’, which was just a high backed chair in the middle of the banquet table laid out. He was presented with an enormous hamper of goodies relating to beard care and then Axel took his seat next to Roxas and everyone joined in on eating all the delicious food before them.

Much talk was had over dinner regarding Roxas’ time away—as he studied in a different state and only came back home over the summer and Christmas breaks. He was caught up in everyone else’s lives as well and then after three hours of eating, chatting, and boozing, wished everyone a good night as well as thanking everyone for crowning him king and coming out, and then he wheeled his luggage to Axel’s red Kia Cerato coup parked at the restaurants car park and got in to go back to their place.

“What does my liege want to do when we get home?” Axel asked, fondling the tip of Roxas’ beard as he drove along the street.

“I want to go through that basket of goodies with you, play with your beard, and play with you. I’ve missed you so much.” Roxas clasped Axel’s hand and rubbed it against his cheek.

Axel stroked him when he stopped his rubbing motion. “At least we get three long months of being together until you have to go back to college.” Roxas groaned. “It’s going to be so good, even when I do have to go back because we’ll be able to video call and won’t have to keep this beard stuff a secret from one another anymore.”

Axel nodded. “Yeah. If I had known what we were getting into I might not have agreed to this. Six months is too long without seeing your… well… rugged face. I can’t really call you pretty now, can I? I didn’t actually believe you’d look so much older with a beard.” “C’mon, you didn’t even think I could grow one. Not that I know why. You’ve seen dad, he’s always had a really respectable circle beard.” Axel shrugged. “I guess I look at your baby face and just… could never picture it.” “I’ll make sure we take a lot of photos so you’ll never forget. Have I shown you photos of dad from when he didn’t have a beard? I get my baby face from him. Underneath his beard, you’d think he’s twenty years younger than he is.” “Can’t say I’ve seen those. So when you’re fifty you’ll look thirty?”

“You know it. I can be your baby-faced sugar-daddy.” Roxas cracked up laughing at Axel’s bewildered scowl.

“For one, you are only two years older than me, and two, at this moment I’m your sugar-daddy since I work.” “True, but once I finish my degree and start working I’ll make so much money that you’ll be able to go part-time and look after our fur-babies.”

A strangled noise left Axel’s throat. “This is why I love you so much. You’re willing to protect me from a grueling working life.” Axel quickly leaned over, Roxas also leaned in and they shared a small kiss.

Roxas giggled. “So tickly and hairy.” ----------------------------------------------------

They arrived at their small cottage-esque house which they were renting. It had an undercover carport, a disheveled wooden fence, dry grassy patches, and a dead flowerbed. The door opened up right to their living room. A hallway ran through the door on the right, leading to the two bedrooms, and bathroom, with a separate toilet, and to the left of the living room was a door which led to the kitchen and laundry. Their backyard was an overgrown monstrosity which Axel only tended to when the landlords came around for inspections. The house was drafty, they were pretty sure black mold grew in the vents in the laundry and bathroom, but it was affordable, small, and let them live together when Roxas came home over college breaks.

Axel helped Roxas get his bags out of the car, they stowed them away to deal with later and sat on their plush, tan faux-leather couch whilst rifling through the content of the prize basket.

“It was really nice of everyone to pitch in and get us this gift basket,” Axel said, pulling out a beard-care kit consisting of several brushes, some oils and waxes, and a few trimming essentials.

“What do you mean us? This is mine.” Roxas glared, but he couldn't repress the bubbling-inside grin.

“You're really gonna use all of this Beard Candy and King of Wood all by yourself?” Axel held up the respectively named balm tin and oil bottle.

Both of them giggled.

“I might.” Roxas grabbed for the bottle. “I am king of wood.”

“You're more candy, darling.” Axel snatched the bottle and shoved the tin at Roxas.

Roxas gasped with playful offended. “Not true. I am King Beard. Everyone thinks so. We had a vote, remember?”

“We did. You really want to keep all this to yourself though?”

“Nah. WHat’s mine is yours—Oooo! There’s dye and glitter!”

Axel looked at the packets Roxas held up and went diving into the basket. “Ribbons too. Who do you reckon snuck this stuff in?”

Roxas thought for a moment humming and hawing. 

“Sora!” they both shouted in unison and cracked up laughing.

Axel put the items he held down and got up. “You want anything, babe? Tea? Hot chocolate? Water?”

“A tall drink of something hot and sweet.” Roxas made eyes at Axel, who grinned broadly. 

A spark of lust ignited in Axel’s eyes. He stepped close to Roxas, bent down and kissed him, pushing him against the couch. The hairs against Roxas’ lips tickled. He wrapped his arms around Axel’s shoulders, pulling them chest to chest and Axel climbed up to straddle Roxas’ lap. Roxas pushed his tongue into Axel, who sucked gently. Both of them hummed and pulled apart. 

“I do actually want a drink though,” Roxas sniggered.

“On its way, sugarplum.” Axel slid off and headed to the kitchen.

Roxas’ cheeks were plump and hot from all the smiling. He had missed Axel so much. He listened to Axel banging away in the kitchen, as taps turned on and off, drawers and cupboards opened and shut, and container lids popped in and out of place. Roxas kept looking through the goodies in the basket. He really appreciate everyone's support, but most of all Axel's for doing this with him—even if they were pitted against each other. 

Axel talked to him from the kitchen. They talked about Roxas’ flight home, Axel's job and then Axel was back, carrying a tall mug of steaming liquid, gasped with whipped cream. He set that down on a coaster before Roxas and put a much more sensibly succeed mug down for himself, filled with what smelled like chili tea.

“It's so good to have your back, babe.” Axel leaned over and kissed Roxas, who cupped Axel’s cheek and stoked along where skin met beard. Roxas could taste the light spice on Axel's lips as he had been sipping his tea before he had come in.

Axel left small touches on Roxas’ arms, trailing up to his neck where slender fingers caressed and rubbed. Roxas melted into the touch and hungered with his kissing of his boyfriend.

Axel pulled away, licking his lips. “Have your drink. I slaved over it.”

“Oh, what hard work it was to push buttons, wait for water to boil, and open the fridge to get whipped cream out.”

“It was the hardest. I had to do it all without you there.”

Axel was being ridiculous but it twinged in Roxas’ heart. “Okay, I retract my previous sarcastic remark.” He grabbed his drink, snuggled closer to Axel, and licked at the cream and sipped, humming with appreciation.

Axel looked down at Roxas and simply said, “Yum.”

Roxas huffed out a small laugh and felt his cheeks turning pink. He was glad for his beard.

“You're giving me all sorts of ideas looking like that.” Axel quirked an eyebrow.

Roxas’ stomach knotted. Having been debited their webcam sessions made him feel excessively deprived of his boyfriend touch. “Kiss me.”

Axel obliged, leaning down, sucking Roxas’ lip onto his mouth for brief moments and then flicking his tongue over Roxas to lip, licking the cream off which gathered in his beard.

Roxas held his drink away from the both of them and gently pulled on the end of Axel's beard, drawing the other man in for another kiss. Roxas pulled away then, humming. “I've missed you, babe. Let's never have a comp like this again.”

“Your beard as itchy as mine feels?” Axel scratched at his chin.

Roxas chuckled. “No. It feels pretty good, but I mean the not being able to see each other bit.”

“Ahh, yeah. Agreed. I mean, this,” he brushed the fuzzy edge of Roxas’ beard, “is actually surprisingly attractive on you, but I get what you mean.” Axel leaned in and hushed against Roxas’ love, “Your voice in my ear is honey to me but seeing you touching yourself is my bread and butter.” Axel kissed Roxas behind his ear, making him shiver.

Roxas nuzzled Axel's cheek, making them both giggle because their beards tickled.

Axel clapped Roxas’ thigh. “C'mon, let's do some beard stroking and grooming. I want my beard to look like Nori from the Hobbit. Which dwarf do you want to be?”

Roxas laughed. They had been talking about the wacky beards of the dwarves from that movie trilogy for at least two months now. “Gloin. His beard is magnificent!, plus, I found a packet of beads at the bottom of the basket.”

Axel nodded. “All right, my glorious Norse God. Let's doll each other up.”

Roxas giggled with delight.

They spent the next two hours taking turns combing and braiding each other's beards. Roxas split Axel's dark, silky beard into three prongs, found done large clasps to target the end and hair-sprayed the shit out of the two outer parts of the beard to make them stand stiff and jut out from Axel's face.

Then it was Roxas’ turn. Axel sectioned parts off, braiding and beading the thick, wiry hair into the desired shape. 

They shared many kisses throughout and traversed down memory lane as they recalled the early days of growing out their beards and how itchy the first few weeks were. Thinking about it made both of them itch.

When their beards were all finished they took a photo as a keepsake.

“Are you sure you want to shave off our chin-curtains tomorrow?” Axel asked, touching Roxas’ dark blond hair.

Roxas burst out laughing. “Chin-curtains? Are you getting attached to yours? You've been doing nothing but complaining about it for months.”

“Well, I like all the touching. I like us sitting together and doing each other.” Axel couldn't keep a straight face as he said that.

Roxas rolled his eyes as he smiled brightly. “We can still touch each other no matter what.” He slid an arm around Axel's waist.

[imnotwolverine]

Field of dreams

Henry Cavill x OC Lisa - multi-chapter fic

Author’s note: The Scottish highlands, some bear tears and a whole lot of (outdoor) loving. 

Word count: 4.432

Disclaimer: fluff and smut

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This is part 19 of the Tea for Two series. 

Find the Masterlist here. 

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Tall wet grass blades licked my calves as my rain boots plowed through dewy fields, the tiny water drops sparkling in the light of a watery sun as it slowly rose over the steep Scottish hills.

It was about 7 am and the world around us was slowly waking up, its wild scenery conjuring itself up from the stormy dark of the night before. It had rained all night and the animals were glad to be out and about again. Birds chirped their morning song, supple wings carrying them with grace through the rain heavy skies, while a few big Scottish highlanders mooed at me and Kal.

Henry had left for an early start at work - I don’t know how that man could be such an early bird -, so it was just the two of us as we slowly trodded to the set that lay a few miles north of the cottage we resided in.

After months of jet setting through the hustle and bustle of large cities, it was almost unsettling to not have a single person around for miles.

What if something happened? What if I got hurt?

I pushed the thought aside as I was greeted by Kal’s wet nose pressing into my hand, his big paws quickly zooming past me as he continued to pee on every rock and tree he could find.

I smiled, taking a deep breath.

Scotland was every bit as beautiful as the pictures I had seen in magazines. It was raw, wild and fantastically beautiful. Like a painting, the landscape oozed “magic”. Lush greenery, with speckles of rock, yellowish moss and the occasional abandoned ruin that once had been the homestead of some civilisation long gone. The wind licked at our hairs, pulling it wildly back and fro as little misty drops of water kissed our faces. A remainder of the previous down pour.

Even the smell was something out of this world. It lay almost thick in your lungs, so fresh and earthy, the wet grass mixing deliciously with the muddy earth and the warm wool vest that was snuggly wrapped around me. It almost smelled like…home.

Home, in my case, being a rural area in the Netherlands, its outstretched flat landscape housing more cows and sheep than humans. My whole youth I had spent cycling and walking through similar green fields. Be it to go to school. Or the small supermarket. Or friends. Always there was this vast landscape enveloping me, making me feel ever so small and insignificant. It had been humbling, for sure, and even to this day it reminded me to humble as a human being.

And sure enough it had not only been the land, but also my mom.

As my rubber rain boots slushed through the grass I could almost hear her voice again..her never ending rambling as we walked the dog at an eerily early hour of the day. A moment we both cherished dearly. She, because she could talk without being nagged by her annoying colleagues or my grumpy dad. I, because I enjoyed listening to her while I slowly woke up from my dream-laden sleep, my jaw cracking open in large, relaxing yawns.  

And just like Kal did, our border collie would zip through the tall grass, chasing down small animals and doing his business before quickly rushing back to greet us with a happily lolling tongue.

I could also remember the last time we walked together, before I moved out to “the big city”. Her words still regularly swam through my mind in a moment of quiet.

‘Never forget I love you. Never forget I’ll be here for you. And most importantly: never forget to be there for yourself. Know it is okay to find things frightening. But don’t let it hold you back. Embrace it. Study it. Question it. And you will find it isn’t quite so scary at all. It is just..new!’

I had cried that day, for the first time in years. I had been scared, even though I sure as hell didn’t want to stay at home forever. I did want to grow up. I did want to live a life of my own. I did want to discover the world. It was just that the first step was particularly hard.

Now, some ten-ish years later, here I was. In the Scottish highlands. Walking the dog of the man I loved more than I thought possible. And I was discovering a new bit of the world every day. I was living my own life.

Sure, I was still scared at times. But that was okay.

Being scared was okay..come to think of it.

Just a week ago we sure had a scary moment. Or should I say new and exciting? As the days progressed the experience of a false alarm pregnancy was slowly turning from a shock into a new sense of wonder. Would I ever be a mom? Would I ever have a child of my own? To talk with him or her while our feet trampled through tall wet grass, a dog skirting our sides? Was that really such a scary idea?

Perhaps not.

It was just new.

Yes. New.  

My eyes picked up the glistening of something. I peered into the distance and realised it were aluminium roofs. The set! My heart thumped in excitement as I felt a slow smile creep up my cheeks. Moving further up the hill I got a better view of the small encampment of trailers, tents and trucks that were scattered amidst some old ruins. Just another mile or so and we could start another day of “something new”. Something new not being human babies, but a new season of the Witcher.  

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All day I hadn’t seen or spoken to Henry. Which was slightly frustrating, sure, but I could quickly put those feelings aside as work had started to pick up pace. More trucks arrived, schedules needed to be adjusted to fit weather forecasts and set pieces needed saving from the never ending flurry of rain showers. This was what I liked most. Hands-on, hard work.

Before long the day was drawing to an end. It was 6pm and the crew had just finished packing and securing everything in containers, the night shift starting soon.

Also, at long last, I had managed to get a hold on Henry, who was just getting out of a costume fitting, his tumble of dark curly hair slightly dishevelled as he walked up to the car.

‘Hi there handsome.’ I smirked, leaning against the back of the SUV, my feet sunken away in an inch of mud. He came up to me and Kal and smiled a quiet smile before placing a kiss on my lips and scratching Kal behind the ears, his other hand rummaging through his pockets to look for the car keys. Not being able to find them at once, he furrowed his brow, cursing under his breath. The pent up frustration of more then just hard-to-find car keys was tangible in the air.

‘You okay dear?’ I asked carefully, my hand moving out to stroke his arm, but instead tentatively hovering mid air. His whole body was screaming “I’m not okay”.

He groaned and shook his head. ‘Just a bit of a bad day.’ He swallowed, finally finding the car keys and sighing softly.

‘Here, give me that. I’ll drive. YOU sit back and relax.’

‘No, no. It’s fine. I can drive.’ He muttered, his body language telling me otherwise. He was in fact not even making an attempt to walk towards the driver’s seat, instead opting to just stand there, looking a bit forlorn.

‘Look at me.’ I commanded, finally moving my hesitating hand to his arm, offering him a gentle rub. He looked up at me. Our first eye contact of that day. And for the first time ..ever, I saw something I don’t think I had ever seen before in his eyes. Tears. Unspent, hot, burning, tears.

Oh..

I felt my heart sink.

‘Let’s get into the car.’ He finally croaked, moving to the passenger side of the car as he offered me the keys.

He didn’t even put up a fight, like he usually would when I offered to help him out. It was really bad then, huh?

I clicked the car open and Henry climbed in without a word, Kal quick to follow suit. I looked at them as the door was pulled closed, my mind not fully registering what was happening until I felt my feet instinctively carry me to the driver’s seat, the mud slushing below my well-put-to-use rain boots.

As soon as I plopped down on the soft leather seat, I could see him unravel. The usual big presence that was Henry Cavill now melting down to a slumping mess of chocolate brown curls and shaking shoulders, his large frame hanging heavily into his seatbelt as he curled his fingers through little bits of Kal’s fur. Grasping on like the dog was his very life buoy. His breath hiccuped as the waterworks opened up, salty tears burning like acid over his beautifully square jawline.

What should I do?

I hesitated a moment before moving my hand to his shoulder, rubbing slow, big circles over the tense muscles, opting to not speak for the moment as heavy sobs echoed through the car. He probably just needed a moment to cry. Release whatever he was holding in. And I was glad he didn’t hold back, his bone wrecking sobs now filling the air with a certain heaviness.

It all came pouring out.

We sat there for a few minutes, his hands now moving to his face, covering his teary cheeks as he let out a few more shivery breaths. I was glad he had parked at the far end of the parking lot this morning, this spot offering us some privacy so none of the other set members could see us while they got into their own cars.

I moved my hand up through his curls, massaging his scalp in slow kneading movements, my other hand moving to Kal’s fur, Kal now quietly pushing his head into Henry’s lap. I truly believed that dogs could sense what their humans are feeling. And needing.

At this moment, Henry just needed us with him.

‘I’m sorry about that.’ Henry finally muttered, his voice slurred with emotion.

‘Don’t be.’ I said, my hand still moving slowly through his hair, the thick hair soft below my finger tips.

‘I just…’ Another sob came over him, his shoulders sinking down as he bent forward to rest on his elbows.

I moved my hand down to his back, rubbing more large circles over the warm plane of muscles that sat below his leather jacket and auburn woolen sweater. He shook his head slowly, his face contorted in sorrow, half hidden behind his large hands. My heart cried for him, my lips pulled into a tight line as I saw the love of my life torn to pieces by something unknown.

Had something bad happened? Did someone hurt him? Did someone die?

Slowly his sobs calmed again, his face remaining hidden behind his hands as he took a few deep breaths.

‘I’m here for you.’ I said gently.

‘I know.’ He said feebly, finally looking back up at me through tear drained hands. ‘Let’s go home.’ He pleaded softly. I nodded and revved the engine, the vehicle gently rolling back through the thick mud as I clicked on my seatbelt.

The road was zig zagging through the lush green hills, giving me a decent excuse to drive nice and slow, the car now quiet as Henry and Kal both stared out of the window. My eye moved from my two sweet men, to a lake that lay just behind one of the slopes. 

Without much of a second thought I decided to take the next exit from the main road, a slightly more bumpy country road taking us to a small parking lot that was placed just behind the hill that hid the beautiful vista of the lake.  

Henry looked up, slightly confused, his sorrowful blue eyes looking at me with question. ‘Let’s get some air.’ I said, removing my seatbelt and swinging open my door. The sun was slowly starting to come down from its high perch, the greenery kissed by its sinking rays. I moved to the front of the car, stretching out languidly and waiting for a very hesitant Henry to also climb out of the car.

He didn’t say a word as he moved next to me. Kal was left in the car.

‘It’s just ten minutes to the house.’ He said, his voice still cracking a bit. I nodded and shrugged. ‘I know. And we’ll get back home, trust me. I just think you would like to see this.’ I smiled gently and stretched out an arm, enveloping his hand in mine and tugging him towards the small path that curved up the grassy hill.

We slowly paced up the hill, our feet sinking away every meter or so in the slippery mud, until we reached the top. Our eyes met with a most magical sight. 

In front of us lay the lake in all its desolate glory, the water reflecting the patchwork of colours that surrounded us. Baby blues, lush greens, bright pinks, various hues of yellow and brown, splashes of grey rock and the grey-ish blue sky up above.

I let another deep breath seep into my lungs as I smiled at the sight, softly squeezing Henry’s hand as I also heard his breath halt for a moment.

‘Wow.’ He said, his voice slightly more upbeat then before. I decided to not look at him, and instead released his hand so I could balance myself as I started walking down the slippery hill, moving closer towards the lake. Henry followed suit, his foot falls not far behind me.

‘I walked here this morning and thought you’d like to see it as well. It sure is true what they say..’ I turned around to look over my shoulder, seeing Henry struggle to keep his footing as he met my gaze. I smiled. ‘..it’s magical out here.’ His eyes remained locked on mine as a very small smile tugged at his lips, his ocean blues still blazing with emotions unsung. I turned back to continue my path, but was halted by Henry’s hand as it slipped around my upper arm.

I looked back up at him, his words already moving through the air.

‘My brother Charlie and his wife are expecting again.’

His words were uttered with a dry matter of factualness, but it was weird since this was the first thing he said to me after his outburst..Something told me there was some co-relation between the two.

I whisked up a kind smile and pushed the thought aside.

‘Congratulations. They must be overjoyed! That’s their..fourth kid then, right?’

His jaw clenched as a feeble smile appeared on his lips. ‘Yea.’

Our eyes remained trained on each other for another moment before he broke our gaze, looking back over my shoulder and taking in the beautiful vista.

‘I’m sorry for just now. Really. I don’t want to scare you..I just..’ He took in a deep breath as he closed the distance between us, his foot nearly slipping again in the mud. We both let out a little gasp, our small smiles now turning into large grins as our hands entangled to both find steady footing again. Henry chuckled softly as he settled for a steady spot, his hands moving up to cup my cheeks as his fingers brushed away a few strands of hair.

‘I just have a bit of a hard time with this news after that..thing..earlier this week.’ He looked down at our mud soaked feet, his thumbs drawing soft circles over my cool skin.

‘It’s been a lot on my mind as well.’ I agreed, moving my arms to encircle him, my head leaning against his chest while my eyes quietly peered over at the lake. ‘Pregnancy was just..not something I had ever really given much of a thought and the possibility of a slip kind of took me by surprise.’

I felt him move his head, his nose nuzzling my hair before planting a gentle kiss there. ‘I didn’t sleep a wink that night. I was just..so…’ He sighed. ‘Excited. Gosh, I’m so sorry for that. I knew there was only but a tiny chance and..even if it was so, you might have not wanted to keep it, or something could have happened..and…’ His voice hummed in my ear as I noticed two majestical swans coming over the hill, their large white wings elegantly curling so they could slip their large bodies into the shimmering water.

I stopped him mid-sentence.

‘If I had been pregnant I would have kept it.’ I said, my cheek still pressed against his chest. I could feel his thumbs still on my cheeks, his breath hiccuping as the words found their rightful meaning in his head. It took another long moment before he finally released his breath again, his hands moving down to tilt my head up.

I looked up into those big blues, his eyes pouring out all the love they could give. I wish I could capture this moment and put it in a frame. Forever to keep so I could be reminded of what it was like to be loved a man like Henry.

‘Why?’ He asked, a bit dumbfounded. I chuckled, and looked back at him lovingly.

‘Because, although it’s scary..it’s far less scary when I know I can do it with you. Besides..’ I smiled and shrugged. ‘..I bet you’ll be an awesome dad. Bad jokes and all.’ He grinned and tilted my head up further, his lips softly brushing over mine. ‘I’ll try my best.’ He said, a smile quickly growing on his lips.

‘I’m sorry for scaring you Henry. I know what I said was..difficult to hear. I mean. I know you really, really, really want to start a family, and then to say that I’m scared and..’ I rambled on but his lips quieted me, his tongue demanding entrance as he pulled me closer, kissing me with such passion I forgot how to even stand up straight, my knees becoming putty.

‘I can wait.’ He finally breathed in between kisses. ‘For babies that is. Not for you. I..’ He kissed me again. ‘..Need you. I need you always. I never loved a woman like I love you.’ He pushed his groin flush against me, his very evident rock-hard need now pressing into my belly as his tongue danced with mine, my lips widening as I gasped at the feeling. ‘Fuck.’ I breathed, my hands now pulling at his shirt to steady myself.

Come on knees, don’t give in on me now!

Henry noticed my struggle and just like in a movie, he pulled us down, our bodies sinking gently into the grassy hillside as his lips kept peppering me with his devotion. ‘I love you so, so much.’ He groaned, his voice thick with emotion once more. I let my head fall back into the soft grass mounds as his lips moved down to my jaw and my neck, his lips leaving a burning trail of tender skin, slightly reddened by his five o’clock shadow. 

The damp grass was slowly drenching my clothes, but I couldn’t care, the sensation of his heavy muscles pinning me down along with his musky scent mixing with the smell of crushed grass..it was all I needed.

Without much of a thought my fingers nimbly moved to unbuckle his belt, the metal clanging ringing like bells in the soft wind,  his hands in turn moving below my jacket to knead my lower back through the thin material of my summer dress.

‘Please.’ I begged, hastily tugging open his jeans.

‘Please what my love?’ Henry grinned, moving up ever so slightly so his dark eyes could peer into mine.

‘Want me to dirty talk huh?’ I quirked up an eyebrow, finding him smile at me in amusement.

‘Well.’ I licked my lips. ‘I want you to fill me up so good..our heartbeats become one. I want you to claim me…’ I pulled him down with a tug on his jacket. ‘I want to feel you inside me. Hard and pulsating and..’ I didn’t need to continue, his hands making light work of pushing aside my dress and panties, his erection springing free from his boxers.

‘Fuck baby.’ He growled, his velvety hardness pushing eagerly against my petals, his hips slowly..ever so slowly..forcing me to take him in. I let out a shivery breath as the sensation of the cold grass in combination with his hot flesh overflowed me. I didn’t even have control over my body anymore. As by second nature my legs wrapped around his hips while he pushed himself further and further into me, stretching my soft walls to accommodate his need.

My hands clawed at his back and our tongues darted in a sensual dance. A dance we had become well practised in now. Prodding, teasing, rolling, sucking.

My back arched up as he finally bottomed out inside me, his arms now moving to pull me up from the soft wet grass, our weight being shifted on his knees as he sat up. I no longer felt the cold dampness, but instead a wave of heat as his large arms encased me, pulling me as close as he could.

‘I am yours.’ I breathed, feeling Henry around me like a blanket of love. His hot breath against my cold cheeks as his lips bruised mine, his arms my bed and his cock my life force. I did not need another thing in the world right now, my eyes just lazily taking in our surroundings as he started to push inside me.

Low golden sun rays caressed his skin, making him as beautiful as a son of the gods, his chiseled jaw clenching in effort as his hips started to move at their own volition. It was like one of those great marble statues had been brought to life, no ink spared to paint him to be the most beautiful human being I knew. Strong, yet sweet, proud, yet humble, loyal, yet thorough. And did I mention well endowed? Yes. All of the above.

I leaned into his arms as I felt myself practically float, the grass blades that occasionally tickled my naked flesh the only reminder that I was in fact still earth bound. Henry’s delicious roars and moans filled the air as the sun set behind the hills, his hips jerking now in earnest.

I could feel a few drops hit my skin.

Was that sweat?

Was he crying?

I finally came back to and looked up at Henry, his face contorted in ecstasy. No tears, that was for sure. I let out a low moan as our eyes met. Dark, smouldering, filled with want. Seeing those dark stormy eyes as he filled me up so deliciously made my insides coil up, my nerves shoot small sparks of electricity.

‘Gods.’ I gasped, giving in to the sensation as my body started to spasm, my legs locking even tighter around his hips as my eyelids became heavy with lust.

‘Come for me my angel. Let go.’ He said, his low voice now ringing somewhere in the back of my mind as hot fire emblazoned my groin, my hands feebly scratching at his shoulders as my hair kissed the grass that lay beneath us.  

Stars struck my every nerve and I lost all control of my body, my body spasming beneath Henry’s iron lock as my throat let out a lone cry.

Henry did not stop, his hips still pushing me further and further over the edge as I keened and pleaded. My orgasm slowly made way for a pleasant high, my body still moulding perfectly around Henry as he searched for his release.

I could feel more water drops hit my face. I looked up and noticed the threateningly dark sky that now drifted towards us.

It was about to rain. 

I reeled up my head and let the cool water drip on my heated skin, my cheeks so flush with need that the heavenly water was a welcome guest to our conjoinment.

The small drizzle became bigger drops.

Henry pulled me closer, ramming into me with a certain earnesty now.

I would be sore later.

Bigger drops became a pour, our clothes slowly becoming wet with not just our sweat, but also rain.

I let out a low moan as I started to feel him twitch inside me, his hands now clenching me so hard he’d surely leave some marks.

‘FUCK HENRY.’ I gasped, my whole body being shook by his punishing pounding.

So this was sex like with an emotional Henry. Fuck me.

The rain started to pour harder and harder as Henry’s thrusts became sloppy, his head flopping forward as he let out a low roar.

‘FUCK BABY. FUCK. I. Love. You. So. Much.’ He jerked as he spilled his life giving seed in my womb. Once more sealing our union, now for the world to see without the protection of stone bedroom walls.

I could visualise it. Our bodies half clothed, sprawled out on the tall wet grass. Completely soaked. 

Heavily panting he pulled me closer, shielding me somewhat from the rain as he rubbed slow lines over my back. I was drenched. Everything about me was drenched. In and out. Super wet.

I let out a soft giggle as our eyes finally met again.

‘I. Am. Wet.’ I sniffled, earning a chuckle from him in turn, his hair now forming a wet frame of delicious curls around his face.

I hope our kids will have his curls.  

We quickly hurdled ourselves back to the car, finding an enthusiastic, but also slightly confused Kal as he licked our salty, wet hands. I sat back behind the wheel as Henry gave Kal a big bear hug, his eyes quickly trailing back to me. We didn’t need to speak, the only sound in the car now being the rumbling of our empty stomachs.

I chuckled and Henry moved his hand over my growling belly, his eyebrows lifting in a teasing matter. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, quickly starting the car before I’d have to devour him in the literal sense of the word.

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Part 20 >

[missypawz]

You

this is a request from! @lightoftwowings <3 I hope you like it 💕🤗 I restarted this a few times, but I think this one is the best 😊 Also I feel like this is a lot less creepy than it should have been and I can always do a more creepy one if you want.

It wasn't often that somebody sparked Levi's attention, but a certain woman had certainly done it this time, her name was Petra Ral, he had found out from the name badge that was pinned to her blouse, most likely given to her from where she worked, which was a cafe just down the street from the busy library in the centre of the city. He hadn't been there, but was planning on trying it one day, he wanted to try as many different teas from different shops and cafes as he could.

He wasn't sure if he could possibly explain everything that attracted him towards her, and he certainly didn't believe in love at first sight, no, it was always stupid to him, it didn't make sense, but slowly he was starting to understand, and maybe the people who always went on about it weren't just idiots, perhaps it really did exist, somewhere..but he didn't want to keep thinking of all that sappy shit, he wasn't trying to turn soft.

Whenever he saw her his eyes would travel over to her before he pulled them away to continue wiping down the shelves or reorganising books that people had managed to stick on the wrong shelves, sure it was his job to fix this, but it really bothered him how people couldn't just find the right place to put things, it wasn't difficult to do these small things.

Sometimes Petra would walk past him, flashing him a warm smile as he guessed she did with most, but still, he never knew what to do back, so just went with a nod of acknowledgement, a few times she asked him where a certain book was that she had been looking for and he was quick to help her out. Spending so much time at the library working there, you began remembering where quite a few books and where certain genres were.

One day after he finished work he'd noticed her walking down the street, it was wrong in so many ways, yet he still began following her down the same street. He pulled his scarf further up and shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to warm them up a little as he walked.

He wasn't sure what the force was, it felt as if he was being pulled towards her, it was also rather strong, he tried to ignore it and just continued to walk down the street. The wind blew making his hair fly everywhere, giving him more of a 'wild' look, his coat flapped too and he attempted to hold it down, trying to stop the cold getting to his somewhat heated body.

As Petra turned off the street he felt himslef stop completely in his tracks, everyone continued walking around him while he just stared foward. What was he even doing? Get yourself together Levi.

He didn't know what he was doing at all, why couldn't he stop doing these stupid and unruly things? Damn he was like a lost puppy following after her and it was downright creepy, he needed to stop, he knew, this would only hurt him more, going after her. One day she would stop visiting the library and they would never cross paths again, people seemed to always leave his life, from one reason to another, it was hard to let anyone else in so easily, or so he thought, here he was, trying to do it again.

He turned back towards the direction of his house and carried on walking, his head hanging slightly lower, it was better anyway, the wind wasn't hitting his face so much and making his eyes water.

As he made his trek back home he had her on his mind, and what he was going to do, he didn't know how to be romantic, he didn't know what things to say to get a woman interested in him, but being himself had to be the best option, he wasn't going to be someone he wasn't around her, he would just be himself and try to get to know her that way, he would stop stalking around her social media pages, he knew most of them, he'd found her off his friend Hange, he wasn't sure how she knew her but Hange knew a lot of people so it made sense. He needed a plan, and stalking wasn't going to get him anywhere.

...

The day had came very slowly for Levi, he had gotten back to his apartment and cooked some food for himself, then returned to his room to try and get some sleep. He had lay awake for quite some time, but eventually sleep came and he got a few hours, which was nice, not as long as most people got, but it would work for him, it was normal by now, his body had got used to working off little sleep.

He had pulled himself out of bed at the early hours of the morning and made his way into the bathroom, he turned the hot shower on and pulled his clothes off before stepping under the hot water, letting it just drip down his body, making him clean and fresh for the day ahead.

Once he was clean and ready for the day he'd got out and dried himself off, walking out the shower with a towel loosely hung around his waist. He'd began searching through his wardrobe and found his work uniform to put on.

His outfit was a white shirt and some black trousers, they were accompanied with some black shoes and a long, dark grey coat. Before levi left he finished off getting ready and made himself some toast to eat on the way to work. As he heard the wind smacking against the window panes he remembered to grab his scarf, it was red, he needed a little bit of colour to go with his black and white outfit.

He arrived at work around 10 minutes early, he hated being late and always got there a little early, it was nicer leaving the house before he needed to aswell, he didn't need to rush that way.

Before he managed to push open the large oak doors a figure appeared next to him, one that was around the same size as him, he supposed it was nothing, just someone trying to get into the library too, he thought this until he heard the persons sweet voice. "Hi." She moved herself closer to him and a smile was plastered onto her face, "I've seen you around, I saw you yesterday heading the same way as me..plus I always see you here, you're good at what you do." She spoke to him while they were just stood outside the door. "Hi - Yeah..I've had lots of practise with cleaning." He nodded to her, then actually pushed the door open, letting them both inside to the much warmer library.

"Well I always wanted to talk to you so..here I am! You should recommend me some books some time, I struggle picking them sometimes.." she rubbed the back of her head and walked along with him as he made his way over to the storage cupboard that held a number of things in that he needed to do his job. "I see, I have a few...if you wanted them."

"Of course, maybe later though? I shouldn't distract you from what you're doing, its very important everything's clean."

"I don't mi-" before he had any time to finish she already pushed her idea towards him."I'll meet you here later instead! When do you finish work?"

"Today its 3 PM."

"Sounds great..I'm glad I saw you."

"Yeah, me too, I see you most days."

"I'm here quite a lot, it's not surprising, If I'm not here I'm usually working at the cafe just down the street, it's a nice place with plenty of nice tea and coffee, plus pastries."

"It sounds nice." Levi was always a big fan of tea, he'd buy different kinds to try, he supposed he had a collection going, he did collected different tea leaves, he had quite a lot.

"It is very, I'll leave you to your job..and see you later if you're still up to it..?"

"Of course." He replied, maybe a little too quickly.

"Good! See you." And with that, she gave him a quick wave and left the library, leaving him standing still for a few seconds.

That worked out well, she basically did all of it, all he did was accept her offer, that was much better than what he had planned. While he began working and arranging things he was thinking about later on, he knew the hours would drag on until then, but he would get through it, and then who knows what would happen, he certainly didn't.

...

After what felt like days, his shift was nearly over, just 10 more minutes or so, he was just starting to pack some things away into the storage cupboard when he sensed a figure behind him. "Hi, I made it just in time right? How about those recommendations now?" He immediately noticed the voice as Petra, and turned himself round to face her. "Yeah, you're right on time."

"Good, come on, you said you had recommendations." In the middle of him packing things away she went to grab his arm, but then stopped, looking at him. "Go ahead." With that she linked her arm with his and she let him find some books for her, there were a few that he had taken home and actually enjoyed, these were the ones he gave to her, he only hoped he didn't have terrible choices in books.

The day progressed and Petra had taken her books out from the library that Levi had said were pretty good, now they were walking down the street and heading towards a restaurant that she said she liked, everything was happening quickly and Levi only nodded and followed her to the restaurant, just wanting to do whatever she wanted, he didn't really care what they did.

The meal was nice and they exchanged little bits of conversation over it, he got to know her a bit better than just what he'd found off her social media, and he'd told her a little bit about himself, he expected it to be scary and downright nerve wracking, but it was enjoyable, despite not knowing her very well he didn't seem to mind when they fell into silence, it was still nice.

They were currently in the middle of eating a desert, when he looked up from the ice cream sundae that he had, he saw the chocolate on Petra's lips and just shook his head, amused.

"What's that face for?" She continued eating her chocolate cake, he had to admit all the food was lovely in this restaurant.

"You've got a little here." He pointed to the spot, but on his own face.

"Do I? Oh - you've got a little ice cream there too." She wiped it off and Levi quickly did the same with one of the napkins, she smiled in response.

"Its gone." She confirmed, and soon enough they finished off, they'd both insisted on paying but instead went with splitting the bill which worked out well, they both gave a quick wave to the waitress that had served them, they'd also left a tip on there for her.

As they left their tables they headed back outside, the cold hitting them both once again. Levi had insisted that they could have a walk around the place and he could take her back to her house too, he felt it was only right. Petra wrapped her coat around herself and began walking next to Levi, in fact they took quite a long route, it was just an excuse to spend more time together, but it worked and they were both happy about it.

"Are you sure this is fine? your house is in the opposite direction right?" She asked questioningly, looking at him while she spoke. "It's fine." Was what she got in reply, she only nodded her head.

Petra's house was nice from what he saw on the outside, it had a few nice potted plants with bright flowers planted in them outside of the door, there was a little lawn that was edged off with a small fence too, and the house wasn't anything too large but it looked comfortable, like a place you would like to spend your time in, winter evenings, rainy days, all of them.

"I'd like to do this again, if you would like."

"I'd like to aswell." His reply was probably too quick again, but he wanted her to know that he really did want to see her again.

"Good, I'll text you." Reaching into her bag she took out a small note pad and a pen, before writing down her number, leaning against the outside window sill to try and make the writing look acceptable. When she was done she quickly handed it to him, letting him stuff the important note into his shirt pocket. "Thank you, it was fun..today." she made sure before she left, to give him a small kiss on the cheek and a thank you, for everything from the book recommendations, the enjoyable time and walking her back to her house.

Before replying he stopped, she'd just kissed his cheek, sure it was just a little form of affection, but it meant a lot. "Thanks, I'll see you again then." He watched as she waved and he forced himself to turn around to begin walking away, a feeling of pride and happiness actually welled up inside of him, a date, a damn date he'd been on, and he could not wait for more.

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I'm not sure.. I quite like this and might make a part 2, who knows, I hope you all liked it 💕

[stardancerluv]

Never Stop, Never Give Up

Summary: (was a reques!) Abra, Uncle Dan, & Aunt Y/N are on the run. There is a group as bad as Rose the Hat & her gang but...they certainly after the three of you. But they are worse in some ways. So you three move throughout the country to stay one step ahead of them! (Hope you like this Anon!)

Warning: There is none. Fluffy Dan Torrance.

You awoke with a start. “Are you ok?” Came the gentle voice of Dan in your mind. “I am.” You answered back with a smile.

Your smiled deepened when you discovered that Abra had fallen asleep and nestled close to you. “How long has she been asleep?” You whispered. “It had taken sometime, I think she wanted to stay awake for me.” He chuckled. “But in the end, her eyes grew to heavy.” Gently, you wrapped an arm around her. “We can only hope that hopefully for a bit the nightmares or those demons will stay away.” You whispered.

“You are not having nightmares now too are you?” Dan asked, meeting your eyes in the rear view mirror.

You grimaced. “No, my heart couldn’t take the sweetness.”

He rose an eyebrow, giving you the devil mat care smile that made you go over to say hi to him. He was standing with Billy when your eyes met. “Oh?”

“Remember, when all of us went to the fair?”

“How could I forget?”

“In my dream, I was reliving our first kiss.”

“Oh!” He smiled, then he chuckled. “Remember how grossed out Abra was when we shared another brief one right in front of her.”

You giggled, then caught yourself and looked down at the sleeping Abra. You were relieved you had not awoken her. “We can let her sleep for a little while longer before we stop for some food.” She needs to sleep.” You paused, then looked back at him. “How are you doing?”

Seeing the tired lines on his face, made you just want to wrap your arms around him and have all of this behind all of you.

“I’ll be alright. Gonna need some coffee.”

“We’ll get you some.”

Your mind wandered, remembering the when you had first woken up for Dan. You still didn’t know how he’d keep those hours at the hospice. You had gotten up and made him some comforting food to come home too. Together you then watched the sun completely raise before falling asleep.

“I found that morning so touching.” Dan whispered in your head.

“You enjoyed that memory with me huh?” Yes, I did. And the dream. His words were as comforting as one of his solid hugs. “I had been so worried. Not knowing what you’d want.”

“Aunt Y/N....Aunt Y/N....” Abra called out.

Looking down, you saw her face wrinkle and contort in her sleep. “I’m here sweetheart.”

“Dan, perhaps you should pull over in case.” You said, quickly.

“Get away from me!” Abra screamed out and you felt yourself pushed into the car seats. The car jostled as he struggled to control the car as her energy over took all of them.

“Abra, I am here.” You soothe, then you looked out to Dan to make sure he was ok.

He was shaking himself off from energy she expelled.

Abr, blinked and sat up gasping. “Aunt Y/N,” her eyes were watery as she turned to look at you and wrapped her arms around her. Her held her right back.

“You’re ok..we’re here...we’re here.” You gently rubbed her back.”

*****

A warm light fell over the table the three of you sat at. The neon sign that said open twenty four hours, flicked a table down from you. You were glad the waitress had not sat you there.

It was nearing three in the morning, under uncle Dan’s order you all needed to stretch your legs and eat something. Hot coffee did not last front of Dan, your ice tea was already had some slices of lemon in it, and Abra’s chocolate milk was swirling as she continued to add just a touch more of chocolate to it.

Abra shook her head once the waitress was gone. “They are horrible.” She finally said. Her dark eyes, met yours then moved to Dan’s. You could see the echos of the nightmare lingering in them. “Almost worse then True Knot.”

“It’s alright, we won’t let them get you.” You gave her a reassuring look, glancing over at Dan who had already starting his second cup of coffee.

“She’s right Abra.” He patted her hand. “We just have to keep on moving.”

“We can’t separate. They will get us if we do.” She nervously. You gave her a squeeze.

“Look,” Dan swallowed. “I am not going anywhere.“

You echoed Dan in assuring her and added. “Maybe we can all get a motel room in the next few days, perhaps enjoy some hot showers and maybe take a swim in a pool?”

If it was one thing, Abra liked and that was taking a running jump and canon balling into a pool. “Oh, Aunt Y/N....Uncle Dan...could we?”

You smiled. “I could really do with floating around in an inner tube, Uncle Dan.” You added, and the two of you gave him a pleadIng look.

“How could, I resist my two favorite girls.” He smiled.

Seeing that you were all just having a moment, like the family the three of you had come to be.

Sure sometimes, you’d get grumpy sometimes especially if Dan would wake one of you with his occasional snore or simply the stress those demons put on all of you. It was these times that made being on the move for almost a month made it the right decision.

You knew this would just make it all the better. “Hey, look what I found for you.”

Opening your purse, you took out a leather bound journal and a pen. “I know you’ve been wanting to write down, doodle from time to time.”

Abra’s eyes lit up. “Y/N when did you do this?”

“Uncle Dan stopped for gas in little town while you were fast sleep.” You shrugged. “I got us a few things so when I saw this, I knew you needed it.”

She hugged you tightly. Her eyes were bright with happiness.

“Why don’t you open it?” Dan suggested. “There’s something very important that you have to see.”

You reached over, and squeezed Dan’s hand. It had warmed your heart remembering when you found that photo booth. It made you happy to just be a couple.

“Ooh..I don’t know what to say.” Happy tears filled her eyes as she looked at the photo strips.

“We’ll family Abra. Now you will always have pictures of your favorite uncle...”

You just shook your head and slapped him.

“And your favorite aunt!” He said chuckling.

“Alright...alright..who knew it was almost three in the morning with you three,” she said warmly.

“Who had what?”

“I had the grilled cheese and fries, please!” Abra held up her hand.

“I had the breakfast with all the trimmings!” You smiled.

“And I had the cheeseburger and fries.” Dan smiled.

“Alright of you, enjoy...and make sure you keep your save room for dessert!” She winked and walked away.

You looked out at the full moon, that hung over the highway. Right now, that highway belonged to the three of you. You would protect your little family to the death. Feeling the fuzzy warmth of Dan visiting, nodded when you caught his reflection.

Anon...this is “found family” request! I really hope you see this and enjoy it! I love writing fluffy Dan!

[thedaughterofkings]

An American Werewolf ...

Written for @sterekweek2019​ Day Six: Canon Highlights, 2k of re-imagining what might have happened after that pool scene!

Once the lizard creature - a Kanima according to Derek, whatever that might mean in detail - is dealt with and Scott disappears, very apologetic and nevertheless very quickly gone, Stiles stands in the parking lot and drips. 

Next to him, Derek shifts and when Stiles turns to look at him, he looks ready to run away. And drips. 

After a moment, he says: “Thank you.” Stiles has never been thanked so reluctantly. It’s almost hilarious how uncomfortable Derek looks - like a grumpy, wet cat. Stiles has to bite his lip to stop a grin spreading across his face that would surely get him slapped or punched right now. Derek does not look in a very witty mood right now.

Also he’s still dripping.

As is Stiles.

Stiles wrinkles his nose when a drop of pool water slides down it and then sighs.

“Alright, jump in.”

“What.”

Derek's aversion against inflection strikes again. 

"Do you have a shower in your secret lair? Stiles asks and doesn't even give Derek a chance to answer before he continues: "Thought so. Now jump in; I'll let you use ours out of the goodness of my heart. Can’t have you die on me from pneumonia after I saved your life.”

“I’m a werewolf. I’m not going to die of pneumonia,” Derek says, rolling his eyes, and Stiles rolls his eyes right back at him.

“Your werewolfiness didn’t prevent you from drowning, did it? Nope, I, Stiles Stilinski, measly human that I am, did. So you are going to honour my heroic actions and get your furry ass into my car and then into my shower.”

He pulls open the passenger door of the Jeep and to his eternal surprise, Derek stops arguing and gets in.

The ride home is uncomfortable - not because of Derek, who is quiet, but not awkwardly so. It’s uncomfortable because Stiles sits in a pool of, well, pool water, his shoes make strange squelching noises with every movement and the stray drop sliding down his neck makes him shudder intermittently. Despite all of this, when they arrive Stiles takes one look at Derek, who looks like a drowned cat, or perhaps like a very grumpy drowned puppy, and sighs.

“The bathroom’s up on the first floor, first on the left. Towels are in the cabinet, I’ll get you some sweats or something. No stripes, I promise.”

When Derek doesn’t even show his teeth, Stiles knows he made the right decision in not just letting him slip away into the shadows. Or drip away into the shadows. Stiles puts on some hot water and digs around in the freezer for the one pizza he has hidden there for emergencies. If this doesn’t count as an emergency, then what does. 

By the time the water shuts off in the bathroom, Stiles has the biggest pair of sweatpants he owns and an old police academy shirt that used to belong to his dad ready for Derek. He dithers over whether to add boxers, and then quickly grabs the least embarrassing pair and adds it to the pile as the door creaks open.

Derek has a towel wrapped around his waist and Stiles does his best not to ogle his shoulders or chest or the hint of thighs under the towel.

“Here you go,” he says, and hurriedly shoves the clothes into Derek’s hands. “When you’re ready, go check the pizza isn’t burning downstairs, would you?”

Then he turns away from Derek, hopefully before his flaming cheeks got too obvious and starts walking away when he realises he completely forgot to pick up some dry clothes for himself. But when he turns back to grab a shirt and some sweats, Derek has already dropped his towel. Stiles stares at his back, eyes travelling down from the spiral between his shoulder blades despite Stiles’ best efforts, over the dips at the bottom of his spine and finally across the curve of his ass. Then Stiles lets out what can only be called a squeak, decides dry clothes are overrated, and flees from the room.

After a brief attempt to drown himself in the shower, Stiles tells himself to man up and carefully peeks through the bathroom door. Some noise from downstairs gives him enough courage to slip into his thankfully empty room and quickly pull on some hopefully clean clothes from the pile on the foot of his bed. 

He almost expects Derek to be gone when he gets down, but to his surprise, he hasn’t escaped while Stiles was in the shower. Instead he’s standing in Stiles’ kitchen, cursing softly under his breath as he attempts to get the pizza off the tray and onto a plate. While Stiles is watching, he gives up on waiting for gravity to do its job and just pulls the pizza off with his hand, hissing when his palm touches the hot tray. 

“Dude, what the hell!” 

Stiles hurries forwards and almost burns himself as well when he grabs Derek’s hand. But as he watches, the wound heals until just a faint red streak remains and they end up simply holding hands. When Stiles realises that, he hurriedly drops Derek’s hand and busies himself with grabbing some cutlery and plates, willing down the colour in his cheeks. Behind him Derek puts away the tray and grabs the pizza, following Stiles when he leads them out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

“Get comfy, I’m going to get some hot tea - or would you prefer hot chocolate? I think we might still have some instant stuff somewhere. Not as good as made from scratch, but we definitely don’t have that in the house, my dad would sniff it out immediately. I’m surprised he didn’t find the pizza! Or would you like anything else, coffee, warm milk, water, a beer? We don’t have anything harder and we really shouldn’t even have the beer, but I think it’s Dad’s proof to himself and me that he’s not fallen off the wagon, so the beer is probably really old, but perhaps it’s still good. Does beer go off?”

He’d probably have kept on rambling if Derek hadn’t interrupted him: “Tea is fine, Stiles.”

“Tea it is!” Stiles replies brightly and escapes into the kitchen where he first bangs his head against the fridge. God, what is wrong with him! Then he sighs, drags a hand down his face and finally fills up a cup of tea for both of them. It’s not the drink he’d usually go for, especially not with pizza, but the shower has only done so much to warm him up, so tea it is. 

When he comes back into the living room, walking carefully to make sure nothing spills - they’ve had enough of both water and burns for one day, he thinks, Derek has cut the pizza into slices and sat down. To Stiles’ surprise he didn’t choose the armchair, but the couch, so now Stiles has to decide whether he’s going to take the armchair or sit down next to Derek. He hesitates and then sits down on the couch as well, reasoning to himself that it’s easier to get at the pizza that way. 

He promptly grabs a slice and shoves it into his mouth, mumbling: “Help yourself, dude,” when Derek doesn’t move to take a slice as well. Ignoring Derek’s disgusted look, he chews contentedly and switches on the TV, zapping through the channels until he ends up on something that looks familiar.

Stiles swallows and then says excitedly: “Dude, An American Werewolf in Paris!”

But to his surprise, Derek just furrows his brows in question.

“You’ve not seen it?” Stiles asks, confused. When Scott had first been bitten, Stiles had watched every single werewolf movie he could find, ostensibly in the name of research, but also just because most of them were hilarious, especially as he figured out this lycanthropy thing. 

“I am a werewolf, Stiles, I don’t have to watch crappy werewolf movies,” Derek says, sounding particularly disdainful.

“Dude, that’s the best part!” Stiles exclaims. “You get to make fun of all the things they get wrong! Crappy werewolf movies are the best movies now!” He gestures towards the TV. “Like look at the cannibalism here - not too closely, though, they really went all out - isn’t it absurd!” He stop and narrows his eyes when a worrying thought crosses his mind. “The cannibalism is absurd, isn’t it?”

“No, Stiles, I’d much prefer to eat you than this pizza,” Derek deadpans and Stiles’ tea goes down the wrong pipe when his mind offers up decidedly un-cannibalistic images for that. He waves off Derek’s suddenly concerned look and croaks after he’s gotten his cough under control: “Let’s just stick to pizza for now, shall we?”

“I didn’t mean -” Derek stutters, his cheeks flaming, and Stiles ignores the pang in his chest at that admission and quickly says: “Nevermind, look, here’s their cure - killing the one that bit you, so far, so good, but then also eating their heart. I don’t think Scott would have been able to eat Peter’s heart, even if he’d have managed to kill him. Thanks for that by the way; I know Scott probably doesn’t agree, but I’m glad you killed Peter. Imagine if the stories about the cure were just that - stories - and we’d have ended up with Scott as the Alpha! That would have definitely ended in tears. Not that you’re all fun and smiles, mind, but we’ll get you there yet. First of all, laughing at crappy werewolf movies. Eat up and then settle in, we’re going to enjoy this.”

Derek looks as though he wants to say something, but then he gives into Stiles’ obviously superior commands and snags the last piece of pizza. 

It takes a while, but about half way through the film he starts relaxing and, to Stiles’ surprise, even gets really into slagging off about all the inaccuracies. When it turns out the channel is having a werewolf night, it’s not even a question that they’re going to keep watching. Stiles just makes a dash up the stairs to raid his secret stash of unhealthy goodies, and then they settle in to watch the next film. And then the one after that.

Thankfully Stiles’ dad has the nightshift, otherwise this might be hard to explain.

Watching horrible movies with Derek is fun, way more than Stiles would have ever expected, and he even learns something, to the point where he’s tempted to write it all down. It’s valuable information after all! Derek’s humour is sharp and biting, but Stiles also forms a new appreciation for his trademark deadpan, which is hilarious in the right context. With every film they both sink deeper into the cushions, until Stiles’ side is pressed entirely against Derek, who is one hot line next to him. Thoughts already turning sluggish, Stiles wonders whether that’s a sign Derek is running a fever or whether he’s just naturally a supernatural furnace. Before he can ask him that though, he nods off, head sinking to rest on Derek’s shoulder and only wakes up hours later. 

The TV has been turned off, but Derek is still there, sound asleep next to Stiles, or rather, half under him, as they’ve both slid down in slumber. He looks far younger with his face slack and not caught in a frown and Stiles pushes himself up on his elbows so he can study him properly. Even the eyebrows look less intimidating like this, instead they look more, well, sad. Stiles bites his lip and ever so carefully brushes away a curl of hair that has fallen into Derek’s eyes. There’s faint lines at their corners and Stiles remembers them crinkling up as Derek had laughed at one of Stiles’ stupid jokes. He can’t remember having seen Derek properly laugh ever before. Smile, sure, though most of those had been fake as shit, but laugh? A full belly, throw his head back laugh? Never. 

And it’s a shame. 

Stiles resolves there and then that he’s going to fix that. He’s going to make Derek Hale laugh and be happy, if it’s the last thing he does.

Starting tomorrow. There’s a vampire movie marathon on tomorrow night, surely that will offer some hilarity. Certainly if they show Twilight - Stiles can’t wait to hear Derek’s comments on Jacob and the whole imprinting business. 

If they are really lucky, there might even be a Kanima movie marathon in their future, but Stiles isn’t placing any bets on that. Vampires will do for now and they’ll figure out the Kanima thing separately. 

But for now sleep beckons him again. He considers moving upstairs into his bed, but Derek is warm and the stairs are cold and who’s to stop Derek from escaping without breakfast in the morning if Stiles does not literally lie on him, so with that reasoning in mind, he wriggles carefully until he’s found a more comfortable position and then closes his eyes again, letting himself be lulled in by the calm rhythm of Derek’s slow breaths. 

Tomorrow can deal with all the inevitable questions. For now they sleep. 

You can find the rest of my Sterekweek fic (also from years past) here!