#4 weeks of fluff

[unsolved-duvall]

okokok HEAR ME OUT but eddie falling asleep with his head between your legs??? he just loves the feeling of your legs around him and how you taste, and he’ll literally go until you can’t take anymore and he’s just slowly licking up his mess and just. falls asleep sucking on your clit 🥺 please i can’t keep this to myself anymore

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 - 𝐞.𝐦. (𝟏𝟖+)

He’s just so so desperate to make you feel good. he genuinely believes there is nothing better than the sounds you make when he’s going down on you, your little moans and whimpers that fill the room. He will eat you out for his own enjoyment, perfectly content to give up breathing if it meant he got to live between your thighs for eternity, your soft hands running through his loose curls, quietly begging him never to stop.

He had gotten home from a long day to see you lying on your shared bed, you’re on your back and you have a book resting on your chest, you’re barely even reading it at this point, your eyelids so heavy you’re struggling to take in the words on the page. Eddie doesn’t even say anything as he walks into the bedroom, he just takes off his shoes, t-shirt and jacket until all he has on are his jeans. You look up at him, and even in your exhausted state you can tell from that look in his eyes what he wants.

You put the book down and reach a lazy hand out, grabbing at the air until Eddie gently throws himself on top of you, lacing his fingers through yours and pinning your hand to the bed as he mouths at your neck. The breathy way you say his name has him thanking whatever sort of god that might exist for letting him have you in his life, and in his bed.

You hear him whisper a pleading “can I taste you, angel?” into your neck, already covered in blossoming purple lovebites from last nights antics between the two of you. Eddie was insatiable.

You hum out in agreement and before you have time to kiss him Eddie’s slid himself down the bed to rest his between your legs, pulling down your pants and underwear in one smooth, rehearsed motion.

He paints your thighs in sloppy, open mouthed kisses before he turns all his attention to your cunt. Your eyes falling shut in perfect content as that familiar feeling of Eddie’s tongue on you comes flooding back.

He alternates between running his tongue through your folds and sucking on your clit, your breath hitching and back arching desperately off the bed every time. But Eddie isn’t doing this to make you cum. Not that he didn’t want you to. But he was doing this out of a selfish desire. He needed to taste you. Needed to hear your desperate pleas. Needed to be between your thighs. If you came (which you definitely did, that was inevitable with the way he was touching you) he wouldn’t stop. he just kept going, and going, and going.

You could be seeing stars and lose all control over your own body and Eddie would still be eating you out. Of course, you had a rule in place. Three taps to his shoulder and he stopped. Immediately. It would happen occasionally, Eddie would have been eating you out for an hour? two hours? you didn’t know anymore, and your clit was so swollen and your arousal was dripping down your thighs and you just couldn’t take it anymore.

The first time you tapped out you had apologised more times than you remembered, you knew Eddie needed this. Needed to go down on you to ease the stress from his aching body. So you felt horrible when you had to stop him. Eddie had made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that you were never to apologise for telling him no or stop ever again. He felt like he’d failed you if you thought you had to apologise.

But tonight was perfect. Not too much, not too little. Perfect. You needed this as much as he did. Your hand held his as he went down on you. You could tell he was tired from the way he was slowing down, his hold on your hand getting that little bit looser.

Trying to catch your breath that Eddie had stole from you with every movement of his mouth in you, you breathed out his name. He didn’t even look up at you, his head resting on your thigh as he sucked on your clit. You knew he was barely there anymore. You tried to shift yourself away from him, to let him sleep.

But even in his half-awake state, his free hand gripped your thigh tight enough to leave bruises. His eyes were shut and he was barely moving his mouth on your dripping cunt anymore, but he couldn’t let you go.

You eased your body into the sunken mattress below you and settled in for the night, with Eddie between your thighs and his hand holding onto yours.

[cyber333angel]

idk what this is 😭 i just think it’s cute to think about logan trying things you do on your day to day life—reader who plays minecraft and other games on an x-box or something — usually with wade but you convince logan to play with you some how. getting him to come to the living room and sit, placing yourself in between his legs. his large body just holding you as you explain what the objective of the games is. sighing saying, “ill give it a try for you bub.” and he does try! getting killed by creepers and zombies every 5 seconds while you build a cute little house for each other. actually getting invested on the game and becoming decent despite him not using technology on the usual. you try to invite him to you and wades little game nights and wade protest it because he thinks he will blow up your guys 5-house mansion with a farm and everything that you built, logan doesn’t care though. he just enjoys building a little house with you and seeing you explain something to him that you care about.

[highhhfiveee]

okay here me out. abby teasing reader about having a crush on mike, and when he's around very 'subtle' teasing from abby to reader... SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE BUT ITS BEEN ON MY MIND.

it makes sense! i was working on a little ficlet for the "mint" series and i think this works with it (,:

self care

a "mint" ficlet. read the og here: 🍫

wc: 2k tags: mint!mike and reader, fluff, no warnings, just cute stuff (:

mike lets out a long sigh as he turns the car off, rubbing his hands down his face. security work is exhausting, and while he understands working overnight shifts, he doesn't see how it's healthy.

he's always tired, always irritable, always ready to call it quits and say "fuck work", staying home until he's caught up on his winks.

it would be a dream for him, he thinks, but he knows it's not realistic. he's doing this to better his life, better abby's life; it would all be worth it in the end, he hoped.

he exits the car with no urgency, trotting his way to the front door. he's excited to see you and abby, eager to sit and eat breakfast with you guys, tell you about his night.

he turns the knob and it gives with no trouble, which makes his heart rate tick up. the door is never unlocked.

he bursts inside frantically, beginning to panic a bit when he sees that you aren't in your usual spot on the couch, cuddled into one of the blankets or sweeping your green mint wrappers into your hand. the tv wasn't on. there wasn't anything happening in the kitchen.

it was eerily quiet, too quiet for his liking.

"y/n?" he calls, wildly hanging his security vest and kicking off his shoes. "abby?"

mike wonders why the two of you aren't answering, beginning down the hall with his hands balled into anxious fists. what if something had happened to you two? what if he went into one of the rooms and found something undesirable, something that turned him frigid and reserved? what if someone had hurt you?

the light's on in the bathroom, framing the closed door in a fuzzy ring of yellow gold. mike hears voices, muffled but persistent, and music. it's all it takes for him to lean against the door, grip the doorknob and count down before he charges into the wood, slamming the door open and yelling into the bathroom.

you and abby squeal, bodies wracked with fear. you both have green paste all over your faces, spread around your eyes and mouths in a precise layer. you're holding onto your chest as you try to calm down, tapping on your phone to stop the music you're playing. abby heaves angrily, marching over to mike and giving him a moderately powered shove. "not funny, mike!"

"i wasn't trying to be funny," he utters, huffing along with you two. "i thought someone had broken in or something. the door was unlocked and i called for both of you but you didn't answer. i was terrified." you frown, shaking your head in disappointment at yourself.

"i'm really sorry, mike. i took the trash out earlier and i guess i forgot to lock the door when i came back in. i would never try to put abby in harm's way."

"no, no, it's okay," mike returns, taking a deep-rooted sigh of relief now that he knows you two are safe. "i know you wouldn't. mistakes happen, i just lost it a little. wouldn't want anything to ever happen to you two."

your cheeks heat up at "you two". you're flattered that he cares about your safety at the same level that he cares about abby's, or at all really. you knew that abby meant everything to him, but you wondered just how much you meant to him, exactly.

"that's totally understandable. sorry i didn't hear you calling either, we were kind of caught up in the music and face masks," you chuckle shyly, pulling the sleeves of the forest green sweatshirt you were wearing over your hands. it's mike's sweatshirt, one that he thinks he remembers giving to abby sometime ago. you look good in it.

"y/n was teaching me about 'self care', and how doing little things for myself is important. we started with skincare, see?" abby places her hands under her chin, using them to hold her face as she smiles.

it hadn't been your plan to use your $40 face mask on abby this morning, but you didn't mind. you'd been in the bathroom, humming along to the soothing ambient music that floated from your phone speakers and smothering your face in green like you'd be starring in Wicked when she appeared in the doorframe, bleary eyed and lethargic. "may i pee?"

you exited the bathroom and closed the door behind you, opening it back up once you heard the toilet flush and the faucet run. "what's on your face?" she asked, shaking the water off of her hands.

"it's a face mask. this one is my personal favorite. it's specifically for moisturizing the skin, but there are so many other ones that do different things. i do them sometimes as a part of self care."

"what's self care?"

"i can explain it to you. want to try some of the mask after you brush your teeth?" she nodded happily, beginning to shed any trace of sleepiness.

"my skin is a bit dry." you laughed at her, helping her with her toothbrush. after, you'd sat her on the bathroom counter, scooping product with your middle and ring fingers and smearing it across abby's delicate skin.

"so, it's just like...taking care of yourself? literal self care?" you nodded, filling in whatever gaps you could find.

"mhm. just doing small things to make yourself feel better, happy, more fulfilled. we all need to take care of ourselves, living these lives. it's important to remember to take time for yourself when you need it, okay? taking breaks is good. humans need rest."

"mike never rests," she admitted, pouting at the thought of mike working all the time, tired and distant from the strain on his mental and physical health. "i don't even think he knows what rest is."

"i'm sure he does, he's just working hard to make sure you're never in need. he cares about you a lot, and wants you to be safe, and happy, and taken care of."

"which is nice," abby muttered, turning to look at her face in the mirror. she smiled, humming in contentment before facing you again. "i just wish he would go do something. take off from work and go out. go on a date." you jovially scoff at her words, tickling at her abdomen.

"what do you know about dating, huh? does mike even like dates?"

"i think he'd like a date with you." your entire body flushed with mortification, and you stepped back from abby, stumbling over your words with nervous laughter.

"t-t-there's no way he would, abby. that's silly. i don't even like him like that, it would be unprofessional..." you bit at your bottom lip, avoiding abby's eyes.

"oh please. you're my unpaid babysitter, not a salaried nanny," she reassured curtly, and you frowned at her, playfully insulted. "plus, i know you have a crush on him, y/n. it's so obvious. i saw you nearly die when he gave you those mints. i'm sure he see stuff like that too if he wasn't so clueless about everything."

you nodded, gnawing at your bottom lip so hard you drew blood. "well, jeez, thank you for the exposé, abby. still, i don't think he feels the same way. he has no time to think about me." abby only squinted at you, her lips pursed with amusement.

"or so you think." you'd waved her off, pivoting the subject by showing her your skincare collection, explaining all the different tubes and bottles. you'd fanned them out over the counter, grouping things by step.

"and this is vitamin c...usually comes before your moisturizer and helps with dark spots, dullness...you have to wear sunscreen when you wear it, but you should be wearing sunscreen everyday anyway bec----"

mike had burst in at this moment, scaring the shit out of both you and abby. how you'd forgotten to lock the door, you didn't know, but you're glad mike had gotten home before anyone else could enter.

now, mike just tiredly returns his sister's smile. "that's nice, abs."

"yeah, was telling y/n that you should try it. you need to rest and take care of yourself." mike nods, pursing his lips in that tickled way that abby did earlier.

"that so? do a couple of face masks, take a bath, and make some tea to renew myself?"

"sounds like a plan to me," abby cheers, looking towards you. "add going on a date to the list and now, we're talkin'."

"a date?" mike ridicules, shaking his head at abby's frivolous suggestion. "a date with who?"

"i may know someone," abby teases, winking over at you so unmistakably that you're sure you're going to combust with the number of times you've flushed hot. "someone not too far, in fact."

mike can tell that abby is killing you, prodding at your private, adult feelings and decides to make her stop. "okay, abs, that's enough. wash your face while i go talk to y/n, okay? and no eavesdropping."

"i can try, but not promise."

"abby," mike asserts, and she shrinks under his serious stare, mumbling, "okay, okay, jeez."

you follow mike out into the living room, once again tugging at the sleeves of his sweatshirt. it drapes over you nicely, about one size too big, and the color looks so nice against your skin, rich and earthy.

"thanks for looking after her, as always," he commends, eyes still trained on you as you return his kindness with a soft "yeah, always. sorry again about the door." but mike dismisses your apology with a wave.

after a moment, he says, "that sweatshirt's nice," rubbing his fingers against his stubbled chin.

you drop your gaze down, smiling at the clothing item. you liked it a lot. it was super comfy and smelled like their place, pacifying you through the late night and early morning. "oh thanks. i left my sweater at home and abby let me borrow this one. it's so cute on her but it's super big."

"yeah," mike snickers, letting out some air through his nose. "that's 'cause it's mine." your body's color is replaced with flaming red, burning from the top of your forehead to the soles of your feet. how many more times could you be embarrassed this morning?

"oh my god, i'm so sorry. here, i can give it back," you panic, beginning to pull the item over your head, careful to not get your face mask on it. mike stops you with a hand to your elbow, a gentle graze that doesn't move even when you have the sweatshirt back over your torso.

"hey, hey, no need. i gave it to her but i like how it looks on you. you look really beautiful...face mask and all." you blush vehemently, whimpering out "thank you" and bringing your thumb to your mouth to gnaw at so you don't say something else you might regret. you're sure mike can read your jitteriness, and you try to slip into a cool girl attitude when his eyes toss coyness your way.

you'd been babysitting abby for a while, and something about the way you continued to despite the hours and not being paid softened mike. of course he intended on paying you, but even when he did, he would always remember you as so kind, so generous; such a beautiful soul in a beautiful body.

"so...about that date?" he proposes, and the two of you hear a hushed, "yes!" around the corner of the wall. you both turn towards it, catching abby as she runs across the hall to her room.

"abby!"

"i said try!"

how flipping CUTE! i love cute shit like this, and after writing so much smut, it was nice to write something oh so sweet (((: gonna be posting smut next though lmao, just something slight, something slight. hope you enjoyed!

faire's seedlings ✿

@leahdhopkins4321-@pyr0-kai-@angstywhore-@sunazroo-@nyxthoughtss-@mirophobic-@fayethor-@marixsimps-@regretfulme-@ithinkitszeph-@707xn-@cattt777-@violetta-ximena-@amnesia33-@topnerd03-@fastnights-@laprvphette-@savage-aespa-@mfdxz-@0-tatiana-0-@dusstory

[playlistbyjo]

made a playlist and its a ‘benedict bridgerton being silly’ kind of playlist and now i wish i could be friends with him. Pls let me know what songs that have the same vibes, i’d love to add more😌

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

aeon fluff week - day 4 - vacation

i DUNNO beach day

tag list @aeonloves @a-phantoms-shadow @fleurdelily @kittenslady

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Lunch in Indianapolis | E.M x OC

[zukkaoru]

can we always be this close?

Perhaps it should be concerning, how easy it was for Chuuya to let him into their life. They are fundamentally different in many ways, and their allegiances are pledged to opposite sides—Kunikida has walked in the light for his entire life while Chuuya lives contentedly in the dark. But despite their differences, there are many similarities between the two of them as well. They complement each other far better than Chuuya could have ever expected. It was easy to let Kunikida in because Chuuya saw some of themself in him. And it was easy to let him stay because he wanted to. There are very few people who stay in Chuuya’s life—whether by their own choice, or because they were taken away. But now, eight months after Chuuya kissed Kunikida for the first time, he’s still by their side.

or: kunichuu date night, featuring a bubble bath, nail polish, and dancing

💗 3.1k words | kunichuu established relationship 💗 for bsd fluff week day 1: sleepover / bubble bath

[shzketches]

MATSUHANA!!! ft djungelskog

[sonics-atelier]

A Note of Affection

In a tale of swapped identities, a Slytherin receives mysterious love notes, leading to a surprising revelation during a Transfiguration class with a witty Gryffindor.

Read On AO3, Word Count: 456 words

For @kay-elle-cee and @sunshinemarauder Jily Week 2024 Day 4 : Flip the Script

[dangraccoon]

Frightful

Week 4 ~ fuzzy blanket ~ first snow ~

Word Count: 381 Content: Fluff, snow, cuddles, Wrecker being a sweetie

@clone-wars-winter-challenge

Mando'a Guide: mesh'la - beautiful cyar'ika - sweetheart

The slight jolt of the ship dropping out of hyperspace was enough to wake you, but you kept your eyes shut, unwilling to give up the edge of sleep you teetered on. 

“Mesh’la?” a familiar voice hummed. “You awake?”

You hummed, nuzzling against the course hand that cupped your face. He was so warm and you could feel the chill of space travel still lingering in the ship. 

“Time to get up,” he cooed.

“Wrecker,” you whined, drawing out the syllables. Your eyes fluttered open, met with his soft smile–the one he saved just for the rare quiet moments alone. 

“Come on, cyar’ika,” he chuckled as his hands drifted to scoop you up from under the soft, fluffy blanket you’d picked up at the last refueling stop and throw you over his shoulder. “Got a mission to do,” he insisted over your squeals of laughter and false protest. 

After a few compromised minutes of soft kisses and cuddling, you dragged your gear on, situating your heavy med-pack on your back. 

You’d been to so many planets since leaving your homeworld for the first time, what could be so different about this one?

As the steps out of the ship lowered, the squad was almost immediately buffeted by the strong winds that had made Tech’s landing a little turbulent, the ever-present black undersuit doing its best to reserve your body heat. 

“The compound is just over this ridge,” Hunter called through the comms. You sent a silent thanks for them; the howling wind would’ve covered any other noise. 

As the trek continued, trudging forward through half a meter of snow, you recalled things you’d heard about the so-called “wintry weather”.

“‘Let It Snow’, my ass,” you muttered, bitterly remembering that ancient hymn. 

“What’s-a matter, mesh’la?” Wrecker teased, bumping your shoulder–lighter than he usually did with his brothers, but it was just enough to make you stumble a bit. “Can’t take a little snow?”

You groaned. “It didn’t snow on my planet. I thought people like this stuff?”

“You’ve… never seen snow?” Wrecker asked, stopping in his tracks. 

“No,” you grumbled. “Definitely not this much.”

He laughed, scooping you up into his arms and bumping his helmet against yours. “Don’t worry, cyar’ika. When we get back, I’ll make sure you’re all cozy again.”

Mando'a Guide: mesh'la - beautiful cyar'ika - sweetheart

« Previous Week Next Week »

Thanks for reading! - River

TCW Winter Spectacular Prompt Challenge Master List DangRaccoon Masterlist Taglist Form Read on AO3

Tags: @writing-positivelyexisting @nekotaetae @lokigirlszendaya @get-wr3ckered @jediknightjana @idoubleswearimawriter @lucyysthings @unstable-kiwi @6oceansofmoons @l3xi3luv @savebytheodoresnonjosestuff @winter-phoenix1995 @serenityselene @nomercyforthewarrior @luna-the-lone-red-wolf @Padawancat97 @error6gendernotfound @techs-goggles9902

[16sydd16]

Six months after a broken engagement, Cady finds herself having some frightening feelings for her best friend.

My Cadina Week Day 4 oneshot is up, and it's all fluff:)

Happy Cadina Week, and I'll see you tomorrow for Day 5!!💖

[dankgemestho]

Jon Kent Week 2023 Day 4 Alternate Universe

I'm so proud of this one! It's super lord Jon and demon's head Damian, but they're allowed to be happy because I said so. Jon is flying to hug Damian. Also I swear to rao I was just intending to draw super lord Jon but I was struggling with coming up with a pose so I added another person.

@jonkentweek

[lilyofthevolume]

I wrote a whole ass fic for Polin week 2024 based on those Man about Town photos.

I regret nothing.

[playlistbyjo]

Oh i want this version of There She Goes on Benedict’s season pls🥹💖

Also, I made a playlist of songs that remind me of him🤭☺️

[pullhisteeth]

thinking about getting married to eddie :) (fem!reader)

it's a little courthouse affair because you've not got a lot of money and really you want to save what you do have. so there's the two of you - him, in his new (second-hand) black suit, crisp white shirt and a pretty patterned tie, and you, in a fresh short dress, pearlescent under the town hall lights - and Wayne, and your parents, siblings, whoever it is you want by your side, all crammed in the small registry office. maybe Steve and Robin are there, best man and maid of honour, excitable despite Robin's mutterings about how uncomfortable she is in formalwear. maybe Nance and Jonathan came too, maybe even some of the kids (just think what a good set of bridesmaids you'd have!). you've got your hair done nice and the bouquet is dark leaves and deep red and purple flowers, mixed with baby's breath. it stands out harsh against your pretty dress and when you come in the room Eddie swears he dies and goes to heaven.

the ceremony is short but you make sure to keep it a little traditional, just to indulge yourselves. you stand before one another in front of the officiant, almost toe-to-toe. Eddie's looking at you, eyes all soft for you, welling up because you're beautiful and you're here, looking back at him, giving yourself to him forever. and you're mapping his face, eyes dancing over the creases where he's smiling and quite clearly trying not to cry, and you're praising whatever there is out there that he's giving himself to you, too.

vows are exchanged and Eddie slides a pretty band over your ring finger. you do the same to him and then the officiant says the words and his hands are on your face and the bouquet is on the floor. he kisses you firm and kind, arm sliding around your waist to lean you back, just like they do in the movies. you giggle against his mouth, still delighted by his dramatics all these years later, and hook your arms around his neck to kiss him back as hard as you can. it quickly devolves into more laughs and clashing teeth so he pulls you to stand and grasps your hand, raising it up above your heads as everybody claps, Steve whoop-ing and Robin hollering, and for a brief second you swear you catch Wayne wipe away a tear.

after you get some polaroids out in the hall, stood beside the sign for the marriage office, and after you've signed all the papers and made sure everything is in order, you get to do the party. Eddie gets a deal with the guy who runs the Hideout, so you have the place to yourselves for the evening and it's not costing you a small fortune. everybody you love is there - the whole party, Hopper, Joyce, your own friends and family - and the bar is all yours too. Eddie's friends play you some music, and he even sits up on the stage himself at one point, plugging in his guitar and playing you one of your favourite songs. you have your first dance to something that means everything, a song the two of you adore. as he sways you back and forth you rest your cheek on his shoulder and hold his hand in yours, and you think about how absolutely ludicrous it is that you lucked out like this. and he squeezes you tight, spins you round, pulls giggles from you like he always does, and thinks he truly must be the luckiest man on planet earth if this is his life for the rest of time.

he makes sure to tell you this in his speech which, in hindsight, possibly should have been done before someone cracked open a new bottle of Jack Daniel's. he stands on the stage, suit jacket long gone, the top three buttons of his shirt undone, looking gorgeous as ever, and professes his love to you like he hasn't just married you. you stand below, hands clasped and staring up at him all giddy, feeling the same way you did when he asked you to the movies when you were seventeen. the air in your lungs is all bubbly, fizzing like all the champagne you've been drinking, and with the spotlight behind him Eddie looks like the angel you know him to be.

"my love," he slurs, glass of whiskey in one hand and heart covered by the other, "i tell you every day, but it will never be enough. you are the greatest person to walk this earth, and how you landed here, with me, i will never know."

here, he reaches his hand and squats down. you step forward and take it and he holds it, thumb rubbing over the back of it, eyes on you and you alone. he's already told silly anecdotes, including the one about you falling in a dumpster on your third date, and the one about the pizza place ruining his first attempt at a proposal by sending his custom marry me? pizza to someone else, and now he's gotten all soppy and serious. this is the Eddie you love the most, the one that only really comes out in your own home, over dinner or under the sheets. everyone's watching him, the way he looks at you and the reflected fondness in your own eyes.

"we're gonna take over the world, sugar," he declares, the same way he did on one of your early dates up by the lake, the first time he told you he loved you. "i can't wait," you whisper, words for him alone, and he grins at you and pulls your hand. he drops the microphone which makes a horrible noise and grasping your face between both palms he kisses you, the angle a little awkward considering he's still up on stage, and soon the claps around the room become shouts of get a fucking room, sickos because you can't get enough of kissing your husband and he can't get enough of kissing his wife.

the money you saved gets you a week in California. it's warm and quiet and beautiful and you're so goddamn happy.

[naminethewriter]

Thank You for Finding Me

Chapter Four: Bit by Bit

Masterpost | First | Previous | Next | Ao3

@intrulogicalweek

Story Summary: Logan didn’t date or really had any friends but when this strange guy asks him out while complimenting his posterior, he can’t help but be intrigued.

Content Warnings: Touch Starvation

~~*~~

Dating Logan was fun, exhilarating and delightful. Remus felt like he was understood like never before. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, whether they were talking about shared interests or personal issues. It was great!

Only one thing was missing, and Remus had a guess as to why.

Despite having met up multiple times and agreeing to be exclusive for the time being to see how their relationship develops, Logan had kept the physical distance between them noticeable. When they walked, he stayed an arm’s length apart. When saying goodbye, he wouldn’t hug Remus and instead just waved.

Remus wasn’t sure if he was doing it deliberately or out of habit.

From what Logan had told him, neither his parents nor his grandfather had been physically affectionate with him, and he didn’t have friends for most of his life. Remus also strongly suspected this was Logan’s first relationship.

The one friend he knew Logan had is Virgil, a college student in his mid-twenties (so about three years younger than Logan and four than Remus) that worked at the library part time.  Remus had met him once when he picked up Logan after work and the man seemed skittish. Logan had also told him that Virgil was touch averse to prevent him from accidentally crossing boundaries, so that led Remus to believe that Logan hadn’t physically touched anyone regularly since he was a toddler.

Most likely he was touch starved without even realizing it.

Logan hadn’t told Remus that he was uncomfortable with touching, he had simply avoided any contact so far. Considering that he had told him about Virgil’s situation made Remus wonder if he even knew what his own boundaries in that regard were.

The issue was living rent free in Remus’ brain, jumping up and down and using his nerves as slides. At least that’s what he liked to imagine his more persistent thoughts to look like. So he decided that this evening when Logan and he were going to go to the cinema together, he’d try holding his hand. If Logan told him no, he’d respect it of course, but he had to try.

They settled into their seats as the commercials began playing. Logan had bought a tub of popcorn for the two of them after admitting that he had never had any before. Too unhealthy his parents had said. The guy behind the snack counter let him try one sweetened and one salted and Logan had liked both but preferred the salty ones, so that’s what they got. Remus didn’t mind either way.

Once the commercials transitioned to trailers, Remus carefully placed his hand on Logan’s that was lying on top of the armrest between them.

Logan flinched as soon as they made contact and his head turned to look at Remus, his eyes wide.

“That okay? I can stop if you want.”

Logan chewed on his bottom lip, uncertainty in his eyes.

“No, I’d like to…” He swallowed and started again. “I’d like to try it. Your hand is very warm. It burns a bit.”

“Well, feel free to take your hand back whenever you want,” Remus nodded. “I won’t be offended.”

“Thank you.”

It took a bit for Logan to relax back in his seat but eventually he did. Remus kept an eye on him out of his peripheral even after the movie started.

He was pretty sure he was spot on with his touch starvation theory.

It was something to talk about with Logan after the film.

Two hours later, both of them had enjoyed the comedy and they walked back to Logan’s car discussing their favorite parts. Logan kept his distance again and Remus had to hold back from grabbing his hand.

One step at a time.

“Thank you for inviting me to see this movie,” Logan said as they reached his car. The house he had inherited from his grandfather was in the suburbs while Remus’ flat was more central. “I did not think I would enjoy it that much.”

“You’re welcome, Lolo! I liked hearing you laugh so much.”

Logan’s cheeks turned a dusty pink and Remus thought that he must be the most adorable man in the world.

“I will see you soon,” Logan said as he opened his car door and Remus instinctively grabbed his free hand to stop him. Logan flinched again but didn’t pull away.

“Wait a sec, please. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Logan blinked but let the car door fall shut again and motioned for Remus to speak.

“So, I’ve noticed that you’ve been keeping a bit of a distance from me. I don’t mind, if that’s what you’re comfortable with then I can respect that, I just wanted to, y’know, ask about your boundaries. I really, really liked holding your hand.”

“Oh, uhm…” Logan’s blush came back stronger as he fumbled to find the right words. “I liked it, too,” he eventually settled on, almost whispering it into the night.

“You said it burned a bit, right?”

“Yes, why?”

“Well, I was wondering if you might be touch starved. Like, from all you’ve told me it seems like you don’t have a lot of physical contact with people and your family didn’t really do that either, so it’s not surprising really, but it’s unhealthy and I’d really like to help if you’d let me.” Remus said most of that in one breath and at the end he gasped a bit for air. Logan didn’t immediately say anything, so Remus waited patiently. He watched as Logan chewed on his bottom lip again, his one hand rubbing his arm while Remus still held the other.

“I see the logic behind your reasoning,” Logan admitted after a few moments. “I have always kept my distance from others as much as possible and it seems it became an unconscious habit as a result. I hadn’t even thought of the physical aspects of our relationship.”

Remus couldn’t say he wasn’t a bit disappointed by that statement, he had thought of Logan in his bed many times, but he had had a relatively active sex life since his late teens, so it might just be more on his mind than on his partner’s. Especially since he could guess that Logan’s emotions weren’t the only thing he had repressed for years.

“I would like to hold your hand like tonight again, but I don’t know about doing more than that for now.”

“Then how about this? We do things as we have been and add the handholding whenever we feel comfortable with it. And bit by bit we can try more things. Like an experiment. Test out your boundaries.”

“Yes, that sounds good,” Logan nodded, his shoulders sagging in relief. Remus hadn’t even noticed the tension building up. “Thank you for being so understanding, Remus.”

“Of course. I really like you, Logan. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I like you as well.”

Remus squeezed his hand before letting go and taking a step back.

“Get home safe.”

“You as well.”

Logan got in his car and drove away. Remus watched after him and sighed. Looked like he’d have to stick to his toys for the time being. Logan was definitely worth the wait though.

~~*~~

Over the next few months, they got closer bit by bit. Handholding led to short hugs. Those became longer and longer until Logan stopped shivering after Remus let go of him. Then they leaned against each other as they watched shows together on Logan’s couch. Eventually, half a year into their relationship, Logan fell asleep lying on top of Remus as the last scenes of Howl’s Moving Castle played.

Remus played with his hair as he watched his chest rise and fall steadily.

He smiled.

How did he ever get so lucky?