#BABE WAKE UP MY FIC JUST FLOPPED

[sercezgazety]

“Of Herbert West, I can only speak with mild annoyance,” Dan tells the police when he finally stops shaking for long enough to string more than two words together. And oh, how they waited for that moment, with the recorders and notepads ready, impatient and faux-polite every time Dan tried to answer a question and broke down instead. Now, now he’s calmer, but also not that helpful since all that’s happened is just kind of foggy. Probably for the best. “Though we shouldn’t speak ill of the dead,” he adds, remembering the lessons he’s been taught from a very young age because he’s always been a good kid.

The officer gives him a weird look after that last part.                  

“And there’s no reason to,” Dan says hurriedly. Why, he can’t tell. “I mean, in West’s case. He kept to himself, mostly. He… studied a lot, I think. Kept regular hours. Paid on time, didn’t party, didn’t have anyone coming over.”

Never left a mess, Dan wants to add, but that is so blatantly untrue given the circumstances, the words just refuse to leave his mouth.

“Then why the annoyance?”

Dan squints at the policewoman, trying to figure out what kind of question is that. Are they already gathering evidence against West? Well, yeah, probably, that’s why he’s here. There’s no suspect, no one to arrest anymore, just an entire morgue out of order and a lot of dismembered corpses. And some ... complete corpses. He wonders briefly to which group Herbert’s belongs, but tries to focus, lest he goes into shock once again. The officers here were clearly not taught how to deal with it, just like with everything that happened at Miskatonic. But it doesn’t seem like Dan was particularly prepared for any of that as well, and West’s fate suggests neither was he. Still, he gave Dan his notes, his life’s work, and Dan should probably hold on to these, otherwise it’s all for— all—

“What annoyance?” he asks.

He has to admit, the officer is really trying to remain polite. “The one you’ve just referred to, Mr. Cain,” she says, and she doesn’t even roll her eyes.

Dan pauses, considering the question. It’s not just that it’s the police asking it, it’s— it’s also the subject. He doesn’t know how to put it all into words, the insufferable demeanor, the ill-timed jokes and weirdly intense stare, the way West moves — moved — noiselessly, sneaking up on you until you— you were constantly on edge. The clipped voice, the contempt radiating from his every gesture, the absurdly well-pressed shirts that made everyone around him look sloppy. And other things as well, the things West caused.

But no matter how much Dan would love for that to be true, he didn’t cause them all by himself. Dan was substantial in achieving this clusterfuck, and while West suffered the consequences, while Meg is lying there, Dan is apparently fine, absolutely fine and unharmed, struggling with putting a tenth of it into words.

He settles on, “Have you met Herbert West?”

“Yes, actually.” The officer winces. “Been called by the hotel staff to investigate a funny smell in his room last month.”

“Huh,” Dan says, unsure how to react without offering any information that would lead to the notes being confiscated. He should just give them to the police freely, he really should. They’re the cause of… all of this. They, and Dan.

“We found a rabid hamster,” the policewoman adds cheerfully.

Of course they did.

She waits for a second, awkwardly, clearly expecting an answer, but since there’s none, she returns to the original line of questioning.  “So you didn’t spend much time with Mr. West?” she asks, her smile only getting wider, as if that was supposed to hide the obvious trap.

Is it a trap, though?

“Not much.” Dan shrugs. “We worked different shifts. Barely passed each other in the kitchen.”

It’s not a lie.

The woman makes a show of shuffling papers and pretending to read something, and now Dan’s not that sure about her being polite anymore.

“It’s odd,” she says with hesitation that screams insincerity. “It says here in the report that he used to visit you at the morgue.”

Some part of Dan tells him he should be alarmed by the course of the conversation, but the rest of him can’t focus for long enough to tell why is that, too busy trying to avoid thinking about the place the officer’s just brought up.

“He came to visit once,” he says warily. “It just happened to be at the time when, um.” When the Dean was killed sort of by them? He was supposed to go the police with this fact himself, wasn’t he. And now, now they’d probably believe him, given what’s transpired. He told Meg he wanted to confess, he just needed proof. There’s plenty of it now. This is the perfect opportunity to face the music and, well, no, not come clean. Dan will never be clean, he’ll never be able to reverse or even atone for what happened, especially now, with West gone, when all of this was for nothing and all what’s left is the notes Dan traded for West’s life. “When the Dean came by as well,” Dan finishes, and it’s half this weird loyalty for his dead accomplice, half simple cowardice. “And got… angry.”

The officer gives a perfunctory nod and pretends to jot that down. Dan is pretty sure the subject is going to come back sooner or later.

“It’s an odd place to pay a visit,” she comments for now.

“Well.” Dan’s muscle memory immediately tells him how to rub his neck sheepishly. It would have had a better effect, though, had the hand not returned smeared with blood. He’s changed already. How the fuck did that happen? Does he still have blood in his hair? What else, then? “You know. It’s the place I worked in.”

“And why did Mr. West decide to visit you at work?”

Um.

“He knew I was upset that day.” Technically true, but now what? Do they know about the student loan? It’s not really an information he should volunteer to the police, it sounds like a motive. “My cat died the day before. It was rather… sudden,” he decides to say. “I had sort of meltdown when I learned about it.”

“What sort of meltdown?” the woman asks, and only now Dan can see the mistake he’s just made. Way to go, he’s probably being promoted from a witness to a possible suspect. “Are you prone to those?”

All he can do is shake his head.

“Were you angry that day?”

“No, just sad,” Dan says hurriedly, trying to salvage the situation. Though he wasn’t supposed to be doing that, he was supposed to come clean. “It just shook me up a bit, I’ve had him for years.” He gulps, but there’s absolutely no saliva in his mouth now. “Death… is always something hard to accept.” Still technically true. Can one perjure themselves outside of the court? Is that an offense that actually exists?

The officer’s sympathetic expression is what makes Dan remember why exactly he’s here. Ah yes, dealing with death. Yeah. It’s funny, how you can ignore an open wound for entire minutes, and then it reopens, even though it’s been there, gaping, all along. Now, it’s somehow bigger, and Meg is much more dead than a second ago, as if that were a gradable adjective.

But given that death indeed is something hard to accept — and there are so many ways of not accepting it, turns out, much more than Dan’s ever suspected — he just refuses to acknowledge the reality for a second longer, and carries on, “So he came to check up on me. He knew how much I liked him.”

“Oh.” The policewoman brightens up in a gotcha! kind of way. “So you two were close after all.”

“No, no, no.” Dan’s response is so hurried, it’s hardly natural. “I meant Rufus.”

“Who’s Rufus?” the officer asks in confusion that appears actually genuine this time, and Dan wants to scream.

It’s such a small thing, really, but it’s like he just can’t communicate the simplest thought, and that’s not even the real problem here. He doesn’t know what the police wants from him, and if he doesn’t know that, he doesn’t know what information to avoid.

Why is he trying to avoid anything, anyways? The worst has already happened. He can’t hurt West, nor Meg. Not anymore, that is. He’s done a pretty good job until that moment, though.  He tries to inhale through his nose, but it’s a bad idea. Some occupants of this office must have no reservations when it comes to smoking indoors, and the smell is making his nausea worse.

“Rufus is— yeah, um.” Jesus. Come on. “Rufus was—”

There’s a pathetic stutter even he can hear, and it’s not like he’s talking about a person or anything. It’s just Rufus, for now. There will be people he’ll need to talk about. How is he going to deal with the funerals if he can’t mention a dead cat?

Will he be expected to say something? In front of the casket? That probably depends on who he was to Meg, finally. A fiancée? Kind of, but more probably a boyfriend. She accepted his proposal, fine, but he’s not sure whether he accepted hers. He got distracted. No, actually, Herbert distracted him, and Dan’s pretty sure that was on purpose. Did they break up for real last night? Maybe an ex-boyfriend, then. Murderer? That one for certain, so why would they let him into the church at all? Does he have the right to go there?

At least in case of West, he’s pretty sure the event is not going to take place at a church. They’ve never discussed faith — why would they? — but something tells Dan, West wasn’t a very devoted follower of any religion. It’s entirely possible that he avoided temples because he’d burst into flames the moment he entered one of those. No one’s going to care enough to intervene, no matter who shows up during the very much secular ceremony, anyways. If anyone decided to come at all.

Dan would come. He’d want to come, he realizes. There, unlike at Meg’s funeral, he wouldn’t be an impostor but an accomplice. He deserves to be there, whatever the hell that means.

“Rufus was the dead cat,” he finishes as neutrally as he can.

“Hmm.” Now, the officer’s eyes are sharp again. Calculative, though in a different way than West’s were. She, for one, doesn’t seem insane. “There is a weird pattern of animal abuse allegations with Mr. West,” she remarks, trying to make it sound offhanded. “Five different cases, and every time, without fail, turned out it was a false alarm.”

“Rufus got his head stuck in a jar,” Dan says automatically. Doesn’t know why. “Suffocated.”

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[mapiforpresident]

Hi, I would love a Throuple Fic with Leah and Lia, they and y/n just cuddle and kiss each other in their shared Bed after an intense Arsenal Game, basically pure Fluff

Ty <3

Post-Game Cuddles

Leah x reader x Lia

warnings: none

This is the first blurb I am putting out while I am on vacation for the next week starting tomorrow. Please send in more requests for blurbs or head-canons I have not received that many. Thank you all!!

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"God, I'm exhausted," Leah whined as she flopped onto the king size bed. You let out a laugh at this as you jumped on top of her to which she let out a grunt and shoved you off.

"Babe, you sat in the stands the whole time, we are the ones that played a full 90 minutes," Lia said as she laid down on her side of the bed calmly.

"Its tiring being a wag to the two bestest girls in the WSL," Leah said as she pulled you into her side.

"I'm cold, let me get under the warm covers," you whined to Leah who reluctantly let you out of her hold and all three of you scooting under the warm blankets.

The three of you laid in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying being in you girlfriends' presence and tired from the game.

Leah was laying in the middle, you and Lia each laying a head on one of her shoulders tucked into her side.

You leaned across Leah, and pulled Lia in for a gentled kiss, telling her how much you love her without actually speaking the words.

After a minute of kissing her, you heard your other girlfriend loudly clear her throat looking at you expectantly.

"Sorry, my love, how could I forget about my sexy wag," you said to her as she smirked. She then pulled you in for a kiss that was slightly rougher than your other girlfriend's. They were completely different lovers, but thats why you loved both of them.

Leah than pulled Lia into a long kiss as you tucked your head into the crook of Leah's neck. You wrapped your arm as far as you could reach across Lia's back trying to pull her impossibly closer to you.

"Let's take a nap loves, I'll cook dinner when we wake up and we can watch the lord of the rings while we eat," Lia told the both of you. You and Leah both smiled brightly at the mention of the choice of movie.

You were all out soundly not even five minutes later, loving being in the warm and strong arms of your girlfriends.

[silvergyus]

Bro doggy style with beomgyu would be so sexy like- imagine him taking pics of u from behind or damn recording it. I literally need a fic dedicated to it.

take a photo

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader

summary: beomgyu likes to record when he fucks you from behind

warnings: kind of dom!beomgyu, beomgyu (consensually) photographs & records during sex, creampie, reader has a vulva, pussy slapping, mention of y/n's hair being long enough to pull, hair pulling (y/n receiving), use of "baby/ babe/ pretty girl/ good girl" for y/n

word count: 1,100+

author’s note: not sure if this is what you were looking for anon lol please enjoy my first time writing this kind of dynamic

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Beomgyu fucking you from behind with deep strokes, relishing in the way your pussy sucks him in. He’s big and in this position you can feel him all in your belly. He has a grip on your hip, lazily pulling you back onto his cock, hips still as he moves you back and forth. You let out a long, low moan at the feeling of being filled completely.

You can hear his smirk even before you turn to look at him chuckling quietly. His bangs fall in his face, shadowing his eyes as he looks down at you. He caresses your side and ass, still slowly pulling you back onto him. His guitar-calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You whine at the sensation, your skin electric under his touch as he moves you along his hard cock once again, his personal toy to use and play with.

“Pretty girl, already so fucked out,” he says, kneading the flesh of your ass, “and I haven’t even done anything yet.” You can hear the edge in his voice as his hands push you forward until just the fat tip of his cock remains inside you. “How are you gonna act when I fuck you for real?” he taunts, hips finally moving, pushing all the way in with a sharp thrust. His hand wraps in your hair as you moan again, burying your face in the crumpled sheets to muffle the loud sounds of your pleasure. Beomgyu tugs your hair, pulling your head back and making you arch your spine. You hear the click of a shutter and see a bright flash as he snaps a photo.

He moans as the photo displays on the small screen. His hips pick up the pace, spurred on by the permanent image captured in pixels. The digital chip in this old Nikon is filled with photos just like this one.

“Gyu!” you cry out, “hnngh- it’s too much.”

“Shhh,” he shushes you, “you can take it baby; I know you can.” He continues his quick, punishing pace, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping skin and your wet cunt sucking him in.

You moan again from his words, hands gripping the sheets tightly. Beomgyu’s hand is still in your hair and he pulls it once again. His other hand moves from your hip, supporting you as he pulls you up, back pressing to his chest as he continues to fuck into you. You see the camera as he raises it high, fitting both of your bodies in frame. “Smile for the camera baby,” he says right before the flash goes off.

The image that develops is your sweat-soaked skin, hair plastered to your face- Beomgyu in a similar state as the hand that isn’t holding the camera cups your breast, holding you in place as you’re impaled on his length.

Beomgyu groans when he sees the photo in the tiny, pixelated display. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek, moaning into your ear- “so pretty baby, always so pretty for me when you're taking my cock.” His words draw a high-pitched whine from your throat and he allows you to flop back onto the bed. His hands are rough as they position your legs further apart to give him better access to your pussy. Once you’re exactly as he wants you, he snakes a hand up to again paw at your chest.

He drops the camera onto the bed, moving the hand that was holding it to your chin. “Look how pretty you are.” He turns your head towards the camcorder filming from the nightstand. You can see yourself in the grainy display. You moan loudly at the sight of you being groped and filled. Beomgyu laughs again, placing a kiss to your shoulder as he continues to pump into you.

“Can you cum for me baby? Want to see it in the movie.” He makes eye contact with you through the pixels on the screen. You nod, shivering with anticipation and the knowledge that he’ll watch you cumming over and over again.

“Good girl. Let me hear you when you cum, okay?” His hand finds your clit, neglected up until this point. You squirm when his rough fingers tease the bud. “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes! Yes Gyu- so good!” Your voice is high and wobbly as he continues to rub your clit, his fingers dipping into your wet folds, coating them in your essence before returning to where you need him most.

His hips continue to pump into you as he chases his own high, his grunts and moans loud behind you. The dual sensations of his cock filling you completely with each thrust and his fingers finally playing with your needy clit cause you to cry out a series of broken whimpers and moans. The incoherent babbling of just your boyfriend’s name again and again as all other thoughts are driven from your mind. You can feel your high approaching rapidly, the tension building in your tummy as you race towards release.

Your cries are broken by a swift slap to your pussy- Beomgyu’s fingers landing perfectly on your clit, sending bolts of electricity through your body. Your orgasm hits you like a truck and you shake in his grasp, moaning loudly as you come undone.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum for me baby, right on my cock.” He moans, feeling you clench around him as your orgasm washes over you.

“Please!” you beg, “cum in me!”

Beomgyu’s rhythm falters as he cums. Burying himself to the hilt as he collapses against your back, the two of you moan in unison as he paints your walls with his hot cum. You can feel his hips stutter against your ass, chasing his pleasure for as long as possible. You clench around him and earn a low moan in your ear. Your skin is hot and sticky everywhere his body touches yours.

You lay like that for a moment as the two of you catch your breath. Your knees burn, suddenly able to feel them as you come down from your high. You wriggle your hips, signaling to your boyfriend that it’s time for him to pull out.

He pulls out of you, marveling at the white, sticky mess dripping from your swollen pussy. “You’re so hot, baby.” You hum in content, face resting against the tangled sheets.

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Later, after you're both all cleaned up, you find Beomgyu sitting at the edge of the bed, watching the video play on the tiny screen of the camcorder, the shitty speakers distorting your broken moans. You catch him smiling as he watches the video, eyes wide and extremely focused, tent obvious in his shorts.

"Hey babe?" he asks, "would you want to go again?"

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

[goldfades]

★ TO BE KNOWN IS TO BE LOVED ─── NM¹⁰

❪ requested -> "ON MY KNEES for clingy nika hcs/fic" ❫

─ warnings | nothing but sweet fluff and mention of deadlines (like schoolwork)

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"BABY," NIKA POUTED AS she gazed up at you, her brown eyes filled with neediness and slight irritation.

You glanced back at your girlfriend for a split second before looking back at your computer screen. "Yes, babe?"

You had a project due tomorrow afternoon and you didn't wanna wake up early to finish it up or rush, so this was the only time you could do it. However, your girlfriend had other plans.

She'd just got done with practice and barged into your dorm, Nika dropped her gym bag on the floor and flopped onto your bed, her presence adding a layer of distraction to your already cluttered mind.

"I missed you," Nika continued as she gazed up at you, her voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and longing.

You couldn't help but smile at her, despite your mounting stress. "I missed you too, Nika," you replied, reaching over to ruffle her hair affectionately.

"Then act like it," Nika rolled her eyes as you sighed.

"Nika, I really need to get this done," you said, trying to keep your tone gentle but firm.

Nika crossed her arms, her expression softening as she looked at you with those big, pleading eyes. "I know, but it feels like you always have something to do. Can't you take a break, just for a little while? We haven't spent any time together all week."

Guilt washed over you. She was right; between classes, assignments, and everything else, your time together had been scarce. You glanced at your computer screen, then back at Nika, who was now sitting up, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Alright," you said finally, closing your laptop with a sense of finality. "But just for a little while."

Nika's face lit up with a smile, and she immediately scooted over to make room for you on the bed. You joined her, and she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. "I promise, it won't be long," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"That was easier than expected," Nika mumbled into your hair as you looked up to send her a glare. "Sorry! I knew you wanted to cuddle too, I could see it in your eyes."

"Oh really?" You held in a laugh as you teased her. "And what else do my eyes reveal?"

Nika grinned mischievously, her fingers tracing patterns on your back. "Hmm, let's see... They say you're secretly hoping I'll make you some pasta after this cuddle session,"

You chuckled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. "You know me too well," you admitted, feeling a wave of affection wash over you.

Nika's smile softened, and she tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I love knowing you," she murmured, her voice filled with sincerity.

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[sugar-coat-it]

How are teenage dream!Matty wet dreams with reader? He's confident enough in comparison when he's actually with her? Love your fic, hi ❤️

hiiii anon, thank you lovely!!!

He has wet dreams every so often and honestly, he finds them more frustrating than anything else because he has to deal with waking up to a mess in his boxers. When he pulls the covers down and finds the aftermath of a wet dream he usually just groans loudly and flops face down onto his bed, not wanting to have to do laundry.

In terms of what actually happens in his wet dreams, it varies! But the most common one is her blowing him. In his dreams, he's definitely a little more confident and experienced because, in his ideal little world, he knows exactly how to make her feel good and he knows just what to say to her in the moment.

Little bonus: there was one time that they were having one of those sleepovers where he'd sneak into her room and he had a wet dream while she was right next to him. She woke up to the sound of his little gasps and whimpers, feeling him reflexively grinding his hard-on against her leg with little bucks of his hips. Her face was so red when she realized that he wasn't actually awake, that he must have been having a really, really nice dream. She woke him up by tapping his shoulder, whispering to him, gently pulling him out of sleep.

He was so so dazed, eyes still glazed from sleep, his face flushed, having had no idea that he was just humping her leg in his sleep. He slowly realized that he was rock hard in his pajama pants and pressed up against her when she whispers:

"Were you having a nice dream, baby?"

He was sooo shy and he just slowly nodded, catching his breath. Of course, she was way too curious to leave it alone, so she asked him what he was dreaming about. The two of them stayed curled up under the blankets together as he worked up the nerve to tell her about the dream that felt so so real, his pretty brown eyes all wide with his pupils blown

"Um... you were... on top of me. Riding me. In my bed. You looked... fucking unreal, babe... I-I-- it was so hot. It felt so real and... warm."

[hallietblr]

A dating Jeremiah fic?

loving you is so easy | j.fisher x reader

a/n: thank you so much for the request!! i hope my writing meets the expectations for what’ll be like to date jeremiah!

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption

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dating jeremiah is like waking up and feeling fully rested after weeks of exhaustion. he’s fun and dating him is a constant adventure. there’s never a dull moment between us two. we’re always up to something whether it be driving in the middle of the night with all windows down or it’ll be us snuggling on the couch and giggling with one another.

i lay on my stomach on the smooth surfboard as i feel the waves beneath me sway the board. the salty water from my hair was dripping down my face and the sun was hot on my back.

“are you sure this is a good idea?” i ask jeremiah nervously as he climbs onto the board with me. we both carefully adjust ourselves so we’re both seated,

he shrugs, “probably not but do you trust me? i think it’ll be fun”

“if you say so!” i laugh, he tells me to start paddling and swim we’re both standing on the surfboard together.

it’s extremely unsteady as we both wobble, attempting to keep our balance. but within seconds, we’re both in the ocean. i swim to the surface and burst into a fit of laughter,

“that had to be one of the dumbest things weve done” i tell him as he swims the surfboard towards me, “i can’t believe we were even able to stand on it.”

“makes for a good story though!” he grins before kissing my lips.

dating jeremiah shows me a new sort of love that i never knew existed. after a failed situationship after another, i remember there being a point in my life where i felt like i was unlovable. until i met the curly headed boy. he is loud and proud about us dating, making sure that the whole world knows that we’re together — he never hides it and it’s refreshing.

big, big house parties were never my thing. i was always more of a chill at home with a few friends kind of person rather than going to a huge party. i’m not really sure why but something about being in a small house packed of sweaty and drunk teenagers doesn’t seem very fun to me.

my boyfriend, jeremiah, on the other hand absolutely loves them. he has always been a social butterfly and he loves any opportunity to hang out with new people.

i never really care whenever he goes to parties without me, i trust him. he never pushes me to go to these events either because he knows that i’m not comfortable in these settings. some how today, he convinced me to go.

“come on, baby,” he pleas, “it’ll be fun!”

i shrug, folding up my throw blanket on my half made bed, “i don’t know, jere. you know i’m not big on parties.”

he flops onto my bed and looks up at me with big puppy eyes, “i know babe, but everyone’s been asking to meet you since i talk about you at parties all the time!” he exclaims,

“plus, if you ever feel uncomfortable we can leave right away, no questions asked” jeremiah smiles.

i sigh before nodding my head, “ok fine, only this once though”

he scrambled up and pulls me into a tight hug, spinning us in circles, “god, i love you so much!”

as i got ready for the party, contemplating between a pink or yellow tank top (eventually picking the pink one), i met jeremiah downstairs who was talking to my family.

“you look absolutely gorgeous” he grins, twirling me to get a 360 view, “a goddess.”

my parents awe at the sight before bidding the two of us goodbye as we leave for the party. when we pull up, there’s loud music and talking amongst the tipsy teenagers. jeremiah protectively wraps an arm around my waist as he guides us through the crowd and towards the drinks.

he says hi to a bunch of people we pass by, “oh hey man, this is my girlfriend, y/n” he would proudly say, kissing the top of my head, “isn’t she just the prettiest?”

he opens a drink for me and hands it over before jumping onto the kitchen counter,

“cheers everyone! this one is for my beautiful girlfriend, thank you for coming out tonight, baby! i love you endlessly — have a great night people!” he shouts before hopping off, my face was flushing a bright red before his hands are on my waist.

jeremiah grins at me and pulls me into a passionate kiss in front of everyone. his boys are cheering for us along with some of the girls.

dating jeremiah revealed to me that not all dream-like boyfriends exist only in fiction, but also in real life. he never forgets to message me goodnight, to kiss me goodbye, makes sure that neither of us go to bed upset with the other. jeremiah brings me small gifts that reminded him of me when they’re unexpected. loving him is one of the easiest things i’ve ever done. jeremiah showed me a new sort of love that i never knew existed. he truly is the perfect boyfriend to me and never makes me feel alone. he’s my biggest supporter and is honestly my comfort person.

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[louis-the-french-one]

Pietro Maximoff x GN Reader

Request : Hi !Can I request a Pietro Maximoff (atj) x Gn reader ? It's the morning after a sexy time and it's just a loving and cuddly morning with a lot of hugs ?If you decide to write it and if it's not making you uncomfortable, please take your time to create it :) (your fics are amazing !)Thank you !

Type : Fluff, with a bit of spice

Relationship : Getting together

Summary : In the morning Pietro reveals his romantic side with breakfast in bed and cuddles

Warnings : So Fluffy you’ll throw up, pancakes

The avengers all live together in the compound and obviously Pietro survived Ultron

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Your eyes slowly opens, letting rays of sunshine blind you softly, squinting your eyes you pull the blanket over your head, moaning a complain.

As your awaken under the covers, memories of the night before come back to you. Pietro and you pressed up against one another, both moaning in pleasure and hips thrusting harshly. Nightly activities that had last for hours before you both collapsed onto your bed, breathless, falling asleep almost instantly.

As you remember it all, your hands run up your body, checking that yes, indeed, you were still naked under the covers of  your bed. Your cheeks began to heat up, leaving you with a hidden red face.

Suddenly, you feel Pietro move by your side. You must have woken him up you thought, though you still hoped it wasn’t your complains that got him out of his peaceful sleep but instead the sun coming through the windows. You knew he hated to be woken up early and you feared he’d get mad if it was your fault, your body tenses up, but all you hear is  a quiet laugh coming from him. Then the covers get lifted up from your face, delicately and Pietro’s blue eyes meet yours. You join him, both of you laughing loudly.

“Good morning my love” He whispers, an obvious grin on his face.

“Hm.. Good morning Pietro” You let out, barely audible.

“Waking up’s hard isn’t” He mocks you, ironic, coming from him.

“Hm Hm very much so, I’m still tired from the night” You tease him.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Flashback   -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Your back hits the wall harshly, sending shivers through your whole body. You let out a brief moan at the collision but quickly enough Pietro’s mouth meets yours, almost desperately, his tongue exploring your the interior of your mouth smoothly, leaving you both breathless. His hands are holding your waist with a tight grip while yours are behind his neck, gripping his hair, holding on for dear life.

“Hm, wait, Pietro, babe, I need to get my pass out to open my door...” You manage to stutter and your bodies separate much to your dislike.

Pietro simply stands there, already picturing you naked as his eyes don’t leave your body a single second. You quickly reach into your pocket, get your card out and unlock your door with a little beep sound. Instantly as your door opens Pietro grabs your legs to lift you up and you now have your legs around his legs and your hands are back behind his neck looking for stability.

“Those are some strong muscles you have there” You laugh.

“You like it babe?”He answered to your remark.

“Very much” You whisper with a grin.

Finally close to your bed he lays you down with care, place a quick kiss onto your lips before going to close your door.

“Let’s get in started Y/N” He says as he approaches you again. A big smile forming on his lips.

-_-_-_-_-_-_ End of Flashback  -_-_-_-_-_-_-_

His head flops back into the bed frame with a little thud, a huge smile had formed on his lips. His arms are crossed behind his head, exposing his naked bust. Sending you shivers, and a flashback of last night; you with your head buried in his chest, moaning his name.

-_-_-_-_-_-_  Flashback   -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

“Oh my god Pietro! Faster! Please!” Your loud moans echoing in the room. As Pietro grunts on top of you.

-_-_-_-_-_-_  End of Flashback  -_-_-_-_-_-_

With a new desire for contact again, you throw your arm over his stomach and lay your head on his chest. His body temperature is still very high though naked and it warms your very own naked structure.

“Last night was great, and I mean, really, really great Y/N” Pietro says as his left arm comes down to find yours. His fingers starting to draw figures on your skin. Your eyes closes back from the pleasure.

“Hm yes, I had lots of... fun.”Your voice was still unsteady.

Pietro laughs sweetly before placing a kiss on your head, one of his hands finds its way to your hair and he starts petting it. You relax into his touch, and to give him some affection as well, your hand on his chest begins to caress his side slowly and your lover lets out a deep sigh of pleasure. You two love birds stay laid together that way for a long time, enjoying the feeling of each other’s skin, breathing in the other’s smell, and you listening to his heartbeat that had a very calm rhythm. But time got back to you as your stomach growled, you were hungry.

“Someone’s hungry!” Pietro remarks.

“Hm yeah, actually I’d kill for some food right now”You realise as you speak that you were in fact very hungry since you haven’t eaten since yesterday and it was now 10am.

As ou finish your sentence, you feel Pietro removing himself from under you with care.

“Alright, you stay there I’ll make us breakfast”He somewhat orders.

Not leaving you time to answer, he speeds his way into clothes and then out of the room. You were now all by yourself in your room, left naked in your bed. Naked... You realise now is a good time to put your clothes back, nothing complicated, just sweats, after all you didn’t have anything planned today so why dress up. Up and wandering around in your room, your gaze lends on your mirror and you can’t help but blush as you spot hickeys colouring your neck and collarbone. You feel like screaming from joy right now, last night was one of the best in your life and you’ll be sure to never forget it. After a few minutes you decide to go back into bed and wait for Pietro there. You didn’t have to wait too long as your lover came back, holding a plate full of pancakes in one hand and two cups of hot chocolate in the other.

“Hey Y/N darling, I know you missed me but I’m back now don’t worry” He says, smiling.

“I did miss you actually Pietro” You smile back at him.

You move a bit to the side of the bed and straightening the covers so the speedster can put the breakfast down on the bed. After he makes sure everything is standing straight and won’t fall over and dirty the covers, his eyes lift up and meet yours, his smiles instantly grow wider.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks.

You simply nod in response. Your lips meet sweetly, the kiss was very tender with no sexual innuendos behind it. His hand moves up to your cheek cupping your head in a loving manner. And the both of you keep kissing the other again and again until another growl is heard coming from your stomach making you both laugh.

“Okay let’s eat now”You decide.

Follows a sweet scene of you and Pietro eating breakfast, alternating between comfortable silences and laughs, with loving side-glances being throw every now and then. When you're finished eating, Pietro quickly run and put everything away before coming back and going back to bed with you.

“So I was thinking...”He starts.

“Oh you were”You joke.

“Shush Y/N this is important”He laughs.

“Right, go on”You simply say looking at him with a bit of concern.

“So I was thinking... that I really like you, and after last night I can now state that you like me back”He looks at you and you nod “so... I was wondering if you would... be in a relationship with me?”To relax the mood he wiggles his eyebrows as he says the last part.

“Yes, yes I definitely would Pietro”You nod frantically.

“YES! that’s nice, cool, great” He seems really excited and relieved.

Your head slowly finds it’s way back to his chest.

“It’s really cool”You whisper to yourself.

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A/N: There you go, thank you for requesting.

I tried something new with the flasbacks, let me know what you think.

!Reminder that english is not my first language, be kind in the comments!

[hollowwrites]

Blindsided

Part 8

Ominis x MC

Summary - Evelyn experiences one of Ominis nightmares, first hand.

I’m trying to get some sweetness back to this fic but it seems when I wrote down my rough timeline for everything I was in a horrible mood and now these two babes must suffer for it

We are getting back on the cute train after this I PROMISE

Again feel free to swap Evelyn for MC or Y/N

Warnings - mentions of pain, details of pain, Crucio, scarring, All character aged up 18+

Word Count - 2551

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Evelyns eyes fluttered open quickly from her slumber for a multitude of reasons.

Firstly, the duvet she had placed so strategically around her had betrayed her in the night leaving her body completely exposed to the cold winter air. Her hands remained covered but that was only because she clung to them so desperately.

Secondly, she became increasingly more aware of breathing somewhere in her room. As her eyes acclimatised to the darkness, the breathing became more ragged. She blinked away the shroud of sleep that threatened to pull her back down to the pillows and pulled herself up out of the bed. As her legs swung to the side, they bumped against a figure lying across the foot of the bed and sitting in her armchair.

Ominis.

He sat, still in his clothes from the day before, a book splayed across his lap and wand still in hand. His head rested against his own shoulder uncomfortably and she watched as his chest rose and fell faster than it should have been.

The breathing that woke her erupted from his chest once more, this time accompanied by a lethargic groan. His head twitched inhumanly as his breathing got faster and faster.

Evelyn shuffled closer to him, eventually kneeling down by his side. She pried his wand from his hand with some difficulty. The whites of his knuckles showing the strain of how he gripped the wand. Once she’d squeezed her fingers between his and released the wand another twitch burst from the sleeping Gaunt.

“Ominis?” She took his hand in hers giving a gently but firm squeeze

“Wake up, Ominis. You’re having a-ah” she felt him squeeze her hand back slightly harder than she would expect. His eyes shot open and his glazed over irises stared through her.

“O-Ominis?” He squeezed harder. Bones now bunched closer together, her fingertips going slightly numb. She brought her free hand to his chest, pushing harshly against him.

“Ominis. You’re hurting me.” She tried to not sound as though she was on the verge of tears.

“No” he finally replied, his voice raspy from sleep and anger. He grasped at her other wrist bringing them both forward and pulling her up off the floor. “I would never hurt her”

“Ominis please. You’re awake…ah…stop” she whimpered under the incredible strength around her. She contemplated screaming for Sebastian just to physically get him off her. She knew he didn’t mean it but…merlin. If it weren’t for the Crucio she had endured twice, this would be the most pain she had ever been in.

Suddenly, he let go, almost throwing her across the room. If he had held on to any other part of her, he would have succeeded. Her wrists flopped down to her lap, and she fell back against the side of her bed. The rush of blood to her hands stung, causing her to limply clamp her hands around themselves to control the sudden flow of blood. She let out an involuntary hiss though her teeth from the pain and she felt Ominis move to beside her. She chanced a glance in his direction and immediately regretted it.

He looked…awful.

Tears stained his red pocked cheeks, the flow of which hadn’t long ceased. His brows were a straight hard line across his features, nose scrunched in disgust and his mouth hung open and close as though he fought with himself with what to say.

“It’s okay” She reached out a shaky pained hand to cup his cheek and he leaned ever so slightly into it. She whimpered quietly causing him to retreat but she pushed the pads of her fingertips into his hairline, running her thumb along his cheekbone. He smiled weakly.

“You’re too good to me” he whispered

“I am exactly as much good as you deserve” she gripped the other side of his face almost angry at him for thinking he deserved less. “Are you okay? I truly didn’t mean any of it I thought I was still-���

“Ominis, I’m fine” she thought it wise to avoid just how much pain he’d caused her. He placed his own hand over hers pulling it away from his features.

“Here, if you will allow me” he held her hand in both of his, barely any contact being made. The stark difference between now and a few moments ago only solidifying what she already assumed. He would never hurt her.

“Of course” she removed her other hand from his face letting it settle on his thigh. He turned to her, rotating her other hand over in his, gently pressing his fingertips into the soft tissue of her hands.

“Does that feel okay?” He asked tentatively. She simply hummed in response, the feeling in her fingertips slowly returning with each methodical sweep of his fingers. “Sometimes I wake up and my hands are numb from clenching my fists.” He explained as he swapped to her other hand “Other times, my hands are bloody from digging my own nails in” he turned his hand over to reveal small crescent moon shaped scars across his palms. She yanked her hand away to feel across each of the tiny bright white moons.

“Why have you never told me it’s this bad?” Her voice barely above a whisper. He shrugged.

“I don’t want to burden you. You carry so much on your shoulders already.” She opened her mouth to protest but he raised a hand to allow himself to continue “Besides, you already help me immeasurably when we meet in the common room”

“But that can’t be every time-“

“I share a room with Sebastian remember. He helps. Granted he’s not as soothing a presence as you but…few are” she sighed heavily “Don’t worry about me I’m used to this. I’m just…horrified…you were on the receiving end this time. I’m truly so sorry”

“No more apologies. I won’t hear them. Understood?” She was thankful he was blind at times like this. She was quite good at altering her voice to portray other emotions but her face? He would be able to clearly see through the concerned knot of her brow and crinkle of her nose.

“Understood” he smiled but it was lacking.

She couldn’t bare to see him look so…broken. Letting out an involuntary whimper, she threw her arms around his neck almost tackling him to the ground.

“If there is anything I can do no matter the time. Day, Night, whatever…please find me. Promise me!” she frowned into his neck

“I promise” with a final squeeze she released him from her arms, sweeping down his shoulders.

“Let’s get back to sleep. I doubt you feel refreshed after that ordeal”

“You could say that” he rubbed his eyes, chuckled and pulled himself back onto the chair. His muscles protested against the uncomfortable position he’d found himself in. He sucked his teeth trying to get comfortable.

“What are you doing?” Evelyn spoke with authority in her voice and he could hear the hands on her hips stance she had adopted.

“I think I’ve cricked my neck from that nightmare I can’t…ooof…get comfortable”

“No I mean, what are doing sleeping in those clothes on that chair? Get into bed”

“Excuse me? I’ve never had a woman command me into bed before”

“Oh shut up” she giggled, throwing the previously discarded shirt at him once again “It’s not like that it’s…just like when we sleep in the common room” she muttered trying to convince herself more than him.

“You’ll say just about anything to get me into bed” he smirked, his sarcastic self confidence returning. After all, he always felt safe with her and his normal conversational barriers fell weak at her feet, his unfiltered thoughts tumbling from his lips.

And people say Sebastian is a flirt.

Her cheeks burnt a brilliant crimson at his remark. He began to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt and Eve turned around immediately. Why was she so shaky? Maybe it was this attitude Ominis had plastered on. He’d never been this bold before. Spending too much time with Sebastian she suspected. Or maybe it was spending too much time with her? Perhaps they had gotten too familiar and none of this meant anything to him. Just the same way Her and Sebastian talk. Her stomach twisted at the idea. Yet more fuel to throw on the fire of ‘Ominis is just a friend’.

“Get in for god sake” she muttered and he heard the the numerous blankets shift as she climbed back into bed. “Side closest to you now is free. I’m going to sleep”

He chuckled, slipping into the shirt she threw at him and climbing into the bed.

“Goodnight” he mumbled into her pillows. They radiated her scent. Everything about this house had her signature Rose lining it, but her linens and bedsheets were the worst. They enveloped him completely and it took a violent shiver next to him to pull him from the almost immediate slumber. “Are you cold?”

“Just a little” she murmured into the sheets, teeth chattering

“Come here” he raised his arm making a little Evelyn sized tent in front of him.

Perhaps it’s should have been considered cheating in his mind. Make no advances, keep her safe, was his idea, at least while you’re still a Gaunt. But right here, right now, under the cover of night, he felt as though they were the only people on this earth. It’s as though she knew of his plans and there was an unspoken agreement between them they would wait. That is…if she was even interested in him. Sebastian insisted she was smitten but Sebastian thinks that of everyone.

But here in their solitude that unspoken contract faltered:

He, pretended for just a night that he was no longer a Gaunt. Safe, Alone and happily a nobody.

Her, living in the fantasy that perhaps he could be more than just a friend.

Neither, realising it was much easier than either had assumed.

Without much thought at all she shuffled back towards him, nestling her back against his chest, the familiar soft fabric of their shirt tickling his neck. His warmth emanated from his chest into her. Her hair, soft and captivating, tickled his chin.

This moment was perfect.

Everything that both of them wanted, but couldn’t admit.

As he lowered his arm, ready to pull her into an embrace, his fingers caught the bare skin of her side. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“

“It’s okay” she shrugged too tired to pay attention to the butterflies rising in her stomach. She grabbed the edges of her sleep shirt to pull down.

“Wait…”

His fingers returned to her soft skin feeling the harsh outline of a scar upon her waist. It felt…almost familiar.

“What’s this?”

“Oh” his fingers danced over the embossed skin, feeling every divot and turn and harsh line pressed into her side.

“This is what Crucio leaves behind” he said solemnly. “I’d almost forgotten that night…”

She stayed his shaking hand, rolling onto her back beneath him. He’d propped himself up on one of his elbows, almost protectively, his body acting as a shield against the world. All Eve could see, smell or hear… was Ominis. A few centimetres up and her nose would be in the crook of his jaw and the smell of Sandalwood filled every sense. His fingers continued to trace over the lines of the intricate mark left behind by the curse. His anquished breath blanketed her as she wrapped her hand around his. He very lightly shook her off, catching the beginning of another scar. He placed his index finger at the apex of the large gash that sliced through her Crucio wound.

“And this?”

“That night I apparated to you…I got cut by a Diffindo as well” his brows upturned with worry

“Was Sebastian’s ever this bad?” His jaw set.

“It was never that…harsh…no”

“Good. I think I’d have killed him” he half smiled “You can tell how bad the pain was based on the scar it leaves behind. Like a cruel reminder. As if that spell needed to be any worse. This one feels…bad”

“So you have some?” She asked tentatively. “Actually…we don’t have to talk about this-“

“It’s fine” he smiled pushing himself up further in the bed. “I have…many”

“Can I see?” It was an innocent enough question. She was simply curious. He chuckled, a deep throaty chuckle that vibrated the bed as he sat up.

“First, you call me handsome” he recalled undoing the buttons of their sleep shirt. “Then you’re begging me to get into your bed” more buttons popped open “Now you’re asking me to undress? I never knew you were like this, Miss Hollow”

Her breathe caught in her throat as she sat up alongside him.

“Get over yourself, Mr Gaunt” he flinched.

There’s it was again. That name. The playful venom in her voice didn’t soften the blow of hearing it. If that wasn’t enough to stale the evening her reaction to his warped and tortured skin was.

She gasped as the the panels of his shirt fell to the side. He must truly look horrific. What a terrible idea. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, Until he felt two cool fingers centre in over his heart.

Instinctively, she reached for the raw and ragged skin on his chest. It had clearly had years to heal but against his alabaster skin, the light pink of the scar looked…fresh. As she ran her fingers over the planes of his chest, her elbow brushed against his shirt revealing a series of harsher and larger scars leading around his side to his back.

“Ominis”

Oh to hear his name from her lips like that. The breathlessness caught Ominis off guard and he found his eyes fluttering shut under her gentle touches. His skin tingled and burned after each swipe of her fingertips.

“How many?” She asked quietly her voice barely audible

“I’ve lost count” he breathed out a singular laugh and he felt her shake her head. “Which is why I should have took that curse for you in the Scriptorium. I’d felt it dozens of time at that point…I was a coward”

“No I wouldn’t have allowed it. You think I could’ve stood by and listened to you in that pain.” She whispered. Her voice was heavy with pain and regret. But also…adoration? He’d never heard someone sound so genuine.

A silence fell upon them as her fingers traced a constellation of scars across his chest and down his waist.

“I can’t believe the Gaunts do this sort of thing…to their own family. I’m so sorry, Ominis” she ceased her light exploration of his torso, opting to pull him into yet another comforting embrace.

“You know you’re the only person I can hear say my name and not hate it.” He mumbled into her hair “You don’t know the Gaunts so you have no preconceptions…you make me proud that at least one person knows the Gaunts as a force of good…well at least not dark and macabre”

“That may have changed now that I’m somewhat witness to their cruelty…”

That settles it. She cannot know. He must swear Sebastian to secrecy. The Gaunt family meeting must remain a secret until what needs to be done, is done

Masterlist

[shuchu]

hana you drive me crazy EVERYTIME you talk about shu just going "hmm yeah? gonna cum baby?" "uhuh go ahead cutie" I JUST CANT I'VE BEEN ON MY SHU BRAINROT THESE DAYS AND DAYUM

Talking about shu, what do you think about sleepy sex with him?? Maybe after a late night stream where hes just really tired and want to relax with you or after waking up where yall are horny and needy ;w;

my brain is melting so i cant elaborate more but i still wanted to say that im a whore for sleepy sex (⋟﹏⋞)

-🖋️

>:) you're very welcome 🖋️ anon

hmm sleepy sex... many scenarios, thoughts and images popped up in my head while thinking about this so...

enjoy this mini fic lovelies hehe ♡

nsfw, minors dni

shu exhales, finally done with work for the night. he walks over to your shared bedroom and when your eyes land on him you smile.

"hey babe, done with work?"

"yeah, finally," shu says crawling onto the bed and wrapping his limbs around you, spooning you. "i'm so sleepy..." he mumbles into your hair and he yawns right after, further proving his point.

you nibble on your lower lip and shift around a little to get comfortable, your behind brushing against shu's crotch. you hear his breath hitch and you giggle internally.

while waiting for shu to be done with work, you were actually getting impatient. you missed his touch and the way he felt in you. you tried playing with yourself but it didn't do the trick.

after a few moments of silence, you wiggle around again, this time eliciting a low grumble from shu.

"babe, what are you doing?"

"i'm trying to get comfy."

shu mumbles something in reply and silence fills the room again. a few minutes pass and you feel his hard on poking you from behind.

you let out a breathy laugh and whisper, "you need a little help with that babe?"

shu groans, "yeah i do but i'm really sleepy..."

you turn around his shu's embrace to face him, your hand moving down to palm him through his shorts.

you pull his pants and boxers down in one swift motion and start pumping his length, making him let out a soft mewl.

you push him gently so that he's lying on his back and you get on top of him, slowly lowering yourself down onto his dick.

you rest your palms on his chest and lift your hips before slamming it back down. you mewled from how good it felt to finally have his length in you.

shu looks at you with heavy-lidded eyes and smirks, "you enjoying yourself babe?"

you nod, unable to form words.

"yeah? would you like it more if i did this?"

shu grabs your hips and starts thrusting up into you right after saying that, making your eyes roll back and your tongue loll out.

"ah! fuck- it feels nghh- so good."

"mhm? you like that?"

you nod, "i- i'm gonna cum!"

"oh yeah? cum for me babe."

you let out a loud moan as you come undone on his dick. shu grunts and he comes undone as well, hips still thrusting to help the both of you ride out your orgasms.

you flop onto shu, trying to catch your breath. a few minutes pass and the both of you fall asleep, all tired out.

[sercezgazety]

It’s going to start raining soon because of-fucking-course it is. Why not. It’s not like it’s going to change anything, Dan is already completely drenched, and maybe something that isn’t his own sweat would be a reprieve. Or, you know. Herbert could do something besides peering over the edge of the hole with a flashlight, commenting on Dan’s technique and imperiously demanding changes in the angle at which the shovel enters the soil.

Dan tells him as much. Backseat driving is one thing when it’s, well, driving — and even then it’s infuriating. When it’s grave robbing, it’s a whole nother thing. It wouldn’t kill Herbert to get back down here for a couple minutes. He’s pretty experienced with a shovel, Dan reminds him, and seems to have a lot of opinions. High time he starts pulling his weight around here.

“At this depth? In these shoes?” Herbert asks, and then makes an offended sniff to drive the point home. “I’d just keep slipping and losing my balance.”

“I mean,” Dan pants, “you could have worn different ones.”

“All my shoes are the same.”

Yeah, it figures.

“Well, they shouldn’t be. You ought to have at least one pair of sneakers.” The shovel finally thuds against the lid. Thank fuck. They really took the whole six feet thing into their hearts, huh. “Specifically for this kind of occasion.”

Dan can’t see him, but he just knows Herbert opened his mouth to start saying something, and then changed his mind and closed it. He can almost hear the asshole’s thought process anyway. I don’t need sneakers, you do this kind of work. Or something along these lines. 

“Somebody needs to hold the torch,” West decides to say instead.

It’s sad, actually, how Dan’s initial reaction is this absurd sense of pride. Herbert wouldn’t have kept the original words to himself, were he interacting with anyone else. 

Christ, what a low bar to clear.

Thankfully, they’re— no, Dan, Dan’s not digging a hole the size of an entire coffin. That would take days. But the opening still needs to be much wider and longer than just the bit that would give them access to the right part of the lid. Dan’s learned the hard way that getting rid of excess soil when you’re four feet deep is bloody exhausting. There are steps to take, first you make a hole that is wide and long and deep enough, with something like shelves, so that later on you can put the contents of the shovel next to you instead of throwing pounds of dirt over your head. He’s more experienced in digging than he’d like, though it’s not often that they’re trying to get something out of the ground. And it’s not that Herbert didn’t do anything tonight, oh no. He’s been very careful to do bare minimum and pant so pitifully, it was Dan who told him to take a break. It was more than an hour ago, by the way.

At least the coffin’s made out of wood. Last time, it was metal. Almost impossible to open, and no point in doing so anyway, given that the corpse boils inside it. Dan sometimes wonders whether people who buy those things actually know how physics work. Probably not. He’s not entirely sure he knows, though he’s definitely seen the results.

Now that the lid is partially visible and the goal seems so close, somehow everything drags on. It’s as if the time was made out of rubber, stretching instead of rushing the way it does whenever Dan actually needs a couple seconds to restart a heart or sew up a wound a tad too close to an artery. Now, he wants to be done, away from here, and not only do they have to get the cadaver out and bury the empty casket, but first they need to get to the goddamn casket in the first place, and it’s already been three hours, and someone’s bound to come and catch them, there’s no way they’re getting away with it, and the it —

“Herbert.”

“Hmm?”

“It’s ancient.”

How the hell did Dan not notice that before? Yes, his brain tends to turn into mush the moment he’s confronted with a stressful situation — a terrible trait in a doctor, really, he knows that — but to such an extent? At this point, he really should be able to tell a fresh grave from whatever the hell this is. Come to think about it, all the flowers were withered when they were getting them out of the way. 

“Not ancient,” Herbert responds serenely. “Just two days old, you’re short a couple millenia.” He probably thinks he’s funny; he usually does. “Well, it’s almost three days now.”

Dan stops digging. Not the best idea, given that this way he’s probably going to remain in the compromising situation for even longer. If he gives his muscles a moment to catch up with the exhaustion, it’s going to be very difficult to start moving again.

Still, it would be nice to know why is he supposed to be moving at all.

“Herbert,” he says very calmly because he’s a calm and rational guy. Also because he’s down here and Herbert’s all the way up there, so it’s impossible to just throttle the imp without some extra effort, and he doesn’t have any energy to spare. “It’s way too old, what the hell do you even want with it? The brain’s completely useless at this point.”

Looking up, Dan half-expects to see Herbert sitting over the ledge and kicking his legs, but that’s not happening. First, there’s been no foot colliding with Dan’s temple. He’s pretty sure he’d notice. And second, when it comes to keeping the slacks spotless, it doesn’t matter how appealing disrespecting the dead might be. Herbert’s always going to choose clean clothing. Unless it’s blood. He doesn’t seem bothered by it, and yes, it’s not that noticeable on black clothes, but the shirts, the sheer number of shirts that turn out to be single-use is impressive. Herbert’s propensity for the blue ones is absolutely fascinating. At least the white ones can be bleached. The blue ones go straight to the trash. “They’re more cheerful,” Herbert deadpanned once, and to this day, Dan doesn’t know whether that was supposed to be a joke. What an absolute waste of money, but then again, when one is used to having money, they don’t consider it an issue.

It is an issue to Dan, though. Just like the fact that he’s currently standing in the middle of a grave they’ve been attempting to desecrate, and he doesn’t even know why.

“Liver failure,” Herbert informs him as if that were supposed to explain anything.

“So?”

Dan feels ridiculously proud of himself — look at him being so assertive! — for not resuming the digging. He stares at Herbert, and yes, it’s hardly intimidating, given that he needs to keep looking up and squint at the torch, but Herbert still seems a bit surprised by Dan’s resolve. He falters, he actually falters, so that’s something.

“We don’t require a body, per se,” he admits. “At this stage of research, it would be prudent to do some further tests on individual parts. They don’t need to be that fresh. Actually, we need to see what happens when the decay has not only started but progressed. The neurons atrophy immediately, so we should look into reversing the process, not only stopping it. Muscle tissue would be a good start, I figured. Although, well. Bloating would be ideal, but—“ Herbert gives a long-suffering sigh, confronted with a world that simply refuses to respect his wishes. ”For the moment, this will have to do.”

Dan wipes at his brow, which is completely pointless. He smears the sweat around, and now it’s mixed with even more mud than before.

“Is it at least embalmed?”

“...yyyes.”

“You think so or you know so?”

“I know,” Herbert answers a bit too quickly. 

Perfect.

Dan drops the shovel, and winces immediately as it clatters against the lid.

“So all of that for… parts?” he asks. He wants to sound incredulous, he really does, but it’s not even the tenth most insane thing Herbert’s demanded this month. “Not a whole subject. I’m busting my ass here, we could get caught any moment, and all of that for parts?”

“A part,” Herbert says in that monotone he uses to offer a helpful piece of information.

“And you couldn’t have gotten it at Miskatonic?”

“Well, we’ve had no fatal liver failure in weeks.” Dan can’t see it, but he’s certain Herbert is shrugging. “This one comes from a different hospital, actually. They transported the body back to the place where she grew up.” He pauses to readjust his voice and make it into something more cheerful. “Isn’t that nice of them?”

Dan finds himself digging again, but that’s not because he’s a pushover. That’s because he just wants to be done with it, and the longer they stay here, the more likely they’re to get caught.

“Why liver failure, then?” he huffs.

“You’d better focus on digging.”

Dan makes a point to stop moving.

“Why liver failure, Herbert.”

As if it weren’t already obvious that West is avoiding the answer, he pauses for a tad too long.

To learn why liver failure, continue reading here. The answers might surprise you (unpleasantly). warnings in the notes opening the chapter on ao3

[harleybeaumont]

Sneak Peek 👀👀👀

It's been a while since I posted but I thought I'd share some of what I have in the works!

Unintentional - Chapter 15

(It's been a long time so I hope you guys haven't forgotten about this one!)

Liam snuggled as close as he could to Max, while his hands were still cuffed to the bedpost. Last night felt like an amazing dream. Everything had turned out perfectly. Dinner, the boat ride, the blue lights he attached to the boat, the proposal.. And especially the amazing, intimate night the two of them had shared together afterwards. Life was good, great even.

Liam’s cell phone buzzed insistently on the bedside table, but without Max uncuffing him, he obviously couldn’t get it. Eh, let it go to voicemail. Liam sighed and rested his head against Maxwell’s, but before he could go back to sleep, his phone buzzed again. Then Maxwell’s started ringing.

“Hey.. babe, your phone.” Liam whispered, causing Max to wake up and look around in confusion as both of their phones continued ringing.

Max fumbled with his cell phone, placing it to his ear as he lay back next to Liam. “Yello?” He mumbled and rubbed his tired eyes. “What?!” Max shot up, gripping the phone tighter, looking back at Liam.

“What? What is it? Who is it?” Liam searched Maxwell’s stricken face. Clearly something horrible had happened. “Max! Is everyone ok?”

Maxwell blinked back tears, “Hang on a sec, Ri.” 

It was Riley… That means something awful must have happened to Drake! “Oh god, is Drake ok?!”

Max dropped the phone and quickly unlocked Liam’s cuffs. “Yes. Everyone is ok, babe.”

He grabbed the phone off of the bed and put it on speaker. “Hey Ri, Liam’s here with me. Can you, uh.. Repeat what you told me?”

Riley sighed deeply. “God.. I’m so sorry about this, guys. It looks like the world found out about your engagement already. The media is going insane.”

Mardi Gras Mayhem

(a collaborative fic I've been working on with a few other writers! I'm writing for Maxwell, Tariq, and Neville! Here's a bit of Max and Tariq's!)

Maxwell

“Tonight you are an honorary member of my bachelorette party and we are gonna make sure you have a good time.”

“Whoohoo!” Maxwell yelled as he jumped in the air with a huge grin. “I’m Max, by the way.”

The bride-to-be pointed to all the women in the group in turn. “Ginger, Allison, Mandy, and Hope. And I’m Jess.”

Max could barely contain his excitement. “How did Mandy get that adorable plushie!? I need one! Need!!!”

Mandy laughed, “Watch and learn! Ready ladies?”

Another float began making its way past and the ladies jumped up and down, screaming along with the crowd. Suddenly, the group raised their tight t-shirts again, exposing their breasts and shimming around. Maxwell watched in awe as the men on the float reached into their bag and threw cups, plushies, beads, and bejeweled flip flops right in their direction. Holy shit! The secret is.. titties!!

Tariq

“Ladies! Get out here!” Coco called out and several half dressed women emerged into the room.

“Oh dear! I’m so sorry!” Tariq covered his eyes and spun around, mortified. He had witnessed more nudity on this trip than he had ever seen in his life!

“What do we have here?” A deep voice asked curiously and Tariq lowered his hands. When he looked at the person in front of him he saw a six foot tall woman with broad shoulders, makeup, a wig cap, and a gold dress. To the left of them, a man was changing out of a button up shirt and into a rainbow halter top.

For the first time since he arrived, Tariq noticed how tall the waitresses on either side of him were. The more he looked around, the more he realized how tall everyone in the dressing room was. 

“Oh dear,” Rosy chuckled. “I think he just now figured it out!”

Tariq looked around, feeling embarrassed by his naivety. “This is a.. a..”

“A drag show, honey!” Coco laughed.

The Shower Slip Up

(I have been teasing this one for a while and I honestly have no idea why I haven't posted it yet! Gonna try to post this next week! This is a one shot from my fic Love Me The Way I Am with Maxwell x MC (Harley). I'm just gonna leave you with this one sentence 🤣🤣🤣)

If anyone had told Harley that stuffy, prudish Bertrand Beaumont would one day be laying next to her nude, she would have thought they were insane.

I am also working on the final chapter of Maxwell's Jolly Holiday, but so far it's only in my head so I don't have anything to share! 😆 😅 don't worry I didn't forget about it!

[fluffyllamas-23]

can you write a fic where mason gets really really sick and for some reason they can’t leave their house so chase gets really stressed and is so worried while mason is just out of it

This got way longer than I expected, but thank you so much for this, anon! I love these boys so much, they're such faves

“Geez,” Chase says, pausing the movie he and Mason are watching. He gets out from under the blanket they’re sharing and walks to the window to look out of it. The snow was coming down in a flurry, and Chase couldn’t help but stare at it in awe. “It’s snowing so hard, I love it.”

It’s Sunday, and he and Mason had both woken up absolutely exhausted, so they decided to just have a really slow, quiet day in, on the couch, watching movies and napping. Chase had perked right up with some caffeine.  Mason, on the other hand…he was dragging with a weariness he felt in his bones. The kind of fatigue that was suspicious enough to have Mason wondering if maybe he was coming down with something. 

He’s not sure where he would have picked it up, though. Chase hadn’t been sick, none of the friends or family he’s seen as of late had been sick, no one at work had been sick and neither had any of the guests he’s helped (that he recalls, at least). It’s a mystery - one that Mason doesn’t care all that much about solving. He’s too tired. 

“Yeah,” Mason yawns, propping himself up on an elbow. “Snow is nice and all, but you know what else is? Cuddling. Come back to the couch, you’re warm, and I want you.”

Chase turns away from the window to look at Mason. “See, now I feel like you’re just using me for my body,” he teases.

“Hell yeah, I am. Get over here and be my own personal heater, I’m cold.”

“Do you want a nap?” Chase asks, joining Mason back on the couch. “You look exhausted.”

“I am,” Mason whines. “Can you die of sleepiness because I think I might die of sleepiness.”

“I mean if you don’t sleep for weeks, yeah, but that’s not the case here, so no.”

“Maybe I’ll be the first. Someone will write about my case in a medical journal. ‘Sleepiest man alive: dies.’”

“I mean you might make the news. Not sure about a medical journal,” he says. Mason flops over, resting his head in Chase’s lap.”You should try and nap.”

“I don’t want to nap.”

“Why not?”

“We’re watching a movie and you go back to work tomorrow. I want to spend time with you.”

“Babe, we can spend time together when you’ve woken up and you’re less exhausted.”

Mason makes a non-committal noise, curling up into a tighter ball and tugging the blankets up higher. Chase starts playing with his hair in that way that he does that’s almost guaranteed to lull Mason to sleep. 

He’s quiet for a few moments, and Chase almost thinks maybe he’s fallen asleep, but then there’s a VERY sleepy, “I know what you’re doing.”

Chase laughs lightly, “oh do you?”

“....Uh-huh….s’not gonna work,” Mason mumbles. “M’not tired.”

“Mase, you just said you were going to die because you’re so tired. Do you not remember the medical journal headline you proposed?”

“That was then, this is now,” he yawns. “Was a different man back then.”

“TWO minutes ago?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re ridiculous and I love you for that, but go to sleep, honey. I’ll be here when you wake up”

*

When Mason wakes, he’s not quite sure where he is or what century he’s in. All he knows is that his head is pounding. He pushes himself into a sitting position, gasping in pain as the pounding intensifies. He holds his head in his hands, grimacing at just how bad it hurts. 

“Mase?” Chase frowns from next to him, “you okay?”

“Headache,” Mason murmurs, squeezing his eyes shut. “God, that hurts.”

“Sorry, sweetheart…let me go grab you some meds, lay back down.”

Mason slumps back against the cushions, massaging his temples. Each throb feels like a jackhammer to his skull, and he’s not sure meds will really do much with how bad it is. 

He’s worried he’s past the point of no return. 

“Here,” Chase says, crouching down in front of Mason. He hands him a couple of pills and a glass of water, and then rests a hand on Mason’s knee.

“You’re the best,” Mason breathes.  He swallows the pills with a wince as it feels like they scrape against his throat.  

“What’s wrong?”

“My throat hurts,” He grimaces, “I might be dying.” 

Chase makes a sad whining noise at him, “shit, Mase…how do you feel other than the headache and sore throat?”

“Just…really weird.”

He’s not sure how else to describe it. He just feels…weird. He can feel the fatigue into his bones and muscles, making every movement feel like way more work than it actually is. His throat feels raw, which is making him nauseous, which is upsetting. He was hoping that maybe he was wrong and the exhaustion he was feeling was nothing that a nap couldn’t fix, but now he’s sure he’s getting sick. 

*

“D’you think you’ll have a snow day tomorrow?” Mason croaks, voice muffled by the blankets on their bed.  He sniffles, breath catching as he coughs into a fist.

Mason had steadily felt worse as the day progressed, and now it’s around seven, and they’re both in bed. Chase is sitting up, propped against some pillows as he does some work on his laptop. A show is playing on their TV, volume low, and Mason is curled up next to him, drifting in and out of sleep. He’d probably actually be asleep if not for all of the coughing and sneezing and sniffling that’s keeping him awake.  

“Yeah, I already got the text that it’s canceled,” he says, looking down at him.

A shiver runs down his spine and he groans, pressing himself closer to Chase.  “Oh…good.”

“Probably would have called out anyways,” Chase frowns, reaching down to feel Mason’s forehead. He retracts his hand quickly, frown deepening as he closes his laptop and sets it on the mattress next to him. He feels Mason’s cheek. “Shit…you’re burning up, Mason.”

He’d felt kind of warm a little while ago, but now his skin burns underneath Chase’s hand. Mason nuzzles into Chase’s hand, eyes sliding shut as he sighs. Fever would explain why he feels as awful as he does, so he supposes he’s not all that surprised, just disappointed. 

“I feel kind of shit,” Mason mumbles. 

Chase purses his lips. “Yeah…not surprised. I’m going to go find the thermometer, need anything while I’m up?

“Could you make me more tea?” Mason croaks. “Throat’s killing me.”

“I’m on it.”

When Chase comes back into the room with tea, the thermometer, and NyQuil, Mason is sprawled out on his stomach, arm hanging over the edge of the bed and cheek pressed against the mattress as he coughs weakly. He feels so aggressively awful all of a sudden, and he’s not entirely sure how to handle it. 

Chase gnaws on his bottom lip, worry tugging at the pit of his stomach as he tries to figure out what to do if Mason ends up needing the emergency room in the middle of the night. The roads are icy and slick, and Chase really doesn’t want to have to go anywhere unless absolutely necessary. 

“Baby, can you sit up?” He asks gently, sitting the tea down on Mason’s nightstand. 

“I’m really dizzy,” Mason croaks, squeezing his eyes shut. 

Chase sticks the thermometer in his ear, pressing his other hand to the back of Mason’s neck. When it beeps in, Chase looks at the number and gasps lightly. 102.7.

“I am SO sorry, honey, but I need to take your blankets. We need to get that fever down.”

“Nooooo,” Mason whines. 

“I know, I know,” Chase soothes, pulling back their thick comforter. “It sucks, and I’m sorry.”

He manages to get Mason to take the meds and goes into their bathroom to find a washcloth. It doesn’t take much rummaging through their linen cabinet before grabbing one. He pokes his head out of the bathroom to check on Mason, who’s still lying in the same position.  Chase hates this, he hates when Mason is sick because he’s just not himself. He just wants to fix everything. 

He runs the washcloth under cold water, and then wrings it out until no more water comes out. He’s trying to hurry, Mason’s temp being this high when medical care not being easily available is stressing Chase the hell out. And sure, even if it gets up to 103, he’s still not really in danger of his brain melting. But that doesn’t keep Chase from worrying. 

“

Much to Chase’s relief, the NyQuil brings the fever down to 101.5. Still not great, but Mason didn’t pass out and is able to sleep, so Chase is taking that as a win. 

When he wakes up the next morning, Mason is still fast asleep. He’s snoring softly, which he only ever does when he’s congested.  Chase resists the urge to feel for a fever - he’s looking remarkably less flushed than yesterday when his fever was so high, so he’s guessing whatever his fever is at is probably a more manageable level. 

He decides to put all of his nervous energy into cleaning downstairs and cooking Mason some food that might sound good when he wakes up. He’s really not much of a cook, that’s more Mason’s forte, but he has perfected a few comfort recipes that Mason loves over the years. 

He’s about three hours into cleaning and cooking when he hears their bedroom door open and close.  Chase stops what he’s doing and turns around just in time to see Mason appear in the doorway. 

He looks really disoriented and like he’s not with it at all. His hair is sticking up in every direction, and he blinks really heavily as he sways on his feet. 

“Good morning,” Chase says, crossing the room to get to Mason’s side. “How are you feeling? Any better?”

“Umb,” he croaks, wincing at just how bad his throat hurts. “Ndo. Worse, I thiggk.”

Everything just feels awful. His head is pounding, and every step that he took from the bedroom to where Chase is just reverberated in his skull. 

His throat hurts so bad, he’s not sure he wants to speak until it’s feeling better. It’s raw, and each swallow feels like someone’s shoving a hot poker down his throat. 

His sinuses are throbbing, and he keeps feeling an itch winding through them, but so far, rubbing his nose seems to do the trick and he’s able to ward off whatever impending sneezes are coming. It does, however, seem to make him even stuffier than he already is.  

He’s sore and achy, too. His muscles and joints hurt with every movement, and all he wants to do is go back to sleep. 

“Think you can make it to the couch? I have some food for you, you really need to eat something with the meds.”

“What mbeds?” Mason mumbles, sniffling as Chase guides him to the couch.

“The ones I'm about to give you.”

“Oh…right.”  He sniffles. “Heh…heh’gchxt! Hih’ixcht! Snff! Snff!”

“Bless you, sweetheart. I made some congee, do you want me to warm a bowl up for you before or after the meds?”

“After,” Mason sniffles.

“You got it. Want some tea, too? Your throat sounds like it really hurts.”

Mason nods, pulling the blanket that’s next to him over his lap.  He sniffles as he settles into the couch, pulling his knees to his chest and curls into himself. His eyelids droop, but he opens them when he feels Chase’s hand on his forehead.

“Your ha’d is cold,” Mason grumbles. 

“Sorry…I really wish it weren’t still snowing this hard. I’d really like to get you to a doctor soon.”

“I’mb finde. It’s just the flu or sombethi’gg.”

“We could have gotten you antivirals by now, though,” Chase frowns.

Mason shrugs. “It’s okay.”

Chase kisses the top of his head. “Alright. I’ll get you some meds and heat you up some food, and make some tea. Sound good?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How about you pick a movie? Anything you want.”

“I mbight fall asleep.”

Chase smiles at him softly, cupping his cheek. “That’s fine. You should if you can.”

Mason is way ahead of him. As hard as he tries to stay awake, he’s exhausted and he can feel himself slipping back into unconsciousness. It’s fine, he tells himself, Chase can just wake him back up when he returns. 

And he does.

[firetrucks-fastcars]

Tagged by @chaotictarlos

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

My Bloody Valentine

“Well that was eventful,” Carlos said as he slid the loft door shut behind them, clicking the lock into place. 

“That’s an understatement babe,” TK chuckled, kicking off his shoes and moving into the living room. “I just wish we could have one normal date. I’m sorry our plans got ruined.”

“It’s not your fault baby. Why don’t you go grab a shower? I’m gonna set the alarm and then I’ll join you.”

TK looked down at himself and cringed. He’d been able to clean most of the blood off his hands and arms before leaving the restaurant, but his shirt looked like a lost cause. 

“At least it’s not my blood this time?”

Closed For Maintenance

TK fidgeted with a loose string in the bottom of his hoodie, wrapping it around his finger until his nail went white, before unraveling it and doing it again. He wasn’t sure what was eating at him. He knew better than to assume Carlos asking him to talk about something was bad news. Carlos wouldn’t spring something on him like that. Even so, when Carlos had uttered those three words over dinner, the food in TK’s mouth had turned to ash. He nodded wordlessly at his fiance and resigned himself to picking at his suddenly tasteless dinner until Carlos was finished. Now he was sitting across from him on the couch, torturing himself until Carlos spoke.

By My Side

“Carlos Reyes, I swear if you don’t sit your ass on that couch I’m calling your mother.”

“I’m not an invalid TK,” Carlos huffed. “I can get my own water.”

“I know you’re not honey,” TK soothed, setting the glass down on the coffee table and running a hand through Carlos’ dirty hair. He hadn’t had a chance to shower since the accident, having to settle for the quick sponge baths and dry shampoo given in the hospital. “But,” he continued. “You have a broken leg and two fractured ribs. You’re looking at a twelve-week recovery minimum. And that’s just for the leg. I know you hate it, but you’ve got to take it easy.”

“I am taking it easy,” he grumbled. “I’ve barely moved off the damn couch for two days.”

Unconventional Methods

TK didn’t know why he was awake. Typically there were only a few reasons he’d be awake at 3 am. He hadn’t had a nightmare, they’d been few and far between in recent months. There were ringing alarm bells or lingering smell of smoke in the air (thank God) and no early morning proposals to be made (the matching gold rings in the dish on their bathroom counter took care of that). He didn’t have to pee and no part of his body hurt, so there was no reason he shouldn’t have been dead to the world. 

I'll Be Cleaning Up Bottles With You (On New Year's Day)

Carlos wasn’t used to sleeping in. Even on days when he wasn’t working, he was up by sunrise to go for his run, stopping on the way home to pick up muffins and coffee for himself and TK to enjoy before his husband ran off to work or before they started on whatever responsibilities they had for the day. Today, however, when he rolled over to check his phone, he was appalled to find that it was almost noon.

There was a straightforward explanation for his laziness, New Year’s Eve. He and TK had invited over their friends to the loft for a party the night before. They’d kept it relaxed and fun, nothing vastly different from the other 126 hangs that happened at their house, aside from the presence of Judd, Grace, and Charlie. However, they’d stayed up well past midnight, and frankly, Carlos was too old for that shit.

The Holiday Season

“Buck, Buck! Dad! Wake up! It’s Christmas Eve, you gotta get up!”

“Wha-?”

Buck was barely awake enough to brace himself as Christopher clambered onto the bed, flopping down right in the center of Buck’s chest. Two small hands held his cheeks, and he leaned in to press their noses together as he spoke.

“Buck, get up.”

Buck slowly opened his eyes, going cross-eyed as he tried to focus on Chris. Eddie groaned next to him, rolling over and blinking blearily at them.

“Good, you’re up,” Christopher said, sitting up but not moving from his position on Buck’s chest. He said it as if he’d already forgotten that it was his commotion that had ripped them from their peaceful sleep.

The Set Up

He didn’t hate Austin nearly as much as he thought he would. It wasn’t even close to what he was used to. Everything was smaller than in New York, people were much closer, not in a physical way, but in an emotional one. They knew everything about each other and news traveled fast. Everyone in Austin proper had known about him and his dad before their plane even touched down. 

They’d known about his injury before they’d even met him. They’d expected the limp and the sour attitude that came along with a career-ending leg break. His dad’s new team had looked at them with pity for a few days, feeling somewhat guilty every time he went to the firehouse to visit or bring his dad lunch. That was until he started hanging around and kicking their asses at foosball and video games, which earned him a little respect, the amount of which grew every day, until they were friends. 

Christmas Tree Farm

Winter in Austin was a different kind of cold. TK was used to snow and ice, all of the things that came with winter in the North. This was a different kind of cold. This cold seeped through his layers of a hoodie and coat, chilling him to the bone. He pressed a little closer to Carlos, wrapping his chilled hands around his bicep as they walked through the Christmas market set up downtown. 

“Are you cold babe?” Carlos asked.

“A little,” TK admitted, breath clouding around his face as he spoke. 

“I’m getting you a better jacket for Christmas. I don’t like you being cold.”

“I don’t like it either.”

“We can go home if you want. We can do this on a day that’s less cold.”

“Nope. We promised Noah we’d have a Christmas tree when we got home and I will not disappoint him.”

Hot Chocolate Weather

“I’m not liking the way this looks,” Carlos grumbled, stepping away from the window where he’d been peeking out at the storm. The plastic blinds crackled when he released them and TK pushed down the urge to fuss about him bending the pieces. It was a pet peeve he'd never been able to get over after years of being scolded for peering through the blinds of rented apartments in the same fashion. As if sensing his frustration, Carlos gently adjusted the bent piece before drawing the curtains over the window. Out of sight, out of mind. 

“Do you think it’s gonna get bad? Judd was saying something about tornado weather.”

TK really hated storms. They weren’t an anomaly in New York but something about the humidity of the South and the potential for tornadoes made it worse. Plus past experiences with storms, rain, ice, dust, or otherwise, he was understandably wary of weather that wasn’t sunny and blue skies. 

Paper Rings (Buddie's Version)

It started as a joke really. Buck wasn’t sure where he’d gotten the notion, maybe from that stupidly catchy Taylor Swift song May had been so insistent on playing all summer. Something about it had wormed its way into a small corner of his brain and he couldn’t shake the words.

I’d marry you with paper rings

He’d thought about marrying Eddie. Of course, he had. A small part of him felt he and Eddie had been married for years, had been married since they’d stopped posturing over a man with a grenade in his leg and became some semblance of friends. Since Eddie had looked him in the eyes, stupidly large hand on his shoulder and ridiculously soulful brown eyes filled with so much sincerity and concern, and said “There is no one in this world I trust with my son more than you.” He’d thought about it more recently, as they crossed the threshold over one year of dating. He thought about the pages of bookmarked rings he was hiding from Eddie on his laptop. He was months away from clicking the button to buy one, they had time, but he wanted it more than anything. 

Tagging: anyone who wants to :)

[astridthevalkyrie]

trauma dump so my dad and i work in the same company right. he sits about twenty feet away from me (yeah it's fantastic i don't wanna jump out the window somtimes at all) but anyways today he comes over to my desk and in english and loud enough that my colleagues could hear he's like "your shower is clogged you need to fix it!" and a. my sisters and i have been telling him this for weeks so the fact that he is acting like he didn't know shows how little he actually listens to us and b. he only knows now bc since her bathroom is being painted my mother took a shower in ours and inconveniences only matter when it's inconveniences for them and c. he could have said this QUIETLY or in URDU and it would be fine but no apparently asking for respect in the workspace is too much to ask for so i told him "can you be a little less condescending about it?" and he got even more peeved and said he wasn't being condescending and was just telling me to clean out the clog (something i didn't even realize i could do like i didn't know i could lift the thing in the shower bc it looks screwed on and he's never told me this before) so i was like "okay whatever" and he walked away and i KNOW at least one of my colleagues overheard bc he joked something like "that sounded serious" so um. and yesterday my mom randomly got pissed at my sister and told me to stop teaching her to blame everything on my mother and i didn't wanna fight so i just said kay and tried to keep the mood positive with my mother because who am i if i'm not playing emotional support eldest daughter all the time and my dad heard the sound of conflict and went into the basement like the bystander and enabler he is!! anyways i have started another keigo fic that will most likely flop as well but idc because i'm having fun writing for him but i'm not having fun at home and i still lack the energy to find a therapist especially bc i know i'd have to pay for it out of pocket and i'd hear it from my parents (SEPARATELY ffs) that they don't think i need therapy but my sister has had trichotillomania for years and they're only now kinda seriously registering her into therapy after being told my several different doctors to do that because she has a fucking ANXIOUS TICK and they just don't see the correlation they don't see why she would have that and my mom keeps calling her crazy as though the woman doesn't have a barrage of mental health issues that she just refuses to address she has a therapist that she chooses not to talk to she takes depression pills she has meltdowns but it's oooover the second anyone else feels an emotion and now (and always) i'm being told that i'm teaching my sister to hate her and disobey her like BABE!!!! you are UNLIKEABLE and there is a reason no one in the house wants to spend time with you!!!! i'm already in this one stupid class that my parents pushed me into that i don't wanna get into but it's so annoying bc it takes up at least two hours aside from my 7:30 to 5 pm shift which if i go into office means i have to catch a 6 am train and be back at like 6:30 pm so i always push myself to stay up as late as i can to get some alone time where i can relax and then i wake up miserable and i push goals for myself to eat healthier and exercise bc i've gained weight even though everyone says i look like i don't eat (i don't) my mom will just randomly make a comment like "i can see your stomach poking out" or some SHIT like that and she's constantly trying to get me to drink her goddamn disgusting homemade mint water that will make my skin clearer and brighter but i like my brown skin and i'm not SELF HATING like some people! and she keeps bugging me to text the lady from this matchmaking service she enrolled me into but i do not WANT to because none of those men will like me because i god forbid put in my bio that i have ideals that i will not budge from and that i am a feminist and i need someone who will respect that i'm allowed to have as much freedom as them and desi men can't stomach that shit so. and my grandma uncle and his two kids are visiting this

(hit the character block limit) weekend and i have to make it into a fun game for my sister to always be around him and interact with everyone bc if me or her try to refill our social batteries in our rooms or interact with EACH OTHER instead of everyone else my mother will think it's the equivalent of stripping naked in front of everyone despite how she embarrasses us every fucking CHANCE she gets especially around her family and my grandma is back to living with us for at least a few months after this which means she'll sleep in my bed which means she'll use my pillows and take up half the bed and every time this happens my CHRONIC BACK PAIN FORGOT ABOUT THAT acts up more than usual so i'm considering sleeping downstairs but i tend to get anxious when i do that i'm just hoping it doesn't happen this time bc i'd rather be depressed as shit instead of anxious and anxiety scares me so bad i get into my own head so easily and i hate taking meds apparently i need vitamin d pills for the rest of my life and taking them makes me feel sick and i don't drink water no matter how hard i try bc the more i drink the more sick i feel and sometimes i go days without drinking water and sometimes i don't eat and sometimes i'm starving but after a single bite i'm full and somehow i'm still gaining weight and i can't expect anyone to care about this constantly because i'm no one's goddamn concern or burden anyways today i'm feeling really introspective and i want to sit with my feelings for a bit but i can't because once i get home (in the train right now) i have to have a one on one meeting with my course instructor and i miss acting but at the same time every time i think of it i think of that horrible incident a few months ago where i agreed to be in the ensemble of wizard of oz and the experience was so bad and the people were so awful and i was the only woc there and they treated me like dirt under their shoe and every time we had a show to put on i felt ill from how miserable i was and now i'm scared all my acting experiences will all be like this and i'm so tired i want to be held and comforted and i want someone to allow me to cry without telling me to cheer up and i want to stop being so nervous every time i meet someone new and i want my skin to be clearer and i want to be healthier and i want my mother to stop abusing me and i want to just sleep in for a whole day and have no one bother me and i want to answer all these asks in my inbox because some are more than a year old and i feel so bad and i go back to school in the fall and i'll be working full time and i can't even say well i guess i had a good break year because i didn't i was working the whole time and i'm almost always around one parent and i want to write without my wrists feeling pain and i want everyone to leave me alone.

[matthewkniesys]

The Lake House Summer-Jamie Drysdale

Summary: Y/n Hughes has been dating Jamie Drysdale for about a year and a half. Last summer Jamie wasn't able to make it out to the famous Hughes lake house, so this year when y/n's mom invites him to come out, you couldn't be more excited!

Pairing: Jamie Drysdale x Gn!reader

A/n: Hey yall!! I'm back with another fic! This fic officially marks the beginning of Claire's Summer Special! This one was giving me lots of anxiety and it was hard for me to write but I hope yall like it! Theyre is absolutely no content just fluff. Just a reminder to keep sending in requests for the special and feedback is always welcome and appreciated <3

"Hey,Jame" you yelled to the kitchen, in the apartment in Anaheim that belonged to your boyfriend of a year and a half.

"Yes, Babe" Jamie asks, coming out of the kitchen and drying his hand off on a towel since he had been doing the dishes.

"My parents were wondering if you wanted to come to the Lake house with me this summer and meet some people and just hangout. I know you already know my brothers Quinn,Jack andLuke and my parents but my grandparents will be there, and also Brendan Brisson and his family" you tell Jamie.

"Babe sometimes I forget that you're a Hughes and you guys seem to know every single hockey family in the continent" Jamie laughs " and of course yes, I would love to come and meet everyone".

"My mom was wondering if we could be there in 3 days. That's when the Brisson's are gonnaget there as well. She was thinking we could have a big bonfire that night to kind of mark the beginning of summer" you add.

"Sounds good to me. Tomorrow I have to drive a few guys from the team to the airport and my mom was expecting me to fly back to Canada in a few days but I'll just call her and tell her I'll be going to the famous Hughes lake house for a few weeks." With that sentence Jamie is able to draw a laugh out of you, who had been very nervously awaiting your boyfriend's answer.Jamie leaves to go call his family and you collapse on the couch.

Honestly you were supposed to ask Jamie a week ago but you had put it off over and over again, too scared to hear his answer. It's not that you thought he wouldn't want to come, it's just nerve-wracking to ask someone you love, let alone your boyfriend, to meet people that were important to you. Having told your mom yesterday that Jame had said yes, there was no getting out of asking him today.

You turn the TV on and watch sports highlights for a little while. Having such an insanely sporty family means sports kinda runs in your blood. You loved watching hockey ( even though youcould barely skate unlike your very talented brothers) and you used to run track when you were younger.

Eventually Jamie came back into the room and flopped down on the couch pulling you into his lap.

"Did everything go well?" You ask, a hint of nervousness still apparent in your voice.

"Yep, my mom was disappointed she wouldn't see me for a little while but she was happy and excited for me. She knows how disappointed we both were when I couldn't make it out last summer. My parents also asked if you could give them the address to the lake house so they could mail some stuff to me '' Jamie tells you.

"I'm so excited!" You exclaim "and yes of course I can give her the address".

"Great! Anyways what are we watching baby" he asks you, hugging you tight around the waist.

"Just some baseball highlights…" you trail off when your boyfriend starts kissing your neck.

"Wanna turn this off and head up to bed?" Jamie asks you with a wink that looks more like he's having a hard time blinking.

"Sure Jame. Just please never wink , at least that's what I think you were trying to do, ever again. It looked like you had something stuck in your eye" you laugh.

"Babe shut up" Jamie groans, lifting you up off the couch and you wrap your legs around his hips.

You wake up with light streaming through the curtains but an empty left side of the bed where your boyfriend usually lies. You get out of bed and put one of Jamie's old shirts to cover your naked body. The shirt is so comfortable and worn. Another added bonus is that it smells like Jamie.

"Babe?" Jamie calls softly from the kitchen where he's presumably making breakfast. You don't answer, just walk into the kitchen and wrap your arms around his waist where he's making a protein shake for himself and has made a smoothie for you.

"Hey baby" you mutter into his back. He turns around and kisses your nose.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks. You nod your head, placing it in his chest. You were feeling particularly clingy today and you just wanted to be with Jamie.

"I made you a smoothie, here try it" Jamie says sounding very proud of himself.

You take a small sip, a little scared of what Jamie put in it. "This is really good Jame" you exclaim quietly, barely above a whisper. He just smiles down at you sensing that it's gonna be a kind of quiet morning with not a lot of talking and just enjoying each other's presence.

By mid-morning, the 2 of you are finally ready to let each other go off and get ready for the day. You both get dressed and Jamie leaves to bring his friends to the airport. While he's gone you start to make make a plan about what you need to buy for the trip. Jamie had decided that instead of taking a plane you twowould just drive since it's cheaper and the both of you happened to enjoy road trips especially with each other.

Finally after what feels to you like an eternity, Jamie gets back home.

"Jame" you whine, extremely high as soon as he walks in the door. You run up to him and jumponto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

"Very clingy today baby, eh?" he asks, in his cute Canadian accent, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. Embarrassed, you bury your head in your boyfriend's ducks hoodie.

"I feel like I need to, I don't know, like buy your parents a gift or something for being invited"Jamie admits shyly. You find it funny how Jamie can switch from being confident with that adorable little smirk of his to being the shyest person you've ever met.

"Baby" you start, grabbing his face and holding it in your hands "my parents love you, I love you and you don't need to bring gifts for them."

"Are you-"

"Yes I'm sure" you cut Jamie off, responding to his question without him even having to finish it because that's how well you know each other.He sighs, but doesn't say anything knowing your probably right. You give him a quick kiss, then grab Jamie's hand and to drag him up the stairs.

"We need to go to the store to get groceries,k" you ask "then we've gotta start packing."

"Lead the way Miss. Hughes" Jamie replies.

The both of you spend the afternoon grocery shopping together ,packing suitcases and filling coolers with drinks and food for the trip.

"I think we should order pizza for supper cause I don't wanna cook after all that and I don't thinkyou want to either" you hear Jamie's voice cut through the comfortable silence.

"I want sushi," you pout.

"You want sushi after a hard day of work?" Jamie asks, confused.

"But like I won't be back in Anaheim for awhile and my favorite sushi place is here" you argue lightheartedly, stating your case, knowing that in the end Jamie would probably give in anyways.

"Fine, but if we stop anywhere to eat tomorrow on our drive it's my choice" he answers.

"Deal" and the 2 of you shake on it, because in that sense the both of you are still kids. After all Jamie's only 20 and you're 19, just like your twin brother, Luke.

You guys order, just delivery so you don't have to leave the house, and turn on the tv.

"Can we watch our show, please?" Jamie asks you, with the biggest puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.

"Which one… Stranger Things?"

"Yep, I need to know what happens"

"You got it" you say grabbing the remote and turning on netflix. When the food comes you move off Jamie's stomach, so he can get up and go get it. Other than that you don't move off the couch all night.When it was finally time to go to bed, you felt happy and full and super excited to see the family again so soon. You fell asleep within minutes of Jamie wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Wake up, lovey" you feel someone, Jamie, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks.

"Is it morning already?"

"Yep and it's road trip day!"

"You seem extra happy for five thirty in the morning Jame."

"I get to spend a whole day in the car with my favourite person in the whole wide world."

"I don't think you'll be thinking like that after 2 hours in the car with me" you laugh thinking of how grumpy you'll probably be.

"I would never get tired of you."

"Sure bud." You throw a pillow at Jamie starting an all out pillow fight that ends with your boyfriend on top of you tickling you.

"Seriously we need to leave soon or else we're not gonna make it before night" you say between broken gasps, trying to get Jamie to stop tickling you.

You get dressed quickly while Jame made coffee for the both of you and then put the last of the stuff in the car. You hop into the passenger side and are greeted by a very eager, with the undertone of nervousness, Jamie.

"You ready?" He asks.

"For a day of driving... no. To see my family and spend lots of time with you at the lake... yes." You respond with then turn to look out the window. You fall asleep within 10 minutes.

"Babe... Babe."

"Jame, why did you wake me up?" You ask in your pouty little baby voice. You look over at the dash and realise it's already lunch time.

"We're stopped at a gas station and I was wondering if you wanted a sandwich from the cooler for lunch. You slept for the whole morning." He replies.

"Are you gonna eat something. Do you want me to take a turn driving?"

"I'm gonna grab a sandwich but I'm good, I'll keep driving."

"You sure?"

"Yup."

The drive for the rest of the afternoon was a lot different then the morning. The 2 of you ate your sandwich's and then started blasting music. You were singing at the top of your lungs, getting a few laughs out of Jamie.

"C'mon sing with me Jame"

"I'm good"

"It's just me babe. I'm singing so why not you?" Slowly you start to hear Jamie's voice and within a little while he's singing as loud as possible along with you.

After that the car ride passed quickly and sooner than you knew, you were 10 minutes away from the lake house.

"Were almost there!" You exclaim excitetdly, reminding you of when you were a little kid.

"It's really pretty up here" Jamie remarks.

"My favorite part of the year was always coming up here and spending time with my family."

"When I was younger we never had a cabin or anything but we used to always go to the beach."

"The lake is easily my favorite part of having a lake house. I love swimming."

"Oh I know"Jamie says laughing, remembering the time when you were drunk and just refused to get out of the pool cause "you were so in love with swimming".

"Shut up" you giggle, hitting him lightly in the shoulder. The rest of the short car ride left was silent. Jamie was nervous and you were excited. Jamie pulls into the driveway but no one gets out.

"You good?" You ask, turning to look at him.

He takes a deep breath then answers "yep just a little nervous."

"Are you ready to get out?"

"Yeah, let's go." The both of you get out of the car. No one come out of the house to greet you so you assume that they're probably down by the beach. It's a little past super time at this point so they've probably already got the first of the summer bonfire lite.

You leave your bags in the car, deciding you could just grab them on the way back. You make the short walk down a trail to the beach. Somewhere along the way, Jamie's hand reaches for yours. You squeeze it and he squeezes back.

"Hey guys!" You yell when you see your family sitting around the fire.

"Y/n, your here!" Ellen exclaims, when she sees you.

"Hi mum" you mutter as Ellen envelops you in a hug. The rest of the family gets up and makes their way over. Ellen let's go of you so the rest of the family came get their hugs in.

"Well, isn't it the famous Jamie Drysdale who decided to come up" says your dad.

"Uh hey." He says super awkwardly. He exchanges hugs with your mum, Dad, Jack, quinn and lastly luke.

"So this is the Jamie we've heard so much about" says your grandma "c'mere give me a hug." You watch as your grandparents take turns meeting Jamie. Your heart fills with joy when your grandma pinches his cheeks and Jamie makes your grandpa laugh. This, this is exactly where you want to be. These are the kind of moments you never forget.

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[littleredwing89]

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: “Shall I go get your favourite snacks from the shop babe?”, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, letting the pads of his fingers stroke down your chin, “Then when I get back we can watch whatever you want…dealers choice”.

Warnings – Mild Language. Fluff. Pre-established relationship.

Word Count: 1,876

A/N: For the last 6/7 weeks I’ve been really unwell, and this fic was a little self-therapy for me. I know some of you guys haven’t been feeling great either, so this fic is a shout out to all who need a little self indulgent fluff. And a pick-me-up. Sending all my love 💞💞 xoxo - directly linked too Useless by @internalsealpanic​ 

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You wrapped the thick blankets around you tighter, sniffling into them. Your throat tickled and you coughed loudly, trying to clear the itch, shaking the bed slightly in the process. The movement startled the dog who was nestled into your side and he looked up at you for a second, ears flicking back.

“I’m ok baby”, you mumbled and he seemed to accept it, curling back up next to you, wiggling his bum to press it against your thighs.

Jason poked his head into the bedroom and saw you curled up under several blankets, wearing his old red hoodie, with your dog, snuggling in preciously. He felt his heart tug at the scene and contemplated taking a photo of you both. Another one to add to his private collection.

“Princess, you ok?”, he murmured softly, not wanting to wake you in case you were asleep. He knew you’d been struggling to sleep the last few days.

You quietly coughed again and pressed your face into the cool side of the pillow. The faint scent of Jason’s aftershave made you smile, “I'm fine”.

Jason scoffed, “Oh yeah? You wanna try again to sound more convincing?”.

“I’ll be fine, it’s just a little cold”.

You sneezed loudly and subsequently disturbed the dog again. He grumbled and flopped closer to you, resting his snout on your stomach. His big brown eyes settled on you. He growled and wagged his tail, waiting for you to stroke him. You giggled and scratched your nails over his head.

“I see he’s been of some use for a change”, Jason grinned, folding his arms and resting against the door frame.

“He’s always useful”, you defended.

“Except when there's an intruder”.

You hummed, Jason had a point…sort of.

“Well, except that”.

Jason laughed, “Why did you get him again?”.

“Because he's the bestest dog in the universe”, you ruffled his ears and smiled happily. The dog soaked up the attention, wagging his tail happily.

Walking into the room, Jason sat on the edge of the bed, patting the top of the dog's head. The smile crept onto his lips before he could stop it. You’d already noticed and was beaming at him.

“Guess so”.

“He’s been very attentive whilst I’ve been under the weather, he’s not left my side once”, you praised. The dog poked his head up and barked once, before his tongue lolled out.

Jason stared at Robbie, fighting the urge to smile like an idiot. He stroked behind the dog’s ears and murmured, “Good boy”.

“But seriously though princess, how are you feeling? Do you feel any better?”, Jason turned his attention back to you, stroking his hand over your temple.

“I feel like someone threw me into the depths of Hell, but I’ll be ok, nothing a little sleep won’t cure”, you mumbled, fighting the urge to cough again.

Jason brushed your hair back and clicked his tongue feeling you burning up. Worry etched onto his handsome face. He didn’t like seeing you like this. He wanted to take it away for you.

“Shall I go get your favourite snacks from the shop babe?”, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, letting the pads of his fingers stroke down your chin, “Then when I get back we can watch whatever you want…dealers choice”.

You snuggled into his hand, laying a kiss to his palm, “If you don't mind”.

He leant forward gently and kissed your eyelids, “Of course I don’t, princess”.

“Thank you so much…wrap up won't you? It’s supposed to snow tonight”.

“I’ll be right back, make sure he doesn't try to follow me”, Jason winked before kissing your rosy nose.

You scoffed, “He won’t, he loves me too much”.

“Now we both know I'm his favourite”, Jason boasted and ruffled the dog's fur playfully.

“Because you keep bribing him with treats”, you smirked, “You keep doing that and he’s just going to get fat and lazy”.

Jason chuckled, “I won’t be long…call me if you need me and I’ll come straight back”. 

“Go- I’ll be fine”.

Bobbing down, he rubbed his cheek against yours affectionately. His stubble tickled you, causing you to giggle softly, coated with a little snuffle. He grinned and kissed your cheek before getting up and heading out of the bedroom.

The dog settled back on your stomach, eyes closing peacefully. You hummed and carded your fingers through his soft fur, letting your own eyes fall shut.

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Coming back through the apartment door, Jason shook his coat down, watching the flakes of snow hit the floor. They melted instantly creating tiny pools of cold water. You’d been right about the snow. He shuddered and unwound his scarf, hanging it on the coat rail.

Jason made a mental note to warn Bruce and the others for patrol. He didn’t want hypothermia along with bruised ribs.

He kicked his boots off and went to stride into the kitchen but stopped himself. He picked his boots up and placed them neatly next to yours. He heard your voice scolding him for leaving them messily.

‘An accident waiting to happen’ you’d said. When Jason dropped the bags on the kitchen floor, he heard the pitter patter of paws. The dog raced through excitedly, happy to see Jason again.

“I wasn’t gone that long”, he grumbled but he couldn’t deny how nice it was that he was so excited after just an hour away.

He stepped around the dog and knelt down, ready to take out the sugary snacks he’d got for you, in hope it’d somehow make you feel better. The dog plopped himself in front of Jason and started up at him expectantly, his tail wagging fervently on the floor, sweeping the dust back and forth.

“Come on man, you’re in the way”, Jason whined, booping the dog on the nose. 

He growled and sniffed at the bag, waiting for Jason to take out the first item.

“No, I’m not doing it. You’re not sniffing everything I’ve bought!”, Jason complained and scrunched up the top of the bag, hiding the goods from the dog. He wouldn’t fall into the trap you’d set yourself. Indulging the dog in smelling everything you’d picked up from the grocery store. No. Nope. No. He wouldn’t do it.

The dog whined and looked up at Jason sadly, big brown eyes swimming with disappointment. His ears drooped and his tail stopped wagging.

“I won’t fall for it!”, Jason felt his resolve crumbling. Those damned chocolate eyes. How did he know how to abuse them so easily? He must have learnt it from you.

Snuffing in annoyance, the dog nudged the top of the bag, wagging his tail slowly, almost asking for permission.

Jason caved, “Fine!!”, he tore the top of the bag open, “Just one item! Just one”. He dug out the tub of chocolate fudge ice cream knowing it’d be cold against the dog’s snout. He grinned cheekily, holding it out. Waiting for the reaction.

Sniffing it slowly, the dog snorted and snuffled all over Jason’s jeans. He shook his head, ears flopping noisily and then looked expectantly for the next item.

“No…”.

The dog barked.

“You’re a fucking menace”, Jason groaned.

“DON’T SWEAR AT THE DOG”, you called through before coughing violently, “I’M OK!!”.

Sighing in defeat, Jason proceeded to pull out every item, one by one, allowing the dog to sniff each one. The dog looked more and more thrilled with each product.

“You done?”, Jason chuckled and he watched the dog trot off back to your room. The treat Jason had bought him perched safely in his teeth.

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Having changed into his dark sweatpants and an old red T-shirt, Jason made his way into your bedroom, juggling all of the treats he’d picked up from the little corner shop on 10th Avenue. He grinned happily and dropped them all onto the foot of the bed.

“Got all your favourites, sweetheart,…and some of mine too, the ice cream is in the freezer when we’re ready to share it”, his eyes lit up as he dug out the expensive chocolate truffles he’d been craving.

You reached forward, grabbing a tube of Pringles, humming contentedly, “You’re the best, thank you”.

Jason put the truffles on his bedside table, kneeling over your body, his voice dropping low, “Mmm say that again, princess”, he pressed a hot kiss to your exposed neck, biting it playfully.

“Jason!”, you squealed, your body flushing all over as his lips worked down, pushing your hoodie, “You'll get sick!!”, you coughed softly, the sound vibrating nastily in your chest.

He pulled back and pecked your lips lightly, “Colds are for losers”.

“Hey!”, you protested, pouting.

He dropped onto the empty space next to you and smiled, “Don't worry, I still love you princess”, he winked and kissed your forehead, pulling you tightly into his chest. Wrapping the blanket around you both tightly.

You soaked up his body heat readily and smiled into his chest, purring at the affection he showered you with, “Love or not, you're gonna get sick”.

“Nah”, he scoffed, “The virus is too scared of me”.

“That's not how-- fine, just cuddle me!”, you nuzzled his neck, curling your arms around his middle. You enjoyed these moments. Just you two. You knew no one would believe you that the big, bad Red Hood dished out cuddles so freely. Not when he was so surly. But you liked having this side to yourself.

Just as you finally settled, the dog plopped between you both, resting his muzzle on Jason’s lower stomach. His deep brown eyes looked up at you both and he grumbled low. Tail wagging impatiently.

“Guess it’s a family cuddle then?”, Jason laughed and scratched the dog on the head.

You felt all warm and fuzzy again, touched that Jason had referred to you all as a family. You smiled brightly and rested your hand on his, patting the dog together.

“Plus…”, he grinned, “I don’t think you’re in any state for an adult ‘cuddle’, are you babe?”.

You gasped and moved to cover the dog's ears, “Shush!! He’s not old enough to hear about that sort of thing”.

“He’s an adult in dog years”, Jason stuck his tongue at you and the dog.

“He’s still our baby”, you murmured and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the dog's head before resting back into Jason.

“Ours”, he smiled lovingly and kissed you softly before grabbing the TV remote, “Let’s watch that movie you wanted yeah? Snuggle in, princess”.

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