#Cuddling and Snuggling

[pollyna]

It's an accident, the first time that happens. Mav knocks because he needs sugar and stays over because Ice is watching a new movie he didn't get to catch on the big screen. It's two in the afternoon, and Ice is pleasantly warm against his shoulder.

Slider wakes them up four hours later and laughs because "I only woke you up because I was hungry and Tom promised dinner".

And so the saga of them falling asleep on the couch starts just to end on the bed because four weeks in Ice's back is protesting and he promises Mav is bed is way more comfortable and there are pillows.

(Mav ends up using Ice's chest as a pillow instead. Doesn't matter where they are sleeping.)

((They kiss, just as accidentally, one morning almost seven months in their arrangement when Ice turns around and Mav gives him a pec on his nose, eyes still close and humming satisfied before hiding his face against Ice's necks. Ice kisses his forehead and gets back to sleep. It opens a door to whole other accidents made over a shared cups of coffee and Mav wearing Ice's shirt as pj's.)

[bloody-bee-tea]

We have to match

This fic was entirely inspired by by this amazing art by @jjks-dodo

The first time it happens, Suguru doesn't know what to do with the present Satoru shoves into his hands.

“It’s not my birthday,” is the first thing out of his mouth, because it’s the first of December, so it’s actually closer to Satoru’s birthday than his own.

“I know that,” Satoru gives back, bouncing on the balls of his feet as if he’s vibrating out of his skin with excitement.

It’s kind of his default state whenever he does something, though, so it doesn’t really clue Suguru in on what’s going on here.

“What is this, then?” Suguru asks, lifting the present slightly. It’s wrapped, though haphazardly so, and Suguru knows that Satoru must have done it himself.

“If you’d unpack it, you’d know,” he snaps out, slightly on edge so this must be important to him.

Still, Suguru can’t help but to want to know more before he unwraps it.

“I’d like to know the occasion first, if you don’t mind.”

He’s wrecking his brain, trying to figure out if he missed some important date, some anniversary he wasn’t aware of–he wouldn’t put it past Satoru to remember the first time they shared a popsicle or something and then make a big deal out of it–but nothing comes to mind.

“It’s Christmas,” Satoru informs him, and it only serves to make Suguru frown harder.

“It’s really not,” he gives back, because it’s December 1st. Christmas is still far away, and it’s not even as if Suguru celebrates it anyway.

He didn’t think Satoru would, either, what with his family and all but clearly he’d been wrong about that.

“But it’s the Advent Season,” Satoru almost whines out, clearly bothered by the fact that Suguru didn’t open his present yet. “Will you just open it already, goddamit.”

Suguru hesitates for a moment longer, mostly just to annoy the hell out of Satoru, but he sees how the bouncing slows down, sees how Satoru worries the hem of his sleeves with his fingers and Suguru just knows that this is important to him, no matter what is in the present.

It’s important enough to Satoru to make him nervous about this and Suguru doesn’t have it in him to let him wait longer.

“Fine, fine, relax, would you,” he mutters, even as he rips the paper wrapping apart and he momentarily goes still when he finds a sweater.

A Christmas sweater to be precise.

It’s red and green with little reindeers all over and it’s kind of hideous if Suguru were to be honest, but he can’t be. Not when Satoru looks at him with so much expectation written on his face.

“Thanks?” Suguru finally manages to say, still unsure what he’s supposed to do with this, when Satoru suddenly whips out a matching sweater.

“The time leading up to Christmas is the best time and we’ll have to match, so I got you that one to match mine,” he excitedly says, clearly reassured by the fact that Suguru didn’t immediately throw the sweater in his face.

“We have to match,” Suguru repeats slowly, and the corners of his mouth twitch when Satoru nods vigorously, making his hair flop around.

When a strand gets stuck in Satoru’s eyelashes, Suguru reaches out without thought to push it away. He briefly feels panic lick up his throat when Satoru goes still under his fingers, but Suguru pretends as if nothing happens and takes his hand back as if it didn’t mean anything.

“You sure you got my size right?” he asks to break the weird tension between them and it’s enough to jolt Satoru back into action, though he can’t quite hide the faint blush on his face.

“A size  bigger than me, because of your stupidly huge shoulders,” he huffs out and Suguru laughs.

“I keep telling you, if you’d actually train like at least once a weak you wouldn’t be all noodle-limbed.”

“I’m not noodle-limbed!” Satoru huffs and puffs with outrage and Suguru laughs even louder. 

They both know it’s not true anyway; Satoru is good enough at hand-to-hand combat to best just about everyone they know, except, of course, Suguru.

“If you and your stupidly jacked arms rip this sweater apart, I’m not getting you a new one,” Satoru hisses at him when Suguru takes of the shirt he’s currently wearing to try the sweater on.

It’s a nice thought, not having to wear this hideous thing, but Suguru just knows that for all his faked outrage Satoru would be devastated and Suguru couldn’t stand it. So he slips into the sweater and lets out a relieved little sigh when it actually fits him.

He only feels slightly stupid when he turns around and he gives a pointed look at Satoru’s own shirt.

“Where’s yours then,” he wants to know and Satoru lights up like a Christmas tree.

“I have it right here, wait,” he rushes out, magicking out a second sweater from god-knows-where and he slips it on without hesitation. “Now we match,” he laughs out, bright and happy and for that alone Suguru would wear much worse things than a stupid, cute, matching Christmas sweater.

~*~*~

The second time it happens, Suguru is kind of expecting it. He knows Satoru too well to think he’d let something like this go, would only do it for one year and so when Satoru hands him a slightly better wrapped present, he accepts it without complaint.

“Cutting it a little bit close, huh?” he asks, because it’s already late in the night of the first of December and it’s not like Satoru to miss out on even a day of this.

Last year he made Suguru wear the sweater almost constantly, only allowing him to take it off to get it washed and for missions and so for him to almost miss an entire day is uncharacteristic.

“Yeah, well–” Satoru trails off, clutching his jacket more tightly around himself and Suguru narrows his eyes at him.

“What did you do?” he wants to know because it’s clear as day that Satoru is up to something.

“Nothing,” Satoru easily gives back, too fast and too smooth and Suguru’s fingers still on the paper. 

“I don’t think I want this anymore,” he says, shoving the parcel into Satoru’s chest who shoves it right back.

“You have to, though Suguru, we have to match, remember?” 

“I’m not so sure I want to match with you anymore,” Suguru lies straight through his teeth and a painful stab of regret is all he gets for his trouble when hurt briefly flashes over Satoru’s face.

“But–it’s tradition, right?” Satoru asks and Suguru shakes his head.

“One year doesn’t make a tradition, Satoru,” he tells him, though he does get back to unwrapping the sweater.

This one is thankfully only red as far as Suguru can see so far, and so that already makes it better than the last one, at least in Suguru’s opinion.

That thought only holds for as long as he needs to fully unfold the sweater though, because of course it wouldn’t be that easy, not when it comes to Satoru.

The words ‘I’m the naughty one’ are stitched into the front in white and Suguru lowers it just enough to be able to glare at Satoru.

“What the hell is this?” he demands to know only for Satoru to grin brightly at him as he takes off his jacket, revealing a matching red sweater underneath it.

Except his says ‘I’m the nice one’.

“Absolutely not,” Suguru whispers under his breath, even as Satoru laughs right in his face in his glee but he gets the wind knocked out of him when Suguru throws his own sweater in Satoru’s face and then uses that moment of distraction to tackle him to the bed.

“Absolutely not!” Suguru repeats louder this time and starts to wrestle Satoru out of the sweater.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing, Suguru,” Satoru shrieks out, laughing so hard he can barely breathe when Suguru tries to distract him by tickling him but even like this it takes him a long time to finally, finally get Satoru out of the sweater.

“If one of us is the naughty one, it’s you,” Suguru pants out, sitting across Satoru’s legs and looking down at him, his hair falling around his face, bun having come undone somewhere in their tousle.

“But everyone expects that,” Satoru pouts at him, still breathing hard from screaming and laughing and his face is flushed red.

He’s absolutely beautiful.

“And besides, don’t act as if you don’t encourage me at every turn,” he adds and it’s not as if Suguru can even deny that.

Enabling Satoru is a bit of a bad habit of his but not everyone needs to know that.

“Do not,” he says, just to be contrary, and pulls the ‘I’m the nice one’ sweater over his head, so that there’s no chance of Satoru taking it back.

He stills when it settles around him.

“That’s my size,” he says, fixing Satoru with his eyes and Satoru blinks up at him.

“We have the same size?” he tries, even though they both know that’s bullshit and Suguru proves it to him by reaching for the naughty sweater and checking the size there.

“This one is one size smaller, though,” Suguru says and shoves the sweater almost into Satoru’s face.

“My mistake,” Satoru says, still not able to admit that he did this on purpose it seems and there’s only one possible punishment for that.

Suguru flops down on top of him.

“Uff, you oaf, don’t you know you’re heavy as fuck?” Satoru breathes out but his attempts at pushing Suguru off are half-hearted at best.

“I’m also tired as hell,” Suguru easily gives back and dares to nuzzle his face into the crook of Satoru’s neck. “I think I might sleep right here.”

“Hey, hey, Suguru!” Satoru squeaks out, though of course he’d never admit to that and Suguru huffs out a laugh.

Satoru is warm under him and kind of poky with his sharp edges but it’s the single most comfortable position Suguru has been in, simply because it’s Satoru, and soon enough he really gets sleepy.

“‘m gonna sleep now,” he whispers out and the last thing he knows is how Satoru scratches at his scalp as he breathes out a soft “Okay”.

~*~*~

Suguru is already holding his hands out when Satoru steps into the room.

“Let’s see what horrible thing you brought this time,” he says, making grabby hands at Satoru, who seems to have frozen right in the doorway.

“Uhm,” Satoru says, looking down at the present in his hands before he looks back up at Suguru.

He’s more nervous than he was even the first time he did this and it instantly puts Suguru on edge.

“Is it that hideous?” he wants to know, simply snatching the present out of Satoru’s hand, who tries to get it back but ultimately fails because he still can’t best Suguru when it comes to anything even resembling close combat.

“I just–” Satoru cuts himself off, clearly unsure of himself and Suguru fights the urge to soothe his nerves.

He fails miserably, because he always does when it comes to Satoru.

“You want me to give it back?” he asks, offering the present to Satoru, who doesn’t reach out for it. “If you don’t want to, we can skip this year,” Suguru goes on, even though it’s clear that some part of Satoru at least must want because he did get the sweater after all.

“No, it’s just–you might hate it.”

Satoru hasn’t been that unsure since the very first week of them knowing each other and Suguru hates it with a passion.

“Why would I?” he carefully asks but Satoru only shrugs. “Can I unwrap it?”

“Sure. Just remember that it doesn’t–you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

Of course I want to sits at the tip of his tongue, but Suguru bites it back. It’s not going to help if he reassures Satoru with meaningless words right now, so instead of saying that he busies himself with unwrapping this year's sweater.

This one is green for a change but by now Suguru knows to wait until he sees the front before he forms his decision on this, so he quickly unfolds it, holding it out in front of him.

In stark white it says ‘Family Christmas’ on the front and Suguru is glad that the sweater is hiding his face for the moment because to think that Satoru was nervous about this hurts him acutely.

“You hate it,” Satoru grumbles when Suguru takes a moment too long to say something. “I knew you’d hate it, that was such a dumb idea,” he goes on, his voice barely above a whisper and Suguru lowers the sweater so fast, Satoru flinches.

“Of course you’re my family, you idiot,” Suguru breathes out, instantly honing in on what made Satoru so nervous because he knows him after all. “It’s a great sweater.”

“It–is?” Satoru wants to know, clearly still not convinced and Suguru doesn’t hesitate to slide it over his shirt. 

“Of course it is,” he vehemently says, because it is. 

Satoru doesn’t quite seem convinced though, so Suguru pulls him into a hug. 

“You are my family, idiot,” he says, more fondly than maybe necessary, but Satoru doesn’t call him out on it and instead slings his arms around him.

“You sure?”

“I’ve been wearing stupid matching Christmas sweaters with you for the past two years, you really think I would do that for just anybody?”

Satoru doesn’t need to know that that really has nothing to do with being family and all with Suguru being stupidly in love with him. At least not yet.

Though a plan is slowly starting to take form in Suguru’s mind.

“I should hope not, actually,” Satoru gives back and Suguru rests his head on top of Satoru’s.

He doesn’t move away, and he doesn’t protest about the hug as much as he normally does–however feigned his protest usually is–and so Suguru knows that this really means a lot to him.

It means a lot to him, too, and so he’s more than content to stay right where he is.

~*~*~

Suguru barges into Satoru’s room at the tail end of the last day of November.

“I’ve got a present for you!” he calls out, throwing the wrapped gift right into Satoru’s face when he’s not quick enough to sit up and catch it.

Nerves are licking up Suguru’s spine but like this he can’t talk himself out of it. Not again. He talked himself out of it so often during the last year–years, really–and he thinks it’s time that one of them man’s up. He thinks he knows what Satoru’s answer is going to be, has seen it in the lingering stares, has felt it in the prolonged touches but there’s still that small chance that it’s all just because Satoru sees him as family.

As just family, and nothing more.

“What’s this?” Satoru wants to know, turning the present in his hands and Suguru rolls his eyes at him.

“If you’d open it, you’d know,” he shoots back, not sitting down next to Satoru because he needs to be able to read Suguru’s own sweater once he unpacked his.

It doesn’t help with the nerves, when Satoru has to look up at him like that, though.

“Is this–a sweater?” Satoru asks, squeezing the package in his hands. “Did you get me a Christmas sweater?” He almost sounds accusing and Suguru raises an eyebrow at him.

“What? You can do it, but I can’t?”

“But I have ours picked out already!”

“Yeah, well, shucks. It’s my turn, this year,” Suguru decides and he closes Satoru’s mouth when it drops open.

“Wow, didn’t know you could be so rude,” he mutters, Suguru’s hand still under his chin and Suguru gives him his best grin.

“I learned from the best. Now, if you would?”

“Now, if you would,” Satoru repeats mockingly under his breath, but he does rip into the paper, quickly unveiling the sweater.

At first glance it’s simply red, but of course there’s something written on the front and Suguru’s heart beats in his chest.

“I have everything I want for Christmas,” Satoru reads out loud and Suguru can see the frown on his face. “That’s not even funny, Suguru,” he then whines out, turning his gaze back to Suguru, who feels as if he could die on the spot.

His mouth his dry, his heart is beating so fast he’s afraid it might jump right out of his chest and the butterflies in his stomach make him a little bit sick.

“It’s not supposed to be funny,” he still somehow gets out as he opens his jacket and shows Satoru the matching sweater he’s wearing.

It’s green and the words “It’s me, I’m everything” are written on the front.

Suguru watches how Satoru’s eyes go wide as he slowly takes in the words and he knows it’s all going to be fine when Satoru blushes a furious red.

“What does that mean? Suguru, what does that mean?” he demands to know, almost shouting out the words in his urgency and Suguru smiles at him.

“Take an educated guess,” he replies, though he doesn’t torture Satoru–or himself–any longer.

He bends down, briefly pressing his lips to Satoru’s to make it abundantly clear just what this all means and he knows Satoru finally goes with the program when his hands fly up to tangle in Suguru’s sweater, keeping him right where he is, keeping him close.

“Does that mean I don’t get any other Christmas presents this year?” Satoru pouts out, though Suguru can see how his eyes shine with happiness. 

He leans in to taste that smile once more.

“Maybe if you’re being good, I have one or two for you,” he breathes out, and this time it’s Satoru who leans in for a kiss.

“But everyone knows I’m the naughty one,” Satoru mutters against his lips and Suguru laughs.

Satoru steals the sound right from his lips.

“Maybe I’ll part with that sweater just this once,” Suguru muses but Satoru shakes his head. 

“Not a chance in hell, we’re never going to take these ones off. I love you.”

Trust Satoru to still be the first one to say it, Suguru fondly thinks as he’s almost drowning in his love. 

“I love you,” he quickly gives back, peppering Satoru’s face with kisses until he’s laughing with happiness.

“I want everyone to know,” Satoru eventually says, once they are cuddled close on the bed and Suguru snorts out a laugh.

“Kind of inevitable if you don’t want to take that sweater off ever again,” he gives back and Satoru beams at him.

“Best way to tell everyone. Best way to tell me, actually, “he adds after a moment and Suguru simply has to kiss him again.

“Thought you might like it,” Suguru nods, pulling Satoru closer. “Glad you like it.”

“Love it,” Satoru immediately corrects him. “Just like I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Suguru mutters, getting sleepy now that all the adrenaline is out of his system and he’s warm and cozy in bed, with the love of his life safely in his arms.

He nuzzles his face against Satoru’s shoulder and breathes one more kiss on his skin before sleep slowly drags him under.

The last thing he hears his a muttered “You think there are sweaters for proposing?” and Suguru falls asleep with a smile on his face.

He really wouldn’t mind a sweater like that.

[buddie-fic-recs-this-way]

never known comfort like laying next to you

—if you love soft buddie, this one's for you!

author: thelikesofus | rated: g | words: 2.6k | ao3 link

summary:

“It's okay, I'll go home and I'll come back first thing in the morning to make your panca—.”

“Stay with me.”

“Huh?”

OR

A long shift ends with a quiet pizza and movie night within the walls of the Diaz house followed by a quiet confession beneath Eddie’s duvet

—kels reasons to read—

them being soft and domestic is my favorite thing

they're so in love it hurts

buckley—diaz family my most beloved

@the-likesofus

[baldurs-writers-3]

Cuddling: A Baldur's Gate 3 Rec List

This week, we have Cuddle fics!  Check under the cut for five fics that include a lot of snuggling and cuddling and all that soft stuff, and as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

Waking by julekisms (500, General) Warnings: None Pairings: Wyll/Tav

Giilvas wakes from a nightmare; Wyll comforts him.

Reccer says:The writing style is gorgeous, and it's a very short but sweet piece that gives you a lovely snapshot into their relationship.

All It Cost Me by HydieMurderBabe (27535, Explicit) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Durge

Two traumatized nubbins heal from their pasts. Lots of sex and violence ensues.

Reccer says: This fic is hella planned. It has plot--several plots, a large cast, arson. But it is so goddamn fluffy. They're so cute with each other, Hydie and Astarion, and if you just wanna see these nubbins cuddle and heal together, this is for you. Also the smut is very hot.

Softness by DraconisRuthren (1463, Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Tav

Couple days after the teifling party, the group camps for the night to avoid the rain. Astarion is still adjusting to the idea of cuddling.

Reccer says: Very soft and sweet

Task Failed Successfully by Gally (8106, Mature) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Karlach

Karlach's engine is fixed and now she can touch people! Astarion goes into a bit of a spiral about it, though Karlach doesn't take long to reassure him

Reccer says: It's communication and non-sexual intimacy and people caring about people and a vampire being vulnerable and I adore it

Thermal Equilibrium by fantailsock (1953, Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Karlach/Wyll

Astarion is freezing. He figures seducing Karlach might help warm him up, but then she has a different idea

Reccer says: I absolutely adore Astarion trying to seduce people only to be blindsided by non-sexual intimacy in all the best ways

The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ!

Next week, we’ll be back with fics about god’s favorite princess, Shadowheart!

[samanddean76]

A Leap Of Faith

After having given up all hope, Gabriel finds himself miraculously rescued from Asmodeus' vile clutches. But he is far from healthy and whole, and he can barely care for himself. Gabriel knows that he needs the help of another, but he finds the words almost too painful to speak.

Sam knows some of what Gabriel endured at the hands of a monster. And he also knows that he could never permit another to linger in darkness when there is something that he could do about it. He agrees to Gabriel's reluctant request, and then proceeds to show the archangel that anything is possible, if you only have a little faith.

I am so happy to have been paired up with @midnightsilver once again, so that we could bring you this wonderful story. Written for the @spnsabrielbang it was inspired by a gorgeous piece of art that showed Sam caring for the recently liberated Gabriel as they grow closer than they ever have been before. Please check out the mildly-NSFW art that was at the heart of the story, along with several other pieces that were created once everything fell into place. 💜🦄

Rated: Explicit | 5.8K words | Pairing: Sabriel

Story: AO3

Art: AO3

[achillesmage]

idk who i need to talk to to get this happening but WE! NEED! MORE! BAGGINSHIELD! CUDDLING AND SNUGGLING FICS! please i beg of all of you very talented fic writers! its the best genre of Bagginshield!

[agentmulderrp]

Scratchy beard and cursing God..

[stray-cattt]

the pain is gone, but all your scars remain

A Nimona (2023) hurt/comfort fanfic, if you'd rather read it on A03, here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48475993

Summary: Basically, Ambrosius and Ballister are getting ready for bed and things are still a bit awkward and tense between them so they talk about things.

Content/Trigger Warnings: None that I can think of

Ballister carefully disengages his prosthetic arm and sets it on the table across from his and Ambrosius’ bed. Sometimes it’s like it's still there, his arm, he can feel it. The pain comes and goes, sometimes aching, other times more like a quick sharp pain, there, then gone. Ballister stands there deep in thought as his gaze is fixed on his prosthetic as his mind replays it all, without realizing it his breathing becomes shallow.

A knock from the bedroom door interrupts his thoughts and slowly he tears his gaze from the table. The door slowly opens to reveal Ambrosius dressed in his pajamas, fidgeting with his sleeves that are slightly too long, before lifting his gaze to meet Ballisters.

“Everything alright? You haven’t got dressed for bed yet.” Ambrosius asks, concern laced in his eyes. Quietly he shuts the door behind him and inches a bit closer to Ballister, placing a hand on his right shoulder, the action seems to pull him out of his mind.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about things and got a bit distracted,” Ballister lets out a weak laugh only meeting Ambrosius’ eyes for a brief second before his eyes linger on the table again. Ambrosius follows his gaze and lets out a small sigh as guilt begins to plague his being. Before Ambrosius can get a word in, Ballister continues, looking him in the eyes.

“I’ll go get ready for bed now, I’ll be back in a bit.” Ballister gives Ambrosius a small smile before grabbing his PJs off of his side of the bed and heading toward the bedroom door. Ambrosius nearly grabs his hand to stop him but stops himself and lets Ballister walk through the door. 

Ambrosius feels a weight crashing onto his chest as Ballister softly closes the door. A shaky breath leaves him as one of his hands grasps the front of his shirt. He sits on the unmade bed as his thoughts begin to race about all that he’d done to his lover, it had only been a month since everything had all happened. Neither of them had really talked in depth about what happened, yes there were the rushed apologies right off the bat, but they hadn’t really expressed to each other how it had all impacted them emotionally. Maybe tonight would be the night they could talk about it, tonight, tomorrow morning, sometime soon, they needed to talk.

Ballister tossed his dirty clothes in the hamper in the corner of the bathroom before taking a look at himself in the mirror. The bags under his eyes were heavy, and even after returning next to his lover's side, and stopping the director he still didn’t feel at rest, he couldn’t. Thoughts of Nimona often plagued his mind, if maybe she would return by whatever magic that had created her. He hadn’t gone back to their ‘evil lair’ yet, it still seemed too painful.

Of course it wasn’t only the thought of Nimona that haunted him, it was also scars left over from what had all happened in those few days, weeks maybe? Everything had happened so fast time seemed to slip his grasp. The scars, mental, emotional, and physical all had yet to heal completely, at points Ballister worried that they never would.

Ballister took his hand and ran it through his hair. He needed a shower but hadn’t found it in him to take one, at least not tonight. Sighing, he dropped his hand from his hair and quickly brushed his teeth before leaving the bathroom.

Ballister didn’t knock before he entered his shared room with Ambrosius. He expected Ambrosius to have already been laying in bed, but the bed had yet to be made and instead, his lover was standing in front of his prosthetic. His fingers lightly traced the wiring and metal with a sense of melancholy. The closing of the door caused Ambrosius to jump a bit, pulling his fingers away from Ballister’s prosthetic. Startled, he turned his head towards the door making eye contact with his lover.

The silence between them was heavy and dense, the unsaid words threatening to choke them as they stared into each other's eyes. Ambrosius was the first one to break the silence as he cleared his throat and took his eyes off of Ballister, now looking at the bed.

“Want to help me make the bed?” Ambrosius suggested, scratching the back of his head. For the most part, they had been behaving as they always had, but sometimes it got awkward and stiff as if the air molecules in the air had stopped moving. Ballister blinked for a second processing Ambrosius’ words before nodding and walking over to their bed. They both fixed the sheets together standing on their respective sides of the bed. With the bed made, Ballister turned on the lamp on the right side of the bed as Ambrosius turned off the main lights of the room.

Neither of them said a word as they lay down in their bed getting situated. Given that they were both in bed now, Ballister turned off the lamp and all that illuminated the room was the lights of the city filtering in through the thin curtains covering the window. They were quiet for a few minutes more before Ambrosius finally spoke up.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry, I know I’ve already apologized to you before right after it happened and a couple times after but I feel like we haven’t really gotten to talk about it that much with everything that’s been happening since the queen died. I am so genuinely sorry for how I treated you and your friend Nimona,” At the mention of her name Ballister stiffened a bit, he knew that eventually, they’d have to have a real conversation about it, but he didn’t expect it to be this night.

“I treated both of you unfairly, and while I never believed that you had actually killed the queen, I didn’t say anything to stick up for you and in staying silent I sided with those who were hunting you down. While everything turned out okay in the end, at least… for the most part, I shouldn’t have stood by their side. I should’ve questioned what the director was telling me and not seen Nimona out to be what she wasn’t. While I’ve apologized hundreds of times for your arm, I will apologize for it again, even though it’s what we were trained to do, I took a part of you that you can’t get back and have caused you pain and harm. Sometimes all my mind can do is replay my actions toward you at that moment and the moments following. I wish I could change my actions and go back and know what I know now back then, but I know I can’t. I just want you to know how much I love and care about you, Ballister,” Ambrosius confessed, a few stray tears making their way down his face as he reached out to brush away a couple of tears that had fallen from Ballister’s eyes.

“I know Ambrosius, and I love you too, and care about you so much. I really appreciate all that you’ve said, and I want to acknowledge that you were being manipulated while this all happened. You don’t have to carry the weight of it all, let some of it fall onto others. I would’ve probably responded the same way had our positions been switched. In the end, the person you are now is not the person you were back then, and that’s what matters. I’m in love with you, not your mistakes. While I’m glad you were able to acknowledge them, they don’t define you. While they’ve left scars, scars will heal someday, even if they feel like they won’t. I know I feel that way sometimes. Someday the pain will be gone, and all that will remain will be the scars and the stories they hold. I’m not sure if I’m making a lot of sense here, but I want you to know that together we can grow and move past this. You don’t have to feel guilty, you’ve suffered the consequences enough.” Ballister responded gently to Ambrosius, now caressing his face with his left hand. 

A weight had been lifted off the both of them, even if just a little bit, things were more manageable. Together they held each other and cried for what seemed to be an eternity but wasn’t quite nearly as long. They lovingly stared at one another, the filtered light highlighting the tear tracks that had run down their faces like rivers.

They talked a bit more after the tears had died down, being honest with each other about what they had been feeling. Talked about things they’d only ever share with each other, and by the time they had reached an end to their conversation, the majority of the city had fallen asleep.

In silence they held each other, Ballister held onto his lover’s waist and laid his head on his chest as Ambrosius traced patterns into his back. Together they lulled themselves to sleep to the sounds of the city of those who stayed awake in ungodly hours. Tomorrow would be a new day for them, things would be different for the better. Plus, maybe even Ballister would stop by his ‘evil lair’ and run into a friend. But who knows, that’s tomorrow, and right now he’s sleeping by his lover's side, content.

[sociallyawkwardfoxwriter]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Relationships: Orym/Dorian Storm/Will | Orym's Spouse, Orym/Dorian Storm, Orym/Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role), Dorian Storm/Will | Orym's Spouse Characters: Dorian Storm, Orym (Critical Role), Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, First Meetings, Falling In Love, Conversations, Dating, Meeting the Parents, Holidays, Moving In Together, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff, Tattoos, Flowers, Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: In desperate need of something to elevate Opal's birthday gift, Dorian enters Air Ashari Floral & Ink in search of a floral arrangement. The cute owner has him coming back and eventually meeting the owner's husband, who runs the other side of their joint shop. Falling in love with both of them was inevitable, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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A month ago, the gorgeous necklace that he purchased for Opal's birthday felt like more than enough, but holding the single thin box changed his mind on his way to her birthday party. As he walked along a street full of shops, his eyes searched desperately for something to go along with it. He considered searching for some earrings or a nice top, until his eyes landed on a beautifully painted sign spread across two doorways. One side showed off gorgeous floral arrangements in the windows, while the other displayed incredible art that he imagined the tattoo artist within had a hand in. 

Curiously, he pushed open the door leading into the floral arrangement side of Air Ashari Floral & Ink. A light floral smell met his nose as he stepped across the threshold to the chime of a bell. The halfling behind the counter greeted him with a friendly wave and a warm smile that made him feel immediately welcomed. He headed straight for the counter knowing he wouldn't be able to find exactly what he wanted quick enough to avoid being late.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1111: Cuddling Hedgehogs (Sonic)

11:16 a.m. at Amy's House's Living Room.......

TV: Oh Sasuke~ Just come back home soon, will ya?

Amy: (Cuddling Under a Blanket With Sonic While Sitting on the Sofa Together, Rolling her Eyes) Who wanna bet he he'll be gone for a month this time?

Sonic: I'll him two to three months tops.

Amy: (Turns to her Boyfriend) Oh come on, who would be that cruel and crazy enough to leave for THAT long? ('Sigh') Then again this is Sasuke we're talking about, so its possible.....

Sonic: Yep. That Sakura chick could've done a lot better honestly.

Amy: Right!? She has so many options and yet she chose to marry SASUKE of that people?

Sonic: (Shrugs) The guy been having good looks since his academy years.

Amy: (Starts Pouting) Good looks doesn't mean jack-squat when you go out betraying everyone you know in the village and try murdering your teammates more than once!

Sonic: (Speaks in a Sarcastic Tone) But Amy, Sasuke was their dear friend and teammate! And he's been through soooo much trauma too.

Amy: AND!? Naruto has been wrongfully hated by the entire Leaf Village ever since he was little boy, but you don't see him going around joining the Akatsuki to destroy it! That jerk should be lucky Naruto care enough not to put him behind bars for the rest of his dumb life.....

Sonic: Or have him exiled altogether. But yeah, Sakura should've married someone else. Like, Lee for example.

Amy: Oh my god, YESSSS! I don't care how bushy his brows are, Lee is such sweetheart and hard worker. (Looks Up at Sonic With a Smile on her Face) Kinda like you in a way.

Sonic: Seriously?

Amy: (Happily Snuggles onto Sonic) Yes, seriously!~ I mean, besides you being more lazy in comparison-

Sonic: Hey, I can be just as hard working as he can thank you!

Amy: (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Yeah, when laying around napping and eating chili dogs all day aren't involved.

Sonic: Taking naps are essential for having a relaxing day and don't you dare insult the exquisite masterpiece that are chili dogs

Amy: How are hot dogs covered in chili exquisite in any capacity?

Sonic: They looks and taste good obviously. And they're the town's favorite, so there! (Crosses his Arms With a Satisfied Smirk on his Face)

Amy: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) Anyways, while you can be such a lazy hog at times....(Smiles Softly) You're just as sweet and helpful as Brushy Brown was. And it's all the more reason why I've fallen over heels for you~ (Kiss Sonic on the Cheek)

Sonic: (Chuckles Lightly While Blushing a Little) Well, I'm glad I'm able to live up to the expectations with the handsome devil himself!~ (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Speaking of which, you I would look good in that green suit of his or....nah?

Amy: I think so. (Starts Smirking Seductively) Not sure if you know this by now, but I just so happen to be fond of men in uniforms~

Sonic: (Smirks Back) Really now?~ Are you also fond of men giving you kisses all day long?~

Amy: (Giggles Softly) Yes please~

The couple leans forward to kiss one another on the lips, until the sudden sound of a ring tone startled them both.

'Follow me inside! Outside! Through the Stratosphere!~'

Amy: (Sighs Heavily While Pinching the Bridge of her Nose) Great........The meetings about to start.....

Sonic: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) Meeting?

Amy: Remember that whole Resistance group me, Knuckles, and the others form a long while ago? Well, since then, we've been attending their meetings for some time, discussing how we keep the city safe from Eggman and other word level threats and most of which lasted for way too long that it makes me want to die!

Sonic: How long are we talking exactly?

Amy: Three to four hours. Five, whenever a heated debate starts. And the meeting is supposed be every Mondays and Wednesdays. What day is it today?

Sonic: Uh....Tuesday?

Amy: Exactly. So, tell me why we're having another today when we JUST had one last night!?

Sonic: Last night, huh? So that explains the bags under your eyes......

Amy: Yeah, hated how noticeable it is. ('Sigh') But there's really not much I can do right now, but to ao and-

Sonic: (Already on Amy's Phone) Wassup, Wassup! Sonic's the name, speed my game! And you've reached the house of the cute and awesome Amy Rose, who is not available at the moment. So please, be cool and leave her a message after the beep, will ya?

Knuckles: (On the Other Line) Sonic, what the hell are you-

Sonic: BEEEEEP BYE! (Quickly Ends the Call Before Letting Out a Relived Sigh) ('Phew') (Makes to Finger Guns With a Smirk on his Face) Piece of cake.

Amy: (Surprised by What Just Happened) Sonic, what did you just do!?

Sonic: Saved you from wasting three to five hours on another meeting. Now you get to spend the rest of the day relaxing and watching TV with yours truly.

Amy: You did all this for me?

Sonic: (Smiles Brightly) Of course! Now, i know it wasn't professional of me to up amd lie to them like that, i couldn't have my own girlfriend getting tired over some boring city meeting- (Immediately Gets Hug Tackled by his Girlfriend) -Oof!

Amy: (Happily Snuggles onto her Boyfriend) Ohh my sweet, darling, Sonic, I'll never forget this!~ Thank you so much!~ But you do realize Knuckles is gonna eventually kill the both of us, right?

Sonic: (Shrugs) Eh. We can deal with Knucklehead some other time. (Gives Amy a Seductive Smirk of his Own) In the meantime, don'tcha think we've got some unfinished business to start on right now?~ With only to the two of us can handle~

Amy: (Smirks Back) Come to Momma Rose~

The couple continues their cuddle session by snuggling and kissing one another on the kiss. For a moment it was a start of a very relaxing day for the both of them. That is until it came into screeching halt with a loud knocking sound.

'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK'

Knuckles: (Outside on the Doorway) SONIC! AMY! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!

Sonic: Or we can deal with him now apparently......

Amy: ('Sighs in Defeat') So much for our free time.....

Knuckles: QUIT MESSING AROUND AND OPEN THIS DOOR NOOOOOOOW!!!

@theweebmaster31

@keyenuta

@cyber-wildcat

@caleb13frede

@albion-93

[pollyna]

One little routine they take with them since post-86 is having massage oil around, generally something with a not too strong sent, because Ice likes to rub Mav's hands after a long day behind the cockpit.

They soon found the best position to indulge in this little ritual of theirs is with Mav resting against Ice's chest, both of them already in bed and comfortable to the point that, if one or both of them fall asleep, their backs won't hurt when they wake up all tangled together.

(It's not a one way street because Mav loves to spend hours massaging Ice's wrists even if he didn't write a single word all day.)

[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2024 Day 15 - Knock knock

Katsuki checks his phone for the hundredth time that day, but there's still no new notification. Shinsou still hasn't even read his damn messages and it's unusual enough that worry curls in Katsuki's stomach. Shinsou is glued to his phone when he's not on a mission and his replies are almost always instantly, so the fact that he hasn't heard from him at all is worrying Katsuki more than he'd like to admit.

Even if Shinsou had to leave for a mission—which, unlikely on this short notice—he'd have found a way to inform Bakugo about it, because he always does.

But Shinsou hasn't read his messages, hasn't replied and he didn't open his door either.

Katsuki tries not to worry too much, because it's not as if they made plans for today and considering that it's his birthday he could just be out. Doing things. With other people.

People like his parents, for example, Katsuki thinks and decides that he'd rather face Aizawa and Yamada than worry for a single second longer about Shinsou, so he makes his way over to the apartment of his former teachers.

He shuffles on his feet as he waits for them to open the door and he does not cower under Aizawa's glare when he finally does.

"Where is he?" Katsuki demands to know when Aizawa simply raises a questioning eyebrow at him and Katsuki simply shoulders past him into the apartment.

He's been here more times than he really likes to think about, considering that this is the apartment of his former teachers, but it's where Shinsou lived for the longest time until he got his own apartment and Katsuki was not about to be cowed by some adults.

So he knows his way around and he knows that he's always welcome, anyway. Yamada had said so.

"Hello to you, too, Bakugo," Aizawa almost lazily says, following Katsuki into the living room that is suspiciously Shinsou-free.

"Where's zombie face?" Katsuki demands to know, questioningly inclining his head towards his room, but Aizawa shakes his head, just as Yamada appears in the doorway.

"How dare you?" he asks with an outraged gasp, clutching at his chest for good measure too and Katsuki can already feel the headache coming on.

"What?" he bites out and Yamada seems close to tears now.

Good thing Katsuki knows that it's mostly just for play because Yamada is one dramatic asshole, but tears have always made Katsuki uncomfortable, no matter if they are real or not.

"How dare you call my son that? I demand more respect!"

"Right," Aizawa snorts out behind Katsuki, saving him from having to come up with a reply that is at least a little bit respectful. "Because you're being such a good role model."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Yamada demands to know and Katsuki stays very quiet, hoping they just forget about him until their banter is over.

"It means that you're one to speak. May I remind you that you call me 'your little hobo man' all the goddamn time? So you're in no position to complain about how Bakugo calls Hitoshi at all."

At that, Yamada splutters and Katsuki tightens his grip on the container he's carrying around with him.

"Excuse you? That's a fond little nickname I have for you, because I love you so!"

"So it's just the same. Loud, aggressive blondes with a knack for atrocious nicknames is clearly the way to go in this family. Like father, like son, really, it's sad. I thought I taught him better," Aizawa sighs out and now Katsuki can feel himself going red in the face.

"Oi!" he yells out, because it's not—they are not like Aizawa and Yamada, who have been disgustingly in love the entire time and married for more years than Katsuki cares to remember.

Shinsou and Katsuki are nothing like that because they are not even together to begin with.

Yamada and Aizawa both turn to look at him now and it only makes Katsuki flush harder.

"It's not like that," he grumbles out because it fucking isn't but neither of the men seem to believe him.

"Sure it's not. That's why you're here with what looks like a homemade cake," Yamada finally relents and his words just make everything worse.

"Shut it," he snaps. "Where is he?"

"Not here," Aizawa tells him.

"But it's his birthday," Katsuki says, confused now because if Shinsou isn't here and he isn't at home and none of their friends know anything then he's effectively missing.

"Hitoshi doesn't do birthdays," Aizawa sighs out and Katsuki watches how Yamada's face turns all sad.

"Sometimes I forget that you two haven't been—whatever you are for that long," Yamada gently says. "It's the first birthday you're doing with him, right?"

"And what if it fucking is?" Katsuki wants to know, because it certainly feels like a lot longer to Bakugo, but it only makes Aizawa roll his eyes at him.

"It just means that you don't know and of course Hitoshi wouldn't have said anything."

"Don't know what? Would it fucking kill you to give me a straight answer for once?" Katsuki can feel his control slipping because he's just so fucking on edge and he doesn't like the way Aizawa and Yamada are looking at him.

If they make him explode the cake he made for Shinsou he's going to explode them, too.

"His birth parents abandoned him on his birthday," Aizawa finally, blessedly, explains. "Hitoshi doesn't celebrate his birthday. He always picks a random day in the next month to do it, but he never ever celebrates his birthday on the actual day."

"What the fuck," Katsuki breathes out because what kind of shitty parent doesn't just abandon their kid but also picks their birthday to do that. "That fucking sucks."

"Yeah, you can say that again," Yamada huffs out. "No matter what, we couldn't get him to celebrate it, not even after the adoption went through."

Yeah, that makes some twisted kind of sense, Katsuki thinks, because of course the fear of being abandoned on this day sits way too deep for Shinsou.

Well, fuck that, Katsuki thinks and briefly salutes Aizawa and Yamada.

"Thanks for telling me, or whatever," he tells them and simply marches back towards the front door.

He has a guy to bother after all.

"Hey, hey, what do you think you're doing?" Yamada calls after him but Katsuki doesn't grace him with an answer since it should be kind of clear what the fuck he's going to do.

Aizawa trails after him to the door and Katsuki expects him to lecture him, to respect Shinsou's boundaries or whatever the fuck and Katsuki has already decided that he’s not going to listen to a single word he's going to say.

It comes as quite the surprise when Aizawa simply drops a key into his hand instead of saying anything and Katsuki might not be the most subtle person, but even he can understand a hint like that.

It's basically as good as Aizawa giving him his blessing and Katsuki has no clue why that makes his heart beat so much faster.

"It's a spare. I think it's safe to say that you can keep it," Aizawa tells him with a smirk and when Katsuki looks over his shoulder back at Yamada, he too is smiling way too brightly at Katsuki.

Stupid meddling parents, Katsuki thinks to himself, but of course his fingers tighten almost tellingly around the key. He leaves before anyone else can say something and soon enough, even after he detoured to get some groceries, he finds himself back in front of Shinsou's door.

Katsuki freezes for one moment because what the actual fuck is he even doing, barging in where he might not be wanted, but the warmed metal of the key reminds him that at least Shinsou's parents think he might be wanted here even though it's not as if Katsuki needs any kind of permission to bother his—friend.

Yeah. Because that's what they are.

Katsuki knocks on the door, loud and annoyingly, and to absolutely no one's surprise there is no answer. So he does it again. And then, because he can, again.

But three times is all the warning Shinsou gets from him so next instead of kicking the door down like he wants to he simply uses the key he was given and barges right into Shinsou's apartment.

"Knock, knock, fucker!" Katsuki calls out as he ventures deeper into the apartment.

He doesn't spot Shinsou in the living-room or the kitchen and of course the idiot has hauled himself up in his bedroom, because where else can you properly mope but your bed?

Katsuki lets out a sigh, briefly stopping in the kitchen to put away the groceries he'll need later today and slicing up the cake, neatly laying out a piece for both of them before he takes the plates and makes his way over to Shinsou's bedroom.

The door there is shut almost all the way but not quite and so finally Katsuki gets his wish of kicking a door in, even though he makes sure it doesn't completely fall off its hinges or damage the wall.

Really, Katsuki is being real considerate, all things considered.

Just like Katsuki expected there's a lump under the blankets in the middle of the bed and Katsuki deposits the plates on the ground before he pokes he lump.

"Go the fuck away," Shinsou's muffled voice comes out and Katsuki only pokes him harder.

"Not fucking happening. Move your carcass, you're taking up all the space," Katsuki demands and pokes and pokes and pokes until Shinsou lets out something close to an anguished wail but shuffles around until there's at least a little bit of space.

"I fucking hate you," Shinsou mutters when Katsuki slides into the bed behind him and he lets out an amused huff.

"Tell that to someone who fucking cares," he shoots back. "Now, you wanna be a difficult bastard or do you want to eat something?"

There's a brief pause.

"Did you make it?"

"Of course I fucking made it," Katsuki gives back because Shinsou really should know better.

Katsuki has never shown up with anything but self-made food.

"What is it?"

"Cake."

The lump stiffens again at that but Katsuki couldn't care less. He made cake, big fucking deal. Doesn't even have to be a birthday cake if Shinsou doesn't want it to be.

 "Go fuck yourself."

"Do it yourself, coward," Katsuki shoots back immediately and that, at least, prompts something akin to a laugh from Shinsou.

"Maybe later," he decides and Katsuki does not go hot all over. "What kind of cake?"

"Your favourite, what else?"

"You're being real mean to me."

"Say that again and I'll give you something to complain about. I brought the cake, I can take it away again, too."

That gets the lump to wriggle around until a head sticks out from the blankets. Shinsou looks unhappy, stressed, and Katsuki very pointedly does not mention how red his eyes are.

He's not here to really antagonise Shinsou after all and drawing attention to his clearly emotionally vulnerable state is not the way to go.

"Why the fuck are you here?"

"Because you went MIA on me without even being in action. You really should know better."

"How did you get in?"

"Your dad gave me a key."

"You've been to my parents' place?"

"Thought you were hiding away there. No luck, obviously."

"They told you."

"They sure as fuck did," Katsuki admits.

"Then why. Why come here anyway? Is it too much to want one day of peace?"

"It is, actually, at least on this day. I get why you do it, but hiding yourself away like this is not going to convince you that nothing bad is going to happen today."

"Yeah, well, ten years of therapy haven't convinced me, so I'm real curious to know what you're going to do," Shinsou bites out, his eyes narrowed at Katsuki and Katsuki lets out a deep breath before he reaches out and pulls Shinsou half on top of him.

"Well, first of all, I can't leave if you fucking trap me here, right?" he then offers and it only takes a moment before Shinsou's hand tangles in his shirt, holding on for dear life. "Second, you're just going to have to trust me."

"Right, because that's so fucking easy in the face of trauma," Shinsou snaps out but Katsuki isn't bothered.

"It's not going to change if you don't do something. But that doesn't seem to be up your alley, so I'm going to do something for you."

"Like what?"

"Like eating cake with you. Like dragging you out to the couch so we can at least watch some of your trashy shows. Like cooking dinner. Like not leaving until tomorrow."

Shinsou's grip on Katsuki tightens almost painfully at that last part but Katsuki doesn't mention it and simply slings his arm around Shinsou's middle.

"Does any of that sound good to you?"

"Who are you and what have you done with my prickly, loud, aggressive Bakugo?"

Katsuki doesn't think too much about that 'loud, aggressive blondes' comment Aizawa had made earlier, or the way Shinsou just called him his because that way lies madness so he concentrates on something that's easier.

"I can always bully you out into the living-room for the cake, too, if you'd prefer that," he cheerfully says and Shinsou presses himself deeper into the mattress.

"No," he petulantly says and yeah, that's about what Katsuki expected.

"Then take the fucking nice version, it's a one-time offer."

Shinsou moves at that, just enough to be able to prop his chin up on Katsuki's chest and Katsuki's stomach does something that's dangerously close to swooping. His heart, the traitor, also picks up its pace.

"I'd take a year-long abo on the cuddling," Shinsou mutters, a faint flush on his face and Katsuki can't do anything but thread his fingers through Shinsou's hair.

"Eat some cake and I'll consider it," he finally says, though he can't quite find the strength to take his hand back.

"Tempting," Shinsou mutters, leaning over Katsuki to look at the cake. "Really fucking tempting, gimme that," Shinsou then decides, making grabby hands at the cake like the spoiled brat he is and to his absolute horror, Katsuki is not above indulging him it seems, because he leans down to get Shinsou his plate.

"There you go, you annoying prick."

"You like me annoying," Shinsou says around his forkful of cake and Katsuki is almost horrified to find that, yes, he actually does like him like that.

"Fuck off," he grumbles out but there's no heat behind his words and going by the smirk Shinsou graces him with, he damn well knows it.

Shinsou eats his cake in silence after that, though he does offer the occasional bite to Katsuki, who simply takes what's offered to him and by the time his plate is cleared, Shinsou seems more relaxed than before though that quickly dissipates again when Shinsou works himself up over something.

"What?" Katsuki demands to know and Shinsou hides his face in Katsuki's chest.

"Are you really not going to leave?" he asks and his voice shakes around the words.

"I'm really not going to leave," Katsuki quietly promises him, lightly scratching at Shinsou's scalp. "I'm going to stay right here with you."

"Throw in a swear word and I might even believe you," Shinsou mutters, though he does go lax again.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me for trying to be mature or whatever," Katsuki snaps out and he feels way too accomplished when it makes Shinsou laugh.

"There you are," Shinsou mumbles and Katsuki sighs.

"I'm not the one who went away," he then says because Shinsou's been the king of avoidance today but he softens his words by scratching his scalp again.

"I'm just—" Shinsou doesn't finish but Katsuki can take an educated guess anyway.

Scared is what he doesn't want to admit, but Katsuki knows it anyway.

"Yeah. The brain is a bitch like that."

"You're going to stay?" Shinsou asks and on a normal day Katsuki would chew him out for asking redundant questions but not today.

Today he indulges Shinsou as best as he can.

"I'm going to stay."

"For today?"

Katsuki hesitates a moment before he speaks again, but when he does it's nothing but raw honesty in his voice.

"For however long you want me to."

"Mh," Shinsou hums out and slings his arms more firmly around Katsuki in the same breath.

It's all the answer Katsuki needs, really, so he goes back to what is quickly becoming his favourite thing to do: scratching at Shinsou's scalp.

Katsuki doubts that today will stay as relaxed as it is right now, not with what he learned about what happened to Shinsou all these years ago, but for now everything is good, perfect even, and no matter what's going to come along their way, Katsuki will make sure they deal with that, too.

And even if they can't, then he'll simply hold Shinsou through it, because Katsuki really does intend to stay.

Preferably forever.

[buddie-fic-recs-this-way]

i wanna spend my forever like that

—if you love sick eddie, this one's for you!

author: wikiangela | rated: g | words: 8.6k |ao3 link

summary:

Eddie catches a cold and stubbornly denies he's sick, while a fondly exasperated Buck is trying to take care of him.

—kels reasons to read—

stubborn/grumpy eddie my beloved

it's so soft and domestic

the open flirting and affection was adorable

@wikiangela

[evanbuckleyrecs]

Title: the sound of love astounds me

Written by: fleetinghearts

Rated: T

Warnings: None

Category: M/M

Relationships: Buck/Eddie

Tags: Pre-Relationship, Feelings Realization, Cuddling & Snuggling, kind of

Words: 1864

Summary:

“All the more reason to sleep,” Eddie presses.

Buck looks at him, blinking tiredly. “Okay,” he says, suddenly amenable, rounding the couch and climbing onto it. He drapes himself across it, settling on his back and shoving his head into Eddie’s lap with a contented sigh. Eddie sits frozen, book in one hand and the other hovering over Buck’s chest.

or, there’s not a lot eddie wouldn’t do for buck

My notes: I originally wasn't going to make any posts until I'm done writing for whumptober but this fic is SO FREAKING ADORABLE!!!! And it doesn't have a lot of tags so it's easier to make this post. GO READ THIS NOW PLEASE!!! Its soooo sweeeet!!!!

[kindinb00]

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Relationship: Orym/Dorian Storm Characters: Orym (Critical Role), Dorian Storm Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Post-Canon, Fluff, Romance, Married Life, Love, Domestic Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kissing, Slice of Life, Hurt/Comfort, Scars, Pain, Bathing/Washing Series: ← Previous Work Part 2 of Dorym Week 2023

Summary: At the end of everything, all Orym wants to do is live out the remainder of his days peacefully. After the chaos, he's happy with a quiet life alongside Dorian in Zephrah. A house, a garden, a place to call their own.

Fic Preview “How does your leg feel?” Before he even responded, Dorian started slowly massaging his left leg.

Smiling fondly, he shifted a little closer to Dorian, so they were almost sharing the same pillow. “It's fine. You did most of the heavy lifting.”

“Yes, but you were on your feet all day.”

“It wasn't all day. I had plenty of time sitting down.”

“Are you sure? We can take it easy tomorrow if you need.”

“I'm positive. It doesn't even ache.”