#Fever Events

[alongcomes-mary]

Reach for the Stars at Astra Lumina

I don’t know about you but I’m missing the holiday season. This was the first year so much of it “clicked” with Mabel and it truly was magical to see Christmas through her eyes. One of our favorite activities this year was looking for houses decorated with lights. Every time we pass anything with lights now, she screams “Christmas!” Thank goodness we were able to make it to Astra Lumina. This…

[yveshb]

Interviewer: When I watched Yeon Sieun in Weak Hero Class 2, I felt like Suho was still stuck in his heart and Beomseok was stuck in his head. But I wonder if it feels a bit nostalgic to see these familiar faces again in the drama or outside of it?

PARK JIHOON and CHOI HYUNWOOK at Netflix's Homecoming GV

[itsashstuff]

april fools i guess

[fiametiron]

Not enough people are talking about Donqui trolling the other sinners in the April Fools event.

Exhibit A:

She could've immediately yelled "MANAGER ESQUIRE!!!" as soon as she saw Dante, but no, she decided to let them get some words in before yelling. There was NO reason for her to pause like that. She was fucking with Dante and its great.

Exhibit B:

Obviously the body swap makes them confused on which name they should respond to, but Donqui responded to both "Faust" and "Don Quixote". She 100% knew who Outis (Ousang?) was referring to, she just wanted to fuck around.

This entire situation is so much better since its post-canto VII. This was Don Quixote, who regained all her memories and is continuing to reach for the dream alongside her family of 12, waking up in a foreign body, realising everyone on the bus is stuck in the same situation, and her first thought is "Won't it be funny if I fuck around with them in this already confusing situation?". And she was absolutely correct.

(I shall ignore the fact this is a dream and thus this event might not be 100% canon. Troll Quixote is forever real to me.)

[cuntphoric]

after gojo rearranges your insides he'll do your makeup, nails, or even play mario cart with you :3 cause he loves yooouu and only yooouu

[daclium]

Shell

[lizes-posts]

Backstage at WWE - part 2

Warnings none

Jey had a match later, so I told him I’d watch the baby since I didn’t have anything big tonight. At first, he wasn’t so sure about leaving me alone with her. "You sure you can handle her by yourself?" he had asked, arms crossed, giving me a skeptical look.

I rolled my eyes. "Jey, she’s a baby, not a WWE opponent. I got this."

He still hesitated, glancing between me and his daughter, who was happily babbling in his arms. "She can be a handful," he warned.

I reached over, taking her from him, and immediately, she let out the sweetest giggle, grabbing onto my hoodie like she had no plans of letting go. "See?" I grinned. "She already loves me."

Jey exhaled, shaking his head with a smirk. "Aight, aight. If she gives you trouble, call me."

"Go wrestle," I teased, shooing him toward the door. "We’ll be fine."

After a final glance, he sighed. "You better still be in one piece when I get back."

And with that, he left.

The locker room had turned into a little sanctuary of laughter and warmth. His baby girl, dressed in the most adorable little bear onesie—complete with tiny ears on the hood—was lying on her back in my lap, kicking her chubby little legs as we played together.

"Who’s the cutest lil’ bear?" I cooed, gently booping her tiny nose.

She let out a sweet, high-pitched giggle, her dark eyes shining with joy. Her tiny fingers grasped at mine, squeezing tight as if she never wanted to let go.

"Oh, so you strong-strong, huh?" I teased, wiggling her little hands. "You tryna show me up?"

More giggles. Her laughter filled the room like the sweetest melody, making my heart swell. Every time I made a silly face or wiggled my fingers near her tummy, she shrieked in delight, kicking even harder.

"Okay, okay, you win!" I laughed, pretending to admit defeat as I held her close, rubbing my nose gently against hers. She let out a soft babble, as if she had just won the most important battle in the world.

I hadn’t even realized how much time had passed. The little bear in my arms had gone from energetic wiggles to soft, sleepy blinks, her tiny fist curling into the fabric of my hoodie. Her warmth, her sweet baby scent, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing—it was enough to lull me into sleep, too.

By the time Jey returned from his match, the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks.

There I was, curled up on his locker room couch, his daughter snuggled on top of me, both of us fast asleep. The little bear hood had slipped slightly off her head, revealing soft curls that matched his own, her tiny cheek pressed against my chest. One of my arms was wrapped protectively around her back, the other resting on her little legs.

Jey felt something in his chest tighten. A warmth. A fullness.

"Damn," he murmured under his breath, a slow smile spreading across his face.

He set his gear bag down quietly, not wanting to disturb the perfect moment. Walking over, he crouched beside the couch, just watching.

His baby girl, always a ball of energy, looked so peaceful, so safe in my arms. And me… I looked like I belonged there. Like this wasn’t just a moment but a glimpse into something bigger.

Jey reached out, brushing a few strands of hair from my face before his fingers gently ran over his daughter’s tiny back. She let out a sleepy sigh, nuzzling closer. His heart clenched.

He sat there for a moment, just soaking it all in.

Then, unable to help himself, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before whispering, "Y’all my whole world, man."

I stirred slightly, a sleepy hum escaping my lips, but I didn’t wake. Instead, my grip on his daughter tightened just a little, like I already knew I was holding something precious.

Jey exhaled deeply, rubbing a hand over his beard as he leaned back against the couch, one arm draped over the backrest.

Yeah.

This? This felt like home.

Tags : @4milly

[dailyarturiartfgo]

Almost white day!!!!!!!!!!

[bellysoupset]

Weird - II

The first thing Leo realized when he woke up, was that he was going to throw up.

Not in the nearby future, but now, at this very moment. He kicked off the blankets and stumbled up, desperation being the only thing pushing him forward as the vertigo that assaulted him caused the whole world to catapult.

He barely made it inside the still dark bathroom, with no time to heave, projectile vomiting in what he hoped was the bowl. Sweat was running down his back and there wasn't a single piece of his body that didn't ache. Leo dizzily reached for the cold porcelain of the toilet, his clammy hands meeting liquid and he let out a groan.

His stomach rolled , causing him to gag several more times. He felt the liquid turn from the foamy coffee-bitter taste straight into the revolting taste of bile and coughed, abs burning with the heaving effort.

Finally, Leo was able to pull back. He plastered his back against the cold tiled wall of his bathroom, taking wheezing breaths as he tried to get his stomach in check.

By now his eyes were used to the darkness and he could see there was a small puddle near the toilet's base, where his aim had missed. Leo let out a little groan, moving his hand to his stomach and rubbing at it uneasily. He wished Jonah was up and could help him and also get the mess sorted, but his fiancé was still asleep and it felt like a dick move to go back into the room to wake him up just so he would clean up.

So Leo moved to all fours and got to it. His brain was all foggy and his nausea was still high, so Leo took much longer than he normally would have, as well as ended up using way more supplies than he probably should've.

His headache was back, more vicious than before, feeling like someone was drilling into the back of his head, as he finally made his way back to the room. Leo collapsed back into the bed and shivered, he was freezing.

Next to him, Jon let out a little snore and Leo nearly started crying at the fact his boyfriend was still asleep and not comforting him. Teary eyed and feeling completely wretched, the blonde scooted closer on the bed, so he could steal some of Jonah's warmth.

"Hmmm," Jonah groaned at the movement, but his frustration quickly melted away as Leo wrapped his arm around his waist and intertwined their legs. He let out a little content sigh, instinctively curling around Leo and causing him to melt down.

It felt like he hadn't even slept. One minute he was trying to cuddle with Jon and the next he was waking up as he felt Jonah try and sneak out from under him.

Leo let out a groan, reaching instinctively so he could grab his boyfriend's shirt and keep him put, so they could go back to sleep-

"I'm sorry, baby," Jonah whispered, fully getting out of the bed, only to sit at its edge, "I can't stay, I have a surgery to assist..." he planted a kiss on Leo's temple, "Bella said she will come ov-"

"No," Leo groaned, finally opening his eyes and forcing himself up. How come Jonah had just gotten up but was already all dressed up...? He frowned at this weird asynchrony, before letting it go, "what time is it?"

"A little past eight," Jon was very clearly worried, judging by how he kept studying Leo's face without blinking, "since you're awake, I want to get your temperature again."

Leo accepted the thermometer without a fight, leaning back against the pillows. His stomach was rolling and the room was incredibly bright, not helping his headache, "can you turn off the lights...?"

"Sure," Jonah moved around, turning off their overhead lights and pulling the bedroom into the grey semi dark, "better? Are your eyes bothering you?"

"Headache," Leo explained, curling up his legs, "I need to go to work..."

"You're sick, you're not going anywhere," Jonah glared at him, moving closer so he could rub Leo's arm in a soothing manner, "I called Bell and she'll swing by lunch to check on you, alright? Unless you're feeling too bad, she said she can work from our living room-"

"I'm fine," Leo grumbled. He would've rolled his eyes if they didn't hurt so much. The thermometer started beeping and Jonah quickly retrieved it, letting out an annoyed huff.

"That's a fever alright," he scoffed, roaming through their bedside table as he fished out several meds, "how's your stomach? Do you think you can handle a couple crackers, so you can take medicine?"

The mere idea of food caused Leo to gag weakly and he opened his tired eyes in order to glare at his boyfriend, "no way..." as if to corroborate his point, his belly let out an angry, upset whine.

"Okay..." Jonah rubbed at his temples, reaching for the antipyretics regardless, "I still think you should take these," he held up the little white pills, "and I'll get you some tea, alright? That must be easy enough on your stomach..."

Leo swallowed the pills dry, not daring to drink water. He wanted to beg Jonah not to go, not even to the kitchen to make tea, let alone to work, but he was valiantly sucking it up. He was an adult, he could go through the man-flu without his boyfriend hand holding him through it.

"I'm calling Bell to work from here," Jonah decided as he walked back in the room, holding up a large mug filled with steaming hot tea. Leo's mouth salivated at the idea of drinking anything, in a disgusting, slimy way.

"I'm fine," he groaned, curling up and sliding down the pillows, trying to ease the pressure on his head. It felt like some invisible hand was grabbing him by the hair and pulling his skull back, something he had never felt before, "you're gonna miss your surgery..."

"I won't," Jonah sat back down, gesturing for him to scoot up, "drink a little of the tea, you're awfully pale."

"It's gonna come back up," Leo whined, but sat up once again. The change of positions caused his head to swim and he nearly fell to his side, blinking dizzily to situate himself.

Jonah was holding him by the shoulder when Leo felt like he could open his eyes again and his eyebrows were all but meeting, that's how deep his frown was, "you're really off balance..." he said, in a tone that was almost annoyed, but Leo knew was just worry.

"Just gotta sleep this off..."

"Uh-hum," Jonah turned so he could reach his phone on the bedside table, passing Leo the tea mug, "small sips, okay?"

"I know how to drink," Leo bit out. In truth, his arms were feeling so damn heavy, he could barely lift up the mug to his mouth past the first sip, half listening in as Jonah sent Bella a voice note for her to come over earlier than the agreed.

"Why... Why Bell...?"

"Luke's in Doveport," Jonah explained, helping Leo hold up the mug and pressing the porcelain against his lips, "apparently he left yesterday in the middle of the night."

Leo took the smallest sip he could afford, barely able to fight a gag, "he's so dramatic."

"That's Atwood for you," Jonah chuckled, but his voice was strained, "Leo, I think you should come get checked out at the hospital..."

"You're a doctor, can't you check me here?" Leo groaned, the idea of getting up from his bed and going to the ER... He'd rather go to court.

"Not what I meant," Jonah sighed, "you're too weak for no reason, I wanted a blood work-"

"Oh my God, it's just a flu," Leo scoffed, then let out a little wet burp, the hot tea rushing back up. He swallowed convulsively, feeling shaky and clammy when he was finally able to push it all down, "ugh-"

Jonah looked conflicted, biting his lip and Leo knew he was making a sound argument. He hadn't been sick for even twenty four hours, Jon had no ground to drag him to the hospital.

His fiancé's phone started ringing and Leo slid down on the bed so he could fall against the pillows again, giving up on the tea as Jon planted the mug on his bedside table and picked up his phone.

"Bell?" Leo guessed, but Jonah shook his head.

"Alarm," he sighed, "I gotta go... Bella will be here in twenty minutes, okay? The front door will be unlocked, I loaded up JD's food bowl so don't even worry about that. Don't eat anything Bella cooks, I'll send you both lunch-"

"You're such a dad," Leo scoffed, closing his eyes, "go. Surgery. Important."

He could feel Jonah's hesitation, the nervous energy rolling out of him almost like he was vibrating.

"Wendy is in the hospital today, so if anything happens, have Bell call her-"

"Stop talking," Leo whined, well aware Jonah would just repeat all of this to Bella anyways. He curled up even more, "I love you. Go."

"I love you too," Jonah sighed, pressing a kiss to his temple, "I'll be back as soon as I can..."

"Hey, blondie," suddenly there was a pair of freezing cold hands on back, coming up to cup his cheeks and softly pushing away his hair, "open those beautiful eyes for me, will you? Just a little?"

Bella was sitting right in front of him and her hair was hurting him. Literally, the grey sunlight filtering through their windows was bouncing on her auburn curls and casting a fiery halo around her head and just looking at it made Leo squint and scrunch up his face.

His head was throbbing like hell and his stomach was beyond sour, so when he opened his mouth, what came up was a little fizzled out burp in the back of his throat, instead of a sentence.

"Oh, hi," Bella smiled, relief clear in her voice, a little chuckle mixing in, "are you gonna throw up...? You're looking hella pasty."

Fair question.

It took him a second, then Leo groaned in affirmation. He didn't even try to nod, his neck was stiff and just so much as looking at her was already an effort.

"Ookay..." Bella grabbed the sheets under him, giving it a good yank with her whole body weight so he was closer to the edge of the bed, then held up a bowl just as he leaned out of the mattress.

For a long, anticlimactic, minute nothing happened. Leo only panted over the bowl, his stomach rolling and reflux burning the back of his throat, drool falling inside of it. Bella's hand moved so she was holding the bin with one hand, the other one supporting his head and he let out a groan as the pressure on his neck increased and then heaved, loudly.

The tea from before came up in a spray, mixed in with bile and Leo whined as it burned his nose, nausea causing his back to curl and his eyes to water. He coughed, spitting the nasty taste, then gagged again and again and again-

Bright yellow bile joined the disgusting mess and Leo whimpered at the awful burning in his throat, further pressing his forehead to Bell's hand and squeezing his eyes shut against the brightness.

Was this a migraine...?

"Jesus, you're burning up," Bella whispered over his head and Leo coughed, a little burp bringing up a mouthful of saliva and leaving him panting and worn out.

"Hurts..."

"Your stomach?" He didn't have his eyes open, but Leo knew she had moved the bowl, because the acrid smell stopped tickling his nose. Her hand stayed on his forehead, as if Bell could sense she was all but supporting his head, his neck doing fuck-all.

"Head... Neck... Too bright..."

"You don't have migraines, do you?" Bella asked, although it was a rhetoric question. Next thing he knew, his forehead was meeting her thigh as the ginger sat on the mattress, the bed dipping under her weight.

Leo let out a little sob at the stab of pain in the back of his neck, pressing his forehead so deep to his friend's thigh, he could feel her femur under the layer of muscle and fat-

"He said his head's hurting," Bella's voice, all soft, barely above a whisper. Her cold fingers on his scalp, nails running up and down... He was gonna throw up again.

Leo tried to communicate it, but he couldn't quite think through the blinding pain overtaking his whole head. His stomach squeezed and he jerked with a gag, a splash of liquid meeting Bell's jeans-

"Definitely nauseous, Wendy," Bella's voice, slightly frustrated, "looks like Luke's cluster headaches... Not as far as I know...?"

Leo whimpered, reaching out and squeezing Bella's something — her hand? Her leg? Her arm? — to get her to shut up. He wanted Jon, he wanted the sensation of glass digging behind his eyes to stop-

Something fucking freezing met his forehead and Leo tried to squirm away from the washcloth, only for Bella's hand to cup his cheek and hold him put.

"Fever-down" he heard through the rushing of blood in his ears, his quick heartbeat seeming to be echoing inside his skull.

Leo was just about to pass out as he heard, "ambulance."

TBC

[princesscas-ao3]

dragon communication

[shrugemojiidk]

Can I say something deeply odd but true I think in any universe where Jason Todd has a uterus he’s getting an IUD as soon as humanly possible. “I wanna get him pregnant” he’s already two steps ahead of you I’m afraid

[whampersan]

- queef by cupcakke playing in the background -

[steddiehyperfixation]

so you don't get lost (steddie ficlet)

written for @steddielovemonth day 17 rating: T cw: alcohol tags: first kiss, clubbing, college au, platonic stobin prompt: Love is about a hand reaching out to you so you don't get lost

“She’s totally into me, right?” Robin asks as they wait for their drinks at the bar, her smile a mile wide, and it’s been a minute since Steve’s seen her smile like that. 

“Yeah, totally,” Steve agrees. The girl Robin’s been talking to all night is drifting back over to them even as they speak, the two of them like magnets since they first traded smiles on the dance floor earlier that night. 

Robin glances back at her and bites back a wider grin. She bounces on her tippy toes and whispers to Steve, “If I make out with her it’s not gonna make you feel awkward, is it?” 

Steve shakes his head. “Go ahead,” he encourages. 

It had been a group effort to get Robin out tonight. Her university friends had enlisted Steve to help drag her out of the mopey funk she’d been in since getting broken up with two weeks ago, and it had taken an hour of Steve hyping her up while she kept crying off her attempts to do her makeup before she finally managed to make it to the club. He’s just glad it had been worth it. 

“I don’t even know if I remember how to do this,” Robin mutters, a little nervously, as she and Steve grab their drinks and rejoin her friends on the dance floor. But it turns out, she has nothing to worry about. The two girls resume their orbit around each other, and the second the next beat drops and the lights strobe, the other girl finally pulls Robin into a heated kiss. Steve watches this, and he smiles fondly. She deserves it. He’s happy for her. 

And he’s totally not jealous. Not necessarily of Robin, obviously, or the girl she’s kissing, but simply of the fact that they’ve so easily found a hot drunk stranger to make out with at the club and he…hasn’t. He can’t even remember the last time he’s had a decent kiss, much less scored at a club, though not for not wanting to. 

Steve finds himself glancing at Robin’s friend Eddie, the tatted-up metalhead Steve’s felt a pull towards since the first time they’d met. He thinks about kissing him every time they’re out together, and maybe there was a time when Steve would’ve just gone for it, a time before he’d taken a few too many hits to the ego and developed doubts and insecurities, but now the thought just makes him nervous. Eddie makes him nervous. 

He feels that nervousness now as Eddie catches him staring and he shakes those lovely dark curls out of his face and smiles at him. It bubbles in his stomach, flutters in his chest. Steve downs the rest of his drink and looks away. The alcohol floods heat through his veins and blurs his vision, but the ever-present thrum of anxiety just from being in Eddie’s proximity still isn’t dulled. He bobs numbly to the music, avoiding looking at anybody at all now, only staring at the floor or the wall or some super fascinating point just above everyone’s heads, sure he looks like an absolute freak. 

It goes beyond just wanting to kiss Eddie; Steve’s not stupid, he knows the only explanation for this sheer amount of nervousness he feels around him is that he’s got an actual, proper crush. Because not only is Eddie super fucking hot, he’s also sweet. Steve is an outsider in this group and he knows it, the college dropout who only tags along because Robin insists on it, but Eddie never makes him feel like that. It’s always Eddie who makes sure he’s included in conversations, always Eddie who makes a point to loop Steve into the context of inside jokes and stories whenever Robin is too distracted to. Steve craves those interactions, gets a thrill every time Eddie so much as speaks to him. So he doesn’t only want to kiss him, he also just wants Eddie to like him, wants him to see him as a friend at the very least. But it’s not like they’ve ever even hung out outside of a group setting, and sometimes Steve fears Eddie’s just being nice and he doesn’t actually see him as anything at all. 

Steve’s drifted so far into his own head he doesn’t realize his group is on the move, pushing deeper into the dance floor and leaving him behind. 

“Steve!” Eddie’s voice calls out to him and snaps him out of it. Everyone else has been taken by the crowd, but Eddie hangs back, reaching his hand out to Steve. 

Steve takes it, swallowing down the way his heart pounds as Eddie’s fingers curl around his hand. Eddie pulls him through the throng of jostling, sweaty bodies, and even though he maintains a tight grip on Steve’s hand, he still keeps looking back at him like he’s making extra sure Steve doesn’t get lost. Warmth blooms in Steve’s chest. Maybe he’s just drunk, maybe he’s just delusional, but all of the sudden he feels so very very cared for. 

“Thanks,” Steve says, nearly shouting to be heard over the music. 

“‘Course.” Eddie smiles as he turns around to face him. They’ve caught up to their friends now, but he’s still holding Steve’s hand. “I’d never just leave you stranded.” 

Of course he wouldn’t. He never has before. Steve just smiles back and squeezes Eddie’s hand. 

They’ve only just let go of each other when Robin and her girl, still kissing clumsily and staggering about the dance floor, stumble straight into Steve and knock him off balance. “Woah!” Eddie reaches for him again instantly, looping an arm around Steve’s waist to keep him from toppling over or careening into the crowd. 

“Ah! Sorry!” Robin giggles before she’s whisked away again. 

Eddie laughs. “Good for her, right?” 

“Yeah, good for her,” Steve says, watching his best friend spin out of sight, and when he looks back he startles at how close he and Eddie are, suddenly very aware of Eddie’s arm around his waist and his hands on Eddie’s chest. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks, his grip on Steve tightening like he means to steady him. 

“Yeah, thanks again.” Steve regains his footing, but he doesn’t pull away. There’s something there, he thinks, in the way Eddie’s always reaching out to him so he doesn’t get lost, literally and figuratively, in crowds and conversations. It could just be friendly, it could just be nothing, but for the first time, Steve lets himself hope. He even thinks about leaning in right now, but then he thinks about it too much, and he doesn’t. 

Instead, there’s a weird moment where they’re both just staring at each other. Eddie’s got this confused little smile on his face like he’s waiting to see what Steve will do, and when Steve doesn’t do anything, Eddie’s smile abruptly becomes more playful as if he’s trying to break the tension, and he starts theatrically swaying them to the music, even though it is most definitely not the swaying sort of beat. Steve laughs, his racing heart making it come out giddy and giggly, especially when Eddie drops his waist to grab his hand and twirl him around. 

Eddie pulls him in close again then, and this time Steve doesn’t think at all. In fact, it’s unclear which one of them leans in first; all Steve knows is that their lips finally, finally meet in the middle and he finally, finally gets to tangle his hands in Eddie’s hair, and it’s sweet and it’s hungry and it’s absolutely perfect. Steve holds onto Eddie and he gets lost in him. 

When Steve meets back up with Robin outside after the club closes, they exchange a celebratory, congratulatory high five, the both of them with matching kiss-swollen lips and dates set for next week. 

[pixelatedraindrops]

Game: In this memory dream, Takumi has a cold.

Me: No he doesn't. Let me fix that...

There, now he has one~ :3c

[ryescapades-archived]

Rye! Congratulations on your milestone! I'm extremely happy for you <3

I'll request [ 🍰 SLICE ONE ; speak up ! ]: 07: shut up and let me kiss you. (sfw)

Loid Forger is a spy, and a wonderful husband. Sometimes there will be times he'll be away, but it's okay because I know he'll be back. I have that much faith in him. This prompt made me think Shut and Kiss Me by Angel Olsen. :)

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prompt: 7 - “shut up and let me kiss you.” characters: loid forger x gn!reader contents: fluff, comfort, petnames (dear, darling, love) wc ~ 800 (not proofread)

a/n: @ambiguouslady42 steph my dear tysm for participating !! <3 i hope everything here aligns well with your dynamic with him but if there’s anything you’d like me to change, lmk ^^

there is a waft of rich and buttery, spicy and savory, sweet and appetizing and everything in between as you take in another deep breath. your eyes take another note of the empty kitchen, save for yourself, your phone and the platters of delicacies– all of which are his favourites– that you’d diligently arranged on the dining table.

another beat passes, and your nerves waver as the expected ding from the device never came.

‘come rain or shine, he will return home.’ you remind yourself once again.

tapping the screen of your phone, the low light gives away to a snapshot of a delicate hand intertwined with another as a shiny metal band sits beautifully on one of the knuckles that are always subjected to one too many kisses on the daily. a soft smile tugs on your lips as you gaze warmly at the wallpaper, heart squeezing at the date displayed at the top.

it’s your planned dinner date with loid, and your husband seems to be missing in action as you wait at home all by your lonesome.

there are things better left undiscovered and you know how busy he is, how demanding his work can get. it was the reason why you’d decided on doing this at home in the first place, planning to greet your husband after a grueling day at work with a variety of his favourite home-cooked meals.

it’s not really a secret nor a surprise or anything, per se. loid already knows about your little pick-me-up idea for him, and had even enthusiastically agreed to come home on time to spend the evening with you.

although you can’t help but feel the concern and uneasiness gnawing at your insides the longer the silence stretches in your shared home. it feels wrong, somehow, for the house to be so quiet, for there to be only one person when it should rightfully be occupied by two. you pick up your phone, fingers swiftly opening up your contacts to dial loid’s number before pressing it to your ear.

three rings go by, another two, voicemail.

you try again, again, and again; dialing and hearing it ring and receiving the electronic voice from the other side.

your brain continues to chant. come rain or shine, he will return home.

heartbeat drumming incessantly in the confines of your ribcage, you fail to notice the simultaneous drumming of footsteps just outside the door. you lightly nibble on the tip of your fingernail as you continue to wait for him to pick up your calls.

he will return home.

he will return home.

he will return–

suddenly the door slams open. your pulse jumps from the unexpected sound, head turning towards the entrance of your home before a small gasp spills out of your mouth at the sight.

loid, an exhausted mess that he is, heaves from the run he’d been doing straight from his workplace. his suit is all rumpled as he runs a hand through his blonde strands, tired eyes connecting with yours in the low light of the open kitchen.

“i’m sorry,” he blurts out. he barely even glances at the full table in front of you, hues of blues focusing only on you as you abruptly get out of your seat to approach him. “god, i am so sorry, darling. i know i said i’d be home early today but something came up at work and they had me staying back to check on it,” he fumbles.

those words of his and the next go into one ear and out the other. a mixed sense of ease, comfort and warmth fills you, a certain lightness dancing on the edge of your heart as you take his face in your hands. “loid,” you cut off his rambles.

his words are stuck in his throat, his eyes bouncing between yours as he gently grabs one of your hands in his and whispers slowly, “yes, dear?” there's hesitance swirling in his gaze, worried that you might get upset that he didn’t stay true to his words. knowing where his thoughts have wandered off to, a soft smile grows on your face, “shut up and kiss me, my love.”

his breath stutters, and before you know it, loid is already pulling you into a kiss, lips gliding against yours to convey all that your words could never. you bask in his touch, pouring all the longing and reassurance into him as he wraps his arms around your waist to get you closer, to drown himself in your love until his world only contains you. because at the end of the day, no matter how bad everything could turn out, all he ever needs is you to make it better again.

you; his compass, his north pole, his light, his one and only beloved, his–

home.

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[whump-side]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 26 - That's no barn spider: Venomous bite Maybe the snake wasn't in the boots, but it still was somewhere

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