#I’d knit him a comfy blanket if I could

[cryptidcr3ature]

Controversial opinion, there is something so icky about the mission bare knuckle friendships. Charles is entirely in-humanized in the ring. Instead of a strong but gentle man who is proud of his culture, he is a caricature of his culture made to be an enemy to the Eurocentric culture of America. He’s stripped of his dignity, his respect, and his sense of self for what, a couple dollars? He gets beat day after day to make ends meet, not even getting the chance to wash the blood off before his next fight. He lives out of a suitcase, trying to find an escape for another place to live. His mentality that he’s made to suffer turned into a reality.

[topofmythighs]

same soul

sam winchester x gender neutral, plus size reader

rundown: reader has a bad mental health day but sammy is just oh so sweet

word count: 2.5k

their home is cold, even with the autumn heat and chunky knitted blanket thrown over them. the television is playing their favourite show, but the volume is only on five. on the side table beside the couch they’re curled up on, an iced coffee sits - a special order they get only on the days where they absolutely need it.

today was one of those days. it felt like everyone at work needed them, the phone was never hung up, and like their mental well-being drained with every minute that passed by. when they woke up this morning, they hated the way their clothes clung to their body and felt like their pants fit in the most unflattering way possible. today was a day where their bed begged them to crawl back in it, to cry and not feel anything, but their resilience won the battle.

they made themself look as good as they felt like they could look, pushed through the work day, and treated themself to whatever lunch, beverage, and guilty pleasure they craved. this carried through the rest of the evening, hence the special sad day coffee, their favourite show, and the only blanket in the house that still smelled like sam. there were a few of his hoodies that he purposely bought a few sizes bigger so they could comfortably fit into them that still smelled like him, but those were reserved for the nights where nothing helps but him.

fearing that tonight would be one of those nights, they sent a text to him, prefacing it with, “i don’t mean to be annoying,” and hoping that he was close enough to them to convince dean to drop him off for the night.

his reply is lightening fast, and one text turns to a spam just as quickly.

duh

i mean

no

not duh

not duh like ur being annoying

but duh like i will bribe dean w anything if it means i can see u

hopefully i can make tn better

i’ll text u when i’m omw there angel x

a small smile tickles its way onto their face. they never expect anything less than unconditional love from sam, but it’s hard for them to judge how others feel when their own emotions are winding together into a nasty, record breaking hurricane.

unsure of how long the tall, doe-eyed man would be, they leave their warm spot on the couch to get dressed from their work clothes into comfy sweatpants. they text sam quickly, too.

pls don’t show up in anything but relax clothes

u could show up in nothing and i’d also be happy but for tn the dress code is not nudity

just sweatpants and a hoodie pls :)

they fix their hair as best as they can, put on their comfort sweatpants, and slip on their fuzzy slippers. they scan themselves in the mirror, worried they look frumpy and even larger than they already are, but decided not to waste too much time on caring about their insecurities.

they know sam loves them. even if it weren’t for the amount of trust that goes into intimacy with the two, they know sam loves them from the constant reassurance he gives them. it’s hard to not over analyze their body in the mirror, even though they know it doesn’t hold them back from living a beautiful and fulfilling life. they find that their heather grey stanford sweatpants are fitting a little tighter around their thighs than normal and that their tummy is still bloated, but through years of pulling themself from such a negative mindset, they’ve learned nothing good comes from tugging at clothing. they can feel themself become sucked into the obsessive cycle of tearing apart every part of their body, but a text chime refocuses them.

literally two mins away, be there so soon

another smile dawns on their face, a blush accompanying it. it has been so long since they’ve seen sam, both jobs getting in the way of their time together. they run in and out of the bathroom, scrambling to get things together when their doorbell rings. their heart flutters like it always does. they hurry quickly to the door, opening it to find sam standing there in a similar pair of sweatpants and a large hoodie with a tote bag in hand, seemingly very full.

his heart flutters the same way theirs does. he smiles down at them, swiftly sliding into their home and hooking his bag up on the hooks near the outside light switch. he kicks off his unlaced chuck taylor’s and immediately places his hands on their face to kiss them deeply. he’s glad they managed to close the door past his stocky body, but he wouldn’t have been upset if someone saw him and his angel reuniting.

“i missed you,” he mumbles as he pulls away.

their hands are on his elbows as they whisper it back and looking into his glossy eyes. they smile together and kiss again quickly before sitting on the couch under the same chunky knitted blanket as before. he stretches his long legs out onto the ottoman, covering his legs with the blanket, then letting them rest their head on his lap. he plays with their hair, but notices the iced coffee on the side table.

“sad day coffee,” he says, squinting his eyes to read the order to double check. he looks down at them, furrowing his eyebrows. “what’s wrong angel?”

they sigh and grab his hand, bummed that they didn’t think to chug or chuck that. “just not feeling well,” they whisper. “been a bad day up there.” sam frowns, his bottom lip almost jutting out. he’s about to say something before they sit up and interrupt him. “it’s okay,” they say, turning to get up off the couch and grab things from the side table drawer. “i figured we could do some self care stuff together?”

sam notices how apprehensive they are, but also the glimmer in their eyes. he smiles softly. “i’ve never really done self care stuff before, but, uhm, yes, we can do that.”

they smile and kiss him quickly. “look,” they say, pulling a jarred face mask out of the drawer. “a face mask for us. and also nail stuff. thought it would be fun to paint our nails together?”

sam smiles again, taking their hand as they stand beside the couch. “angel, i’ll do whatever you want.”

they smile, kissing him again, then sitting down next to him with everything in their lap. they both adjust so that they’re sitting cross legged facing each other, still able to look into each other’s eyes and kiss.

“face mask first,” they mutter, still quite apprehensive about dragging their boyfriend into this.

sam smiles and watches fondly as their hands open the container, seeing the brown, grainy face mask and smelling the coffee scent from the jar. sam watches his partner intently, mentally tracing every inch of their sweet face. a few freckles here and there, a wrinkle beginning to set in on their forehead, a blemish on their cheek. he studies it all, falling more in love with the person who’d give him the world.

“wait,” they say, pulling sam out of his trance. “need to grab us headbands.”

sam smiles and nods, watching as they walk to their bathroom to pick some out. he chooses to continue the show that’s on the television, knowing it’ll calm them down. they return with two pink cat ear headbands, and sam laughs as they try and fit it over his head.

“your head is huge, sammy. don’t break my headband, please,” they giggle, finally adjusting it correctly on his head.

he smiles, dimples on display, and says, “of course, angel. i’ll try not to.”

they smile and kiss his soft lips quickly before dunking their fingers into the jarred face mask. they’re careful and slow as they bring their fingers to sam’s face, gently smearing on the coffee scented mask. sam holds the jar for them, asking them a bunch of questions about the brand, the mask, and really anything to try and distract his partner from what’s going on in their head. they notice this and kindly answer all of sam’s questions, grateful that he can read them so well.

“all done,” they say with another smile. “still very handsome.”

sam can feel a blush on his cheeks, but he’s grateful for the brown gunk on his face to hide it. “i can do it for you now,” he offers.

without a face mask on yet, sam can see the blush on their cheeks. he gently holds their cheek, letting them rest their head on his hand. they close their eyes and stay like that for a moment before picking their head back up and nodding, giving sam permission to rub the face mask onto their face.

“okay,” he says, slowly sticking his fingers into the goopy face mask. “i’ve never done this.”

they smile at him, eyes sparkling. “just do it gently.” they walk him through it all: “you picked up lots, ‘should cover my whole face. dot it on, y’know? yeah, like that. smear it around now. okay, perfect, i can feel it all over.”

they’re sure that theres some in their eyebrows and in their hairline, but sam smiles proudly about his application, and there’s no sense in bursting his bubble.

when they both wipe off their hands, they move onto nails. they spend time doing both their own nails and sam’s, letting him watch them shape the nails, fix the cuticles, and make sure everything is even. sam admits to them that he hasn’t had this done before, but that it feels nice.

sam watches as they giggle at him. “hush,” he mumbles. “what colour are you doing?“

they smile again, the feeling of a smile and the face mask uncommon. “i’m not sure. figured i’ll probably just choose whatever you want,” they shrug.

sam can feel his heart warm up, appreciating the little things that his angel does that make his world brighter.

“i was just thinking black,” he suggests, and they nod.

“black it is.”

they spend time meticulously painting their nails and sam’s, careful not to put the polish on too thick or on his skin.

sam begins admiring them again, but this time, he’s unable to help himself from speaking aloud.

“y’know,” he begins, gaining their attention. they look up at him, hands still holding onto his and the nail polish. “you’re awfully cute.”

they blush and look away from him, going back to painting his nails. “hush, sammy,” they say.

“it’s true,” he mentions. “you’re adorable, and i-“

“ugh, got it on your skin. stay still.”

sam rolls his eyes. “angel,” he says, their eyes meeting his again. he watches as their eyes glimmer with only the light of a few small lamps. “i love you.”

their eyes dart around his, flicking their attention all over his face. they smile, finding it sweet how sam wanted all of their attention on him while he said it. “i love you too, sammy.”

sam smiles, his dimples n pearly whites on display. “and, y’know, i’m sorry i don’t say it enough. i really do love you, angel, and i think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

their heart is beating so quickly, and their cheeks are flushed a bright pink. they can feel their whole body warm up, even though they’re feeling shivers from their head to their toes. they smile shyly at sam, feeling small under his watchful gaze - feeling whole again from his kind words.

“thank you, sammy,” they manage to mutter out after a few moments pass. “i needed that today.” they close the nail polish bottle and set it down on the ground. “be careful not to smudge them.” they wrap their arms around sam’s neck, sitting up on their knees and leaving a peck on his lips with an over dramatic “mwah”.

sam chuckles, carefully wrapping his arms around their waist to bring them into his lap. he’s careful not to ruin his nails, not letting his hands touch the back of their hoodie. he squeezes tight though, looking into their eyes and seeing the whole universe. he smiles at them again, analyzing them more and more the closer they get to him. with another short kiss, they offer to wipe their face masks off since their nails are dry.

there’s a comfortable silence between them as they lay on the couch together, faces fresh and nails manicured. sam takes their hand in his, interlocking their fingers and blushing at their matching nails.

they look at him fondly, needing to be as close to him as possible, but they take the hand holding and appreciate it just the same. they shift closer to him so their shoulders are touching, and sam lays his head on theirs.

“i feel so safe with you,” they whisper, holding his hand tighter.

sam kisses the top of their head, squeezing back. “good, that’s my job.”

they giggle and nuzzle their face into his arm, turning the rest of their body so they’re snuggled up next to him.

“angel, just come here,” he says, patting his lap.

they blush and accept the offer, putting each of their legs on either side of his and laying their head on his chest. they’re always apprehensive to rest their body on top of sam, but the way he wraps his arms around them and never complains about his legs getting restless eases their worries. they press small kisses onto his neck as a silent thank you, and he does the same back.

“i’m in love with you,” sam whispers, his large hands rubbing their back.

they lean back slowly, looking into his eyes, bracing their hands on his chest for support, and feeling his hands fall to their thighs. of all the times sam has said “i love you,” he’s never specified that his love for them ran deeper than baseline.

they smile as their eyes dart around his face. “i’m in love with you, sammy.”

he smiles and holds their face, kissing them deeply, and leaving small kisses all over their face. they giggle as sam does this, their hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“you’re adorable,” he says, feeling his heart best out of his chest from their giggles.

they kiss him again, pressing a few kisses over his cheeks. “thank you for making me feel better today, sammy,” they say as their hands continue playing with his hair. “i’m in love with you.”

“i’ll never get sick of hearing you say that, angel.”

[aroace-musings]

Top Surgery

On 18 October, I got top surgery at the Madison Surgical Center. My best friend accompanied me. My parents had to wait at the hotel because you could only have one person come with you.

When I arrived at the surgical center, I didn’t feel nervous. I felt numb and ethereal. More a floating specter than a human being. I couldn’t believe that the day had finally arrived. After waiting so long, my brain had given up hope that it would actually occur. And now that it was definitely happening, my brain felt in a state of shock and wonder. How I imagine Alice felt when she fell down the rabbit hole.

After registering, I waited with my best friend in the waiting room. The words we spoke went in one ear and out the other, for my brain decided to focus on each individual that passed us. I saw a man wearing a green corduroy jacket shuffle past followed by a woman wearing a tight fitting burgundy pant suit. The woman mumbled something about the weather into her smartwatch. Next, came a lady wearing a beige knit sweater. She had curly white hair and wore round beige spectacles. Her papery thin hand clutched onto her companion’s arm. This guy wore a Grateful Dead tee and weatherworn jeans. He looked younger than the woman but had a similar facial structure. I figured him to be her son. As they walked past, I could hear him tell her that it was only a minor operation. He’d be fine.

After several minutes, a nurse called my name and directed me to the pre-op area. He took my vitals and chatted to me for a bit. He asked me what I did for a living before querying about my hobbies. I detest small talk of all forms but perked up when the conversation steered to hiking. For a few minutes, I told him about Devil’s Lake and about my desire to go hiking there. 

As I was about to go more in depth about the trails I’d like to hike, we were interrupted by Dr. Gast, the surgeon who would perform the operation. After inquiring about my health, she drew on my chest. I kept my eyes on the ceiling and ignored the sensation of sharpie tip on skin. While she drew on my chest, she explained to me what would happen in the operating room. But because of the discomfort I felt having my chest exposed, I only really heard a quarter of what she said.  

After the surgeon left, the anesthesiologist arrived. He took my medical information and explained what he could do for me to minimize the nausea I always experienced when given anesthesia. He was friendly and well-informed. He didn’t make small talk and stuck to the business at hand. I appreciated that.

Once he left, the nurse gave me some medication and started an IV drip. All through the procedure, he continued to make small talk. After a few minutes, I tried to zone him out by playing songs in my head. “I Know Better” by Noahfinnce blended with “Spiderwebs” by No Doubt, and this strange admixed song remained in my head for the next five minutes.

Then, I met the OR nurse. He told a joke that made the nurse laugh but went completely over my head. In fact, I might not have known it was a joke if the nurse hadn’t laughed at his bizarre comment. Shortly after that, I followed him to the OR. All the way there, he made jokes oblivious of the fact that I didn’t get a single one of them. 

Entering the OR, I was blinded by the bright lights and glaring white surfaces. I could barely make out the table I was to lie upon. After getting comfy on the table, I was nocked out. The world became a dark void.

Two hours later, I woke up in the recovery area. I felt like I’d been plunged into ice water. I began to shiver violently, so the recovery nurse gave me a warm blanket and some medicine through the IV drip. As the medicine kicked in, the shivering decreased and warmth began to slowly creep back into my bones. During this ordeal, she talked to me and stayed close to my side.

After I'd recovered a bit, I was sent back to the same room I started off in. Since I was in no condition to listen to anyone, the nurse continued his small talk with my best friend. I felt grateful that I no longer I had to listen to his constant babble, but I felt bad for my friend, for he hates small talk as much as I do. 

Once I could stand by myself, the nurse took out the IV drip. He then explained the medication regimen and how to empty the collection unit on the drains. He also explained how to change the dressings, but I snoozed through most of that conversation. Good thing he sent me home with paper instructions, or I'd have no clue what to do.

After a bit more waiting, a patient transporter took me in a wheelchair to the parking structure where my parents were waiting. I didn’t like the feel of the air blowing across my skin, or the sound of the squeaky wheels. Both grated on my nerves. By the time we reached the parking structure, I wanted to scream.  

Unlike the other times I had surgery where I threw up multiple times, this time, I only threw up once. That was when we arrived back at the hotel. I place the blame solely on my padre's driving, for he likes to speed and whip around corners like one late for a very important engagement.

Once I got back to the hotel room, I slept. I only got up once to eat a bowl of soup and some crackers. After that, I went back to bed and slept until half past four in the morning.

Well, that's all I have time for today. Until next time, take care and stay curious.

[whoree321]

the bad batch + items i would knit for them

a/n: i’m obsessed with knitting/crocheting bc i’m actually a very very ancient old elderly decrepit person trapped in the body of a sexy young lady. and i especially love knitting things for other ppl bc it makes me feel like a little christmas elf. so this is what i would make for each of the bad batch

***

Hunter: headband

yes this is an obvious one but i don’t care

hunter wears the same rotting headband every single day someone needs to provide him with extras so he can at least rotate them

headbands are really easy to knit so i could provide him with an endless supply of clean ones

ALSO it would be so cute to make the actual headband one of the bad batch colors (black, red, even white) and then crochet little appliqués to sew onto them

like the skull, 99, those would so cute on there like basically how the skull is on his already but more 3D

yarn is also most likely more breathable than whatever he’s currently got strapped on there so comfort wise it would be better too

Crosshair: beanie

crosshair is such a 2015 beanie dude

like i don’t mean that in any sort of way bc he’s a handsome young man BUT he’s very “i’m the misunderstood artsy loner guy who wears leather jackets and beanies and smokes cigarettes and reads classic literature”

and i love that energy for him so he deserves a beanie to compliment it

also i think crosshair is a very chronically cold person but is too proud to ever admit he’s cold so he won’t put on a jacket or use a blanket BUT he’ll wear his beanie bc he can pass it off as a fashion choice

Tech: tote bag

tech has so many god damn things

so many trinkets and gadgets and tools

HES GOT GADGETS AND GIZMOS A PLENTY HES GOT WHOZITS AND WHATZITS GALORE

but anyway he needs somewhere to put all of those things! and if that storage location is also mobile? even better!

I keep a lot of my things in tote bags (literally i keep my knitting stuff in a tote bag) bc it’s easier and then they’re ready to go if i need to transport them

i just think he would get a lot of use out of something like that, plus this is more of a time consuming project and he would have the patience to wait since it’s not a pressing need

i’m making a tote bag for myself right now and i’m knitting a design into it (eggplant emoji on one side, peach emoji on the other side) and i would def do a design on tech’s to make it more exciting and I think he would really appreciate the craftsmanship of it all

Wrecker: bucket hat

crosshair might be a beanie dude. but wrecker is 1000% a bucket hat dude

like wrecker is just such a chad in the best possible way (in the beloved himbo way) and i think his natural state is at like a tailgate (or some kind of outside day drinking event), hawaiian shirt unbuttoned, bucket hat on, sipping a bud light and playing cornhole

bucket hats are more of a crochet thing but they’re pretty easy and quick to make and they’re super cute with little appliqués sewn on like with hunters headband

he would love having a few different ones with different vibes like obvi some bad batch themed ones but other ones too

specifically the one i’m picturing in my head is like a pretty light blue with little white cloud appliqués sewn in all over so it looks like a beautiful blue sky

Echo: blanket

now this is a time consuming project. you gotta really love someone to devote this commitment to them

as much as i love all these lovely individuals, echo is the only one who deserves having these labors performed for his comfort

echo has had almost only the worst of times ever. now he’s like half robot and doesn’t even get to have a robot hand OR his own bed he sleeps in a fucking hammock

he deserves the world, the least i could do is make him a big cozy knit blanket

echo is also the only one who’s patient enough to wait for a nice blanket to be made. everyone else would get antsy too soon

i would use that big soft yarn they sell for baby blankets like i would just buy a fuck ton of it and it would be so comfy

Omega: sweater

omega is the only one i would make a sweater for

similarly to echo i think she’s the only one who deserves such a laborious task, but also she’s much much smaller than the rest so it would be way easier

not to be fully mrs weasley but i would def knit her initial into the sweater

NO I WOULD KNIT THE GREEK LETTER OMEGA INTO THE SWEATER THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE

i’d prob also make matching headbands for her and hunter but whatevs

[writingsbychlo]

white christmas | thomas

word count; 16,567

summary; after some unexpected snow ruins your christmas day plans, you spend your first christmas as a married couple making it up as you go along.

notes; this is a follow up (and the final part to!) ‘Sin City’ and ‘Sun City’. I was actually originally going to call this ‘Snow City’ but I wasn’t sure how that would go down. anyways, go enjoy.

warnings; smut, unprotected sex, cum play, breeding kink

When you woke up, it was to the sound of the coffee machine whirring slowly in the kitchen, and you rolled over, patting at the spot next to you, and pouting when it came up empty. The sheets were still warm to the touch, and you sighed, cracking an eye open to look at the place. The bedding was still crumpled, tucked back up and over you, and there was a barely visible sliver of light creeping in from the crack in the curtains, lighting up the room.

The alarm clock read just after ten, a sleep in for the both of you, but you deserved it on Christmas Day, and you smiled, the joy of the day washing over you once again. It was cold, unusually so for Vegas, and a chill ran over you as you sat up. Your legs were bare beneath the covers stretched out and staying warm, but the tank top on your upper body did little to warm you now that your human furnace of a husband had left you.

When you finally found the motivation to move, it was only to find a cardigan, tugging it over your arms and rolling the knitted sleeves up and out of your way to sit at your mid-forearms, and searching for a pair of pants. A plaid pair of sleep pants that belonged to your lover, tying them at the waist nice and loose as they sat over your stomach, just enough to be comfy, before you were trailing through the house. He was facing the counter, scrolling through his phone and chewing on a piece of a granola bar idly, the machine still dripping coffee through slowly.

He scarcely even flinched as you made your presence known, your arms slipping around his waist and face pressing between his shoulder blades as you left a kiss to the material of his shirt covering his back, before pressing your cheek over the patch. His free hand came down to settle over your own, squeezing lightly, and humming as he acknowledged you.

“Mornin’, baby.”

“Merry Christmas.” You teased, a sweet chuckle leaving him, before he was putting his phone down, and twisting in your arms to see you instead. Cupping your face, he leaned down, pressing a sweet hiss to your lips, and you licked the slightly sticky residue of honey away when he pulled back, the faint traces of his pre-breakfast snack still lingering on his mouth.

“Merry Christmas to you, too.”

You only nodded, bumping the tip of your nose against his needily, and he caught the hint, laughing lightly and letting his breath wash over your face as his lips brushed yours. “More? What, all the love and affection you got last night wasn’t enough for you?”

“Yesterday was a completely different day. I haven’t had nearly my quota for kisses yet today.”

“Well, guess I can’t argue with that logic.” His words were mumbled, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks, before dipping down to catch your lips with his own, a slow and lazy kiss that was perfect for the mood. You didn’t need much, and you were past the thrill of overexcited Christmas mornings, you weren’t a child anymore, and one day, your house would be filled with kids of your own, to have those over-excited Christmas mornings again, so you were simply soaking up the bliss of a quiet and hazy one with your husband now.

His tongue teased along your lower lip, pressing lightly at the seam in which they connected, prompting you to part them for him, and you were more than happy to grant him that access. He fell backwards when your hands disconnected from around his waist, smoothing up his back and around his body, until one was sitting on his chest, the other weaving into his hair. His back pressed to the counter, supporting you as you leant up on him, sighing against his mouth.

A breathy groan sounded in the air, deep from him as it originated in the back of his throat, vibrating through you in a way that made you tremble a little under his touch. Your head tipped to the side, a raspy breath taken in before letting him dive back into you once again, your heart racing in your chest and the tips of his fingers dug a little harder into your jaw. You loved knowing you still had this kind of effect on him, and that he had this effect on you, even after being married and having been together for so long, and you truly hoped that the passion between you both never dulled.

When the machine beside you beeped to signal the end of its rotation, he finally pulled away, lips shining and red, the hints of beginning to swell, and he ran the pad of a thumb over your own, before he was pressing back into you, stealing a series of small kisses again, dipping you backwards, until you were out of breath but laughing, cheeks flushing as the need to breathe overwhelmed you, but the way his teeth were scraping lightly at your lower lip was far more intoxicating.

He was beaming when he pulled away, bringing you in close to him again, a hand dropping down to sit on your lower back, pulling you into his body, and letting him spin you both around, so that he could reach for the coffeemaker with the other. He poured two mugs, adjusting the sugar and creamer for you both while never letting you go, holding you close, even when you leaned away for utensils and condiments, working together, a laugh on your lips at the overly wet kiss he pressed to your cheek.

His declaration of love may not have been verbal, but it was clear in everything he did, from the littlest touches to the way he held you close, and the way he made easy gestures such as coffee in the morning or tucking the sheets back over you to keep you warm when he left the bed, endearment in every action he took.

“What are we going to do about today, hm?”

He sipped his drink after asking the question, staring at you pointedly, and your brows furrowed, pausing as you lifted your own hot drink into your hands, and frowning. “We’re going to Newt’s, he’s having everyone over for Christmas, and this is the first year that we can kiss under the mistletoe and exchange gifts without pretending to just be half-friends and half-colleagues, tight smiles and seemingly forced hugs when really, I just want to kiss you senseless and wipe the foam away from the edge of your mouth when you get cream on your lip every single time we have hot chocolate.”

“Oddly specific, have you been daydreaming a lot?” He teased, your cheeks flaring up with heat as you shot him a false glare, but he only grinned, before pouting, and tapping at his lips for a kiss. You hesitated, for only a moment, that second being long enough for punishment, before you leaned up and kissed him sweetly. He seemed satisfied with it, but his original question was still ringing in your mind, and he seemed to pick up on that too, being able to read you like a book at this point; “Go look outside the window, honey.”

He tipped his head towards the tipped up blinds, and you padded over, pulling one down and peeping out, gasping a little in shock at the thin blanket of white that was covering the garden, and the roofs of the other houses, the roads undisturbed as nobody had yet dared to drive along them.

“It’s bad luck, I guess.”

“It’s not that bad, right?” You turned back to him, the realisation of just why it was that it had been quite so cold this morning coming through, and you rubbed at your arms a little, wrapping your cardigan around yourself a little tighter. “What, it's like, two or three inches? We can handle that!”

“Yeah, but, it was a bit rainy yesterday, and the temperatures dipped under during night, so it froze over. There’s going to be hidden ice on the roads, and I’m not used to driving in snow. I don’t want to risk it, baby.” You frowned, staring up at him with wide eyes as you stopped before him, and he ran a hand over your cheek, kissing the other side, but it did little to raise your low spirits. “Not when I’d have such precious cargo on board.”

“I’m not precious cargo.” You grouched, and he chuckled.

“You’re the most precious cargo to me.” He denied, and your arms crossed over your stomach, rolling on the balls of your feet as he turned away, making his way over to the fridge. It was somewhat empty, only a large bowl of mashed potatoes that would have served fifteen people being what you were supposed to be taking, and yet you still had no idea what you would whip up for your breakfast or dinner, but you supposed you’d make it work. “Anyway, Minho just texted and said he and Brenda aren’t going to make it either, and Newt’s boyfriend can’t get over from his parents who he stayed with last night, so we figured we could just video chat, or something, instead.”

“Yeah, okay.”

He turned around to face you at the sound of disappointment in your voice, growing a little at the dismayed look on your face, and he closed the refrigerator door, leaning against it and crossing his arms. “Hey, c’mon, cheer up. Maybe it’ll be nice to have our first Christmas as a married couple to ourselves. Didn’t you say you wished we’d have a white Christmas?”

“Yeah, but I was excited to see our friends.”

“We’ll make it work, angel, don’t worry.” He rubbed his hands up and down your arms, tempting you to let go of the tense distress you were holding, and it worked, your shoulders slumping as you gave in, offering him a smile when he cheered lightly at feeling you melt a little under his persuasion. “Want me to warm you up, sweetheart?”

A scoff left you, and you shoved at his chest, letting him snicker as you walked away, flipping him off a little over your shoulder, and moving back to the bedroom to get your phone. There were notifications from the girls, and your family, all wishing you a ‘Merry Christmas’ and good thoughts, and you returned it to them as you walked back through, straightening the bedsheets back out and opening the curtains before you did.

When you returned to the kitchen, the sweet smell of fruit and pancakes filled the air, a batter being whipped up by the man you loved, and you hopped up to sit on the kitchen island in the centre of the room. You were just beginning to open your emails when your phone lit up with a call, and you jumped slightly, before answering it, cheering a little as you greeted your friend.

“Hey, Newt! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas to you as well, love. Tommy, too, is he there?”

“Yeah, he’s here, standing right in front of me at the stove.” You reached a foot out, tapping at his ass with your toes and giggling as he jumped, turning to glare at you for the action, red tinging his cheeks, before he was slapping your foot away gently. “Sorry we can’t see you today, who would’ve guessed we’d get snow in Vegas, huh?”

“Maybe it’s because of your wish for a ‘white Christmas’, you jinxed it.” Your husband taunted, reaching for a pan, and you scowled at him, rolling your eyes fondly, and you could hear your friend laughing down the line of the phone as he listened in.

“You two have always bickered like a married couple, and we always wondered why. Now you really are a married couple, and it’s still the biggest reveal of the century.”

“What can I say? Keeping you lot in the dark made it all the more fun for us. The sneaking around was hot.” Thomas cheered loudly at your words, heating up some butter over the flame, and beginning to cook your breakfast, Newt gagging falsely into the speaker.

“I didn’t need to know what kinky shit the two of you use to keep your relationship alive, thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah. If that’s not what you wanted, then why did you call, huh?” You leaned over again, poking at your husband with your foot, and he reached down, a hand wrapping around your ankle, thumb smoothing over your skin, and he held onto you lightly, using his other hand to flip the pancakes over to let the other side begin to cook.

“Just wanted to check if four was a good time for you both, that’s when everyone else can get online. Some of us have familial commitments and such, not just fucking like weirdly-secretive bunnies to fill the schedule, so we figured it’d work for you, too?”

“Hey, Tommy, four works for us, right?” He held up his other hand in a thumbs up, before piling pancakes up on a plate, and letting go of your leg, allowing it to fall back to swinging under the counter, and beginning to fill the pan up again. “Yeah, four o’clock works for us.”

“Great, see you then, love.”

“Bye, Newt.”

The line went dead, and you placed it down, laughing a little to yourself once again over his comment, and Thomas offered you a smile over his shoulder.

As the pancakes were finished, he created a pile of them on a plate, before bringing them over and placing them on the counter beside your legs, blueberries shining through within them, steam rising up from the plate, a knife and fork following, and he grabbed the whipped cream from the fridge, shaking it up.

“Feelin’ a little more cheery now, angel?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Like, a seven out of ten.” You sighed, picking up the cutlery, and he stuck his lower lip out in false sympathy.

“Only a seven? We gotta’ fix that.” He nudged the plate closer to you, a dollop of cream sprayed onto the plate beside the heap, and your stomach grumbled happily at the sight of the meal before you. “Eat your pancakes, sweetheart.”

“What about you?”

“I already know what I’m gonna’ eat.” He winked, a lazy drop of one eyelid, before he was filling his mouth with the whipped treat and leaning in to place a messy kiss to your lips, the taste of the sweet and creamy condiment spreading to your mouth as your groaned, feeling rough hands slide up your thighs and squeeze roughly. His hands were tugging at the ends of your shirt, your cutlery clattering back to the counter to shuck off your cardigan, before he was pushing your top up and over your head, breasts falling free and nipples pearling in the cold air. “Let me warm you up, honey, make it all better.”

You could only nod, back arching into his touch when you felt the nozzle of the canister run down between your tits, before crying out when the chilled dessert was sprayed in a swirl over one of your nipples. He repeated the action on the other to match, before a line was moving along your chest, right to your navel, and you lay back on the counter, head hanging over the other side.

“You look so sweet, baby, and I know just how good you taste, can’t wait to get my mouth on you.” Two fingers pressed to your core through the plaid pants you wore, rubbing softly and you keened up into his touch. A hot mouth descended to your neck as his fingers worked slowly, kissing lightly along your neck, drags of his teeth to make you shiver, and he sucked roughly at your collarbones in a way that made you shake. He knew all of your weak spots, and all of the pieces that made you weak, having learned your body like the back of his own hand, experience over years of patience and testing, and when he finally moved down to your chest, you knew there would be marks all along your skin come tomorrow, showing up in dark bruises that matched his mouth perfectly.

He bit down, just enough force to make you cry out his name, on the side of your breast and licking it to soothe it, before his mouth was closing over one perky nipple.

The topping there was lapped away, tongue dragging in deliberately slow and teasing motions, your head spinning at the feeling of the bud being rolled along his tongue, nibbled on slightly until the skin was raw in a delicious way that always made everything feel ten times better, beginning to grow sensitive under the attention he gave to you, before he switched to give the other the same treatment. Your hand laced into his hair, holding him to your chest, a groan leaving him as your nails scratched over his scalp, the feeling vibrating along every nerve in your body until your fingertips were tingling, toes curling from where your legs dangled.

“Tommy..”

“God, I love the way you sound when you moan my name. So fuckin’ hot.” His words were a little slurred, his own arousal seeping through, and he was cleaning your skin of the cream he’s left there, licking his way down along your body until you were no longer coated in the substance, and he was sinking to his knees, fingers hooked into the band of your pyjamas and you could barely lift your hips up to help him, body trembling with need and desire, and he tugged them away, discarding them to the floor, along with your panties. “Pretty little pussy, dripping for me, so perfect.”

Kisses along your inner thighs, and you whined out, legs being lifted up to rest over his shoulder, ankles loving behind his neck, and for a moment, heat simply washed over your centre from his panted breaths, before he was indulging himself in your sodden core.

A loud cry, bouncing off of all the walls in the kitchen was emitted from you as you felt the tip of his tongue parted your folds, teasing around your entrance before flattening along your middle. He took his time, cleaning you of everything that you had to give, juices dripping out of your more and more, the longer he teased you and waited, and you could already feel yourself finding it harder to breathe, white-hot heat scorching along your body as he treasured you, devouring you like his final meal.

There were times when Thomas was quick and rough, sucking and biting at your clit with just enough pain to make you cry and scream in all the best ways, before fucking you with his tongue until you were shaking and no longer sentient, but then there were times like today.

These were the moments when he really took his time, tongue swirling along you, dragging around your clit until it was throbbing, tears lining your eyes from desperation, before is lips were brushing over the bead, enough to make a jerky motion journey along your entire body as you reacted to that simplest and lightest of touches with so much need.

“Oh, fuck, please, Tommy..”

“Want my mouth, huh, baby? Look at you, all whiny and desperate. Love it when you’re like this, needy for what only I can give you.” He gave into you when another pleading noise roe up from your throat and into the air, thumbs smoothing up along your thighs to part your folds, revealing the little bud to him entirely, and he dragged the roughness of his tongue over it slowly, broken gasps leaving you as your body spasmed a little, the stimulation so welcome and craved that your head went blank as he finally gave you what you wanted. “Needy baby, all for me.”

You would’ve retorted, snapped back, had anything to say, had it not been for his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking on it harshly as your hips bucked up into his face, and your eyes rolled back in your head. A finger prodded at your core, a single digit slipping into your velvet channel with ease, and your walls clenched frantically around the finger from the moment he had sunk right down until his knuckles were pressed to your flesh. He could reach deeper than you ever could and you couldn't drag oxygen into your body in even half-lungfuls anymore because he was driving you insane, twisting and curling that finger, just enough to rub at your walls, teasing you as he searched for that spot that drove. you wild.

He knew where it was, his fingertip brushing against it, and when you keened up, loud sobs of his name falling from your lips, he chuckled into your skin. Abusing both patches that made you crazy, inside and out, he was a deadly combination, slow motions making you wish he’d speed up, but he was dragging it out, knowing that if he kept it up, you’d melt, become utterly senseless and completely empty of any thought or complaint about the day, and that was where he wanted you.

You knew he did, he wanted you blissed out, cum-drunk and dazed, so that you wouldn't be sad about missing your friends or not getting to celebrate how you wanted, and you were more than happy to give in to that whim if it meant you were allowed to chase the orgasm that was steadily building within you at the momentum because as that spring wound up tighter and the heat rose, there wasn’t a single thought in your head except reaching climax, and chanting your husbands name as his mouth worked you over.

Your hand was tangled in the dark chocolate locks atop his head, still messy and mussed from sleep, now even more fucked-up as you tugged at them limply, body going weak as you teetered on the edge of your peak. As though sensing how close you were, his attention moved from your swollen bud, down further, slurping up hungrily at everything you’d given him, everything he’d drawn from you, before this tongue was plunging into your centre.

At the touch, you exploded, stars flashing behind your eyes as you came undone around his tongue,  and he moaned himself, loudly and unashamedly as his fingers flexed against your thighs, wiggling tightly and holding them apart as they trebled, legs attempting to snap closed around his head and he never let up on his assault, tongue fucking in and out of you as your walls fluttered.

He’d given up on the soft and lazy act, becoming impatient himself, and he’d always been vocal about how much he loved to be buried between your thighs, but sometimes, it still surprised you, times like now, when he was selflessly desperate to feel you come undone again, to lick you clean as juices flowed from you, and your head was spinning as you neared yet another edge.

He pulled back, two fingers delving into your folds, moving at speeds you could barely comprehend as they slammed in and out of you, your cries growing in volume until you were screaming his name, arching up and quivering against the marble countertop, before he placed a final nip to your clit, humming proudly and contentedly as he felt you cum again. Juiced dripped down his wrist, pooling on the floor in droplets, tears dripping from your eyes, chest heaving for breath, and when you couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled back. Licking you clean and leaving you to beg and plead, spasming atop the tabletop, he left you clean of slick and cum, kissing his way back up your body until he was standing between your parted thighs, the tip of his nose nudging under your jaw.

“Better?”

You made a vague sound of questioning, too fucked-out to even open your eyes, and you were sure Thomas’ chest was puffing out, ego swelling at just how he managed to get you like this, and he pulled away. Sucking wet fingers into his mouth to clean them off, he used his other to pull you up into a sitting position, goosebumps rising along your skin as the chill in the room began to seep back in.

You waved a hand around loosely for your top, finding it and tugging it back on, barely checking it was on the right way, before your cardigan was following. Large hands were still massaging along your legs, which were now wrapped around his waist, and you jumped a little as his thumb smoothed over a deliciously sore bite mark that he’d left on your inner thigh.

“That was fucking fantastic.” You murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he beamed, pride rising within him, but he didn’t comment on it. “Best Christmas present ever.”

“Don’t say that, you haven’t even opened my gifts yet. I’ve got you beat this year, there’s no way you can top it.” You cracked a smirk, shrugging at him and resting your cheek to his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, I have a pretty great gift for you myself.” His hands smoothed up and down your back under your jacket, warming you up through and through just with the loving touches he gifted to you. It was moments like these that you would always remember; sex with Thomas was mind-blowing and spectacular every single time, but it was the moments after that were what made your relationship what it was, the way he’d hold you so lovingly, touch you with such tender adoration that you felt your heart may actually explode, ad he did it all because he wanted to, not because e was expected to or he thought t would make you happy, but purely because he desired to be with you as much as you with him. “Can I have my pants back now?”

“Think you need new ones, yours are pretty wet.” There was a tone laced to his voice that made shy and embarrassed warmth flood your face once again, making you glad he couldn't see you from where you were buried in his neck, but not missing the way his foot was rubbing the garments across the tiles to dry the floor, before flicking them away a little.

“Okay, but let me down, because I’m still hungry, and I want those pancakes.”

He held you a second longer, a light squeeze, before he stepped back and let you go, tapping at your ass in a cheeky spank as you bent to collect your discarded clothes to take to the laundry, before you were walking away from him with a skip.

A new set of clothes, a trip to the bathroom to clean yourself up, and running a brush through your hair to fix it and pull it out of your face and into a reasonably controllable bundle on your head. When you reentered the kitchen, Thomas was sitting on one of the stools, using your knife and fork to eat the half-cold pancakes, and you grabbed your own set, sitting opposite him, and tucking in.

The meal consisted of laughs, and jokes, hinting at gifts for one another without ever quite giving them away, and then, making a plan for your day. You didn’t have the right ingredients to make a Christmas dinner, and an entirely free day, where you would have been leaving in half an hour to make your way over to Newt’s place. Instead, you would exchange your gifts together, and make your attempt at a decent Christmas dinner, before video chatting with your friends for a while, and finishing off the day with a movie.

It wasn’t the Christmas you’d planned, but it would be perfect in its own way.

The tree lights were twinkling softly, glittering on the wrapping paper you had covering your gifts neatly underneath, a matching set in a different colour, reindeers dancing across the front in a gift wrap Thomas had chosen for you. Your untouched coffee was now cold, and you tipped it away, getting a new mug out and filling the kettle under the tap, before setting it off. A herbal tea bag was placed into the mug, a spoonful of honey and a slice of lemon to follow, before a pair of arms were wrapping around your waist.

“Hurry up, I want you to open your gift already.”

“Patience is a virtue.” You hummed, and he sighed loudly, shuffling in a little closer to you. His chin hooked onto your shoulder, hot breath fanning over your cheek, followed by a seat kiss, and you leaned back a little into his chest. Your hands rested over your hips where his hand had joined, squeezing lightly, and nuzzled a little further into you. “Besides, I already told you that my gift is going to win this year.”

“I won for the last two years and Valentine’s Day, you don’t stand a chance.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning a little at his competitive side beginning to shine through, and as the kettle finally clicked off, water boiling, you filled your mug, stirring it lightly to spread the flavour, before nudging him backwards with your hips, hearing him groan a little as you did, a false glare on his face form the way you’d pressed your ass up against him to get him to move, but then, he was following you to the living room.

You blew the steam from your mug, fingers wrapping around the warm ceramic, the smell of apple and cranberry drifting up to your nose, surrounding you and soothing any worries you may have as you settled down onto the couch. Thomas stood before the tree, one foot poking at the gifts sitting under the decorative branches, assessing them all, before turning to look at you. “Save the best for last?”

There was a smirk on his face, and you mirrored it, his eyes narrowing on you a little bit. “Works for me.”

“Great, so I’ll give you a gift last, then?”

“For now.” His cocky tone was enough to make the game a little more exciting, and he rose a brow, turning to motion at the gifts that you’d placed there, before lifting one up for you. He handed it over, before looking back at the ones for him, and waiting for you to guide him. “Open any, the winning gift isn’t under the tree.”

“I think you’ll find it is.” He teased, pointing to the one he’d wrapped himself, before grabbing the first glitter package with his name on that he could reach.

“Actually, it’s over here, sitting on the couch.” A wicked grin on your lips, and his eyes scanned over you, jaw dropping a little, and you watched as his eyes went half-lidded for just a second, wondering just how filthy his mind had gone, and then he was chewing on his lower lip, seeming to snap back to reality, his gaze snapping up from your tits to your eyes.

He pounced, two strides closing the distance, before one hand was supporting himself on the back of the couch as he leaned over you, pressing a long kiss to your lips, licking his way into your mouth, and groaning a little at the way you pressed back into him just as eagerly, one hand lacing into his hair, pulling on the strands slightly. When he pulled back, it was with your lower lip between his teeth, growling lightly, before letting it go. “I can’t wait to unwrap that gift later, then.”

“Alright, hot stuff.”

He beamed, taking a seat beside you and placing the sparkly package onto his lap, a few pieces of glitter falling away to decorate his pyjama pants, but he was too excited to steady himself anyway. Tearing at the paper, he left it scattered along the living room floor, stripping the gift of its concealment, and lifting it up to take a look. The pause only lasted for a second, before he was lighting up with joy, and turning to look at you with wide eyes.

He'd been talking about it for months, but he had no idea what it was called, or where he would find it, and he was pretty sure he’d never find it. It was a printer for his earpieces, creating custom little cases that he could put on them, so that the boring piece of plastic that he had to wear in his ear all day, every day, on the casino floor, could finally be something a little more exciting.

“I can’t believe you found it!”

“It wasn’t easy to find, at all. What are you going to print first?” He considered it, staring down at the box, before shrugging his shoulders, mind coming up clear.

Flicking your finger under the edge of the wrapping, it popped loose, and you continued to go, watching as he twisted towards you a little more. It was a set of your favourite skincare products, ones that you’d been running out of and kept intending to get more of but always seemed to forget about somehow, and he’d clearly been browsing the website, because the box was stuffed full of all different types of new products, samples and new things to try, as well as bath bombs and room sprays.

The rest of the gifts followed along much the same pathway, simple gifts that were more practical than special, but meaningful nonetheless. You got him new boxers, with reindeers and baubles on, and he smirked as he gave you a new set of lc that could scarcely be counted as underwear, before following it with a filthy kiss and whispered promises for later.

You got him new cologne with a matching shampoo and body wash set, and he got you a new blazer for work after your last one ripped, and you opened all the gifts from your friends and family that were still sitting there. Your last gift to him has been tap bracelets, ones that he could wear at work for when he was feeling anxious, so that yours would buzz whenever he tapped it, and he got a little teary at the gesture.

As the room was littered with ribbons, bows, and torn paper, he picked up the last gift and waved it a little, the couch bouncing underneath you as he flopped back onto the cushions, sitting beside you. “So, not that those bracelets aren’t amazing - because they are - but they can’t top this. Are you ready for the best gift of the year?”

“I suppose so.” You wiggled your fingers, in a ‘gimme’ motion, and it handed it over. You were no longer delicate with the opening, tearing at the paper roughly to reveal what was inside, and shucking it of the silk that hid it, before lifting it up to get a better look.

It was a scrapbook, a beautiful fake-leather design that had golden-embossed letters across the front. Opening it up, there was a small gasp on your lips, pictures of yourself and Thomas that you’d never seen before, right from the very first hours of your wedding.

You hadn't even put on your dress yet, still standing with your hair pinned back waiting to be styled, make-up half done, and a glass of champagne in hand as you laughed with you friends, a shot clearly taken by one of the girls who’d been with you that morning as you got ready. Another beside it was of Thomas, face red and a slightly panicked look on his features as he stood with his shirt half-buttoned, one shoe in hand as he stared around the room for the other, a note written underneath that Newt had hidden it from him just to fuck with him.

Turning the pages, you found ones that were more professional, outtakes from the photographer that weren’t ones that had ever made the cut, slightly blurry ones or the sun shining across the scene, ones where you weren’t looking or weren’t as visible in crowds, and yet they were perfect. Every glance you had cast Thomas, all the moments between you both that the photographer had somehow seemed to capture, memories you didn’t even realise you had all flooding back, the little moments that weren’t staged or pressured like a first dance, your lips sat parted in awe. They had gone one, too, print outs and pictures from your honeymoon, photos you had taken together, or hadn't realised he had taken at all.

“Did you make this yourself?”

“I had a little help, but mostly, yeah. Is it okay?” He lifted his hand to his face, chewing on his nail lightly as he stared at you, and you reached a hand out, bringing it away from his face, and leaning in a little closer to him. He sighed in relief, sensing where this was going, and moving in close enough to rest his forehead against your own.

“It’s perfect, I love it.”

He let out a little laugh, nodding his head to himself in confirmation, before closing the gap. It was a sweet and soft kiss, one that conveyed everything that needed to be said, and paper crinkled loudly as he shifted, pushing it away to the side, falling to the floor after being removed from where it was pressed between your bodies as he pulled you in closer, and you held his face with both hands, nails scratching lightly at his jaw, freshly shaven and soft skin making him shudder as you scratched at it lightly.

“I love you.”

“I know, I love you too.” His mouth moved, trailing along your skin to your cheek, kisses being pressed all the way along, up your temple to your forehead, and your face screwed up at the ticklish feeling, making him laugh as he felt your features wrinkle under his lips. “Gettin’ on into the day, want to go find something to make for Christmas dinner?”

“Absolutely.”

He stood first, offering his hands out to you and pulling you to your feet when your fingers slid into his and held on tight, and he winked a little, hands slipping around behind you, pinching at your ass cheekily and making you jump, shrugging when you gasped and fixed him with a questioning look.  “You’re just hot. Your ass has been looking great lately.”

���You’re so horny, all the time.”

“Because my wife is hot, that’s why.” You rolled your eyes, letting him walk a step ahead of you, and you placed a loud smack on his ass as he went, watching as he turned to face you with a dropped jaw and pink cheeks, grabbing at his own ass for protection as he walked backwards. “You did not!”

“What can I say? You’re just hot. Your ass has been looking great lately.” He mimicked you childishly, a grin taking over his features despite it, and he snatched up both of your hands in his, holding them up high like a revered and feared weapon, dragging you into the kitchen as you stumbled over your own feet.

In the freezer, you had a small batch of chicken, some frozen vegetables and an apple pie. In the fridge, you had some potatoes, and enough spices in the cupboards to make decent gravy. He boiled water while you sliced the potatoes, dropping them in to begin boiling, and turning up the radio to listen to the Christmas songs that were playing. Once your chicken and potatoes were in the oven, you chopped up some veggies for roasting, hearing him clatter around in the cupboards, and he insisted that you stayed turned around to face the counter.

When he finally let you look, there was a tablecloth that you had forgotten you even had laid out, white with a few stains around the edges, and a faded and slightly purple mark in the middle from where wine had been split on it and never property come out before it had been permanently put away, but he’d carefully covered it by placing your vase full of winter flowers in the middle. There was cutlery laid out ready, and bowls and plates, and he was overly proud of himself for the decorations, chairs pulled around a little so that you’d still be able to see one another, instead of being blocked off by the centrepiece.

“So, guess what I found while setting up the table?”

“What did you find, baby?”

The sloshing sound gave it away, before he ever pulled it out from behind his back, and he waved it at you a little. “A super nice bottle of wine that was a wedding present. Wanna’ get us some glasses?”

“Not right now, I don’t want to drink when we’re on video chat with our friends.” His face fell a little, brows raising, before he was fixing you with a quizzical glance, and you laughed, shaking your head at his speculation. “Maybe later, okay? I’m having a great time with you right as we are. Besides, don’t you think wine that special is more of a late-night drink, when we’re watching a movie, all alone? Don’t you want to save it for some fun later?”

You dragged a nail along his chest, catching lightly on the fabric on his shirt, and he followed it with his gaze, licking at his lips and nodding his head. “Shit, you’re totally right.”

“Mhm, always am.” You grinned, and he scoffed, but pecked your lips, offering his agreement to you, and placing the bottle down on the counter.

The clock ticked over, half an hour until four o’clock, and you started off the mashed potatoes on reheating, and the rest of the food on cooking, and you had everything that you needed to have a meal. You worked together to clean up the living room, scooping up all the leftover scraps, and you vacuumed all the sparkles that were going to get stuck in the carpet. Once you were finished, you settled down together on the couch, laptop set up before you, and waiting for the group to become active, and to click through onto the camera.

Thomas was pressed up to your side, arm stretched out along the back of the couch behind you, fingers brushing against your shoulder, waiting as everybody joined, until noise was filling your living room, seeing everybody else light up.

As the evening went on, you listened to each of them talk about what they’d done with their day, and show off their presents, and the men had been overly excited to see how their scrapbooking efforts had gone down, Minho complaining about the paper-cuts he’d gotten at every possible chance there was.

You were drunk on the feeling of pure joy, hearing your friends laugh and share stories, the sadness that you’d held about not being able to see your friends ebbing away to be replaced with simple happiness, at getting to hear what their days had entailed despite it. Brenda had dropped an entire tray of roast potatoes, and they had to start again, Minho had fed his dog turkey and vegetables, and the sweet little puppy had thrown it up on his foot after getting over-excited about playing fetch ten minutes later, and Newt had accidentally spilt the water at the bottom of his tree and almost lost an eye on the lower branches while mopping it up. There was a graze just below his left eye.

They shared their gifts, and got progressively more drunk, and some of the other families even stopped by at some points to give a wave, and well-wishes, and talk with you for a quick moment. It was lovely, and perfect in its own way, and when it had been over, you’d been hesitant to end the call at all and let them go. As the screen of the computer had gone black, you’d turned to your lover, legs swung across his lap and cuddling in a little closer as the temperatures began to drop down once again, awe evident on your features as snow was beginning to flutter down once again.

The look on his face was soft as you brushed the strands of hair back and out of his eyes, before they were fluttering shut upon feeling your thumb brushing over his cheek. Your dinner was only minutes away from being ready, and you were content in one another’s company, simply letting the day drain away as you soaked up how it felt just to be the two of you, spending your first Christmas in a home you owned, as a married couple, with everything in the world to look forwards to. Resting your cheek on his shoulder, his arms tightened around you leaning back and into the cushions comfortably, as the two of you sat in loving silence.

The oven-timer dinged, and you were hesitant to move, a groan on your lips, lingering a few minutes longer, before you shifted, his grip on your loosening as you got up. The smell of freshly cooked food filled the air, steam pouring out of the oven from the second that it was opened, and it drifted around you as you began to pull out the trays, hearing your husband clattering around behind you as he gathered plates and cutlery.

Bumping his hip against yours as he came to stand behind you, he had a spoon in his hands, laying the plates out and beginning to dish up the vegetable as you stood beside one another, serving up food in comfortable silence. Warmth was pouring off of the man, he’d always felt like a human space heater, always making it extra comfortable to be wrapped up in his arms, and you were tempted to just fall into his grip right now, but resisted, your stomach rumbling happily as your meal came together.

Leaving all of the equipment stacked up in the sink, that was definitely something you could deal with later, Thomas taking his seat first, leg reached out under the table as he pushed your chair out for you, fingers twitching atop the table cloth as he tries to resist the urge to start eating until you were ready. Placing a glass down for him, you were drinking water yourself, and Thomas raised his brows, accepting the drink you were holding out for him, eyes flicking to the counter.

“No wine?”

“I have plans for the wine later.” You teased, one eye dropping in a wink, and pink spread over his cheeks in an adorable blush, despite him being a cocky as he always was, and his lips twisted up in a slight smirk.

“Oh, yes, I almost forgot that you’d promised me one more gift.” His eyes dropped down for a second, scanning along what he could see of your body above the table, before stabbing at some of the vegetables on his plate and chewing on them happily. It was an odd mix of foods, making the best of your Christmas dinner that you could, and yet, it was one that you’d always remember and be able to tell as a story at parties and to friends in the future, a Christmas that you’d never forget.

This year was undoubtedly the biggest one to ever change your life, a turning point, not just the start of a new chapter, but the ending of one book and the beginning of a whole new one. “We got married this year.”

Thomas glanced up, pausing with his fork halfway to his mouth, and you saw the look of mischief flash through his eyes before his lips had even quirked up into a smirk around the words he was forming; “I know. I was there, or do you not remember?”

“Oh, hush.” You frowned, rolling your eyes at him, and he stretched out under the table, toes poking against your foot, before you stretched back, locking your ankle with his own, and he continued to eat as he waited for you to expand on your point. “I just mean, well, look at us. We have a house, and we’re married, and it’s all just ours. We made it all ourselves. Five years ago, I would’ve been at my parents’ house eating turkey and listening to my cousins bitch about how I shouldn’t still be single.”

“Five years ago, I would’ve been drunk by now, listening to Minho flirt with his holi-date and listening to Newt pine after hot magazine models, while I pictured you and how much I loved you, and I didn’t even know your name yet.” Your breathing got stuck a little in your throat, your brows raising at the soft tone in his voice as he placed down his knife and fork across the centre of his plate, shrugging as he leaned back in his seat. “I just knew that one day I’d find the perfect woman; then, a few months later, I met you.”

“I still get butterflies when you tell me you love me.”

“I love you.” He beamed, watching as you squirmed a little in your seat, watching your reaction and knowing the effect he had on you, snickering to himself a little, before sobering up once again. “I still get that tingly feeling when you kiss me sometimes, all the way down to my toes. At the most random of times, like in the milk aisle at the supermarket, or in the bathroom when I'm brushing my teeth.”

“Glad to know I still have that effect on you.” You took a sip of your water, smirking over the rim of your glass at him, and he just continued to stare, a lazy and distant kind of look on his face, and you could tell that his mind had slipped far away, lost in his thoughts, but it was nothing that you weren’t used to. You finished up your own food, and sat with him for a while in silence, fading in and out of your thoughts, slipping to and from for a while, until the chair grew uncomfortable, and you stood up, stretching your limbs out and shaking yourself down.

He watched you go, sighing a little as he did, and taking your outstretched hands when you offered them to him. As he stood, you went from looking down at him to looking up, and he leaned down, just enough to bump his nose against your own.

“Wanna’ go cuddle on the couch with a blanket?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He teased, pushing you a little toward the doorway. “Go find a blanket and pick out a movie, I’ll put everything in the dishwasher and set it off, I’ll be there in two minutes, okay?”

“M’kay.” You whispered, pushing up onto the tips of your toes long enough to steal a kiss from his lips, and he pressed back eagerly upon feeling your mouth against his own. Hands on your waist pushed you back, his lips still puckered as he pulled away, urging you to go and get comfortable. The kitchen tiles were chilled underfoot as you walked away, and the floorboards were still cold to the touch too, but the carpets of the living room were a little warmer, and as you picked up the knitted blanket that was rolled up on the back of the couch.

Wrapping it over your shoulders, you grabbed the remotes, turning on the TV and waiting for the channels to adjust, before you were loading up Netflix to scroll through the Christmas movies. Thomas was clattering about in the kitchen, the sounds of cutlery scraping on plates and of them being loaded into the racks, set up to be washed. As you settled on one, you heard him toying with the controls, beeping signalling that the machine had started up on cleaning the dishes used, and the flooring creaked under every step he took, before the cushions were dipping and caving beside you as he settled down at your side.

Wrapping an arm over your shoulders, he pulled you back into his chest, letting you get comfortable as he did, spreading one leg out along the couch, and one remaining where it was, planted on the floor for support as you settled back into his chest, lips brushing across your head. “I chose us a movie to watch.”

“Whatever you want is fine with me, baby.”

“Such a sap.” You mumbled, receiving a teasing squeeze around you in retaliation for your words as you pressed play, and feeling him tugging at the blanket a little until you shed it, spreading it out over your lap and his legs, until both of you were tucked snugly underneath it, the beginning credits beginning to play.

Yo almost dozed off only a few minutes in, a combination of feeling so full and content, loved and safe in the arms of the man you loved. One hand was sitting in your lap, fingers waived with your own loosely above the covers, while the other was sitting underneath the edge of your shirt, sitting over your stomach, holding you anchored to him.

You barely registered the movie playing, more caught up in your mind over everything you found yourself with, every situation and scenario, every night being able to go to bed alongside the man you loved, and waking up to him in the morning.

Only a few years ago, you were alone, with no idea you were about to meet the love of your life. Then, you’d started a new job, and met a sweet security guard with a cocky attitude and a heart of gold, and he’d stolen your heart right out from under you while sweeping you off of your feet, even when you hadn't planned for it to happen. You had thought you were happy, that you were content with being single and focusing on yourself, and yet, just by being himself, he had somehow become everything you wanted and needed.

You wouldn’t change it for the world.

Halfway through, Thomas had grown bored of sitting quietly, as he usually did, his fingers stroking a little over your skin as he tried to grab your attention, and his lips moving along your shoulder, the ti of his nose stroking stray strands of hair out of his way, until he could get to the column of your throat.

His teeth nipped a little at your flesh, just enough to tease, a light laugh falling from you as you trembled in his arms a little bit, and you twisted around to face him, straddling his lap as you did, and he smiled up, hands coming to sit on your hips as yours sat on his shoulders, thumbs smoothing over the base of his neck. “Bored, Tommy?”

“Little bit. This film kinda’ sucks.”

You tried to suppress the snort of a laugh that you wanted to release, nodding your head as you knew it to be true. It wasn’t the greatest, but it was new and trending on Netflix, and so had given it a go. Shifting out of his hold, he whined a little as you went, but watched you walk away, scooping up one of the boxes you’d given him, and bringing it back over, shaking it excitedly. “Why don’t you try your new gift out, huh? I’ll help you pick something to print!”

He stood up to meet you, nodding his head and taking it from your hands, before trying to undo the tape sealing the box shut, and tipping the components out onto the couch.

“I’ll take everything else to the bedroom, you get it set up, ‘kay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He teased, offering you a little wink, before he was padding across to one of the only remaining empty sockets now they were filled with Christmas lights and decorations, and sitting down on the carpet, legs crossed as he plugged it in and reached back for the instruction booklet.

Grabbing the remaining boxes and bags, you made your way through the house, backing through the door and pushing it open with your butt, before using your elbow to flick on the bedroom light. The boxes were stacked in the corner, everything else sitting on top, a job to be dealt with in the morning. The beautiful leather-bound album that was sitting on top of them all had the embossed lettering glittering under the light, and you picked it up, taking a seat on the bed and placing it down in your lap.

It was physical proof of the love between you both, a record of every moment that you’d been able to map throughout your wedding, your relationship coming to an ultimate peak, and blossoming into something even more incredible. Every page brought you a little closer to tears, as you realised just how much you loved him, and how you wouldn’t be who you were anymore without him. Placing the beautiful album back down, you grabbed the final bag, discarding the tissue paper and pushing the bedroom door closed a little more, a smirk on your lips.

You could hear whispered curses and mumbles coming from your husband as he tried to work out how to operate the machine you’d bought him, and you slipped your clothes from your body, dropping them into the laundry hamper. It only took you a moment to rub a freshly scented moisturiser over your body, skin still smooth and clean from the last shower you’d had, and a few spritzes of the perfume you knew drove your lover mad.

Taking off the pretty tags form the new lacy set laid out on the covers, you slipped the garments onto your body, suspenders clipping once you’d pulled the stockings up your legs, and your breasts were swollen in the bra, and you couldn't deny how good you looked, and felt. Once you were dressed, feet moving softly on the floorboards as you returned to the living room, you ran a hand through your hair, messing it up just enough to be sexy, and leaning on the doorframe.

“You figure it out yet, baby?”

“Almost.” He mumbled, never looking up, and you waited, brows raising a little when he continued to be completely preoccupied with the task at hand. He placed the booklet between his teeth, a huff on his lips as he tried to press a series of buttons again, only for it to beep and flash red at him, and he huffed, not noticing you making your way towards him.

“Little cold in here, don’t you want to warm up?”

“Blanket is still on the couch.”

You grinned, thrilled to know he was enjoying your gift so much, but ready for him to be busy with something else for a little while. Placing a finger under his chin, you twisted his head toward you, his eyes finally leaving the device he’d been tinkering with, and his jaw dropped. The paper fell from his mouth and fluttered away, his eyes dragging along you slowly, down to your feet before moving back up to your face, and then it was all the way down once again. He took in every feature, eyes lingering on the pace where your stockings were held up, the soft flesh there, his fingers twitched a little before he was taking in the intricate lace detailing covering you.

“Holy fuck, baby.” He put the device down, twisting to face you, moving to kneel instead of sitting, and his hands hooked onto the back of your legs, fingers flexing against your calves. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

He leaned in to press a kiss to the exposed skin of your upper thigh, an equally wet one to match on the other side, kneeling before you as he kissed at your flesh slowly, dragging the tip of his nose over the front of your covered core, just above where your would’ve really wanted him, and your hand slipped into his hair. His fingers were kneading at your muscle as he worked his way up, until he was taking handfuls of your barely covered ass in his hold, beginning to stand slowly, kissing his way up your body with every inch that he rose upwards, until he was standing fully before you.

Your head tipped back as he sucked on your neck, working to leave a pretty mark on the junction between your throat and shoulder, his hands smoothing over your sides, until he could squeeze at your breasts, making you arch up into his body, a chuckle washing over your skin.

“Jump for me, angel.”

He caught you as you did, more than experienced in the act, lifting you up into his arms as your legs wrapped around his waist, never once stumbling or tripping as he guided you to the bedroom, never letting up on his assault along your neck. Your back met the covers, pressing you down into the soft material carefully, letting you inch your way up until your head was in the pillows as he crawled after you, body covering your own.

Finally, you pulled his mouth to meet yours, a hot and wet kiss, long overdue and sorely needed, his teeth all but clashing with your own from the intensity of it.

He held himself up above you with both hands, his body pressing to your own as one thigh came up to settle between your legs, a whimper leaving you, swallowed by him as the muscle pressed against your already wettening core. When you finally ran out of breath, he shifted his kisses along your jaw, nipping as he went, and you knew that there would be red patches and dark bruises to follow, the slight scrape of his stubble along your skin making you tremble a little underneath him, and your hips bucked up against him.

“S’okay, sweetheart. Go ahead, rub up on my thigh, I know you want to.” His words washed over your jaw in hot breaths, a whine leaving you, before you were doing exactly as he’d offered, hips beginning to roll up against him. The friction sparked something in your gut, a soft sigh leaving you, pressing down harder with each movement you made, seeking out the climax that was slowly beginning to build. As you did, Thomas was shifting further and further down your body, pulling out the ribbons and strings that were holding the lace closed around your body, each bow delicately undone revealing a little more of your body to him. “You look so hot in this. I have good taste.”

He caught your eyes, just for a second, but long enough to wink at you to follow his comment, before he was kneeling back, sitting on his heels and pulling you up alongside him. Settling you in his lap, your arms looped around his neck, legs kneeling on either side of his waist, sitting atop his thighs, a whine leaving you as you could no longer grind against his thigh.

Rough hands on your hips centred you across him, licking over his lips to bite down on his lower lip as he pushed you down against the bulge in his sweats, a quick breath expelled as you did, and his eyes seemed to darken even further, twinkling in the low light pouring in from the corridor.

One arm wrapped around your waist to support you as you leaned back from him, a grunt spilling out as you pressed down harder into him, his cock throbbing through the material against your centre. As you flicked on the lamp, warm light flooded over the room, lighting it up enough for you to see one another, casting shadows over you both that sharpened his features, catching the golden flecks within his eyes as he looked at you.

“Do you feel what you do to me, angel? Pretty lady in my lap, all dolled up in lace. You’re incredible.”

“You have the same effect on me, don’t you worry.” You whispered, leaning in to catch his lips with your own again in a slower kiss. He was holding you to him tightly, mouth working with yours in the slow rhythms that you set, perfectly willing to take all the time in the world, because you had nowhere else to be except right here, with one another. Tracing your tongue song his lip, he let out a soft sound as he parted his lips for you, head twisting to the side so that he could dip into you a little further, tongue exploring your mouth as though he’d never kissed you in such a way before, butterflies rising in your stomach at the delicate way in which he held you.

Tugging at the hem of his shirt, you inched it up along his body, legs tightening around him to hold yourself steady as his arms raised over his head to let you strip it away, before he was peeling the lingerie from your body down, letting it pool around your waist as his shirt fell away from your hands to the floor, discarded for the time being. The second your upper body was able to him, you were being laid back into the bedding, letting him follow after, your head resting a month the pillows, hands on his cheeks to hold his kiss to you, legs wrapping around him as you did.

Fingers inched along your body, the muscles in your stomach fluttering as he did, until they were slipping under the fabric, pushing the crotch of your panties aside to tease a finger through your slick folds. His lips twisted up against your own, a smile that was borderline a smirk against your lips, and his forehead met your own as he pulled back.

“I love knowing I can get you like this.” His lips still brushed against yours as he spoke, a single digit slipping into your entrance, and you arched up into him as the pad brushed along your walls slowly. He set a steady pace, picking up speed as he went, your jaw dropping a little, breath shared between you both as he moved.

He was taking his time, what you had expected would be fast and rough was turning out to be slow and passionate. You’d expected him to take one look at you in the pretty little number he’d bought you and almost tear it right off of you, to fuck you senseless until you were tearing up his back and screaming out loud enough that you’d bother the neighbours if the houses were connected, but instead, you were getting a night of lovemaking and torturous teasing.

A second finger prodded at your entrance, slipping into you with ease as your slick coated his fingers, arousal flowing from you without difficulty, and a cry of his name was dragged for your lips the second he crooked them while buried deep within you. “That’s right, baby. Call my name.”

“Tommy, please, stop teasing me!”

“Tell me what you want, baby love.” He pecked your lips sweetly as you whimpered, fingers slowing even more within you, deep and penetrating movements each time, though, your breath shallow in your lungs as your head began to spin and stomach began to tighten. “Use your words, pretty girl.”

The way his voice had twisted into something a little darker, something condescending that made you cry out, because it was just enough to leave you desperate and gasping as he dominated over you. “More. Faster, harder, anything, I just need more.”

“Yeah? I can do that for you.” He scissored his fingers as he pulled out, stretching your entrance to warm you up, that delicious burn creating a dull ache that was chased away by pure lust, your body shaking as he plunged his fingers back into you. He took it up, doing just as you’d asked, your eyes rolling back into your head with every subtle scrape of his blunt nails against your wall as he fucked your roughly onto his fingers, a filthy sound filling the room as he worked, your hips rocking up into his palm as you tried to meet his motions, clit rubbing against his palm through the layers of bunched up and pushed aside materials that blocked your entrance form him. “Feel you squeezin’ my fingers, angel, so tight. Just like you do when you’re wrapped around my cock. You want that?”

“Yes, yes, I do! Please!”

You could barely form words, the looming climax that was hanging over your head was making you dizzy, and he chuckled, kissing at your jaw, sucking what would become a dark bruise onto the hinge of your jaw, licking wetly over it once he was finished, and blowing cool breath over the wet patch, watching you tremble underneath him. “Tell me what you want, pretty baby. Use your words, or have I fucked you stupid, already?”

A growl on your lips, despite the fact that you’d never speak up, because every time he took on this kind of personality with you it drove you insane, and so you leaned dup inside, catching his lower lip in your teeth and tugging a little, a much louder and more threatening growl in return. His motions stilled, fingers buried deep inside of you, pads pushed up against your g-spot, the pressure making your entire body twitch and tremble at the stimulation, gasping out in need as you groaned.

“I said, use your words, not get sassy with me.”

“You stopped, don’t stop. I’m close, Tommy.” Your fingers brushed over his wrist, trying to get him to move, but he tutted, shaking his head, the tip of his nose brushing over yours.

“Use your words, honey, and you can have whatever you want.” He pulled his fingers out of you, a dirty sound following, and you cried out in distaste, before he was sucking on his fingers, and watching you carefully.

Heat flushed over your face as you watched him, tongue lapping at his fingers noisily as he cleaned them of your arousal, waiting for you to speak up with what you wanted, and you had to force yourself past your shyness, watching his eager enthusiasm as he stared you down, brows raised and waiting with a sultry look on his face. Kneeling back, he settled between your parted thighs, one finger snapping the soaked lace back into place over your folds, and your body jerked at the sting, legs snapping shut as a short but loud moan sounded from you as he did.

He grinned as he felt your thighs clamp around him a little, large hands smoothing up over your legs, undoing the clips that were holding up your stockings, eyes fixed on yours as he moved, in no hurry.

“Tommy..”

“Yes, my love? You got something to say to me?”

You pushed up on your hands, propping yourself up before him, and his eyes dropped down to the swell of your tits momentarily, caught in awe momentarily, and the confidence it gave you rushed through your body. “I want you to fuck me, Tommy. Fast and rough, real good, like I know you can. Make me scream, Thomas.”

“See? Now that wasn’t that hard, was it?” His hands hooked into the rest of the fabric, yanking it down your hips and off of your body, throwing it away to the floor. Calloused palms landed on your knees, pushing your thighs apart, and your body collapsed back into the bedding. “That’s all you had to say.”

You sneered a little, jumping as he pinched at the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh, before he was standing from the bed, palming at his evident erection through the worn thin cotton of his sweats, a slight wet mark forming on the front of his pants from the precum dribbling from his cock, before he was pushing them away down his legs. They pooled at his ankles, kicked away, and you reached out to him, curling a finger as you beckoned him closer to you.

Instead, he caught your hand, pulling your hand in towards him a little and curling your fingers around his length, a breathy sigh leaving him as you took the hint and pumped him slowly. Swiping the pad of your thumb over his head, he hissed a little as you brushed across the slit on his cock, collecting up the wetness that was beading there, and pulling your hand away, sucking the digit between your lips as he watched through half-lidded eyes.

Rolling down onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipped under his weight, bounding you up into his body, and he took your momentarily elevated height as an opportunity to press a rough kiss to your lips, one hand tangling in your hair. The taste of your own essence was spread to your lips, matching the salty taste of his arousal still lingering along your lips, making everything seem even more erotic.

Lining himself up, you felt him gasp into your mouth as he sank into your awaiting heat, your breath forced from your lungs as you felt him stretch you out in a way that had always worked so perfectly, the two of you syncing up in perfect harmony just the way you always did, his cock sitting snugly between your walls. He filled you up, a delicious friction with every ridge within you that dragged against him, every pulse he made making you pulse around him, a connection so deep and intimate that it made you flush every single time it happened.

One of your hands sat on his shoulders, the other weaving into his hair to scratch at his scalp lightly. “Kiss me, Thomas.”

“Thought you wanted me to make you scream?” He whispered, leaning down enough to catch your lips with his, not waiting for your response, soft kisses that seemed completely fractured from the moment, out of place or wrong, and yet completely and utterly right. Drags of lips over your own, making your racing heart skip a beat on your chest at the tenderness of the way he held you, your hand tightening in his hair until he groaned a little as you tugged on the strands, and your lips were stinging a little when he pulled back, his own red and swollen to match.

“I do want that, I just wanted some lovin’ first.”

“I'm always lovin’ on you, baby.” He smiled, stealing a final kiss from your lips, before he was pulling out, every inch of him dragging over your inner walls, pausing for only a second to prolong your sensual suffering, before he was slamming into you. A rough thrust that made every nerve within you light up, and you barely had time to process your own thoughts, to take a breath or cry out his name, before he was repeating the action.

The hand in his hair twisted even tighter, pulling on the soft strands as you held onto him, trying to ground yourself down to the earth. Every time together and you feel like you were floating in the clouds, reaching heaven with every thrust he delivered. The telltale signs of another climax were beginning to show, the coil in your stomach tightening and your body was lighting up with fire.

Cupping his face, your thumb smoothed over his cheek, feeling him lean into you, before he was slowing down for only a second in order to pull your hand down pinning it to the bed and lacing his fingers with your own. The tip of his cock was pressing up to the sweet spot inside of you, your back arching up, sweat beading along his skin with the speed of which he was filling you up, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “You’re always so damn tight, honey. Love the way you feel.”

You could only nod, the stretch of him tucked within you making every thought in your head seem to evaporate, and your hand slipped along his shoulder to his back. Nails digging into pale flesh, tearing tracks in mole-speckles skin that would show up red and raw, and he pressed up into your touch, the slightly biting pain being something that you knew he loved, especially when he really wanted to go wild. A deep noise in his throat, something between a groan and a growl, before he was pulling back, both hands slipping down your body.

He started at your chest, large hands cupping around and plump tits in his hands, groping tightly until you keened up into him with a whine, your hips rolling to meet his movements as he kept them going. You could barely breathe, the weight of your oncoming peak was crushing you, while burning you from the inside out and as though he had sensed it, he slowed down, barely moving now, letting you fuck yourself against him as you tried to coax him into action, but it was of no use.

Dipping down, he caught one stuff nipple between his teeth, a light nip that made you cry out, a sound that was high-pitched and sharp as your head spun, sense and focus fading away as your vision grew fuzzy, walls clamping around him. His mouth closed further over your breast, sucking the supple flesh into his mouth, teeth grazing soft skin as his tongue lapped leisurely at the buds that were standing taut for him, and he knew exactly how to press all of your buttons, years of experience working well for him. The other hand furthered your pleasure by toying with the mound on the other side of your chest, skilled fingers tugging and taunting until you couldn't take it anymore.

Your second orgasm of the night, spurred on simply by his obsession with your breasts, and yet it hadn't been the first time he would make you come simply by playing with them, and it wouldn't be the last.

“So reactive for me, sweetheart. How do you feel, hm?”

He pulled away, chin and cheeks a little shin from his own spit, a cold breeze sweeping over your chest, and he dipped down, giving the other the same treatment, without quite as much ferocity, and you could barely form words as you tried to reply, to tell him how good he always made you feel, but there wasn’t any competent ability left within you.

“Oh, have I fucked all the sense out of your pretty little head, huh?” You could only nod, watching as his ego inflated a little more before your very sights, his eyes sparkling with mischief and chest puffing out. One hand dragged along your stomach as he sat back fully, fingers spreading out across your stomach, his gaze following, and you grinned, watching as he did so. “How about I fuck something into you, huh?”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He bit down on his lip, his cock pulsing within you, and you longed to know just what kind of images were going through his head that had garnered a reaction like that, and soon, his mouth was opening to spill it all to you, without you even needing to ask; “Thinkin’ ‘bout how pretty you’d look all swelled up with my baby in you, tits getting bigger, ready to feed our kid. Prettiest mom on the whole damn block, you’d be. All mine, making our family, one of these next Christmases, maybe they’ll be little feet wandering around, or you’ll be all around, ready to pop, give me a son or daughter, huh?”

“That what you want? You wanna’ put a baby in here, huh?” For emphasis, you squeezed around him, a threatening sound making itself known as a warning glare was mixed upon you, one that only fueled the inferno raging within you as you teetered on the building of your next peak. “Big talk, think you can live up to the hype? Been months now, you still haven’t knocked me up, Tommy. Better get to it.”

“You’re circling dangerous ground, baby. Better watch your fuckin’ mouth.” He hissed, leaning back over you, a dark look stitching into his features and you shrugged, trying to calm your heart as it threatened to break your ribs and burst right out of your chest.

“I don’t know, I’m just saying. Maybe, you’re not fucking me good enough.”

“Oh, I’m gonna’ show you who fucks good enough. I don’t want you to be able to walk or talk after this, I want your throat so torn up your attitude is kept inside.” Red flushed along his face, right down to his neck, and excitement was bursting through your body. With rough hands on your hips that would leave dotted bruises on your flesh come morning, you were flipped over, your stomach pressing into the bedding.

You gasped, his hands smoothing up along your back, before he was leaning over you, dripping and wet cock pressed to your thigh as he pinned you down to the bed. Hot breath washed over your cheek, before he was biting lightly on your earlobe, the bed dipping on either side of you as he knelt over you, and you pushed back into him. Rolling your hips up, he growled a little, pressing you back down into the bed even more.

“Behave, sweetheart, or I’m not letting you come until you’re crying for it.”

You stilled, going stiff at the simple threat, and he chuckled, pressing a wet kiss to the back of your shoulder, hands tracing up along your arms as he trusted you to keep them in place. Settling behind you, a loud smack was placed to your ass, the skin stinging deliciously as the patch flared up with heat, feeling him palm at the patch as he soothed it over a little, a yelp tearing from you when he repeated the action on the opposite side without warning, and you bit down on your lip just to muffle the sounds.

Your hips were pulled up, before hands on your shoulders were following, pulling you up until you were kneeling before him, a hand smoothing around your waist. He patted lightly at your stomach, rubbing over it carefully. His hands then dipped further down, two fingers parting your folds, rubbing lightly at the button nestled between your thighs, and your hips jumped up into his hand, a shaky sound emitted from you.

“C’mon, Tommy, it’s Christmas. Stop teasing me.”

“Okay, sweetheart, since you asked so nicely.” He mumbled, fingers dragging up your body, wet trails of your own arousal left on your skin, before he was slipping them between your lips. You sucked tightly, the taste of your own slick covering your tongue as you lapped at the digits, cleaning them off as he hummed happily into your ear, chin hooked over your shoulder. Your hand slipped down between your bodies, lining him up behind you, before he was easing into you.

His groan in your ear was drowned out by the loud mewls that you let out, fluttering and overly sensitive walls welcoming him back, gripping onto him tightly as he sank his full length within you. The second he was within you, his fingers were leaving your mouth, pushing you back down until your cheek was flush to the bedding, fingers digging into the blanket and nails threatening to tear at it as he wasted no time.

Hips snapping into your own, a bruising pace that would leave you with that ache between your thighs that always made you shake in the morning to follow as you remembered the way that he’d fucked you into oblivion. The sounds you were making were sure to be echoing off of every wall in the house, your throat raw, and you pushed back into him each time, trying to meet his motions, but the pace he was setting was far too fast, and your movements were sloppy in comparison. Your chest was tightening, every muscle in your body going stiff, and your fingers became fists as you tried to hold out a little longer, to not give in as quickly as you thought you might.

You could feel him nearing his edge, the husk of his voice getting a little deeper, cracking each time he edged closer to his own orgasm, his cock throbbing within your walls as he fucked you into the bed. One hand tangled in your hair, tugging at the roots as he pulled back your head, screams loud and uninterrupted for him to hear.

“That’s right, baby, nice and loud.” He tugged you back even further, a sharp cry in pain that made everything go into overdrive, before your back was pressing to his chest. One hand came to seal around your throat. Squeezing lightly, your noises cut off, going silent in your throat as your vision spotted. “Tell me again, baby, who doesn’t fuck you good enough?”

Your mouth opened again, no sounds coming out, simple squeals as he loosened his grip a little. The other hand was on your waist, gripping so hard that the area was beginning to tingle, blunt nails pressing into your skin, and your climax began washing over you. Your jaw going slack, your eyes rolled back as your head sat on his shoulder, and your screams had gone completely silent as white heat shot through your body. Every nerve lit up in your body, like fireworks going off in your core. He didn’t stop there, fingers slipping down to rub at your clit, your body jerking in his grip as broken gasps spilt out.

Sparks ran all along your body, tears lining your eyes as he abused the bud with his rapid-paced motions, and a scream tore from you as that same climax became doubly as strong, bliss taking you over as you felt boneless. He didn’t let up, not until your cheeks were wet and you were going limp in his arms, legs slick from your gushing arousal. When you couldn't take it anymore, crying in his grasp, he let you go, your entire body quivering while you settled on the mattress. His cock slipped from you for only a second as you were turned over in his arms.

He all but collapsed down on top of you, face pressed into your neck, chest pressed up to yours and you could feel his heart thudding against his chest and straight through to your own. With a few final thrusts, weak and desperate, he stiffened, ribbons of hot cum pumping out with your walls, making you whimper just at the feeling that would never be anything other than otherworldly bliss as he filled you to the brim.

“Fucking hell, I’ll never get used to that.” He mumbled, words muffled by where he was still pressed up against you, nose nuzzling into your hair, and your arms wrapped around him. He hissed a little, feeling your fingers smoothing along his body and brushing over the raw rips along his flesh, made by your nails in the heat of pleasure.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s hot as hell.” He teased, making to roll over when he felt you trying to laugh underneath him, and you squeaked as he took you with him, rolling your exhausted body up and on top of him. His hands found your hips, holding you down firmly onto him when you wiggled back towards the bedding. “Where do you think you’re going, huh?”

“Preferably onto the cool blankets. I love you, but you’re hot and sweaty, and so am I.” You mumbled, pressing yourself up over him, and his hands ran up and down your sides lightly, shrugging as he did. His hair was messy, skin flushed and shining with sweat, accompanied by swollen lips, looking like pure sin as he lounged beneath you.

“Nuh-uh, angel. I told you I was going to fuck a baby into you, and we’re not letting a drop go. Stay right where you are, keepin’ my cock nice and warm, and keeping you full of cum.” As if to emphasise his point, he tugged you down into him, and you chuckled as you found yourself leaning against a slightly sticky shoulder, nails scratching at the hairs on his chest as you tried to catch your breath properly. “Guess I gave you another kind of white Christmas, huh?”

You couldn’t contain your laughs, your body shaking a little above him as the pair of you snickered at his joke, yours out of exhausted embarrassment and his out of genuine humour and pride. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

“Hm, I didn’t marry you for your bad jokes, they were just an addition that I got burdened with.” You teased, a light spank landing on your ass, before both hands were settling on your cheeks, squeezing lightly, before he was jiggling gently, entertaining himself with those basic actions, your cheeks heating up and eyes rolling a little. “Having fun there?”

“A lot, actually. I love your ass.”

“Yes, well, not that I’m not used to it, but how long do you want me to lay here?” You mumbled, hand smoothing out over his chest, slipping around to sit on his side over his ribs instead, and snuggling down a little more to get comfortable.

“Just ‘til you’re pregnant.”

“Oh, great.” You teased, finding him puffing his chest up underneath of you, one of your fingers ping at his chest. “Excited to be a daddy?”

His half-hard cock twitched within you interestedly, and he groaned. “Don’t you dare ruin that word for me.”

“Which word?” You mused, one hand on his cheek, kissing along his stubbled jaw, up to his ear, licking lightly at the shell as he trembled under your touch. “Do you mean ‘daddy’?”

“Baby, please, stop it!” He whined a little, and you hummed, before pressing back a little along him, his length hardening with you as your hips rocked back into his own. He grunted, hold tightening on your body, but never stopping you, letting you rock back into him. Your clit was pressed up to his pelvis from this angle, a perfect friction for every grind, and he whined a little when you propped yourself up even more.

Nails digging into his chest, he stared up at you, tits bouncing and skin glowing in the dull light of the room, hair messy to match his, and you felt beautiful under his stare, watching as he licked at his lips, jaw gaping and eyes scanning along your body.

He eventually settled on the place where the two of you were connected, the simple rolls of your hips becoming more, as you settled into your position of riding his cock, bouncing up and down along his length, and beads of creamy cum leaked from you as you did. You could feel it, the mixtures of both of your arousals leaking from your body, a stick messy dotting the dark hairs curled at his base, before he was reaching a hand down, thumb pressing loosely to your clit, making bored motions as his other hand reached out.

You knew exactly what he wanted, the way his lips puckered, hips thrusting up to meet yours as he grew lazy underneath you, his eyes hooded and dark, a smirk on his lips, before he was bringing your mouth down to his.

Sloppy kisses that barely met the mark as such, his teeth dragging over your lips, tongues clashing and tangling together in wet knots as you moaned into his mouth, sounds quietened by one another as the sounds of teenage-style making out filled the room instead.

It was messy, and filthy, and completely effortless, but as you shook above him, a much lighter climax washing through your body, the final bit of energy that you had being spent, he chased after you, giving you what last he had, until it was dribbling out of you.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He whispered, never letting up on his kisses, rolling you over a little as you tried to pull away to catch your breath, his mouth following in an unceasing assault against your own, giggles filling the air as he did. One leg hooked over his hip, the other flattening out, and he let you lay down at last. Pushing him away with one hand, he finally did as told, cock slipping from you, making out whimper a little at the soreness you craved finally being present, and you tried to roll away from the bed.

He reached out, with no energy left, his hand coming into contact with the bedding instead as you stood up. His eyes follow you though, a ridiculous boasting look glimmering in them as he watched his cum drip down your skin, barely being properly cleaned up by the handfuls of tissues you used.

You hadn't even made it two steps away from the bed, before he was reaching out, yanking you back down into the bed beside him, so that he could lay his head across your chest and wrap you up in his arms.

“Tommy, let me up.” You giggled, poking at the man who was half splayed out across you, the covers pulled up loosely over your bodies, pooled around his waist, and he grunted with discontent when your fingers stopped running along his back, nails dragging at his skin soothingly, to instead push at his shoulders. “Thomas!”

“Mh, no. I’m comfy, you’re warm.” His words were whispered, eyes fluttering a little, and you groaned, using all the strength you had to push him off of you and roll him over, placing a pillow to his chest as he reached out to latch onto you. He cracked an eye open when he felt the bed dip, watching as you edged toward the door, feet hitting the ground. “Where’re y’ goin’?”

“I love it when you get clingy and sleepy.” You teased, leaning back down to peck his lips, before making your way to the drawers, grabbing some fresh clothes for yourself, he made a grabbing motion at you, snatching loosely at the clothes you threw to him, catching none of them as they scattered around the messed up bedding around him, and his hand fell back down to the covers. “I have one more present for you.”

“I thought we did all the presents.” He sounded strained, sitting up as you pulled on a robe, tying it at the waist to keep the chill away, and shrugging a shirt onto his shoulders, a tremble running along him in the chill, before reaching for his boxers, watching you inquisitively.

“Well, I had one more. I wanted to do it with our friends, but we didn’t get to, and this gift just wouldn't be the same over the camera. We can tell them at New Years.”

“What does that mean?” There was a playful curiosity in his voice now, and you winked, backing out of the door, and making your way through to the bathroom, and into the cabinet where you kept all of your feminine products, a place Thomas only ever entered upon your request, to retrieve the secret little bag stuffed with wrapping paper that lay within. “Baby, what does that mean?”

“Have some patience!” You yelled back, wiping up a packet of tissues as you went, before padding back along the cool floorboards to the warmed carpet of the bedroom, jiggling it a little at him. He was sitting up now, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to shake himself awake, and you moved to kneel beside his legs, clutching onto it and placing the tissues down onto the bed beside you.

“Is it messy?”

“What?”

He took the package, ribbon on top sealing it shut, and he nodded his head to the packet you’d put down. “The tissues; is it messy? Oh, is it flavoured condoms?” He smirked, your jaw dropping a little as you laughed.

“Would you want to open a packet of flavoured condoms in front of your friends at Christmas Day dinner?”

He cringed, shaking his head. “Okay, you got me. I’m at a loss. Can I open it?”

You nodded, thumb flicking under the packet of the tissues to open them up, watching as he nimbly undid the ribbons, and you pulled one of the soft, folded papers out. Parting the sides of the bag, he stared inside, a single object sitting within, and he squinted at it for a moment as he tried to decipher what he was holding, and what exactly it was said, before his eyes widened.

He flipped it over in his hands, holding it carefully now within two fingers, dropped jaw and watering eyes, before finally looking up to you. “You win.”

“Told you I would.”

“You win this year, you win next year, you just won every Christmas for the rest of our lives.”

“I know.” You teased, watching as a tear dropped from his eye, wiping it away gently, and he trembled a little, bringing his hand up to your wrist to pull your hand away from his face, tugging you in closer.

“It’s real?”

“You think I’d fake it?” You joked, your own eyes watering, and he let out a breathless and shaky laugh.

“And you’re totally sure?”

“I had an appointment the other week to confirm it, they called a few days ago. One hundred percent positive.” He was crying again, snatching the tissues from your hand to instead pull you closer, a needy kiss pressed to your lips, as he tried to calm himself down, to bring himself to earth, and wet cheeks slid against your own, a smile on his lips despite trying to kiss you.

“I’m going to be a dad?”

“Yeah, baby. This is the start of our family.” He pushed you back, rolling you into the bedding as the packaging and gifts were discarded. He pecked your lips one final time, before he was tugging at the knots on the front of your robe and lifting your shirt, hands pressing over your stomach lightly.

His fingers were smoothing over your skin, featherlight touches, complete awe on his face as he stared down at your torso, and he grinned widely, dipping down to kiss at your navel lightly. “I love you so much, little one. I already know you’ll be amazing.”

“It’s about the size of  a grain of rice right now, Tommy.” You laughed a little as his hands smoothed around to your sides, cheek pressing to your stomach as he laid down, and your fingers wove into his hair lightly.

“I don’t care, I love them. Boy or girl, whoever they become, they’re perfect.”

“Merry Christmas, Thomas.” You whispered, his eyes meeting yours, chin balanced on your flesh, and he smiled, a kind of content softness that only you ever got to see.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” He turned back, nose nuzzling at your stomach. “And, Merry Christmas to you, little one.”

[ssa-sugar-tits]

queen of hearts // chapter nine

summary : y/n y/l/n was crushed when she found out about maeve donovan. heartbroken, she left her entire life behind. what happens when she becomes the most prolific serial killer the bau has ever seen?

series masterlist + taglist

content warnings : murder, gunshots, death, sexual harassment, angst (lots of it)

a/n : reader is a psychotic murderer. this is purely a work of fiction and if you or someone you know are experiencing homicidal urges, seek professional help immediately.

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You did it.

Wow.

You got you and your baby out of that shithole and you're on the run. The news and the FBI plastered your face everywhere so of course you changed your appearance as best as you could. Can't really hide a 7 month baby bump though, can you? You make your way to an empty road and stick your thumb out to hitchhike. A woman with strawberry blonde hair stops, letting you into her worn out green truck.

-

"Thank you so much!" you exclaim, getting into the truck. Thump. Your heart could jump right out of your chest. All it takes is one headline, one picture and she'll turn you in.

"Make yourself comfy, sweetie," she gives you a warm smile. "I'm Maggie. Where you headed?"

"I'm Lucy," you lie. "Anywhere but here. As far as you can take me, please."

"What's got you running? If you don't mind me asking."

"Let's just say I got away from a very bad place." you whisper. It's not a lie.

Maggie nods sympathetically and goes to turn on the radio.

"No!" you clearly startle her, filling you with guilt. "I- I'm sorry, I'd just prefer silence right now."

"Don't worry about it, Lucy. I know what it's like to be in a bad situation, I know all too well." She says sadly. "I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable, you just sit tight."

Maggie's words give you a sense of comfort, her kindness sets you slightly at ease. It'd fucking suck to have to kill her, you think. After what seems like few hours, you wake up to see her pumping gas into the truck. She enters the store, telling you she's been craving some licorice and she'll be right back. You're not heartless, you don't want to hurt this sweet woman. So, as anyone would do, you knock out the only other person around with one swift swing of a bat you found in Maggie's truck. Getting into the car, you hotwire it while the man you hit groans on the ground, bleeding. Red stains his shirt and your heart races. It's been a long time since you've done anything like this. Shit, shit, shit. You see Maggie at the cash register, paying. Lucky for you, the talkative woman gives you time by conversing with the cashier. Spark. Got it. Taking one last glance, you see Maggie drop her bag and gasp, whipping her head to look at you. There's a fucking TV in the gas station and guess who's face is on it? You back up the van and wince at the sound of the man's bones cracking paired with his agonized scream. Now or never. Hitting the pedal, you floor it.

-

You stop to breathe for a moment, parking outside of a shitty looking motel. The neon sign is broken so it reads Mot l. You open the trunk of the car you stole to look for anything useful. How lucky, you think. A small, silver handgun is tucked away underneath a plaid knit blanket. Where are the bullets? Must be in the front. Getting into the car and searching the glove compartment, you locate the ammo.

"Goddamn, if that isn't one hell of an ass." A gruff voice behind you whistles. Ignoring him, what he says next makes your heart burst into fear. Thump. "Be careful lovely lady. Heard there's a killer running around. I'll keep you safe though." You feel a hand make its way onto your back slowly and you turn yourself on your back.

"Fuck off." you growl. Click. Gun loaded. Pointing it at the man's now petrified face, you smirk.

"I-I'm sorry!" he spits out.

"No, you aren't honey." Bang. His body hits the ground with a thud and the familiar metallic taste of blood splatters your face. A steady hand wipes away the remains from your eyes and you exit the car, as calmly as you can manage.

"I'd like a room please." The motel owner stares at you, astonished. At the blood or because he recognizes you? Either one isn't good. This wasn't a good decision-- at all. Thump. A shriek from the parking lot distracts you momentarily and the owner takes a laptop and hits you over the head.

"What the fuck?" you grumble. The dumbass didn't even draw blood. With a quick flash, you shoot him too. This whole thing is getting tiring. Fuck, fuck. How the fuck? you wonder, pissed off as you hear sirens. Did the source of the shriek really call the cops that fast? Or were you in such a haze that you can't even think straight, let alone keep track of time. Oh, fuck me. Three black SUVs are with the swarm of police cars. SUVs that you recognize without a doubt as the FBI. Thump. No negotiations this time, no bullshit.

You exit the motel with the gun in your hand. Red and blue lights make you squint and illuminate your figure in the dead of night. Getting a good look at the imagie in front of you, you laugh. Lo and behold, the BAU.

"I'm sorry." you say, just loud enough for everyone to hear before pointing the gun at Spencer Reid.

Bang. Thump. The sharp pain shoots through your chest and you hear a scream. Your head hits the ground and your entire body gives out.

"Y/N!"

You laugh, spitting up raspy strings of red as you do. Suddenly, your head is being cradled and you're being frantically whispered to and yelled about.

-

"Medic! We need a medic!"

-

"N-Nice turnout, isn't it?" You cough violently.

"Shh, don't talk Y/N. Please." He strokes your hair as the EMTs load you into the ambulance.

"S-Spence," you call out, barely able to stay conscious.

"What is it sweetheart?"

"Take care of my b-baby for me," another horrible cough escapes you. "Give her the best life you can, t-tell her..."

"Miss Y/L/N, hurry it up, we need to get you into surgery."

"Tell her that her mother loves her, even if I'm not around."

Spencer's eyes flood with tears, they spill out onto his cheeks as he watches the ambulance drive away. Then it hits him. Her. He's having a baby girl.

-

SPENCER'S POV - E.R.

-

Hours pass with still no update on Y/N's condition. Most of team has gone home, waiting on call. I don't blame them. I'm the only one still here for Y/N. I feel helpless, like my head is underwater and I'm about to drown. Guilty, so guilty that I still love her. Angry. She's the one who was shot yet the anguish I feel is so fucking deep that it's as if knives are stabbing at my lungs.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" I stand up so quickly I think I might fall over.

"Yes I'm her b--" he stops himself. "I'm Doctor Reid with the FBI, h-how is she?"

"No loved ones here for her? I heard she killed some people but damn."

"Is she stable or not?" I snap, regretting it immediately upon seeing her reaction.

And then she speaks.

"The bullets severed 3 major arteries."

No. They saved her. They have to have saved her.

"Y/N didn't make it."

Everything stops. It feels like my limbs and head weigh a ton. Everything's heavy. My breathing becomes less and less effective, disbelieving, tiring. All color in the room fades, leaving me in darkness. I feel weak and detached, chest clenching until I collapse into the chair behind me.

"Doctor Reid?" the surgeon questions softly.

I don't look at her. I stare at the wall across from me, unable to speak, unable to cry even. My mouth is dry and I feel broken.

"Doctor Reid, I need to know who the child of her father is. We were able to save her."

Thump. Thump. Exhale. I meet her eyes.

"Take me to my daughter please." I say low and as steady as I can without breaking down. The surgeon gives me an odd look, processing the information I've given before turning. I stop her.

"Wait..." I gulp heavily. "Can I see Y/N first?"

She nods, hesitantly.

"Right this way."

Y/N's body lays, peacefully. It should be comforting to know she wasn't scared when she died but I want her here with me. I take her cold, lifeless hand in mine and the tears finally leave me. I let out a loud cry and bring my face down to her stomach, resting and shaking on her skin.

"I'm so sorry," I cry to her body, unable to hear me. "I love-- loved you. I swear."

Sniffling painfully, I notice something in her bra. Leave it to Y/N to torture me even from the dead.

-

"Dearest Spencer,

I think the way things played out were fitting. If you're reading this, I'm probably dead. Fucking creep, took a letter out of my dead body's bra. Kidding, kidding. Seriously though, give my baby a pretty name, will ya? I hope she gets your kindness, your strength. Everything that makes you you. Raise her to be everything we've ever dreamed of. You make sure she knows I love her, so much. Now quit being a pussy and wipe those tears, darling. We both know I deserved this. I love you, Spence and I forgive you. You got this babe.

Yours truly, Y/N."

-

My heart is ripped out farther and farther with each word read. It gives me a sense of closure but the pain and turmoil doesn't go away. A life where Y/N isn't here with me isn't a life at all.

"Excuse me," I say blankly as if every emotion I'm feeling simply doesn't exist within me. "I'm done."

The woman guides and then leaves me alone with my child. I hold her in my arms and gasp lightly. She's small but perfect and she smiles at me, lighting my heart. She has Y/N's smile. The fire inside me lessens, being slightly soothed by the newborn in my arms. We'd spoken a few times about having children but I'd always thought she'd be here when the day came. I think about it for a second. I won't name her Y/N, that's much too cliche for Y/N's liking. She isn't the type to name a child without meaning.

"Ellie." I whisper.

Ellie. Meaning 'shining light'.

The light I already love.

The light that holds every piece of Y/N's story in her eyes.

The light that'll get me through this utter darkness.

My light.

Goodbye Y/N. I'll never forget you, the light and the love of my mortal life.

-

[offtopicoverload]

Just in Case

Sometimes you have to spend all night outside someone’s door, or all morning sitting at their desk, just in case they need some pizza. Or you, they might also need you.

hey, whaddaya know, i actually wrote something lmao. ive literally wanted to fix this plotline since i read it like six months ago or something, so i thought i finally would instead of doing something more responsible. and fair warning, it’s been ages since i played tfs and i have a shit memory, so if their characters are off, here’s my excuse

T Rating (just college kids being a bit dumb, so no warnings or anything)

Kaitlyn x MC (Maya)

~2k (a true random little ficlet lol)

Maya knocks on the door lightly, the raps hesitant as she turns her voice as sweet as she can possibly manage, “Hey, Kait? Do you wanna talk? Do you need anything? Do you want a hug? Or I could order pizza?” she rambles, shifting nervously. Her hands clasp and unclasp before her, palms clammy as her stomach rolls in waves of anxiety, a slow-building hurricane.

And it’s not helped by the answer she receives from the blank wood before her, “I want to be left alone.” It’s harsh and upset and frustrated as it leaks through the cracks between the frame and the door.

“You sure?” She fights against every instinct to throw the door open, fingers twitching at the desire to turn the knob just below her palm.

“Yes,” that same severe, irritated voice answers once more, “Go away.”

She sighs, head drooping, “You know I can’t do that, Kait. So I’ll just, um…” she drops to the floor, turning so her back rests against the door, her head turned upwards as she speaks, “If you need anything, I’m right here. Offer for pizza still stands.”

Another heavy sigh slips past her lips as she receives no response from the other side of the door. She digs in her jacket pocket for her phone, pulling it out and tapping until she finds Zack’s contact.

Hey

heya Meya

Can we talk?

always

I think Kait’s mad at me

why do you think that

She slammed the door in my face and told me to go away

yeah, i’d say she’s mad

did you leave her alone

I stopped talking

and you also went away

No I’m outside her room

just give her space

What if she needs pizza?

she can get herself pizza My

I don’t want her to be alone

she wants to be alone tho

I need her to know I’m always here

she doesn’t need you right now

i think you should give her space

What if something happens again?

like what

Like her birthday

There’s a long pause with no response, not even grey bubbles bouncing in the corner.

you stopped talking

Yeah. Promise

how long are you gonna stay there

As long as she’s in her room

that’ll be all night

That’s okay. Her door’s pretty comfy

Maya

I have to be here if she needs pizza

Maya can almost hear the sigh that accompanies the next message,

fine

night My

Night Zack

Her head falls back against the door, a soft thump sounding with it as her eyes flutter shut. Her hands knit in her lap, phone resting between them. A few sounds echo through the suite as the other roommates go about their evenings, but it’s quiet in Kaitlyn’s room.

It’s quiet and peaceful, and the day’s events are starting to wear on Maya as she patiently awaits a call from Kaitlyn. She sits there, the silence behind her beginning to settle along her shoulders like a weighted blanket, starting to gently pull her from consciousness.

Maya’s body careens backwards and her head crashes into the hardwood beneath her, a groan echoing as her eyes blink open. Kaitlyn’s standing above her, hovering with a clenched jaw and furious glare as morning light plays off her skin, her hair, her eyes, her everything in a halo.

The door’s been jerked open, Maya falling with it until she’s flat on her back with a dull ache in the back of her skull. She attempts to blink away the haze that’s clouding her mind of any thoughts but the girl standing above her, and all too soon memories of yesterday flood her senses.

A blush burns her cheeks, heating her face warmer than the sun still alighting Kaitlyn in an ethereal glow, “Hi,” she offers meekly, a small wave momentarily drawing Kaitlyn’s gaze.

But a second later she’s stepping over the crumpled form of Maya without a single word or backwards glance, striding in the direction of the suite’s kitchen. And Maya watches her go, watches her disappear around the corner, watches the corridor turn empty and lifeless as she exhales what feels like the last of her tether to Earth.

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“Hey Kaitlyn,” Zack greets through a mouthful of poptarts, as chipper as usual. He swallows thickly, “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” she grumbles, sidestepping him to pull the fridge door open, staring blankly into it and silently hoping something good will appear if she stares long enough.

Zack appears behind her, carefully nudging the fridge door closed, “You doing okay?”

She eyes him up suspiciously, “Yeah. Why?”

He responds with an awkward shrug, averting his gaze nervously, “You normally steal my poptart,” he mutters.

“Rookie mistake,” she grins, snatching the remaining half from his hand and taking a bite.

“So you’re okay?”

Kaitlyn stills, the poptart frozen away from her face, “Maya told you, didn’t she?”

“Well…” Zack glances away, shrugging under the weight of Kaitlyn’s judgemental gaze, “She told me you were mad at her, but not why.”

“My parents know,” she murmurs, eyes trained on the poptart held in her palm.

“That you’re gay?!”

Her eyes snap up to find a scandalized Zack staring back, “No, that my favorite color’s green. Yeah, that I’m gay!”

“That’s not good.”

“Nope,” she pops the ‘p’ before taking another bite.

“So why are you mad at Maya?”

“‘Cause it’s her fault.”

Zack’s eyes go wide, “Did she tell them?!”

Dark hair flies around Kaitlyn’s shoulders as she shakes her head, “No. No,” she corrects, “But they saw us kissing.”

“Oh, so it was an accident.”

“Yeah.”

“Then why are you mad at Maya?”

“‘Cause she started this whole thing by coming along, and then followed me outside, and then she wouldn’t leave me alone on the train or on the way home,” she huffs.

“She just wants to be there for you,” Zack reaches out, squeezing her shoulder in an attempt at some sort of comfort. 

And Kaitlyn just shrugs him off, “I don’t need her.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“No, I don’t,” she shoots him an unimpressed look, taking the last bite of the poptart and dusting her hands off.

“Kait, we all need her. Like, literally, I think this dorm would fall apart without her.”

“Well, I don’t need her.”

“What if she needs you?”

“She’s an adult.”

“She’s your girlfriend.”

“Who’s an adult.”

Zack just stares at her with his jaw clenched, looking more irritated than Kaitlyn’s ever seen him.  “What?” she explodes defensively, squirming under his gaze.

He sighs, digging out his phone from his pocket and tapping for a few seconds before presenting a text thread to her. She cautiously takes the device, scanning over the messages dated as last night. “I don’t know what was going on with the pizza thing,” he mutters under his breath.

“It’s - it doesn’t matter,” she sighs, just as her eyes land on one message in particular. She huffs, shoving Zack’s phone back into his hands as she storms out of the kitchen and down the hall, frustrated once more.

She pauses outside Maya’s door at the mouth of the hallway, just two down from her own, which has since been abandoned. She steps closer, pressing her ear to the door in search of some excuse to not disrupt. But it’s quiet on the other end, the only noises coming from the rest of the suite surrounding them.

Kaitlyn gently nudges the door open, the hinges creaking painfully loudly as Maya’s bedroom slowly comes into view, a familiar and welcoming sight. Dark eyes scan the room, taking in the closed curtains and the cluttered desk before landing on the bed, where a lump rests beneath the sheets.

Maya’s back is to the door as she lays curled in on herself, her profile rising a fraction with every delicate breath, with her braids splayed in a mess on her pillow. Light from the kitchen spills inside, yellow splashing in sharp lines along her comforter and along the wall, Kaitlyn’s shadow further obscuring the room.

She slips further inside, closing the door just as carefully as she opened it and takes a few cautious steps towards the bed. Maya doesn’t stir an inch, her breathing the only sound in the room as Kaitlyn crosses to the desk tucked against the wall.

She sinks into the chair before it, her leg bouncing anxiously as she simply watches the form across the room from her. Her fingers twitch and tap as she replays the past few months, from that first night, to the football games, to the sorority drama, to her birthday, and all the mess that came with it.

Though, maybe some good came with it too. Like movie nights and coffee dates and afternoons spent studying on the rooftop. Like wide smiles and unrestrained laughs and crinkled, bright eyes. Like eager kisses and tight hugs and lazy morning cuddles.

The form stirs, rolling onto her other side until a stray ray of sunlight is streaked across her cheek. Her eyes flutter open before she’s fumbling onto her elbows, “Kait?” she whispers, her voice heavy with sleep.

“Yeah,” Kaitlyn mumbles, her head dipping awkwardly.

“What are you doing?”

“Thought I’d stick around in case you needed anything.”

Maya softens, a gentle quiet filling the room before her hands find their way out from under the covers, grasping in Kaitlyn’s direction, “Come here,” she urges with a wave.

Kaitlyn obliges, standing and shuffling to the edge of the bed, where Maya takes her hand and tugs her onto the mattress. Kaitlyn slips beneath the comforter, her arms curling around Maya as she cuddles close, burying her face in Kaitlyn’s shoulder.

“Are you gonna be okay?” she whispers into Kaitlyn’s shirt, her breath hot where it seeps through the fabric to warm Kaitlyn’s skin.

Kaitlyn draws her closer, their legs tangling beneath the sheets as she tucks her chin over Maya’s head, absentmindedly twirling a braid around one finger, “Yeah, I think I just needed some time to think, you know? And my parents probably need space, so it’ll be awhile before I talk to them anyway.

“Maybe I can sort something out or write a letter, I don’t know. I don’t think I know what to say, but I’m working on it and trying to figure out how to move forward. I was up most of the night thinking about how I could fix things, or what I should do, and stressing about if I should even be bothered, and my mom ended up texting me and we spoke for a bit. It was nice that she wasn’t upset, but my dad’s another story.” She finally stops for air, looking down to find Maya’s eyes closed and her breathing back to that soft and gentle rhythm.

“Are you still awake?” she whispers, eyes tracing the way the few rays of sunlight slipping through the curtain dance along her skin, illuminate her features.

Maya hums in the back of her throat, “Mmhmm.”

A small grin quirks Kaitlyn’s lips, “So you know what I was talking about?”

“Mmhmm.”

“So you have no problem with me, say, tossing you out of bed?” Kaitlyn teases, her smile growing as Maya’s features stay peaceful and sleep-laden.

“Mmhmm.”

Kaitlyn chuckles softly, the exhale stirring a few strands of her hair as it lay on the pillow as she murmurs, “Sweet dreams. I’m here just in case,” and plants a small kiss on Maya’s forehead.

[nonsensical-twistedriddles]

{ 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓅 : sick headcanons 🌧️}

📝to note: please don’t think of this as me not taking the pandemic seriously (´；ω；`) this happens at a time where the virus does not exist and is meant to be something purely lighthearted. with that being said, always remember to take care of yourselves everyone ! i should really make new end cards*

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈

floyd leech

kalim al-asim

sebek zigvolt

scenario : your boyfriend gets caught in the rain and manages to get sick.

floyd leech

“You’re burning up,” Jade says, pulling his hand away from Floyd’s forehead. Floyd curses under his breath then falls back into the mountain of fluffy pillows on his bed, grumbling about the rain.

Jade suggested that he should stay at home but Floyd brushed him off, insisting that staying at home alone would be boring. “I don’t want to!”

Floyd isn’t used to being sick in his human body. It’s an entirely different experience when compared to being sick in his mermaid form. Getting out of bed was like lifting a 1000 ton dumbbell and the excessive sweating makes his clothes feel ten times stuffier than it usually does. He was honestly tempted to prance around naked the whole day at school just to keep himself cool.

Unfortunately Fortunately, Azul convinces him to wear his uniform.

He tries to hide his fever from you. Not because he doesn’t want to be babied (believe me, he wants to be babied) but because he knows you’d probably suggest the same thing Jade did.

For a while, it seemed to be going smoothly. He hid away his coughing and sneezing and you hadn’t suspected a thing— 

Until he accidentally pulls you into a hug.

He hadn’t meant to but after seeing you so oblivious to his approach, he just had to mess with you a little bit. After all, how could he let such an opportunity pass? You were like a little shrimp waiting to be eaten! So, he lunges at you with arms spread out and yells, “Boo!” Your yelp disappears into his shirt as he pulls you in and wraps his arms around you. “Squeeeeeeezzeeee~!”

There was a singular moment of bliss for the two of you; You eased into his chest with a smile, quietly murmuring his name and he lets himself savour the feeling it brought to him.

The moment ends as quickly as it started with you looking up at him, eyes crinkled with worry. “Floyd?” you started, “Are you sick?” 

Uh oh.

He doesn’t try to deny it. 

Instead, he pulls away and starts booking it, forcing you into a troublesome game of tag. “FLOYD YOU NEED TO BE IN BED!”

You managed to catch him after he accidentally bumps into Jade, who saw you running towards them and put two and two together.

Even after getting caught, Floyd continues to stubbornly resist you, claiming that he didn’t want to stay in bed all day and rest.

Unless...

“Y/N, Y/N~ I promise to rest if you take care of me~”

He manages to convince you to skip class and head back to Octavinelle with him.

Like flicking off a light switch, his bright-eyed and bushy-tailed attitude disappears the moment you two arrive at his dorm and is instantly replaced with weariness.

He also immediately starts taking his clothes off. It doesn’t matter if you act unfazed or end up a blushing mess, he’ll be too drained at this point to entertain you. The problem is that after being completely stripped of his uniform, he refuses to put on some clothes. You couldn’t leave him like that i mean you could so you ended up bathing him and forcing him into his pajamas.

After that, you pulled him under the covers and made him a bowl of chicken noodle soup.

“Say ahhh!” “Ahhhhmn~!” “F-Floyd, you’re eating my hand.”

When he finally gets comfortable in his bed, he’ll start whining like a big ole baby.

“Y/N, I need more blankeeeettssss.” “Y/N, the rain is too loudddddd.” “Wah, this sucks. I shouldn’t have left schoooooooolllll.” “Y/N I’m thirrrrsssttttyyyy.”

He’ll only shut up if you give him kisses.

You’d probably end up sleeping next to him because he’s never going to let you leave. “You promised you’d take care of me!”

If you end up getting sick with him, he’ll probably just laugh and say, “Yay sick buddies!”

kalim al-asim

Kalim was already feverish the moment he got back home, dripping wet; He couldn’t keep his food down and his head was throbbing. Jamil had to put him down after making sure he was in a different set of clothes (comfy and dry) and drank his medicine.

When you came by in the morning, trembling with exhaustion after having to run over to Scarabia to check up on your boyfriend, Jamil couldn’t keep Kalim from hopping out of bed to greet you at the entrance. “Y/N, you’re here! You’re— woah!” 

He loses his balance and stumbles forward. You catch him just before he hits the ground. “Aha, my hero!” he exclaims before nestling himself in your arms and passing out. You watch him for a second, stroking his light hair and smiling to yourself until his skin grows unnaturally warmer and you remember why you came by in the first place.

After helping you carry Kalim back to bed, Jamil leaves you to take care of him and goes off to finish his and Kalim’s assignments and dorm leader work.

Kalim wasn’t finicky when sick. Most of the time he was coming in and out of consciousness and if he stayed awake, he’d usually make you take care of yourself more than him; he’d tell you that you’ve been worrying too much and that you should relax and take a break. He’d even suggest that you take a quick nap, assuring you that he won’t be going anywhere.

“We all deserve to take a load off every once in a while,” he says to you, smiling. His voice raspy and forehead beaded with sweat. “Come on, I’ll have pillows and blankets brought for you! I’d offer you mine but they’re damp from my sweat.”

He almost got you with that. 

Be strong Y/N. Don’t let his genuine concern waver your determination to take care of him!

At the end of the day, he’d slowly walk up to you, all bundled up in his blankets and thank you for taking care of him. “Thank you for everything Y/N.”

sebek zigvolt

No! How could he possibly be sick?!

He made sure to take a hot shower and drink medicine after dropping you off in your dorm. Even slept earlier than the Lord Malleus just so that he could get enough rest.

But for some reason he was in the infirmary with you during lunch break, face flushed and nose runny because of his fever. 

He didn’t want to be there - refused to admit to being sick and raved deliriously on how he should be at the cafeteria by the Lord Malleus’ side, fulfilling his duty as his bodyguard. 

The school physician had to force him to sleep with a spell as a safety precaution when things started to get a little out of control (but we all know they did it so that he could shut up and rest). They then left you alone with him to contact his dorm leader and inform them of his indisposition.

You were reluctant to leave him alone so you stayed with him for a while. As instructed by the school physician, you took a basin and a clean white cloth from one of the cabinets near his bed, filled the basin with water, dipped the cloth into the water and wiped down his sticky face. You smile when he giggles after swiping the cloth under his  nose.

After that, you make a lot of wonderful discoveries while watching over him. He looks peaceful when he’s sleeping, he drools and he talks in his sleep. You spent like half an hour trying to make sense of his nonsensical mumbling.

“Y/N…” Sebek murmured, his brows knitting together in concern. You inched your face closer to his, studying his twitching mouth with wide curious eyes. “What about Y/N?” you asked his slumbering form. His face rumples as if he were deep in thought. “Raining.. Should bring… Umbrella…” You pull away from him, bringing a hand to your face to stifle a laugh. Though a little bit silly, you found it endearing for him to worry over you while he was currently passed out in one of the infirmary beds, sick as a dog.

When Lilia and Silver come by to pick him up, you shake Sebek awake.

“Sebek, wake up,” you say softly as you shook his shoulder. Sebek’s eyes spring open, suddenly alert, “H-Huh?!” he exclaims, abruptly sitting up, “Y/N, what’s happening? Are you alright?” He then spends the next few minutes fussing over you like the doting boyfriend that he is.

After that, you take him back to his dorm with Lilia and Silver.

[sleephyjhs]

You’re Their Assigned Wife (REACTION)

all members are included under the ‘keep reading’ link

notes: this is based off the k-reality ‘we got married’ where a male and female idol spent time as a ‘married’ couple, i’m sure y’all know it

rules | m.list | requested by @agapeew

KSJ

One of your mid-week tasks to complete with Seokjin was to make some traditional kimchi, and before you had started, you were already excited. Actually, you found it quite coincidental that this would be assigned to you. When the cameras were off, Seokjin had led a bored atmosphere into an in-depth conversation about food. You learnt quickly that it was just one of his better traits; always feeling the need to lighten the mood.

To spread the added seasonings evenly, you’d poured the masses of chopped vegetables into a larger bowl of the floor. He slid his hands into plastic gloves and used all the strength of his arms to begin to churn the contents. As Seokjin began to act as a human whisk, you added additional ingredients to enhance the seasoning you’d already added. Picking up two chopsticks, you selected a small radish slice and fed it to him, “How is it?”

His playful moaning and emphasised nodding earned a chuckle from you. However as you were laughing at his honest reaction, you noticed his face begin to fall and almost twist in agitation. You watched as his arms begin to slow in their process, and so reached for the box of gloves to help him out, “You don’t need to worry, I’m okay!”

You frowned and swatted the air to make him remove his hands, “It’s fine, let me have a go.” He retracted his hand from the bowl and you plunged yours in their place. As you continued to stir, you looked up habitually to see Seokjin smiling, seemingly adoring you, “What?”

Seokjin’s smile softened as you picked up on his diverted attention, “You’re just... sweet,” you puffed a strand of hair away from your eyes, and watched it continue to fall back down as you pondered on his words. The rustling of his glove led to an uncovered hand reaching out for your face. As you paused in your churning, Seokjin pushed the loose hair behind your ear and admired your blushing cheeks, “There you go. Shall I have a turn now?”

MYG

As mildly introverted people, it had taken a little more than a few hours to fully open yourself to Yoongi’s company, more particularly to make any conversation you shared less awkward. After reverting back to childhood memories and a mutual love of the same films, Yoongi was quickly warming up to your presence.

It was strange to have to fake romance with another idol, especially with so many cameras. Kindling chemistry made your task much easier. Several days into your ‘marriage’, it was clearly time to shop for food items and other essentials, and as hesitant as he seemed, you were determined to make shopping as enjoyable for Yoongi as you could.

Without asking, he offered to push the trolley around the store and followed you diligently as you conferred on what to buy. At the very end of your journey, you spotted a large pack of bottled water that would easily have been enough for the rest of your time together. You shuffled and leaned down to the bottom shelf where the pack sat and slivered your fingers underneath to lift it, “Do you want some help with that?”

“Nope,” you grunted, struggling to lift it any further than a centimetre from the shelf. It was heavier than you’d anticipated, “actually, yeah.”

You grunted as Yoongi came to your rescue. He pulled up on the plastic packaging and aided you in placing it in the trolley, “Move your fingers,” he said. You looked at him strangely, and he smiled at your knitted brows, “they’ll get crushed! Move them!”

He jokingly scolded you, prompting you to tease a pout, “Don’t look at me like that!” He smiled, dodging your eye contact, “I’m only looking out for you.”

JHS

To wind down one evening, you made a joint effort to create a mini campfire in the yard. A small firepit, wood blocks and marshmallows was just enough to make a winter evening in the countryside more enjoyable.

On the backyard sofa, you reclined next to Hoseok. A blanket draped over your legs, but that along with the fire wasn’t enough to warm you up, “Are you cold? Here, take my jacket.” Hoseok offered, unzipping his branded winter coat.

You leaned away from him, rejecting his offer, “No way. It’s below freezing, keep it on. Could we share? Instead?” You nodded towards the blankets that kicked over both of your laps, and began to divide them more equally over you.

“Come a bit closer,” Hobi insisted, lifting his corner of the fabric to invite you under. You smirked at his natural generosity, and it wasn’t until he met your eyes that he noticed, “or morph into an iceberg if you’d like. Really, let me keep you warm.”

To add performance for the hidden cameras in the garden, you rested your head slowly on his shoulder. Hoseok, without much pause, slung his arm around you and shuffled his hand against your thick cardigan, “Comfy enough?”

You nodded in satisfaction, “Perfect!”

KNJ

For a segment in an episode, you and Namjoon had chosen face masks as an activity to complete. As a self-proclaimed skin care fanatic, you were more than excited to pamper the man who had quickly become a close friend of yours.

To emphasise the couple chemistry, Namjoon sat opposite you, crouched onto a small wooden stool identical to yours. His chestnut hair was pushed back, tucked away under a bright yellow headband, exposing his tanned forehead to your silicon brush, “Let me know if it tickles too much.”

Your prewarning was met with a dimpled smile as you started to spread the cleansing mixture across his risen cheeks. Rose pink clay pleasingly matched his dark eyes that could only focus on you. As you carefully distributed the face pack over his skin, you couldn’t help but grin at his widened eyes that followed yours so diligently, “You know, the more you look at me like that, the more I’ll have to believe you have a thing for me.”

Namjoon giggled softly, looking away from you for the first time since you’d begun, “What if I did?”

You looked down at your lap, flattered at his response. If you’d learnt anything about Namjoon in the past few days, it was that his tone of voice changed when his sincerity was meant to be heard, “Well then, that’s something for us to discuss when there isn’t a camera across the room.”

PJM

It had been a while since you’d spent so long away from your dorm and your members; you couldn’t help but feel slightly homesick. The kind of homesick that kept you up at night was the worst. To stop you from stirring around in the sheets and waking Jimin, you hung your legs over the side of the bed and stared into the blackness.

“Everything alright over there?” A sudden, raspy groan startled you. Jimin had followed you in sitting up in his place, rubbing his eyes that were still adjusting to the darkness.

“Hmm? Yeah, just a little homesick. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You whispered, wrapping the duvet over your legs. The night camera should’ve stopped filming a few hours ago, but Jimin and you still weren’t close enough to be completely open around one another.

Jimin’s fluffly morning cheeks fell at your confession, “Can I help at all? I really hate to see you down.” He spoke softly, and yet you knew he meant what he said. For someone you’d known for less than a week, his compassion was surprising but sweet.

You stuttered, looking for any way to tell the time. Midnight was far behind you, and the summer sun was yet to rise, “Don’t worry about the time. Whatever I can do to make things better for you, I will.”

KTH

Filming such a programme in autumn had its benefits in what activities it made available. In addition to it being your favourite season, you’d learnt that Taehyung grew up in a similar setting to you. Daegu suburbs hid many roads that led to farms and orchards, where both you and Taehyung had spent many hours picking harvestables and chasing younger siblings.

As the director had learned of this shared memory, she organised an opportunity for you to recreate your childhood together. An apple and pear orchard waited on the outskirts of Seoul for you, “If they’re big enough, I can make you an apple pie?” Your promise to Taehyung had spawned a determination to make the most of a chance you hadn’t had in years.

After your basket was near enough full with apples, you’d spent your remaining minutes searching for larger ones to pluck. The perfect green apple hung just a bit too high for your grasp, and watching your struggle, Taehyung approached you from behind, “Need a lift?”

As you nodded, Taehyung squatted to wrap his arms around your legs and raise you up to the branch where you were able to take the apple that had caught your eye. Placing you back on your feet was less successful as you stumbled upon meeting the ground. A small shriek led to his hand catching your back , securing your balance. A heavy sigh of relief hooked a smile, “You didn’t think I’d let you fall, did you? I’d never let you get hurt when you’re with me.”

JJK

When your time together with Jungkook was coming to an end, you chose to spend a night at a karaoke bar. As you both owned the title of main vocalist in your groups, friendly competition couldn’t be missed.

To make it fair, you agreed on the same ballad to see who could score higher, and your winning score of 96 was enough to induce all of the excuses from Jungkook, “I let you win to ease you into the competition! Good luck in the next round.”

Many different verses and choruses later, and the tie between you was clear. To finish the hour you’d paid for, Jungkook suggested a ballad duet. You took the red lyrics and he took the green. The enchanting mixture of melodies coated the room with a romantic aura; you couldn’t help but switch between the lyrics and Jungkook’s eyes.

“That was really... something.” A shy grin closed the music as you returned your microphone to it’s slot. From award shows and concerts you’d attended before, you knew well that his vocals were stunning. But if you knew that yours could match so well with his, you would have suggested a karaoke much, much sooner.

“It really was. Maybe we could slip into a studio sometime? I heard you write songs.” How he’d heard that was unknown to you, but you were more than glad that he did.

^ hey! i remember you sending this before tumblr deleted all my asks, thank you for resending! i love this sm omg

[daydreaming-everyday]

Snow and Fur

(You may need to click the image for better quality)

Happy New Year to @itstrulyastrangerthing! You were my giftee for the @sincerely-us winter gift exchange! I had such a fun time painting the fanart above and writing the fanfic below. I adored your first prompt, but you will find a little bit of your second prompt in the fic. I hope you enjoy, and may the new year bring you good things! <3

Quick Disclaimer: This is an AU where Connor is still alive, and there is healthy Bandtrees!

Ao3 Link

Evan fumbled with his hands. A mix of excitement and nervousness sat inside of him.

When Zoe brought the idea of adopting a dog to him one day, he thought it was perfect. The two had more than enough time to take care of one with the holiday season. Though Evan never had any experience with pets, Zoe recalled having a golden retriever, Sadie, in her childhood.

“Excited?” Zoe asks, remaining her focus on driving. The roads were a little icy in the late December weather.

Evan nods, “A little scared, but I’m excited.”

Zoe pulls into the parking lot of the animal shelter. The cold wind welcomed Evan’s face and lungs when he opened the car door, sending a chill down his spine.

Zoe intertwines her fingers into Evan’s hand.

“You ready?”

Evan looks at Zoe’s face. She gave him a subtle, reassuring smile. It was almost as her calm demeanor was seeping through her fingertips, transferring it to Evan’s hand.

Evan squeezed her hand tighter, nodding.

The shelter had a thick odar hanging in the air when the couple walked in. A lady greeted them, and Zoe explained what they were looking for. She led them to an array of dog kennels. Each dog they looked at, the lady told them their story.

Zoe looked up at Evan each time. What do you think?

Let’s keep looking. Evan would reply by shaking his head.

Soon, a dog finally caught Evan’s eyes.

A smaller dog sat in the corner of the cage. It’s back was to them, so all you could see was it’s thin light brown coat.

“This is Buddy,” the kennel lady explained to him, “six years old. We aren’t quite sure what breed he is, but we believe he is part corgi and part beagle.”

“How did he end up here?” Evan asked.

“Previous family abandoned him when he got older. They preferred cuter puppies, and traded him for a much younger, purebred dog.”

Evan’s heart ached for the dog, even feeling a little sympathy. His own father left, and traded him and his mom for another family. Evan remembered feeling hurt because of it.

Evan knew exactly what Buddy needed.

“Buddy barely moves though,” the kennel lady says, “there are more dogs over here.”

“Um… could I try to…?”

The kennel lady shrugs before unlocking the cage.

Evan slowly enters the cage. Buddy turned his head slightly, looking at Evan. Evan noticed he had amber eyes.

Evan crouched down. He extended his hand outwards, towards Buddy. The dog slowly, and cautiously, stood up, and began to approach Evan. Buddy extended his muzzle to his hand, sniffing Evan’s fingers.

Buddy inched closer. Evan slowly lowered his hand on Buddy’s back. Buddy tensed at Evan’s touch. The dog looked at Evan, and Evan worried he startled Buddy. However, Buddy relaxed, and melted in his touch.

“Well would you look at that,” the kennel lady said, “Buddy usually doesn’t like to be touched by others.”

Evan looks at Zoe, who is smiling at him.

“Can we get this one?” Evan asks.

“I don’t think we have a choice.”

-

Evan was getting used to having a dog around their apartment, and Buddy was used to having a home.

“You two look comfy,” Zoe smiles, holding two mugs of hot chocolate in her hands. Both mugs visibly had tall whipped cream dollops, and were sprinkled with crushed peppermint candy canes.

Evan was on the couch, Buddy on his lap. They were wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, and Buddy was enjoying the gentle scratches Evan was giving him.

Buddy had started to be relaxed when Evan or Zoe had touched him. The dog had let it’s guard down to them, and was more and more cheerful each coming day.

“Come join us,” Evan patted the spot next to him.

“Hold on, I need a photo of my two favorite boys,” Zoe pulls out her phone, setting the hot chocolate on the nearby coffee table.

Though Evan was usually camera shy, he gave Zoe a huge, goofy smile, making Zoe laugh as she snapped the photo. She then sits next to Evan on the couch. Evan wraps her some of his blanket.

“This may be my new favorite photo,” Zoe comments, “look how cute you both are.”

Evan blushes as Zoe puts her phone away. She reaches over to Evan’s lap, stroking Buddy’s fur. Buddy licks her wrist in return.

“Are we ready to start movie night?” Evan asks, sipping his drink.

“Yep,” Zoe says, popping open a fresh bag of plain popcorn. Buddy looked at Zoe, eyeing the snack. Zoe passed him a kernel. Buddy graciously accepted the treat.

“Zoe!”

“Relax,” Zoe says, “it’s not going to hurt him. Connor and I used to feed our old dog popcorn all the time.”

Evan could imagine Zoe and Connor as children, taking turns to feed Sadie handfuls of popcorn. He could also imagine Cynthia reminding them to stop feeding their dog (of course, they wouldn’t listen).

“Okay. What type of movie do you want to watch?” Evan asks, clicking the remote, scrolling through different genres.

They decided on a dog movie. It seemed fitting, since Buddy was in their arms to watch it. As Evan clicked ‘play,’ he curled into Zoe’s side.

“This is the best way to beat the cold,” Evan says, taking in the warmth of Zoe’s body.

“I’d have to agree.”

-

“He looks ridiculous.”

“Everyone needs to be bundled up,” Evan says, picking up Buddy, “including pets.”

Evan had dressed Buddy in a thick winter coat. Booties were on each of his paws, and the outfit was topped with a knitted dog hat.

“Besides, I think he is rocking the outfit,” Evan jokes.

Zoe hooks the dog leash to Buddy’s collar, “Whatever you say dear. You ready for a walk Bud?!”

Buddy wagged his tail, and began to pant excitly.

“Before we go, one more person has to put on some winter clothes,” Evan eyes Zoe.

“I’m wearing a coat!” Zoe exclaims, “and it’s just a walk.”

Evan grabs a scarf and hat, “It’s still twenty degrees outside. We don’t want mommy to be cold, right Buddy?”

Buddy barks in reply.

“Fine,” Zoe allows Evan to wrap her scarf around her neck, and slip her hat on her head. Once he’s done, he gives Zoe a quick kiss on the cheek.

Just as Evan is about to open the door, Zoe grabs his hand, pulling him closer to her.

“You missed,” Zoe smirks.

Evan closes his eyes, and leans into Zoe, pressing his lips to hers. Zoe’s hands wrap around the bare spots of his neck that his scarf did not cover. Evan a breath hitches at the touch, and he wraps his arms around her lower back.

A yip interrupted them. Zoe and Evan break apart. Buddy was patiently sitting on the floor, looking utterly betrayed. Zoe and Evan blush and giggle.

Zoe gives Evan one last kiss before opening the door, the cool air welcoming their faces. Buddy quickly jumped outside, hopping into the fresh, fluffy snow from the previous night. He rolled around until snow covered his muzzle.

Buddy led the way during the walk, eager to look at everything ahead of him. Evan had his arm linked to Zoe’s, admiring the winter wonderland in front of them. Dark pine trees were coated with snow. The sky was blue, and not it’s normal grey. The sun was brightly shining on their faces, and snowflakes were lazily descending from the sky.

“The weather is nice,” Evan says.

Zoe nods, “Buddy is enjoying it.”

Buddy was attempting to catch falling snowflakes into his mouth. Evan and Zoe giggled.

The only downside to the winter weather is that when snow mixes with a dirt road, then it becomes muddy. Mud puddles were formed all over the road they were walking on.

Unfortunately, Buddy jumped right into a puddle.

Evan and Zoe gasped, but Buddy loved it. He rolled around and splashed in the sticky dirt.

Evan lifted him up, holding him arms length out. Buddy was smiling as mud was dripping off him.

“Looks like someone will need a bath.”

-

Zoe carefully lowered Buddy into their bathtub. Buddy had a look of fear on his face. When Zoe mentioned that he needed a bath, Buddy did whatever it took to avoid it.

Even if it meant trailing mud into their apartment.

“See Bud? It’s okay,” Zoe says once his paws dipped into the water.

Buddy splashed the water, still uneasy.

“I cleaned up all the mud,” Evan enters the bathroom, “how are things going in here?”

“I’m just trying to get Buddy to calm down.”

Evan sits next to Zoe. He reaches his hand over to Buddy, scratching his ears. Buddy was still tense as Zoe gently set him down.

“See? Not that bad,” Evan assures the dog.

Zoe squirts dog shampoo into her hand. She allows Buddy to smell it before applying it, lightly massaging it into his fur. The soap helped the mud slip off with ease. Buddy became more relaxed with Evan’s presence and Zoe’s gentle motions.

“The warm water must feel nice after being in the cold,” Evan says, helping Zoe rinse the soap off.

Zoe wiggles her eyebrows, “What if we did this once we finish cleaning Buddy up?”

“I like the way you think.”

A mist of water droplets hit the couple as Buddy began to shake himself dry. The two turn to each other, before laughing.

“Guess he already showered us off,” Zoe chuckles.

Evan reaches for a soft towel, and Zoe lifts Buddy out of the tub. Evan dries the dog off before wrapping him up.

-

Evan was thankful that the cafe allowed dogs.

“You ready to see mommy perform?” Evan cooed, holding Buddy in one arm, and a bouquet of lavender and carnation flowers in another.

Zoe had gotten a gig to perform at a winter event at a local cafe. Evan was ecstatic to watch her perform (despite listening to her practice a couple times).

Evan finds an open table. A waiter comes by to ask him what he would like, and he just orders a tea.

The show began, and numerous small and local musicians arrived on stage, each singing a song, and playing many different types of instruments.

When it was Zoe’s turn to arrive on the stage, Evan’s heart sprang with excitement. As Zoe got her acoustic guitar tuned, her eyes traced around the crowd until they found Evan and Buddy. Once she did, Evan moved Buddy’s paw to make it look like he was waving at her. A smile appeared on Zoe’s face.

Zoe began to straighten up, and took in a deep breath. She began to strike the first chords of White Winter Hymnal. She began to sing softly and smoothly.

“I was following

I was following

I was following

I was following

I was following the pack

All swallowed in their coats

With scarves of red tied ‘round their throats

To keep their little heads

From falling in the snow

And I turned ‘round and there you go

And Michael you would fall

And turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.”

Zoe stopped singing, still strumming her guitar. The guitar produced a soft, warm sound. She hummed along to the song. Evan closed his eyes, enjoying just the sound of her voice and guitar.

Zoe repeated the chorus a couple more times before finishing the song. The audience, including Evan, clapped for Zoe. Buddy began to howl, cheering on Zoe. The audience chuckled.

Zoe grinned before exiting the stage, allowing the next performer to take the stage. Evan left his seat, following Zoe behind the stage.

She beamed at Evan when he approached her.

“Amazing job! You sounded… gorgeous,” Evan compliments.

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Buddy also thought you sounded amazing,” Evan states.

Zoe holds her arms out, and Evan places Buddy in them. Buddy nuzzled into Zoe’s chest.

“I also got you these,” Evan displays the flowers to Zoe.

“Thanks Ev,” Zoe leans to him, and Evan pulls her into a hug.

“Do you think you can sing for us again tonight?”

“Always for you two.”

-

“Evan! How does Buddy look?”

Evan adjusted his tie as he looked over at Buddy, who was in Zoe’s arms. He wore a sparkly black bow tie. Evan and Zoe were planning to take him to the Murphys’ annual New Year’s Eve party. He would be able to meet Cynthia, Larry, Connor, Heidi, and their friends.

“Awwww, he looks so handsome,” Evan pet Buddy’s head.

“I tried putting the rest of his tuxedo on, but someone wasn’t cooperating,” Zoe says.

Buddy gives them a guilty look. Evan laughs.

“I think he looks amazing,” Evan says, “and so do you.”

“It isn’t too flashy, is it?” Zoe asked.

She wore a black top with a metallic gold skirt. It matched Evan’s black suit and gold tie.

“Nope. You look perfect. Don’t you agree Buddy?”

Buddy licks Zoe’s face.

“Thanks Bud,” Zoe presses a kiss to Buddy’s head.

“Could I get one?” Evan smirks.

“Buddy, could you give daddy a kiss?” Zoe teases, reaching the dog towards Evan.

“Zoeeeee,” Evan whines, giggling as Buddy licks his face as well.

Zoe playfully sticks out her tongue before kissing his cheek. Zoe sets Buddy down. Zoe noticed her phones started to buzz on the table. She picked it up. There were numerous different texts from her mom.

Cynthia: Are you and Evan coming?

Cynthia: The party has already started.

Zoe looked at the time. They were thirty minutes past the time they were supposed to arrive.

“Hey Evan.”

“Hm?” Evan asks as he combs his hair.

“We were supposed to be at my parent’s house thirty minutes ago.”

Evan stops, “I knew we shouldn’t have waited for Buddy to wake up.”

“In my defense, he was sleeping on my lap. What was I supposed to do, move and wake him up?”

“Fair point.”

-

“There you two are!” Cynthia scolds Zoe and Evan when they walk into the Murphy house, wearing a dark dress and holding a wine glass in tack, “what took you two so long?”

Before Zoe can explain, Cynthia sees Buddy in her arms.

“Did you guys get a dog?!”

“Mom, meet Buddy!” Zoe says.

“Well aren’t you the cutest!” Cynthia gushes over Buddy. Zoe sets Buddy onto the ground. He sniffs Cynthia curiously before allowing Cynthia to touch him. He curled up against Cynthia’s touch.

“He’s also such a sweetheart!” Cynthia coos.

Cynthia calls for everyone. At the moment Cynthia said the word “dog,” everyone quickly rushed to see. The moment eyes were laid on Buddy, he was all anyone could rave about.

-

“I think he’s enjoying the attention,” Evan chuckles.

Jared, Alana, and Connor were crouched on the ground. Jared got the brilliant idea of using his tie for a game of tug of war. Alana and Connor were cheering Buddy on as he pulled the tie, determined to win. Earlier, Larry slid small pieces of chicken for Buddy under the table during dinner, and Cynthia and Heidi had been showering him with belly rubs and kisses throughout the night. No one even noticed when midnight hit the clock. All eyes were on Buddy.

Evan and Zoe were sitting on the couch, watching Buddy like proud parents.

“He’s the star of the show,” Zoe agrees.

“I’m glad we adopted him,” Evan says, resting his head on Zoe’s shoulder, “he makes everyone happy. He makes me happy.”

“He makes me happy too,” Zoe plants a kiss to his forehead, returning her focus to Buddy, who tore the tie out of Jared’s hands. Alana scooped the dog in her arms as Jared claimed he let the dog win.

Evan smiled, closing his eyes. He wanted to savor this moment forever.

[the-fiction-witch]

Monster In the Mirror P10

REAL LIFE: FANTASY COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SWEET

I woke up gently in this soft comfy bed, the linnin's soft cotton with stars and constellations all over it, a sweet knitted blanket over me. I sat up and climbed out of the bed listening to the sweet birds chirping outside the balcony, I went over to the wardrobe at the side of the room. I opened it and saw the huge wardrobe of dresses and shoes. I picked a dress out slipping it on along with some shoes, I hurried down the little stairs hearing some music from the room downstairs. I went over pushing open the door seeing this beautiful drawing room, with a old style record player, a large marble fireplace, sweet royal sofa's and love seats. Thomas sat on the sofa with a book, he glanced up to me as I opened the door. He smiled widely and shut his book putting it beside him on the sofa before getting up to take my hand "My love, you look immeasurably beautiful" He smiled kissing my head "Do you like your dresses?"

"There lovely" I nodded "thank you"

"You're welcome, if there is anything you want you have only to ask my love"

"Thomas... Could you show me the mirror?"

"... why do you want to see the mirror?"

"to understand." "Alright" He says tugging me to the hall with him and up the stairs to there the beautiful mirror sat exactly the same as it had been in the other world the glass of the mirror was the same as it had been I went to touch it and it was solid and cold "do you not like it here?"

"what?"

"I take you to the mirror, and the first thing you try is to see if you can leave me? what's wrong?"

"Thomas.. I don't understand this place. This isn't my home, I don't know why you want me here?"

"Because I love you,"

"You can't love me, you know so little about me, the first night I saw you, you bit me"

"Because I knew I wanted you to be mine" he says "I wanted to hold you in my arms, bring you to this place, make you my own, make you my queen. I'm sorry that I hurt you, but you can't pass though without a bite," he explained "If there is anything in this world you don't like, I will change it for you, if there is anything you want I will give it to you, No matter what you ask  of me I shall do it for you my love. I just want you to stay, and I want you to want to stay"

"I wasn't the first woman you bit?" I asked and his face hardened slightly but seemed sad

"You know-"

"I know, Eleneor? that was her name wasn't it?"

"It was... Once"

"what did you do to her?"

"Nothing I swear"

"Then if you bit her. took her here as your mate. to stay with you forever?" I asked "You wouldn't need me now, and you wouldn't have bitten me"

"No... I wouldn't"

"what happened to her?"

"I will never keep you here, against your will. If you truly wish to leave me, then you may" He says "Eleneor was scared of me. She couldn't pass what I had done to her family, She couldn't stomach what I am, and what I have to do to survive"

"She left?"

"she left, of her own doing, of her own will, she went home, I don't know what happened to her"

"Did you love her too?"

".... I did." he says "But know here near as much as I love you"

"Would you let me go?"

"if its what you wanted you can go back, but please.... give this place, and me. another chance. stay at least until the next new moon? and if you still don't want to stay, then I'll you can go and you'll never hear from me again"

"okay, Until the next new moon." I nodded

he smiled widely fixing my hair behind my ear "May I... kiss you? my love?"

"Kiss me?"

"But one kiss on your sweet lips my love? it's all I ask"

"Well, Alright" I nodded

He smiled holding my hand tighter moving closer pressing a sweet kiss to my lips, I could taste blood on his lips gently kissing back, until he pulled away "Your kisses are like heaven my love" He says "My only wish in this world is to have more of them"

"You're a good kisser too" I blushed "I'm afraid I am not so elegant with my words"

"You have no need to be my love, you are the one to be complimented" he says "Breakfast?"

"I'd like that" I smiled squeezing his hand, so he lead me to the kitchen and he sat me on the kitchen counter as he began making food

"Aren't you hungry?"

"No, I don't eat usual food my love"

"what do you eat then?"

"wouldn't you like to know" he smirked nuzzling his head on my neck

"Tell me" I warn

"Blood, and flesh."

"like a vampire?"

"If that's how you understand it" he nods

"Let me help" I said jumping off the counter to help cook he wrapped his arms around me as I cooked and nuzzled with my neck

"I just want you to be happy my love, and I'll do anything to make you happy"

[naughty-noodles]

The omega and Alpha thing with Toby was fucking awesome- Could you do a part two when you have time? Like Toby kidnaps the omega and kinda forces themcto like him. You're writings really good ☺️

Y/n awoke groggily, head pounding like a motherfuck. The light from a nearby window shone directly on their face, making them move to pull the blanket up. Confusion knit their eyebrows tightly as they realized their arms were restrained beside them.

Y/n's head shot up to see the leather cuffs that kept them from moving too far. Their feet were free to their relief but that emotion quickly faded when the events from the night before came flooding back.

"HELLLLP!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!" They cried, thrashing their feet and pulling against the restraints. Y/n fell back onto the bed with a thud, realizing their efforts were fruitless. They were alone and likely well hidden.

After Y/n caught their breath, they began looking around. The walls were made of logs so it was probably a cabin located in who the fuck knows where. The light coming in from the window was bright and direct. Depending on their direction, it was either early morning or late evening.

The bed smelled like mothballs as if it hadn't been used since its last wash... whenever that was, and the only other furniture in the room was a small dresser and a nightstand.

Y/n laid there, listening to a ticking clock in the hallway until the exhaustion set back in and pulled them back into unconsciousness.

A door slamming shut caused y/n to jolt back from their sleep moments later. Scraping footsteps and a groan made their heart pound fast.

"Can't do anyth-thing right, can they?"

That voice struck fear into y/n's chest as they struggled against the restraints more.

"Oh, hey. You're up."

The masked man had peered his head in. Y/n laid there too fearful to say anything. The killer removed his goggles and pulled his hood off but kept his face guard on. With a huff, he knelt by the bedside.

"Look... I know you're a-afraid... but I'm not going to hurt you. What yo-you saw was strictly business." His eyes crinkled, showing a weak smile.

"Why..." y/n coughed, their voice strained from the yelling from earlier. "Why do you stutter like that..?"

A maniacal laugh erupted from the killer.

"Of all the things y-you could say to- to me first, you ask about my f-fucking t-tourettes?!" He fell to the floor, seemingly amused by the question. After his laughter subsided, he stared with a bemused look at the omega in front of him. "You're a weird one"

He got up and shut the door before pulling out a pocket knife. Y/n's eyes widened at the sight, breath hitching in fear.

"Relax, omega. I said I'm not going to hurt you." Toby reached for the restraints and began sawing at their bindings.

"The name's T-Toby. I had to restrain y-you while I was g-gone so don't take it personally. Also..." he turned and gave them a look. "Don't try to run when these are off. I'm stronger, faster, and f-from the turnout of l-last night... smarter. If y-you are to live, then you a-are to live here."

Y/n nodded quickly.

"I'm serious, d-despite these f-f-fucking tics" he struggled to get out. "Don't be stupid."

When the bounds were removed, Toby helped the omega sit up, warning them to move slow to avoid getting too dizzy. He seemed more gentle now, not wanting to terrify them.

Y/n rubbed their sore wrists with a wince.

"I'll get you some water. S-Stay here. You won't be f-fit to walk yet."

He left the room, leaving the door cracked. If y/n had said the thought of bolting hadn't crossed their mind, they'd be lying. With how weak they felt and how sure they were of being killed if they tried, it was best that they listened.

Toby had returned shortly with a glass of water. He had even put ice in it, which y/n was grateful for.

"Drink slow."

The cold water had soothed their dry and sore throat. Despite trying to hide it, a relieved hum left their lips. Toby chuckled and took the glass when they finished. He didnt want to risk them shattering it for a weapon, as little as the risk seemed.

Smart little omega, he thought to himself.

A moment passed before y/n dared to speak. "If you're so certain you could kill me if I escaped... then why dont you take your mask off? I mean, if I'm to stay here or risk my life... then can't I at least see my captors face?"

"Captor?" Toby snorted in amusement. "Well if we are b-being tech-technical then I guess that's true."

After a moment of thought, he reached behind his head and began untying it. "Just... prepare y-yourself. It's pretty gnarly."

The mask fell off with ease, revealing a large gash in his cheek. Y/n could see his teeth and gums with how wide it was. They scooted a bit further away with a grimace on their face.

"Told ya."

"How...how did that happen? I've never seen anything like that..."

"Along with tourettes, I also hav-have this thing called CIP. I can't feel pain. It doesnt h-hurt but as a kid, when I got n-n-nervous, I'd chew on my cheek. Only the p-pain wasnt there to stop me."

He removed the gloves on his hands and held them up. Each had was riddled with scars and teeth marks.

"Also developed a n-nasty habit of chew-chewing on my hands.."

Y/n frowned and shakily raised a hand to trace the scars while Toby sat with a blank look on his face.

"You think I'm s-some sort of mo-monster, don't you?"

The omega's eyes shot up to meet his brown ones with shock. "No...no... it actually makes you seem more human, really..." y/n gave a weak smile "I mean, killing everyone else in that bar and threatening to kill me then keeping me captive is scary but honestly, seeing your flaws kinda... puts me at ease."

Toby raised an eyebrow. "You... are taking this surprisingly well, omega."

They shrugged. "Trying to make the most of my current situation seeing as if I leave, I die. No offense but i still dont like you."

Toby frowned. "Understandable, I guess." After a moment he stood up. "You should get some more sleep. That pill had en-enough dosage to take down a m-man twice your size."

A week had passed and y/n was beginning to lose all hope of a normal life. Toby was rarely at the cabin and the isolation was beginning to make the omega crack. It got to the point where the omega was excited for the mornings he'd return from what he called his "job".

They rarely went outside, despite being allowed the privilege of staying within 20 feet of the cabin. Toby had trusted that y/n would stay but only for one reason. He had showed them a picture of what resided in these woods if y/n had ventured too far. A creature he called the rake.

The mere sight of it was enough to keep y/n indoors. If they did go outside, it was only to the cabin porch with the door open to allow easy access back inside. Some nights, the omega could swear they heard the creatures cry of agony at not being permitted near the cabin.

Toby had told them that the only thing keeping that creature back was due to the nature of his job and the man he worked for. It made the omega shudder, thinking that someone was that powerful enough to control the beast.

Toby had another residence where he stayed at more often to keep up appearances. When asked if they could go with one day, he gave a firm no. He had told them the place was full of other alphas, and some were so messed up and bloodthirsty that the thought of an omega in their midst would drive them more wild.

The more respected of the bunch each had their own cabin where they were permitted some privacy. No one was allowed over unless invited. The lack of trust was obvious but the mutual gain was enough to keep them from tearing at each other.

So y/n remained where they were, cleaning, cooking, pacing, and finding whatever ways to amuse themselves while the time passed.

Toby had attempted to win them over with gifts, their favorite foods, and a basic level of trust. Slowly but surely, he was winning.

Everything slowly became second nature... until y/n's omega nature kicked in and they began nesting. Every blanket and pillow in the cabin was taken. The closet was emptied and replaced with every comfy piece of cloth the omega could find. Not a thing was out of place, just how the omega liked it.

But once they snuggled down to rest, they became irritated. Something was missing. Something vital. And the omega in them would not rest until they found out what.

Y/n searched the entire house, sniffing every couch cushion and curtain but nothing was right. They began pacing and biting at their nails. By the time the door opened, the omega was nearly pulling out their own hair.

Toby stopped at the door and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Um... what are you doing?"

"Its missing something." The omega grumbled right before their nose caught onto his scent. The whipped around to face him.

"Um??"

"Jacket. Now." The omega glared.

"Excuse me? T-The fuck?"

"Jacket." The omega walked forward and grabbed at it. "I need it."

Confused but slowly becoming more amused, the alpha complied. "Have at it, I g-guess?"

Y/n snatched it and ran toward the bedroom to their closet. Toby attempted to follow but only got so far as the bedroom door before the omega growled. It was then when it got through Toby's thick skull. They were nesting. He's only seen it happen twice. Once when his sister was beginning to present and again when Jeff's brother Liu chose a place to nest at the mansion.

He decided it was best to leave them alone.

The omega began placing the jacket in its correct spot before plopping down, purring happily. An hour or two passed before they began to get antsy again. Something more was missing and the omega begrudgingly knew what. With a small growl, they went back to the living room where Toby lay on the couch, eyes closed in rest.

His eyes opened when he sensed the omega's presence. Pouting, y/n grabbed his hand and began pulling.

"Can I help you?" He chucked, getting up.

"Come." The omega dragged him toward the closet and pointed to their nest. "You go here."

Confused, Toby obliged.

"Okay, 'mega. Now what?"

"Now we sleep." Y/n plopped beside him, now content again. Toby remained at a loss for what to do. The omega stared at him expectantly.

"Well...?"

Racking his brain and wondering that the fuck it was the omega could be wanting, he lay there confused. Until it hit him. Omega's often seek approval of their nests. Without another Omega here to approve, he had to fill that role.

"Its comfy. I like it."

With a happy hum, the omega snuggled up beside him and drifted off while Toby lay there dumbfounded at what he got himself into.

Until he realized. After nesting, comes heat.

.....fuck.

[sahbibabe]

Maybe, Maybe, Maybe

Maybe, Maybe, Maybe

Soulmate AU

Sephiroth/Fem! Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Sephiroth finally visits you once again after months of mysterious feathers appearing on your nightstand. He gives you neither the answers you wanted or the hope that you needed from him.

But you could try, and it's the best you can do.

AFTER THAT INTERESTING situation with Cloud, you found yourself falling into a plain--and someone repetitive--routine. You would wake up in the morning, get yourself ready for the day, and open up shop. You would then spend most of your day serving your customers, who seemed to triple as tensions among ShinRa and AVALANCHE rose to a head, who only wanted a peaceful hour or so to themselves without worrying about their electricity bills. After that, you closed for the night and retreated to your attached home and wrote in your journal whenever your memories got to be too much.

Sephiroth never did show back up again--but you would always wake up with a feather lying on your nightstand, each one more unique in shape than the last. You had been getting flight feathers at first, but they gradually downsized until they were small little puffs, then grew larger again as if he was trying out some interesting pattern you couldn't understand.

Over time, as your visits with Aerith, Cloud, and Tifa became less and less the busier they became, you had come up with a sort of peace around the idea of Sephiroth being your soul mate. You had managed to gather some information from those Turks who seemed to favor you so much, of whom you had learned the names of: Reno and Rude. They liked to sample your teas when their shifts were over--did Turks even have shifts?--and ply you with idle conversation while the crowd thinned out for the evening.

Reno entertained you immensely, much to Rude's chagrin, with his quick humor and sly remarks. He told you what you wanted to know when you asked him, but you had a feeling he was feeding you the same load of bull that President Shinra was pushing on the press. He did, however, offer you a tidbit of information that you couldn't figure out what to do with: "Angeal always did say he had a very droll sense of humor. Nice, but droll."

They hadn't shown up for the last two days or so, but Rude had been polite enough to send you a cute little postcard with Chocobos on it telling you that he and Reno apologized for not showing up and that they were busy, which you could understand. There was no return address or anything, but he had left you a quick smiley face doodle as a result.

Without your Turk acquaintances to take up your time, you managed to close up shop early and head to bed. For some reason, you had been getting sluggish and weak, and a glance at your calendar indicated you had somehow forgotten to drink your moon teas--the tea leaves that kept you from dealing with debilitating cramps during your cycle. You would be playing catch up at this rate, so you put a note on the door saying you were ill and for your customers to try out Tifa's bar, Seventh Heaven, while you recovered.

You were delighted to receive bouquets of flowers from your long term customers, fresh and straight from Aerith's garden, or cute knittings from the older women who would give you the most adorable sweaters in return for a month's worth of tea when they had no money to give. One particularly nice lady had sent you an herbal remedy for pretty much anything and everything, wishing you the best and hoping you would get better soon.

For the better part of the night, you sifted through your pile of gifts, reading each handwritten letter and card, giving them their own little places in your room. You pinned a lot of them to your wall so you could see them, remind yourself that you had a reason not to go back to your old life. The money had been good, but it had not been worth the damage you had taken to your morality in the long term.

With a tired yawn, you gathered up the remaining cards to read for another day and placed them on your nightstand. As you reached for the lamp, intent on cutting it off and settling down, you looked towards the window, some urge pulling you to, and locked eyes with Sephiroth himself, the mystery that had been plaguing you for over two months now since his last appearance.

You slowly lowered your hand from the lamp, bewildered, eyes growing wide. "Sephiroth?"

He never moved from his spot at your windowsill, never blinked when you pulled back your blankets to stand and go to him. "I see that you are well loved in this community."

"I love my customers. They're very kind to me even when they know nothing about me." You hovered near him, just out of arm's reach, clutching your night gown out of anxiety. It had been so long since you had been in his presence that you didn't know what to do; combine that with the fact that you could see him as clear as day and that he was your soulmate and you felt like a blubbering mess. You tried to ignore the golden, silver, and purple strings tying you to him. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see if you were well." Sephiroth inclined his head, green-blue eyes shining brightly. "Should I not have?"

"No, no, I--It's not that… I meant, why are you here in Midgar? Isn't it dangerous for you?"

"You've been digging around, haven't you? And you got your answers, it seems."

"I didn't get an answer to everything," you protested. That tell tale amusement flickered in his aura. "Not the important things."

"You may ask me, if you'd like," he began, watching your hands flutter over the hem of your gown sleeve,"but I will not guarantee an answer."

You frowned but kept your composure underneath his stare. "Okay, fine. I can deal with that."

"Then we have an accord. Go to your bed. I will linger until you tire of me." He seemed to indicate that he had no intention of answering your more important questions, frustrating you to no end. You did get under the blankets, though, secretly delighted when he moved closer to sit in the chair by your desk. "Ask."

You made yourself comfy, propping up your back on your pillows and crossing your legs Indian style. "I keep hearing these rumors--that you betrayed Shinra and went your own way. Is that true?"

"It's the most polite way of putting it, but yes. That's true."

"Can you tell me why?"

He gave you a secretive little smile that was a very clear and definite 'no'.

"Fine. Did you know we were soulmates?" You asked bluntly, getting down to the core of your questions instead of beating around the bush like you intended. "If you did, why didn't you tell me when you knew I was blind?"

"To spare you some of the pain. To spare myself of hope." His tone was surprisingly honest, but in a way that told you he had thought it over many times and came to the conclusion that this was what was right to him, what made the most sense. "There is no reality where you and I could exist peacefully in this world."

"That isn't up to you to decide."

"Perhaps. But it is the best decision for you; you love this place, these people." His eyes grew cold, those slit irises narrowed to thin points. "I do not."

"What about me?" You questioned. Your voice was hoarse, trapped by the thick knot that had formed in the midst of making very dark connections in your head. You could only guess what had brought him to such lengths of hatred. "Does my happiness not matter to you, either?"

"No." Your heart felt like it had been smashed to smithereens at his matter-of-fact answer. "No, but I don't know you. It's only a small fondness; a kind memory to know that you exist. Maybe one day, it would matter to me, had I grown to love you. But it does not and so, we are here."

"I see." You tried not to let it get to you. You did, you really did. You had had some hope that your soulmate, the only one you would ever have, would give you a chance. Would allow you some form of happiness or contentment with them even as a friend. This was so much worse. "Do you think…"

"Yes?"

"Do you think…" You glanced up at him, then away. "Do you think you could try?"

"Try to what?"

"To love me? To grow to like me? To get to know me? Be friends--I'd be fine with being friends."

You watched him silently soften at your suggestion, unaware that you felt his aura cling to yours like a bur. You could feel that he was trying to strengthen his resolve--this idea that you were better off without his influence in your life, that he was the "bad guy" in this story. He couldn't do it. The soulmate bond dragged him back and made him pliable, open to suggestion.

Even his eyes, as hard as chips of ice, softened, his irises expanding larger than you had seen them when he had first shown you his eyes.

"Maybe," he whispered. As if trying to convince himself. "Maybe."

That was all the hope that you needed.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Wanna go on a campin’ trip?

Pairing- Jared Padalecki x Reader (You) 

Pov- Jared’s 

Warnings- Implied Smut at the end, Falling in love fast, Fluff, Friends to lovers 

Rating- Adult Mature

Summary-Jared a bachelor asks his long time best friend if she will come with him camping/ He hopes this trip he will be able to tell her how he truly feels about her. The only thing he hopes is that she feels the same way back. 

Word Count- 2,237

I asked if Y/n would like to come with me camping. Something simple. Just so I can finally get some alone time with her. Y/n of course said yes not even wanting to waste any time thinking it through. One thing that I have always loved about her, she just does without thinking, or worrying about what will happen later on. She truly does live in the moment.

“When do we leave? Where are we staying? So you know no one thinks I ran away or got kidnapped, and what would you like me to bring with me for us?” Y/n asks. So many questions I thought to myself, but still, I answered all her questions.

“We leave tonight or tomorrow kind of all depends on you. Yellowstone National Park, it’s a drive away. It’s in Wyoming. You should bring with you a sleeping bag of course marshmallows and anything else you may personally need... Oh and also bring a big, comfy blanket and pillows for if you wanna stargaze at night. Also, we will be there for a week or 2 depends on the weather and on the number of people staying at Yellowstone park.”

She was typing away on her phone during the entire time I was talking writing down what looked to be a checklist of everything she was going to need to pack and get from the store.

“We leave tomorrow! I still need to pack and go to the store to get some things I know I’ll end up needing. So how about you come by the house and pick me up say 730-8 in the morning.”

She said all with the biggest smile written across her face as if I was the first person asking her to go on a trip and do something exciting with her. Her chocolate brown eyes looking back up at me from her cell. If I was a different person, a person with no self-control, a person with no regard for others. I am telling you right now I would have just made her mine on her marble countertops. Those damn eyes were to fucking beautiful, it was like they were grabbing at my soul and going ‘Your mine now!’ They made you wanna just love and love until you had nothing left to give that person anymore.  

The next morning was wonderful, waking up and knowing that I was going to pick Y/n up and we were going camping for 2 weeks. The sunrise as I drove to Y/n house was absolutely beautiful. It almost seemed unreal that was until I drove up to her house, she was sitting on her porch all of her stuff sat next to her. Her suitcase and the rest of her luggage for the trip.

When she got up it took me a few minutes, never in all the years, I have known Y/n had she looked so beautiful. A plaid shirt some shorts that really showed off her ass, and her hair up in a high pony. She was gorgeous.

“You know a picture always lasts longer!” She said seeing as I was staring at her long enough for her to make her way down her porch stairs and to my SUV.

“Maybe I will,” I said sticking my tongue out to her. I got out helping Y/n put her things into the back. The first thing she did when she got into my car grabbed her blanket and pillow climbing into a ball fall back asleep. When Y/n finally fell asleep she did so while facing me, her long eyelashes covering her cheeks perfectly, the soft murmuring coming from her.

Several Hours Later

She woke up her eyes glistened over with sleep. “Morning sleepyhead,” I said to her she rolled her eyes. “It’s actually 2:30 in the afternoon, so it’s not the morning.” She said like she had beat me in whatever game she was playing, and was also thinking I was playing. Jeez the easy banter between the two of us was always unbelievable I thought to myself.

She pulled the blanket over her shoulder placing in the back seat, but as she moved the blanket from the front to back seat it happened to hit me in my right eye. “Great Aim,” I said, she looked overseeing that my eye was watering she started to laugh at me. “Looks like you suck at dodging!” “What, I am driving Y/n I’m not supposed to be hit with objects in the car!” We bantered back and forth until eventually the joke had been milked enough and it was nothing but a recent memory. The GPS in the background times stamp said we would make it to Yellowstone Park within the next 2 hours, so Y/n picked her phone up and grabbed the free AUX cord but not before she snapped a few pictures of our surrounding areas.

“Sure just change the music!” I said sarcasm dripping from my lips, Y/n looked over at me rolling her eyes pulling the AUX cord closer to her phone, and then plugging it into her phone. The first song to come up was Cruise a song written by Florida Georgia Line, as the song began Y/n pulled her hair down from the high pony letting her hair flow down to her shoulders. After getting comfortable with her hair being on her shoulders now she turned the dial-up causing the music to vibrate the stereo in my SUV.

After doing so, she reached rolling down her window and then reached over me her back arched and ass pretty much handing out her window. If she had stayed any longer in the position I think I might have pulled over and made her body ache for me. The smell of her perfume and her body cascading over me, a small moan escaping from my lips. She looked over at me her eyebrows knitted “What was that?” She asked, “Um.. probably my tires!” I said trying to blame the very obvious moan on something completely different.  

The rest of the trip was quiet music playing in the background. A smooth rest of the drive, with Y/ns light singing in the background. As we entered the park, the headlights of my SUV shining onto people's cars and their distant tents. I parked, looking around trying to see if I could find the little cabin-like building that I rented out the day pier. Y/n and I jumped out of the car walking to the back grabbing our personal belongings and walking to the front desk checking in. The only thing I hadn’t told Y/n was that I had gotten a cabin-like building father into the woods but not so far that we couldn’t see the parking lot.

We walked up the dirt path, the conversation quiet since I was trying to look for this building. Finally, we came up to a small, but cute building, Y/n looked over at me “Is this right Jare? Aren’t we supposed to be tenting this bitch up?” She asked, “Umm, first of all tenting this bitch up I love that! And yes this is the right building and see as this was the first time going camping together I’d thought you’d much rather be in a somewhat building then sleeping on the dirt and bugs being around.” I said.

The cabin only had a bedroom, one bathroom, a small kitchen with an island, a little living room, and a porch with a few sliding chairs. After the two of us looked around the small cabin, Y/n set her things down alongside my own. She looked around the expression of amazement crossed her face and then confusion when she noticed there was only one bedroom. I was in the kitchen packing the few food items I had packed and that Y/n had packed.

“So what’s the plan, Man?” I heard Y/n ask from behind me. I rolled my eyes at her normal antics “The plan man is to start a fire, roast some marshmallows, hopefully, smell like smoke and then go to sleep I guess we’ve got a couple of days to figure out what we wanna do during the day.” I said “FIRE!” She screamed at the top of her lungs I turned around quickly slapping my hand over her mouth “ Are you crazy? We are in the woods with other people you can’t just scream fire!” I said. She looked up at me her eyes were definitely devious almost as if she liked my hand over her mouth. The only thing that pulled me from my thought was Y/n licking my hand and then giggling when I pulled it away.

“Yes, I am definitely CRAZY jare!” She said to bring her thumbs to her temples and moving her other things while sticking her tongue. She always had a way of making me laugh. We went outside the both of us holding the necessary items to make smores and roast the marshmallows. Roasting marshmallows at 7 with the sunset in front of us only made the moment in my eye look so much more beautiful.  

After several smores, and deep conversations and very deep thoughts. We walked inside leaving the fire to die eventually, The smell of smoke sticking to our clothes, Y/n took to the showers first, and afterward, I followed getting the smell of the smoke of my hair. I walked out with my sweatpants, and a blue tee on, Y/n looked over at me “So I’ll sleep on the couch it’s small enough for me.” she said Y/n had on a pair of black shorts and an oversized shirt that had some writing across the back.

“Now you know for a fact that I’m not going to allow you to sleep on that couch. We can both fit on this bed it is a queen size bed anyways.” I said smirk just enough to feel it on my face. We had actually slept in the same bed or on my couch spooned together many times over the course of our friendship. It wasn’t something that was ever a problem.

‘Fine, Jare You win this one.” Y/n said in a sad voice but automatically her eye lite up when she climbed into the soft sheets and made contact with her skin. The moan of relief and comfort. I climbed into bed after her the comfort of and relief of the sheets also making me moan.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder bringing her body closer to mine even with it being the end of summer beginning of fall. It was rather cold in the cabin, I was deep in thought when Y/n asked me a question. “Why’d you invite me to come with you?” It was a hard question to answer without giving the real truth away, so I said “I just thought you’d wanna spend some time away from everything, and just let everything fly away.” My tone serious. “We all know that’s a big fat lie, Jared,” she said back to me, still keeping the strong eye contact almost scaring me into really telling her why.

“Okay, if you think it’s a lie then you tell me why I asked you to come with me camping?” I said. Too afraid to tell her so maybe just maybe she would really know why I had asked her to tag alongside me. “You asked me to come along because you don’t wanna do this alone anymore. Look Jared you and I have been a friend for a long fucking time you know, I wouldn’t be surprised if you loved me.” The last bit of her statement was a shocker. , something that I hadn’t been ready for.

I had never thought in a million years she would guess why I had brought her with me. The silence only gave her an answer to what she was wondering. As we laid in the shared bed hand made its way to her cheek, a simple graze of my finger over her cheek. I came down to her level our eyes connecting, unlike any other time we had stared at each other.

I guess my not so confession and the fact that we were so close together got our blood both rising, so much that I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. She looked at my eyes and then my lips going back and forth for a few seconds before slamming her lips to mine. A moment that I wasn’t sure was ever going to happen, her lips god they’re smooth, plump and so damn addictive.

Somehow in the few minutes of kissing, she had placed herself on top of my lap, my hands automatically landing on her hips. Y/n pulled away from the kiss enough to reposition herself, and to say “What took you so fucking long?” I kissed her again pulling her down closer to me. “Afraid you might not feel the same?” I asked but was rather telling her. Y/n than kissed me and came back up, “Afraid? Really that’s all you got. Well, I personally think that you wanted nothing more than to be with me for the longest of time just needed me alone.” Y/n said rather quickly coming back down to nip at a stop behind my ear.

“It would help if you took sweats off you know” She with a wink.

[naughty-teddy-innit]

Birthday Blessings

A birthday fanfic by @naughty-teddy-innit

Rating: Safe for everyone, absolutely no Smut, but much feels ♥️♥️

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Authors note // I'm sorrynotsorry. I was just struck by feels today, especially knowing that this? Is his happy ending. It's been so long since I've been able to write like this, I really enjoyed it. 🧡🧡 This is my birthday tribute to our boy. I know Tumblr is kinda quiet on the Ed front right now, but if you're around and you enjoyed this, I'd love to hear from you. 😘😘 Enjoy!

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The quiet hum of the dishwasher and the far-off muted roar of the furnace rumbling to life were the only sounds that permeated the quiet of the house, and the peace and quiet was wonderful.  Dinner was long done, the dishes and leftovers tucked away, and the guests departed. Just a small family meal, Thai takeaway and paper plates, a birthday banner and a few balloons. A simple birthday celebration, and honestly, that’s all he’d wanted anyway. In previous years, he’d have probably planned a night out at his favourite pubs, or dragged the crew out to the best clubs, but…this year?  This year was different.

“…Babe?” I’d just finally changed into my most favourite, baggy, green flannel baggy pajama pants and a stretchy tank, and made my way back down the thick carpeted stairs, in search of the birthday boy. I was more than ready for some quiet cuddle time alone, now that it was just us.

“Back room, Love.” His voice was purposely muted, soft, but just projected enough that I could make out his warm voice from across the house.  The massive Great room that was our main family living space stretched across the back of the house, behind the kitchen, and it was the comfy, cozy space where we spent most evenings.  Tangled up listening to music, or watching something on the gigantic almost-cinema-sized screen he’d had installed, it was our favourite spot.

I shook my head as I made my way through the house, very aware of the clutter that had so recently taken up residence in the hallways, kitchen, living spaces... Everywhere. There’d been so many changes in what seemed like such a super short time, but they’d been the very best kind of changes, and we’d welcomed every bit of them with open arms. I had NEVER been so sure of our partnership and marriage, our love for each other, as I was right then. One last surprise though, as I tiptoed into the kitchen, and I couldn’t help the little grin that creased my face as I quickly pulled out the tied-up bakery box I’d stashed in the back of the massive pantry earlier.  I quickly pulled a box of birthday candles from the drawer and a tray from the cabinet, as well as a couple of other necessities, and untied the box.

The recessed lights were dimmed, and as I tiptoed down the step into the room, I could see him stretched out on the massive sectional, his silky cinnamon curls the only bit of him visible over the edge of the couch. I bit my lip at the sight of him, my heart feeling so extra full, and held the tray out in front of me. I caught his eye as I circled around the couch, and his eyes crinkled into a huge grin as he took in the candle lit cupcakes and tumblers of milk I held in my hands, and laughed softly as I sang the song that went with along with them.

“Happy Birthday to you…

Happy Birthday to you…

Happy Birthday my Teddy…

Happy Birthday to you!”

 He was shaking his head with the sweetest smile on his face, and I couldn’t help but lean over to catch his soft lips in a kiss. He craned his head, and I lowered the tray, watching him quickly blow the candles out with a quick puff and giggle.

“…Not that I’m complaining, love…” He reached up with his free hand and ran his fingers along my cheek, the perfect dimples in his cheeks flashing as he grinned at me. “But you might want to watch where you’re swinging that tray. Precious cargo, innit?”

The hand that had been stroking my cheek gently dropped gently back to his chest, where our tiny little 2-week old baby girl lay cradled on her daddy’s chest, safe in his arms.

I quickly slid the tray over on to the glass coffee table, and carefully joined them on the couch, the two halves of my whole heart. I tucked my head under his, against his shoulder, and let my fingers trace the roundness of her sweet cheeks and the soft down of the strawberry blonde peach fuzz that covered her tiny head. She was perfect in every way.

His face was pure contentment, peace. A tiny fist began flailing, her mouth falling open as she began rooting, and he gently offered her his pinkie.  She suckled softly and must have quickly realized that while Daddy’s finger was yummy, there was clearly no milk to be had. Our girl was nothing if not insistent when it was time to eat, and it was clearly just about that time.

“S’alright little bug….” He lifted her very gently off his chest, one hand tucked behind her head and the other under her little bottom, and dotted little kisses on her cheeks and forehead. “Daddy’s girl needs some Mumma’s milk, yeah? Ok, here we go…Shhh, S’ok….Mumma loves you so much, she'll make it all better.”

He gently transferred her into my waiting arms, and then pulled himself into a proper sitting position. He picked up my nursing pillow from the floor beside the couch, and quickly helped me to get situated with cushions in all the right places. He always knew how to be so supportive, I never even had to ask. She nuzzled right in, and latched on, drawing soft swallows of warm milk into her tummy. We’d had a rough go the first week, getting used to the latching/breastfeeding routine, but we’d finally gotten the hang of it, and I loved the feeling of holding her close whilst she nursed. I glanced up, catching the look of wonder and love on his face as he watched her eat, and I swear, it made me fall in love with him all over again.

“My best girls.” He murmured, and I melted.

“Eat your cupcake Teddy.” I teased him. “And while you’re at it, be a good husband, and pass me mine?”

We both inhaled our chocolate fudge cupcakes, and sipped our milk, while the little Miss finished hers. Ed gently burped her when she was all done, checked her diaper and quickly changed her, and then gently tucked her back into his chest under the little knit baby blanket his mum had made her first grandbaby. His hand gently cupped her head, his thumb gently stroking the soft fuzz of her hair as she slept, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man so in love. He was made for this.

“So. Good birthday, Teddy?” I reached over, threading my fingers through his so that we were both holding our baby girl tight, and tucked my head back into his crook of his neck. 

He let out a soft sigh and peaceful smile. “Was a perfect birthday, love. Good food, family, cupcakes…”  He looked over at me, his ocean blues sparkling with love. “And everything I’ve ever, ever wanted. Right here. In my arms. I don’t know how any man could be this lucky, but here I fuckin’ am. She, YOU, both of you. I-“    He took a deep breath, shaking his head. “Best presents a man could ever ask for.”

I gently placed my finger in her teensy hand, and watched her little fingers curl tight around it. My heart couldn’t have been fuller. He was right, we were so blessed.

“Well then. Happy Birthday, Teddy.” I pulled my hand out from under his and gently tangled it into his soft curls and pulled him in for a lingering kiss. “We love you so much.”

“Here’s to many, many more…?” he grinned, and when he kissed me back, I could feel how loved and cherished we were, and would always be.

♥️🤗- L

[twdteacakes]

TWDG Oneshot Game - May 2020 Prompt

Unfulfilled Plans

A/N - So this fun challenge was created by @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale. It allowed me to go outside me comfort zone and write a fanfic including characters I don’t usually work with. Since the theme was unrequited love, I thought it would be interesting to explore whether or not Marlon had feelings for Brody before and after the raider incident. However, I personally don’t ship Marlon and Brody. I think there’s too much toxicity that surrounds their relationship, so I’d never want to see them get together. I hope the inclusion of Marlon as the central character doesn’t put people off, but if it does, then I completely understand.

“...So, after the hunting trip, I’ll lead Brody back to my office. Then, I’ll show her the picnic basket that I’ve already setup on the balcony. We’ll eat our candy bars and y’know, shoot the shit, and that’s when I’ll tell her how I feel.” Marlon finished explaining his elaborate plan.

Louis sat opposite him at the picnic table, completely slack jawed. “Whoa. I never pinned you as the romantic type, but… That actually doesn’t sound half bad. I think she’ll love it.”

Marlon’s pale blue eyes sparkled with hope and elation. “Really?”

“Yeah, dude, of course!” Louis replied, hoping to sooth his best friend’s worrying and banish any nagging doubts. “You agree with me, right, Mitch?”

Mitch was sitting to Marlon’s right, busying himself with a wood carving and not paying attention in the slightest. He paused, silver blade mid-stroke, and briefly glanced up. “Oh uh, yeah sure.” He mumbled, before returning to his current activity. 

Marlon frowned at Mitch’s total lack of interest in their conversation, since it carried so much weight and importance. However, he ultimately decided not to challenge him on the subject - after all, Mitch was never the social type.

“What about you, Aasim?” Louis asked, searching for a second opinion, as well as a way to brush off that awkward encounter.

Aasim was perched on the table’s edge with his back to the trio. The best response he could offer was a cartoonish shrug, although he seemed to be holding his tongue.

“Oh come on, you must have something to say.”

“Well… If I were you, I wouldn’t go through with it- at least, not today. The food situation is stressing everyone out, so unless you bring back something worthwhile, I doubt Brody will be in the mood.” Aasim finally weighed in with a factual response.

Marlon felt his heart sink like a lead balloon. Meanwhile, Louis scoffed and shook his head. “Alright, Mr Killjoy, thanks for that.” 

“You asked!” Aasim snapped back.

“Forget it.” Louis muttered, before addressing Marlon directly. “Dude, don’t listen to these knuckleheads, they haven’t got a clue what they’re talking about. You and Brody are gonna need to unwind, so this is the perfect time for a date. You totally got this!”

“I got this. I got this.” He whispered, repeating those words of encouragement like a mantra. A smile crept across his face, as he daydreamed about the date which awaited him - where he and Brody would relax on a red checkered picnic blanket, and gaze wistfully at the starry night sky. He had romanticised such an occasion countless times, but never believed it would actually come to fruition. But now, it was only a few hours away. He could hardly contain his excitement.

“Speak of the devil.” Louis commented, gesturing with a flick of his head at something not within Marlon’s line of sight.

Marlon glanced over his shoulder, to see Minerva and Sophie approaching the school gates, along with Brody in tow. The morning sun kissed her rich, pale skin and set her red hair ablaze. She caught his eye, and a smile painted her rosy cheeks as she waved. Marlon’s heart kicked into overdrive, and for a split second, he thought he might keel over on the floor and die.

He could feel his lips twitching and palms sweating profusely as he waved back. And just like that, their short interaction was over, and Brody turned away, returning her attention to the twins.

Marlon swallowed hard, attempting to combat the lump forming in his throat, before forcing himself to stand. His legs quivered, reduced to jelly. “Well, time to go.” He declared, his voice cracking.

“Good luck, man. I’ll be rooting for you.” Louis said, treating his best friend to a wide, toothy, confident grin.

“You’ll need it.” Mitch chimed. Perhaps he had been listening after all.

He ignored that snarky comment and gave Louis a small nod, expressing his gratitude through body language. He then collected his bow and headed towards the hunting party, even though his body was screaming at him to run in the other direction. “You three ready to head out?” 

“Think so.” Sophie answered. Brody was quiet - most likely because she wanted to get this over and done with.

“Where’s Vi?” Marlon questioned, addressing Minerva in particular, since her presence was not anticipated. 

“She wanted to stay behind, so I said I’d go instead.”

“Fair enough.” He responded, feigning interest. “Alright everyone, let’s go. We’re burning daylight.”

Minerva and Sophie exited through the gate first, while Marlon hung back. “Hey, Brody, can I talk to you after we get back?” He requested. “Privately.”

Her brow became knitted with confusion, but she masked that impulsive reaction with a pleasant smile. “Sure.”

Marlon’s heart soared, whilst he had to stifle a relieved laugh. “Great. Can’t wait.”

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“I forgot all about you.” Marlon whispered softly. He stared at the picnic basket, which had been jammed into the cupboard many moons ago, with a somber expression. Laying eyes on that object again rattled him to the very depths of his core. Why did I never get rid of it? He questioned internally. It’s just sitting here, collecting dust. Did I take the candy bars out? Ugh, I don’t even want to imagine what state they’re in now. 

I guess… I could just never bring myself to do it.

He gently shut the cupboard door and continued rummaging through his desk drawers, searching for a bandage. His arm was in bad shape, and needed immediate medical attention. He had slashed it on a piece of rebar whilst refortifying their defences, and there was no end in sight to the bleeding.

A knock at the door halted Marlon in his tracks. His first instinct was to ignore the visitor, but when they persisted in their knocking, he knew he had to take action. “Not now!” He shouted.

“It’s me.” Brody’s muffled voice replied.

“Brody- come in!”

The door creaked open, and Brody stepped inside. “What happened here?” She questioned, wearily eyeing the blood trail, and the state of disarray his office was in.

“Nothing, it’s just-” Marlon paused to take a breath, in an attempt to calm his shot nerves. “I can’t find a damn thing in here.”

“Do you need some help?” She offered.         

He slumped down in the comfy, leather, reclined chair and mopped his forehead. “Please.”

Brody walked over to the mattress situated in the corner, where Rosie was sleeping peacefully. She crouched down, and tore off a small piece of fabric from the blanket, before approaching Marlon. She floated through the delicate, silver moonlight like a ghost, and in that moment, he saw how incredibly exhausted she was. How tired her once brilliant, glistening, sapphire eyes had become.

She silently cupped his injured arm and began to wrap the makeshift bandage around the deep cut. He did not protest - the only thing that escaped his mouth was the occasional hiss, as he winced in pain. 

“It’s almost been a year.” She uttered, in the ghost of a whisper.

“Huh?” Marlon barely managed to croak out.

“It’s almost been a year… Since the twins-”

“Brody.” He interrupted, on the verge of snapping. He saw her shudder. “We swore we wouldn’t talk about that. Ever.”

“Right. I’m sorry.” Brody apologised. Her voice quivered as she blinked rapidly, fighting back tears that yearned to break free. She sped up, and finished bandaging his wound in record timing. “There, all done. That should heal in no time.” She stated, readjusting her brave-faced mask, after it had momentarily slipped. She then retreated to the other side of the desk, whilst Marlon checked her handiwork.

“So… Was there something you wanted?” He asked, meeting her skittish gaze. 

“No, not really. Well- sort of. It doesn’t matter. I should go.”

Oh. She came here to talk about the twins. Marlon thought, the realisation finally sinking in. He watched as she headed towards the door. He only found his voice when her hand grasped the cold, metal knob. “Wait!”

She froze, and glanced back at him. Misery swirled around her irises like a dark, twisting vortex, and he knew he was the source of such suffocating guilt and shame. What even was their relationship anymore? Did it have a label? It was impossible to wrap his head around. This secret… It had brought them closer together, but also driven a wedge between them. The damage was irreversible.

A year ago we were supposed to be starting a new chapter in our lives.

“...You don’t have to go. I’d actually like the company.” He stated, his tone oozing with sincerity, along with hints of desperation. Please don’t go. You’re the only one who understands- the only one who could ever understand.

Brody hesitated, torn between two choices. Eventually, her gaze settled once more on the mattress in the corner. “Rosie will keep you company. Just- try to get some sleep, okay?”

And with those parting words, she vanished. 

Although disappointed, Marlon wasn’t surprised. His crush on her had faded, but some feelings still lingered. However, he knew in his heart she would never reciprocate those feelings. Besides… Those days where he could happily daydream about picnics and star gazing were long gone.