#and gives them the perfect chance to warm up with hot cocoa and cuddles~!

[ahogedetective]

Kokichi was laughing—loud, mildly obnoxious, but wholly genuine—as they hurried through the door out of the rain. They were soaked, Kokichi hopping on one foot as he pulled off his boot and wet sock. He was repeating the process with the opposite side as he said, "It's not my fault you didn't check the weather. I knew it was going to rain!" Was it a lie? A planned prank? He would never admit it.

His sweater was pulled overhead and dropped carelessly with a splat. Only remaining in his jeans, he padded over to Shuichi, pushing the coat off of his shoulders before leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss. When he leaned back, taking an appraisal of Shuichi's appearance, he snickered.

"You look ridiculous," he teased as though he wasn't standing there half-dressed, his own hair stuck to his forehead "I'll go get you a towel if you promise you'll make us something to drink that'll warm us up afterward." ( kdksfhja there are High Chances that kokichi knew there was a risk of sudden showers that day and just kept it to himself )

"Ahhh, the one time we don’t bring our umbrellas, it rains! And of course doing so before we make it inside the house...!” Yet Shuichi was laughing right along with Kokichi as he says that, holding onto his hand tight as he runs through the rain with him.

 The kind of scenario that would normally distress him, but when it’s with Kokichi, he finds himself not minding at all, laughing it off with him like this. The moment they made it inside, Shuichi instantly closes and locks the door, panting as he also begins kicking off his boots and socks first. “A-Ahaha, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was so excited for our date today that I forgot to check! Wait, you did!? Then it is your fault, don’t pin it on me, mister!” He playfully drills a finger into his cheek as he laughs some more. He had to wonder if Kokichi actually did know it would or not, but he wouldn’t be too surprised if he did. But that was okay: speeding through the rain with him, made for a very fun closing to their little outing today.

Seeing Kokichi strip down to just his jeans made a light pink dust his cheeks, and lets him push his coat off his shoulders. He utters a soft hum into the kiss, instantly returning it right away before he gives a fond roll of the eyes at his little comment. “Says you.” He smirks, using his fingers to brush some of Kokichi’s wet bangs out of his face, before pecking his forehead and then cupping both of his hands in his own. Oh he’s sure he did, his own bangs drooping over his eyes and soaked to the bone. He was definitely going to make sure they get out of their wet clothes as quickly as possible. His smile brightens at the proposal, nodding in favor of it. “Sure thing! Ohhh, how does caramel hot chocolate sound? I bet that’ll warm up right up! And thank you in advanced for the towel! I still can’t believe we got so soaked like this. But running through the rain, laughing with you... was really fun....!”

[heartsoji]

"aEEaE!" you yelped, feeling the cold, wet sensation slide down your back. "tooru, that's so cold! the snow AND your attitude!"

tooru gave you an evil grin in return, feeling satisfied that he managed to get snow under all those layers of yours.

"oh, you are so in for it now you little shit!" you exclaimed, grabbing handfuls of snow and throwing them at him with all your might, to which he easily dodged. (babe he's a pro vb player what were u expecting)

he tackled you to the ground and proceeded to tickle the living shit out of you. on the ground, in the snow, not caring whether or not your neighbors heard your cackles and screams.

"TOHOHOHORU STOHOHOP!" you cried, trying to wriggle away.

"nuh uh!" he answered, sticking out his tongue. "what you get for calling me a little shit! it's 'prince,' 'pretty boy,' 'tooru,' 'oinkers,' 'handsome,' or 'you charmer' to you!"

"TOOHOHORU! MYHYHY PRINCHEHEEHE! STAHAHAHAP!" you yelled through your laughter.

he finally gave you mercy and a chance to catch your breath before giving you a long kiss. still on the ground, in the snow, with no regards to whether or not the neighbors were watching from their windows.

and it was perfect. his kiss made you feel so seen and loved. you kissed back and rubbed your hand on his back.

then, you grabbed some snow and shoved it into his pants and ass.

he screamed and rolled away, getting up and jumping around in an attempt to make it go down faster before wailing when it slid into his boot.

"y/n-chaAaAaAan!" he whined."you're so mean!" he let out some more incoherent whines, going on something about how he's nothing but the kindest, sweetest boyfriend to you.

afterwards, the two of you went back inside to take a bath, have some hot cocoa, (extra whipped cream for tooru! and those little marshmallows. only the miniest ones will suffice.) cuddle, and watch a movie.

it was warm.

the apartment, the blankets, the couch, the hot cocoa, tooru. they were all warm as could be.

of course, your heart too.

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Sweaters, Snowballs, Cocoa, and Kisses (Wanda Maximoff x ADD!autistic!reader)

*Not my GIF.

Summary: (Y/N) doesn’t like extreme temperature, but Wanda really wants to play in the snow, so do the other Avengers. Along with that, Christmas is coming up. Basically a fluff fic with a small amount of angst.

Request: Not this. I’ve got one, but it’s angsty. I need fluff.

Warnings: Meltdown/shutdown, fluff, a small dash of angst, Christmas, some Hallmark-y sappiness.

Word Count: 2823

Note: Some wintertime fluff in May. Why not? And Pietro and Vision are alive because I say so.

You hate winter.

It’s always so cold and it makes you shiver even thinking about it. All of that cold snow, hypothermia, frostbite, not to mention the slippery ice. You’re so scared you’re gonna fall and break a bone. You’d much rather admire its frosty beauty from within, sipping hot cocoa and wearing comfy pajamas, cuddling up with a loved one, watching old Disney or holiday films.

Your crush, Wanda on the other hand, LOVES winter. And you love her. But shy little ole you hasn’t worked up the courage to talk to her. Every time you try, or even think about trying, you feel the butterflies of love all a-fluttery in your tummy. Your cheeks turn into red roses. (Not literally, of course. That’d be EXTREMELY concerning) You feel yourself stumbling over your words, even in your mind. Not to mention you get weak at the knees. Social skills aren’t exactly your strong suit as it is, so this extra layer is just....it makes you feel embarrassed. 

And no one can blame you. Wanda caught your eye immediately when you first joined the team. She has such a softness about her, even if she seems slightly aloof at times. You’ve heard her playing guitar and singing while passing her room at the compound, and your heart just about stops whenever you do. She has the voice of an angel. Her laugh is made of sunshine and rainbows. Her voice as soft as a marshmallow pillow. So much more inviting than even the beautiful, but biting, winter wind.

Not to mention; Wanda loves wearing fluffy sweaters in December. They always look so soft and warm and.....how you long to just snuggle up against her on a couch by the fire in comfy pajamas and fluffy slippers while watching a cute holiday film or an old Disney film. Maybe even give her a cute little peck on the cheek. But shy little ole you chickens out all the time. 

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And then one winter day, there are no missions. No training. Nothing.

You’re using your light powers, one of your powers, to decorate the place with Steve and Bucky when Peter bursts in with snow clothes for the whole team.

“Guys!” he exclaims excitedly. “It’s so beautiful outside. We should go out and play!”

As much as you hate the winter, his enthusiasm is contagious. Wanda looks up from her book.

“I love that idea,” she smiles. “Pietro and I used to play in the park whenever it was safe to go out in the winter.”

Her brother zooms inside, startling Peter.

“I heard my name?”

“I was just mentioning how we used to play in that park in Sokovia in the winter,” she says. “Remember? Mama and papa would make sure it was safe before taking us. Even if it was for only a few minutes, it was always so fun.”

“And that one time I hit you square in the face with a snowball?”

“I got your TV night pick after that,” she giggles.

Your mind begins to wander as Wanda and Pietro talk a bit more about winter in Sokovia. You think about just how beautiful, how adorable, how dreamy, how......perfect Wanda is. You’re so distracted that you almost don’t notice Bucky stumbling on the ladder. Luckily Pietro rushes over to stop him from falling. 

“Steve, (Y/N), you two need to be more careful.”

“You’re one to talk about careful, Needy for Speedy,” you joke.

All of a sudden, you hear that cute little giggle. You look to see Wanda smiling at you. Immediately you go weak at the knees and your cheeks are the reddest they’ve ever been. Even your nose is red.

“You’ve got a little something on your face, Rudolph,” “Need for Speedy” jokes back at you, smirking as he sets Bucky down.

“What’s going on?” Nat asks as she enters dressed in casual attire.

“It’s so beautiful outside,” Peter says as he finishes reorganizing the clothing that Pietro startled out of his hands. “I was thinking we should have a snow day! You know? Go outside and play!”

“That sounds kinda cool,” Nat shrugs. “I’m down.”

“Count me in,” Bucky adds.

“I mean, it can’t be colder than the ice I was frozen in,” Steve shrugs.

“I’ll go too,” Pietro agrees.

“I talked to Mr. Stark, Dr. Banner, Clint, and Thor,” Peter tells the rest of you. “And they said they’d be up for it as well. Vision told me he’ll hang back. What about you, (Y/N)?”

“Oh,” you exclaim. “I’m....I’m not a fan of winter.”

“Ah c’mon, kid,” Steve says. “We won’t be out for too long.”

“It’s just....well, I’m sensitive to the really cold and really hot and I’m scared of slipping on the ice,” you admit sheepishly. “It’s okay. I can stay back with Vision.”

“I don’t want you to miss out, though,” Peter tells you. “You’re part of the team. I mean, Vision is too, but I don’t know how he reacts to the snow, so I’m okay with him staying behind if it means he stays safe.”

“When we come back, we could have a movie night and hot cocoa,” Wanda suggests. “One of the best parts of winter is warming up after being out in the cold. If you want, you can hold onto my arm if you’re scared of slipping when we’re walking to the park, (Y/N). And if it gets too cold for you, you can just let me know and I’ll go back to the compound with you.”

You didn’t think your face could glow any redder. You thought wrong. Wanda actually said your name. To you. And she’s offering to help you.

“I, uh....” you stammer. “Wanda, you....you really don’t....you shouldn’t waste....”

“I want to,” she insists kindly. “You seem really sweet.”

Oh Lordy Lordy-Lord....you feel like you’re about to faint. The butterflies are extra fluttery today. Why is an angel like her wasting her time on someone like you? You have no clue. 

“I-I mean, if....if you’re sure....” you stammer on. 

“Of course,” she smiles. “It’s like Peter said. You’re part of the team as well, and I don’t want you to miss out either.”

You nod. 

Maybe a little too much.

“Okay, that’s enough, Bobbly McBobble-Head,” Pietro jokes with a knowing smirk. “Let’s get ready.”

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Soon enough, you’re all bundled up and on your way to a park just a small walk from the compound. Despite Wanda supporting you, well actually because of Wanda supporting you, you still feel like you’re slipping because you’re so weak at the knees. This leads to you apologizing to her every few seconds.

“You have nothing to apologize for, (Y/N),” she tells you gently.

How is she so patient? How is so sweet? How is she so compassionate and understanding? So many questions like this plague your mind as you slip to the park. When you arrive, everyone else is getting right to playing. Nat, Steve, Pietro, and Bucky are all in an intense snowball fight. Tony and Peter are building a snowman together. Clint and Bruce are sliding down the hill on sleds. 

“I think I’m going to make some snow angels,” Wanda muses.

“But you’re an angel already.”

The phrase somehow slips out of your mouth and into her ear. Her face turns red and she giggles, her nose scrunching up.

“I was right. You are sweet, (Y/N).”

You’re like a snowman in summer, about to melt at any moment. Wanda helps you get onto solid and steady ground before heading off to make snow angels. For several moments, you just stand there. Here you are, out in the cold, because an angel of a woman wants to make sure you’re included in the team. The thought is just.....surreal.

You end up kind of just walking and standing around for a while. You’re extremely worried about how you’re going to react to the snow if you sit in it, let alone lay down in it. You end up kind of just drifting off into a walking daydream; one day, you want to work up the courage to admit your feelings to her. You’re worried about being rejected, but at the same time, you don’t want to lose that chance. There’s always a chance that she might have feelings for you as well. There’s always a chance.

“Yeah,” you say to yourself. “There’s always a cha--”

THWACK!

A stinging burst of cold hits you square in the face and brings you out of your thoughts. You find your vision obscured by snow. Immediately you go into a panic. Your chest tightens up and your breathing becomes shallow and rapid, your heart beating wildly. Tears well up in your eyes. Instinctively you drop to the ground and begin to rock as you hear footsteps rush over.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” you hear Bucky exclaim. “I swear I didn’t mean to hit you.”

You wince and make a small squeak as he tries to put his hand on your shoulder. 

I wanna go back, I wanna go back, I wanna go back.

“Back up,” you hear Nat tell them. “Give them some space.”

“Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go,” you repeat as you rock.

Then you remember. 

“And if it gets too cold for you, you can just let me know and I’ll go back to the compound with you.”

“Wanda!” you cry out, your tears almost freezing to your face. “Wanda!”

In moments she’s at your side. 

“It’s going to be okay, (Y/N),” she tells you gently. “It’s going to be okay.”

You finally brush the snow off your face, but the experience has still left you feeling panicky.

“Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go,” you repeat.

“We can go back to the compound,” Wanda assures you. “Come on. I’ll take you back.”

You blink out the snow that remains in your eyes and reach a hand out to Wanda. She gently takes it and helps you up. 

“(Y/N), I-” Bucky begins.

“Bucky, I don’t think this is the time,” Clint says. “They’re clearly overwhelmed.”

Wanda leads you out of the park, trying to make sure you two get back as quickly and safely as possible.

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The two of you arrive and take the elevator. Wanda helps you out of your snow clothes.

“Is there anything else I can do to help?” she asks you.

“Cocoa, cocoa, cocoa,” you repeat as you take off your snowpants.

“I’ll get started on it,” Wanda tells you.

Once the snow clothes are off, you head to your room and throw off your clothes, changing into warm pajamas and fluffy slippers. You impulsively rub your arms to get the heat back in them, and you place a warm wash cloth on your face, the tears still rolling down your face.

You flop onto your bed and let the silence and warmth cover you. It’s not too hot, but it’s definitely not freezing-cold. That’s when the realization hits you. Wanda Maximoff, your crush, walked you back to the compound and is doing what she can to help you through your sensory overload. And now it’s just you and her in the compound.

Well, it’s actually you two and Vision, but he was staying back anyway. 

About half an hour later, there’s a knock on the door.

“(Y/N)? I’ve got your hot cocoa ready.”

It’s Wanda. Your heart is pounding fast and the butterflies have returned. Trying not to get weak at the knees, you wobble over and open the door. There’s Wanda with a mug of hot cocoa and a plate of something. And she’s wearing one of her fluffy sweaters; this one is holiday-red and has a snowflake on the front.

“You okay?” she asks. 

You nod. 

“Y-yeah.”

Your cheeks turn absolutely rose-red.

“Are you sure?” she asks. “It seems like you just get so wobbly around me.”

So she has noticed! 

“I....Wanda, I.....I’m....” you stammer. 

She smiles kindly.

“How about we go to the lounge and talk?”

You nod again, and the two of you head to the lounge, decked out in holiday decor. Wanda sets the hot cocoa and plate, which you now see is full of Christmas cookies, on the table and sits on the couch. You wobble to a spot next to her and sits down. For a few moments, you say nothing. The butterflies are at maximum flutter by now. 

“Just tell her, you blushing idiot!” you think to yourself. “Just tell her that you’re in love with her!”

You gulp.

“W-wanda?” you ask.

“Hm?” she responds curiously.

You try to gather up what to say. 

“Um.....I.....I’m.....you.....with.....love.....in.....” you begin, stumbling. “For a.....been...long time.....in love....I’ve.....with you.”

Wanda smiles kindly.

“I know,” she says matter of factly.

This somehow comes as a shock to you.

“How.....?”

“I’m a telepath.”

You mentally facepalm yourself. Of course! How could you forget?

“I think....no, I’m almost certain that I’m in love with you too,” she replies. “I’ve seen you interacting with the others and you’re just so sweet and shy and adorable.”

The color returns to your face with a blush. 

“You....you really are? Why didn’t you say anything?”

She shrugs. 

“I guess I wanted to hear it be said in your real voice. And I suppose I was a little nervous to approach you.”

“You? Nervous? To approach me?”

Wanda nods. 

“Do you want to cuddle with me?” she asks.

You nod, moving in timidly. Thankfully Wanda lets you take your time and you slowly lean in close until your face grazes her sweater. Your head immediately drops on it, beaming. It’s even softer than it looks. Wanda smiles at you as she offers you a blanket, which you graciously accept. 

“So....are we, like, a thing?” you ask her.

“Do you want to be?” she asks.

You glance away, feeling shy and nod slightly.

“Yeah....I’ve been in love with you for a long time now.”

“Then we’ll be a couple.”

Your heart is beating wildly, all sorts of happy thoughts flying through your heart and your head. You and Wanda cuddle on the couch for a while when something catches your eye. You look to the ceiling, and right above you and Wanda, is a sprig of mistletoe. She notices and looks up.

“Oh!” she exclaims smiling, her face turning red.

You two look at each other, both of your faces rose-red. 

“Oh my.”

You hear Vision’s voice and turn to see him entering with another plate of cookies. 

“I’ve heard that mistletoe is used to ward off witches and demons. Also that lovers are to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“That’s what I’ve heard,” you shrug, trying to stay calm. 

“Steve told me to hang it there,” Vision admits. “I have to wonder if he knew this would happen.”

Wanda giggles again.

“I imagine he knew something would happen.”

She glances to you.

“Do you....want to?”

Can your face get any redder? Apparently. You nod hesitantly, leaning forward, uncertain of how to approach this. After some blushing and contemplation, you decide to just go for it and give her a sweet peck on the lips. You feel fluttery and on Cloud Nine. Wanda leans in and gently places a kiss on your lips, longer than a peck. You can taste a small scent of frosting, almost as sweet as she is. Slowly she pulls back. 

“I love you so much,” she replies softly with a gentle smile.

You turn your face away, but she gently guides it back. 

“No need to hide,” she assures you. “I love to see your beautiful face.”

The two of you look at each other for a while.

“I...I love you even more,” you reply.

“No, I love you more,” she giggles, booping your nose.

It twitches like a little bunny rabbit’s in response. 

“No, I love you more,” you smile, booping hers in return, and she also twitches it like a little bunny rabbit’s nose.

“No, I love you more.”

“No, I love you more.”

“I love you to the ends of the earth.”

“I love you to the moon and back.”

“I love you to the moon and back times one-hundred.”

“I love you to the moon and back times one-thousand!”

“I love you to the moon and back times one-million!”

“I love you to Pluto and back times one-billion!”

“I love you to the ends of the multiverse and beyond!”

This goes on for some time. Sure, it’s sappy, but you love it. You two end up in a fit of giggles and nose-booping before turning on some classic Disney films and cuddling up close. By the time the others return, you and Wanda are falling asleep to The Winnie-the-Pooh Movie with you leaning your head on her sweater and smiling. 

The others may know that you and Wanda are a thing. But how you two became a couple? That’s between you and her. 

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[bukojuiice]

baby it’s cold outside. katsuki bakugo x reader) christmas headcanons🎄

ೃ pairing: (katsuki bakugo x reader)

ೃ requested by @swankiifiied​: “hi! could i get some holiday fluff hcs w/ bakugo please?” (your wish is my command! :D hope you enjoy bub!)

ೃ  warnings: cursing (courtesy of Bakugo)

ೃ genre: fluff overload!!! ♡

ೃ    my ongoing bakugo x reader smau (please do give it a read if you have time!) my writing masterlist (if you want to see more from me! c:

)ೃ  i know i’m a day late for christmas and i’m really sorry aaa hope you guys still enjoy nonetheless ♡ tysm for 500 followers!!! it really means a lot to me and i can never thank any one enough for all the support and love.

ೃ song inspo: baby it’s cold outside (cover by Jamie and Gaho)

✧ MATCHING CHRISTMAS SWEATERSSSS!!! You would be probing and forcing Bakugo to wear this cute couple sweater set you saw in the Mall for you guys to wear for Christmas Dinner with your family. However, Katsuki will 100% disagree with your idea before you can even finish your sentence. 

  "No way in hell am I wearing some shitty and itchy fleece sweater with you." 

“SUKI-KUN PLEASE I BEG YOUUU DO IT FOR THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT.”

  You eventually got your way though. But, instead, you had to make a deal with your explosive boyfriend that he would be the one to choose the designs imprinted on your sweaters.

  Although it was a "risky deal" at least you still get to be cute and lovey dovey with him. 

  He ended up choosing some rather unique designs. His sweater was colored black with white skulls in Santa hats printed and plastered in every part of the garment. It was very Bakugo and it looked really really hot good on him. 

  Yours on the other hand, was the exact opposite of his (although the designs are a couple set) with it's lavender color, Rainbows and cute little white bunnies wearing Santa hats sprinkled everywhere... It was very girly and cutesy. 

 He's teasing you relentlessly because of how childish your sweater looks, and you snap back at him by saying that he was the one who chose this in the first place and you tease him back by saying "As long as I get to match my outfit with you I wouldn't want it any other way." 

  This catches him off guard as he blushes furiously from your quip.

  It also didn’t help that Bakugo thought you looked really hot cute in your sweater too and how it complimented your figure. Making him even more tsundere than usual. 

 As soon as he arrives at your Christmas eve dinner, your younger cousins/siblings quickly crowded around him. Showering him with compliments, asking him to showcase his quirk, asking him if he could play with them, what training to become a  pro hero is like, and what is life like studying in UA. 

You try to tell your cousins/siblings to pipe down and give your boyfriend  some space but they continue to circle around Katsuki. Pretending not to hear you.  

There was no way out of this and at the same time, Katsuki wanted to impress your family in his own little way so he pompously asks the children to follow him out to the backyard. 

You follow suit to see the mayhem and to see a heartwarming scene unfold. Not until your cool wine aunt pulls you over to tell you that you scored a good one and he looks like a keeper. You couldn’t help but smile as you quickly head out to the yard. 

You continue to admire the scene of seeing Katsuki interact rather kindly and gently to your younger cousins/siblings. It was an unusual sight. 

“Katsuki-nii-san!! Come back for New Year’s and use your quirk to light up our fireworks and new year crackers pretty please!!!”

Especially coming from Katsuki Bakugo. As he was very quick-tempered.

Your cheeky little cousin brought out a mistletoe from her bag and waved it in front of you and Katsuki. She couldn’t hold the mistletoe under the two of you because of how small she was, but she was still pushing the two of you to kiss at the presence of the small plant. 

You and Katsuki catch each other’s gaze, and stop to look at each other for a moment waiting for one another to make a move. He looks away, his mouth forming into a pout, trying his best to avoid eye contact with you so it doesn’t look too obvious that he was blushing.

He certainly wasn’t going to make the first move so you approach him dutifully at the behest of the peering eyes of your younger cousins/siblings and tiptoe to peck him on the cheek. 

The kids all simultaneously squealed in excitement. They jump for joy and began to sing in unison a song they made up on the spot: 

“(Y/N)-nee-san and Bakugo-nii-san under a mistletoe! K.I.S.S.I.N.G.!!!”

Once all the splendor had died down, and all your relatives went home, Katsuki had decided to stay for the night with the permission of your parents as you would be visiting the Bakugo’s in the morning too and the two of you could just go together. 

Your family goes up to their respective rooms to rest, leaving you and Bakugo downstairs in the kitchen to clean up a few other things. This was the perfect moment for the two of you to finally have quality time with each other specially after an entire night of socializing.

“Hey (Y/N)... Do you want some hot cocoa?” He says begrudgingly, scratching the back of his neck.

You were screaming internally. This is the first time he’s ever offered to cook/make something like this. (As the only time you’ve seen him cook up to this point was the curry incident during forest training camp.) “Yes please!!!”

You watch him make magic in your kitchen, as he carefully pours milk into both of your cups then proceeds to whisk cocoa powder and sugar, then finally, he heats both of the mugs up. 

While he continues to create what looks like the tastiest hot chocolate you have ever seen, you suddenly remembered a joke that has been in your mind since the start of December. 

“Katsuki-kun... I have a joke. A Christmas joke at that.”

“Don’t even fucking try.”

“Come onnnnn just hear me outttt.” You look at him with your most cutest puppy eyes and signature smile.

“Fine. Do your worst.”

“Okay so... what is the most attractive drink?”

“Forget what I said. Don’t you dare continue your shitty—”

“A hot chocolate.”

“(Y/N) that is the worst fucking joke I’ve ever heard in my entire life. If you think of one again, then your corny ass is never going to have a taste of this hot cocoa ever again.” He says seriously, piercing you with his death stare as he hands over the mug. 

“Ahahahah fine. This will be the last time. I promise.” You laugh sheepishly, taking a sip of the hot cocoa and immediately feel a rush of sweetness and exquisite taste from just one sip alone. “Katsuki-kun! This tastes amazing!! This is the best hot chocolate I’ve had in my entire life.”

“Of course it’s going to taste good. I made it.”  He ruffles your hair, his lips curving into a smile because of your reaction to his cooking. 

You grab his hand and take him to the living room. The fireplace still lit up, with a classic Christmas movie (Love Actually) playing on the TV, and a comfy and soft blanket sprawled upon the couch. Perfect for the two of you to wrap around yourselves and a perfect chance to cuddle with him. 

You sit down on the couch, then Katsuki sitting down beside you shortly after as he swaddles the blanket around the two of you. 

You scoot closer to him to the point that you could feel each other’s body heat as the two of you began to snuggle. 

It was rather an awkward position as Katsuki had no idea where to hold you and this was all pretty much still new for the both of you. You give him a comforting smile and a supportive nod. 

You hear him grunt quietly as he props himself up from the couch.  You adjust to his new position too and this time, you were lying on his chest. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close.  It was soft and warm. You could feel his strong trained muscles and a faint scent of his cologne. 

“Thank you for tonight. For getting along with my family and for spending time with me like this. I really appreciate it.” You snuggle even closer to him, whispering softly. 

“Yea yea.” He says in a slight tone of annoyance, trying to brush you off. “Anything for you. And besides, I enjoyed seeing your cousins/siblings stare in awe because of my quirk anyway.” He adds, this time in a sincere and affectionate tone as he plays with your hair again.

The two of you begin to drift off into sleep, the two of you bathed in each other’s warmth in a cold Christmas night and life has never been better. 

- Fin.

[mypoisonedvine]

First Chanukah Together (Night 8) | Ari Levinson x reader

summary: Ari gives you an unexpected Chanukah present

word count: 1811

warnings: smut (with some overstimulation and a very slight housewife kink?), fluff… overall just pure self-indulgence my friends

You couldn’t imagine a better way to spend an evening than cuddled up with Ari on the couch, drinking hot cocoa with marshmallows, each of you reading your respective books (even though you were sort of struggling to focus on it with the weight of his arm around you).

As his hand rested on your thigh, his thumb gently stroked back and forth, barely moving but making you smile to yourself at the subtle contact. Another sip of cocoa warmed your chest before you set the mug aside along with your book, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's thick torso.

"Hi beautiful," he greeted softly, setting his book down as well to hug you back. "Wanna move to the bedroom? I have something to show you."

"Ari, if you wanna have sex you can just say so—"

"No," he laughed. "Well, I mean, yeah but that's not what I was talking about."

"Oh," you sat up, "okay. What is it then?"

"I'll tell you in a second, okay, just come with me," he instructed as he got up, keeping your hand in his as you trailed behind him.

When you reached the bedroom, taking a quick look around to see if any obvious surprise was waiting, he turned to face you with a smile on his face.

“I know we didn’t really do presents this year," he explained, "but I got you something anyways.”

“Ari,” you smiled shyly, “you didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

“I didn’t get you anything!” you protested. “I wish I had a present to give you.”

“Your present to me can be saying yes,” he suggested as he pulled the small velvet box from his back pocket and knelt down onto one knee.

“Ari…” you whispered, too shocked to say anything else. He grabbed your hands and clutched them with his own as he looked up at you.

“I know it’s soon, and a little sudden,” he sighed, “but being with you— it’s like a dream come true, really. You make every day so special and after spending my first Chanukah with you, I can’t imagine spending another with anybody else. I didn’t even know how happy I could be until I met you, and if you let me, I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you that happy.”

You were speechless as you tried to process all this, watching him open the box to reveal a ring, the details of which you were unable to notice, opting instead to look at his face— his eyes sparkled brighter than the diamond, anyhow.

“Marry me?” he offered, almost sounding nervous, as if there was any chance you’d say no.

“Of course,” you nodded, “Ari— yes, I— yes!”

He grinned, maybe wider than you’d ever seen him smile, as he slipped the ring on your finger, standing up and pulling you into a tight hug.

"When did you—? How did you—? What?!" you stammered as you laughed.

"I got it yesterday, and I just couldn't wait any longer," he explained as he looked down at you, his own eyes watering a little. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," you answered softly. "Why did we have to come to the bedroom to do this?"

"So I could give you your engagement present," he grinned as he picked you up and tossed you onto the bed.

You yelped in surprise but happily let him tug at your jeans, lifting your hips so he could pull them down and toss them aside. Next was your sweater, and he'd barely gotten it over your head before he was kissing you again, grabbing your tits in his big hands, slipping his tongue between your lips.

"Please," you whimpered against his mouth.

"Whaddya want, pretty girl?" he asked quietly.

"Get naked," you pleaded as you tugged at his shirt, making him laugh a little.

"Alright," he agreed as he reached down to open his belt, that clinking sound of metal on metal making your hips wiggle instinctively. You were too busy staring at where his cock threatened to pop right out of his boxers to watch him unbutton and toss aside his shirt, or to notice as he leaned in to capture your lips with his again, his hand cupping your jaw and holding you close. You felt his necklace brush against your skin as he laid you down on your back, his body swallowing yours as he wrapped his arms around you.

You could feel his cock (still clothed, aggravatingly) pressing between your legs when you arched your back, making you moan while he lightly bit down on your bottom lip. "Please fuck me," you sighed, quiet but certainly audible as he grinned deviously.

"I love when you get desperate," he taunted, moving down to kiss your neck as his hands explored your body, stopping on their way to tease your nipples lightly.

"Fuck, Ari," you shivered.

"Beg a little more and maybe I'll put this cock in you, hm?" he teased, smiling against your shoulder before giving it a gentle bite.

"Ari, baby, please," you sighed. "Need you so much… want your come in me, please."

"You're getting there," he encouraged.

"I can't believe you're gonna be my husband," you smiled breathlessly as you tried to process the realization. "I wanna be your wife so bad."

That certainly got his attention as he moved back up to kiss your lips again, much more intense and dominating than you expected. "You're gonna make the perfect wife," he groaned, "with the way you open your legs up for me all the damn time."

You breathed in through your teeth as he pushed his boxers down, guiding his cock over your folds to find them completely soaked.

"I didn't know I was so conventional," he admitted, " but the idea of a pretty little wife waiting for me at home, wet and ready whenever I want… fuck, you're too good to me."

You moaned as he pushed into you, your head falling back onto the pillow. He liked to watch your face when he went in all the way, memorize your expression: overwhelmed with pleasure, just the slightest hint of pain twisting your brow as he stretched you open. Still, he waited for your nod of encouragement before moving, your lips falling slack as his cock dragged against your walls just right. "Ari," you whimpered, clutching his shoulders, "you feel so good inside me, fuck…"

He already knew exactly how to take you apart, and he was clearly making sure you knew it with the way he pumped his cock right against your spot, rubbing your clit with his calloused thumb. Your grip on his arms tightened, as did your grip somewhere a little more personal. "You like that?" he prompted.

"Yes," you agreed fervently, "right there, fuck."

He kept up his pace, not quite speeding up yet but slamming into you a little harder, hitting a little deeper.

"Fuck," you cried when he pushed so deep inside you that you saw stars.

"Yeah, that's how you want it, right? Want me to fill you up all the way, til there's none of you left?"

You were totally speechless, all you could do was nod and whine as he sped up the circles he was drawing on your clit. He played your body like an instrument, finding every spot until you were sobbing and begging incoherently. "Don't stop," you managed to get out between gasps.

"Not gonna stop, wanna feel you come on my cock," he purred against your ear, his deep voice sending shivers up your spine.

"Fuck, won't be much longer then," you laughed breathlessly. "God, you're so fucking good…"

"I know you love it so much," he grunted, "go ahead and make a mess for me baby, come for me…"

He was coaxing you through it but his words were distant and fuzzy as pleasure made your thoughts cloudy and your eyes heavy. Heat washed over you and you melted into him, your body tensing up all over before suddenly releasing and going limp beneath him.

"Yeah, just like that, fuck," he grunted, thrusting faster into your overstimulated body. "Look so pretty when you come… and you get so fuckin' wet, you hear that?"

How could you not hear the loud squelching noise that filled the room as he fucked you? You could feel wetness coating the inside of your thighs, too, and probably making a wet patch underneath you on the bed.

"Think you can do it again, pretty baby? I wanna see you come again."

"Ari," you pleaded with a whimper.

"I bet it won't take you long if I touch you like this," he posited, moving his thumb in quick swipes over your clit in the exact way that made your thigh shake uncontrollably.

"Ffffuck," you shuddered, trying to push his hand away only to have your wrists caught in his grip and held above your head. Funny how being helpless to him made you moan instantly, arching your back as your nipples hardened suddenly.

"Oh, you like it when I remind you that I'm so much stronger than you," he grinned. "Want me to have my way with you, little wifey?"

"Please," you whined as you bit down on your lip. He slammed into you again, hard and fast with just the right balance of brutality versus tenderness; and he was right, your second orgasm was well on its way, in part because the first one hadn't ever really finished.

"Want me to fill you up with my come? I'm close," he grunted his warning.

"Yes, want it in me, please," you moaned, shifting your hips so he could more easily fill you to the brim. He wasn't always the most vocal in bed (certainly very talkative, but often suppressing his sounds to just labored breathing) but something was different about tonight— he was making the most beautifully addictive sounds with every thrust, staring down at you with a darkness tinting his blue eyes. Just as the second wave really hit you hard, he came with a moan of your name, each hot rope of his come inside you accented with a pulse as the base of his cock, making you shiver and wrap your legs around him. You were so out of it from the intensity of your pleasure that you floated somewhere between sleep and consciousness as he pulled you closer, cradling you in his arms and planting a few soft kisses on your neck and cheek.

"I love you," you mumbled into his chest through the thick fog in your mind.

"I love you too," he returned, his words clearly moving through a smile.

That was the last night of your first Chanukah with Ari. And to think you were worried it wouldn't be special.

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Photographs, Cuddles and Hot Cocoa (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: Happy birthday, @flowers-in-your-hayr​ 🎉 May your day be the most beautiful! 🌺 Hope you’ll enjoy this silly thing I wrote. And @maggiescarborough​, thank you for planning this special challenge.

Of course, I chose an Ivar's moodboard. And now it’s Christmas in May 🎄

Once again, I wholeheartedly thank you, @inforapound��. You’re the best beta ever. And my friend 🌷

Obviously, the moodboard belongs to you, @flowers-in-your-hayr​ 😉

Summary: You’re tired and wanted to cuddle but Ivar’s got other plans. You’re not thrilled.

Warnings: fluff with no plot; Ivar may be a little OOC, sorry about that.

Words: 2066

"Ivar, where are we?"

Looking around, frowning, you don't even try to hide how annoyed you are, your head resting against the car window. He gives you an amused smile, the pad of his thumb stroking your cheek.

"You don't remember? I thought you'd recognize this place."

He seems slightly disappointed, which doesn't help your mood. Because you should be the disappointed one. Well, you probably are. More disappointed than he is, anyway.

"No, I don't."

He lets his hand fall back into his lap, clearly surprised by your increasingly irritated tone.

"Just look around, love."

"That's what I'm doing, Ivar! I'm not sure what you want me to say. That we are in the middle of nowhere? Okay, we are!" Blowing up, you raise your voice. "I'm not stupid, Ivar! I know we're on the heights of Kattegat, not far from the chalet since we didn't drive long. But we could be anywhere! It's white, white and white! There's snow everywhere!!! How am I supposed to recognize this fucking place, Ivar???"

"Okay, take it easy Y/N!" Smiling, he squeezes your knee. It's infuriating how he can stay calm on the rare occasions when you're the one who gets angry. "Remember, we're on vacation and we've got all the time in the world. Just tell me… what's wrong?"

You soften in spite of yourself when his forget-me-not blue eyes peer into yours.

"Imtiredandwantedtocuddle." You mumble, suddenly shy and embarrassed, sucking on your lower lip.

You're speaking the truth. Christmas Day with Ivar's family had been surprisingly successful. Sigurd had behaved, Aslaug's cooking had been, as usual, scrumptious and the gifts appreciated. Your somewhat grumpy lover had even been cheerful – well, most of the time. So yeah, everything had gone well. But it had been exhausting. Waking up at dawn, baking a cake, a two-hours drive to Kattegat, a whole day of smiling and keeping the conversation going, you and Ivar eventually had arrived at the Lothbrok's chalet very late last night, for a well deserved week's holiday, just the two of you. And this morning, all you wanted to do was cuddle, wrapped in a thick blanket. But here you are now, wearing your brand new snow suit, in the middle of nowhere, at the insistence of Ivar, your stubborn fiancé.

Ivar stifles a chuckle, scrunching up his nose. "Fuck, I love your pouty face, Y/N!"

Sticking your tongue out at him, you can't help but close your eyes, purring with delight as his hands cup your face. You love him so fucking much.

Still, you're not ready to admit defeat. Not just yet. "I'm not that easily bought, Ivar!"

Flashing his trademark smile, he gives a peck on your forehead, laughing. "I know, love!! If I promise tons of cuddles later, will you be less angry?"

"Maybe." A whisper escapes your mouth while a faint smile appears on your face. As much as you'd like to, you can never stay mad at him for long.

"Then I promise." His voice is soft now, his smile genuine, his eyes full of love, and you know he won. You'd do anything for this man, for his happiness.

Intertwining your fingers with his, you bring his hand closer, kissing it gently while releasing a light sigh. "Okay, let's start again." You stop, glancing around one more time. When you speak again, there's not the slightest hint of annoyance in your voice. "Mind telling me where we are? Because I swear to you, I don't have a clue."

Leaning forward, Ivar points at a snowy tree out on the right side of the car. "Doesn't that oak remind you of anything? Really?" Frowning, he looks truly astounded, maybe disappointed too. Realizing that you probably unwillingly hurt his feelings, you stare out at the winter scenery, paying particular attention to the majestic old tree. And it just hits you. Shit.

"Oh gods Ivar, I'm so sorry… Of course I know where we are. But you know, with all that snow, I had no bearings. Yet I should have known. Oh gods, I can't believe I didn't recognize…" Stopping your useless rambling, you can't help but cringe, mentally scolding yourself. Your hand grazes his cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. Swallowing hard, you lower your gaze, slightly ashamed. "I'm so sorry, Ivar. That's our tree."

Your tree, which regally overlooks a small pond. This is your little paradise. Your secret place, where you first kissed eight years ago, after he gave himself to you like never before, revealing all his fears and insecurities. Your secret place, where he proposed to you last summer, crying in your arms, gobsmacked that you said yes.

"Yes, our tree." Smiling softly, Ivar grabs his camera from the back seat. "I'm glad your memory returned, I was beginning to wonder if this place meant as much to you as it did to me." He winks at you, but you can see concern in his eyes. Ivar will never be completely sure of your love, no matter what you say or do, because he thinks he doesn't deserve it.

"It's the best place in the whole world, Ivar." You reassure him, your hand barely squeezing his thigh. "I'll gladly forego a long cuddle session if it means spending an hour here with you." Tilting your head, you reach out, fingers skimming his jaw, before kissing him tenderly. You're the first to pull away, looking intently into his eyes. "Now tell me, my love, why did you choose to come here today? If this is about asking me to marry you, you remember I already said yes, right?" Chuckling, you pepper light kisses over his face as he wraps his arm around your waist, drawing you closer.

"Actually, I've wanted to take pictures here during winter for a long time." Backing up just enough to show you his camera, he gives you one last peck on the lips. "I've never had the chance since we usually only come here in July or August. So yeah…", he shrugs, looking sorry, "that's why I rushed you a little bit this morning. But just look…" Getting excited, he gestures wildly, showing you the scenery around you. "All this fresh snow, it's beautiful. And the brightness today is amazing. A perfect day for perfect pictures. It would have been a shame not to come."

His words bring a broad smile to your face. You love seeing him like this, passionate and committed. Photography is his happy bubble. A world where his legs don't matter, where he doesn't have to compete against his brothers. A world which taught him patience. And gods, he's good at it! One day his pictures will be exhibited, you're sure of it.

Scratching the back of his neck, he scowls for a second, his hand squeezing yours. "I realize just now that it was silly to bring you here. You could have stayed at the chalet. Shit Y/N, I'm sorry. Do you want to wait for me here? You could stay in the car, so you won't get cold. I promise to be quick. What do you say?"

Shaking your head, you put on your woollen gloves, your pompon beanie already on your head. "No way, Ivar. Of course I'm coming with you."

Your hand on the door handle, you give him a questioning look. "Where do you want to go? At the risk of repeating myself, there's snow everywhere."

"I know that," he giggles at your obvious, rolling his eyes. "We'll go to the pond of course, where else?"

Doing a double take, you stare wide-eyed at him. "To the… pond?" Your high-pitched tone giving away your unbelief, you see Ivar furrowing his brows.

When he speaks again, it's with an expressionless face, apprehension clear in his voice. "That's what I said, yes. Is there a problem?"

A problem? Of course there is. The truth is, there is a problem. A long list of problems.

First, walking in the snow is always challenging for Ivar, his leg braces and his crutch. And right now, even the wheelchair friendly path leading to the pond is nonexistent, covered with a thick layer of snow.

Second, it's too cold out here. Too cold for his legs, which will stiffen in no time, causing him terrible pain.

Third, he woke up this morning unwell, wincing, swallowing with his orange juice a double dose of painkillers while complaining about how the previous day had been stressful and tiring.

You're about to talk, to explain, when you catch his pleading eyes. He knows exactly what you're thinking. There isn't a sound out of him, but it's not necessary, you can't miss the silent question in his gaze. “Please. Don't."

Overwhelmed with mixed feelings, you remain silent for a minute. You hate seeing him in pain, struggling to take a step and knowing he'll pay for it later makes you sick. Yet, you don't want to be the one clipping his wings. You can't be the one restraining him. You're his lover, not his mother. Your task is to trust him, be there for him no matter what, not to coddle him. You have to remember that your high school sweetheart is not as reckless as he used to be. He knows his limitations as well as his abilities. He's learned not to overwork himself.

Biting your lip, you release a shaky breath. "I won't." Your whispered answer to the question he didn't ask brings a faint smile to his face. He nods, closing his eyes for an instant, relief written all over his face. "Thank you."

***

"I'll be right there, love." Leaning heavily on his crutch, Ivar slowly crosses the kitchen, heading to the open-plan lounge, two mugs of cocoa in his free hand.

Getting up off the couch, you rush to him, a warm smile on your lips. "I got them." Reaching out, you quickly grasp the cups, putting them on the coffee table before returning to him.

As soon as you slip your hand on his waist, he wraps his arm around your shoulders, a gesture expressing a sign of affection as much as the need to be helped.

He's in pain and exhausted. You know it, you see it but it was worth it. His radiant face, his joyful exclamations, his childish enthusiasm were worth it. Watching him taking pictures for almost two hours, his eyes full of stars, raving about the pristine white landscape was worth it.

"Here, careful." You don't let go of his arm until he sits down, cursing under his breath. "Don't tell me 'I told you so', please,” he mumbles, hiding a wince as best as he can.

Kissing his forehead, you laugh, shaking your head, “How could I? I've told you absolutely nothing,” before grazing his left leg. "May I take off your braces?" Knowing that he trusts you and he won't mind, you get to work right away, gently removing the heavy contraptions. He gives you a grateful smile as you carefully lift his legs, helping him to settle on the wide couch before snuggling against him, the both of you tucked up under a fleece blanket.

The crackling fire, the invigorating cocoa, the warmth of your man, the love you feel, your two beings radiating happiness and those cuddles you were craving for, everything is perfect.

You're dozing off when Ivar breaks the silence, his fingers brushing your side. "How about a bath?" You lazily raise your head, yawning and stretching. "Hmm… A relaxing bath… Sounds like a good idea,” you say, as your hand lightly rubs his thigh, feeling each and every knot.

Sighing with relief, Ivar sits quietly for a while before grabbing your wrist, his suddenly husky voice startling you. "No… not necessarily relaxing… See… that's what…" sucking on your earlobe, he's hard to understand as he puts your hand on his crotch, "… I was thinking about."

Bursting out laughing, you playfully squeeze his cock. "Is that so? Well, all you can think about is sex, right?"

Hand on his chest, Ivar gasps, playing that he’s offended, making you laugh even more. "How can you think so little of me? Of course not! All I can think about is you, Y/N. I just can't help it, you're so beautiful. And so fucking perfect!"

Gods. This is your man. And he's so fucking perfect too!

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Avalance comforting or taking care of each other maybe when they’re on their periods

thank you for the ask n hope you enjoy!

-okay so ava, being a clone that's 2213's idea of the perfect woman, probably most of the time doesn't have super horrible periods,, just like,, by design it's not really something she has to deal with

-it's def still annoying though so sara tends to do little things to help and make it less annoying. like she'll make ava a bunch of tea n gives her a bunch of cuddles (ava doesn't really ask for them n she's usually not super miserable but also,, sara knows and ava's never really gonna deny being cuddled)

-one time though ava has a period that's like,,, super bad and it's never happened to her before so it's like,,, kinda by chance n very much by surprise, and ava feels like she's gonna die cause it's bad and she's never experienced smth like that so it just,,, feels like death warmed over

-sara feels super bad bc ava is just,,, absolutely miserable like,,, it's heavy and the cramps are the absolute worst and just,, everything else and she's just all around not having a good time

-sara makes her so much tea and makes sure ava always has stuff to like,,, ease the pain. she gives her a few heating pads too, and lots of chocolate and any other period cravings. the legends have the week off that week bc sara just wants to stay with ava n take care of her so she just gives them the week off so that she doesn't have to worry abt captain duties. she p much cuddles ava all week like,, holds her, rubs her back/stomach, gives her a few massages n all that

-after it's over ava breathes a sigh of relief and says she never wants to do that again and then asks sara if she's ever had a period as awful as that and sara just runs her fingers through ava's hair and says "yup"

-sara it kinda depends. some are worse than others. either way she usually tends to just push through it for the most part like,, she's kinda had to for a lot of her life so she usually does it out of habit

-ava still does whatever she can to make it easier though. it's most of the same stuff sara does but obvi with some differences n variations. like sometimes sara's good with tea n other times she just really wants a nice steaming mug of hot cocoa cause it was always a comfort drink for her

-sara's cramps are usually like,,, not great like,,, no cramps are great obvi but usually sara's are on like,, the worse end. and sara usually pushes through it like it's nothing because pain is something she's used to, but like,, she also thinks that sometimes it feels super nice to just be held and cuddled for a while through her cramps

-like ava can usually tell when the cramps like,,, get bad/worse or just like,,, when they start getting to her so she usually ends up pulling sara aside n makes her stop what she's doing for a while, especially if it's not super important or anything n just lays with her in bed for a while n gives her like,,, some ibuprofen or aspirin or pamprin or w/e and then just cuddles her for a while while sara takes a lil nap

-when she's on her period sara's usually super tired by the end of the day, especially after missions bc it takes more effort to function when you feel kinda shitty, so she always ends up passing out super early all week, cuddled up close to ava's side n wearing like,,, her comfiest clothes (which are actually just one of ava's hoodies and then like,,, v fluffy sweatpants/lounge pants)

-the biggest things for either of them when they're on their periods is basically just,, tea/hot cocoa respectively and then lots of cuddles. it def doesn't fix everything but like,, it makes them feel less shitty (especially the cuddles,, the cuddles help a lot,, they both love cuddles)

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Hello everyone! I'm so happy to host a new event for my blog! It has been a while since I made one of these writing events, and I hope you will enjoy it! I've organized it to celebrate my blog hitting 4.7k followers!!! This is unbelievable, tbh, I have no idea what you guys are doing around here, but thank you so much for it anyway!!

So, for the coming weeks, I'll be writing your requests, that you can send me using the prompts I'm proposing in this post, under the cut! I hope you'll have fun!

 Carole, what is going on now?

 For this event, I'll be answering some prompts! The idea is simple: you choose one of the characters I write for and a few prompts, and I will write a one-shot for the character you have chosen, using the prompts you have chosen. You can also indicate more details that you would like to be included in your request (a specific AU or situation… ). It's super easy, and it makes you choose what I'll write for the next 2 or 3 weeks!

 How do we request something?

 In order to send a request, all you have to do is send me an ask through my inbox (please, do not use the dms, it is much harder to manage for me and I will probably forget about your request…). You can choose between 1 and 5 prompts amongst the prompts listed below the cut. The prompts are pieces of dialogue, and it will be my job to imagine a scenario where the characters use these lines. Choose also a character. It has to be a character in my masterlist (at the exception of Billy Russo and Regulus Black, their requests are closed). If you're a little shy, don't hesitate to switch on the anon function, I will still accept your request! Please, only ask for one request, because I want to write for as many people as possible.

And that's it! Super easy, isn't it?

 A sum up?

 In order to get a one-shot:

-Choose a character in my masterlist (except for Billy Russo and Regulus Black, their requests are closed)

-Choose between 1 and 5 prompts that you would like to see appear in your one-shot. There are 100 of them, and they are all gathered below the cut! No need to send me the whole prompt, just send me the number corresponding to your prompts!

-Send me a message through my inbox (no private messages)

-You can only make one request, so choose wisely ;)

-You can ask as an anon if you're a little shy

-I'll be working hard on your request, so a little nice message or at least a 'hello' would be lovely :)

 The requests will be open for 48 hours (September 8 – September 10 2020), and they are open beginning… right now! The duration for the opened requests for the event might change, depending on how many requests I receive.

Please, be understanding that there is no way for me to judge if this event will be popular or not. If I receive too many requests, I won't be able to write all of them. I'm sorry if I don't have time to go to your request, please, be understanding if that happens. But maybe I'll have time to write all of them! It is hard for me to judge beforehand.

I hope you have fun with this event, and thank you all again for your support!

The prompts for the event are listed below. For a few of them, they might include several lines. All prompts are given a number, all you have to do is send me the number corresponding to the prompts you want, no need to type the whole thing in the ask.

Have fun!

NB: I have no idea why so many of those give off some serious idiots in love and idiots to lovers energy, but… it happened…

 1."KISSES!"

 2. "You are too far away."

"I am literally on the couch with you..."

"But are you in my arms? No. See? Too far away."

 3. "If you weren't so cute, I would break your legs right now."

 4. "Wait… are you jealous?"

 5. "Stars and tequila. It's perfect."

"No. Stars, tequila and you. That it perfect."

 6."I think I've made a mistake. Very big mistake. The kind that makes me wonder if I should escape to another country..."

 7. "I WANT MY COOKIES!!"

 8. "Maybe I love you a little too much, and that's why it hurts sometimes."

 9. "Does it hurt?"

"Not that... OUCH!"

 10. "I can't believe you got punched in the face."

"For you. I got punched in the face for you."

 11. "It's dark, and it's late, and I'm cold and I'm drenched with this freaking rain and yet all I can think about is that I love you."

 12. "I know you don't love me. It's okay. I will be whatever you want me to be."

 13. "You don't need to love me for me to love you, you know? That's not how loving works. It would save us all from a lot of pain if it did."

 14. "What do you mean you have a date?"

 15. "I propose that we get excessively drunk and then ruin our lives as a consequence. Sounds good?"

 16. "I'll always be here for you. Don't you know that by now? That I'll never leave?"

 17. "I think we need... to make something explode."

 18. "I'm pretty stupid, aren't I?"

 19. "Huh... is that my shirt you're wearing?"

 20. "I miss you. I hate it. I hate you. I love you."

 21. "I'm proud to be with you."

 22. "So... huh... are we gonna mention that you've just snogged me or...?"

 23. "What do you mean lying to your family about us? What do you mean you need a 'plus one'?"

 24. "I have only one thing to say: that is the stupidest idea I've ever heard. Let's do it."

 25. "Huh... were you going to... propose?!"

 26. "Will you marry me?"

 27. "Look... I don't mean to be blunt but... you and me, it's a forever kind of thing. And there's no escape from that."

 28. "Fate? Me loving you, you think it's fate? Nah, it's not fate. It's a choice. I choose to love you and to give you everything I own and everything I am every single day. And that's why what we have is true love."

 29. "Do you have ANY idea of how worried I was about you?"

 30. "I think you've just… puked on my shoes."

 31. "I swear, if you die, I'm going to kill you."

 32. "You're perfect."

 33. "I love you. Do you think you could ever love me too?"

 34. "Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles!"

 35. "I'm sorry. For everything. I'm not going to ask you to forgive me though, cause I know that I don't deserve it."

 36. "Just… shut up and kiss me."

 37. "Please… stay."

 38. "But if you leave now, what am I going to do with the rest of my life?"

 39. "I don't want anything but you."

 40. "You deserve so much more than what I can give you."

 41. "I wish I did, but I don't deserve you."

 42. "You make me so happy, it hurts a little."

 43. "What if we don't make it?"

 44. "Are you… are you bleeding?"

 45. "I… I'm begging you… if you must kill someone, then kill me. But please, please… let him/her go."

 46. "I can't lose you."

 47. "What do you mean… you're pregnant?"

 48. "You are so annoying…"

 49. "You're an idiot. I love you."

 50. "Don't leave me. Don't ever leave me…"

 51. "Well… that was hot."

 52. "So… good morning?"

"We're in the same bed. What the fuck are we doing in the same bed?!"

 53. "I mean, we don't have a choice… there's only one bed. And I am not sleeping on that dirty carpet."

 54. "Us being together, it's a terrible idea."

 55. "LOOK! IT'S SNOWING!"

 56. "This is the worst Halloween costume I have ever seen."

 57. "Promise you'll always love me."

 58. "I need your word. Promise me that you'll come back to me."

 59. "So… does that mean… farewell?"

 60. "I think we’re excellent at making memories.”

 61. "Did you… did you sleep with him/her?"

 62. "Where are you?"

 63. "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"

 64. "Dear God… I'm surrounded by idiots…"

 65. "I don't want you to go with him/her. I want you to choose me instead."

 66. "What if we stayed in bed all day?"

 67. "You fool! Fear my wrath!"

"Babe, you're threatening me with a broccoli, it is not very convincing."

 68. "Karaoke night!"

 69. "I am full of surprises!”

“Sadly, yes, you are...”

 70. "Dance with me. Please?"

 71. "I would do anything to convince you to give me a chance."

 72. "I know it's hard. I know that life keeps on getting in the way. But I love you. I love you with my entire being, and I'm willing to fight for you. I'm willing to fight to keep you."

 73. "Are you… are you crying?"

 74. "Stop stealing my blanket!"

 75. "Happy New Year!"

 76. "Merry Christmas!"

 77. "Is that for me?"

 78. "Happy birthday!"

 79. "So… is that… a date?"

 80. "What do you mean it was a date? It wasn't a date!"

"Of course, it was a date!"

 81. "Well… that… was a good kiss…"

 82. "I'm a complete moron! I'm an idiot! I am the epitome of stupidity! It took me forever to realize it, but now I see it, and I'll be damned if I let you walk away. Because it took me all that time to realize it, but I love you. I love you so much. It's always been you."

 83. "Are you drinking my cocoa?"

 84. "Please, just… hold me. Please, hold me close."

 85. "I'm cold."

"I'll keep you warm."

"Nice try!"

 86. "It hasn't stopped snowing. We're stuck. We're gonna die."

 87. "I AM NOT DYING HERE! IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE! WITH YOU!"

"I know that the important information here is that we're gonna die, but I'm very upset that you don't want to do it specifically with me. Why not? I'm a dream!"

 88. "Can I try some of your food?"

 89. "I should have told you long ago."

"Tell me what?"

"That I love you."

 90. "I am not going through a thirty-hours drive with you. There is absolutely no way."

 91. "I used to hate you. Then, I simply disliked you. Now, I hate you all over again."

"Well, the feeling is mutual. But maybe it'll change."

 92. "I really like you."

"I love you."

 93. "Well, if you really were that clever, then you would know that I love you!"

 94. "You have fever, you need to drink this. Come on, now."

 95. "I just… I feel like I'm truly myself when I'm with you. I want to be myself when I'm with you. So now, if you're scared, don't call it love yet. But whatever you want to call it, it's incredible, and I'm not going to give up on this. I'm not going to give up on us."

 96. "You're my home."

 97. "Why is summer so hot?! I'm melting!"

 98. "Have you ever felt like… memories get attached to a word and they almost change their meanings? Like… whenever someone says 'apple' I think of my grandma's pies, to the point that I almost forget that they're talking about the fruit. Well… your name… it's the same for love. When I think of love, I think of you."

 99. "What wish did you make?”

“To spend the rest of my life with you.”

 100. "If you only let me spend the rest of my life with you, I'd be happy with that. I don't ask for anything else, really. My life is complete as long as you're in it."

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Peter Parker - Friday Night

This is just fluff. Without any plot, fluff. And steamy make out. But fluff. FluFf.

Plot: you want to have a quiet Friday night, and Peter is just swinging by to make it better.

The microwave was, in your humble opinion, one of the most addictive things in the world. You could spend minutes and minutes just watching the seconds run by, and when the final countdown finished, you would always jump surprised; just like you did in that moment.

You took the hot chocolate out of the machine, hoping the warm milk would cheer you enough to feel like doing anything. Between college, family and things not going your way, you needed time to yourself to relax and not worry about late appointments and missed dates. The house was quiet – thank God the neighbours – and the only sound that you could hear were your socked feet making its way to the living room. Your other three roommates were out of the apartment for the day. One in a rugby game, other having dinner with some friends and the last one out for the night partying. Which left the apartment for yourself.

With a judgemental look, the open laptop stared from the other side of the couch where you were sitting, but you decided to ignore it and take one of the books that you had bought months ago. One knee up on the couch, the other resting under your butt, it was the perfect position to enjoy the warm chocolate and the book.

Until there was a noise in the window of the fire escape, and you felt like screaming your lungs out. With determinated steps, you were ready to throw the kid that had decided to knock on your window as fun to the ground. It wasn’t the first time, and probably wasn’t the last, that your neighbours let their sneaky kids out in the fire escape, and they decided to come and play by your apartment.

The bunch of not so nice words died in your tongue when the window opened, and showed a blushing Peter Parker sneaking in. He was wearing his normal clothes, although you could see the web shooters under his sleeves.

You waited until he had closed the window to talk.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as a greeting.

“Hey” Peter smiled at you, and your anger subsided. “I heard – Cassidy told me you were alone tonight, and I thought that, uh, you could use some company? Unless you were doing something – which is fine! I understand if you’re super busy with –“

“I wasn’t doing anything important” you cut him off.

It was hard to say no to Peter Parker, and you had known that since you had met him in the school’s yard trying to get back the car that some kid had stolen from you. Four year old Peter, in his shortest glory, tried to get it back only to be kicked into the sand by the older kids. In the process, he had broken your car and had thrown you to the ground with him. But then, Peter had apologised and asked if he could play with you.

And you learned that you could never say no to him. Even if your peaceful evening was probably going to be ruined by the talkative boy.

“I thought you were spending the night with Ned?” you raised a brow at him.

“Yeah, I was” he chuckled, shifting into his feet. “But I see him daily, and Cassidy might have told me that you were down? But don’t tell her I’ve said anything, cause she gets really scary when she’s mad. And she told me not to… “

Peter started rambling about your roommate a mile per hour, and you felt yourself relaxing with the sound.

“You want a hot chocolate?” you interrupted Peter.

That was how your relaxing evening took an unexpected turn. You put more milk with cocoa and vanilla in your microwave, listened to Peter talk while it heated and plopped back into the couch with him.

It had been at least two weeks since you had seen him, and now that you thought about it, you had missed Peter like crazy. College was a new experience for both of you, and even if you were close enough to visit each other every day, you were too busy with assignments and exams to talk through the phone. He was living with Ned in a boy’s dorm, while you were living with your cousin and two of her friends. They were nice, and you almost considered them your own friends, but you missed your old life from time to time.

Peter was the image of that. He hadn’t changed, he never did. He still had the same untamed curls and the soft freckles that splashed his cheeks, wore the same baggy nerd t-shirts and talked at the same speed. It felt nice, suddenly, to have something else than just the sound of your socked feet on the ground.

“So, what are your plans for tonight?” you asked once he was over talking.

“Well, since I passed molecular biochemistry with an outstanding” Peter wiggled his brows and you gaped at him. “I thought some Star Wars and Thai?”

“Why haven’t you told me before?!” you half yelled, intending to sound indignant but letting the proudness escape through your words. “I can’t believe it! You said you did it horrible!”

“Yet I nailed it, because I’m a – hey!” Peter tried to protect himself with his hands, but he received a second blow with the yellow cushion you were holding. “Okay, stop! I’m sorry! I wanted it to be a surprise!”

Peter erupted into a fit of giggles that made your stomach turn, and you propped yourself with your knees to keep hitting him with the cushion. The chocolates were forgotten in the coffee table, the milk slowly becoming colder and colder. But you didn’t care, because you had your boyfriend with you and it was the best way of relaxing that you had even met.

In the blink of an eye, the yellow cushion was thrown across the living room and you were pushed forward, until your chest met Peter’s and you were squished into his body, sitting on him. He didn’t give you time to talk, and pressed his lips against yours with the need of a person who needed another to live. He tasted like the chocolate he had sipped from before, and like mint. Your body almost became lax against his, and you responded to the kiss with the same love.

Your hands moved to the back of his head and brushed the skin of his baby hairs, making him shiver slightly. There was no hurry, nothing else to do or to care for, so you let the moment last as long as you could. Peter ended up rocking you against him, moving your hips forth and back and creating pressure against your bodies.

One of his hand fell from your waist to your ass, and started moulding it, while the other sneaked under your t-shirt.

“You know” he said when he broke apart, his lips never leaving your skin, but talking against the border of your lips. “I think we both deserve a reward”

You didn’t bother in answering, but hummed as his lips made it’s way down your neck. He left a slow trail of gossebumps as he carried his lips along your skin. His hot breath made you shiver against his hold as his lips ghosted over your pulse point.

Once more, his lips moved back to yours, until they were locked again. You expected him to kiss you as hard as he had done seconds ago, but Peter’s kiss was as soft as his cheeks and he left you with your mouth parted when he teared away.

“By watching Star Wars and ordering Thai” he finished, with a small teasing smirk on his face. “What did you think, you dirty girl?”

“I can’t believe you did that”

You pouted and slumped against him, until your head was tucked between his shoulder and neck. Peter chuckled and dragged his hand back to your waist, drawing a lazy circle with his hand on your hip.

“You’re a menace” you argued. “I don’t know why I let you inside my house. I’m gonna ban you”

“But if you ban me I won’t be able to do this”

One of the perks of having a superhero boyfriend, was that he could move you around as if you were made of hair. Peter hoisted you up from under your armpits and swayed you over so that both of your legs were hanging from the armchair of the couch, and your head was resting fully on his shoulder. He had you wrapped around his arms, one under your knees and the other behind your back, just below your hips. It reminded you of a way someone cradled a baby, but you didn’t complain.

Peter managed to take his phone from his jacket’s pocket and typed something in the screen while you let the shock of the movement wear off.

Finally, you relaxed in his arms and cuddled closer to him.

“This is nice” you muttered, and closed your eyes. The chocolate drinks were long forgotten in the coffee table, but you felt much more like Thai, movie and Peter.

“I know” he turned his head, and without tearing his eyes from the screen, he kissed your hairline. “Food will be here in twenty minutes according to Just Eat. Any Star Wars preference?”

You didn’t say anything, only moved closer to Peter. And hoped that by any chance the delivery guy could make themselves into the apartment, because you didn’t want to move from there in a really long time.

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if anon hasn't swung by yet, i'm here to ask what happens when remy realizes when he's in love with patton

Yes hello!! Welcome to: so you’re a gay bastard who’s just met a literal ray of sunshine who’s as fluffy and soft and sugary sweet as a marshmallow. falling in love’s inevitable, but how does the gay bastard recognize when it’s happened to him??? come find out!

set in the Mindscape because I Said So

Remy exists as a function of Thomas

Most functions just live in the Imagination but he’s active enough he gets his own room with the sides

(Technically it’s just a guest bedroom that’s in Thomas’s house- Remy took the memory of it and put it in the mindscape to use, which is why Thomas can never accurately remember the room or its layout when he’s not in it sjdbfhjsd)

That’s not super important but I wanted to say it

Anyways

Remy interacts with the other sides, of course

He doesn’t always get on amazingly with all of them, though

As a technical ward of the Imagination, Remy feels… slightly awkward dealing with Roman or Remus extensively. It’s not like he can’t, it just feels off

He and Virgil can be snarky and sassy together but they also clash a good amount when it comes to bedtime for Thomas

He’s not really ever up against Logan or Deceit, and they get on well enough, but it’s not like they click like natural friends or anything (shocking, I know, given my losleep agenda, but shhhh I haven’t gotten to the good part of this bullet fic)

Patton, however, is the exception

Sure, Remy may not be a happy-pappy optimist like Patton is, but surprisingly enough… he appreciates Patton’s brightness, his sunny outlook, his big smiles and sweet offers

And Patton is surprisingly accepting of Remy’s snark and sass and snap. He finds them amusing, enjoys entertaining his quips and returning them with puns and wordplay and giggles

Their friendship’s a quick-formed one, one that’s usually found chatting in the kitchen while Remy abuses the coffee machine and Patton bakes, but also in the Commons watching various shows you’d never expect them to watch, and in each other’s rooms when it’s late and they should be sleeping but they can’t for one reason or another so they waste the time sipping hot cocoa and talking together instead, and more

It’s good. They’re good.

Remy really should have seen this coming

He has a lot of chances to fall in love with Patton

And he takes all these chances very happily

But there’s only one where he realizes that he’s fallen, and fallen HARD

There were many moments that could have been ‘the one’

Like one of the few times he chose to bake instead of just watch with his coffee, him complaining about the mess while Patton laughed and showed him how to do it

They always ended up with something edible smeared on his face- chocolate or frosting or cookie dough, just a touch normally dashed against his chin or cheeks

And that always ended with Patton carefully wiping away the substance (and once or twice, on more memorable substances, kissing it off- normally when it was a smear of Patton’s favorite cookie dough)

One of those times, when Patton and Remy’s faces were stupidly close, Patton tenderly wiping away whatever mess was left on Remy’s face, Remy’s sunglasses useless to hide his gaze when this close, eyes both on each other, would have been a perfect time for Remy to remember that he was very gay and Patton was very cute

But he normally only remembered the ‘very cute’ part without any context, and another day passed with him left in self-ignorance

He could have realized it one of the times a movie marathon of cheesy romcoms (Remy and Patton both loved the cheese for different reasons) ran long and Patton fell asleep against him, head against Remy’s shoulder and body tucked against Remy’s side

He only got closer to Remy the longer he was asleep, but that was okay. Remy knew a sleepy Patton was a cuddly one. He just wrapped his arm over Patton and held him closer

Patton was always mumbling something when he was sleeping, which was cute, Remy had considered, cute how he scrunched up his nose as he thought before spilling out nonsense words and phrases

Cute how he would smile at whatever his sleepy thoughts were

Cute how sometimes he’d just… happy wiggle. Remy wasn’t sure why, but one minute Patton would be pressed against his side and the next he’d be doing a lil wiggly-shake and then he’d be back to trying to meld his body with Remy’s. It was cute.

Eventually, Patton would open his eyes, just a little, looking tired and sleepy, blinking blearily at Remy but not trying to move away from his side

He’d ask what had happened, when he’d fallen asleep, and Remy would just chuckle quietly and run a hand through Patton’s hair and say it’s alright, go back to bed, he’d take care of it

And Patton would just nod and lie his head against Remy again and be asleep almost immediately

And soon enough Remy would slowly, carefully, gently pick Patton up and move him to his bed, staying just long enough for Patton’s blankets and sheets to warm up and mimic his own warmth- hence making Patton willing to release him- before leaving

And if he lingered a moment in the doorway before leaving, wishing he could stay, could curl up with Patton and kiss his forehead and fall asleep with him?

Well… Patton was warm and cute and cuddly. Who wouldn’t want to sleep and cuddle with him? That was a Normal Friendship Thought to have. It didn’t mean anything!

And once more, His Sunglasses Make Him Oblivious Remy strikes again

Incidents similar to the baking ones and the sleepy ones continue to happen

Remy spends a good two hours doing nothing but trading horrible puns with Patton because they make Patton giggle and chuckle and LAUGH and for some reason Remy just realized he could listen to that laugh for weeks and if puns causes it… then puns he shall tell

He learns to do basic sewing because Patton accidentally rips his catigan a lot and yes Patton can sew and he does fix his own tears but Remy likes to sneak in and fix them when Patton’s busy (Patton always gets excited, later, having decided that he’s got some sort of guardian angel looking out for him but unsure who. Patton’s happiness over the whole thing’s enough for Remy- he never admits it’s him)

When Patton’s doing something/is distracted, Remy will sneak up behind him and pick him up and spin him in a half-circle and Patton will giggle and Remy will never feel more alive than he does every time he does it

There’s a lot of moments like these, where Remy turns into an absolute sap over Patton doing something as impressive as Smiling, and yet Remy throughout it all, Remy refuses to just realize ‘oh hey shit I’m in love’

Finally, however, not even Remy’s thick dark sunglasses and mindset of ‘what is love (baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more)’ can stop him from realizing how lost he is on this boi

It all happens one late night

Remy’s sleepless and up and wandering

He notices, eventually, that the light’s on in Patton’s room, and he figures, hey! late-night buddy, let’s say hi

The hi was well-timed, but not for the reasons Remy had hoped

Remy peeks in the crack and finds that, yeah, Patton’s up, but he’s also hugging a body pillow and his eyes are a little red and there’s a tiny bit of sniffling and okay someone’s not having a good night and for once it’s not Thomas as Virgil slowly goes through decades-old memories

Remy had been looking for someone to goofy off with at two am but now it is Comfort The Fluffball time and he is READY for this mission

He doesn’t go in immediately- pulling away and quietly making his way downstairs first, quickly making two mugs of hot cocoa, putting in plenty of mini marshmallows in Patton’s (and bringing the bag of them as well, for when Patton inevitably wants to snack on them)

Then he goes back upstairs, lightly bumping Patton’s door with his foot until he hears a loud sniffle and Patton hastily whisper-shouting to give him a moment

Remy waits, listening to the shuffling noises, well-aware that Patton’s cleaning his face off, trying to hide his self-perceived sin of feeling bad

Eventually, the door opens, Patton’s eyes still red as he refuses to meet Remy’s, aware the function has likely already guessed he’s not doing amazingly

His eyes light up, a bit, however, when he sees the cocoas and the marshmallow bag beneath Remy’s elbow and Remy’s gentle ‘I’m here’ smile, and Remy feels his heart light up at that

Patton lets him in, taking his mug and the bag of marshmallows from Remy as he does so, moving back on to the bed and leaning against the body pillow he had been crying into a moment ago (Remy can tell because the top of it’s damp) and he gestures for Remy to join him

And Remy does, sitting down right next to him, pressing against his side and resting his head against Patton’s

They don’t speak, just sipping their cocoas and being close

They’ve talked about it before, Patton’s tendency to repress his bad emotions and isolate himself from help

And Remy knows Patton’s trying

Patton letting him in is trying

So Remy’s not going to talk about it, because that’s not what Patton needs now. He needs to be able to be safe with someone. To be comfortable, to be un-judged despite the tear tracks on his cheeks

Remy’s halfway done with his cocoa when he lightly bumps Patton’s foot. He’s wearing bright mis-matched socks whereas Remy’s got black ones with coffee cups on them, the steam coming out of them in the shape of z’s (Patton gave them to him, and ever since, Remy’s always worn socks at night)

A smile twitches onto Patton’s face as he bumps Remy’s back

It’s small

It’s important

Eventually, they finish their cocoas

Patton places his mug on his bedside table, automatically accepting Remy’s and moving it there too

He takes the marshmallow bag, then, pulling a few out and squishing them between his fingers as he pops a few in his mouth

Remy smiles, watching Patton amuse himself with the marshmallows for a moment before asking, softly, ‘do you want to watch some tv? or do you think you’re ready to go to bed?’

‘bed’ Patton answers immediately. he knew the question was coming. Remy always asked it on nights like this.

‘of course’ Remy answers easily, beginning to stand up, moving to take the mugs away and part with a few words of reassurance and a reminder that Remy’ll find someone to cover making breakfast in the morning, please, Patton, sleep in

He’s stopped when Patton grabs his arm, just lightly tugging on his arm and pulling Remy back to sitting beside him

‘please stay’ Patton asks, quietly, but still fiercely, as if if his voice wasn’t strong enough, his want for this not there enough, Remy would say no (Remy knew he never would’ve so much as dreamed of saying no)

‘of course’ Remy repeated as the moral side tossed the marshmallow bag onto his bedside table. ‘how long do you want me to stay?’

‘until- I mean- until I fall asleep?’ Patton settled on, hesitantly

Remy frowned as he gently reached out, cupping Patton’s cheek with one hand. he didn’t press, since he knew Patton wouldn’t tell him what he really wanted if pressed. he’d clam up and stick to his lie. he had to be given time.

Patton leaned the slightest into the touch, letting the silence hold for a moment before he said, quietly, ‘I don’t want to be alone’

‘you won’t be’ Remy murmured back, easily coazing Patton into his arms, happy to let the moral side fold into his chest, pressing himself ever closer to Remy as Remy held him ever tighter

He slowly tugged Patton over, pulling Patton’s duvet over the two of them as he settled them down amongst the pillows of Patton’s bed, the lights in his room turning off at Remy’s mental urging

Patton moved with him easily, happy to be held, snuggling close against Remy and tucking his head beneath Remy’s neck and tangling their legs together and more or less enuring that Remy wouldn’t be getting up until he did (not that Remy minded)

Soon enough, they were still, Patton breathing deeply, very quickly falling asleep as Remy rubbed circles into his back

‘hey, Remy?’ Patton asked, words slurring as he fought the call of sleep to say whatever he had to say

‘yeah, babes?’

‘thank you, for... for everything’

Remy smiled, a stupidly sappy smile, safely hidden in the dark. ‘of course, Pat. always happy to help.’

Patton hummed in agreement to that, nodding a bit against Remy’s chest. when he didn’t say anything more, Remy thought he had fallen asleep, until Patton said one last thing,

‘I love you’

It wasn’t that surprising- Patton had said it before, and so had Remy, normally after Remy had complimented Patton’s cookies or after Patton showed a complete lack of shame for a rather terrible pun- but he had never said it like this before, so quietly, so simply, so meaningfully

It took him a moment to collect himself enough to respond, and by then Patton had fallen asleep, but it didn’t matter, because Remy still said it,

‘I love you too’

And that, dear reader, is when Remy realized just how heavy the weight behind those words was

That’s when Remy realizes he’s in love

Anddddd because I’m a bastard (and also tired and said I’d post this today) that’s where this ends, even though I now remember the question was ‘what happens when Remy realizes he’s in love with Patton’ and not ‘how’ he realizes, but shhhhhhh enjoy what I gave you

And like,,,, I’m not saying I’ll give this a part two if y’all want to see what happens after Remy finally comes to terms with the fact that he’s in love with the sun, but like... I def will just hmu sometime sdfjsvfsdf

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Chapter 15: Sparks Fly, Pt 2

Snow cuddled against him, as they turned the corner and walked along Main street with his arm slung firmly around her.

"Cold?" he asked, with a chuckle.

"The winters here are just about as miserable as they were back home. But I guess cursing us to a place with sunny beaches would have been too pleasant," Snow mentioned. He chuckled and kissed her hair.

"I'll keep you warm," he promised. She smiled up at him.

"You always do," she said, as they were so absorbed by each other that they almost didn't see Kathryn barreling toward them.

"Oh…Kathryn," she said. The other woman glared at her.

"Well, I should congratulate you on the success of your article," the blonde said, as she held up a copy of the Storybrooke Mirror.

"My article? I didn't write that," Mary Margaret refuted.

"Oh no...but do you really expect me to believe that it wasn't you that fed these lies to this reporter!" Kathryn hissed.

"She didn't...we don't even know who this August person is," David insisted.

"Then why did he write these things!? You were my husband! I didn't make it up!" she shouted. He sighed.

"Maybe not, but for a really long time, I was gone and you didn't seem to give me a second thought. Did Regina tell you that she knew I was in the hospital the whole time?" David questioned. He knew that they couldn't really tell her that the marriage was exactly fake since that didn't mesh with her curse memories. But pointing out certain anomalies would bring other things into question.

"N...no, she didn't. She said she just found out you were there when you woke up," Kathryn said.

"But that can't be true. She was listed as my emergency contact and would have been notified the moment I was in whatever accident that I was in," David replied. Mary Margaret caught onto what he was trying to do.

"That's right...and the hospital had you listed as John Doe. That doesn't make any sense if you had an emergency contact. Regina would have been able to identify you," she recalled. This made Kathryn recoil in confusion. Everything they said made a lot of sense.

"But why would Regina hide you from everyone, especially me?" she asked.

"I don't know...but I don't think she's your friend like you think. Besides, do you really want to be with someone that can't love you the way you deserve?" he asked. Kathryn swallowed thickly and shook her head.

"Of course not...and I know we were just going through the motions," she admitted.

"You'll find someone," Mary Margaret assured her.

"That's easy for you to say," Kathryn grumbled.

"It is, but I happen to know someone at the school that's perfect for you. He's the gym class teacher," Mary Margaret said.

"I don't need dating advice from you!" Kathryn replied, as she stormed off.

"Well...that went well," he muttered, as they continued along the street.

"It was so nice of Regina to plant it into her head that I must have influenced the reporter to write that article," Mary Margaret said sarcastically. He scoffed.

"Yeah, we probably should have anticipated that, but why did you tell her that she should meet the gym teacher?" he asked curiously. She smiled coyly.

"Because Jim the gym teacher is really Frederick, her true husband," she replied and he smiled.

"Sneaky…I like it," he said, as they arrived at the Storybrooke Mirror's building. They knocked on the office door and unsurprisingly, Sidney Glass answered.

"Well...if it isn't Storybrooke's favorite adulterers," he said.

"Watch it or you'll find out how good my right cross is," David warned.

"What can I do for you and the fair Miss Blanchard?" Glass asked and David studied him with scrutiny. He seemed familiar, but he couldn't place who he might have been back in their land.

"We're looking for August W. Booth...he wrote an article in your newspaper," David said.

"We'd just like to talk to him," Mary Margaret added.

"Well...that makes three of us. You see, Mr. Booth neither works here nor had authorization to put that article in my paper," Sidney explained.

"Then why did you print it?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Isn't it obvious? This man broke into my office and placed his article in my paper without my knowledge or approval," Sidney replied.

"You must be in hot water with Mayorzilla then," David joked. He had heard Emma call her that in an offhand remark and decided that it was a fitting description if he had ever heard one.

"Laugh now, if you must, but I'll be printing a retraction to the article and then the town will go back to believing the truth about you both. You the cheater and her the tramp," Sidney said, which caused David to put his hand around the other man's neck and push him back against the door.

"If you hurt me...I'll make sure you're thrown in jail!" Sidney warned nervously.

"David...he's not worth it. He's a worm," Mary Margaret urged, as she touched his arm. David released him and backed away, as he attempted to collect himself.

"The waters have been muddied now and the truth always comes out, trust me. The town isn't so eager to believe anything reported by you anymore," David warned, as he took her hand and they continued on their way. As they walked by the alley, they didn't see the man standing there listening to the whole conversation.

Now that August knew they were looking for him, he would have to be careful to avoid them. They were clearly awake and he didn't want to be the one to tell them the truth about the wardrobe and who he really was.

"You two look cold...how about some cocoas?" Granny called, as she happened to be outside at the moment they walked by.

"Really?" Mary Margaret asked.

"I thought our kind wasn't welcome?" David asked and she nudged him.

"I see where Emma gets her lack of tact now," she murmured.

"Do you want the cocoa or not, chisel chin?" Granny asked shortly. Mary Margaret smiled.

"We'd love some," she said, as they followed Granny inside.

~*~

The gavel slammed down, as the Judge brought the hearing to order and they were seated. The Bayliff announced the docket number and the Judge looked over the documents in front of him.

"How do we know this guy isn't in Regina's pocket?" Emma whispered to Gold.

"That's actually a really good question," Neal agreed.

"I will be very convincing and he is more afraid of me than he is of her," Gold assured him.

"What did you do to him?" Neal questioned.

"Here...nothing yet. But I know things about him he'd rather not have made public," Gold replied vaguely.

"Wonderful…" Neal drawled.

"Who cares if it gets us visitation," Emma said and Neal conceded to that point with a nod.

"We're here today to discuss the visitation right of the biological parents of Henry Mills. I will hear opening arguments now," the Judge said, as Albert Spencer got to his feet and buttoned the front of his suit coat.

"Albert Spencer for the defendant, Mayor Regina Mills, Your Honor," he said, as he approached the bench.

"For the last ten years of Henry Mills' life, my client has raised her son and quite admirably so. She has been there for everything. The sleepless nights, the diapers, the nightmares, and all the ups and downs that come with often grueling duties of a parent. Now that the boy is older, the birth parents have come out of the woodwork to demand him back. To rip him from the woman that raised him would be a grave error in judgement, I believe. The birth parents are unstable and both have criminal backgrounds. It is my position that Regina Mills remain the sole custodian of Henry Mills," Spencer said, as he took his seat.

"Mr. Gold for the plaintiff, Your Honor," Gold said, as he rose from his seat.

"While we can agree that Regina Mills has raised young Henry from birth and provided him with all the material necessities he wants, she has not been exemplary when it comes to the boy's mental health," Gold said, which made Regina seethe.

"I have witnesses willing to submit testimony that they have heard the Mayor call her own son crazy for his very vivid imagination. The boy's own psychiatrist can testify that Mayor Mills' language alone could be very harmful to the boy. So much so that they boy sought out his own birth mother on his own," Gold continued.

"And while both Mr. Cassidy and Ms. Swan have made mistakes in their past, they were barely adults and have since turned their lives around. The boy wants them in his life and his opinion should be considered in this," Gold stated.

"Objection, Your Honor. That boy is a minor and it is not the practice of the courts to allow minors to make decisions concerning their well being themselves," Spencer objected.

"I believe I said that his feelings should be considered; not the sole basis of this case," Gold clarified, but the Judge put his hand up.

"As this is not the actual custody hearing, I believe this is a very simple decision," the Judge stated.

"I have reviewed the case, including comments from Dr. Hopper, who has stated that he has noticed a positive change in the minor in question since the resurfacing of his birth parents," he stated.

"Until we convene on the matter of custody, I am going to grant visitation rights to the birth parents. Every other weekend and two weeknights," he said.

"Your Honor...this is an outrage!" Spencer objected.

"Save it for the custody trial, Counselor. The visitation is only until trial and will be re-evaluated upon the outcome of the trial. But considering the birth father did not even know that he had a son, which could have changed whether or not his son was even adopted, I cannot in good conscience deny him the chance to know his son. The same goes for Ms. Swan, as she was clearly under duress at the time of his birth. Whether they are fit or not will or will not be proven in the custody hearing," the Judge ruled, as he slammed the gavel down. By now, Regina was fuming and if looks could kill, they would have surely all been dead.

"If you think this is going to go your way...then you're sadly mistaken," Regina growled, as she stormed out.

"Thanks...papa," Neal said, as he shocked Gold by giving him a gentle hug, which he reciprocated.

"You know that I would do anything for you...and Henry now," he replied. Neal nodded. He was still struggling with his feelings toward his father, but this had definitely made him reconsider his decision to keep him at arms length.

"Yeah...thanks. I owe you another one I guess," Emma said.

"This one is on the house, Ms. Swan," Gold replied.

"We should go see if we can get the kid and go to Granny's to celebrate. We can invite your parents too," Neal said, as they exited the courtroom.

"Will you stop calling them that?" Emma asked.

"How long are you going to keep denying what you know is true?" he replied.

"Neal…" she said.

"No…I'm serious. You have a gift for knowing when people are lying. I am from a place called the Enchanted Forest. My Dad is Rumpelstiltskin...also known as the Dark One. I escaped through a portal and landed in this world in the 1800's, London, to be specific. Then I got carried off to Neverland by Peter Pan's shadow…" he continued.

"Do you know how insane you sound?" she interjected.

"Yes...but am I lying?" he asked. She scoffed and walked off, but he persisted.

"I got rescued by none other than Captain Hook from the water, only for him to later sell me out to Peter Pan himself. Then I spent two hundred years in trying to escape that hell hole, only to finally succeed and find myself in the Land Without Magic again, America this time, in 1997. Then I met you just a few years later…" he continued, as Gold followed them, listening intently.

"Why does it matter to you so much if I believe or accept them as my parents, which they're not?" Emma asked, as they stopped on the street.

"Because I know how much you always wanted to find them and how much you wanted answers. Both are now staring you in the face and you're running away again," he accused.

"Screw you...Henry is the only thing keeping me here and you know it," Emma replied.

"Nope...now you're lying. You care about Mary Margaret and even David," he insisted.

"Enough! I don't give a damn about them and if it's all true, then why should I?" she shouted, as they were now just outside the diner.

"You've seen the book. You saw that nursery they made...for you. Parents that don't want their kid don't do that, Emma and you know it," Neal said, as neither of them noticed David and Mary Margaret coming out of the diner.

"Why do you care so much!?" Emma cried in exasperation.

"Because I know the truth! You were cheated out of having them and they were cheated out of having you! First, because of the curse...but ultimately, because of a lie told by people that were supposed to be their friends!" he said.

"What?" Mary Margaret asked and he suddenly realized they were there...

[ladyquietus]

Henlo~ I’m still new to the game of ‘Obey me! Shall we date?’. It’s been a long time since I’ve written stuff like this including stories so I’m a bit nervous. English isn’t my first language either so I hope you don’t mind with grammar mistakes ^^*

-I hope it’ll bring comfort-

**How the brothers’ treat a depressed MC**

Lucifer

Is always busy looking after his brothers and assisting Diavolo but always find time to spend time with you.

Never leaves your side until you get better.

If ever he gets the chance for a clear schedule, he’d spend the whole day with you rather than taking a break for himself although he doesn’t mind.

He’d let you sit on his lap and just hugs you while caressing your head.

Whispers soothing and comforting words.

He doesn’t mind that you’d cry and get his chest wet.

Loads of forehead kisses

Listens to your problems wholeheartedly

Makes you tea and wraps you up in a blanket like a burrito.

Makes a hot bath for the both of you to soak in.

Always attentive to your needs

“You’re with me MC, I won’t leave you. You’re not alone, we’ll get through this.”

Mammon

He’d try his best to set aside his selfishness and puts your health and happiness first. Except, buying things that you like for your likes and comfort.

Plans a day for both of you to go out and enjoy such as the beach.

He gets easily worried and flusters over when you’re quiet or teary-eyed.

Lots of couch cuddles while watching your favorite shows or movies

He won’t let the other brothers interrupt your time together, want to be the only one who’ll make you feel better.

Gives you space if you ask for it but stays in the same room so he’d come to you whenever you need him.

Butterfly kisses

If another person is one of the cause of your pain, he’d swore threatening curses at them.

Keeps bringing you tissues whenever you’d cry.

He’d give you foot massages

You thank Mammon for his care

His response: “Don’t misunderstand MC, I’m only doing this because I’m your first (cue blushes) I’m the great Mammon after all so only come to me whenever you’re troubled”

Leviathan

Has played a lot of games that also involves mental health so he knows what to do.

If you need stress relief- he’d let you play a violent game.

Let’s you sit between his legs with your back leaning on his chest while you play.

Plays your hair while you game

Both of you would spend most of the time holed up in his room

Back neck kisses

He’s patient with you and is understanding with your problems, some relating to his own.

Holds your hand the entire time when you talk

Searches online for convention tickets to surprise you

Orders bufo egg milk tea for the two of you.

“How you feel I know MC. Deafest this and win, We will.”

Satan

Boi he knows everything.

But he’ll try to understand your feelings more so he could perfect his ways of comforting you.

He’d take you to a cat cafe to cheer you up with cats and coffee

In his room, he’d cradle you on his lap while gently rubbing and patting your back as you cry.

He would quote comforting and loving poems

Like Mammon, if he hears another person who caused your pain- he’ll get angry and irritated but calms down for you.

Peck kisses

He’d analyze your problems and helps you in solving them or conquering them.

You’ll rest your head on his lap on the couch with a blanket before the fireplace, caressing your hair while reading a book to you.

Has always a soft spot to you that no one has seen so he’d pretty much spoil you with care.

“The best way to predict your future is to create it” He quotes Abraham Lincoln, whom is one of the humans he finds admirable.

“I want to spend my future with you MC, let’s create it together.”

Asmodeus

Doesn’t see your situation as a sign of weakness

Is really glad that you chose him to spend some time with and a shoulder to cry on

SPA DAY

Literally wants you to take a break, it ain’t good for your skin honey.

He would wear bathrobes or pajamas with moisturizing face masks with you while he listens to you talking about your problems.

Silently uses a bit of his magic on you to make you learn to love yourself but soon wears as your love to your self grows.

Cheek kisses

Touch cuddles: in which you both would lay in bed, facing each other. Asmo’s arm draped on the top of your waist, your hand on the side of his face. Both of you would be communicating deeply in each other’s eyes.

Fixes your disheveled state and would cunningly steal kisses

Always reminding you that you’re precious and you matter every time.

“You’re already beautiful inside MC, what’s wrong with recognizing that you’re beautiful on the outside too?”

Beelzebub

Becomes sweeter than dessert itself when he notices that you haven’t been yourself lately.

Lots of surprise back hugs especially whenever you cook or wash the dishes as a distraction, he’ll never get tired the scent on your hair and neck.

Sometimes get worried so he follows you secretly whenever you’re alone to make sure you’re always safe.

He’s your ideal partner for stress- eating (even when he’s not stressed, he won’t make you feel alone).

Visits your room or him inviting you to his with loads of snacks- majority of it are yours even though you can’t finish it.

Earlobe kisses

His body is big and warm, perfect to cocoon yourself in his arms during cuddle sessions, makes you feel safe and secure.

Buys or tries to cook your favorite food then he’ll deliver it to you wether your in your own bed or in his.

Spoon feeds you

Whenever you’d cry, he’ll kiss your tears. He likes the saltiness anyway.

He’ll happily workout with you if you want to distract yourself.

“Seeing you like this MC makes me feel worse than starving, you always make my heart feel full. Now, I want to do the same.”

Belphegor

He notices that you have been sleeping longer and heavier lately and not emitting the exciting energy that you used to have.

He observes you before finally asking what’s wrong.

You’d open up to him in a breakdown then he’ll hug you tightly, letting you finish.

Despite you being the big spoon all the time whenever you two would sleep, you were a bit surprise when Belphie became the big spoon.

It was very comfortable, he feels soft that it made you forget your worries and troubles.

Lots of pillow talks, he’d even lend you his favorite pillow- not minding that it got stained with your tears.

Nose kisses cause he finds you adorable

He won’t let you sleep alone anymore, not caring if you both sleep on his bed or yours.

Spends most of his time staying in with you, probably best when the weather is blue and you both have coffee or hot cocoas in hands.

He would do everything he can for you to feel better, he misses your warm energy.

He’ll give you lots of head pats while honetdlt showering you with compliments.

“I now understand why Lilith did that to someone she loved MC, I’ll do the same to you too.”

[styleswifts]

tag yourself as lover songs  

i forgot that you existed: iced black coffee every day, red lipstick and dark sunglasses, makes plans in 5 minutes, always late, doesn’t hold grudges but never forgets who did them wrong, confident

cruel summer: driving around with the windows down blasting music, long summer days, cautious but reckless, pink lemonade, falls into love hard and fast, disposable cameras, skinny dipping

lover: feeling what love really is for the first time, gives big warm hugs, the forever friend, a little jealous but keeps it hidden, honey tea, summer dresses, plans their marriage since they were a child, waited forever for the perfect person and finally found them

the man: blazers and pencil skirts, a flirt, activist, stands up for themselves and others, piercing stare, a little bit of a rbf, successful, feminist, enjoys talking to other but never puts up with any bs, will call you out

the archer: hopeless romantic, daydreams and doodles in journals, overthinks everything, fear of being alone forever, artist but is insecure of their work, strawberry and raspberry ice cream, loves their friends and gets attached too easily

i think he knows: comes up with scenarios of them and their crush in their head, the one that shoots their shot, casual but gorgeous style, wishes their friends knew their worth, obsessed with the little things, small smiles, loves to dance

miss americana and the heartbreak prince: well known and well liked but doesn’t care, big smiles, politically involved, a little bit different from everyone else, low ponytails and ratty t-shirts

paper rings: loves to read, glitter, messy buns, is hurt easily, gives the best hugs, thinks everyone they date is “the one”, dreams of the perfect relationship, loves jellybeans, room filled with pictures of them and friends

cornelia street: a little quiet, white wine, beautiful gardens, lover of classic novels, afraid of abandonment, small towns over big cities, holding hands, kissing in the rain, floral tops, holds on to every little memory, always gives second chances

death by a thousand cuts: cries about their breakups for days and weeks, loves their friends more than anything, pours their heart into their journal, curious mind, oversized tees and mom jeans, hot cocoa, binge watches netflix, bright orange sunsets

london boy: wants to travel the world, falls in love with places, attaches memory to foods and loves to eat, love at first sight, a sucker for accents, music taste is everything, loves conductor hats, coffee ice cream, seems a little ditzy but isn’t at all

soon you’ll get better: best friend is their mom, goes into denial when anything bad is happening, writes poetry to express themselves, family is the most important thing in the world, light yellow tones

false god: vintage style, wearing cologne, dark lipstick, dancing with strangers, overwhelmingly pained when relationships are broken, hot and they know it, doesn’t listen to warnings, needs reassurance when they’re feeling low

you need to calm down: proud of who they are, bright colors, high waisted jeans and thrifted tees, the bubbly friend, will fight with anyone who tries to hurt people they love, drinks a little too much, loves karaoke, a little wild

afterglow: soft colors and muted sunsets, feeling lost and terrified of making mistakes, always the first to apologize, hugs from behind, long flowing white blouses and skirts, overreacts and regrets it later, adorable laughs, quiet around strangers but loud with their friends

me!: jumping up and down and screaming the words to your favorite song, bright blue eyeliner and pink lipstick, has more energy than they can contain, impulsive, the one that pulls their friends out of a slump

it’s nice to have a friend: locking eyes across a crowded room, whispered secrets, paper cuts and paint stains on their clothes, disney movies and cuddling under blankets, falls in love with their childhood best friend, soft smiles, dresses layered over tees

daylight: finds the beauty in everything, loves the feeling of the sunlight on their face, first to forgive and move on, hates conflict, kisses on cheeks and the brightest smile, laughs at anything, will do anything to take away others’ pain, loves you more than you know

[lostinshawnsmemory]

A Dash of Bailey’s

My entry for @saintlymendes’ secret Santa fic exchange. Can I just say that I love the idea of a secret Santa.

My secret Santa is @theshawnmendesstorycollection​ who is an amazing writer and person. 💖

Word Count: 1.5k-ish

Warning: Just a really fluffy Christmas fic

“Jules?” Shawn’s voice travelled around the house, he’d woken up to find her side of the bed cold meaning she’d either been out of bed for a while or she never came to bed at all. After looking for her upstairs he went downstairs to see if he could find his girlfriend.

“Julia?” he called again as he looked in the living room and rounded the corner to the kitchen. When he saw her, he stopped dead in his tracks, she was seated at the breakfast nook, resting her elbows on the table and her head on her closed fist. She was asleep.

The next thing he noticed was how messy the kitchen was, there were ingredients everywhere. The Bowls were strewn on every available surface, butter was melting on the countertop, a mysterious power had spilt on the floor and the large kitchen knife was perilously close to falling off the countertop. Before he could say anything, the smell of burning erupted from one of the pans on the stovetop.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, racing over to the stove and turned down the heat where he saw the remnants of bacon sizzling in the frying pan. The sound of his exclamation was what jolted her awake. “What happened?” she said, her voice thick with sleep. “Babe you fell asleep.” Shawn explained coming up behind her and kissing her head.

“Fuck! The bacon!” Almost as if she had flipped a switch, Julia bolted awake and ran towards the stove. “Jules, it’s ok. I turned it off.” Shawn explained as she sat down and put her head in her hands visibly exasperated. “I only closed my eyes for a few seconds I swear.” He could hear the guilt in her voice and was confused as to why she would feel guilty for falling asleep.

“Babe it’s 3 in the morning. I’m not surprised that you fell asleep you were in here for- how long have you been in here? Did you even go to bed at all?” She shook her head as her eyes darted around the kitchen indicating that she had been in there for a while. “I’ve been in here since about 12-ish?”

“You’ve been in here for 3 hours?! Why?”

“Shawn we’ve got family and friends coming over for lunch tomorrow! That’s at least 20 people I have to cook for!” Just the thought of the task at hand overwhelmed her. This was the first time they were hosting people in their new house. When Karen asked if they wanted to, Julia jumped at the chance as it would be the first time in a while that all their family and friends would be in once place and Christmas was the perfect time. What she didn’t consider was how stressful it would be for her to organise. She’d been making lists for a few days and now that it was time to cook, she realised that she might have bitten off more than she could chew. “I still need to defrost the turkey and roast all the vegetables and make the stuffing and-”

“No, what you need to do is go to sleep.” Shawn interjected. There was no way she could do all those things when she hadn’t gotten any sleep. “I can’t sleep right now, there is too much to do.” Julia’s voice came out hoarse as she rubbed her eyes.  

“Babe you need to sleep.” This was one of the few times his voice sounded stern, so Julia knew he wasn’t joking. When she opened her mouth to argue he put a finger to her lips to silence her.  “You can’t get anything done like this and you can’t run on adrenaline for that long, you’ll burn out.” “I guess I can take a nap.” She finally relented. “No, you’re going to go to sleep.” Shawn shook his head clearly displeased with her answer. “Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up tomorrow and we can cook together, well you’ll cook, and I can assist.” He gave her a small smile and set about clearing the kitchen before deciding that he would clean it in the morning.

Julia nodded as she got off the chair she was seated on. She headed towards the stairs before turning around, “Shawn can we have some hot chocolate?” “Of course, we can.” He smiled in response and led them back into the kitchen. He looked around the messy kitchen for a few seconds wishing he had cleared it up when earlier before deciding the best course of action. He cleared one section of the countertop and set out two mugs, cocoa powder and milk. Julia watched as Shawn made hot chocolate for both of them and a smile formed on her face. He looked so… domestic. He wasn’t home as often as she would have liked so seeing him in a setting like this was rare and she would cherish the memory.

While the cocoa mixture was warming in the pot, Shawn walked into the living room and came back with the bottle of Bailey’s that they usually kept at the bar area. “Shawn you can’t put alcohol in hot chocolate!” Julia screeched running over to take the bottle from him. “Sure I can.” He said with a wink, pouring the liqueur into the pot before she could stop him. “A dash of Bailey’s will make it taste amazing. Trust me on this. 

“You know I do.”

When he was finished, he handed Julia her hot chocolate then proceeded to load the dishwasher and tidy the kitchen a little because he knew how stressed she would be if she had to come down to a messy kitchen and he couldn’t have her more stressed than she already was.

After turning off the lights in the kitchen, the two made their way back to their bedroom, where Julia got under the warm duvet. When she was comfortable, she took a sip of her hot chocolate or attempted to. “Shit!” Shawn was at her side faster than she had ever seen him move. “Jules? Babe are you okay?!”

“I think I burned my tongue on this hot chocolate.” She mumbled sticking her tongue out for him to see the way a child would show their mum a scratch for her to inspect. “Do you want me to kiss it better?” Shawn asked a smirk forming. “Maybe.” He answered her request and leaned in to give her a quick kiss “Better?”

“Much.”  

After they finished their hot chocolate, Shawn pulled Julia under the covers and cuddled her from behind. “I know you are stressed but I want you to know that you’re not alone. You will never be alone. Whatever you need from me, I will always be there to help you.”

“I love you Shawn.”

“I love you too Julia.”

——————————————————————————————-

Julia slept till midday and when she woke up Shawn was nowhere to be found. It didn’t take her long to find him as she could hear the clattering in the kitchen from their bedroom. When she got into the kitchen she couldn’t help the gasp that escaped. The kitchen was spotless, Shawn had cleaned every single surface and had run the dishwasher. The countertops sparkled and the whole room smelt faintly of lemon. He looked adorable in his Harvard hoodie and sweats as he pattered around the kitchen with two steaming mugs, and educated guess told her it was coffee, but after inspection, she saw that it was hot chocolate.

Shawn was just about done when he heard Julia’s gasp. He turned around and gave her a warm smile, “Hey Jules.” He walked over to her and gave her a kiss on her head and handed her the hot chocolate he had made.

“You cleaned the kitchen.” She replied as a way of ‘Good Morning’, taking the mug from him. Good Morning to you too.” He chuckled. “And yes, I cleaned the kitchen. I knew you would hate having to cook in an already filthy kitchen and we have a big day planned.”

If Julia could have fallen more in love with Shawn, it would have happened at that moment, he had always shown that he was incredibly considerate and this was no different. She could help herself as she ran towards him and gave him a huge hug, almost slipping in the process. “You really are the perfect boyfriend huh?” She said into his chest.

“I mean, I try.” Was his response.

“And thank you for the hot chocolate.”

“You’re welcome, and it has a secret ingredient.” He had a mischievous glint in his eye and Julia knew exactly what he was talking about. “A dash of Bailey’s?”

“A dash of Bailey’s” he responded with a wink. “Alright finish your drink, we have a Christmas dinner to cook.”

[hydra-collector]

Let Me Go (Special)

AO3

Let Me Go

Pairings: Intrulogical, platonic Analogical

Characters: Logan Sanders, Remus Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Janus Sanders (small character)

TW: lots of self-deprecation, sex mention

Words: 1838

Summary: Backstory to Logan and Remus’s relationship in sophomore year. 

Note: I wanted to write this for a while, but I mostly wrote it now because I needed an excuse to make a series out of this and boost it on AO3. Still not sure if it’s gonna work.

They just look so soft.

Logan desperately wanted to be with them. It wasn’t like anything he’d felt before. Sure, he’d had crushes, but Remus was on another level. It was odd, really, that he could be this infatuated with someone. Virgil had been trying to convince him to ask them out, but he couldn’t see why they’d want to date him. He was annoying, dumb, and ugly.

“C’mon, Logan. Do it.”

“Why would they accept?”

“Why do you think? They blush every time they see you. Y’all can’t even talk to each other anymore, you’re so in love.”

Logan and Remus had met last year, freshman. They’d argued back to the teacher, who decided to give them detention. Logan, however, believed that they’d made a strong point about the content of their learning in school (even though they suggested some… odd topics instead,) and he argued against the teacher as well.

That was the first time Logan Berry had gotten detention.

The second time was also for their sake, or rather, it was their fault. They’d passed a note to Logan, which simply read, “See you after school.” He obviously hadn’t understood what they meant until they started talking to him, out loud, randomly.

That was the second time the pair of them got detention.

Logan’s had been excused afterwards due to his explained circumstances, but that moment had released a bit of freedom in him. He’d gotten detention. He hadn’t followed the rules.

When he looked back, sitting in the middle of a nearly empty class with Remus next to him, their pretty face smiling, even in the crappy classroom’s lighting, just seeing the eyes and the person and the lips that had brought him here-

He fell in love.

Remus and Logan became friends, and everything changed. They taught him risks and adventure, that life didn’t revolve around being perfect and doing things right. They’d gotten him out of the, so far, darkest point of his life. They’d taught him creativity and experimentation, that he could do more than what school said, or history said, or anything did. He could experiment with how many water balloons you could pile on top of one another before they popped. None of the experiments were perfect or particularly scientific, but god did he have fun.

He started going outside, taking trips to old record shops, thrift stores, and malls, just to see everything. Remus had even convinced him to break into some old mansions and trespass on abandoned train tracks together. He never once took a picture. It was all for his memory.

They’d been each other’s compliment, and listened to each other when no one else cared what they had to say. They could talk and talk and never get bored of each other, just keep listening or adding on to what the other was saying. Sometimes they wondered where all these conversations came from, when all the topics in the world seemed to have run out, but still there was something to say.

Disagreements were never fights. Never. It was always a discussion, talking about how “I’m right and this is why,” while the other tried to change their mind. No one’s ever was, but disagreement is what kept them from doing many stupid things.

And it didn’t last forever, as nothing does. But those were some of the happiest times of his teenage years.

Logan hadn’t realized until Janus had told him that he was in fact, in love.

Remus had realized the moment they laid eyes on Logan and savored every minute they spent together after. They didn’t want to ruin the wonderful platonic relationship they had. And besides, Logan had friends who would convince him to confess if he felt the same way.

Virgil was right about barely being able to talk to each other. Ever since Janus had pointed out his obvious feelings, he’d been especially awkward. He hated it. He knew he should confess in order to retain a steady relationship, platonic or romantic.

But how?

“How do you suggest I go about doing it? I’d like to retain a bit of… me, but being in love is probably a very unlike me kind of thing.”

“No, it is not, Logan. You’ve had crushes on like, six people since I met you.”

“It’s different, though.”

“Why not just tell them ‘I love you?’ It’s simple and obvious and fits your style.”

“What if they take it the wrong way, assume it’s platonic?”

“I guess that could happen. What’s something that’s obviously romantic? ‘I wanna date you?’”

“It sounds odd, though.”

“Wow, picky?”

“I mean, it could work, but I’d rather something more memorable or meaningful.”

“I wanna fuck you?”

Logan tensed. “Ah, um, I’d rather, no.”

“Okay, okay. Do you want to kiss them?”

He thought for a moment, imagining their face, and the love he felt for them, their beautiful eyes and soft cheeks, squishy belly he wished he had the permission to cuddle. The arms that made him nearly collapse because of the wonderful feeling their hugs brought him, their short stature compared to his, and their beautiful lips, out of which so many wonderful ideas and opinions spewed out. He wanted to kiss those lips.

“...Yes.”

“You could use that.”

“I think… maybe I will.”

~~

Today.

Today he was going to tell them.

He’d invited them over to his house, where he imagined over and over telling them, all the ways they might react, especially the negative ways.

He could barely talk to Remus as they walked to his house together, just listening to the endless ideas they came up with. Each word made him love them more and more. Endless possibilities for how the scene may play out repeated over and over in his mind as he panicked internally, hoping they didn’t actually hate him like his brain said they did.

The cold air nipped at his nose and fingers, so he rubbed his hands together in a sad attempt to warm up.

“Cold hands, Lo?”

They took his hands and held them in previously gloved ones, which were still warm. They held them there, trading positions to better warm different fingers every few seconds. Logan felt the heat in his cheeks as well.

When they got inside, Remus went to Logan’s cupboard to grab and make two hot cocoa packets.

“That’s extremely unhealthy.”

Remus said nothing, simply adding another packet to their cup, watching Logan.

“Remus-”

He sighed and let it happen. That was the least of his worries now.

Logan’s heart beat as Remus brought their hot cocoas upstairs to his living room, where he’d planned to confess. They sat down on the couch, putting their arm around him when he did as well.

“Remus, I’ve been meaning to tell you about something.”

“Once you do, do you wanna talk about ancient sea creatures? I read a really good article. Hey, are you alright?”

Logan was shaking with fear, excitement, anticipation, anxiety, everything one could be shaking with.

“Y-yeah.”

“Tell me what you were gonna say. I’m curious.”

What if they hate you? What if they don’t want to be your friend anymore? What if they think it’s weird to date if your asexual? How could they even love you when you are who you are?

He took a deep breath, hoping for the best.

“I want to kiss you.”

“Say no more.”

And Logan had been kissed.

Whatever scenarios ran through his head, this wasn’t one of them. There was one where they’d talked about relationships, one where they agreed and awkwardly asked to and then kissed, one where he was flat-out rejected, one where they thought it was a joke, but nothing like this. Where they just kiss him. He was glad it happened that way.

Logan had expected some kind of verbal reaction, at least. Something like “me too,” or a flirt, at least. But no, just “say no more.” And now he was kissing Remus.

He hadn’t expected to ever reach this point. To be kissing someone he really liked. He wished it would last longer than he knew it would.

He could always kiss them again.

After the few seconds their first kiss had been, both were blushing severely, broken apart. Neither of them said anything, so Logan took his chance to kiss them again. Remus wouldn’t have taken them for someone to initiate a kiss. They weren’t mad, though.

“Thanks.”

What?

“You’re welcome, I guess.”

They laughed it off and spent the next hour discussing the relationships of sea creatures. Probably to avoid talking about their own.

At first, nothing changed much. They still went out on ‘adventures’ together, had the same conversations, interacted with their other friends the same way, and more or less thought of each other the same as they had before.

Logan asked Remus on their first date.

They couldn’t ignore what’d happened forever, and while they weren’t against discussing it, it hadn’t come up naturally. Logan proposed it as a chance to talk about what was to become of their relationship.

“Would you like to consistently date, Remus?”

“I’d enjoy that.”

“My being asexual isn’t a problem?”

“Nah,” they sipped their coffee, “I fell in love with you anyway.”

That was a relief.

“What should we call ourselves, if anything?”

“At somepoint, probably partners. In crime.”

“Don’t remind me that that’s true.”

“I don’t know how I managed to get a date. ‘Specially with you. You’re so cute and all I do is talk about organs and weird creatures and make sex jokes.”

“I do that too, Remus. Usually not sex jokes, though. And I disagree, I’m quite ugly and frankly obnoxious to most people I meet. You’re pretty and lovable.”

“I suppose I’m not most people you meet, then. And I can’t even begin to explain how cute you are. Your glasses make it perfect.”

Logan asked Remus on most of the dates, mostly because wherever they would ask him was illegal or paid, often museums. Logan savored these days.

As they went on more dates, kissed more openly, cuddled more often, the consideration of each other changed from ‘dating’ to ‘partner’ and ‘boyfriend.’ The first time Remus gave Logan a pet name, he was initially adverse to it, but warmed up to them as they kept saying them. After a while, they probably used it more than his real name. He still refused to return affection in this form, however. Remus was sure he someday would (he denied it.)

They were happy together. Janus was glad to see Logan had expressed his emotions, for once, and it led to a lot more happiness. It wasn’t always going to be as happy as it was that year, but he had someone as close as a romantic partner to help him through it. A few years later, he would make decisions he’d later regret, but there was no regret for confessing his love that day.

And sophomore year, those two best friends became partners.

[elizabethemerald]

would you be interested in writing morgana/barbara fluff? Them cuddling for movie night (or something equally as soft and sapphic)?

Here you go! You said movie night and my brain thought to gay couple meeting their partner’s kids. Thanks for the patience!

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Jim breathed out in relief as he rounded the corner. No matter how far he traveled, no matter how long he's gone, turning this corner always felt the same, like coming home. His bag was slung over his shoulder, as he walked up to the house he had grown up in. It would be nice to see his mom again. He rang the doorbell, but didn't have to wait long before the door was flung open. 

"Jim!" His mom cried out in joy. She immediately wrapped him in a tight hug. "Why didn't you call me? I could have driven you home."

"Hey mom." Jim said, holding her back just as tightly. When he finally pulled back his mom had a wide smile on her face and looking closely at his face. "I like walking in the twilight. Especially in this town. It's relaxing."

Barbara pulled him into the house, closing the door behind him. Jim set his bag down inside the door and carefully looked around his home. Things were much as he remembered, though he was happy to see that there wasn’t any excess dust or clutter. He had been half afraid that his mom wouldn’t think to straighten the house since he had always done it. 

“So it’s just you tonight?” Barbara asked. 

“Yep. Toby’s still on Akiridion-5 talking with Eli about his latest movie idea. Blinky and Aaarrrgghh are spending tonight together. And Claire wanted to go on a date with Darci, but it turned into a girl’s night with almost every girl from our class. So it’s just me.”

Jim smiled and held his arms out. Then he glanced over his mom’s shoulder. The Amulet of Daylight immediately flew to his hand and his lips curled back in a snarl. A growl rumbled out of him. Barbara turned to look at what had alarmed him. Morgana! The former Eldritch Queen had just walked out of the kitchen. 

“Jim! We talked about this!” Barbara said putting her hand against his chest. 

Jim struggled to rein in his emotions. He had known she would be here, it was still a surprise to see her out and about after all the hurt she caused Claire. He breathed in and out a few times and the light of the Amulet faded. 

For her part Morgana hesitated in the doorway for the kitchen. She had a tray of cups balanced on her good hand. A welcoming smile was frozen on her face. Her eyes flicked rapidly between Jim and Barbara, for a few seconds before forcing the smile to brighten. 

“Welcome home Jim! I thought it would be nice for us all to have some hot cocoa to warm up. Sorry it wasn’t done before you arrived!”

Jim stared at her, then nodded. “Would you mind if I have a word with you, alone?”

“Jim…” Barbara started, but Morgana walked past her, handing off the tray of drinks. 

“It’s quite alright dear, I’m sure it will just be a moment.”

Jim opened the door to the garage and ushered her in. He closed the door lightly behind her. Jim noticed she had replaced her former emerald prosthetic with a regular human one. Morgana fiddled restlessly with the long dress she was wearing. 

“I’m sorry to hear that young Claire wouldn’t be able to join us tonight.” Morgana said, once the door was closed, trying to force her voice to be cheerful.

“Claire is uncomfortable being in the same state as you, much less under the same roof.” Jim said shortly. He was surprised to see her drop her gaze in guilt. 

“I am … sorry to hear that.” Morgana paused. “I know it won’t mean much to her, but I am also sorry for … well everything I did to her.”

Jim arched his eyebrows. Even though his mom felt that Morgana had turned over a new leaf, he was still surprised to hear her apologize. Some of the anger he had walked into the room with cooled. He took a moment to resettle his thoughts. 

“I guess this is the shovel talk everyone goes on about so much?” Morgana said before he could say anything. 

“Yeah, except my shovel has a bit more weight.” Jim said, holding up his amulet. 

Morgana flinched back from the amulet that had been forged from her hand. Jim saw and quickly put the amulet away. He leaned forward and held his horns. 

“I just really don’t want my mom to get hurt.” He hadn’t expected the conversation to go this way. He hadn’t expected Morgana to be nervous, or remorseful, or to flinch from his amulet. 

“She’s been hurt before by her partners.” Morgana said, it wasn’t a question. His mom must have told Morgana about what she went through. 

“Yeah. By my dad and Strickler. And I promised that I would always be there for her. That we would take care of each other. With how much time I’m spending in New Jersey, I know I can’t always be there for her.”

“I know you have every reason to distrust me, but I promise you I have no intention of harming or allowing any harm to come to her.” Morgana paused, she fiddled with the gold bracelets on her wrists. “Even if I could ignore my personal feelings for her, she has done so much for me. Caring for me both before and after my fall from power, arranging for this hand, letting me stay in her home.”

Jim nodded. “I’m willing to put aside our past differences for the sake of my mom. I’ll give you a chance.”

“Thank you, Jim.” 

Morgana awkwardly offered her hand, then switched to her non prosthetic hand. Jim moved forward to accept the hand and she moved to offer a hug instead. Finally she settled for patting him on the shoulder. Then she laughed. 

“Did you get a version of this talk from Claire’s parents?” She asked. 

Jim laughed as well. “Yes. Several times. Once when I trashed her house trying to chase a changeling, once when they found out about Trollhunting, and once again when we got engaged. Honestly the first one was the worst.” He laughed again at the memory. “The scariest was Toby’s Nana. She had actually had a shovel.”

They laughed and returned to the house. Barbara had set out the cups of cocoa on the coffee table. She stood near the couch, unable too nervous to sit down, but relaxed as they both continued laughing. Jim smiled at her to show her the conversation went well. 

“Hey mom, I’m going to head upstairs and shower real quick.” Jim said, grabbing his bag from the entrance way. 

“Aren’t you going to have your hot chocolate before you do?” Barbara asked. 

Jim looked at the cup a little sadly before shaking his head. 

“I created the changelings. Do you not think that I could modify your recipe to appeal to trollish tastes?” Morgana asked.

He hesitated for just a moment. Then set his bag down and walked over. He took a small sip and to his surprise the cocoa was delicious! It even tasted like chocolate. Jim hadn’t had something that tasted like chocolate since before his transformation. 

Morgana must have seen his obvious delight as a broad smile split her face. She leaned forward and took a big sip of her own and so did Barbara. 

"I found one of your cookbooks when I was here recovering." Morgana said. "I love that you wrote your modifications to the recipes in the margins. Your mom always loves the cocoa when I follow you recipe."

Barbara giggled and sat down on the couch. "Is that why it's always so good? Because you're following Jim's recipes?"

Morgana sat down next to her. "Mmhmm. I had to make mine sweeter to match my tastes, but it's clear you've already nailed your mom's tastes down. Why do all the work again?"

Jim drank his down quickly. "I might have to get your recipe for this. It's so good."

"Are you sure you want to know?"

He hesitated, then nodded. "Claire and I agreed, no socks. Other than I'm getting more and more used to troll dietary needs."

"Good to know." Morgana said with a smile. 

The smile widened as Jim happily crunched the porcelain of the mug and ate it too. His eyes widened as he realized what he had done. Morgana forestalled the apology that was on his lips with a wave of her hand. 

"I gave you one of the chipped mugs we were talking about getting rid of." Morgana said. 

Jim smiled at that. He stretched, then stood up. 

"I do still need that shower. I swear the gyre tunnels are just filled with grime." He said. 

"Of course honey! Take your time. I'll pick out a movie that we can watch together!"

Jim nodded to his mom and hurried up the stairs. The shower was exactly what he needed. He had the water up hot enough that it would have boiled a human. But it was perfect for his troll hide. 

Once he was finally clean and relaxed he turned off the water and threw on some clean clothes. He would have to wash his travel clothes before he wore them again. Finally he was ready to head back downstairs. 

At the top of the stairs his ears perked up. His mom was laughing loudly in the living room and so was Morgana. Jim was surprised to find out she actually had a pleasant laugh when she wasn't cruelly laughing at the pain she was causing. Jim walked quickly down the stairs to join them. 

"Oh there you are! I thought I was going to have to call the city warn them you were going to drain the reservoir!" His mom laughed while she talked. 

Jim laughed as well and hurdled the rail skipping the last couple of steps. Then he flung himself down on the couch next to her. Barbara was leaning on Morgana's shoulder her hands entwined with her good hand. Barbara pressed play on the movie and Jim hopped up to dim the lights. 

It had been a long time since Jim had a simple movie night with his mom. Morgana's presence seemed to improve Barbara's mood immensely. 

Though Jim noticed Morgana didn't seem to be enjoying the movie very much. She kept untangling her hand from Barbara's to adjust her prosthetic. Jim realized the limb was probably much worse than her than her old magic one. 

"You can take that off if you want to." Jim said in trollish, when he saw her slip a finger under the cup of the prosthetic again.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Morgana replied in trollish. 

"I've been around amputees before." The three wars had not been kind to their combatants. Humans, trolls and Akiridions had all suffered from the fighting. Draal, Toby, and Zadra were all amputees. 

"While I'm glad you two are talking, it's a little rude to have a conversation I can't take part in." Barbara said with a small huff. 

"Oh I'm sorry mom, I was just…" Jim hesitated. 

"He was inviting me to make myself more comfortable." Morgana said as she undid the straps holding her prosthetic in place. She set the limb aside. Then she leaned around Barbara to address Jim again. “You speak trollish very well. You are improving quickly.”

Jim laughed. “I have to! Some of the troll tribes spoke English but not most of them. And I can’t rely on the amulet to translate for me.”

“Shh you two.” Barbara said softly She entwined her fingers again with Morgana’s good hand. She was leaning on the other woman’s shoulder more and more as the movie progressed. 

The rest of the movie passed without incident. When the credits were scrolling up Jim stood and stretched again. He looked down and noticed his mom had fallen asleep against Morgana during the movie. Morgana looked like she didn't want to move at all. 

"I can carry her upstairs if you want." Jim offered in a soft whisper. 

When Morgana nodded, he easily picked his mom up, her head resting against his chest. She followed close as he carried her up the stairs. Jim set his mom gently in her bed. Morgana fussed, taking off her glasses and tucking the blankets in around her. 

Jim decided to withdraw, he still needed to set up the couch downstairs to sleep on. He paused for a second at the door to his mom’s room. He watched as Morgana gently brushed his mom’s hair away from her face. He had never in his memory seen someone look at his mom that way. It was the same way he looked at Claire, Toby and Aja. They were his everything. And it was obvious, Barbara meant the world to Morgana. 

He softly closed the door as Morgana climbed into bed alongside his mom. It was clear his former enemy loved his mom, he didn’t have to worry about Morgana ever letting his mom get hurt. She really truly loved her.