#and then honey bun (my bunny)woke me up in the morning

[clembian]

haiii ^__^

[milkywaygg]

Confidential Affairs Chapter 7

For @eripops since they having a rough time with work. Figured this might cheer you up. Although warning, this chapter isn't as lovey-dovey as the previous had for...certain reasons lol.

Month Four

The smell of seasoned eggs woke Euphemia up the next morning, alongside a somewhat peppy hum coming from the kitchen. Rubbing her eyes, she took her wand off her nightstand and waved it in front of her face, turning her dark circles and bed head into her usual beehive bun and clean face, dressing herself in her usual cyan dress and white pearls before leaving the master bedroom, following the eggy aroma. She smiled lovingly as she watched Jules take a spatula and scrap the eggs from his pan onto two plates, setting one in front of Euphemia.

“Good morning, honey bunny.”, Jules said cheerfully, kissing his fiancé’s cheek as he sat across her.

“Good morning. You seem awfully chipper this morning.”, Euphemia commented, blushing. She much preferred this Jules as opposed to the weepy, crying Jules she had comforted the night before, “I’m guessing you feel better about what happened?”

“Ah, I was just being a little drama queen. I’m ok.”, Jules laughed, “I’m just sooo super duper excited! I have to see the doctor today for my check up and they promised me that they’re gonna let me see the baby when they do their little scanny thingy.”

“You mean an ultrasound?”, Euphemia laughed as her fiance’s simplemindedness. The way he either forgot or stammered when using words longer that three syllables made her weak every time. If she wasn’t trying to hold back a laugh, Euphemia would often correct him and look at him playfully as if he were a third grader trying to learn big words.

“Yea yea, that’s it! I think..”, Jules said brightly, “Do you…do you have to work today? Would you want to come along with me?”

“I uh…”, Euphemia stuttered for a minute, nearly forgetting all that she had planned for herself today. Knowing that she needed a new job as soon as possible, she had hoped to go back into town or get on her computer to surf various job listings or to check her emails for freelance clients or to schedule interviews. Yet, she couldn’t help but look into Jules’ emerald greens and felt her heart being tugged. He looked as if he wanted to get on his knees and beg her to go. She sighed…I guess one break couldn’t hurt. It’s for him after all. “Sure darling, I’d love to. I think I’m off anyways.”

“Yay!! That’s awesome because after wards, I wanted to do some baby shopping, maybe find a cute little crib and blankie and..”, Euphemia droned off as Jules kept talking excitedly and happily, nearly bouncing off his seat as he talked, “Oh! And…I went to see my parents the other day and they said that they were more than willing to let us use their garden as our wedding venue! Lookie! Look!”

Euphemia looked at the squealing man’s phone, analyzing all the various colors of flowers organized almost like a botanical garden, alongside an aisle of grass that Euphemia imagined Jules would use to walk towards her holding a bouquet of his mother’s finest roses and lilies. The more she stared at the photo, the more she was reminded of their upcoming wedding…and the more she realized that expenses were about to start piling up.

Even though she was somewhat relieved that Jules’ parents were helping them save money with a beautiful but cheap venue, she still thought about everything that still needed to be done. What would they wear to the wedding? Jules didn’t own anything particularly nice and while she had a couple of cocktail dresses from her parents’ numerous parties, she didn’t think that any of them screamed bride-to-be. Plus, what wedding would be complete without a wedding cake? They didn’t need anything fancy of course, since Euphemia and Jules had hoped for a rather small wedding, but even the cheapest cakes ran about $100 at the lowest at their local bakery, and her parents didn’t seem very eager to pitch in. Of course, what little guests they did have at the wedding, they would need to provide food for as well, so Euphemia couldn’t help but just see all the dollar signs just fly past her as Jules continued to blabber on about the wedding.

“Euphemia helloooo?”, Jules called, waving his hand in front of her, “What do you think?”

“It’s very nice. Saves us a lot of money.”, Euphemia said, unsure of what to say. Jules’ smile dropped a little bit.

“Well I mean, if you would prefer something nicer, then maybe we could find a church or something to have the wedding? I’m sure my mom and dad wouldn’t mine. Heh…you’re probably would prefer it like that.”

“Who said they were going to our wedding?”, Euphemia asked, making Jules’ good mood start to fade quickly, “They don’t even want to speak with me right now.”

“O-Oh ok then…I was just thinking out loud…never mind then.”, Jules’ voice got quiet, breaking Euphemia’s heart as she blushed in embarrassment. Right before he was able to grab his dirty plate, she placed her hand gently on top of Jules’.

“Jules wait, I-I didn’t mean to snap at you. The garden is lovely and I would be honored if we got married there. It’s just…Can we just not talk about my parents right now? They’re really starting to stress me out. I-I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

“Oh…yes of course. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize talking about them would be upsetting right now.”, Euphemia kicked herself for dampering Jules’ mood, but as much as she HATED seeing him hurt or worry, anything remotely referring to her parents made her body tense up, almost as if it were squeezing itself tightly. “I didn’t upset you too much, did I?”

“No darling. It’s ok.”

“Are you sure.”

“Yes! I’m fine!”

It was all starting to become too much. This had been the millionth time he had tried to probe her thoughts, even though she felt that it wasn’t his job. As much as she loved him dearly, she had to admit that she was starting to get more and more annoyed with every question about her well-being? Why couldn’t he just trust her? Why couldn’t he see that she was an adult woman and that she was perfectly capable to taking care of her family? She knew he meant well, but sometimes…it was just too much for her to handle.

Usually however, she was pretty good at keeping her temper together, even though she often felt like she was about to explode. This time however, Jules’ frown deepened, crossing his arms as he looked at him.

“Ok you know what, what’s you deal?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“I’ve told you a million times, I’m fine!”, Euphemia said defensively, “Can’t you just allow me to take care of you?”

“I’m sorry! You’ve just been acting so weird lately. I-I can’t help but feel there’s something you’re not telling me.”, Jules got up from his seat and Euphemia, despite feeling somewhat mad at him, couldn’t help but reach her arms as they walked into the kitchen and guided him to sit down. “I-I just gotta know. Are you happy right now?”

“What? Of course I am! Hadn’t I told you that a million times?”

“I-I know but…you just didn’t seem very excited when I told you about the venue. I know it’s not super high class like you had hoped for but…I thought we had agreed on a small wedding. I-I thought it would be what you wanted.”

“I…It is!”

“Euphemia, I need you to tell me the truth.”, Jules said sadly, finally sitting down for his unborn, “Do you even still want to be with me? I can’t help but feel that you’ve been avoiding me lately. You know, you’re never there for my doctor’s appointments, you didn’t come with me to my parents, you’ve been leaving a lot earlier than usual..”

“Well, what the hell do you expect me to do Jules?!”, she snapped, unable to hold her anger anymore, “I’ve got to take extra hours in order to pay for this baby and wedding, since my parents don’t seem to give a shit about my happiness! I’m doing the best I can, ok? I’m sorry I can’t be there 24/7. You know how much I would love to have you in my arms all day every day, but I-I just can’t right now, ok?”

“So…I-I don’t understand…you’re really confusing me…if you’re taking extra shifts from work, then how come in bills haven’t been paid on time?”, Jules asked, appalled by Euphemia’s attitude, “The late fees are really starting to pile up, you know?

“Well…I just forgot about them, ok? I’ll pay them tonight. I promise.”

“Ok that’s fine. If you need extra time then that’s fine, but…I just don’t understand why you’re getting so defensive with me!”, Jules’ vocabulary started to shoot up, making Euphemia somewhat nervous, “I mean…if you need, I don’t mind helping out if you would have asked me…I really don’t’ mind. I just don’t appreciate you getting all upset with me just because I wanted your input about the wedding I THOUGH you wanted and the child I THOUGHT you wanted to have with me.”

“Jules I…Swear, it’s in one ear and out the other with you.”, she muttered the last part of herself, thankful that he didn’t hear her, “I do want all those things with you-“

“Then why aren’t you acting like it?”

That last question made her jump slightly as his tone was somewhat angered. Maybe it was just his erratic move swings or maybe now that the 5th month was apporoaching, he was starting to get uncomfortable, but this wasn’t the usual sensitives, non-confronting Jules that she knew and loved. What stood before her glared at her, making her feel as if he had turned her into a tiny worm, squirming around in his hand.  Maybe it was about time he knew the truth? Unable to keep it together much longer, Euphemia opened her mouth before Jules held right hand up, while his left hand rubbing his temples.

“You know what…I’m getting a headache from all of this…I just…let’s just finish the conversation later, ok? I’m sorry I upset you. I..I didn’t realize getting excited about our wedding and baby was going to put this much stress on you.”, he sighed, “I’m headed to the appointment now. You can just come with me next time, if you’re up for it. Right now, I need some space.”

After she watched him wobble out the door, Euphemia sat down on the couch, wanting to kick herself in. She just couldn’t keep her anger in, could she? Of course, she wanted to give him the world. He deserved it after all. He was the only person in the world that saw her for her person, rather than for her family or wealth. But damn….why did her parents have to cut her off NOW? Of all times? Couldn’t they have waited after they had gotten married? At least they’d only have to deal with baby expenses instead of both wedding and baby.

Taking this new free time as an opportunity, she got up and went to her computer to do some job searching, his stress making her eyes fall heavy. At long last, during her surfing time on job recruiting sites, she couldn’t help but lay her head on the desk and close her eyes on. Only about 3 hours later, did a tall, green-haired figure make his way towards the computer and try to shake her awake.

[jediken0bi]

Boundaries

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary:

When JJ makes an offhand comment about Spencer not being particularly fond of physical touch to his girlfriend it causes a bit of a misunderstanding.

word count: 3180

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Ever since you and Spencer decided to ditch your colleagues for the third time in a row to watch Doctor Who at his place instead, which resulted in him awkwardly admitted to liking you at the end of the night, you two have been practically inseparable. You knew that Spencer was shy when it comes to physical affection from the start but you also knew that a huge part of it was the lack of said affection throughout his life.

Often times he looks surprised when you hug him or kiss him with no particular reason in mind other than that you wanted to.

It's like he's used to only experiencing soft touches in the context of challenging and heartbreaking events happening to him.

You were set on changing that. You're going to make up for all the people who have failed to treat him with the love he deserves.

So far he hasn't stopped you from trying either. You cuddle him every chance you get, you kiss him whenever the opportunity presents itself and the environment allows it, you hold his hand while you're on the jet. You make sure Spencer is on board for all of this though.

You always ask him if he's okay with it before. The last thing you want is for Spencer to feel uncomfortable with you.

He's never denied you though and your question is always received with a big smile on his face.

Despite being very responsive to your touches Spencer doesn't allow himself to outright ask for them. Your best guess is that it comes from a long line of people denying him these simple pleasures. The thought breaks your heart.

You two were in the elevator on your way to meet the rest of the team in the bullpen when it all sort of went south.

You were holding hands with Spencer and he subconsciously squeezes your hand a little once the doors open. You give him a smile and lean up to press a small kiss to his cheek.

He immediately turns bright red and you giggle. He's given up on asking you for their reasons. He's starting to accept that you like kissing him and that's reason enough.

He grins at you and you let go of your grip on his hand. You both walk to your respective desks and stuff your go bags under them.

Before you can make your way back to Spencer you spot JJ across the room seemingly headed straight to your desk.

You know JJ is Spencers best friend and while you admittedly had a hard time accepting that your boyfriends best friend was a woman he used to have a crush on, you decided that you had absolutely no reason not to trust Spencer. He was happy with you and JJ was married with kids after all. Hell, Spence is their godfather. There's no need to worry about either of them having feelings for the other. You're sure of it"

Plus, you really like JJ. She was the hardest to win over simply because she and Spencer were so close but she never treated you with hostility. She was kind and respectful but kept you at distance until she was sure you were right for Spencer. You would've been upset if you weren't so happy someone was looking out for him after all.

"Good morning JJ" you greet her happily.

It really had been a good morning.

You and Spencer woke up earlier than usual to eat breakfast together. He made you pancakes!

Or, at least he tried. They were a bit burned but you told him that they were the best pancakes you have ever had. And you meant it.

He, of course, turned bright red and refused to take the compliment so you shut him up with a kiss.

A kiss that said 'Thank you for making me breakfast. I love you and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life eating burned pancakes with you'.

"Hey Y/N i was wondering if you had a minute to talk. About Spence." JJ approached you with a certain worry in her eyes that immediately unsettled you.

"What do you mean? Did something happen? I just saw him a minute ago and he seemed fine" You say nervously. Was there something you overlooked?

You make a mental note to go through the events of this morning again.

"No, he's fine! It's not that. I just wanted to talk to you about how it's going with Spencer. You know, being a couple and all"

JJ seemed almost nervous.

You weren't sure what to think about that.

She never dug around in your business before and you don't think she's got any malicious intentions but it does throw you off a little bit.

"Did you have something specific in mind? We're doing great, JJ. I know you worry about him but i think he's happy with me"

You say proudly because you know he is.

He tells you every night when you two settle down to lie in each others arms to read for a bit.

That's code for Spencer reading to you while laying his head on your stomach and you playing with his hair.

You smile at the memory.

"Uh yeah i guess i do. I just don't want you to think of this as something personal but i think as his best friend i owe it to Spencer to talk to you about it"

She looks down at her feet seemingly uncomfortable but willing to go through with this.

You were shocked to say the least. What could she possibly have in mind that would potentially hurt your feelings? Your mind goes to the worst possible scenarios and it's giving you a good bit of anxiety.

JJ seems to spot the look on your face and grabs your hands.

"No, no, no it's nothing bad per se! Just something you should be aware of to avoid misunderstandings"

You let out a small breath and calm down a bit. You're still confused though. If it's so urgent, why wouldn't Spencer tell you himself?

You were curious though.

"Okay so what is this about then?"

JJ looks at you with a bit of pity in her eyes and you immediately decide you hate that look.

"It's just that, you know, Spence is a bit of a germaphobe and he just doesn't do very well with people invading his personal space. Not that you're invading his space! Gosh no, you're his girlfriend after all. It's just that it seems like he might be a bit overwhelmed. I know it's non of my business, but i think he's trying to be okay with the PDA because it's something you want. I'm all for expanding your comfort zones but i'm afraid Spence is not going to tell you himself"

She finishes her nervous rant and you felt your heart sinking.

Is that why he never asks for your touch? You thought it was because he was shy but maybe it's because it makes him uncomfortable.

Was he trying to protect your feelings by not denying you touch whenever you asked?

Or worse, did he think you would leave him if he put up some boundaries?

Your eyes are filled with unshed tears and you look down at your feet out of embarrassment. You don't want to see the look on JJ's face right now. You're humiliated and honestly just upset Spencer wasn't telling you all this himself.

"Oh. Well, i'm sorry. I didn't know. I thought we were okay but i'll make an effort to turn it down. Thanks JJ"

It's clear she wanted to say something in return but you already turned away from her to flee the scene. It was overwhelming and you didn't want her to see you cry over this.

You went to the only place you knew you could feel freely without having to downplay the whole thing.

Penelopes Office.

You knock twice at her door.

"Hey Pen, can i come in? Are you busy?"

She immediately opens the door and with it, her arms.

"Never too busy for you honey bun!"

You give her a sad smile and hug her tightly.

You sniffle a little and she closes the door behind you two.

"What's wrong Y/N? Did Spencer do anything? I'll kill him for you. I have about twenty seven different ways that would make it look like an accident! Perks of working for the FBI"

This actually makes you laugh and you immediately know you've made the right call coming to Garcia.

"It's more about what he didn't do. Pen, am i a bad girlfriend?"

She grabs your shoulders and pushes you out of her embrace to look at you.

"What? How could you possibly think that? Boy Wonder has never been happier and i've known the kid for a solid couple of years!"

You look down again with an empty smile

"Then why would he send JJ to tell me all about how uncomfortable i make him?"

Okay so maybe you were being a bit dramatic but it feels like he broke your trust by talking to JJ about it before talking to you. At least, you assume he did. Why else would she bring this up?

"He did what? Are you sure?"

You raise your arms in a frustrated manner.

"I don't know Penny all i know is that JJ had some thoughts on how to be in a relationship with Spence!"

Garcia looked shocked and it makes you laugh.

"Yeah, that was my initial reaction too"

She shakes herself out of it.

"Did you talk to Spencer about what he thinks?"

You look at her with sheepish eyes.

"I don't want to yet. I'm upset with him and honestly a little embarrassed. I just wish he would've told me certain things himself. I think i'm going to take a sick day, okay? Can you let Hotch know i'm out for today?"

She looks at you with understanding eyes and gives you a nod.

"Of course, Bunny. Take care. And don't forget that Spencer loves you!"

You smile and give her a nod in return.

"Yeah, i know"

And with that you're out the door and on your way to grab your bag from your desk.

Of course you end up running into the one person you don't want to talk to right now.

Spencer looks at you with a small smile and you give him one back. Admittedly, yours looks a bit forced but you don't have the energy to pretend right now.

"What are you doing?" He asks innocently. He must be unaware of your conversation with JJ.

"I- Uh i'm taking a sick day. I'm not feeling so well"

You try to avoid eye contact but you fail to ignore Spencers worried expression in your peripheral vision.

"Are you okay? Was it the breakfast? I told you you shouldn't have eaten the pancakes!"

He sounds so distressed you can't help but laugh.

You were still mad at him but he was just too cute for his own good.

Out of habit you raise your hand to plant it on the nape of his neck where you usually toy with his hair before kissing him.

Just as you were about to put your hand on him you shake yourself out of it and retreat it.

He looks at you with confused eyes.

"What's wrong?"

He asks you with sad eyes. He's giving you completely mixed signals and it's driving you insane. Did he suddenly want you to touch him?

"Nothing. I just- I'm really tired"

You look down at your bag and pick it up to make your way out of there.

Spencer grabs your hand and it causes you to stop in your tracks. You breath in and out and turn around to look at him once again.

"Are- I mean are you leaving now?"

He looks at you with an embarrassed glint in his eyes. But there's something more to it. He looks hopeful. Like he's expecting something.

Maybe he's waiting for you to kiss him goodbye like you always do says a small voice on the back of your head.

No, you shake your head, JJ was perfectly clear about these things.

"Yeah, i am. See you later okay?"

You say with a small smile. You weren't mad at him for not being comfortable with PDA. That's not it at all. You just wanted him to be the one telling you.

You squeeze his hand and he exhales a little.

"Yes! Yeah, um, we're still on for tonight right? Your place?"

He seems so nervous and it reminds you a lot of the first few dates you two had. He was so afraid of messing up, of being laughed at or rejected.

"Of course we are. I'll order us some Chinese"

You give him a real smile and he starts lighting up as well.

"Yeah i'd like that. See you, uh, tonight then"

He's still holding your hand and you squeeze it one more time before letting go.

As you step into the elevator you know that you two have a lot to talk about.

--timeskip approx. 8h--

You've spend all day trying to figure out how to talk to Spencer about what happened at work today. You didn't want to fight with him and you hope he's not going to try and shut you out.

All your worries pretty much wash away when you find Spencer at your door holding a beautiful arrangement of flowers.

When he finally reveals himself behind them you can't help but drag him inside and press a kiss to his lips. You smile into the kiss and it's not long before Spencer does the same. It's harder than it sounds like but you two aren't willing to separate yet so you keep kissing for a little longer before leaning back to accept the arrangement.

"Thank you, Spence. They're beautiful"

You push the curls out of his face and cup his cheek in your hand.

He leans into it and closes his eyes for a second

"Almost as beautiful as you"

It's barely a whisper but you heard him.

Putting the flowers down on the counter you don't waste a single second hugging him tight to your chest.

He hums in contentment and you melt into him.

You've missed him so much today. You weren't used to being at distance with him. Emotionally or physically.

Speaking of.

"Does that mean we're okay again?"

Spencer asks pressing small kisses to your neck.

You shutter slightly before leaning back to look at him.

"What do you mean? Were we not okay before?"

You brush the curls that have fallen back into his eyes away again and he looks at you with wide loving eyes.

"I don't know i thought we were but then you didn't- um i don't know you just left and i thought maybe i had done something to upset you?"

He looks nervous. Almost like he's afraid he's going to say something wrong. You give him a small sad smile and decide that now is as good of a time as ever.

"I didn't kiss you because i know you're not comfortable with that"

You weren't mad anymore. You had enough time to process what happened and you've come to the conclusion that Spencer must've had his reasons. You're willing to let him explain.

He on the other hand looks at you like you've grown a second head.

"What? No i- why would you think that?"

You huff out a breath and look at him for a moment with raised eyebrows. You really thought he was going to tell you now. Is he waiting for you to say it?

Spencer looked genuinely confused and upset you would even suggest such a thing. It makes you wonder if he talked to JJ at all.

"Look, JJ came to talk to me today and cleared some things up and honestly i'm not upset about what she said. Not really. I'm upset i had to find out from someone who wasn't you. You could've told me. You should have told me actually"

This didn't do anything to wipe off Spencers confused expression. If anything, his frown just got deeper.

"Y/N i seriously don't know what you're talking about. I haven't talked to JJ this week"

Now it's your turn to frown. Did he not know? Was it really just JJ making assumptions that weren't true?

"But she said- No it doesn't matter what she said. What matters is that i want you to tell me, right now, if my affections make you uncomfortable in any shape of form. It's okay if they do Spence! I know i'm a lot but it's important we're both okay with what's happening between us"

He stares at you with a mix of adoration and confusion.

"Of course i'm not uncomfortable with you! I would tell you if i was. It's not even like you're doing any of it without checking with me first! Why would i lie to you?"

You let out a frustrated huff.

"Because you don't wanna hurt my feelings! But it's okay. We're equals and we can set up boundaries if you want. All that matters to me is that you won't shut me out"

Spencer smiles at you and it confuses you. Why the sudden mood change? Not that you're complaining. His smile always did manage to make you feel better. This time is no exception.

He grabs your hands and pulls you closer again.

This is new. Not the hand holding, but the fact that Spencer is the one initiating it.

"I promise you i have never been more comfortable with a person. I don't know what JJ told you and i'm definitely going to have a talk with her about boundaries but as far as we go, i'm more than happy with where and what we are"

You give him a small laugh and he joins in.

You wrap your arms around his middle and bury your head in his chest.

"So you're okay with me kissing you or touching you in general? In front of the team"

He presses a small kiss to the top of your head.

"More than okay" He whispers

You smile and lift your head to give him a proper kiss. He grabs the side of your head and pulls you even closer.

Lips just millimeters apart you look him in the eyes and find nothing but love in them.

"Also, next time you leave work without kissing me goodbye i'll make a scene. No hesitation"

You laugh loudly and push him away. He playfully stumbles back a couple of steps and laughs with you. He shrugs his shoulders

"Try me"

You lean your head on his shoulder.

You don't even know what you were worried about anymore. Spencer has a way to make all the problems seem to minuscule. You can confidently say you've never been happier.

[bungou-stray-dingus]

Hello! Thank God I found a still active BSD imagines blog 😭 So, I have quite a specific request if it's ok um can you please do a scenario where Ranpo has a smol female s/o and she's very child-like (in appearance & personality) similarly to him but in everyone's surprise, Ranpo becomes mature when it comes to her. Like, he takes care of her, looks out for her and maybe tell her off when she's misbehaving. My advance thanks to you!~also, do you do NSFW? asking for a friend ;) hehe

A/N : I DO BELIEVE THAT I FINISHED THE SECOND ASK BEFORE I FINISHED THE FIRST ONE. WELL EITHER WAY, HERE WE GO! DOUBLE RANPO REQUESTS COMING OUT! I stan lil snack boy, he is *MWAH*

Ranpo

When he first saw her in the candy shop he had to do a double take. She seemed almost too perfect. He was salivating, and it wasn't because he was surrounded by sugar filled rock candies and pastries, no, it was her. The way her her legs looked in those knee high socks, the way they traveled up underneath her short skirt, the cute little face she made, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth as she reached on her tiptoes for a bag of candy on the highest shelf. She was precious, she looked delectable, and she put all the other candy in the store to shame. Of course he went over to help her, even though he wasn't much taller than she was himself, but what other way was he going to make her his if he didn't make his move.

He woke up to the sound of glass shattering in the kitchen followed by the sound of your soft voice mumbling to yourself. "Shoot, shoot shoot! Darn it! Oh man." He pulled the blankets off himself and got out of bed, not wanting you to cut yourself on any of the glass that you had broken. He was always so worried about you, you were pretty clumsy and you were prone to hurting yourself often, but that just gave him more reason to hover and be close to you.

He slipped his slippers on and made his way into the kitchen, finding you crouched on the floor sweeping the shards of glass into the dustpan. You looked up and saw him standing next to the counter, staring down at the glass on the floor. "You okay, cinnamon bun?" He asked, finally bending down to finish with the smaller shards that you might miss. "Hmm? Yeah! Sorry I woke you up. I was trying to make breakfast for you and the cup got in the way." You said, your voice always so cheerful, your smile never faltered. When he finished cleaning up the glass he checked you over, looking over your hands and knees to make sure that you didn't cut yourself or get any glass embedded in your skin. After he made sure you were okay he kissed along your knuckles before pressing a small kiss to your nose. "Please be more careful." He murmured, but that wasn't a parting statement, that was an honest plead. If anything happened to you it would destroy him completely.

He sat at the table, his feet propped up on the edge as he watched you turn on the burner to the stove. His heartbeat quickened, the thought of you and fire mixed together, it didn't seem good. It's not that you didn't know how to do things for yourself, it's just that sometimes you got distracted and that could be really bad for you and the apartment with the burner on. "Do you need my help with that?" He asked as nonchalantly as he could, hoping that you would say yes. He would much rather you sit at the table and let him take over the cooking, just so he knows you wouldn't get burnt. You gave him his favorite wind chime giggle as you turned to look at him. "Of course not! I'm like, the worlds greatest breakfast chef, like, ever!" You said, and he couldn't help but smile at how adorable you looked. You were wearing one of his shirts and his favorite knee high socks with an apron tied around yourself. He was torn between watching you move around the kitchen, his eyes glued to the way your body looked in the early morning sun, or getting up and helping you anyway.

The oil popped in the pan as the eggs sizzled, every pop made him jump especially when you let out a little squeal, he feared that the oil had landed on you and that your beautiful skin had been burnt. Then you would let out a breathy chuckle, he could tell that you were embarrassed. "Turn down the burner, pumpkin." He'd say, and you would slowly inch closer to the stove, your arm stretched as far as you could stretch it to turn the knob on the stove. When the bubbling and popping subsided you would smile proudly at him, your eyes squeezed shut and give him two thumbs up. "I did it!" He would hum with approval, letting himself relax knowing that you won't get hurt, hopefully, in the next five minutes at least.

Everyone at the Agency was shocked at how mature Ranpo had become over a matter of six months. He wasn't as childlike as he had been before, but now that he had someone else to worry about and look out for, he knew he had to do some growing up of his own, especially since you were very childlike yourself. He didn't mind it, as long as you were okay, that was his main concern, you were his top priority. You had helped him find a reason to grow up, to be a better version of himself, and you weren't even aware. From the start, he had begun the maturing process. The first date he went on with you, you had tripped up a set of stairs and skinned your knee. When he saw the small tear clinging to the edge of your eye he had almost cried himself. Then when you had been on the phone with him one night and he heard you slightly whimper in pain, the pained "Ow" that you had muttered into the receiver, he almost had a heart attack. He was about to run to your apartment to make sure that you were okay, that is until you reassured him that you had just burnt your finger on a pan by accident. God, did this man worry about you. It seemed like it took forever for him to convince you to move in with him, just so he could keep an eye on you constantly, but once he did it felt like some weight had been lifted.

You had finally finished making breakfast and he could finally take a deep breath. He watched you carefully as you walked over, placing the plate on the table before sitting on his lap, swinging your legs back and forth as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Did you make a plate for yourself, pumpkin?" He asked, trying to not think too hard about your lack of pants as you rocked back and forth on his lap. He could feel the blood flowing south, and he knew that if you felt it, the two of you would be locked in the bedroom for the next two hours. "Hmm? Oh, nope! Not hungry right now. I'll cook something when you go to work." You said, and his eyes went wide, the thought of you being home alone and cooking scared the hell out of him.

"How about I just bring you home something during my break?!" He said almost too forcefully, and you leaned back to look at him. He thought that he had hurt your feelings, and he was about to apologize until you flashed a big smile, pressing your lips to his. "I love when you visit me during your breaks! Thanks, honey bunny!" You slid off his lap, and ran to the bedroom. He heard the sound of something hitting the door frame and he leaned back in his chair to see you sitting on the floor, your hands wrapped around your ankle.

"What did you hit this time?"

"Funny bone..."

"I'll get the ice."

One thing he loves doing is taking you out on his days off. He'll take you out to eat or out to the movies or when the weather allows it, he'll take you for a stroll through the park. Anything that allows him to spend time with you and give you his undivided attention he loved doing it. He would have his arm wrapped around your waist while you held onto his coat. He thought it was precious how tight you gripped onto him, how close you pressed your body against his.

One time he taken you to CosmoWorld and you had begged him to get on the Ferris Wheel. It's not that he didn't like the Ferris Wheel, he thought it looked beautiful from a distance, especially at night when it was lit up, but the concept of you and him, especially you, being that high up with no harness or really anything to keep you from falling out, it didn't really sit well with him. He wasn't scared of heights, he was scared of you falling to your death.

"Let's just pick something else. I'll win you a prize from one of the games. Pick any prize, I'll get it for you." He had tried to coax you away from the Ferris Wheel, gently pulling you in a different direction. You yanked your hand away from his and folded your arms across your chest, pouting at him as you stomped your foot. "No. I want to ride the Ferris Wheel."

"I don't think the Ferris Wheel is a good idea, not after we've eaten." He didn't like you being mad at him, and he definitely didn't like saying no to you, but sometimes he wished that you would just take no as an answer and move on with it.

"If you won't take me on the Ferris Wheel, I'll find someone else to do it." You said, sticking your nose in the air and turning your back on him. You began walking away, but you didn't get very far before he was right behind you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to look at him.

"Y/N, stop it." He said sternly, his hands moving to grip onto your waist, holding you tightly to make sure you didn't try to turn away again. "Now look, I said I'd get you a prize, but if you want to act like this we can just go home."

Your lip jutted out and began trembling, he tried to not let it affect him, but he hated making you sad. He closed his eyes so he didn't have to see how upset you looked, it helped him keep his composure, but once you started sniffling he broke. "Come on, don't cry."

"You didn't call me pumpkin... am I not your pumpkin?" You asked quietly and as silly as your question was, he knew that you were serious. At this point you had already forgotten about the Ferris Wheel dilemma, you were worried more about the fact that he had used your first name. It was a rarity, the only times you ever heard him say your name was in the bedroom or when he was irritated with you.

"Of course you're still my pumpkin. Don't be silly. How about we just go home, we can cuddle and watch your favorite movies." He'd quickly brush his thumbs across your cheeks, brushing away any stray tears that had managed to fall.

You were childish, and sure you worried him to death sometimes, and sure he sometimes had to be more serious than he liked to be to get you to behave, but he loved you. He loved everything about you. He fell in love with every aspect of you, and he wouldn't change you for a thing. You're perfect just the way you are, and if anyone even tried to say anything about how you acted he would gladly put them in their place. You were him pumpkin, and he was proud to be your honey bunny.

A/N : What!? Two posts in one night? TWO RANPO POSTS IN ONE NIGHT?! YOU HECKIN KNOW IT! This one is kind of short, but I hope you enjoy it. <3

[punfit]

24/7/21

Breakfast - serving of smoothie (avocado, spinach, green capsicum, cashews, yoghurt, honey, coconut water), sweetened black coffee, 1 meringue kiss.

Snack - serving of lemon meringue pie, sweetened black tea.

Lunch - serving of instant prawn and chicken noodles with 1 egg, 2.5 servings plant based tuna, and spicy sauce, 1 meringue kiss.

Dinner - 2 servings of oven ready BBQ chicken pizza and garlic bread.

Dessert - 1 mini chocolate muffin, 1 meringue kiss, black tea.

Water - 1.8L, good.

Exercise - none.

Ate way too much for such a low level of activity. I didn't have e enough water in the morning/afternoon and wound up napping for like 3 hours in random bursts of sleepiness throughout the day.

25/7/21

Breakfast - serving of smoothie (avocado, spinach, green capsicum, cashews, yoghurt, honey, coconut water), sweetened black coffee, 1 meringue kiss.

Snack - lemon meringue pie, sweetened black tea.

Lunch - serving of sweet potato and pumpkin soup with beef and potato curry, 2 servings damper.

Snacks - 4 servings buttered microwave popcorn, 1 serving creamy soda Pepsi, 1 meringue kiss, green tea, 2 servings beef jerky.

Dessert - 2 buttermilk pancakes with chocolate sauce.

Water - 1.8L, good.

Exercise - none.

Tomorrow's the first day back at uni, so perhaps I'll leap back into a worn schedule with an exercise break in the afternoon.

26/7/21

Breakfast - serving of smoothie (avocado, spinach, green capsicum, cashews, yoghurt, honey, coconut water), sweetened black coffee, 1 meringue kiss.

Dinner - serving of mixed steamed veggies, 2 steamed dim sims, lamb chop, potato bake.

Dessert - 2 meringue kisses, green tea.

Water - 1.8L, good.

Exercise - none.

So I didn't exercise, because I woke up late and then spent the morning/afternoon making pancakes and more meringue kisses, but I also cut back on the snacking. I count that as a win.

27/7/21

Breakfast - 2 buttermilk pancakes with apple pie topping and caramel syrup, sweetened black coffee, 1 meringue kiss.

Snack - serving of lemon meringue pie, green tea.

Dinner - 2 servings biriyani with 1 serving chicken curry and potato curry.

Dessert - 1 mini chocolate muffin, 3 meringue kisses, green tea.

Water - 1.8L, good.

Exercise - none.

I could feel the sugar on my teeth.

28/7/21

Breakfast - 1 pink lady apple, 1 choc caramel muesli bar, 1 string cheese, 2 servings salted cashews, sweetened black coffee, 1 meringue kiss.

Lunch - 2 layer egg, bacon, cheese and fishcake sandwich on buttered white toast with sriracha, garlic mayo and BBQ sauce, 1 meringue kiss.

Dinner - 1 serving beef and vegetable stew, 1 kransky hot dog with tasty cheese and roasted onion in white bun.

Dessert - 3 meringue kisses, black tea.

Water - 2L, excellent.

Exercise - none.

Full day of classes and study.

Starting to break out in pimples with all the sugar and reduced water intake. They itch ; -;

29/7/21

Breakfast - 1 banana, 1 string cheese, 1 choc caramel muesli bar, serving of salted cashews, serving of sultanas, sweetened black coffee.

Snack - serving of lemon meringue pie.

Dinner - serving of biriyani with chicken curry, potato curry, salad with ranch dressing.

Dessert - 5 meringue kisses, black tea.

Snack - 1.3 servings buttered microwave popcorn.

Water - 1.8L, good.

Exercise - 21 mins on the treadmill at 4km/h and incline of 10%; Chloe Ting flat abs in 30 days (10 mins); 25 x (donkey kicks, butt bridges, double leg raises, crunches, half push-ups)

Had the last slice of pie today. The last time I made it was over two years ago, so I thought I'd commemorate it.

Wasn't planning on exercising but then the mood struck. The walk went well, and I took some very brief breaks during the Chloe Ting video but made it through all the moves okay (with a modified bunny-hop-plank because I was indoors), and then I threw on those 25-rep moves because my abs weren't really sore from the video, so either my muscles are still working after almost two months of rest, or I didn't do the video moves correctly. Felt good after it all, which is the main thing. :)

I'm thinking of trying to properly 'meal plan' so to speak, by being more mindful of what I eat. My weight loss seemed to go fastest when I reduced my intake of bread and dairy (and sugary treats too) so I'll aim towards those two goals, as well as more fruit and veg and protein to help me feel full.

The only sweet treats I'll accept will be meringue kisses, because there are so many to get through. :P

30/7/21 Weight

SW: 80KG

CW: 63.0KG

GW: 60KG

0.5KG down from last week. Hard to believe it's already been a week since last weigh in.

Still, that's not bad for only two days back on exercise (and all that sugar 😬)

Breakfast - 2 buttermilk pancakes with maple syrup and salted butter, sweetened black coffee.

Dinner - serving of mixed steamed veggies, 1 steamed dim sim, 1 serving roast chicken with spicy sauce and 2 servings stuffing, 0.5 corn on the cob.

Dessert - 1 meringue kiss.

Water - 2L, excellent.

Exercise - 21 mins on the treadmill at 4km/h and incline of 10%; Chloe Ting flat abs in 30 days (10 mins); 25 x (donkey kicks, butt bridges, double leg raises, crunches, half push-ups).

I noticed that I've lost the faint ab lines I worked so hard for all those months. ;n;

I've only gained maybe 1.5-2KGS from my lowest recorded weight, but it's really visible around my face and belly. And my arm muscles are hiding under the returning chub, which makes me sad. I worked hard for these muscles. They're still there, but I can't see them so well anymore.

Oh well, with a little work and time I can easily come back around. Just gotta stay consistent. 💪

[the-fiction-witch]

The Russian and The American P15 Gone Shopping

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT  COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER  RATING: SWEET AF

I Gently woke up stretching my arms up noticing I was cold and the covers tucked around me tighter than usual, I moved sitting up fixing my hair where some of it had fallen from my bun into my eye. I noticed the bed was empty. I shrugged. Maybe he got up early today so I got up fixing my little nightie as I walked out across the apartment noticing it was cold, Quiet and Empty upon first glance "Benny?" I asked into the room but no response. I wondered out towards the kitchen "Benny?" I asked again slightly louder but still nothing I noticed a little note on the chess board on the dining table

'Gone Shopping,

Back soon Honey Bunny.

Benny x'

I smiled going for a shower and washing my hair wrapping myself up in the towels as I tidied up the apartment, I smiled going and putting one of the few dust covered records he had on letting the sweet music gently play listening to the sweet tunes as I cleaned, I dug in my bag for one of my dresses seeing one of my little bottles of Pills spill out and onto the floor seeing the rainbow of coloured pills I ignored it and stuffed them back into the bottle hiding them away again, I don't know why I felt the need to hide them in all honesty, I mean benny see's me take them everyday? I don't want to worry him is all. I dried off my hair and put it back up in my usual tight bun as I did I saw benny's flowery robe he often slips on of a morning or when he can't be brother to actually get dressed I slipped it down from the door and over my shoulders it swamping my much smaller body in the little towel but it was another to keep away the chill as I went to go make myself an apple juice and some eggs for breakfast. As I stood setting up the kitchen to cook the door opened revealing benny with groceries

"Ohh hey you, You're up then" he laughs

"You could have woke me"

"Well I didn't you where sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you up" He says locking up the door and putting the shopping on the side "wha- what are you wearing?"

"Don't I look pretty?" I asked

"You look beautiful" he smiled wrapping his arms around me tightly nuzzling into my neck giving my skin there a kiss "You should be like this every morning"

"What? In a towel?"

"In a towel, in my clothes, your hair up in a cute bun, no make up on... I don't know. You just look... happy" He says kissing my cheek "Ohh I picked up some extra stuff because we are having a fancy night

"A Fancy night?"

"Like... a date but. Since you can't leave the house it'll just be the two of us a little at home date night"

"Sounds lovely benny" I smiled giving him a kiss "Now I should get dressed I still need to do my poses"

"Yes! I hoped you'd wait till I was home to do them..." He smiled "Can't you do them in the towel? Or better yet... without the towel"

"Don't push your luck benny" I laughed going to the bedroom.

[sincerelynamkook]

Dare Me

Jungkook x You

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1460

Playlist: “Mia” by Bad Bunny ft Drake // “Escápate Conmigo” by Wisin ft Ozuna

“What are you holding in your hands?” You ask him when you see his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His hair is wet from the shower he just took, towel wrapped around his bottom half allowing you to have a full view of his chiseled abs and pecs. He has a determined look on his face, but as you walk closer you see a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it.” He says. His eyes following your every move from the reflection in the mirror. He brings his hand, the one holding a scissor, closer to his face and smirks. He knows how much you’ve been loving, and enjoying, his long hair. He’s never had it this long before and he knows his fans are loving seeing him perform with it on stage, but they have no idea that he’s letting it grow because of how much fun it is for you hold on to it in the bedroom.

“Jeon Jungkook, don’t you fucking dare.” You stop your pursuit at the doorway, hands up as if in surrender.

“You lost our bet last night. This is your punishment. Did you think I was joking?” He asks your reflection. He’s still facing away from you holding that demonic device in his hand, opening and closing the scissor a few times just to taunt you.

Fine, two can play this game. He forgets he’s dating a Gemini.

He must sense your mind working because he lets out a soft laugh. If it was another time you would’ve loved that laugh, but right now all you hear is a challenge.

You let your hair down from the messy bun you’re sporting. You run your hands through your long wavy locks to sort it out and flip it over your shoulders.

“You know, you cutting your hair will be just as much of a loss for you as it is for me.” You say as you start to slowly unbutton his white button-up shirt you put on when you woke up this morning, since it was the closest thing you could find on the bedroom floor.

“How so? I’m just trying to cut it so it doesn’t get in my eyes during my performances” He says. He’s still looking at your reflection, the hand holding the scissor is now gripping the bathroom vanity. You see his eyes follow your hands as you unbutton your shirt. You know he loves it when you wear his shirt, especially if there’s nothing underneath it.

“Well you know how grabby I get. You know how much I love to hold your hair as you eat me out. Or did you forget?” You remove your shirt and walk towards him. You notice the affect you’re having on him. His breathing is rapid, his knuckles are white from gripping the vanity so hard, and his eyes are solely focused on you in the mirror.

You bring your hands to his back and softly trace his muscles with your fingernail. Standing on your tippy toes, you bring your face close to his neck, and whisper in his ear,

“You know how much I love to hold your hair as you pump into me with that dick of yours. How turned on you get when I pull on this long hair of yours causing you to get even harder and make me even more wet.” You describe as you run your hands through his hair and pull it.

“You’re not playing fair” he growls. His eyes are closed, relishing in the feeling of your hands in his hair and on his body. He’s ready to give in, but just like you, he loves a challenge.

“Never said I was fair, honey” you smirk as you make eye contact with him in the mirror.

He concedes. The flutter of your eyelashes, the way your long hair falls just perfectly around you, the way your cheeks are a bit flushed from feeling aroused, the way his heart burst with love for you....he drops the scissor in the sink.

“I must’ve forgotten what all that feels like. I think you need to show me again.” He turns around and holds you tight against him, picking you up by your ass you instantly wrap your legs around him. You can feel his arousal right between your core. You have both your hands in his hair now, holding tightly as he walks you both back to the bed.

“My pleasure. You know how much I love to teach you.” He falls on the bed with you below him. Lips collide, tongues fighting for dominance. You love the fact that you both try to dominate each other because it always leads to a hot situation.

Your hands are in his hair, pulling at his strands, while his hands are rough against your breast. He holds the weight of your right breast in his palms and roughly squeezes your nipple before doing the same to the other. You gasp for breath and he takes the opportunity to suck your neck, making a trail down your body.

He pauses when he reaches your navel making you look down to see him smirking. You roll your eyes and grab a fistful of his hair and push him closer to your core. He chuckles, but knows better than to defy you.

He doesn’t hesitate to make you squirm. Lick after lick, suck after suck, he eats you like he’s never tasted anything more delicious. He inserts two fingers inside you and before you know it you’re contracting around him.

Your loud moans are music to his ears. He loves knowing he’s the only one that can pleasure you like that. He kisses your pussy one last time before making his way up your body. His lips find yours and you can taste yourself on him. He rolls you both over so you’re now on top of him.

You can feel his hardened dick at your center. You start to slowly grind on him, your juices making it easier to slide over it, while his tongue dances with yours. You let go of his lips, scraping your nails over his chest and abs as you sit up, making sure to align yourself with his dick before sitting yourself on top of him. His guttural grunt as you start to ride him makes you smile.

“Fuck”, he moans as he feels the tighteness of you surrounding him. He holds onto your hips and guides you to move faster.

Your moans intermingle with each other, making a sensual melody. He loves seeing your tits bounce as you move over him. He grabs one then the other, squeezing your nipples making you drip even more. Your gasp and the way you drop your head back lets him know you’re close to the edge. He sits up and flips you again so you’re under him.

“I want to cum with you” he says, as he slides you to the edge of the bed so he has on foot on the floor to give him a better angle. His thrusts become harder, making you scream in pleasure. You hold your breasts to add more intensity as his movements become more erratic.

You both grunt loudly, screaming “fuck baby” as both your orgasms hit in intense waves. He falls over you. You push him off after feeling his weight settle on your smaller frame. Your moans and grunts are now replaced with heavy breaths as you try to come down from your high.

He’s laying beside you, eyes closed, arm resting over his face. His chiseled chest moves rapidly as he tries to get his bearings. You notice how the sweat makes his body glisten and how his long hair is now wet making it look even more wavier. You move to lay on your side, resting your head on your hand.

He relishes in the feel of your gentle hands running through his hair and down his jaw and chest. He cuddles closer to you but then just grabs you and hugs you while pinning you down with his legs over yours. He burrows his head in the crook of your neck, placing one gentle kiss along your jaw. You smile sweetly, loving how boysih he gets after sex. Your hands continue their trail on his hair, giving it one last pull until he moves his head away from your neck to look at you.

“Don’t you ever fucking try to cut your hair again,” you tell him. He smirks before crushing his mouth over yours to give you a heated kiss.

“I love when you try to boss me around. Keep it up and I’ll be ready for round two in no time.”

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Ankle Biter

Summary: ​It’s Red’s turn to be de-aged. Luckily, Edge knows someone who has experience with babies.

Tags:  Pre-Spicyhoney, Pre-Relationship, De-Aged, Baby Bones, First Times

Notes: So, I have this weird not-really-a-series-but-it-is storyline of de-aged fics. This came to me last night at 3am, while I was well-dosed with cold medicine so do with that what you will. 

The stories are, in order:

A Little Edgy | A Lot Edgier | Keeping Elastic | A Bit of a Stretch

And now this one:

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It was close to noon when the pounding on the front door woke Stretch. Much too early to be dragging ass out of bed but whoever was exercising their fist on their door wasn’t taking ‘not home’ for an answer.

Stretch shuffled down the stairs, bathrobe hanging open over his shorts and T-shirt. He scrubbed at his dry sockets with the back of his hand, grumbling out, “yeah, yeah, keep your hair on.”

As it turned out, the knocker didn’t have any hair to cling to. Edge stood on the porch in that stiff posture of his that made Stretch wonder if he shoved a broomstick through his pelvis every morning to make sure his spine was level.

He hadn’t seen Edge in a few weeks; some shit was going down in Underfell, or that was the Fell bros’ excuse for skipping out on movie night. To have him showing up on their porch in the middle of the damn day meant things, probably none of them good.

In his arms was a bundle, wrapped up in Edge’s prized scarf. Before Stretch could even put together a ‘what the fuck’, Edge twitched aside the corner of the scarf to reveal a sleeping baby bones, one with suspiciously familiar bone structure

Stretch sighed and held open the door. Looked like his penance for skipping out on sentry duty made deliveries.

“whatever the fuck our science types are working on, they can stop anytime now,” Stretch grumbled. His own turn in short pants was still a sore point between him and Blue, his bro being torn between outright asking what was up and pretending it never happened. Just as well, Stretch wanted to talk about it again right around as much as he wanted to loan out a femur to the Dogi.

At least now they had baby clothes laying around. Red hadn't been happy about being changed into the panda outfit and Stretch nearly lost a finger to those baby shark teeth. Little bastard was quick, even when he was fun-size.

Luckily, Blue had a few cinnamon bunnies in the kitchen. Stretch was currently tearing off pieces and handing them to Red, watching in morbid fascination as he stuffed them into his sharp-toothed maw. How Red and Edge hadn’t accidentally bitten their own hands off as kids was a mystery for the ages.

Edge was still standing stiffly next to him and Stretch wondered idly if he’d forgotten to take out the broomstick this morning. Maybe that was what made Edge sound so surly when he snapped out, “Watch your language!”

That made Stretch blink. He played back everything he’d said recently in his head and came across a possible stumbling block. Disbelief was dripping from his voice as Stretch asked, “did you just tell me to not swear in front of your brother?”

To Stretch’s delight, a flush of red tinted Edge’s cheekbones, “He’s a baby.”

“your brother?” Stretch asked gleefully, handing another piece of cinnamon bunny to the brother in question. Red crammed it into his mouth, the pastry decimated instantly into mushy crumbs between those teeth. “i learned curses that left permanent scars on my soul from your brother.”

That blush heightened and truly, the heavens smiled down upon Stretch on this day. Edge didn’t give in, though, snapping out, “Not when he’s like that!”

“okay, okay, i’ll keep the rating to pg.” With the last bite of the bunny messily consumed, Stretch wiped Red’s face clean, neatly avoiding his snapping teeth. “all right, you little piranha, down you go.”

He plunked Red on the floor and sat crosslegged across from him, taking a quick picture of his scowling face with his little panda ears bobbling. Fucking adorable, all there was to it. That frown turned to glee when Stretch covered his own face with his hands, quickly peeking out to earn a chorus of happy baby burbling. Oh, yeah, he was a regular comedian for the one and under crowd.

Having Edge agree was unexpected. “You’re good with him.”

Stretch gave peekaboo a time out to send Edge a sour look. “thanks. i did manage with blue.”

But to his surprise, Edge shook his head. “No, Blue and I managed with you. You’re actually very good at this.”

A compliment from the Edgelord? Seemed like it was his turn to blush. Stretch rubbed at the back of his skull uncomfortably, mumbling out, “um, thanks.”

A little avoidance seemed to be in order. Stretch scooped up the baby, flopping on his back and dangling Red above him. The baby squealed happily, hands and legs flailing. Had Red ever been so happy in his actual childhood? Stretch had no way of knowing, but he had his doubts. He didn’t remember his own baby days, either time, but since Blue looked like he was gonna burst into tears anytime it came up, Stretch was guessing he wasn’t a bundle of sunshine as a kid.

He swore he heard bones creaking as Edge slowly lowered himself to the floor to sit by them. That broomstick was getting a workout today, for sure.

“babies are easy,” Stretch said, singsong, as Red crowed his happiness, “they pretty much stay where you put em and if they cry, you toss some food their way. at least we don’t have to worry about diapers.”

“Thank you for that mental image.” Edge hesitantly reached out to touch and hastily pulled his hand back when Red growled and snapped his teeth.

“nah, don’t poke his face. like this.” Stretch lowered Red to sit on his chest. With an effort, Stretch lifted his head from the floor, crossing his eye lights and sticking out his tongue with a loud, “plllllb!”

Red laughed in delight, slapping his tiny hands on Stretch’s rib cage with enough force to make him wince. “see? easy!”

“I’m sure being a fool is very easy for you.”

That made Stretch sit up with a scowl, setting Red back on the floor on his little bottom. “look, you asked for my help.”

But Edge looked a little melancholy, something almost wistful on his face as he said, “I did. And I appreciate it.”

Okay, yeah, it might be hard for someone like Edge to unwedge his broomstick enough for a little baby silliness. “there’s no one here. make a face for the baby.”

That scowl was not what Stretch had in mind. “I refuse to behave like a ridiculous—“

“c’mon,” Stretch coaxed. He made another silly face of his own and Red laughed gleefully. “see? he loves it!” The visible waver in Edge’s expression made him add with impulsive sincerity. “i won’t tell and i won’t tease. try it.”

Reluctantly, Edge pursed his mouth, crimson tongue slowly poking out and Edge blowing a raspberry was a sight that would stay with Stretch until the end of time.

More importantly, Red gave up the equivalent of a baby cackle and Edge smiled reluctantly.

“see! you’ve got some idiot in…you…” Stretch blinked, trailing off. Edge had turned towards him at the same moment Stretch leaned in and it left their faces entirely too close. Unwillingly, Stretch remembered that time in Underfell, Edge’s unexpected gentleness in the face of Stretch’s near panic at the nebulous memory of his childhood. Another brief moment of being too close and the temptation he’d felt then struck again, hastily shoved back as he had last time; it was a terrible idea, foolish and impulsive and it could only bring trouble.

Only Edge didn’t seem to have gotten the warning memo from his instincts because he leaned in and pressed their mouths together. Softly, almost chaste, a tender brush and Stretch pulled away with a gasp.

Something unreadable was glittering in Edge’s eye lights, open and vulnerable in a way he hadn’t even been when he was temporarily a baby bones himself.

“oh,” Stretch said, blankly. His own thoughts were a turmoil, what the fuck, this was…they didn’t….

“I’m sorry,” Edge said abruptly. That vulnerability was fading and it made something lurch painfully in Stretch’s soul. Edge started to stand, drawing away. But he didn’t fight when Stretch caught hold of his scarf, sinking back down as he was pulled into another kiss.

The scream of Stretch’s instincts was muffled by his soft groan as he deepened the kiss. Edge’s mouth was sweetly pliant beneath his, teeth parting, and those sharp teeth were easier to navigate like this, with equal parts care and tongue. The tang of his magic was a heady spice, his lax tongue coming slowly alive against Stretch’s and he cupped Edge’s jaw in one hand, swallowing his sigh and this was…oh, this was…

“if you two are about done, can someone get me my fucking pants?”

They jerked apart, heads turning as one to see a full-sized version of Red scowling at them. The remains of the panda pajamas were draped haphazardly over his bare pelvis, which left a horrifying amount of scarred bone on display.

Stretch cleared his throat, “i didn’t teach him that word.”

“No, I’m sure he’s known the word fuck since birth.” Edge’s brusqueness made Stretch’s soul sink, fuck, he’d known this was a stupid idea, he’dknown it.

Glumly, Stretch scooted back to sit on the couch, eye lights discreetly averted as Edge drew a pair of shorts from his inventory and handed them to his brother. He didn’t watch as Red scrambled into them, muttering increasingly foul curses beneath his breath as he accepted shirt, shoes, and jacket as well.

Only when a pair of untied sneakers appeared in his line of vision did Stretch look up again.

Red lit a cigar, exhaling a foul cloud of smoke even as he smirked. “welp, thanks for looking after me, honey bun. if it ever happens again, don’t think babysittin’ requires that much inspecting my bro’s tonsils.”

Not much Stretch could say to that. From Red’s viciously sharp grin, he knew it; it wasn’t even worth pointing out that they didn’t have tonsils. Stretch managed a mute nod and Red wandered off in the direction of the door. He didn’t wait, heading out into the snow even as Edge hesitated by the sofa.

“Thank you for your help,” Edge said stiffly and Stretch almost choked on a bitter laugh. Broomstick firmly back in place, check, and now seemed like a great time to head over to Muffet’s, get an early start in honey-laced denial.

Only the gentle touch of fingertips against his cheekbone made him startle, involuntarily looking up.

Those crimson eye lights weren’t as open as they’d been only moments before, but it was a close thing. “I’ll see you at the next movie night?”

“um, yeah, sure,” Stretch said dumbly. Those fingertips lingered, the touch firming, holding him still as Edge seemed to come to a decision. He swooped down like a damn bat, making Stretch jerk, but the soft brush of Edge’s mouth against his own again stilled him. Too brief by far and he was gone just as quickly, following his brother out with a quiet click of a closing door.

Stretch exhaled slowly, touched his mouth with trembling fingertips. How was it, he wondered distantly, that all of them were somehow getting turned into baby bones for a day but the only mystery Stretch cared about came from a kiss?

Suddenly, he was a lot more interested in watching ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ this weekend than he’d been a few hours ago. Stretch got to his feet, gathering up the shredded panda jammies and dusting cinnamon bunny crumbs off the table to disappear into the carpet.

Time to get dressed and head out to the last half of sentry duty for a nap. And if Stretch’s thoughts wandered back occasionally to the memory of a kiss, well, hey, his bro could be proud, right?

At least he was trying to solve a puzzle.

-finis-

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

T&L part 8: Determination

Part 7

Word count: 2771

Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.

— Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

3rd person POV

Next morning Arya woke up to find an empty house. There was a note from Emily telling her she made breakfast for her and that both her and Sam were gone for the day.

She had an afternoon shift at the hospital today and it was only eight in the morning. With all the free time she had after breakfast her mind drifted to a certain wolf that haunted both her dreams and reality. With a small sigh and shake of her head she decided she'll need a distraction because he was truly the last thing she wanted to think about. Not only did they barely converse but when they did it was a screaming match with a slap on top of it, but also he was taken and she was most definitely NOT the type to go after someone else's man. She probably wouldn't interest him anyways, because if Rachel is his type, she was far from it.

Turning up the music she washed the dishes and scrubbed the stove clean. Singing „Go your own way“ by Fletwood Mac at the top of her lungs while using the mop as a microphone she cleaned the floor and managed to do a dance (if you can even call it that) combining swaying of her hips, pumping a fist in the air and an occasional jump.

On the other hand, Paul was still sleeping in his wolf form just outside her window and the sound of loud music startled him. Waking up ready to jump at the threat he looked around like a maniac only to realize that the sound was in fact music and coming from the inside. He shifted back and grabbed clothes from a tree nearby and walked inside. Paul was met with a scene of his imprint singing and doing the most ridiculous dance he had ever seen. She was relaxed and free with her body and it only made her look more beautiful and sexy then the day before. Her awkwardness and innocence appealed to him on a different level, but he liked knowing she could let loose and have fun. As she pumped her fist in the air and jumped up a little she almost lost her balance and fell. Her clumsiness made him burst out laughing and she turned around and screamed in shock.

„God, you scared me to death!“

As he continued to double over laughing to the point of tears her cheeks darkened to a crimson color with embarrassment.  

„So how much of that did you see?“ she questioned with a slight crack in her voice.

He was just now catching his breath and finally got a chance to look at her properly. She wore a long black t-shirt with red leggings and grey bunny slippers on her feet. Her hair was raised into a bun on top of her head with a few stray strands escaping and framing her face that was burning red. Beauty she held seemed even more unbelievable in the morning light shinning through the windows showing every line of her make-up free face.

He found himself nervous realizing this would be their first real exchange of words.

„Long enough to see you have some moves, and oh, let's not forget the singing. Daaamn!“ He smirked with a raised eyebrow.

„Oh God“, she used her hands to cover her face, „can we just forget this ever happened, please?“

„Oh, honey, I don't think anything can erase this picture from my memory“ he replies with a playful tone while gesturing to her appearance.

„Okay then, I'm just gonna go and find a hole I can crawl into and die.“

„Not so fast princess. Where are the parents?“

She looks to him with a confused expression „ The parents?“

„Emily and Sam“ he answered in a 'duh' tone.

„Out for the day. I'm here till half past one, but I suppose you guys are allowed inside whenever, am I right?“

„Yeah, so...what's for breakfast?“ he asked not wanting to leave yet.

„There were waffles but you're about twenty minutes late. Just grab something from the fridge while I finish up in here.“

Paul was most definitely not going to tell his imprint he can't cook to save his life so he nodded and walked in thinking he could maybe make some pasta. All he had to do is boil some water, that seemed easy enough. He put a pot with pasta on the stove and turned to observe her. He was so engrossed in her that he didn't smell the burning pasta behind him, but she did. She came running into the kitchen frantically and grabbed a rag to pull the pot of the stove and threw it under the sink. Turning to him with wide eyes she used the most calm voice she could muster at the moment „How does one burn pasta? Better yet, how does one not notice the burning pasta while standing next to the pot? Please explain that to me Paul.“

„You know my name?“ he said in awe like a love-struck puppy.

„Yes I know your name“ she said with annoyance in her voice, „now please explain this enigma to me!“

„I think I, uh, forgot to put water with the pasta and I was just thinking about...a school project I have due soon...yeah a school project....and I just spaced out.“ He started stumbling over his words, nerves of her rejecting him over this thing hitting him full force.

She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest with an obvious 'I don't believe a word that just came out of your mouth' face and waited for him to continue enjoying his nervous behavior.

„Okay, I'll just be honest...I can't cook...Like at all...Once I burned water! Ever since then I've been banned from the kitchen.“

She kept her serious face for a few more seconds as a smile started spreading on her face till she couldn't fight any longer and started giggling at his statement, one hand covering her mouth. Her giggles turned into a full blown contagious laughter causing him to laugh with her, both of them sliding to the floor. After a few minutes both of them wiped their tears and finally took a few deep breaths sharing a look that sent chills down their spines.

She was the first one to snap out of it remembering he has a girlfriend „How does bacon and eggs sound?“

„Sound good...really good“, he replies still watching her face intently. He gets up and offers her a hand to pull her up. As their hands touch the heat from his fingers creeps into her consciousness blurring everything around them while the soft touch of her skin caused him to crave more than just her hand to hold.

She turns around and starts working on breakfast for Paul trying to put herself back together while he just leans on the wall behind her thinking how much he was losing the battle with the bond. The worst thing is, it wasn't just the bond anymore, he actually liked her. Sure the bond made him want to be near her, but the small bit she revealed of herself already got him intoxicated. He knew her barely a day and a half and she was already running through his veins.

Everything about her is captivating, just like the aftermath of a storm, he thought.

They were both silent as she gave him his meal and it continued while he ate.

She looked to the clock and saw she still had a few hours to kill before work.

„So, do you really have a school project to finish?“ she asked as he finished his breakfast and leaned back.

„Not really, more like a ton of homework I never get to do since I shifted.“

„Do you want me to help you? I'm pretty good with school.“

„Yeah, why not? Gotta warn you tho', I suck at all things involving school. But also I don't have my things with me right now. Maybe we can work on it later.“

„Sure, maybe others could use my help too.“ He felt a tingle of jealousy for he didn't want to share his time with anyone.

 „Why aren't you in school right now? You don't have patrol.“ She stated.

„I was on patrol last night“, he lied.

„Right..“ He could tell she was suspicious. How was she able to read him so easily?

„How about you tell me something about you then? Since all of you know my story, I'd like to get to know you better as well.“

Paul nods. His story began with his family. Sharing the story of how his mother left his father and him for another man and how he had to move back to La Push. Continuing on the part how he shifted and met Sam and Jared conveniently leaving out the part where he was a player and about his relationship with Rachel.

Sometime around noon she was paged to the E.R. and she grabbed her bag not changing her clothes and ran to her car with Paul following her close behind.

As she came to the car she stopped and saw just how damaged 'Seal' really was. With all the excitement yesterday she completely forgot to check the damage Paul caused during his fit. There were large dents on the hood with a few cracks, broken left headlight and side view mirror, her left tire flat. She turned to look at him with anger rolling of her in waves with a dark look that made him want to run and hide. Guess I'm already whipped, he thought, and now I'm going to die, he concluded.

She took a few deep breaths before speaking, „My car is totaled, how am I supposed to get to work? I was paged and being paged means people are dying and I AM VERY MUCH NEEDED!“

He just stood there looking at her blankly for a few moments. „Wait here, I'll be back in a minute“, he said and ran off.

Three minutes passed and she was pacing outside the house. Suddenly a navy blue truck came driving so fast she though it would trample her.

„Get in!“

She looked up only to find Paul grinning at her from the driver's seat. As she climbed in he drove off while she was looking at him with an impressed smile.

„Where? How? You're awesome!“ she exclaimed.

„I know“, he states with a cocky smile.

„Okay, I need to get dressed, which means I'm about to start getting half-naked and if you so much as glance my way I WILL find a silver something to stab you with. Got it?“

„Yes mam'.“ He replies. It felt like a special place in hell was just opened for him as she started to take her shirt off knowing that if he looks he would lose all the progress they made today. He was trying so hard to focus on the road and not on the almost naked imprint sitting right next to him. He ignored all the occasional brush ups of her body against his arm while counting in order to calm himself enough not to grab her face right then and there and kiss her. He wasn't thinking about Rachel or his previously expressed intentions of proving how an imprint bond could be resisted, he was only thinking about how would her lips feel against his.

„It's safe to look now“, her voice broke his train of though.

„We're near, be ready to go.“

„Thank you. I mean I'm still upset over 'Seal' but for now I'm going to let it go.“

„Seal?“ he questioned.

„My car.“

„You named your car? No, wait, scratch that. You named your car 'Seal'?“ he said with amusement in his voice.

„I love animals and when I saw the teal color the only thing that popped up in my mind was a lame rhyme 'Seal', so it worked out in both ways.“ she defended her choice with a giggle.

They were pulling up into the parking lot, the entrance to the E.R. jammed with an ambulance.

„Thank you, I gotta run, bye.“ She said as she waved to Paul jumping out of the car. She could see Carlisle opening the door to the ambulance and called his name to signal she arrived. But just as she was about to near Carlisle she was pulled back abruptly behind a tall shaking figure she identified as Paul.

„Paul, what the hell? I have to get there NOW!“

„You can't Arya“, he said with hate laced in his voice that made her flinch.

He could tell he scared her which cause him to take a few deep breaths,

„You didn't tell us you worked with the leech, why?!“ he asked in a calm voice, but it definitely didn't calm her nerves.

„A leech? What are you talking about?!“ She asked trying to walk around him.

He takes her hand and pulls her back,“wait, you don't know?“ he asks.

„Know what Paul? All I know is that right now there is someone who needs my help and I can't help them if YOU DO NOT MOVE OUT OF MY WAY“, she half shouted trying not to lose her patience while the sense of urgency to get to the E.R. grew.

„Arya he“, Paul gestured towards Carlisle, „HE is a vampire, the cold one, the leech, whatever you wanna name it. He could hurt you.“

Paul spoke fast with hope she'll go with him so he could keep her safe. For a moment there she palled looking back to Carlisle then refocusing her eyes on Paul

„ He won't hurt me. If he wanted to, I'd be dead already. For God's sake he saves people every day Paul. I may not know much about his kind yet, but I know about him. I'm a pretty good judge of character and I believe him to be good. I have to go now.“

She started walking away as Paul called after her.

„Ria, PLEASE!“ he ran after her as she came to a sudden halt with a flinch as he used the new nickname, „I can't protect you here and if you get hurt I'll never forgive myself.“

„Why do you care“ she asked with a sudden sharpness in her voice. He opened his mouth to tell her, but stopped himself for a reason he didn't even know. His stubborn nature reminding him of his fight with the bond making his mouth close shut without a word.

She nods with hurt in her eyes almost as if she wanted him to fight for her and now felt rejected by him.

„That's what I thought, now if you'll excuse me I have work to do.“

Watching her walk away felt like a brutal storm started in his mind with thunder burning pieces of his heart. I took our bond for granted, and in my naivety I'd thought it unbreakable. Am I losing her before I ever even had her? thoughts swirled in his head as she disappeared from view.

With each stride her mind became more clear, more resolute, as if the growing physical distance between them had now become an emotional chasm. Ignoring the pain that settled in her heart, she made a decision. Whatever this was, between her and Paul wasn't going to happen. She wanted him more then anything after only knowing him for a day and a half and maybe that was the problem. She always thought of herself as a one great love in a lifetime kind of person, like a lobster. She was afraid if she fell in love with someone she'd give her whole heart to that person and if it breaks, she'd never love again. So Arya always protected herself when it comes to love. By not letting herself get hurt now, it would prevent an even bigger pain in the future.

He obviously didn't care for you, he was just acting that way due to his loyalty to your brother silly girl, like he'd ever go for you, she thought. She numbed the pain hitting her in waves as she always did and promised herself that she wouldn't let him be the source of her pain ever again.

[alphacrone]

for practicality's sake

schmoopy sequel-ette to until your father's at the table || read on ao3

When Jack slowly opened his eyes, he was so hungry he couldn't believe the sounds of his stomach hadn't woken Bittle, or the entire neighborhood, really.

But Bittle was still passed out, face pressed uncomfortably into the gap between their pillows, Señor Bun squished under his chest, one eye dangling dangerously by a few threads. Jack made a mental note to dig out his pocket sewing kit and fix it before the eye came off entirely, then very reluctantly rolled out of bed. Normally, he'd let himself fall back asleep, or watch Bittle sleep a little longer in hopes he'd wake up soon and offer to make breakfast or just give Jack that silly, sleepy, just-woke-up smile, but Jack was starving and Bittle had been up late organizing his tax spreadsheet and just because he was the expert didn't mean Bittle had to cook every meal. Jack was perfectly capable of making breakfast, thank you very much.

After a teeth-brushing, face-washing pit stop, Jack ambled into his kitchen, scratching at his stomach absently. He and Bittle had both been trying to eat healthier — Bittle for the sake of preparing recipes for his aging demographic, Jack for his high cholesterol — but eggs and bacon sounded so good this morning. Sighing, Jack knew he needed to use turkey bacon, and he'd cook the eggs in one of the hundred different kinds of vegetable oil they had in the pantry instead of leftover bacon grease. Instead of toast or pancakes, he knew Bittle would want some of the leftover fruit from his last (disastrous) recipe experimentation.

“What fun is being retired if I still have to eat fruit?” Jack muttered to himself. “Bittle’ll love me no matter how clogged my arteries are.”

“But he'll love you a lot longer if you just eat the gosh darn fruit, mister,” a voice from the doorway chastised.

Bittle was leaning against the doorframe in an oversized Bruins shirt and oddly tight sweatpants. True to the chilly nature of early spring, he also had on the fuzzy bunny slippers Ford had gotten him as a joke for his brithday. They were utterly ridiculous, but Bittle wore them every morning until summer.

“Hey,” Jack said, grinning. “Morning.”

“None of that gross socializing crap until there's coffee in me,” Bittle mumbled, stumbling past Jack and patting his chest lightly. He flipped on the coffee maker and slumped against the counter, pushing his glasses up where they'd slipped down the bridge of his nose. “Honey, wear a shirt if you're making bacon.”

Jack raised an eyebrow at him. “How'd you know I was ma-”

Bittle rolled his eyes fondly. “Honey, you always make bacon if given the chance. Bacon, chicken tenders, and chocolate chip cookies are your culinary staples. At least put on an apron.”

Jack was pretty sure his body had faced a lot more abuse that flying specks of hot grease, but he also knew he liked the way Bittle looked at him when he wore only an apron over his sleep pants, so he simply pressed a kiss to Bittle’s head and pulled an apron off the hook in the pantry.

“Thanks, sweetpea,” Bittle said, eyes still not quite focused. “Gotta keep you in one piece as long as possible.”

“I doubt it's the shirtless cooking that'll be my demise, but thank you for worrying about me,” Jack teased as he began pulling the eggs and bacon from the fridge.

The earthy scent of hot coffee began to waft through the small kitchen, and Bittle elbowed past Jack to very pointedly pull the tub of chopped strawberries and blueberries from the fridge. “So, I've got an interview today and then a meeting with those AmazonFresh guys about the commercial, so if you wanna do dinner’ll it'll probably be a bit later.”

“We can just scrounge, if that's easier,” Jack said. “My place or yours?”

“Ugh, let me think,” Bittle sighed. “I've got leftover stir fry and one veggie burger left. Some frozen burritos. Canned soup. You?”

Jack put both pans on the stove, tossing the bacon into one and lightly sprinkling olive oil into the other. “I've got the leftover curry from last weekend and some grilled chicken. Maybe some broccoli, I’d have to check.”

“I'll bring the stir fry here, we can have a buffet,” Bittle decided, perking up as the coffee pot chimed. “I'll have to stop at my place to drop off my camera bag anyway.”

Despite the closeness of their apartments, Jack felt his life was so entwined in Bittle’s that even the smallest commute between seemed too much. “You should just move in with me,” he said as he began cracking eggs. “It'd make everything simpler.”

It wasn't until he needed to flip the bacon that Jack realized the kitchen had gone deathly silent. He turned, afraid of what he might see on Bittle’s face.

He was relieved to see mostly fondness, mixed with a bit of shock. “You really want me to move in with you?” Bittle asked uncertainly. “Or is this just some hypothetical?”

If he was being honest with himself, Jack had wanted Bittle to move in with him ages ago, before they'd ever even kissed. “I want you to move in with me,” Jack said, playing with a loose string on the apron. “If you want to keep your own place, I understand, but I like waking up next to you every morning and that would be a lot easier if we just...consolidated.”

“Consolidated.” Bittle’s mouth twitched, like he was trying not to laugh. “So, this is strictly a matter of practicality.”

Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Yes. The only reason I want you to move in is so I don't keep leaving my clothes at your apartment. Not because I'm madly in love with you. Not at all.”

“So romantic,” Bittle said, abandoning his coffee to move across the kitchen and pull Jack into a kiss. “I love you, too, and I'd love to move in with you.”

“Cool,” Jack said, just to see Bittle’s exasperated expression. “How many slices of bacon do you want?”

“Two,” Bittle said, patting his gut. “Watching my figure before the commercial shoot.”

“More for me,” Jack said. “I'm retired. I get to have...what was it Holster liked to call it? Dad bod. I'm working on my dad bod.”

Bittle choked on his laughter. “Oh my goodness, stop. I never thought I'd hear you say those words!”

Jack turned off the stove and slowly untied his apron. “What's the matter, Bittle? Don't like my dad bod?”

Bittle’s face was bright red as he struggled to breathe through the giggles. “No-no I love your dad bo- nope, I can't call it that, I'm sorry. I love your body but I can't-”

Jack grabbed Bittle by the back of the thighs and hoisted him up onto the counter, tucking himself between Bittle’s legs. Bittle was still laughing, but it became less hysterical as Jack shed the apron. Once upon a time, Jack would've felt self-conscious about the weight he'd gained since college, but when Bittle looked at him he couldn't think about anything but those big, kind eyes and the huge amount of love he saw behind them. Jack leaned up to kiss Bittle, soft and slow, thumbs tracing circles into the sensitive skin of Bittle’s inner thighs. Bittle shuddered and threaded his hands through Jack’s hair.

“You've still got too much muscle for a dad bod,” Bittle said as they broke apart. “Once you lose that, we’ll talk.”

“But I can't lose my muscle,” Jack said, tugging on Bittle’s earlobe with his teeth. “Then I wouldn't be able to manhandle you.”

“Mm, what a shame,” Bittle deadpanned. “You do you, honeybun. Dad bod, no dad bod, doesn't matter to me. As long as that bod eats some fruit and doesn't give out at age fifty-”

“I'll eat the fucking fruit,” Jack said with a laugh. He grazed his teeth down the length of Bittle’s neck, relishing the hitch of Bittle’s breath. “There's some other things I'd like to eat first, though.”

“Gross old man,” Bittle teased, but his breathlessness overruled any conviction he might've had. “Guess breakfast will have to wait.”

Jack stomach growled loudly, making Bittle laugh again. “Or we could take a five minute break for some bacon?”

“Always with the protein, Zimmermann,” Bittle said, poking Jack in the gut.

Jack grinned and grabbed a few slices from the pan, only slightly burning his fingers. “Open up,” he said, dangling one of the pieces over Bittle’s head like a mama bird offering a worm to her baby.

Bittle snorted but tilted his head back to grab at the bacon with his teeth. He tugged it out of Jack’s hand, and it landed on his face with a quiet smack.

“Ew!” Bittle laughed, grabbing the bacon with his hand before it could fall to the floor. “Now I'm all greasy!”

Jack gave Bittle a wicked grin and held his face still as he licked at the place the bacon had hit. Bittle shrieked and half-heartedly pushed at his chest, shouting a litany of, “Ew, ew, Jack, that's gross!”

“All clean,” Jack said, smacking his lips and shoving an entire piece of bacon into his mouth.

“You're disgusting,” Bittle said, primly nibbling on his own slice. “Absolute heathen.”

“It's not like you're not gonna be covered in my spit in, oh, ten minutes,” Jack countered, reaching for more bacon.

Bittle glared at him. “We were having such a romantic morning. What happened to that Jack? I want him back.”

“Was it really that romantic?” Jack asked around a mouthful of food.

“More romantic than throwing bacon at my face,” Bittle mumbled. “Finish your food and take me back to bed. We have things to be celebrating.”

“Yes, sir,” Jack said, swallowing quickly and hoisting Bittle off the counter before he could finish chewing. Despite his age and the aches and pains that came with years of intense athletics, Jack could still carry Bittle around when he really wanted to. And he wanted to pretty frequently.

Bittle wrapped his legs around Jack’s waist and held on tight, sucking lightly at Jack’s pulsepoint. That only made Jack walk faster, all but throwing Bittle onto the bed — their bed. The thought of that made something warm fizz under his skin, and he scrambled onto the bed next to Bittle, kissing him deeply.

“Mmph, what's gotten into you?” Bittle asked, fingers digging into the flesh of Jack’s pecs. “So handsy before coffee.”

“This is our bed,” Jack murmured, lips against Bittle’s cheek. “In our room. ‘Cause you said yes.”

Bittle reached up and cupped his face in both small, calloused hands. Jack loved drinking in the sight of Bittle, the ways he'd changed since they first met. Back then he'd been scrawny and baby-faced, his golden hair always flopping in his eyes and his smile tentative, guarded, nervous. Now he was scooching closer to forty every day, face lined, body thicker and softer, and his smile…

Maybe it was just the smile he reserved for Jack, but it was bright and blinding and so unrelenting and unapologetic that Jack knew, deep in his gut, it would be the last thing on his mind before he died, it so intensely encompassed his whole heart.

“Baby,” Bittle said softly, tracing Jack’s cheek with his thumb. “God, I love you so much. Of course I said yes. It's only practical.”

Jack laughed and pulled Bittle into another kiss, dirtier and rougher than before. Bittle shoved at him until he rolled onto his back, and then Jack had a lapful of his favorite person, working very studiously on a hickey on his neck.

“Bits…” he whined, but busied himself with pulling Bittle’s shirt off.

“No more locker room fines for you, Jack,” Bittle said. “I've been saving up these hickeys like you wouldn't believe.”

“I'm too old to have hickeys,” Jack muttered, then gasped when Bittle’s teeth scraped at the point just above his collarbone. “Nngh- don't stop.”

“That's what I thought,” Bittle said, far too smugly. Then he paused and sat up straighter. Jack whined at the loss of contact. “Sugar, do you smell smoke?”

“No- oh, shit, the eggs.”

Jack bolted off the bed, accidentally dumping Bittle to the floor. He'd remembered to turn the burner off for the bacon, but the eggs-

Were only a little bit on fire, as it turned out. Bittle got the window open before the smoke alarm could go off, and Jack shoved the pan out into the brisk morning air to cool down. The kitchen was hazy and unpleasant, but Bittle darted around to turn on the fan and open all the doors and windows he deemed appropriate.

Once he finished that task, Bittle tucked himself into Jack’s side, shivering shirtless in the breeze. “I can't believe you nearly burned down our apartment,” he said into Jack’s chest. Jack bit back a smile at how casually he said “our.”

“I guess then I would've had to move in with you,” Jack said mildly, wondering idly if the pan was done smoking. It was always distracting, having Bittle so close. “Which would've been a shame, your place is so much smaller than mine.”

“Well, we can't all be NHL millionaires,” Bittle said haughtily. “But, really, your kitchen is so much nicer than mine. I would've cried if you'd burnt it down.”

“I'll try to keep that in mind.” Jack pulled the pan back into the room and dumped it in the sink. “At least we’ve still got...fruit.”

“Such a baby,” Bittle said, patting Jack’s cheek. “You like strawberries.”

“Not as much as I like you,” Jack said, pressing a kiss to the top of Bittle’s head.

“I don't know if that was a sex joke or you just being sweet, but either way, you should take me back to bed,” Bittle said, grabbing Jack’s hand. “As long as you're certain all of the burners are off.”

“Promise they are,” Jack said, letting Bittle pull him from the kitchen. “...now.”

“Well, then, if you're sure,” Bittle said, voice going softer and lower. “Let's go christen our bed.”

Jack didn't need any further persuasion.

[spazzbunn]

Blue Flames

(A Love/Drama One Shot on Spazzie Bunnie [My OC] and BlackFire [My Boyfriend’s OC]) (Side Note: I’m did this because my writers block is ass and I love him so much and I need to get my story making self back on track. Am I proud of this random story for you all? Yes, Yes I am. Plus helps my creative insane brain :D) The early sunrise of morning in the land of Zootopia has been rising up from a couple of hours of when dawn had just hit on the active utopia. In the inside of a light blue house that is settled onto the district of Tundratown and on Blizzard Street in the master bedroom lies on the bed a black furred fox covered in blankets. The luscious fox fur of his was from the tip of his ears red tips and slowly descend to having his upper body be the black colored. His lower body however slowly has turned into a faded gray and red to his legs to where his feet are nothing but amber. He was called by himself as the ‘Reverse Nick’. He didn’t care about others like Nick Wilde and any others. He only cared for a special mammal. It was his boyfriend bunny who lives with him who happens to be up livestreaming and playing Watch_Foxs 2. His boyfriend happens to be of a light blue almost looking of the color of Nuka Cola Quantum from their favorite game, Fallout: Zootopia, and happened to have dyed his fur to that color as it felt natural to him. The blue bunny happened to also have dark blue eyes and had nothing on him but a light black hoodie and dark gray beanie on him with black fingerless gloves he made by cutting the fingers of the gloves off with also purple lens and white aviators and had a doctors mask to both protect his identity and look cool. The black and red furred fox woke up to the sound of explosions and the silly bunny’s cheering as he was starting to enjoy his walkthrough live on Twig, a gaming community livestream. The fox slowly stretches his arms and legs to have his body crack their bones and have him get himself up and look at the mirror on the drawer that is beside the bed. “Phew. Still no bed head on you Mr. BlackFire.” He played off his morning like a pro and was in nothing but boxers. Fire simply opened his drawer to pull out a plain white t-shirt and pulled another drawer to pull out a pair of blue jeans. As he was putting the clothing on him he heard the sounds of laughter and rage and pure fun coming from the living room of his bunny which made him let out a small sigh and chuckle. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with Spazzie’s addiction but I love it at the same time.” the happy fox said as he got white socks and putted them on his feet. Fire was full of his fluffy warm black gray mixed fur which is one of the reasons he wanted to stay in Tunduratown. His other reason was because Spazzie loves the winter. Spazzie was the only thing he cared about in his life. Yes he had his family and friends but he always wanted to care for Spazzie as Spaz was like his own life. He didn’t want to leave him for a second. He was a protective fox who followed his instincts to protect his mate for life. He was starting to think for the few weeks since their anniversary was coming soon in a couple of days. “You know. Why do I act like a protective fox. Hell I act like dad.” He said while talking to himself in front of the mirror as he was checking at himself to make himself look presentable to the blue bunny. Spazzie was definitely not pregnant as he was both a male and a bunny. Mostly the male part as a bunny and fox mixed kit could happen but it wasn’t the point. He was always by Spazzie’s side 24/7 and never let him go. They wasn’t the perfect couple though, with fights happening from time to time due to their hormones and stress of their lives. They was both hoping that their anniversary was going to be the end of the fighting. It was time to grow up and time to act as adults. Fire took a breather before he opened the door and headed down to the hallway while closing the door from behind him. As he was heading into the lighted living room that was lighting due to the curtains being opened and letting the morning sun's rays light shine inside and illuminate the room for Spazzie to have lighting for his livestreaming. Fire walks over to the blue gaming bunny who was cheering and shouting in joy while sitting on the couch and avoiding the cops in the game with his hacking style. The fox boyfriend of Spazzie’s goes over to him and sits next to him to put a comforting arm around his bun. “Morning Spaz.” He said while Spaz pauses his game and looks at his Fire and does a happy tackle down on the couch to love up on him. “Morning my Firefox!” Spaz then burst into laughter from his unfunny but somewhat clever joke as he was too happy to come up with anything. “I see your jokes are still in that head of yours.” Fire said while Spaz got up and helped his fox up to lay his head on his fox’s shoulder to which he thin unpauses the game. “Well you gotta be to entertain your audience. Your people. Your stalkers to be.” Spaz giggled softly while Fire smirked and held onto him close. “Someone is a happy bunny today isn’t he?” He grins and then sneakily kisses Spaz’s cheek and it made the unnoticed bunny gasp almost like a girl as he was focused of the game. “A-ahh! Don’t do that babe!” The black and gray mixed fox snickered while his mate sighs and laughs softly to himself as he did think it was a clever sneak kiss in his insane blue head. “To answer your question, yes I am happy.” Fire looked at Spaz as his bunny was playing the game and causing chaos for fun while avoiding the police on a random sports bike he ‘borrowed’. “Oh really? Why is that?” Spazzie paused his game again and looked up to him with the fox knowing he had a grin on his face. “Cause of our anniversary coming soon.” They both cuddled up together while Spazzie’s livestream chat was blowing up with congrats to them and prayers and blessings and all in general positive words. Fire kept close to Spazzie like he was a magnet. Not once was Spazzie left alone and always had his fox protecting him and supporting him. They were like an inseparable chain that couldn’t be broken down and wasn’t wore out. It was rare for a couple in this generation to be together for almost 6 years and not break up and make up. The fights were nothing but ‘Forgive and Forget’ and they go back to their lives. The fox looked at his mate who had the sweet smell of vanilla on him. Was it his shampoo? Is it a scent meaning he’s sweetly happy? “What is happening to me? Why am I like this?” Fire thought to himself as he continued to watch his boyfriend finish the mission and with him having a smile underneath his doctors mask. Others couldn’t see that smile but Fire knew it was right there as he knew Spazzie too much. When the cutscene starts playing into the game Spazzie felt limp into Fire’s arms and dropped his controller while his soft ears and covered face rested on Fires chest and laid with him while Fire looks at him in both confusion and worry. “You ok Spaz?” He said with almost a worried tone to him before the bunny spoke to him without looking. “I’m fine honey. Don’t worry.” Spazzie said in what appears to be a lonesome and troublesome tone into his voice. That made Fire worried for him and have his ears slowly flop down as he starts to be sadden that his bunny love is also sad. Fire without any warning booped his nose on Spaz’s ear and his cold wet nose made Spaz shiver and then have his ears fold down and looks up at him with almost rage. “I said I’m fine. Ok?!” He almost shouted but then stopped and just only looked down to not show his face to him. Fire was scared but was trying to not release the anger out of him. Fire was known to be ‘I will attack if you attack’ type of predator. Fire was holding it in by slowly having calm thoughts about them two together and having take some breaths in and out while the blue depressed bunny looked down at the floor still. Spaz could feel the looks. Not from the audience from his livestream but it was all towards the thought of Fire and his pissed off eyes looking at him with anger and disappointment. He did nothing but try not to cry so that his fox wouldn’t look at him. Fire could see Spazzie’s breakdown of tears was close so he just sighed again but held him close. Spaz’s eyes opened up and tears were forming into his eyes as the fox then finally spoke after the somewhat long silence. “Spazzie, what’s wrong?” Spazzie couldn’t speak for a moment. His world felt like it was starting to break if he had no reason. No truth. No anything to show why he yelled. He had to confess and he wished himself luck. He took almost a deep breath and just looked down at his feet. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Ok Fire? I know I say that a lot but-”. He chocked a little as he was trying to speak with tears starting to drop unto the floor and continued. “I just can’t control myself. My anger. My yelling. My whole problem is me. Me! ME! ME!!!”. Spaz did nothing but cover his face with his hands and cry his waterworks on his aviators and little bit on his hands while Fire was looking and holding him still to comfort the heartbroken sad bunny. Spaz still letted himself cry while his black and gray heart warming fox still stayed by his side to make sure he was ok and to let him cry as he rubbed and gently pats his back and rubbed his ears and head. “Shhhhh. Let it all out Spazzie. Just know that throughout all of our fighting. Our yelling. Our outbursts. I still love you and I do blame myself for starting some of them.” Spazzie slowly stopped sobbing and lifted his aviators slightly and wiped his tear filled eyes away to put the glasses back on and finally look up at the slightly blurry image of Fire as he tried to stop crying to see his love in full clear image in his eyes. “I don’t say it. I just. I just get so angry and I want to play the cool fox after we get done fighting.” The talking and almost to tears fox was close to crying but Spaz gently grabbed his hand and nodded to let him finish his sentence. “I just don’t want anymore fighting baby. I hate it more than you hate it and I’m sorry I start some of them and never take up for it. I’m sorry.”. He hugged Spazzie tightly and Spaz had to lightly hug him back as his arms were being pressed against his body and having little movement in him. Fire couldn’t stop crying and having his wet warm tears fall on his bunny's shoulder as he also kept apologizing for his actions. Spaz then had his turn of rubbing and patting the back and rubbing and massaging the head and ears of his fox while Fire starts sobbing and sniffing to stop the tears coming out of his eyes. Spaz gently kissed the top of his head where his big ears lightly rubbed against Fire’s ears before Spaz slowly pulls away and lets go of him to place his warm soft hands with the gloves on him on the sniffling fox’s cheeks. “Fire. You know that even though we argue like kids, which we are still, know that I love you with all of my bunny heart.” Fire’s eyes only looked at the shades that was reflecting on a handsome sad tears stained on cheeks fox while Spaz gently removed his hands off of him and let out a sad depressed sigh. Fire was panicking on why he did that again. Was it going to start again? Could my fox heart handle him? It was all going through his mind while his eyes watched something differently. Spazzie removed his black colored hoodie to reveal a purple t-shirt on him with then having to remove his gloves to reveal his naked hands lewdly like a sassy bunny. The poor fox stood there before this odd bunny then has his eyes focus more on the hands grabbing on the bunny's gray and black looking beanie to slide it up like his ears were arms and to reveal that the inner part of his ear is a light pink. Fire wanted to say something but he couldn't. He was too much in shock as to why Spazzie was doing this. In front of the livestream. He knew that Spaz liked to keep secrets and be mysterious but it all changed his mind as the bunny in front of him had taken off the aviators to stare him deep into his dark orange browned mixed eyes and having it be dark blue eyes that are darker than his blue dyed colored fur be only in the fox’s view. There was one more thing left about Spazzie. His doctors mask. Spaz believed if he can be mysterious then he would be cool and hip. Also because of his love for dress up. Fire just kept staring in shock and awe with Spazzie having both of his hands go up to his ears to have them flop down to let the strings of the mask slowly slide off. The world was not in motion for them. It felt as if time was gone and it was only the fox and bunny left in this world. The mask slowly came off and lightly it fell down to the floor. It revealed the face of a blue color dyed bunny with a small cute pink little nose that made Fire’s face and feelings have a hopeful feeling. Fire was actually smiling in front of him. His boyfriend. His best mammal to ever exist in his lifetime. “I love you, that I want to show my love for you. No secrets hidden. I have depression yes, and other things wrong with me, but I am sorry that they ruined our lives. I am saying it face to face right now with you because I want you in my life. I need my one true love by my side in marriage and throughout my life. Damn it Fire, I just. I love-”. His words stopped as he couldn’t feel his lips move. His lips were being pressed against by Fire’s own lips with his head tilted on the side to deepen the kiss and wanting to make it as romantic as possible. Spazzie showed no sign of caring for a romantic kiss. He wanted a passionate lovers embrace kiss. He wrapped his arms around his lover fox’s neck while Fire did the same thing to Spazz as well to deepen their kiss. To deepen their love. The world still felt as if the it was frozen and only in their heads as the chat of the livestream gets filled the fans screaming out love and spamming the chat with emoticons and many loves and wishes towards the couple. The two lovers slowly pulled away from each other as they both look into their eyes. They say their words off their minds they go back to their passionate kissing with ease and their hearts beating almost in rhythm. “I love you, my loving foxy Fire.” “I love you too, my wonderful bunny Spazzie.”

[lalka-laski]

If you have a job, how long is your shift? I do have a job though I’m not working at the moment. My shifts are either 6 hours or 10 hours, oddly. It’s very rare that I work a typical 8 hour day.  What was the last thing you received in an envelope? A super sweet card and gift card from my mom. She is a lifesaver! Do you ever wear your hair in a pony tail? Actually no. I either wear it in a messy bun or piled up in a big claw clip. I have’t worn a true ponytail in ages. When was the last time you got a new phone? Years ago Do you wear your watch on your left or right arm? I don’t wear a watch

What was the last kind of pop you drank? Diet Coke that I spilled over ALL the contents of my coffee table and the rug underneath it. I was very close to tears. It was just the icing on the cake of an already shitty day. (But good news: today has been much better!) Do you think you’re single because you repel the opposite sex? I’m not single What language did you take up in high school? I took French every year Why are you home? Well we are all quarantined to our homes except for essential trips so WOOHOO! Do you like sunflowers? They’re pretty but they’re not my favorite. Whose bedroom were you in last? Besides my own it was my sister’s, but that was a couple weeks ago now. Are you counting down for anything? This pandemic to be over? Whenever that may be.  Are you watching TV? What’s on? For ONCE the TV isn’t on. It’s a nice break! Have you ever been bitten by a mosquito? Mhm  Do you have a sweatshirt on right now? Yep Where is your ex? Don’t know or care in the slightest Have any pictures on your dresser mirror? Two actually Did you hang out with anyone today? What did you do? I’m not sure if it counts as “hanging out” when I spend time with Glenn now since we live together. Have you had any beer this week? Nope just wine. It’s the official drink of my quarantine, apparently.  What channel did you last watch on tv? NBC to watch a press conference with Cuomo  What was the last alcoholic beverage you consumed? I’m having a glass of Sauv Blanc right now. Surveys and wine seem to be my wind down time. Currently waiting on something/someone? I’m wait for the clock to hit 5 so I can get started on dinner. That’s really it. Last time you painted your nails? I haven’t painted my own nails in YEARS. I was never good at it. But with salons being closed it looks like I may have to learn...  What was the last thing you watched on television? Didn’t I just answer this? Is your shirt yellow? Nope How old will you be in 12 months? 28 *throws up into mouth* What did you do last night? The same thing I’ve been doing every night.  What woke you up this morning? An obnoxious bird outside the window. So I had to get out of bed and close it shut.  Do you sleep naked? Sometimes. Always pantsless though.  What should you be doing right now? I’m about to start making dinner but that’s it Looking back, did you ever think you would be where you are now? Never in a million years did I envision I’d live through a global pandemic. Such is life! Does the person you have feelings for start with any of these letters: B, L, D, or M? Nope Do you have make-up on? Nah  Have you kissed anybody in the last 4 days? Sure have Have you ever held hands with someone in a car? Yep  The last person you kissed name started with a J or R? Nope Are you taller than 5 foot 7 inches? I’m about 5′7″ exactly. Although Glenn is convinced I’m 5′8″ because I appear taller than him and he thinks he’s 5′7″. Lol. Would you rather be called honey or baby? I love them both! Honey feels best coming from an older, caring figure and baby is best coming from a romantic partner. So for example, I love when my aunt calls me honey and when my boyfriend calls me baby. The person you have the most feelings for calls you right now, what do you do? I’d ask him why the fuck he’s doing that since he’s sitting three feet away from me.  Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? Because ^^ that  Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette? I intend to. Cigarettes are naaaasty.  Your last kiss meant nothing to you, right? Absolutely wrong Where is your phone? Right next to me  Will you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes, probably in a few minutes.  What if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? Well we’re actively avoiding that until we’re financially ready but if by some chance I got pregnant, we’d go through with it.  Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? Well technically Plato’s Closet but it’s PINK.  Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years time? Most likely Would you ever try being a vegetarian? I’ve been one for 13 years! Did anyone call you babe yesterday? Yep  Did you ever slam a door on someone? Yes Have you ever walked on the beach at night? It’s one of my favorite activities  I bet you’re thinking about someone right now? Not particularly  Are you in love with someone right now? I sure am What have you watched so far today? The news and Bojack Horseman What is the weather like right now? It’s beautiful. Warm but with a slight chill, and sunny skies Are you talking to anyone on AIM right now? Who? GIRL HOW OLD IS THIS LOL What is your favorite card game? I don’t care for traditional card games but if we’re talking just games that involve cards- I love this new game “Buzzed.” It’s a drinking game, go figure.  What kind of pet do you have? Any certain breed? None What color shirt are you wearing right now? Black  Do you wish someone was dead? No way  What’s your favorite ice cream? Creme Brulee! I’m still enraged at Ben & Jerry’s for discontinuing theirs, but I like other brands too.  Have you ever given a toll collector 75 cents in pennies? Fuck no Give me the link to your favorite Youtube video: I don’t have a single favorite  The last time you hurt yourself-how did it happen? Who knows? I run into shit all the time.  What’s the name of dance you can actually dance to? I can do all the cheesy step-by-step dances they do at weddings and parties. (And I love them, sue me!)  If you could have any pet you wanted, what would it be? I’m not much of a pet person. Maybe a cat or a bunny. Did you ever have an invisible friend? That’s.... not healthy lol.  How many emails were you sent today? I had one work email and a few personal emails (confirmations for online shopping I just did).  Favorite sleeping position? I sleep on my back and sometimes in the fetal position.  What are you drinking right now? Sauv Blanc What’s your favorite alcoholic drink? Beer- Red ales, specifically Smithwick’s Wine- Dry whites like the Sauv Blanc I’m enjoying right now. Although if I could, I’d drink sparkling wine every. damn. day. Prosecco is my go-to! Liquor- Vodka, usually with diet ginger ale or soda water.  How many hours of sleep do you get each night? It varies night to night. Last night I got about 8 maybe? Are you a good morning person? Actually, yes! Have you ever been on a diet? I’ve had my share of dangerous crash diets. Right now I’ve been doing OMAD although I don’t consider that a diet. Annnnnd to be honest, I haven’t been sticking to it anyways during quarantine. It’s too easy to snack! What’s your favorite dessert? Cookies! I’m not a fan of cake/cupcakes but I’d throw down for a good chocolate chip cookie. And a glass of milk, of course! What was your favorite Christmas gift you got last year? I got an air fryer and a crockpot and I use them both religiously  What have you thought up yet for this year’s list? It’s only April so, definitely not. What’s the best activity you’ve done so far this summer? See above^ What baseball team do you root for? I couldn’t care any less about baseball