#being inside when it's raining is so sleepy cozy

[happilychee]

fairy tail rainy day headcanons

because it's rainy where I am

♡ a heavy rain cloud hangs over magnolia, and it feels like the sky is sobbing and howling with the wind outside. juvia worries that her guildmates will be mad at her for the rain, but they insist that it's the perfect weather to spend some time bonding in the guild hall.

♡ mira enlists juvia and wendy (not lisanna. she's a menace in the kitchen) to help her make warm drinks for everyone. there's hot chocolate, warm mugs of apple cider with cinnamon, and mulled wine. the fairy lights floating above the first floor seem to burn brighter when the dark sky obscures the sun. even though it's the morning, it feels like evening.

♡ no one is eager to go outside in the rain, so they open the sacred board game closet in the back of the guild hall. there's a variety of games, from simple ones like connect four to the complicated four-hour agriculture roleplays. levy and fried settle down for the most intense game of scrabble known to man. cana drags laxus into a series of card games with gray and loke. pantherlily, mira, erza, and wendy clear a table so they can act out an entire kingdom's history as they try to save their farms from extinction.

♡ if she ever frees herself from scrabble, levy wanders down to fairy tail's archive, where lucy is curled up with asuka, happy, and carla, reading an old storybook. they're on one of the plush couches, surrounded by fluffy pillows and a blanket. lucy feels her eyes drooping, and eventually she dozes off with the little cowboy and two exceeds in her arms. bisca and alzack are grateful for the quiet, taking the time to read their own books.

♡ of course, not everyone is happy being cooped up. erza has to break away from her game multiple times to stop natsu from going outside. she does not believe that him having fire magic will save him from getting a cold. eventually, natsu manages to slip past her, and he and lisanna splash around outside. lisanna drags juvia out, and they all end up soaking wet. erza and mira drag them back in with worried scolding.

♡ this prompts mira to start cooking a giant stew for everyone. natsu is tasked with keeping the huge pot hot with his fire while gray and mira chop vegetables and meat. the result is a hearty soup that the entire guild can enjoy. everyone leaves their board games (bisca gets lucy, asuka, happy, and carla) to settle at the guild's weathered wooden tables. the storm rages on, but inside the fairy tail guild hall, it's warm and lively as everyone shares a meal together.

[littlelamy]

Hii! I love your writing. Do you think you could write one where Rafe is a single father of a 4-year-old son and he meets a reader, and then they start a relationship and she meets his son and well, they start being a family? I'd love something like that, thank youuuuu

lamy's note: sorry that this is so late! i hope you like it <3

rafe cameron’s life revolved around his four-year-old son, oliver. The little boy was his entire world, a bright spot in the sometimes chaotic life of a single father. mornings were a blur of packing lunches and tying shoelaces, evenings a mix of storytime and sleepy cuddles. it was a rhythm rafe had gotten used to, even if it left little time for himself.

one rainy afternoon, rafe and oliver ducked into a cozy little café to escape the downpour. oliver clutched his favorite dinosaur toy, his small hand wrapped tightly around rafe's fingers. the warm atmosphere welcomed them, the smell of fresh coffee and pastries wrapping around them like a comforting hug. they found a table near the window, where oliver could watch the raindrops race down the glass.

as rafe settled into his seat, his eyes drifted across the room and landed on you. you were seated a few tables away, engrossed in a book, your fingers playing absently with your hair. there was something about you—maybe the peaceful way you seemed lost in your own world—that caught his attention. it had been a long time since he had felt that pull, the quiet intrigue of wanting to know someone.

oliver’s voice pulled him back. "daddy, can I have a cookie?"

"after lunch, buddy," rafe replied, ruffling his son’s hair. "let’s get something to eat first."

when the barista brought their sandwiches and a small cookie for oliver, rafe took the chance to glance your way again. to his surprise, you were looking back, a soft smile on your lips. it was enough to stir something inside him, a quiet encouragement to make a move he hadn’t considered in a long while.

gathering his nerve, rafe stood and walked over to your table, oliver trailing behind him. “hi,” he said, his voice warm but a bit unsure. “do you mind if we sit here? my son has a lot to say about dinosaurs, and i’d love a little adult conversation.”

your smile widened as you nodded. “of course. I could use some dinosaur facts myself.”

as rafe and oliver settled into seats across from you, the conversation flowed easily. rafe learned that you were new in town, working as a teacher at the local elementary school. you asked about his work and how he managed to juggle everything as a single parent. there was a natural chemistry, an ease in the way you spoke, the laughter that bubbled up between shared stories.

oliver, ever the chatterbox, quickly took a liking to you. he proudly showed off his toy, launching into an animated explanation of why the t-rex was the king of dinosaurs. you listened with genuine interest, your enthusiasm making oliver beam with pride.

by the time the rain had stopped, it felt as though you’d known each other much longer than just a single afternoon. before you left, rafe asked for your number, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. “maybe we could do this again sometime? without the rain.”

you agreed, your heart fluttering at the prospect.

in the weeks that followed, the two of you saw more of each other. rafe would pick you up after work, oliver bouncing in the back seat, eager to share his day. dinners turned into outings at the park, where oliver’s giggles echoed through the playground, rafe's hand finding yours as you watched him play. the three of you fit together seamlessly, like a puzzle you hadn’t known was missing a piece.

one evening, after oliver had been tucked into bed, rafe invited you to stay for a late-night movie. the living room was cozy, the soft glow of the tv casting shadows on the walls. you sat close, the warmth of his arm around your shoulders, the quiet intimacy of the moment stretching between you.

when the movie ended, neither of you moved, the silence filled with unspoken words. rafe turned to you, his eyes searching yours. "i've really missed this," he said softly. "having someone to share my life with. i'm glad it's with you"

you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. "me too."

the kiss that followed was tender, a slow, gentle meeting of lips that spoke of more than just attraction—it was a promise of what could be. as you leaned into him, the weight of loneliness lifted, replaced by the warmth of a growing love.

in the months that followed, you became a part of their lives in every way. weekends were spent building blanket forts with oliver, evenings filled with quiet moments on the couch, your laughter mingling with rafe’s as you recounted the day’s events.

the day oliver called you "mommy" for the first time, your heart swelled with emotion. rafe squeezed your hand, his eyes shining with gratitude and love.

you were no longer just a visitor in their lives. you were family, a bond formed through shared moments, love, and the quiet understanding that together, you had built something beautiful.

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[iamgonnagetyouback-recs]

SPENCER REID.ᐟ

a little list of my favorite stories ୨ৎ remember to be kind, reblog, and support the wonderful authors who share their magic with us.ᐟ

NOTE ಇ. none of these stories belong to me ♡ if you’d like your fic removed, just send me a message, and i’ll take care of it!

puzzling by @pathologicalreid

⁀➴༯ trying to tell Spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle

REVIEW ୨ৎ omg this??? this is the softest, sweetest thing ever. like. the crossword puzzle reveal???? genius. i loved the idea! spencer being all worried and clueless and then putting it together in the middle of the night like the nerdy genius he is??? perfect. the teasing. the love. the domesticeness (not even a word ugh). i adored it; lost it in a stupid tumblr refresh but so happy i found it again

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be so stupid by @mariasont

⁀➴༯ you make a mistake while on a case nearly getting spencer killed, morgan has some choice words and spencer is ready to beat his ass over it

REVIEW ୨ৎ ohhh this is so good. the way you showed all the feelings she was going through?? the way spencer is just so soft but also ready to throw hands for her?? perfection. i was grinning when he stormed off to confront morgan like yes king defend your girl!! and that last part?? the heartbeat moment?? actually kicking my feet. this was everything. thought about this so many times after reading it

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sparks fly by @avis-writeshq

⁀➴༯ "drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain."/"kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain." The first time you meet Spencer Reid, you swore that you could feel the sparks fly. You figured that it would be unreasonable to ever consider him to be anything more than a friend, and in a moment of selflessness you tell yourself that you are perfectly fine in that position. As time goes on, the line between romantic and platonic love begins to blur indefinitely. But it would be ridiculous to think that the resident genius would feel anything for you... right?

REVIEW ୨ৎ omg this is literally the best spencer series! avis you broke my heart, healed it, broke it again, healed....so many times. i still remember reading this when i was a ghost reader and just absolutely falling in love with it. i think this is how i found your acc and we became mutuals ♡ but yes, forever one of the series i will find comfort it. it feels like home

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was i stupid to love you? by @incognit0slut

⁀➴༯ in which a lingering glance at rossi’s wedding threatens your engagement

REVIEW ୨ৎ oh this fic changed me. actually ruined my life a little bit. like i finished it and just sat there. staring. hollow inside. do you know what it’s like to have your heart ripped out and handed back to you in pieces??? because i do now. this was beautiful and painful and i will never recover. thanks

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devoted by @gf2bellamy

⁀➴༯ spencer sees you talking to a guy and he's jealous. what he doesn't know is that you're talking about him

REVIEW ୨ৎ this made my heart hurt in the best way. like. the kind of hurt where you just sit there staring at the screen after finishing, trying to process your emotions. the jealousy? the soft, sleepy confessions??? i am unwell. spencer being all worried but then melting when he realizes you were talking about him the whole time???? this fic grabbed me by the heart and did not let go. i need to lie down

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caught by @/gf2bellamy

⁀➴༯ hotch gives you a call to inform you that you have a case and to bring spencer. the problem? you haven't announced your relationship to anyone yet

REVIEW ୨ৎ oh my god. omg. this was going so soft and then suddenly oh shit. like one second it’s all warm and cozy and then bam spencer’s brain turns on and ruins everything. the way they both just freeze when they realize hotch knows??? yeah. i laughed. and spencer just casually calculating the exact time they can be late without dying??? he’s insane i love him. this was so cute i’m kicking my feet but also stressed. perfect

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mistake by @/gf2bellamy

⁀➴༯ spencer overhears you and derek talking and he misunderstands your conversation, causing him to distance himself from you

REVIEW ୨ৎ this hurt so bad. like spencer just pulling away and you not knowing why??? and then when he finally realizes he was wrong??? the angst. the ache. i wanted to shake him and hug him at the same time. 10/10 i am in pain

lucky by @reidmarieprentiss

⁀➴༯ you encourage penelope to go on a date, which ends in tragedy. this event shakes the team, leading to conflict, particularly between you and spencer, who blames her for what happened

REVIEW ୨ৎ this fic ruined me. like actually left me gasping for air, clutching my blanket, tears streaming down my face. i went in thinking i was just gonna read a little angst, maybe feel a little sad—but no no no. this was emotional devastation. the kind that settles in your chest and refuses to leave. the writing?? too good. the pain?? unbearable. i had to put my phone down multiple times just to remind myself they're gonna be happy at the end. and the worst part?? i’d read it again. immediately. because apparently, i like to suffer

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not her by @/reidmarieprentiss

⁀➴༯ you can't figure out why spencer doesn't like you, spencer doesn't know how to tell you it's not your fault

REVIEW ୨ৎ this fic tortured me so much. like i was just begging them to talk to each other. the misunderstandings?? unbearable. and then the forced proximity??? thanks to rossi for that—but i was suffering in real time. the slow, aching realization that they it's not her fault but your stupid sister's??? i actually think i forgot to breathe at one point. i yearn for this kind of angst only

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lost & found by @/reidmarieprentiss

⁀➴༯ you suffer memory loss after an accident, only remembering your sister, emily, and not your boyfriend, spencer

REVIEW ୨ৎ oh. oh this hurt. like actually physically hurt. but then also like healed me. the way spencer was right there and you didn’t remember him??? and emily being the only one you remembered??? yeah i was gone and came back to life and god said it was the best thing ever. and then slowly falling in love with him again, piece by piece, like your heart already knew him even if your mind didn’t?? yeah. i’m crying. actually sobbing. this rewired my brain chemistry

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emergency contact by @vanteguccir

⁀➴༯ where y/n is between life and death during a case, and the team needs to call her emergency contact, but she doesn't have one. not until now

REVIEW ୨ৎ oh this one hurt. like actually physically hurt. the moment they realized she didn’t have an emergency contact?? and spencer just knew he had to be the one?? yeah. that ruined me. but omg the confessions and the fluffiness at the end??? i need to go stare at a wall

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misunderstanding by @luveline

⁀➴༯ bombshell reader and spencer where there is a misunderstanding and she thinks he is cheating on her

REVIEW ୨ৎ this, jade??? this was so much. like. the panic. the way hotch is just there exactly how a friend should be. spencer being all clueless and sweet and making it so obvious he’d never do that to her??? devastating in the best way. the hug. the reassurance. the later because spencer gets it??? he understands that she needs time. yeah. this one is staying with me

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selfish by @appocalipse

⁀➴༯ someone sends you flowers at work. spencer hates it more than he likes to admit

REVIEW ୨ৎ this was absolutely beautiful, amy, oh my god. the tension, the unspoken feelings, the way they both know but dance around it—ugh, perfection. spencer knowing her favorite flowers?? the selfish line?? my heart physically ached. and that kiss?? so soft, i could cry. i’m in love with this

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[borathae]

Rainy Mornings | Yoongi x f.Reader

"Relax, my love, this morning is all about you."

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, soft Smut

Warnings: subbish & sleepy!Yoongi, switch!Reader, neck kisses & bites, lots of touches, handjob, cuddly penetrative sex in cowgirl position, he cums very quickly <3, creampies, hints of breeding kink, this is just a sweet lil smut hehe <3

Wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: it rained the morning i wrote this and this is where my thoughts drifted off to. it's short and sweet and cozy <3 because this is what yoongi deserves <3

Yoongi wakes to gentle kisses on his neck and fingers dancing over his tummy. The relaxed little sighs of you as you kiss him, mix with the distant sound of morning rain. 

Yesterday you and he went on a date. You took a drive and went for a movie, then you ate and talked until the restaurant had to close. Yesterday was such a good day. Today is going to be a good day as well. This is the first thought which runs through his mind, followed by how much he loves waking up with you close to him.

Yoongi purrs, rolling his head to the side to stub you with his nose. He steals a kiss, smiling into it. You do as well, cradling his cheek and caressing his skin with your thumb.

“Mornin”, his voice is raspy from sleep and incredibly warm. 

“Morning”, your voice is a little deep still and filled with happiness.

“Up for long?”

“No, just a few minutes. Wanted to enjoy you”, you say and nudge his head back into its previous position so you can kiss his neck again.

Yoongi tingles, shivers running down his spine. 

“This feels good”, he sighs, keeping his eyes closed. 

“Mhm, enjoy. Wanna make you feel good.”

You dance your hand back to his tummy and let it disappear under his shirt. The blanket covers you as well, keeping your bodies warm as you share this intimate moment.

“It’s raining”, he talks quietly.

“I know. It’s nice, means we can stay in all day”, you talk quietly as well.

“So no rainy walks?” 

You smile against his neck. He knows you so well. You love rainy walks. 

“Maybe later. For now, I want to cherish you.” You nibble on his favourite spot. “And make you feel good.”

You dance your fingertips along his lower tummy, tracing the little dents his hip bones naturally create when he lies down and his tummy sinks in a little. He is incredibly soft there and also very sensitive. He can’t take your touches for long before he has to squirm and let out a shy chuckle. 

You give him a break, drawing hearts on his waist. 

“Ticklish?” 

“Yeah.”

“You’re so soft there. Couldn’t help myself.”

“Liked it. Just…sensitive.”

“Mhm, you’re perfect.”

Yoongi blushes, having to exhale shakily. He is perfect. He thinks that he is a lot of things, but perfect is definitely not one of them. To think that you see him like this makes him feel really good. And giddy. And shy. And loved. 

Yoongi feels really loved when he is with you.

“This is so nice”, he sighs, chasing your touch.

“Mhm, so nice”, you agree, swirling your fingers back to hip bones to trace them. Your lips explore his neck in the meantime, turning his sleepy brain a little foggy.  

If this is actually a dream, Yoongi hopes never to wake up. 

He was weird about being touched in the past, but when your fingers are on his body he doesn’t want it to stop. It is paradise. 

A warm, tingly paradise, which feels especially cozy this morning.

You kiss the shell of his ear, whispering in your sweetest voice. Yoongi shivers as an effect of it.

“Just tell me to stop, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

He knows what will happen, holding his breath for it. He wants this. So much so that heat shoots between his legs within seconds, surprising your fingers with a hard and needy length to play with. Yoongi normally sleeps in boxer shorts. Tonight’s pair is black with dark grey stripes and an elastic band at the hem. You don’t slip your hand under said hem, but slip it inside the slit in the front.

“Oh? Already?” your surprise excites him, making him throb.

“Yeah is…is nice.”

“Shit, that’s sexy”, you whisper and pull out his cock through the slit. You let go of it for a second so you can lick your fingers to wet them. You connect your tongue with his neck afterwards, tracing the sensitive spots while your wet fingers wrap around his cock. 

Yoongi furrows his brows at the touch. Electricity courses through him. 

You pick up a slow rhythm, lingering on his tip and upper inches most. The position and tranquillity of the morning asks for such a rhythm. You don’t want to jerk him, pump him or milk him dry. No, you want to explore him, make him fall so deep into pleasure that he doesn’t want to leave. This is meant to build up, to be something you can savour and later think back on with a tingly stomach. 

“Does this do something for you?” you ask him.

“Yeah, like, a lot”, he gets out, squirming his hips in a very slow rhythm. They flinch for a little moment whenever you linger on his tip and slow down again when you move to another spot. Your lips are soft on his neck and your tongue is really warm. Yoongi swears that it couldn’t get any better than this and then you bite him.

You goddamn bite his neck. 

And Yoongi is a goner. 

He gasps your name, arching his back and curling his toes. He is yours. He is entirely yours. 

You kiss the tender spot afterwards, playing with the droplets of precum on his flushed tip. 

“Was this good for you?” you ask him.

“Yeah…more”, he begs, rolling his head to the side. 

You fulfill his wish, biting him where it feels the best. And so it happens that Yoongi breaks the cozy morning silence with his first moan. Of course it makes your stomach tingle like crazy. His voice is made for sounds of pleasure. 

“God Yoongi, I love being with you”, you say, biting him again just so can hear him moan. You twist your fingers around his tip at the same time, applying pressure. You need him to moan again. It is all you crave. 

Yoongi gives it to you gladly and a little shakily. His cock leaks all over your fingers and his legs are like puddy. He feels a deep warmth radiate from his cock up to his stomach and down his legs.

“___ a-ah”, he chokes out, tensing his stomach. You are a little quicker in your movements and keep lingering on his tip. This is a lot to handle for his sleepy, droopy body.

“Yoongi, my love, god I just”, you trail off. You have no words, letting your body do the talking. 

You climb his lap and bush your shorts aside, sinking him into you while you swallow his surprised gasp. 

Your fingers bury themselves in his morning hair, ruffling it even more and tugging just enough to make him shiver. 

Your press your chest against his’, rocking back and forth on his cock.

“___.”

“Yoongi, my Yoongi. You feel so good inside me.”

“Good. You- ah- good. You feel good, ah. Too. Good too a-ah.”

Big hands come to grasp you, fingers dimpling your butt because they are desperate enough to do so. He doesn’t guide you, as a matter of fact, he doesn’t even meet your movements. He just lies there, taking the slow ride and thinking to himself that he is going to climax any second now. 

He feels so good. You are warm and perfectly heavy on top of him, you kiss him so well and play with his and your heart races and he gets hugged by your warm walls and, and, and. There are a million different reasons why Yoongi feels good and why he is close. 

He has to break the kiss and tell you.

“I’m close.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s…it’s fucking amazing, not gonna lie.”

You smile, dancing his lips to his ear.

“You’re a delight, my love”, you whisper and give him a glimpse of heaven by biting him right under his ear. 

“Ah!” Yoongi yelps and tries desperately to stop your hips. 

He is successful, but it comes too late. Yoongi is too far gone. It is already enough for him to simply be nestled in your soft walls. He paints your insides with his warm orgasm, clasping your butt for it while his mouth is agape in a soundless moan. 

You mewl his name, resting your lips against his neck as he pumps you full. You swear that you can feel each load he releases. It fills your tummy with so much warmth and makes you so wet. You don’t want it to stop, but of course it has to. Yoongi’s poor balls can only produce this much in the morning. They are still a little sleepy, forcing him to experience the last wave of ecstasy dry. 

Yoongi comes down with a shudder, pressing out your name before he has to gulp repeatedly. 

You lift your head, resting on your elbows and tracing his features. His eyes are closed, his cheeks are slightly flushed. You outline his forehead, his brows and closed lids. You trace his nose and his lips and caress his cheeks and chin. You end it by tugging strands of his black hair behind his ears and massaging his lobes. 

“I love you”, you whisper.

“I…love you…too. Ahmg”, he gulps again and exhales, finally opening his eyes.

You smile at him, cradling his cheeks.

“Sorry”, he mumbles.

“For what?”

“I tried to hold it, but-”

You silence him with a thumb against his lips. Yoongi makes puppy eyes at you, mouthing at your finger.

“Don’t apologise. This was perfect. I wanted this morning to be about you and it was.” You kiss his lips. next his nose. Lastly his forehead. “You deserved this after the amazing date yesterday.”

You meet his eyes and smile. Yoongi retorts it.

“Besides, I have a wish for today.”

"What  wish? Tell me, I’ll do anything.”

You snicker, “really? Anything?”

“Anything. After what you just did.”

“You’re cute. I think you’re gonna like my wish then.”

“Tell me.” 

“Wanna spend today slowly getting me more filled with you? You know, cum inside me and plug me and then at night you take it out and fuck me properly.”

“Woah princess, what the fuck? My cock just twitched.”

“I felt it.” You boop his nose. “Soo are you down?”

“Of course I am, fucking hell, you don’t gotta ask.”

“Awesome”, you lean in for a smiley kiss, one Yoongi eagerly retorts.

Truly, there is nothing better than rainy mornings with you.

[astayinwonderland]

“So this makes us what?” | fwb lee minho

pairings: lee know x f.reader

genre: smut | fwb trope | +18 minors DNI

requested by @kyungpenguin33 ˜ sorry this took forever to write, darling. i hope you like it <3

summary: you and minho had been friends for a while, but it all changes one rainy afternoon. now someone is jealous and can't really stand just being friends with benefits (college!au)

word count: 1.7k

warnings: biting, marking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (big no-no), minho calls reader bunny, slight argument, jealousy... lmk if I forgot something

Enjoy (;

His number 2 pencil snapped in his hand. 

Not that anyone would notice, especially not you. Your attention was somewhere else, better said, on someone else. Minho’s chest feels heavy as he watches how your deskmate puts his arm around you. Does he have a death wish? Minho shakes his head trying to calm down his thoughts. Of course, your deskmate didn’t have a death wish. He, like everyone else, is aloof about what goes on behind closed doors between you and Minho. The way you moan under his touch, how impatient you become when he teases you, oh, and the look on your face when he eats you out. 

It’s celestial yet sinful. 

Minho scoffs. What is so great about that dude anyway? You are way too much for him, you are the sunshine itself. You bring life into every situation no matter how difficult it is. It is hard for Minho to shake off these feelings, especially when you two are supposed to be just friends who fuck. 

It all started one rainy afternoon. Water poured heavily as you tried to focus on the movie Minho insisted you watch. It was ‘the best thing ever’, but although you tried not to hate it, the movie was incredibly boring and you rather be napping. Your eyelids feel heavy, drowsiness overpowers your body, and the next thing you know your eyes open to a very sleepy Minho. He is an angel walking the Earth, tortured, joyful, and beautiful. His head rests on your shoulders, his purple hair slightly covering his eyes as the two of you now lay on the very soft and cozy couch. Little drops of rain hit the window and your index finger lands on his perfect nose, then his perfect lips which are slightly parted. 

“What are you doing, bunny?” he asks. His eyes were still closed. 

Your heart almost stops as your body jumps, scared. 

Minho chuckles and tries to resume his nap, his head now getting cozy on the crook of your neck. You swallow hard, his breath tickles that very sensitive spot on your neck. No. You can’t think of him in that way. This is your friend, your friend. But when Minho plants a little kiss on the soft skin between your shoulder and neck, you are doomed. 

A soft moan involuntarily escaped your lips. 

Minho smiles, the corners of his lips going up. So he plants another kiss and another and another. His tongue ever-so-slightly tasting your skin, creating in you a euphoric feeling you hope never ends. His eyes land on yours, a silent petition to kiss you. There is no need to verbally answer him, you nod and your lips are on his. His lips gracing yours, feel like cotton candy, soft and sweet. You bring your face down to his and the moment his tongue touches your bottom lip the dynamic changes. 

Minho’s hands are quick and skillful to reach your hips and pull you on top of him. You feel his erection pulsating through his sweatpants as you straddle him, still not breaking the kiss. It feels so easy to strip off your clothes in front of him. For Minho is the same, he loves the warmth of your skin and wants to worship every part of you, but your eagerness is palpable and to him, pleasing you is now a must. 

Never in his life, Minho would have thought he would be inside you. Did he imagine it? Well, in all honestly he tried to stop himself any time his mind would go there. But fuck, he couldn’t, his will wasn’t that strong. However, now it is a whole different deal, you are here, riding him like a fucking goddess. The way your ass keeps bouncing up and down, your hips rocking back and forth. You drive him into madness, his brain can’t process how all this is happening. If he gets to have you, then let him be damned. 

You, on the other hand, feel the heat radiating from Minho’s body, your sweat mixing with his as your tongue clashes with his fighting for dominance. It is not the first time you have had skin-to-skin contact with your friend. You’ve hugged and cuddled a little bit before. But the way his fingers dig deeper into your flesh, encouraging you to keep going makes your pussy wetter and your moans louder. 

Skin-slapping sounds in crescendo, Minho positions his feet flat on the couch, changing your angle as he starts to fuck you, faster than the pace you originally set. Your broken moans are getting him hornier and making him groan, whispering your name as it’s the only word in his vocabulary. 

“Minho… fuck– faster, please… harder…” you whisper. 

And he obeys as he continues fucking you until your vision blurs. Minho feels the exquisite clenching of your entrance and he wants you to milk him whole, but that is not something he’s been allowed to do. So he focuses as hard as he can to make you cum first. Your eyes closed, muscles tensing as your nails claw his chest. 

“Fuck yes– ah! “ you say as you reach your high, laughing at the blissful sensation. 

Minho lifts you and you want him to cum so immediately your hand wraps around his beautiful, perfect thick cock and after a few pumps, he’s cumming for you. 

No words. The only thing that can be heard is both of your heavy breathing trying to go back to normal. Minho smiles. 

“I didn’t know you were such a menace in bed, bunny…” 

That sentence opened the door for endless sessions of fucking and resuming your everyday activities. No questions asked. To be honest you were too scared to and Minho seemed not to care about talking about it. Minho didn’t want to lose you and would not take that risk by talking about the friends-with-benefits thing and ruining everything. 

That was of course until he saw you with him—your deskmate. 

The class was not over, but Minho was too upset to keep witnessing another man’s hands on you. So he storms out of the class, curious eyes all over him as he doesn’t bother to excuse himself. This behaviour is not completely uncommon from him, but you just knew something was off. 

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Snow falls lightly as the day comes to an end. Minho walks determined straight to his car, heart beating so fast he almost didn’t hear your voice from afar. 

“Minho! Stop… shit! Minho!” you ran as fast as possible to catch up with him. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“What’s wrong Min?” you shiver at the cold wind hitting you. 

“Nothing… go back to the lecture. Go back to your friend,” he rolls his eyes. 

“Friend? Wh-what? Wait… do you mean–”

“Yes, him… whatever! Just go back in there, you’ll freeze your ass out here.” 

Minho takes out his car keys and opens his car door but you are set on not moving. Your eyes can’t believe the fact that Lee Minho is jealous of a classmate. You don’t even like him like that, you only like Minho but he doesn’t know that. 

Since you are not moving, Minho gets in his car and you do the same shortly after him. 

“Shit… just go to class!” 

“Are you seriously jealous of him? He is just a friend… I am not fucking him!” you try to look him in the eye but Minho just looks away. 

“Yeah, I’m your friend too and we fuck nearly every night. Does he fuck you better than I do?” 

Your heart sinks because his words are harsh and hurtful. You try to get out of his car but Minho pulls you back in. 

“I’m sorry,” and his face is so close to yours that you finally see the Minho you love. So you delicately brush your fingertips on his cheek. 

He doesn’t say a word. His eyes close and now his hand covers yours. 

“I know it’s a lot to ask,” he pauses, meditating on what to say next. “But… I don’t want you to sleep with that guy– or anyone else.” Minho now looks at you, eyes anxious awaiting your answer. 

“I don’t want to sleep with him or anyone else, Minho.” 

“You’re fucking mine,” he cups your face and kisses you passionately. 

Suddenly it all feels like that first time you two kissed. It was deep, lustful, yet loving. Your hands entangle in his now-fading purple hair as you savour every bit of that kiss. His tongue diving into your mouth, swallowing your moans, and his hands keeping you in place. 

Your body moves and before your brain can process it, Minho has you on his lap. Driver’s seat pushed to the back so you can sit, your back against his chest. It doesn’t take long for him to undo his and your jeans when he is already entering you with his middle fingers tapping on your clit. 

His lips on your shoulders and back, kissing and licking your skin making you throw your head back giving him access to your neck. He knows your sensitive spot. Minho’s mouth marks your neck so beautifully, licking, kissing, biting, sucking, as you slowly bounce up and down his cock. Every little touch drives you crazy. 

“Mine,” he whispers, as he bites down on your shoulder now and adds more pressure to your clit, drawing circles on it. 

“Mine, mine, you’re fucking mine. No one else's,” he speeds up, making you cry in response. 

“Yours,” you reply. “Fucking yours.” 

“I want you to fucking use me, cum for me, bunny. I’m no one else’s but yours.” 

His words alone make you clench around him. Quickening your pace you chase your release as Minho’s free hand helps you up and down. 

“Don’t fucking stop, bunny, just like th- that… ugh… you’re the fucking death of me.” 

You feel how your climax triggers his, spilling his seed inside you and you collapse, head on the steering wheel. Once again silence, your heartbeat so fast you hear it in your ears. Minho holds you tenderly and kisses you softly. He carefully helps you up and to the passenger’s seat. You are about to open the door, but he stops you. 

“So this makes us what?” he finally asks. 

“Get out of the car,” you reply. 

The snow had stopped now and you go around the car and hold Minho’s hand, interlocking your fingers with his. 

“This makes you mine and I am yours,” you smile.

“Let’s go back to class, I think I have a new deskmate.” 

“Hmmm, I want to meet him already…” Minho smirks, the tips of his ears getting red. 

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

I enjoyed so much writing this! This man be fucking with my brain BAD.

Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated 💖

[sooniebby]

Can I ask for a completely separate fic of Riki and M!reader not in the same universe but just like a non canonical thing of where M!reader begs Riki to try and impregnate him because his stomach is feeling all weird and achy. M!reader doesn’t know it’s his heat all he knows is that he wants his children.

Fic ends with the reader pregnant ofc, breeding mink, biting, dumbification, go crazy on it. If you don’t plan to make any side fic of Riki that aren’t canonical to the main 2 parts then u can ignore this <333

ఌ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘

꧁ 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

➤ Riki's story (but this isn't canon to the original plot)

Word count › 2.9k

Rating › NSFT

Warnings › you and Riki are morons

Kinks › a/b/o, breeding, biting, lite somno

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(Name) had been feeling weird. He woke up tired and his head was hurting. When he went downstairs, he saw his parents and instantly wanted to throw up.

“Mom…”

“What (Name)? I have somewhere to be.” His mother answered, not even sparing him a glance.

You’d think a mother would pay attention to her child. Especially a child that sounded so weak but she focused solely on her phone. (Name) sighed to himself before walking away to the kitchen. She didn’t even try to stop him.

(Name) ignored his father. His father was worse when it came to paying him any mind. He rummaged through the fridge for something but nothing was appealing. If he had to be honest, they all made him feel sick.

His stomach was hungry but not for whatever was in the fridge.

“Dad, I’m not feeling well.” (Name) said. “And everything in the fridge is making me feel sick.”

“And what can I do about that? You’re 18. An adult. Go buy some medicine and food that you want.” His father said, walking away.

(Name) didn’t even feel sad. He knew what type of answer he was going to get. The sound of the door slamming was music to (Name)’s ears. He loved whenever they left. But he didn’t feel happy right now.

His stomach was cramping. And he didn’t know what it was.

Maybe he should’ve paid more attention to anatomy lessons for omegas and alphas. Now that he was an omega and all.

The only thing on his mind, besides his killer headache, was to go see Riki. His inner omega was whining for it. But he wasn’t sure why. Maybe he just needed some comfort. Yeah, getting some cuddles sounded great right now.

With that, (Name) sluggishly got ready to go see his alpha. The bus ride felt odd. People kept staring at him. He wasn’t used to the stares. Being a beta since he was a child, most people ignored him.

He wondered if his scent was finally coming in. Did it smell bad? He didn’t think too much of it when he finally reached Riki’s house. It was smaller than his own but still cozy the last time he visited.

(Name) rang the doorbell, feeling himself sweat into his shirt. It was sticking to his skin now. But the sun was hardly out. It looked as if it would rain in an hour or so. (Name) wanted to take a cold shower.

The door opened showing a sleepy Riki. Wow, he was still asleep this late? It had to be almost 1 pm now. Riki seemed to wake up a bit when he realized it was (Name). He pulled him inside quickly and held him close, leaning down to scent him.

(Name) still didn’t feel much from scenting. But he allowed Riki to do so. He knew Riki’s alpha loved doing it. (Name) closed the door behind himself as Riki pulled him over to the living room.

They plopped down onto the couch as Riki moved (Name) around to sit on his lap. Riki’s voice was muffled as he muttered something before focusing on scenting his omega. (Name) simply nipped at Riki’s mating bond, not knowing how to fully scent someone yet.

“You feel warm.” Riki said.

“I think I have a fever…”

“Oh, did you take anything?”

(Name) shook his head. Riki huffed before standing up, ignoring (Name)’s shriek as he quickly wrapped his legs around his waist to not fall. Riki only had to use one hand to hold (Name) up as he brought him to his room, laying him down on the bed.

“Sleep. I’ll make some porridge.”

(Name) hummed as Riki left his room. Having been in his room before, (Name) didn’t care too much to look around. He mainly focused on stripping his clothes off and moving the sheets around to make a makeshift nest.

He wasn’t sure how he knew how to make one. It was probably just an omega instinct. With just his boxers on, (Name) finally felt cool. His stomach was still cramping—getting more painful by the minute.

Was it something he ate last night? (Name) sighed as he took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. He wanted to just sleep the pain away. Getting comfortable, (Name) hugged a pillow to his chest and drifted off to a dreamless slumber.

But it wasn’t fully dreamless. In passing, he dreamt of Riki’s neck. An odd dream. What was so sexy about a neck? A few other times, he dreamt of what Riki would look like shirtless.

A groan left (Name) as he tried to dream of something other than being horny. But it didn’t work. Anytime he dreamt of something more wholesome with Riki, it ended with Riki pulling off his clothes. (Name) was beginning to feel hot again.

His skin was burning that even the fan that was turned on didn’t do anything to calm him down. The sheets felt too warm but whenever he pushed them away, he felt panicked. Like he couldn’t part with it for some odd reason.

“(Name)…”

A cool hand brushed his forehead as he sighed in relief. Finally, he felt himself cool down. The hand moved to his neck, feeling around before pulling away. (Name) whined at the lost.

“Your fever as gotten worse. Let me call my mom.” Riki’s distant voice was heard.

That only made (Name)’s stomach clench tightly, causing him to scream out. Riki didn’t get far as he quickly grasped (Name)’s arm, trying to shake him awake.

But (Name) didn’t scream again. His face that was twisted into one of agony was calm. Riki sighed in relief and moved his hand away only for (Name) to cry again.

Riki decided to test something. He touched (Name), noticing how calm he was before pulling away. Like clockwork, (Name) began to whine at the lost.

This didn’t make much sense to Riki. What type of fever worked like this? None that he knew. Riki glanced at the porridge on his desk. He’d force (Name) to eat it later. Riki gently pushed (Name) further on the bed before joining him, keeping a hand on his skin.

The first hour or so was fine. Riki even fell back asleep. (Name) work up with a start, wondering where he was. He didn’t even remember waking up. He glanced around the room before noticing Riki snuggled close to him.

Oh. When did he get here? (Name) hummed as he rubbed his stomach. It was still cramping but it didn’t hurt as much. It felt more like a very light burn. But it didn’t feel like hunger.

He should’ve been hungry since he didn’t eat this morning. (Name) sat up, wanting to go get something to eat before feeling something wet. He didn’t even notice he was naked. Well he still had his boxers on but it was wet.

(Name) pulled off his boxers, tossing them across the room as he looked down at the bed sheets. It was also wet but how? He gently touched it. It was sticky. He frowned.

What did he pee glue? What the fuck was this?

“Riki.”

Riki didn’t wake up.

(Name) groaned. He felt sticky, hot, and uncomfortable. A bath would be nice but he didn’t feel comfortable just using Riki’s shower without asking. They may be mates but they haven’t known each past a month yet.

They hadn’t even had sex yet.

(Name) was ready to just shake Riki awake when he felt his spine tingle. He gasped, feeling something wet gush out of his asshole. Slick?! Why was he producing slick? (Name) reached down to confirm, feeling the slimy wet slick that he produced the day Riki had bit his scent gland.

Was he going into heat? No way. His doctor said he had two weeks before it started. So his body can ready itself for it. (Name) sighed to himself. He must’ve been horny due to those weird dreams he had.

Riki wouldn’t mind him masturbating, right…?

(Name) easily slipped in one finger inside of his asshole, groaning at the sudden gush of slick. Why was he feeling like this? He thought having something inside would feel better but that only caused his stomach to ache. As if it wasn’t what it wanted.

He glanced over at Riki, looking down at his boxers. (Name) felt his inner omega purr at the sight of Riki. He thought about waking him up. His body wasn’t liking his fingers. It wanted his alpha.

In his head, the thought of being knotted slipped in. (Name) felt his hole clench around his finger. He liked the thought of that. To be knotted by his mate.

(Name) moved to straddle Riki, sitting himself on top of his boner. Riki didn’t even flinch. He really was a deep sleeper. (Name) knew how to wake him up. He gripped Riki’s boxers and pulled them down, allowing his cock to pop out freely. It rested against Riki’s stomach, twitching slightly.

Riki had a large cock. No denying that. But it wasn’t too surprising. Most alphas had large cocks. Riki’s cock was thick as well. He wanted it inside, quickly.

Yeah, that’s what his stomach needed. He needed to be breed. (Name) felt himself shudder at the thought of being stuffed full with Riki’s come. The idea of having pups.

(Name) grasped Riki’s cock and positioned it at his awaiting hole. He slowly lowered down, gasping at the burn. His slick worked overtime to make it less painful.

“(Name).”

“Huh?!” (Name) shrieked, accidentally slamming himself down onto Riki’s cock. He cried at the feeling, his cock cumming. Riki simply hummed, reaching to grab (Name)’s hand.

“You couldn’t wake me up?”

“Sorry…”

“It’s fine. I’m your alpha right? So my cock is yours to use,” Riki grinned. He had actually been awake ever since (Name) flung his boxers off. The boxers had actually ended up on his face instead of where (Name) had imagined.

His moves were way too sluggish to actually fling something. Riki had woken up due to the slick directly in his nostrils. He pushed it away and was about to call out to (Name) until he noticed (Name) fingering himself.

He wanted to watch, so what? Only an idiot wouldn’t like to see someone they liked masturbate.

“I feel so weird.”

“Your fever?”

Watanabe Riki was a dumbass. As well as Tanaka (Name). Only total idiots couldn’t tell the signs of a heat. But only idiots would bond themselves to the other after knowing each other for a total of two weeks.

“Maybe you should eat.”

“No. I wanna have sex.” (Name) hummed.

“Alright. You’ll eat after.” Riki said, easily flipping (Name) over to lay on his back. (Name) watched in glee as Riki grasped his legs and pushed them forward, to (Name)’s ears. Riki’s thrusts at first were slow and calculated.

It made sense. To him, (Name) was sick. He didn’t want to go too harsh. He focused on mainly rubbing against (Name)’s prostate—enjoying the soft moans he got. The sound of slick was filling be room, making (Name) feel embarrassed.

He didn’t know why he was dripping so much slick. But it wasn’t enough. It felt nice but it wasn’t what his omega was craving.

“Riki, faster.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

(Name) whined, hoping his puppy eyes would persuade his mate. Riki only leaned down and nipped at his pouting lips.

“Cute.”

“Riki….! C’mon!!”

“Why do you want it so rough?” Riki asked, picking up his pace. It was still slow but at least it wasn’t too slow. (Name)’s inner omega purred in delight.

“My body wants it rough. An omega thing.”

“Really?”

No, it wasn’t. (Name) was just talking out of his ass. And Riki was a bit stupid to not notice. He was pretty horny himself and didn’t like his pace either. But (Name)’s comfort mattered more to him.

“I can handle it. I’ll tell you to stop.” (Name) wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him close. Riki hummed. He still wasn’t too sure. But the tight wet heat of (Name)’s ass felt good.

He really wanted to cum. And no way could he cum from these piss poor thrusts. Riki leaned back, grasping (Name)’s legs tightly and began to pick up his pace.

His thrusts were harsh and fast, repeatedly aiming for (Name)’s prostate. (Name) cried out, clawing at Riki’s shoulders. He arched his back at the feeling.

“(Name), it’s my first time… is it yours?”

(Name) shook his head. “No…”

Riki’s thrusting stopped. “Huh?”

“Riki, why’d you stop?”

“Who was it?”

(Name) glared at him. “It was two years ago! C’mon, don’t stop.”

Riki growled. “Did you enjoy it?” He began ti thrust again, his grip on (Name)’s legs harsh. (Name) stared up at him in confusion. Why did he care so much?

He was mated to him. He belonged to him.

“No. We were both betas…”

Any sort of anger within Riki quickly disappeared. A smile appeared on his lips. “You should’ve said so. No beta can compare to an alpha.” His cock dragged against (Name)’s wet walls, aiming continuously at his prostate.

(Name) mewled. “Why’s, ngh, that?”

Riki smirked. He maneuvered (Name) to lay on his side and have one of his leg’s on his shoulder. This position gave total control to Riki as he seemed to reach even deeper inside of him. It felt as if he was even reaching his stomach, judging by the small bulge in his stomach.

“No beta can knot their omega. Give them pups.” Riki grabbed (Name)’s right arm and brought it to his lips, biting down at the skin. It hurt, his canines digging into his skin. But (Name)’s inner omega jumped for joy. An alpha biting your skin with their canines meant you were truly theirs.

And (Name) really did belong to Riki. Riki left multiple sharp bites on (Name)’s arm, a few stringing out small amount of blood.

“No beta can make an omega dumb off their cock.” Riki suddenly said, slamming his cock deep inside (Name). (Name) cried out, his cock once again cumming on his stomach. He didn’t think he could handle much more.

At least his cock couldn’t. But his hole, his inner omega?

Oh, it could go all night.

And Riki seemed to know that.

“Do you want my knot, Omega?”

“Won’t I… hngh! Won’t I get pregnant?”

“You shouldn’t. I’m not in my rut.” Riki gently bit the leg on his shoulder, glancing down at (Name)’s shaking form. (Name)’s eyes were dilated. He truly felt gone mentally at this point.

All he could think about was being knotted.

And if Riki was right, he wanted it badly. But a small side of him felt disappointed. He wanted to get pregnant. His rational side was screaming at him not to but his omega side purred at the idea of being filled with pups.

“Inside, Alpha. Please, knot me with your cum.”

Riki grunted, flipping (Name) over again to rest on his knees, face on the pillow. (Name) cried at this, not wanting to face the headboard. He wanted to look at his mate but when Riki slammed back inside, he clenched down tightly around his cock.

This position was the best out of the other two. Riki’s cock kissed his stomach (womb) with ease. His prostate was constantly brushed against—earning cries from him with ease.

Riki gripped his waist tightly, holding him close once his knot began to swell. (Name) mewled at the knot brushing against his prostate. Riki leaned down to rest on (Name)’s back as he bit his scent gland, using his canines. (Name) felt himself black out at the pleasure, a scream off his lips.

As (Name) felt himself get tired, Riki slammed in one last time, right against his prostate. His knot released, filling (Name)’s hole with his cum. It felt warm inside. But it wasn’t a small load. It seemed Riki’s load was pretty big.

(Name) felt overwhelmed. He didn’t think an alpha could cum so much. It also didn’t help that the knot was rested nicely against his prostate. Whenever the knot swelled to release another batch of cum, it stimulated his prostate.

He mewled each time, gripping the bed sheets underneath him. Riki sighed as he left small bite marks on his back. He was tired. He wanted to fall back asleep but knew if he did that, he’d crush (Name) beneath him.

Riki moved to lay on his side, holding (Name) close. His cock had finally stopped cumming but his knot was still swelled. It’d take a minute for it to go down. This was mainly for the cum to stay inside, making sure the omega’s womb took every last drop.

But (Name)’s womb wasn’t ready for pregnancy yet, anyway. At least the doctor said so.

(Name) hummed. The cramps he was feeling was long gone. Who knew sex could help so much. He glanced down at his stomach to see a small bulge there. It looked to be from the cum. He felt himself purr at the thought.

He didn’t know why he suddenly felt excited at the thought of being breed so full.

The two idiots fell asleep, holding the other close.

But six weeks later, when (Name) felt nauseous, Riki was swiftly slapped by his mother and was called an idiot. Yeah, (Name) was pregnant.

He guess he should start looking online for baby names. It felt as if it wasn’t about to be one pup.

(Name) just wasn’t sure how to tell his parents.

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Riki’s a bad boy, not a smart boy :/

It was so fun writing fluff for Riki tho since the original story isn’t there yet

Thx for the request!!

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[cryptidcorners]

hey! i luv ur work! can you do grumpy! mike x sunshine! s/o???

Rainy Day - Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

Description: A rainy day traps you and Mike home, which makes him miserable due to the fact he'd be tardy with his errands. Fortunately, you see it much more differently, and try to convince him it's not as terrible as he may think.

# requested by anon

Media: FNaF!Movie

Character: Mike Schmidt

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Rainy Day + Cozy Setting, Grumpy!Mike, Sunshine!Reader, Domestic, Slice of Life, Sweet Talk, Slight Flirting, Cuddling, Kisses, The Usual.

No Warnings.

read my TOS + Mike Schmidt Masterlist

“Can’t believe this,” Mike grumbled. His eyes were fixed on his foggy windows, following the raindrops as they raced across the glass. His face was clouded with disappointment, “Rain.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a little water.” You said, picking up light weighted bottles and cups off the table. You flashed a warm smile as his gaze twisted towards you, heavy and dark. You knew Mike wasn’t a fan of being caged inside with errands to attend to. Mike swore silently. “It’s probably gonna be rain all day. Man, I can’t believe this.”

Anyone would just go into their car and endure the storm, but unfortunately, it had broke down days go. Which is why he needed to horde his saving to pay it off. Until then, it was walking—and a lot of running.

Mike pulled away from the curtains with a huff, angrily shuffling towards the couch with a tired exhale. After you had finished piling up the dishes, you walked towards your crossed boyfriend while trying your hands against your sides. You tried to apply some relief by stroking his shoulder gently, which subtly worked but he was too busy brooding to appear bashful by your charm. He scoffed, sinking his head into the comfortable cushions with a sly groan.

“Come on, Mike. Lighten up.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, growing cozy. “Rainy days aren’t the end of the world, babe.” Mike's tone was hazy with annoyance, "I know, but, I have things to do. You know I hate being tardy." He snuggled up to you, "I don't want to fail anyone."

Your fingertips traced through his maze of curls with a relaxed hum, you knew how much Mike liked it when you were gentle with him. It was something he always lacked in his life, along with comfort. "You aren't failing anyone, Mike. Look, see it this way—you've been working yourself to the bone. See this as a break." He didn't say anything. So, you cupped his face and gazed into his gorgeous eyes. "Come on, Mike. Take it easy."

Mike took your hand and melted into your touch, obviously in agreement. You smiled, "Besides, rainy days are so relaxing."

"I guess you're right." Mike mumbled. He lifted himself up and gently pressed his face against yours. You kissed him softly as the rain began to pick up, making it atmospheric in a way. Mike smiled, "Thank you for cheering me up, I guess."

"You guess?" You chuckled. "Alright, nevermind that." Mike rested his sleepy face within the crook of your neck. You hugged him close, tension thinning as you gazed at the black-screened television in front of you. "How about a movie?" You suggested. "Mike?" But he didn't answer. You hadn't noticed he had already dozed off within your grasp, or at least tried to. You couldn't help but hold him closer, indulging in his warmth. It was too long before you fell asleep as well, the peaceful sound of rain relaxing your senses.

[liaromancewriter]

Child’s Play – Part 1 / 2

Premise: A beloved childhood toy gets a new life.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); ft. Sophie and Eloise Ramsey (F!OCs) Rating/Category: General. Fluff. Words: 1,260

A/N: Thanks to @potionsprefect for this fic idea. Submission to @choicesmonthlychallengenov2024 prompt day 21 "memories"

Rain splattered against the large plate glass windows of the cozy toy shop, nestled between a second-hand bookstore and a shabby tea shop with frilly curtains. Outside, a red double-decker bus came to a stop, releasing passengers who hurried off, hoods up and umbrellas snapping open.

From inside, Wilhelmina thought the clouds looked angry, rolling and churning across the sky like that. She sent a silent prayer of thanks that she was warm and dry even if she missed her friends.

Of course, she did not miss Jasper, the little red dog who loved nothing more than messing up her delicate tutu and satin pointe shoes. He was why she was now here instead of having tea parties with Miss Patty and Miss Bernadette.

Still, the view was ever-changing, and she saw the most interesting people. Like the old lady who wore two thick coats and always had something for the birds in the park across the street. Or the little girl who told her the most lovely story about a brave princess.

I wouldn’t mind being brave, mused Wilhelmina. She could even be a superhero like the ones who hung out at the back of the store.

She was getting sleepy when a man stopped outside her window and leaned in to stare at her. She thought he had kind green eyes, sighing as a smile spread across his lips.

A few minutes later, Wilhelmina heard the bell above the door jingle, and then a hand reached in, grabbing her shoulders from behind. The man from the window turned as she approached, his wet hair shimmering under the lights.

“She’s perfect.” He chuckled, gently holding her in his hand and tracing the hem of her pink skirt with one finger. “My daughter will love her.”

When the shopkeeper placed her on the dusty glass counter and reached for a bag, Wilhelmina felt butterflies flutter in her tummy. She had found her forever home.

Many years later…

The light hit her face, and Wilhelmina’s eyes fluttered open. In the hazy space between wakefulness and sleep, memories flooded in.

A little girl with yellow hair and green eyes squealing excitedly when she first met Wilhelmina, hugging her tight. Watching her twirl around the room on her tippy-toes, her long pink skirt perfectly matching Wilhelmina’s. Teardrops falling on her head on a sad day, late-night whispers of love lost and found. Feeling safe, tucked under the covers with her forever friend.

And then, one day, Wilhelmina fell asleep, tired but comfortable, in a bed of soft blankets as the lights went out. She didn’t remember being jostled as the box she was placed in was carried off to storage or when it was brought back to the delight of two little girls visiting their grandparents.

“Mommy, was this really yours?”

Cassie Valentine looked up from perusing an old photo album when her daughters Sophie and Eloise waved a familiar doll in a ballerina costume.

They were visiting her parents, and her mom had brought down some boxes of her old stuff so that they could sort through them and decide what to keep.

Sophie rushed over to show off the doll while Eloise stayed behind, bending over the box with her grandmother, listening to stories attached to each piece they removed.

“A ballerina doll. Why am I not surprised?” her husband, Ethan Ramsey, murmured in amusement beside her, pointing at a photo of her in a tutu skirt, getting ready to go on stage. “Is she the one who inspired you to learn ballet?”

Cassie gently held Wilhelmina, cherished childhood memories running through her mind. They had been inseparable, traveling the world together, one of the few constants in her life back then.

“No,” Cassie said softly. “I was already taking lessons. My dad found her in a toy store in London and bought her for me.” She looked into Sophie’s green eyes—the color was Valentine green, but the shape was pure Ramsey. “She was my confidante growing up for anything your Uncle Max thought was too girly for his ears.”

Sophie traced her fingers over the doll’s soft, well-loved fabric, brushing across the faded tulle skirt and the hand-stitched smile that had watched over her mother as a little girl.

“Did you take her everywhere?” Sophie asked, her voice filled with awe, making way as her twin sister joined them on the couch.

“What’s her name?” El asked, crowding into Cassie’s other side, her curious gaze fixed on the doll with equal fascination.

“Wilhelmina,” Cassie said, smiling as both girls leaned closer, captivated. “She’s been my friend since I was about your age. She was part of the family and even had her own little suitcase for when we traveled all over the world.”

Cassie watched her daughters’ elated expressions at this peek into her past. “Want to know a secret?” Sophie nodded emphatically while El tucked herself into her father’s lap. “Whenever I was sad, Wilhelmina made everything better. That’s her superpower.”

Ethan rolled his eyes, guessing where this was going, and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Dolls can’t be superheroes, Rookie. Remember who you’re talking to.”

“Whatever, Nighthawk,” Cassie scoffed.

Yes, their girls were fanciful, but what was wrong with that? A little imagination never hurt anyone, especially at this age.

“So, she’s like a superhero?” Sophie gasped as El, who’d been making funny faces in the reflection of her father’s phone screen, suddenly showed renewed interest in the doll.

“Would you two like to adopt Wilhelmina?” Cassie asked the twins.

As always, they communicated silently before making a decision with a few shakes and nods.

“I think Sophie should take Wilhelmina,” El declared, jumping off the couch to do a cartwheel. “Besides, she likes ballet and dolls more than I do.”

“Can I take her on adventures, too?” Sophie asked, hugging the beloved doll tightly.

Ethan chuckled, placing a comforting arm around Cassie’s shoulder and tucking her to his side. “Looks like Wilhelmina, the ballerina slash superhero, is about to start a new chapter.”

“Now, we have to find an old toy of yours to give to El,” Cassie said, adding when Ethan turned towards her, perplexed, “It’s only fair. One childhood toy from each of us.”

“We’ll see,” he said, non-committal, watching Sophie run off to the window seat to whisper secrets to her new doll. “I doubt my dad still has any of my old stuff.”

Cassie didn’t argue, but she suspected Alan had kept everything, hoping to pass them on to his grandchildren one day.

Watching her daughter hold Wilhelmina so dearly, she felt a tug of nostalgia mixed with joy. She leaned into Ethan, whispering, “It’s funny… I didn’t think I’d ever see her again. But here she is, just right for Sophie. Like she was for me all those years ago.”

“Maybe it’s meant to be,” he said, his gaze shifting to El as she wobbled in her awkward handstand.

He grabbed her legs before she could lose balance and tumble onto the side table with its Tiffany lamp.

“Not inside the house, El,” he said sternly. “Take your sister and go outside to play.”

Cassie hid a smile, waiting until they were alone before doubling over in laughter. “You sounded just like Dr. Ramsey scolding interns,” she teased, deepening her voice to mimic Ethan’s gruff tone. “Didn’t anyone tell you kids not to run in the halls?”

“I don’t sound like that!” he protested, towering over her with his arms crossed in mock indignation.

“Sure, Jan!”

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[thehypnone]

okay so me and @cirrus-ghoulette were talking about ghoul pouches and i need yall to hear us out

normally puches of ghouls like rain or cumulus are kinda small, just enough to fit a few kits in there, right? which is a shame because being in a pouch is the ultimate comfort ever for a ghoul

however, there's one ghoul in the abbey who is big enough and has a pouch big enough to fit a smaller but still adult ghoul in there. maybe even two

omega

he's one of the oldest ghouls, and theyre usually less glamoured = bigger, and he's just big on his own so he's actually huge. so is his pouch

skipping over how dew, phantom and aurora love chilling in his pouch, and how aether definitely has a thing for seeing omega with a huge bump, were moving on to alpha and omega

alpha has this harsh exterior and everything but in reality he's a softie, we know it, right? imagine him coming back to their room after a long day and just curling up against omega and he knows what he needs

alpha is too big to fit in omega's pouch but he's gonna shove his arms in there and rest his head against it and sometimes when he really needs comfort he'll end up with his head in it, because bun said it's dark and warm and quiet in there and all he can hear it's omega's heartbeat and omega's rubbing his arms and back comfortingly the whole time

omega tries recreating the pouch experience with some blankets and heatpads and quintessence

but

what if the ghouls in general can use their glamor for shapeshifting into animals or maybe just changing their bodies and sizes of their bodies in general, but alpha has been on the earth for so long and he'd never done that so he's very rusty with this skill and he's got additional mental block about letting himself into a vulnerable state like getting smaller or turning into, I dunno, a little critter

but what if omega can slip into his mind and help him go over that block? he does help alpha slip and they don't really know the first time what he's gonna end up like, because it depends on a ghoul

so they're cuddling, relaxing, alpha laying against omega's chest, both of their eyes closed as omega works his magic. literally

alpha nearly fells asleep but then at some point omega let's out a curious chirp, followed by a giggle. alpha doesn't care, he's so sleepy and cozy and everything

but omega kinda turned him into a baby lynx (just because alpha gives me lynx vibes)

and omega just grabs him and puts him into his pouch and alpha is the happiest purring little ghoul/lynx ever

bun said that alpha is so happy the first time he slips into the pouch, kneading on the inside of it. obviously omega doesn't have any milk but alpha's instincts tell him to knead

we just think that alpha in omegas pouch <3

[wittywallflower]

prompts chosen for Week Three:

15. Snowstorm/snowed in 21. Winter Solstice

“Thomas, what on earth?” 

Edwin had arrived through the mirror to find the old fishery warehouse in Port Townsend absolutely teeming with cats. There may have been many lurking around for the Cat King’s initial threat display to the newcomers in his territory, but it was not actually normal for so many of the cats to hang around. Usually there was only a couple lurking around when Edwin visited, but now there were dozens, curled up tightly together in any spot that looked halfway comfortable. 

They chattered to each other and at their king. Edwin had to raise his voice and repeat himself before he was heard.

“Happy as I am to see you, I’m a bit busy at the moment,” Thomas said, not stopping to greet Edwin warmly as he usually did. “Whether you need help with a case or you were just hoping for a little rendezvous, I’m going to have to take a rain check.”

Edwin rolled his eyes. “Just checking in. Even halfway around the world in London the radio has mentioned this massive storm you’re dealing with. I wanted to make sure you were all right.”

[[imo this beast is too long for Tumblr, AO3 link]]

Thomas, much to Edwin’s surprise, did not get smug or start teasing Edwin for the ghost��s concern over his well-being. He barely seemed to regard Edwin’s presence at all as he moved around the warehouse space, further away from Edwin which made the ghost frown. Usually Thomas would be angling for a hug within moments of seeing him.

“No one’s going to die of exposure, but it's not going to be a very comfortable night.” 

The Cat King’s voice was distracted and free of any of its usual humor or sass.

Thomas stopped to scoop up the newest litter of stray kittens. Their mother had barely gotten them all inside before the temperature dropped and the wind kicked up. They’d had a good suckle now though, full of milk and sleepy with it, so he laid them on the vast hairy belly of the town’s oldest Maine Coon. The behemoth was surrounded on all sides by other cats curled against her, the purring loudest in her corner of the room. From their cozy new bed, there was nowhere the kittens could squirm away to that wouldn't be just as warm and comforting to them. 

Edwin watched him, noticing Thomas’s breath fogging faintly in the air. The ghost couldn’t feel the cold of course. If not for the forecasters predicting snowy Armageddon apparently Edwin would not have had cause to even consider the local temperature. But it still would have been obvious. Not just from the visible breaths but from the way that Thomas was wearing several layers of clothing, topped with the large fur robe. This time it was wrapped tight around his torso and belt tied firmly in place. 

There was frost creeping along the walls around the doors and windows. The old cannery was derelict, and had never been insulated to begin with, but usually it was kept adequately comfortable for the cats. Edwin couldn't understand why that wouldn't be the case now when it was most needed. 

“Would it not be prudent to make it warmer in here?” he asked.

The Cat King’s snort was an ugly thing, angry and dismissive. 

“You think I haven’t thought of that? I may have been an orange cat in my last life, but I assure you I am not and have never been a himbo. But I’m also not all-powerful and it’s a bit beyond me at the moment to hold back the collective fucking forces of all of Mother Nature bearing down on us with an assload of freezing cold wet shit falling from the fucking sky!”

Thomas was nearly shouting by the time he was finished, still not looking at Edwin, still focused on tending to his subject, ensuring their safety and comfort. Used to their King’s antics, the cats took little notice of his little rant, only an annoyed flick of a tail here and there. 

“Right,” Edwin said, tone clipped. “Excuse me.”

Thomas didn’t have the chance to respond before Edwin was gone with a ripple along the glass of the mirror’s surface. He wouldn’t have been able to think of a response anyway. And he was a bit too busy to consider how he was going to grovel his way out of this one later. 

❄️

When he came through the mirror once more Edwin found the warehouse still and silent. Furry bodies huddled together in mounds. Several of them stirred and lifted their heads to examine him when he arrived. So they weren’t in some sort of frozen torpor; just conserving their energy and sharing body heat. But all clearly uncomfortable enough that no one was feeling chatty. Cats usually had a lot to say, to each other, to their King, even to Edwin once he was deemed interesting enough to bother with.

No one said anything now though as Edwin stepped carefully around the cat cuddle piles. He couldn’t see Thomas anywhere but obviously he wouldn’t leave his subjects. 

Edwin was practically on top of the throne before he spotted the pitch black fur barely noticeable amongst the calicos and the tabbies, all of them crowded around that one ghastly-looking hairless fellow that Edwin had taken a liking to, despite himself. 

With a hopelessly endearing mrrrp, Thomas opened his eyes and turned to look at Edwin, surprise and confusion evident on an oddly-expressive feline face. The Cat King gracefully extracted himself from the throne and Edwin followed him to a corner where they could talk. Once in human form it was hard for Thomas to meet Edwin’s eye, a bit sheepish and rueful.

“Didn’t expect to see you back, ghostie.”

Edwin raised an eyebrow. 

“Tonight, or at all?”

Thomas could only shrug. 

As much as he would prefer to play nonchalant at pretty much every occasion, Thomas knew he was not great at keeping his cool. Had been accused of having the occasional temper tantrum. It was perhaps not the most attractive aspect of his being. And it was a side of himself he had shown Edwin too often. 

But if Edwin had learned anything from having so many people in his life now, it was that sometimes you had to make concessions for the way people expressed themselves in the heat of the moment, had to be understanding of the big feelings that prompted outbursts. Edwin knew what Thomas looked like when he was just being petty or bitchy; it didn’t fit the current situation. 

Edwin could be a petty bitch sometimes too though, so he let the Cat King squirm under his gaze for a long moment before he relented.

“You can grovel properly later,” Edwin said with a small smile that spoke of forgiveness nonetheless. “For now, let’s make your cats more comfortable.” 

A previously unnoticed but undeniably familiar magical backpack sat on Edwin’s back. He set it down, pulled it open, and began untying one of several brightly colored ribbons tied around the top of the bag. 

The Cat King’s frown of confusion prompted a tiny huff from Edwin. 

“Charles is the one who knows how to navigate this bloody bag of tricks. This is the fastest way to actually find what I am looking for without pulling out an unpleasant surprise or two first.” 

The ghost was cute when he was petulant. And he hated not being good at something.

Edwin reached deep within the bag, groping along the length of the ribbon until he found his target and could get both hands on it. 

“Take the bag, please?” Edwin requested.

Once Thomas had hefted the bag up and turned it on its side, it was easier for Edwin to extract a cylindrical bundle as long and as broad as a man (one bulkier than either of them, at that). Unwrapped it revealed two small tents, suitable for cold weather camping and good at trapping any heat inside them according to Jenny who refused to explain why she owned them in the first place and also why she had toted them along on the move to London. They would be useful now though, back in Port Townsend where they had started. Setting them up was the work of only a moment, thanks to the minute purple flame of magic from the Cat King. 

Edwin didn’t go digging in the bag again; the next ribbon was pulled gently out of the bag’s opening, wound into a ball as it came. Eventually, like reeling in a strange fish, the ribbon came out tied around the neck of a red rubber rectangle. And then another one. And another. Until there were 8 hot water bottles knotted along in a line, looking like a string of particularly unappealing sausages. Thomas could feel the warmth coming off of them even from a few steps away, which actually said too much about the sad state of affairs the cannery was in. 

“I believe four to each tent will be best. The youngest and most vulnerable will get the warmest spots,” Edwin was planning as he untied the bottles. 

Thomas stepped forward to act on that plan but Edwin held up a hand to stop him.

“I can’t tell if they will be painfully hot to the touch for your skin, so please allow me to handle them.”

Fuck, it really did it for Thomas when Edwin was being chivalrous and thoughtful and gallant. All this wasn’t even for Thomas himself but for his cats; somehow that just seemed to make it even sexier. 

Heat packs distributed, Edwin returned to the bag. The next objects were stubborn, whatever they were. Pulling did nothing but strain the ribbon, and neither of them had the upper body strength to muscle it out themselves. 

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” was Edwin’s collected version of a frustrated curse. 

The ghost grabbed the bag and climbed on top of a nearby crate. Turning the bag upside down, he gave the ribbon a hard tug and hoped for gravity to work his favor. It took only a second before a blanket came tumbling out. Then another, and another, each tied into a chain by their corners. Instead of sausages, this turned out more like an avalanche of fabric as the blankets kept piling up and up into a massive waist-high mound. 

When the last blanket came fluttering out, Edwin was quick to slam the bag shut in case anything else wanted to come tumbling out too. 

The sight of it all was comical, and Thomas truly did want to laugh. But the fact was that he was a little overcome. The haphazard hodgepodge of blankets was so clearly personally donated by the resident Scooby gang of the Dead Boy Detective Agency. It was… something, the realization that he knew them all well enough to recognize their personal tastes. Not that it was hard to identify the owner of the blanket on top of the pile, pink with Chococat on it. It screamed Niko and she would find it adorable to have an actual cat curled up on a cat blanket. 

Whatever their past differences, they all liked him well enough now to want to help him. And he had to admit (though only privately for now) that he liked them too. 

It had been a long time since Thomas had friends who had any interest in doing things for him unless they were angling to get something from him. But the people he now called friends: two dead boys, three living girls, and one whatever-the-hell-a-Night-Nurse-even-is, weren’t like that. They wanted to help because they cared, and because they were Good. 

Instead of spending time in introspection on the fact that maybe it made him want to be just a little bit more Good too, Thomas focused on helping Edwin untie the blankets and gather them to place a pile inside of each tent. Others they left on elevated surfaces around the room, up off the frigid concrete floor, for any who couldn't find room in the tents. 

The cats began to stir, some grumpy about being forced to move, others heading eagerly for the nests of warmth and softness created for them. Edwin nodded in satisfaction, mentally checking that task off the To Do list in his head, before he pulled a familiar book of spells out of his coat pocket. 

With the Cat King’s knowledge and connections, Edwin’s self-taught magical skills had been growing steadily. He put them to use now with a unique barrier spell that would seal out the wind and snow. It wasn’t strong enough to keep out the cold, Nature was more powerful than magic, but it would help insulate the building enough to retain what warmth there was. He had cobbled it together in a hurry and normally would not use an untested spell, but the Night Nurse had been kind enough to use her resources to check that it would be effective and not have any unintended harmful consequences. Rather conveniently, the only byproduct of the imperfect magic would be a slight heat generated by the invisible barrier. 

Without frigid winds whistling in through every crack and crevice, the effects were immediately noticeable. Thomas could feel the difference, even if he his breath still fogged with each exhale. 

“Right, that’s that bit sorted,” Edwin said, shutting his notebook with a snap and moving back to the mirror, grabbing Charles’ bag along the way. 

Thomas trailed after him, feeling awkward and at a loss for what to do now. 

“Thank you for your help, Edwin. I’ll have to make it up to you next time I see you.”

Edwin’s brow furrowed in confusion and he looked at Thomas for a long moment, before rolling his eyes. Taking the Cat King by the hand, he drew the monarch closer to the mirror. 

“I’m coming back, you hopeless git. The girls are helping Jenny prepare some food and I expect i will be sent with half a butcher shop's worth of raw meat. Remain right here, I will need your help carrying it all when i return.”

Thomas could only stand glued to spot, smiling stupidly to himself, for the short time before two large catering trays held by two disembodied arms reached through the mirror. When relieved of their burden, the arms disappeared back through the glass before Edwin himself stepped through. Ass first, much to Thomas’s confused delight. 

The ghost was bent over to carefully drag a massive soup pot by its handle (are cauldrons still a thing? The vessel was definitely big enough to start throwing the word ‘cauldron’ around for it and must be heavy as hell, explaining why Edwin didn’t just carry the thing.) Edwin's other hand was occupied steadying the tall stacks of bowls that teetered precariously on top of the pot/cauldron’s lid. The Cat King leapt forward to help move the dishes into smaller stacks on the stable floor before any could fall and break.

A lock of hair escaped Edwin’s tidy hairstyle as he stood back to his full height. He tried to blow it out of his eyes with a puff of air but ghost’s don’t actually, you know, breathe. It was cute as shit, the weird little habits Edwin picked up from hanging out with living people a lot more these days. 

Before Edwin could lift a hand, Thomas reached up and pushed the hair smoothly back into place. He received a warm smile for his efforts and couldn’t help but return it with a sappy grin of his own. They gazed into each other’s eyes.

“We’d best distribute this before it gets cold,” Edwin said softly, reluctant to break the moment. He nodded towards the pot at their feet. “Bone broth. Extremely nutritious and warming.”

And a better meal than most of the strays had managed this month, especially with a side of meat to go with it. 

They quickly set the food out where everyone would have room to eat without crowding or fighting. A line of bowls was placed along the entrances of the tents, so the young, the weak, and the elderly wouldn’t have to leave the warmer areas to eat but also couldn't spill their dinner on their blankets. 

The felines were thawing back to being comfortable, some of them getting active again, warming themselves up further with play. A mound of cats had migrated from their previous spots to curl up in piles around the metal pot that still radiated heat as it was slowly emptied. 

Thomas looked around as his subjects enjoyed their repast. Finally, he felt truly at ease again. Confident that his cats would not just survive the night, but would actually be reasonably happy through it all. Cats are creatures who valued their comfort.

Edwin had no idea how much devotion he had earned himself tonight. The cats were going to annoy the shit out of the ghost after this with their desire for more of his attention, and Thomas was going to watch it all with a smile of fond amusement. For now though his subjects gave their benefactor his space to stand alongside their King. 

With satisfaction akin to that of a job well jobbed, Edwin assessed the situation with a smile of his own. But it dimmed when he realized not everyone was comfortable yet. 

Thomas’s breaths didn’t steam in the air anymore, but his nose and cheeks were still ruddy with the cold, his hands shoved into the pockets of his robe. Now that they weren’t moving around the room he was shivering. The only cat that hadn’t been huddled together with others. 

“Come,” Edwin said decisively, taking Thomas by the wrist and leading him to one of the tents. “Warm yourself up too. I’ll keep an eye on things.”

Only half full now with some of the cats still finishing off the food or grooming themselves after their meal, there was plenty of room for Thomas who took his black cat form and gratefully curled up among the blankets on top of a still-warm hot water bottle. A trio of nearby felines shifted to move closer, crowding their King protectively and ratcheting up their soothing purrs. 

Edwin tidied up the dishes, passing them back through the mirror with the trays. The pot was much easier to lift now that it was empty so it followed the rest. In return another ribbon was shoved into his hand. As another link-sausage-line of hot water bottles was dragged through to the cannery, Edwin rolled his eyes. The ladies must have raided every pharmacy for blocks. At least Crystal could afford it; they’d have to figure out something to do with it all when this was over.

He spread the new toasty-warm bottles round to the various piles of blankets and inside the tents, setting one next to Thomas who promptly rolled over and wrapped his paws around it. 

What else could one do in the face of that, except pet the adorable creature? A few strokes along the feline spine, and a scritch under the jaw was all Edwin planned to allow himself, but Thomas woke up enough to capture his finger between velvety black paws. 

“Join me?” he requested quietly.

Edwin hesitated for only a second before he removed his boots and coat, leaving them outside the tent. When he crawled inside, Thomas was in human form again with just enough space left open at his side. He took Edwin’s hand once the ghost was settled, lying down next to him. 

The hush of quiet was unbroken for long moments before Thomas spoke. 

“It’s the winter solstice,” he murmured quietly, eyes fixed on the ceiling of the tend above them. 

Edwin wasn’t sure of the relevance of that fact until the Cat King elaborated. 

“Human folklore likes to brand cats as creatures of the night. But in terms of magic, we are children of the Sun. It fuels us in supernatural ways. For my subjects, for your average house-cat, even for the tiger at the local zoo, the seasonal change is negligible. But for a magic user like me, the connection to that power wanes this time of year.”

It must be difficult for Thomas to admit all this. Vain creature that he was, he would no doubt prefer to be seen as rather more powerful than reality. 

The difference to his magic wouldn’t seem significant to anyone but himself, probably. He could still do all his usual tricks, change his ridiculous outfits, shapeshift, teleport here and there. But stacking one’s magical abilities against a severe snowstorm…. few creatures were meant to have that kind of power even at their peak, and fewer still could wield it responsibly. But more than damaging his pride, it must have been galling for Thomas not to be able to fix the problem for his subject with a snap. He had a duty to them, one he took quite seriously despite his insouciant facade.

“You didn’t need your powers to protect them,” Edwin said. Thomas turned his head to look at the ghost who gave his best reassuring smile. He traced a finger over Thomas’s cheekbone, watching his inky eyelashes flutter shut.

“All is well. You can rest now.”

And wrapped in Edwin’s arms, Thomas did. 

The storm passed, the next day dawned clear and calm, the world rimed with ice that made everything glitter in the rising sun.

[AN: not all of the cats in Port Townsend are meant to be in the warehouse. most of the house cats are at home, some of the strays have reliable shelter, and some of the cats that are there do have places to go but if they have to be snowed in somewhere, they'd rather be with their fellow cats. some are there for shelter some are just there for a sleepover party. but feel free to imagine however many cats makes this more fun for you!]

[blackbloodteeth]

The Eyes at the Back of the Room

The woods had her that night. She'd never lost her way before the sun would set, but now the trees gave her no welcome mercy, especially as a foul storm had begun blowing in. There was, however, a cabin that had found her sight, one she prayed eternally grateful for easily letting her slip inside.

Curiously, despite the lanterns being lit and a fire stoked in its hearth, there were none but her in here. Poor soul must have been caught by the wicked rains like her, she reckoned.

She tried not to be much of a bother even as she made herself home by the flame's warmth, the passing time weighing on her chilled, weary bones. Just a rest of her eyes a moment. She'll be sure to explain her misfortunes when they finally return.

When she reawakened, it was in the comfort of a bed, tucked in soft and cozy covers that made it hard for her to want to part from them. Had the home's master shown her kindness while she fell to slumber?

Strangely yet again though, even as the sleepy daze of sunlight streamed from between the curtains, and a tantalizing, inviting smell of something kept warm that pulled her to the hearth, there was still no sight of who lives here.

Had they perhaps gone outside, to gather more firewood? She found herself terribly quite hungry, and wished to ask if it wouldn't be of too much trouble to have a bite, especially as there looked to be more than enough for even one. Much to her curious nature, of course, she was quickly drawn by the table already set. Two empty bowls, and a fresh loaf of bread split for two.

Well, when the kind soul who lives here comes back, she will make due on explaining herself and thanking them; Any task she can do to return the favor she'll be prepared for.

The stew plumed up steam as she served herself a filling portion, seating at the guest side of the table. It was rich and hearty, and very well the most delicious meal she had ever tasted in quite a while. In no time at all, she saw her bowl licked clean, and the accompanying bread thoroughly devoured, the nice glass of refreshing water savored in washing it down. She hadn't recalled it having been there at first but she dismissed it as busy forgetfulness.

Time passed again where she sat fulfilled, left by herself. It began to make her restless, voice reaching out as the door never stirred. "Am I to not thank someone for this kindness and hospitality?"

And then that's when she saw it. The eyes at the back of the room.

Dark red eyes, standing in the shadows of the corner.

"You can see me?" it whispers.

Her mouth gapes open, unable to look away as she nods, almost in a trance.

"You can hear me?" it whispers.

And again, she nods in reply.

The eyes blink. They do not stray from her.

"Will you be leaving?"

Soon enough she finds her voice, hands politely held in her lap. "I'm afraid so. I must return home before my family worries."

The eyes blink. They look away, to the other end of the table.

"Then take that with you. It will help you find your way out."

Her mouth gapes again, a small doll made of dried leaves and tied with herbs now sitting in the middle between them. Quietly she takes it and excuses herself from the chair. "Thank you."

The eyes stay silent.

She keeps her head lowered as she walks across the room, not another word when she makes it to the door, closes it behind her, starts her way along the trail leading home. She can't seem to stop herself from pausing just at the edge of the trees, turning to look back.

The cabin still remains there. And the eyes watch her from the darkness of the window.

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

just a blurb about being tired and snuggling with jake would be appreciated (think feeling sleepy but it being nowhere near time for bed, just sitting with each other)

of course, i love this so much.

You loved days like this, lazy days at home when it was raining and thundering outside. Most people would complain about the weather, but it always made you feel calm.

Clad in an oversized sweater and a pair of short biker shorts you made your way to the couch, stopping to grab a blanket from the blanket ladder against the wall. You placed your tea on the coffee table and got comfortable on the couch. Grabbing your current favorite book you started reading. The sound of Jake working on a new riff from his music room filling the silence, and almost making it hard for you to stay awake.

After a while you heard your other half making his way down the hallway. He turned the corner and a soft smile played on his lips when his eyes landed on you.

"Hey you" He said sweetly, "Don't you look cozy"

You could tell from the speed of his motions and his tired eyes that he had probably been up most of the night. He was a night owl at heart, but also never wanted to slow down during the day.

"I am, want to join me?" you pulled the blanket back and patted the space between your legs.

"Will you rub my back?" He asked shyly, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

"Of course Jakey" You grinned. He pulled his shirt over his head and then settled between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist, reaching his hands under your sweater so he could touch your bare skin, head resting on your abdomen.

You pulled the blanket back over you both and started running one hand up and down his back with the other gently scratching at his scalp. He sighed deeply as he melted into you, squeezing you a little tighter before fully relaxing.

"mmm, i love you" He mumbled, kissing the inside of your arm when it moved close enough.

"I love you" You said back quietly.

You thanked yourself for buying a couch big enough to fit both of you comfortably. The two of you stayed there for hours, drifting in and out of sleep, whispering sweet nothings to each other and occasionally shifting positions as the rain continued to come down outside. You loved days like this.

[221b-bitch-st]

May 1st: In The Beginning

In the beginning, there were two beings of divine creation - an angel and a demon. In the beginning, they deemed God’s Plan to be ineffable. In the beginning, the demon shielded the angel from rain with his coal black wings.

However, none of those things mark the beginning of the romantic relationship between the angel and the demon. One may argue that their entire coexistence has been a romantic endeavor, but only so much so that they’ve been dancing around each other like cosmically-sized magnets.

What most who know about Aziraphale and Crowley would deem the beginning is the night of May the first in A. Z. Fell and Co. ~ Antiquarian and Unusual Books. It had never been unusual for demon and angel to engage in social activities in the safety of the bookshoppe after dark, but this night constituted a shift in a dynamic carefully crafted over centuries upon centuries.

Crowley had spent a very long time describing his disdain for his overseer, Beelzebub, and Aziraphale has listened keenly, offering commentary such as “Astonishing!” and “How audacious!” when appropriate. Now, he was all talked out for the evening, and he slumped in a frumpy red chair, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Aziraphale walked backed into the room with two more steaming mugs of cocoa, the handles replaced with angels wings, quite ready to listen to his demon pour his heart out further, when he noticed how serene Crowley looked. Crowley never looked that serene unless he was sleeping, a human activity that he admitted to enjoying on an evening similar to this one (under dubious circumstances but it was a confession nonetheless). Indeed, more and more Crowley found himself waking up after a particularly pleasant nap only to remember he had been in the presence of Aziraphale. Not that the angel seemed to mind in the slightest.

“Oh, Crowley…”

Aziraphale gently set down the steaming mugs on the tottery round table between their two armchairs before lifting a knitted blanket off of a nearby chair and laying it gently over over Crowley’s lap. Crowley stirred, opening one gleaming yellow eye to identify the disturbance.

“Angel?”

“Hush now, go back to sleep.”

Crowley nodded, closing his eyes once more and shifting in the chair, eliciting a smitten kind of smile from the angel.

“You really are quite adorable when you’re all sleepy like this,” Aziraphale commented, not expecting Crowley to hear or even acknowledge his statement. But when he sat down in the chair directly beside his demon, the latter stirred.

“I’m what?”

“You’re- you’re what? Oh, nothing, nothing at all. Go to sleep,” Aziraphale stuttered out rather nervously.

“Did you call me adorable?”

“Did I? It must’ve… slipped out, what with you being all cozy and how late it and-“

Crowley placed one long-fingered hand over Aziraphale’s and, always the seed of temptation, cocked his head slyly.

“Does that thought cross your mind a lot?”

“Well… rather frequently, I suppose. I’m surprised you’re not offended.”

Crowley threw his head back and laughed and full, energetic laugh that had Aziraphale’s insides in a knot.

“Oh, of course I’m offended.”

The angel blanched.

“I’d much rather be thought of as beautiful, tempting, sexy, a dark spot you can’t get off your sunglasses that always catches your eye…”

Aziraphale nodded carefully, assessing his demon’s words. Maybe, if he was quite particular with his wording, he could convey his feelings.

“Well, suppose you are also all those things. Then no one else could be gorgeous, for you’d be stealing all the glory.”

A faint blush tickled the demons cheeks uncharacteristically, and the angel found he quite liked the look of it.

“I’m only this stunning in your presence, Angel.”

And then soft brown met rich gold, and each being found he couldn’t quite stop looking into the other’s eyes. Slowly, without breaking the fragile eye contact, Crowley lifted Aziraphale’s hand to his lips and placed them there gently, letting his featherlight kiss rest for a few moments longer than could be platonic before removing his hand.

Then, without a word, the demon curled up easily, quite like a snake, burying himself in the blanket and sinking into the armchair once more. But he didn’t let go of his angel’s hand for the whole night.

[rnm-magic-space-xsd]

I love and absolutely adore my HanniBunnyHubbyBearJuju!

It was his loneliness and sadness that first drew me to him. I wanted to comfort this beautiful, hurt and misunderstood soul.. When I learned his life was filled with insincere people who only wanted to use him for his looks, status and wealth. It really hurt and shocked me.

It must’ve really disillusioned him to see his father change wives and girlfriends every other week, since childhood. Not to mention that all of them just chased and flirted with his father for his money..he was also emotionally neglected by his parents who were too preoccupied with themselves..and seeing his father divorce and marry the same type of women who clutched their grip on his wallet, only seeking to fulfill their own greed. I’m repeating myself but it’s just…such a gaping trauma wound that broke his trust in love and true romance..

He must’ve felt such deep distrust in the shallow women that tried to seduce him, just like how many had tried to seduce his father; with eyes locked on his looks and wealth. Preying on them like starved hyenas..

JujuBear is human too! He deserves to be seen, understood, loved, cherished, protected, comforted, accepted !

I understand the comfort of living in our own narrow imaginary worlds; JujuBear with Elizabeth ever since Rika ‘died’ and Jihyun became shrouded and hidden by secrets that distanced them from each other and caused ripples of distrust and doubt in Juju’s heart towards Jihyun. His one, best, closest and only childhood friend. It hurts me to know how alone Juju must’ve felt..like he was abandoned by his own two closest soul friends..when it was his biggest fear ; losing the people who understand, love and accept him for who he is..never to connect with them again..

I relate to it because I also find comfort in imagining myself being unconditionally loved by my favorite fictional characters (including my JujuBear!). I’ve been selfshipping since I was in elementary school! I’ve always been an optimist and a hopeless romantic! Yet cannot trust real guys due to having been raped before..it was, frightening and trust and heart breaking..

JujuBear had to survive several kidnappings since he was a child and even had to bear so many responsibilities as the heir to the C&R business with rigorous private tutoring since he was only six years old ! It upsets me that he didn’t get to enjoy a normal, happy, exciting and fulfilling childhood. Which is why! I love introducing JujuBear to lots of childlike hobbies !

We love singing together and to each other, write love letters to each other, play in the bathtub with soap bubbles! Haha! One time, a few days ago!, Juju spread soap foam on his chin and jaw and pretended to be Santa! He went ‘Ho, ho, ho ! I am the fabled gift giver, Snow-Santa ! I wonder what would this lovely lady here wish for her nearing Christmas birthday?’

Aaaaaa!!! It made me giggle at how silly JujuBear was! Even now just thinking about it makes me smile ! My eyes sparkled like glittering stars with excitement at how cute he was and I hugged my HanniBunnyBear real tightly! Aa I love and adore him so muchhh!!!!

‘AWWW JUJUUUU!!!!! The happiest thing I could ever receive from you this season are winter dates together!! Whether it’d be cozying up together with warm drinks inside with romantic music giving us company while it snows and rains thunderstorms at our windows, learning to clumsily ice skate, having snowball fights!, having slow mornings together in bed; with us all sleepy and warm, limbs tangled up together as we lay so close to each other.

Or or or, a vacation trip together! Or a Christmas or Hanukkah date! We could even visit my family that live overseas, in Israel! We could share sufganiyot, latkes, chocolate coins, light up the menorah, eat together, feed each other all lovey-dovey like and sing winter and holiday songs together!

Dance a romantic waltz in the living room all in our own private world, or even dance and laugh under the rain…💗 I, I sure am kitschy..but I just really love living romance with you my JujuBear..Loving you is so soulfully fulfilling🩶 I don’t know how to explain this ocean deep and infinite galaxy wide, this ever constant love that beats within me for you’

Back when we first started bathing together, something like 2-3 years ago, I was the more playful and silly of the two of us 😆😅🤗 and JujuBear was lovingly coaxed to connect with his own childlike and carefree side of himself the more we spent time together 💞.

At the start both of us were nervous and shy but as we splashed water at each other and laughed, our tension mellowed a little..x)

As we were about to step out of the bath, I put the adorable cat ear headband I bought in preparation for our first few quality bath time together and went ‘miu~~ meep~ mrrp~ nyau~’ and nuzzled against him. ‘I’m your kittycat! Please always love and adore me~💗🐈‍⬛’ I added, which in response he huffed a quiet yet amused laugh at my silliness.

‘You want to be my kitty? Well, be prepared. The moment I call you mine, I’ll never let you go. You’ll stay in my arms forever, love.’ and then he hugged me warmly and kissed my temple and my wet hair. I felt so safe and sweet, all hot and melted, like I could feel myself drowning in his love..

(during our first year of living together we went into our baths wearing swimsuits cause I didn’t feel comfortable enough for us both being completely naked and in such close proximity. It’s nothing against him, I just am asexual and went through rape before so..I just feel uncomfortable. I still love HanniBunnyHubbyBear Juju with all my heart!)

And and and I lovelovelove! JujuBear’s silly humor and the way he plays along with me! I love eating together and feeding each other, I love cuddling together with Juju and Elizabeth and playing with her, I love our tickle fights! Though it’s so difficult to find out where he’s sensitive to tickles 😅😂..

I always seem to lose against him when it comes to tickle fights but whenever he tickles me and makes me laugh till I cry with joy, it glimmers him into joyful laughter too.

He always says I have an ‘Aphrodisiac-Inducing Laughter’ or in short he says I’m a ‘Joy-Tickler’ because my laughter always tickles his funny-bone into laughing together with me!

And I absolutely love to support, cheer, hug, listen, cook for and feed my JujuBear when he’s sad or had a hard day. It fills up my heart with warmth and meaning to cherish and love someone as precious as my HanniBunnyHubbyBearJuju!

And I am forever grateful to be pampered, loved, cherished, protected, supported and adored by my JujuBear who is so endlessly devoted to me 💖🪷🌸🫶🏼..

We’re the ultimate Autisticats, The Forever Loving and Happily Autistic Married Couple!

[borathae]

"Sometimes being with each other is all that you need to be happy."

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, domestic Fluff

Warnings: they are so in love <3, Boongie is a lil sad at the beginning but cheers up because of her, he makes her food <3, they share kisses hehehe, hinted polyamory

Wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: i don't even know what to say anymore. i just love them so much :( i want them to be happy always <3

The lights in your room are off, only the candles are burning. You don’t need much more. They provide enough light and give the room a cozy feeling.

As of recently, the room you currently find yourself in was one of the many unused rooms in the estate, destined to a dark and dusty fate. Until Yoongi surprised you with it as your new and freshly renovated witch office. He fixed up the fireplace so you could hang your cauldron and rewired all the electricity so you could actually use the lights. He dusted the room, fixed the rotten floor, painted the walls, installed better insulated windows and then filled the room with renovated furniture and so many books. It earned him a million kisses and a billion hugs and you spent a good amount of it crying in his arms because you were so happy.

Since then, you made this place your own. The room was divided into three spaces. The first space was your potion kitchen, consisting of a hip-high work counter, a white metal sink in front of the window and the fireplace with the cauldron. The next section was your work desk, located in front of the second window. You do your magic homework there, take notes from your books or stare outside to watch the rain. And the last space was your reading area consisting of a spacious sofa with lots of cushions and blankets, a small side table on which a floral lamp gifts light and another side table for mandatory tea cup holding. From the ceiling hooks, bundles of herbs and flowers are drying and little trinkets and crystals are presented wherever a free spot offered itself. The wooden floors are covered in antique rugs and candles keep the space illuminated. Taehyung also gave you one of his record players, which earned him as just many kisses and just as many hugs. You placed it on yet another small table by your work desk.

Said record player is currently serenading you with your current favourite album. A faint knock at the door cuts through the melodies. 

“It’s open!”

Yoongi steps inside and closes the door behind him. He shrugged off his riding coat and gloves, but kept the sweater on. A black turtleneck, tugged neatly into black riding pants. He doesn’t wear shoes – courtesy of your no shoes in your rooms policy – which results in his already silent steps to be noiseless on the floor. 

“You got wet”, you gasp, “oh, love what happened?”

“Nothing, I just got rained on”, he assures you and walks to you in hasty steps. 

“It started to rain?” you look outside, “it did. I didn’t even notice that it did.”

“Yeah, it started ten minutes ago.”

You are currently in your kitchen, tying camomile into bundles. Yoongi places himself behind you and wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. 

You giggle because it tickles, fleeing him with minimal effort. His lips and nose feel cold from outside. His wet hair rubs against your skin and sends shivers through you. He kisses your favourite spot, ending it with a small purr. 

“Hey”, he whispers sweetly.

“Hey there. Your face is cold.”

“The wind’s strong. It’s why I got so wet”, he says.

“And it’s not because you’ve been riding in the rain for so long?”

He chuckles and nibbles on your jawline, “probably.”

You laugh softly, relaxing in his arms as you return to your task. You plan on using the herbs for teas and sleepy cushions. Taehyung especially loves those cushions and he already has a collection of five with plans of growing them. You love making them for him, because he gets so happy when you gift them to him. 

Yoongi keeps hugging you as you work, stealing neck and shoulder kisses whenever he can.

“Tea or pillows?” he asks.

“Both, but mostly tea. It’s getting colder again, so we’ll need to restock.”

“Mhm, can’t wait. Your teas are very good”, he says, making you smile. 

“Thank you, my love.”

“Mhm.”

Emma and Seokjin asked you if you wanted to have a small section in their perfume shop where you could sell your teas and creams. You instantly said yes. Jimin has been helping with packaging. He finds lots of purpose doing something which might seem so insignificant to others, but to him it feels very important. Something where he can be careful and tender, where he can go slow and where he knows that he won’t be punished even if he messes up. You think that it helps heal a few wounds in his heart, because whenever you watch him fill the packages of tea with a concentrate pout on his lips or the jars of cream with furrowed brows, a sense of tranquillity surrounds him.

You are currently drying camomile for a new patch of your very delicious tea mixture against colds and sniffles.

“How did it go with him?” you ask him, placing a finished bundle aside to start work on a new one. 

“Good, I guess. He’s still the same.”

“Yeah? Well, at least that’s positive news. The spell worked without side effects.”

“Yeah”, Yoongi says and rests his chin on your shoulder, “he refused to talk. Again. Like always.”

“Mhm, I see. That’s not that good of news. Does he eat and drink at least?”

“Yes, but…I don’t know what to do anymore. Nothing I try helps. It’s like he’s, he’s”, Yoongi stops talking and sighs instead, “it doesn’t matter.”

“No, it does matter”, you turn in his arms, placing your hands on his chest, “I can hear that it upsets you.”

“It doesn’t upset me.”

“Yoongi…” you warn.

Yoongi lowers his eyes, “it makes me sad”, he whispers.

“Gosh my love”, you cup his right cheek. 

He leans into it instantly.

“I understand your pain. You are trying so hard, but nothing helps. It must be so painful to watch him rot away like this.”

He nods his head, “I keep wondering if we did the right thing. If, if we never should have turned him human. I wanted to heal him and, and now he is just a shell of-”, he stops again and looks into your eyes, “I’m sorry”, he whispers.

“For what, my love?”

“I almost cried, but I don’t want to.”

“It’s okay, let it all out. You’ll feel so much better afterwards.”

“No”, he shakes his head, “I can’t do that. I want a hug.”

“Com’ere.”

Yoongi falls into your arms, hugging you back with grateful tenderness. 

“It’s okay to cry, my love.”

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Okay, but if you need to, don’t hold back, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You hold him for the duration of one song, swaying him to the melody and caressing the nape of his neck. He doesn’t cry, but it is still clear that the hug has the same effect on him as crying would have. Once he steps back, the weight on his shoulders seems to have lifted and he gives you an honest smile.

“Thank you”, he says.

“Don’t. You know that you can always come to me.”

“Yeah”, he nods his head, “thanks. You can always come to me too.”

“I know, love. Thank you.”

He smiles and nods his head once.

“And we’ll get through this together, yeah? You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“I know, thank you”, he says and looks to the side shyly, “I cherish you so much”, he whispers with his fingers touching his own hair. 

“I cherish you too, my beloved.”

Yoongi hums and touches his own tummy.

“Uhm. I’ll dry up now. My nipples are coming through the shirt because I’m so cold”, he says, cracking you up. 

Yep, he definitely feels better again. 

You glance at his chest and the very prominent nipples poking through the fabric.

“They do. Oh dear, look at them”, you say, touching them softly. 

He swats your hands away, “don’t. They’re sensitive”, he whines.

“Sorry”, you apologise with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. 

“You’re not”, he says and steps back to leave, “I’ll dry up.”

“Yeah, okay. Have fun, love.”

“Mhm.”

He leaves the room, but returns soon. The vinyl already finished quite some time ago. Now the pitter-patter of rain against the windows is keeping you audible company. You are by your bookcases, cleaning up the books you had to use lately. You like sorting them back into your shelves in alphabetical order once you are done using them. 

Yoongi knocks on your door again. By the sound of it, he used his elbow for it. 

“Come in!”

“I need help.”

“Oh dear. What’s wrong?” you gasp, hurrying to the door to open it for him.

Nothing is wrong. He is merely carrying a big tray filled with tea and lots of little snacks. Biscuits, sandwiches cut into triangles, sliced fruit and a can of cinnamon tea with some milk. He clearly couldn’t twist the doorknob like this.

“Oh wow Boongie, what's all of that?” you gasp. 

“I thought that you were probably hungry”, he says, carrying the tray to your work desk. 

“I am. Thank you”, you tell him as you trail behind him. You hug him from behind, rubbing his tummy as he prepares the tea for you. He prepares himself a cup as well.

“There you go.” 

“Thank. You”, you say sweetly and giggle, circling him so you could clink mugs with him.

You and he share silence as you try the tea. It tastes rich in spices and leaves behind a comfortable warmth in your tummy. 

“This is so yummy. You make the best tea, my love”, you gush and pick up one of the sandwiches, “now what’s that?”

“Just some burrata with tomatoes and pesto and prosciutto and stuff. Yeah, I thought it could be good.”

“Mhhm it is good, wow Boongie this tastes amazing.”

The sandwich is perfectly grilled to be crunchy outside but still soft inside and the flavours of the fillings harmonize together perfectly. You feel your mouth water even as you are munching on it. 

He looks to the side, smiling to himself. 

“Yeah, eat a lot”, he says, nodding his head. 

“I definitely will. Thank you, my love”, you say and pick up the plate, “do you wanna sit on the couch and talk while we eat?”

“Yeah”, he says and follows you with the tea cups. 

You sit down in a way so that you can rest your bend legs on his lap and he can run his hand up and down your thigh. He drinks his tea while you eat the delicious sandwich. He asks you if you had a nice day until now and you tell him that you did. Then you ask him if he feels better now that he is dry and he tells you that he does. Afterwards you guide the sandwich to his lips, offering him a bite which he accepts with a faux frown on his face. In the end, he goes in for one more bite and says that the sandwich was good. 

Once you finished your sandwich – and you told him all about the caterpillar you saw in the garden – you share the plate of biscuits and another cup of tea each. You busy yourself with your books as you do, while Yoongi relaxes on the couch with his phone. 

You share silence like this, coexisting in the same space. You love doing this with him. To be alone, but not lonely. To know that you can partake in your favourite things, but if you wanted to, you would just have to turn and see your favourite person. To know that he is there and that you could just go over there and kiss his lips makes time feel so meaningful and precious.

You place the book aside and give in to the voices. You go to him and place yourself in front of him. Yoongi lifts his head, running his eyes over your face in silent curiosity. Wordlessly, you lean down and cup his cheeks to pull him into a loving kiss. 

“Hm”, Yoongi lets out and drops his phone for the sake of holding you. He feels dizzy instantly. Oh, how much he loves to kiss you. 

It breaks way too soon for his liking. You even straighten up again, looking down at him with warm eyes. 

“Why did you do that?” he asks breathily and with his sparkly eyes racing between yours. 

“I just felt like it”, you answer him, caressing his lips gently. 

He chases your touch with a tilt of his head and a breathy, “oh” slipping from his pouty lips.

“Why? Is that a problem?”

He shakes his head, fluttering his lashes at you.

“That’s what I thought”, you say and gift him a fond smile, “you’re so handsome, my love”, you say and step back again to return to your books.

Yoongi lowers his head shyly, touching his own lips. Your surprise kisses won’t ever lose their spark. Yoongi swears he discovers new colours whenever you kiss him that way. He is so giddy when he is with you. You make him feel so good. You really do. He watches you work for a little while. You are almost finished with the books, taking tea and biscuit breaks every now and then.

Yoongi switches his eyes to the guitar next to the work desk. It’s from his collection. It was made out of black wood with pearl engravings on the guitar neck and produced a beautiful sound. It has a permanent home in this room, just like a few of your plants have a permanent home in his wing these days. It happened naturally that you trickled into each other’s spaces with the intent to stay. It doesn’t feel out of place, as a matter of fact, your spaces wouldn’t feel complete if the little hints of the other weren’t present.

Yoongi gets up from the sofa, “do you mind if I play the guitar?” he asks.

“No, of course not. I was already thinking how quiet the room is”, you allow him with your nose lost in one of your books, “woah, that’s interesting. Why did I wanna put this away? I gotta take notes on this”, you murmur and turn to hurry to the desk.

You meet Yoongi there. He is carrying the guitar by its neck, smiling at you with curious eyes.

“What did you discover?” he asks.

“Look”, you show him the pages in the book.

Yoongi looks at them with great interest. They present knowledge to a spell you are currently practicing under his guidance.

“That’s the spell we practiced yesterday. I didn’t even see those pages yet.”

“Mhm, they seem helpful. It’s a good idea to take notes about them”, he tells you and glances at your face.

You notice, meeting his gaze.

“Can I have another kiss?” he asks.

You nod your head and close the distance between you and him to kiss his lips. Yoongi deepens it with his hand on the side of your neck and his thumb caressing your cheek. By the time he finally breaks it, your heart is racing just a little. He gives you a smile.

“That was nice”, he says.

“Yeah”, you agree, nudging his chest, “you’re so sweet.”

“Mhm”, he hums and steps back to get comfortable on the couch, “do you have any song wishes?”

“Not really. Just play whatever you wanna play”, you tell him and sit down by your desk.

“Okay”, he says and seconds later the melodies of his guitar fills the air. 

[dailyreverie]

Hiii Jul! May I request #2 “Let’s just stay in here, where it’s warm.” with Poe, please? 🥺 If it's not taken of course!

The holiday

A/N: First of all, thank you so much for requesting! second, I really really hope you like it, this is nothing ut pure tooth-rotting fluff.

☃️ December Writing Challenge! 🎄

Day #2: “Let’s just stay in here, where it’s warm.”

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Word Count: 675 words

Warnings: Sleepy cuddly Poe. Poe gets kind of steamy.

When you open your eyes and stretch your arms, you already know it was going to be impossible to get out of bed. It was not just because of Poe’s arm holding you so close to his chest - though it may have been a reason -, but because of the cold that could be felt all the way inside your room.

You had arrived at the sanctuary moon of Endor for a recon mission the afternoon before, just in time to avoid the freezing night rain that had turned into snow just a few minutes later. Poe had somehow managed to get a cozy cabin to spend the days you were going to be there, with a big chimney to warm your room and the coziest blankets thrown on the bed.

Waking up to the smell of smokey wood and to Poe’s shampoo felt more like a holiday than a mission, and the cold outside was not helping at all. The window had the perfect view of the forest, and of the fog that had covered it entirely, trapping an even colder wind in between the tall trees. You wanted nothing but to stay like that, forever in between Poe’s arms in a cold winter morning, still, you tried moving away from Poe’s grasp in an attempt to go and start your day.

“Where do you think you are going?” His voice, still full of sleep, was enough to stop you.

“We need to get ready to leave.” You reminded him, holding his hand to unhook his arm from around your waist.

He groaned, but eventually, a smile broke on his face. “Not really, we don’t.”

“What do you mean? Isn’t Finn waiting for you to send the intel?” As you ask, Poe successfully pulls you back under his weight, without any intention of letting you go.

“Nope,” He pops the p, kissing under your earlobe as he pulls the blanket over the two of you. “No one’s waiting for anything.” You should really keep asking, find out what he even is talking about, but then he starts kissing down your earlobe to your jaw, your neck, your clavicle… his job of distracting you working as a charm as you let out a little moan and curl into his chest, forgetting for a second how cold it is outside.

“Wait, wait… so the mission-” You push him away, trying to make sense of whatever Poe planned. He meets your eyes with his eyelids half-closed, looking at you without answering as you try and figure out the past 12 hours. “You made it up?”

“I wanted to surprise you.” Poe admits innocently. “After the year we had, now that it’s all over, I figured we could use a holiday.” You have no words left to say, you can only look at him and hope your smile is enough for him to understand how thankful you are and how much you love him.

“So this means we don’t have to go out and freeze?” You cuddle closer to him, kissing him softly when you meet him in the middle again. “Or was all this just an excuse to stay in bed for a bit longer?”

Poe shakes his head with a small laugh, all while he manages to climb on top of you and cage you under his body. “No excuses, I’m being serious. Let’s just stay here, where it’s warm, and maybe we’ll see some snow falling today…” He kisses you again, slowly, your lips moving in sync and his tongue teasing yours as he speaks in between kisses “...turn the fire on, stay in bed all day, whatever you want to do.”

“This. This is all I want to do.” You finally let go of every other question about Poe’s surprise getaway, feeling his smile against your lips as he keeps kissing you over and over again, as if kissing you was the only thing that could keep the cold away - you figure out it may be working, since you are never cold again that morning.

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