#cleaned the tablecloth and his blanket

[mer-se]

my boy

[cheollipop]

❅*⋆ 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬

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pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 4.4k

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship

while the world revelled in the first snowfall of the year — crowding their windows as the sky painted the streets in a blanket of white — your focus remained elsewhere, too busy celebrating wooyoung.

❅ warnings: food/eating mentioned, unprotected sex (👎), creampie, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, men whimpering *drools*, wooyoung is a tease, sub-leaning!reader, cockwarming, creaming, praise, nicknames (youngie, woo; baby, good girl, darling, love), they are so in love i want to throw up

❅ A/N: happiest birthday to my beloved.

nsfw under the cut—minors dni 🔞

Smoothing your spatula over the cooled top layer, small, golden crumbs adhered to the buttercream as you coated the freshly baked cake’s exterior. You peered outside the window atop the sink, a smile stretching your lips when you’d noticed the falling white specs coating the world behind the safety of your glass pane.

You loved winter. You loved the hot chocolate with marshmallows melting into a swirl of whipped cream, huddling up on the couch with candles burning, blankets engulfing your form while the world around you faded away as warmth seeped into your skin. You loved the anticipation of snow, and the bliss it brought with it when it dressed the streets in a soft, pearly gown. You loved the big jumpers you’d sneak out of Wooyoung’s closet, his scent imbedded into the soft fibres, and the homemade soup burning your tongue as he spoon-fed it into your open mouth. Even with harsh storms swaying the trees from side to side, branches banging against your windows, hail pounding on the hoods of cars, and bleak winds breaching the thick layers of cashmere and fleece, winter with Wooyoung was warm.

Too immersed in taking in the sky’s frosty offering, you’d missed the gentle rustling of keys, the click of the front door, mindlessly spreading the slightly-too-thick coating while socked feet padded their way to your idle form. The sudden hands on your waist startled you, a gallop of buttercream flying off the spatula you were holding as your arm jolted upwards, quickly twisting your body with a stunted inhale to face the intruder. Your initial fright dwindled away as you stood before Wooyoung, eyes closed to avoid the buttercream stuck over his eyebrow, his body trapping yours against the marble counter.

“Woo,” you breathed out a sigh of relief, giggles bubbling up in your throat as you reached for the tablecloth you had thrown over your shoulder, wiping his face with your lips drawn tight to suppress the laugh attempting to slip through.

“Is this how you treat me on my birthday?” You wanted to kiss his pout away, but you resisted. “I rushed home to my darling because I missed her so much, and she tries to blind me,” he sulked, fluttering his eyes open once you’d wiped his face completely clean.

This time, you giggled, leaning forward to press your lips together, moving to peck the corners before pulling away. “I’m sorry, my love,” you smiled apologetically, not bothering with teasing him on his birthday. His mouth stretched into a smile that mirrored yours, and you leaned into his body, arms wrapping around his small waist while his circled your own. Glancing down at his shirt, about to scold him for the improper number of layers he’d thrown on before leaving, your eyebrows shot up at the blotchy streaks of brown painting the thin white. “What did the guys do to you?”

He tilted his head to take in the state of his shirt, blowing out a breathy laugh before directing his gaze back to your puzzled features. “Oh baby, you should’ve seen my face. They had Jongho push it down into the cake.”

“Mm, you still have some in your hair,” you grinned while picking out the crumbs from his hairline, running your fingers through dark locks to break up the stuck-together strands.

A gust of air blew over your face as it escaped Wooyoung’s parted lips in a heavy sigh, interrupting your ministrations when he dropped his head onto your shoulder to nuzzle his nose into your pulse point, inhaling the lingering scent of vanilla wafting off your skin and occupying your residence. Pressing a kiss to your neck, he muttered against the soft flesh, “I’ve missed you.”

You smiled, “you’ve only been gone for two hours.”

“Too long.”

Your chest warmed, fingers carding through the soft hairs at his nape while he laid the weight of his head onto your shoulder, breath steady and arms secure around your waist, occasionally tightening as he zoned in and out of the present, content to simply rest within the aura of tranquillity you’d effortlessly granted him. “You’re here now,” you burrowed your nose into his hair, the chocolatey aroma of a wasted cake embedded into the soft locks.

It wasn’t that Wooyoung was fond of winter too — he simply enjoyed spending it by your side. Pretending to be cold so you’d snuggle closer to him, running your hands through his hair and peppering kisses over his face until it scrunched up, blowing hot air over his already-warm palms just to see the corners of his eyes wrinkle as his lips curled with a smile. You'd wait all year to watch the world pile on layers of thick fabric with a sheet of white, quickly melting dust resting on their shoulders, dainty snowflakes bedecking brown locks, irises glinting under the winter sky as you walked down the slippery sidewalk with intertwined fingers swinging between your bodies.

Winter, to you and Wooyoung, meant meaningless walks under the soft snowfall, feeling the momentary chill of the icy flakes on your skin before it reverted back to liquid. Red noses inhaling the crisp air, soft gusts of fog leaving freckled lips as excited words rolled off his tongue — something about a new series he was watching, or was it a movie? The non-prescription glasses he insisted on wearing all but fully beclouded, droplets of melted snow rolling off the plastic frame, his lips cracked with their excessive movement as he kept switching between topics, as though he’d been saving them up for weeks. As though you didn’t share most of the day’s hours in each other’s company, eyes meeting delicate features as the morning sun cast its early rays over your resting figures, and falling shut within each other’s embrace, hoping their gentle touch could carry into your dreams.

Wooyoung knew when to be quiet as well. When the grey, weary skies reflected upon your affect, your warm sheets proving to be a little more difficult to part with, and words a little more difficult to utter. In such instances, Wooyoung offered you peace, safety, warmth. A place to rest and recover, where the passage of time didn’t seem too daunting, where you could find footing at your own pace, with a gaze flooded with unfaltering adoration cast upon you, and arms warmer than the peak of summer holding your trembling form until it found the strength to stand alone, a ghost of a palm on your lower back even as you took your first steps back into the present.

A pleasant exhale warmed your shoulder before Wooyoung’s body retreated partially, arms still encompassing your body while he directed his focus onto the counter behind you. “Has my baby been working on this since I left?” His tone was playful, amused as he peered over your shoulder at the crumb-coated cake left unfinished.

The corners of your lips lifted into a shy smile, cheeks flushed while you nodded. With your eyes fixed onto a particular stain on Wooyoung’s collar, you’d missed the tenderness of his gaze as he took you in — curling in on yourself while he held you in his arms, flour dusted over your sweater and traces of buttercream left at the corner of your mouth from a sneaky taste testing you thought would go unnoticed. Holding your chin with his pointer and thumb, Wooyoung directed your focus back to his face, greeting you with an easy smile before leaning forward to close the gap between your lips. They sashayed like dancers, moulding against one another in a gentle, yet gradually deepening kiss, noses pressing against one another as Wooyoung stepped further into your space.

And just like that, he was gone again, moving back to moon over the blend of abashment and disorientation taking over your features while your lips continued to chase his, the plushness lingering over your senses, and you wanted more. But the hands on your waist were twisting you clockwise until you faced the loitering snowfall once again, Wooyoung’s arms now on either side of you, bracketing your body against the counter while his lips feathered over the cartilage of your ear as he spoke, “come on then, don’t let me distract you.”

Your heartrate picked up, Wooyoung’s body heat — despite the intentional space left between your back and his chest — seeping into your skin, not aiding the flush running up your body at the proximity, the not-so-innocent touches, the teasing, the taste of his lips persisting over yours.

“Woo,” the tone was firm, but your voice wavered before you could stop it, and the telltale stretch of his mouth against the shell of your ear told you all you needed to know — Wooyoung was aware of his effect on you, and would work to exploit his power in any way he could.

Slender fingers reached for the piping bag you’d set aside earlier, twisting one of your hands with his free one to place the tool into your open palm. “Here, I’ll help,” his smirk remained, evident in his voice as he laid his hands over your knuckles, following your lead as you adjusted the bag in your hold until it fit comfortably.

You exhaled the breath you’d been holding, steadying your trembling hands and angling your body over the counter, dragging Wooyoung down with you as he watched your measured movements in silence. Pressing down on the sides of the plastic bag, you formed your first buttercream swirl with a meticulous twist of the wrist. You pursed your lips, leaning back ever so slightly to examine it before nodding in approval, bending down once again to repeat the process.

Wooyoung's hand remained perched idly over yours, eyes flitting between your profile and the hands lining his birthday cake’s circumference with — very uneven — swirls of vanilla buttercream. With no trace of your previous bashfulness to be found, Wooyoung found himself mooning over the engaged furrow of your eyebrows, the glossy sliver of tongue held between your teeth, steady hands moving underneath his with no complaint about their added weight; you’ll most likely use that as an excuse to justify the noticeable discrepancy in swirl size, and Wooyoung will most likely allow it, drop the banter and accept you accusations, simply to see the blissful spark lighting up your irises.

Suddenly straightening up into his body, you’d dragged Wooyoung out of his sappy daydreams and back to inspect the finished cake, the decorative swirls appearing more uniform now that they’d been clustered together, the mouthwatering scent of vanilla and caramel so inviting, so homey and pleasant.

As though you’d read his mind, you reached forward to grab a clean fork from the dishrack, not bothering with cutting out a slice before you’d stabbed the cake to scoop out a bite of fluffy, vanilla-coated sponge. Wooyoung's mouth opened without thought as you directed the heaped fork over your shoulder, teeth clanging against the metal as he slid the contents off its prongs. You'd expected the passionate feedback, turning your head as soon as his eyes had fell shut, wishing you’d plugged your ears as soon as the hyperbolic moaning began. Sensing the sway of his body behind you while he chewed loudly, you slid your finger over the coated side of the cake, collecting a bead of buttercream and rotating your body to smear it onto his cheek. The moaning stopped, thank fuck.

The deadpan expression barely lasted, his features melting into that of warmth, affection, love — as though you’d handcrafted the intricate snowflakes painting the world white and placed them into his hands. Wooyoung’s gaze moved to your lips, skipping contemplation, and diving forward to share the sweet remnants of vanilla on his tongue, flicking it over your bottom lip with a sly smile. He trailed tender kisses up your face, starting at the corner of your mouth and up to your cheekbone. And just as your eyes fluttered shut, a warm, buttercream-covered cheek collided with yours, curved nose nuzzling into the warm flesh to smear the sugary cream over your skin. His grip on your waist was unyielding, holding you still while you thrashed in his arms.

“You shouldn’t play with your food, my love,” he grinned, fingers now poking at your sides.

“Woo—” you shrieked and jerked away from his touch, throwing your head back as giggles erupted from your chest. “Please—s-stop!”

He carried on with his ministrations for a few moments more, revelling in the pleasant melody leaving your smiling lips, the joyous expression persisting even after his hands ceased their motion, now resting comfortably over the curve of your waist. It was as though an inconspicuous force drew him to you, finding it laborious to remain detached from your form. The cake on his shirt be damned, he wrapped himself around you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck to inhale the scent of your body wash, pressing feathery pecks over the soft skin.

The corners of your lips curled upwards, sighing pleasantly at the gentle gesture as you smoothed your hands down his back, nuzzling your cheek into his clothed shoulder while the scent of musk and chocolate mingled in the air around you.

Settling in the tranquil stillness with Wooyoung, you could feel the taut, lean muscle lining his back beneath your palms, absorbing his comforting heat as you stood together. “How are you not cold?”

He smiled fondly at the slight lisp you spoke with, tucked so close to his body, his shoulder muffled your words. Pulling back, he placed a wet kiss to the tip of your nose when you’d whined about the sudden parting, and his hands reached for yours. He enveloped the icy digits within the warmth of his own, bringing them up to his mouth to blow hot air into the cocoon he’d created around your hands. Closing his fingers around yours completely, he hoped it’d contain the warmth of his breath, lowering them back down to peer at you through his eyelashes, a familiar glint in his eyes.

“What?” you questioned warily, one eyebrow raised and heat rushing through your body.

Despite his intense stare, his eyes — though slightly narrowed — remained soft, one hand leaving yours to smooth down the hair at the side of your head, the scent of chocolate surrounding you once again as he pressed his lips to your temple, the leftover sugary cream on his skin spreading over your cheekbone as he spoke.

“My sweet baby, let’s warm you up, yeah?”

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All plans to ravish you vanished as soon as your knees met the carpeted floor between his legs, hurried fingers tugging at his sweatpants, not allowing him the time to settle back down onto the couch cushions before a wet tongue swiped over the precum beading at his tip.

“Baby, you really don’t have to,” he muttered breathlessly, fingers carding through your hair, eager eyes watching your spit-soaked lips approaching his cock.

Looking up at him through your lashes, you wordlessly took his cockhead into your mouth, fluttering your eyes shut as you lowered yourself further down his length, grunts and choked moans reverberating in your ears and motivating you to carry on. He felt heavy on your tongue, the prominent vein lining his shaft throbbing in your mouth and bitter precum overwhelming your tastebuds. Wooyoung’s thighs tensed under your palms, and glancing up at him, you watched the turmoil his features portrayed, wanting you to move at your own pace, yet the burning want sizzling in his gut begged him to take what he wanted.

“Youngie,” a gentle mumble of his name was enough to drag him out of the battles crowding his mind, snapping his eyes down to your face with parted lips and stunted exhales. Dragging your mouth down his length, you watched as his gaze moved to take in the slow descent, then back up at the sound of your voice, “use me however you want, birthday boy.”

You flattened your tongue over underside of his cock, moving upwards to circle around his head, your exaggerated slurping breaking Wooyoung’s composure, the internal battles in his mind coming to a standstill as your warmth engulfed him, eyes beginning to roll back with every inch you took down the rough plane of your tongue. His hands shot up to hold your face, thumb caressing your cheekbones while he kept you in place, languidly rolling his hips into your mouth, head thrown back over the cushions behind him with burning arousal rushing through his body. You nuzzled your nose into the thick hairs at his base, and even as you gagged, your mind floated in ecstasy with every upward buck of Wooyoung’s hips.

“Fuck—‘m sorry darling, you feel so good,” he admired the skill in which you took his cock with lidded eyes, brows furrowed while he held you down until he felt the last of your oxygen warming the skin of his pelvis.

Wooyoung helped you off his length before you had the chance to tap on his thigh, chest heaving as he watched you regain your breath, his throbbing length coated in your spit and spurting translucent, sticky precum in anticipation. He followed the string of saliva connecting the tip of your tongue to his cockhead, swallowing dryly as his body lit up with all-consuming lust. Watching you suck in the air you’d lost, Wooyoung assumed he’d have more time to recover, to push down the hints of an orgasm come too soon, but the sudden fingers around his base offered him no reprieve. Small, firm tugs on the lower half of his cock built him up to an almost-high once again, his voice thinning — groans turned choked-up moans — and his hips involuntarily jerking into your fist.

“W-wait—baby, ‘m gonna cum, please—” he pleaded, but the small smile you tried to hide told him everything he needed to know: you weren’t planning on stopping. You wanted to hear him whimper and whine, watch him squirm and shiver under your touch until he’d dirtied his clothes with his own cum, until his cock could no longer handle the flaring stimulation. But Wooyoung had other plans, grabbing your wrist and sighing as you relaxed your fingers around his cock, shutting his eyes to bask in the calm before opening them once again to take in your dejected features. Too riled up to play your games, like a carnivorous fauna who’d been mercilessly starved for weeks, Wooyoung wanted to feast. “God, darling, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

You thought the couch would’ve been reserved for foreplay and playful teasing, but Wooyoung didn’t bother move to the comfort of your shared bed, simply lifting you off the ground and trapping you under him, the fingers tangled in the hair at your nape tugging your head back to bare your neck while blunt canines left imprints over the delicate skin. Wooyoung’s cock fit snugly between your walls, resting comfortably within your clenching heat while he ravished you, his body weight resting on your pelvis restricting your movement. It seemed as though the raw lust blazing in hooded eyes had dissipated completely, replaced by unwavering patience, gentle pecks and blooming bruises, a throbbing cock seated within your cunt with no plans of moving, of fucking you the way you’d yearned for.

“Youngie,” you whined, a high-pitched whisper that elicited a hum from the man biting into your shoulder. “Please move.”

A breathy chuckle blew over your skin, “I thought the birthday boy made the requests?”

Your expression fell, was it the embarrassment or dejection? Either or, you turned your head to face the backrest, the motion restricted by the hand in your hair, now easing its grip as Wooyoung noticed the flush spreading up from the collar of the flour-dusted sweatshirt he didn’t bother add to the pile of clothes haphazardly thrown over the carpet.

Redirecting back up to your jaw, he planted wet, open-mouthed kisses over its slope, gentle fingers on your chin guiding your gaze back to him. “Oh baby, I’m just kidding.”

His lips settled into an easy smile, soft fringe fanned over his forehead and shimmering beads of sweat forming over the slivers of skin peeking through. The abashment you’d felt faded upon meeting his eyes, void of any judgement, and full of unconditional infatuation. His lips landed onto yours while you were too busy admiring his features — a slow, deep kiss to match the leisure movement of his hips, the drag of his cock over your walls throwing gasoline into the fire burning in your gut. Arm hooking under your knee, he spread you open and laid himself over your lower half.

“What are you—”

“Moving,” a sly smirk paired with a sharp thrust into your welcoming heat, a groan left his parted lips while he watched you melt under his towering frame, the audible squelch of your pussy like music to his ears.

He didn’t give you time to process, elbows digging into the cushion on either side of your head as he built up to a mind-numbing pace, stuffing his cock inside you and revelling in the pleasure painting your features — eyes shut and mouth forming an ‘o’, unable to form coherent words, only a staccato of airy ah’s. His cock was relentless, repeatedly pressing into your sweet spot to light fireworks behind your eyelids, your hips rolling to meet his to create an echo of skin-on-skin between the four walls. The constant squeeze of your pussy around him, the sweet sounds leaving your lips, the firm hold you had around his biceps as he pistoned his hips into you with fervour — Wooyoung’s composure began faltering, and his desperation unveiled itself the deeper he fucked himself into your sopping cunt.

You were so wet, a frustrated whine reverberating in Wooyoung’s throat when he slipped out of you, hands trembling as he hurriedly pushed himself back into your fluttering hole, sighing in unison once your walls were once again moulded to his shape. He lowered himself atop you, his forearms easing some of his body weight off yours while he nuzzled back into your neck, grunts and breathy moans now much closer to your ear, much clearer, sending searing waves of heat straight down to your stretched core.

“So fucking perfect,” he muttered into your skin, “taking me so well, letting me use your cunt the way I want. Such a good girl for me,” he bit down on the column of your throat, feeling it vibrate with your moans as he built himself up to the brink of his orgasm, then slowing down to drag you there with him.

“Fuck, Woo, please—”

Your fingers found the hair at his crown and tugged, not to pull him off you, but to hear the whimpers sounding at the back of his throat. You were close too, so fucking close from the relentless abuse of your g-spot, Wooyoung’s cockhead pressing into it with every forceful thrust into your needy cunt while his pelvis continuously brushed against your swollen clit. The familiar fluttering didn’t go unnoticed, your pussy gripping Wooyoung with its every retreat, swallowing him back inside — inch by inch — with an exhale of relief.

“Close?”

It sounded more like a statement, but you nodded anyway, the hands on his shoulders sliding down his bare back to grip the warm flesh of his hips, desperately guiding them into your heat. The gesture, paired with the doe, sparking eyes you looked up at him with, the gentle tone of your voice as whispered pleads and repetitions of his name escaped your pouty lips, dragged Wooyoung over the edge, tumbling down the steep hill of his orgasm until his vision blurred with unshed tears. The rhythm he'd maintained broke, replaced by sloppy, frenzied thrusts into your dripping cunt, a thick ring of cream forming around his cock as he emptied inside you.

He twitched violently between your walls, and the sudden warmth spreading through your lower belly dragged you down that hill with Wooyoung. You clamped down around his length, halting the frantic pounding as he sheathed himself within your cunt, feeding thick ropes of white into your womb while he shuddered above you, unfiltered moans vibrating against the side of your neck.

It felt like you were still coming, even as Wooyoung used your cunt to milk out the last of his cum, heavy dollops streaming out of the stretched hole, your walls continued to flutter around him, thighs trembling at his side and under his palm. Even as he stretched your leg out for you, refusing to leave the comforting warmth of your cunt while he wrapped his arms around you and twisted you onto your sides, your mind still floated within a cloud of ecstasy.

Was it your orgasm, or was it just Wooyoung? His presence, the soft scent of his cologne and the chocolate in his hair creating a bubble of comfort around your resting frame, his warmth seeping into your skin and lighting your heart ablaze. Today was meant to be about him, celebrating him, but love laced itself into everything Wooyoung did, and he couldn’t help but give, even on a day on which he was meant to take.

“Thank you for today,” the words spoken into your hair were unexpected, and you lifted your head to meet dazed eyes.

“What?”

“The cake, and the dessert,” he smiled at the innuendo, leaning down to peck the tip of your scrunched nose. “Thank you for loving me.”

Dumbstruck, you stared up at the man with glassy eyes, tucking yourself back into his chest before he could question the tearful reception of his words. But Wooyoung only held you tighter, pressing a faint yet reassuring kiss over your hair while you sunk further into his arms. Warm. Even in the midst of winter, Wooyoung was warm.

With the fluffy blanket you’d laid over the backrest now wrapped around your bare figures, you rested within Wooyoung’s secure hold, sharing whispered confessions and hearty giggles while the sun started its descent from its locus. And as the sky shifted from blues to a vivid magenta, you endeavoured to maintain the smile stretching Wooyoung’s lips, to watch his lines around his mouth further deepen until this happiness forever etched itself onto his face.

The world continued to celebrate the first snow of the year — blankets of white now melting over the asphalt — but your focus remained elsewhere, too busy celebrating Wooyoung.

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[propertyofemilyprentiss]

HI I LOVE YOUR WRITING & CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS! 🥰

if i may, request from 💙 sparkling wine prompt #1: “is that my shirt?” / “you mean our shirt?” with reader wearing emily’s shirt around the house while she’s cooking dinner and emily comes home to find her in it?

THANK YOU SM!

A souvenir for the night

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Category: Fluff

Summary: Emily comes home to a cooked dinner and the sight of her girlfriend wearing her clothes.

TWs: implied smut

A/N: Thank you so much for the kind message and for the request! I really appreciate it <3

Word count: 1.4K

Sometimes, in the early mornings that weren’t disrupted by the duty calls of new cases, you had the luxury to bask into the morning sunlight and gaze at your girlfriend’s sleeping form and the peacefulness that engulfed her features. You had the opportunity to wake her up with little kisses and whispered words of affection, your heart always fluttering at the sleepy smile she gave you in response, which uncovered those perfect dimples. 

On the other occasions, you weren’t as lucky - between the delicate verge of dreamland and reality, your mind would be able to process Emily’s soft voice apologizing for her early departure alongside with how much she loved you and that she will be back as soon as possible. Then, you would just fall asleep again, waking up later to the empty bedside.

Today was one of those unfortunate times, a Saturday nonetheless, your eyes tracing along the silent room, the spot next to you showing lingering traces of the person you were already longing for. Sighing, you pulled the blanket away, the sudden contact with the cold air causing goosebumps to your skin. Stretching your stiffened muscles, you got up from the bed, spotting the thrown clothes on the floor from the night before with a small curl on your lips. 

It only took a couple of seconds before you picked up Emily’s oversized white shirt and a pair of fresh underwear, heading towards the bathroom for a long shower. You always loved staying in on the weekends - you could argue with anyone you knew that a cup of coffee, paired with a blanket and a good book on the couch was better than any other activity - even more so if you could rest against your girlfriend and read together. In her absence, your day wasn’t much different, but you would also make sure to send her messages throughout the day, probably writing one too many “I love you’s”.

However, the day got progressively better once you found out that the case that was going on was local, meaning that Emily will be coming home tonight. Giddily, you got out of bed, roaming through the kitchen in hope to find the necessary ingredients for dinner, her reaction a constant motivation to do anything for her. Really, you would give her the world if you could.

The rest of the day was filled with grocery shopping and apartment tidying, preparing the dining table with a clean white tablecloth and three vanilla-flavored candles in the middle, ready to be lighted up later. You didn’t bother to change into your clothes once you got back from the supermarket, tossing the jeans away and remaining once again in her oversized shirt. 

Soon, boredom caged you, knowing that Emily could well arrive at a decent hour or past midnight. You could only hope that it wasn’t going to be the second option today.

“Hey, love. Let me know when you’re out of work”, you texted her at some point, internally wishing that she would magically say that she’s already on her way.

“I will. I love you, mi amor”, she said back in a matter of minutes, and it made your heart sing whenever she would use those words for you. 

You were such a goner, you didn’t even bother to hide it.

”I love you too, Em”, you sent in a matter of seconds, knowing that she adored the nickname from the moment it fell from your lips.

Sighing again, you plopped on the couch with a blanket and a book, deciding that it was the only way to make the time pass faster in your girlfriend’s absence. And the moment she notified you that she was getting ready to leave, your heart rate picked up as you made your way to the kitchen, starting to prepare the pasta sauce.

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Twisting her keys into the front door, Emily was greeted by the smell of your cooking, a smile already tugging at her lips. Closing the door behind her, she hung her coat and got out of her boots, tossing her keys on the counter. The combination of her stomach churning and her heart fluttering caused an almost overwhelming excitement as she made her way to the kitchen.

”Honey? I’m home!”, her voice was like a melody, emphasizing on the last word.

She pauses in the doorway, her eyes widening slightly as she sees you in her shirt and bare legs, for a moment her mind going blank. You looked absolutely divine right now - it almost made her forget how to breathe properly. There was something so intimate and domestic about the sight of you in her clothes, stirring up a strange mix of emotions that she would gladly get used to.

“Say something, you idiot”, a small voice was yelling at her, but her voice just wouldn’t cooperate right now, only managing to let out a couple of mumbled words.

“Is that…my shirt?”.

You paused the stirring motion for a bit, turning towards her and enjoying that look of pure adoration on her face. It made you want to simply go and wear her clothes all the time. 

“You mean our shirt?”, your voice had a subtle teasing tone that didn’t go unnoticed, evident by the delicate shade of pink on her cheeks.

It was like your question short-circuited her brain again. Moving on autopilot, she walked further into the kitchen to join you, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck before settling her chin on your shoulder.

Silence.

”Earth to Emily?”, you couldn’t help but tease her more, resuming your attention to the hot pan of sauce on the stove. 

“Huh…? Yeah, I’m here”, her voice was whispery, like she was miles away, “it looks good on you”…so good that you’re going to be the death of me someday - she wanted to add, but kept it to her thoughts.

“Thank you, love”, you replied affectionately, somehow making her fall in love even more with you.

It was just impossible not to.

She plants a kiss to your shoulder, trailing it up to your neck, the feeling of her lips in contact with your skin causing you to unconsciously shiver in response. She tightens her grip around your waist, continuing the soft kisses on your neck until she hears a long sigh coming from your lips.

”Em, if you continue that, we won’t be eating anytime soon. And I made pappardelle bolognese…”, you whined a bit, not caring at all about the food at this moment, your senses all focused on her perfect lips.

And if she wasn’t starving right now, you would have already been in her arms on the way to the bedroom. It made her groan a bit, the sound of her comfort food bringing her back to reality.

”Fine…”, she pouted, resting her chin back on your shoulder, savoring the closeness of this scene instead. 

Maybe after.

She watched as you kept cooking, her heart doing those weird little flutters again. Here you were, making her favorite meal after a long day, wearing her clothes and looking unbelievably beautiful in the process. She must be dreaming.

”I love you”, she spoke softly, finding no other way to express her gratitude for your presence. For the way you always took care of her. For the way you lighted up her world from the moment your paths crossed. For the way you made her forget how loneliness feels like. For everything.

”I love you too”, you moved your head slightly to smile at her, and she immediately took the opportunity to kiss your lips this time.

The rest of the evening passed quickly, but in the coziness of your shared apartment, time seemed to stand still as you ate dinner at the candlelight table, the faint smell of vanilla bringing a soothing sense to the room. It was silent, but not the awkward one where you didn’t know what subject to bring up - it was a comforting one, in which you basked into the feeling that you were in the presence of each other. No words were needed.

And later that night, when both your clothes found their way back onto the bedroom floor, the rest of the world faded away, letting you be just two women that loved each other endlessly, forever and always.

[wintfleur]

omg heyyy, I’d love to read something of how they would react if Juliette, mat and Quinn are out on a date night, and then when they’re out they get swarmed by paps and they’re kind of taking up their personal space and Juliette starts getting anxious??🤍

ᥫ᭡ Lights, camera, acción!

﹕─┈ pairings ( Mat barzal x Leclerc f1 driver oc! x Quinn Hughes )

°. — details ( g; angsty. w; angst, the paps being fucking creeps. Mentions of the paps trying to see under Julie’s dress. wc; 2.2k )

au masterlist - everything for the AU is under #🍂 ͡ ꒱ Juliette Leclerc

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( hi lovely , tysm for sending in a request !! This is like the first fic I’ve really written for this au so I had so much fun !! So sorry it took so long to get out !! Hope you all enjoy it , and please let me know what you guys think !! )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( also !! I know this is a bit unrealistic because of the privacy laws and restrictions on professional photography in Monaco . . . but let’s just pretend those don’t exist for the sake of this fic please )

“We watched that last time” Quinn complained as he set down his glass of wine on the fine white tablecloth. The linen was so soft, softer than some blankets that he's slept on in the hotels he's stayed at, but he didn't expect anything less from the very nice restaurant Juliette had taken them too. 

He licked his lips, cleaning them of any remnants of the red wine that he knew wouldn't be able to pronounce correctly. What he did know was that his girlfriend sounded incredibly hot pronouncing it and he knew Mat felt the same way with how he bit his lip and adjusted in his seat, turning his attention towards the beautiful view of the sunset covered sky that they got from sitting on the patio. 

“So? Then we can watch the second one” Mat was quick to come up with a solution to their ongoing problem of picking a movie for tonight. Mat wanted to watch The Hangover again, Quinn didn't, and Julie was not going to get between them on this topic again. 

“What do you think sweetheart?” Mat turned his playful glare away from Quinn and to Juliette who had her elbow on the table, her chin in her palm as she watched the two playfully argue with a fond smile on her red lips, her own glass of wine long forgotten. 

“I think” Juliette leaned closer to the two as she spoke slowly, the chill air of Monaco giving her bare arms and legs goosebumps. She watched as both of their gazes fell to her cleavage, lingering on the necklace with their initials decorating her neck. She could tell by the way both of their breaths hitched that they thought she was going to turn there night towards a different direction. Julie gave them a teasing smirk as she continued “That I'm going to pick the movie tonight” 

“So, what you're saying is that we're watching twilight again?” Quinn teased with a smile as he leaned back in his chair, just itching to slip out of his whitebutton up shirt that Mat had picked out for him. Julie had a habit of watching the same group of movies depending on the time of the year and how she felt. And she was really feeling Edward Cullen as of late. 

“I'll even let you guys pick which one!” Julie giggled as she reached for her glass, taking a large sip of the expensive wine. Mat and Quinn could definitely tell that the wine was starting to get to her, she was far more giggly than usual. And with how she kept on nudging her stiletto foot against their leg, touchy as well. Two Telltale signs that she was tipsy. 

Mat and Quinn got lost in their own thoughts as they looked at their girlfriend who sat across from them, their thoughts very similar. Julie looked so ethereal under the fairy lights that hung across the patio, her smile and the look in her eyes were driving them crazy. They both desperately wanted to go home . . . or at least make it to the car. 

Quinn cleared his throat and turned the conversation into a different direction, he could see the look in Mat’s eyes, and they still had to wait for their desert to arrive, and mat wasn't one with patience. Julie slowly sipped on her wine as she listened to her boys talk, tilting her head to look out at the night sky with watchful eyes, just taking in the sweet moment of being with her lovers, in her home city. 

The sweet moment was ruined when she felt a cold chill run down her back, and it was like the calm air around them totally shifted into a tense and uncomfortable feeling. She felt like she was being watched. She looked back to Quinn and Mat who were smiling all lovey to each other, neither of them seems to have the same feeling she did. 

She sat up straight in her chair and quickly looked around the empty patio when she heard the subtle sound of a clicking. That anxiousness and fear started creeping up in her bones at the thought of them being watched, please not again. She cut off their conversation with her anxious tone “Did you hear that?” 

Mat and Quinn were quick to halt their conversation when they heard the desperation in her voice, a look of worry coming across both of their faces. Quinn was the first one to speak up while Mat reached across the table to rest his hand on Julie's trembling hand that rested on the table, caressing her soft skin with his thumb “No, what did you hear?” 

“I could have sworn I heard a camera click” Julie frowned as she looked behind her one more time, all she could see was the building next door and a little bit of the busy street. She couldn't see anything from the ground level. Quinn also looked around and he couldn't see much from where they sat “Maybe you misheard? 

Click!

The throuples heads all snapped towards the sound, Mat moved his hands from Quinn's thigh and Julie's hand and stood up from his chair and walked past the empty table next them to see over the protective railing. His eyes widen when he sees a man standing next to a light post on the street, a big black camera in his hands, pointed right at them. Mat clenched his fists as he hissed in anger “What the fuck” 

“Come on we're leaving” Quinn sighed as he stood up from his chair, holding his hand out to help Julie up. Julie was quick to get up and hold onto Quinn's arm, the world slightly spinning from her getting up so fast while being tipsy. Mat flips the man off before turning around and making his way back to the table, pulling his wallet out and leaving several bills on the table, not caring if he overpaid, it would be a nice tip. 

He followed them off the balcony and through the restaurant to the back exit that led to where her car was parked. Julie leaned against Quinn's side as he led them towards the door, mat was practically seething as he walked behind them, he hated how insensitive people were, it was disgusting how the paparazzi's treated Julie. 

Mat rested his hand on Quinn's lower back as he moved in front of them to open the door for them, he was angry, but he still made sure to smile at them both as they walked out of the door. Quinn could see the anger in mat’s eyes, and he could see the anxiety in Julie’s, he hated how such a good date night turned sour because some people were such fucking creeps. 

Quinn wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and she snuggled closer to him, his body warmth protecting her from the chill breeze of Monte Carlo. Mat quickened his steps so he could walk on the other side of Julie, his shoulders were tense as he kept on looking around them, hoping that his gut was wrong and that there weren't more paparazzi. 

They were quiet as they walked to the small car park, but the silence was quickly gone as they turned the corner to the car park. Julie let out a gasp of surprise and stepped back in shock at the loud shouts and flashes from the pictures being taken. Quinn was quick to gently pull Julie behind him, hiding her from the paparazzi that stood next to their car waiting for them. 

“Juliette! Juliette smile!” The paparazzi all screamed their names, shouting out questions and demands. The three of them knew better and kept their mouths closed, not giving them any attention that they desired. Julie winced and closed her eyes; every loud click and shouts made her flinch and move closer to Quinn who was leading her towards the car. 

Mat quickly pulled out the keys and unlocked the car for them to quickly get in, standing behind them protectively as the paparazzi's moved closer to them, they were surrounded, and mat was doing everything to hold back and not shove them away. Julie squeezed her eyes shut and trusted Quinn to lead her, her heart felt like it was going to shoot out of her chest. The flashing lights and the shouting made quick work to give her a headache, the wine in her bloodstream not helping. 

Quinn quickly opened the backseat door and helped Julie in the car while Mat got in the driver's seat. Quinn quickly stood behind her as she got in when he noticed one of the paparazzi crouching down, hoping to see up her dress. Quinn sent him a heated glare before getting in the backseat with her and closing the door. Mat quickly locked the doors and started the car. 

Julie slumped in the middle seat, leaning her head back with her eyes still closed as she tried to calm down. Quinn moved closer to her and softly brushed her hair out of her face, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her forehead as he whispered “It's okay honey, they can't get to us in here. Your safe” 

“Those fucking creeps, there lucky i didn't run them over” Mat hissed angrily with a scoff as he pulled out of the parking lot and into the streets. Quinn kisses Julie's forehead again as she cuddles into his side, Quinn says Mat's name in a calm town, wanting him to calm down before he gets too worked up. 

Mat lets out a heavy breath telling himself to calm down, he quickly looks in the rearview mirror and frowns when he sees the upset look on Julie's face, Quinn was playing with her trembling fingers, knowing that it would help calm her down. Mat asks softly, "Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I’m sorry that I ruined our date night” Julie murmured sadly, so quietly that Mat almost didn't hear her from the front seat, Ignoring her boyfriend's question. Juliette had terrible luck with the paparazzi, they never left her alone, to the point where she’s had to move twice from the fear of her being watched at her home. A fear that made her anxiety even worse. 

Mat’s heart broke at how dejected she sounded, and he wished he could just give her a big hug and kiss all her sadness away; he would make sure to do so when they got home. It hurt both of their hearts to hear those words coming out of her mouth, especially when it's definitely not her fault. Quinn frowned and continued to play with her hands and hair “it's not your fault angel, please don't say that” 

“Yeah, it's those assholes' faults, besides we have a whole lot of night left” Mat was quick to reassure her, they hated seeing her upset and sad. Mat made eye contact with Julie through the rearview mirror when she lifted her head from Quinn's chest. Mat sent her a flirtatious wink “And i know a lot of ways we can enjoy out night” 

A small chuckle leaves Julie’s lips at Mat’s flirting, he never failed to make her smile. Both of them smiled at the sound of her laughter, happy to have cheered her up. Quinn pressed a quick kiss to her temple before saying sweetly “There’s that pretty smile we missed so much” 

Julie felt her heart flutter as she tilted her head to look up at Quinn, he looked so handsome. He had some stubble from not shaving this morning, his longer hair was a little messy, and God that smile on his lips. Quinn looks down at her with a teasing smirk before glancing at mat “Awe look Shes blushing too” 

“Where did your dirty little mind go sweetheart?” Mat teased as he leaned back in the driver's seat, his right hand falling in his lap as he drove with one hand. He glanced at her through the rearview mirror as he continues to speak “I was talking about us cuddling on the couch watching twilight and eating some sweets” 

Quinn laughs along with Mat when Juliette lets out a loud groan at their teasing. She playfully pushed Quinn away, but he just grabbed her hands and pulled her closer, she was practically in his lap now. Quinn gently cupped her chin and pulled her into a soft kiss. Julie hummed and closed her eyes, her hand coming up to cup his jaw as the kiss got heated. Julie could taste the wine on his tongue, and she wanted more. 

Mat bit his lip to hold in his groan at the sight of the making out in the back of the car, having to stop himself from pressing hard on the gas to get home faster. Julie slowly pulled away from the kiss and sat back in her seat in the middle, crossing her arms over her chest with an embarrassed pout “I hate you both” 

“No, you don’t” Mat smiled as he pulled into the street that led to the apartment building where Julie's penthouse was located. Julie scooted forward in her seat, leaning forward between the driver and passengers' seat to place a quick kiss on his before falling back in her seat with a surprised squeal when mat suddenly drove over a bump, Quinn had grabbed her, and his look of worry turns into a smile at the giggle she let out. 

 “No, no i don't” 

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( this is so poorly written omg I’m gonna sob 💔 )

°. — taglist ( @lovings4turn @toasttt11 @cixrosie @ru-kru @alwaysclassyeagle @theopenlocker @lavisenri @callsignwidow @willowpains @winterbarnesblog @yoontwin )

©️WINTFLEUR

[chibinasuu]

Kid x Reader ― surprise; present

part of the cozy holidays event

🎁 ― anonymous tags: sfw (just a tiiinyy bit suggestive at the end), fluff, GN!reader, no use of y/n, established relationship, cw language (it's the kid pirates)

“Oi, Kid!” You shook the sleeping form of your Captain, “Wake the fuck up!”

He groaned in protest, refusing to open his eyes.

“Oh, come on!” You whined, shaking him more violently, “You promised you’d teach me how to ice skate today!”

“Alright, alright!” He finally conceded, throwing aside his blanket and reluctantly getting up, “Just shut up and let me get ready in peace.”

You grinned, reminding him to meet you on the deck in ten minutes, before rushing to the kitchen.

It was good that your Captain always skipped breakfast, because the kitchen and dining room of the Victoria Punk was currently in a state of chaos. 

Emma was mixing a huge bowl of red cake batter under Killer’s supervision, whilst the Commander himself was seasoning some ground meat for the filling of Kid’s favorite cabbage rolls. 

Dive was perched on Wire’s shoulders, hanging streamers from the ceiling all around the room. Quincy’s tongue stuck out as she concentrated on carefully painting elaborate letterings on a large white banner – it only said “HA” for now, but she had plenty of time to finish the rest of that sentence. 

The other members of the Kid Pirates were also busy with various tasks – wrapping presents, blowing up balloons, polishing the fancy silverware they got from their last loot, taking out the clean, non-blood-stained tablecloth. 

You nodded in satisfaction at the progress of the party preparation.

“You still here?” Heat scoffed, “Aren’t you supposed to keep Kid away from the ship?”

“Running a bit late – he literally wouldn’t budge when I woke him up.” You sighed, “But he’s up now. We’ll head off in a few minutes.”

“Don’t let him in here!” Papas yelled. 

“Well, duh!” You rolled your eyes, hand on the door handle, “I’m not stupid!”

You yanked the door open only to come face-to-face with the redhead himself.

“Kid!” You exclaimed, immediately shutting the door behind you before he could see anything. 

He stared at you with one eyebrow raised, “What’s with the commotion?”

“Oh, you know,” you shrugged, “The usual breakfast quarrel. Heat preferred hard-boiled eggs, Wire liked them soft-boiled, and now the rest of the crew are taking sides –yelling and throwing stuff at each other.” 

Kid only hummed in response, not at all suspicious of your lie since it was a likely occurrence on this ship. 

“Come on,” He offered his non-mechanical arm to you, “Let’s go then.”

You happily linked your arm with his, and off you both went ashore. Your heartbeat picked up in anticipation – it had been a while since you went on a date with Kid.

The Victoria Punk had been docked for a couple of days on this little winter island when Kid came upon the frozen lake in the middle of its woods. You had been on watch when he returned to the ship, immediately telling you all about his discovery. You had found it very endearing how he looked like a little child with that huge, excited grin as he rushed off to find his skates. 

It was never even cold enough for snow on his home island back in the South Blue, so it went without saying that Kid had never ice-skated until he entered the Grand Line and set foot on his first winter island. It wasn’t long until he found out that he had a natural aptitude for it, a fact he loved bragging about to the rest of the crew.

Yesterday, you watched with envy from the sidelines as Kid, Bubblegum, and UK raced a few laps around the lake. On the way back to the ship, you had begged Kid to teach you how to skate until he finally relented and said yes, which brought you to your date today. It also happened to be the perfect opportunity to get Kid off the ship for a few hours while the crew set up the surprise.

It was a short trek to the lake, and you shook in excitement when you caught sight of the smooth, glassy surface of the ice, shimmering with the blinding reflection of the morning sun. 

Kid dropped his bag on the snow-covered ground, crouching to rummage through it. He took out his own skates, a pair he made for you, and…

“I’m not wearing that fucking bowl on my head.” You looked disgustedly at the ugly metal thing that Kid was holding out to you.

“Yeah well, too bad, sweetheart.” He plopped the helmet on your head and tied the strap under your chin, “You’re wearing it, or I’m not teaching you how to skate.”

Kid then proceeded to help you put on your skates, making sure to double-knot the laces, before putting on his own. He then stood up easily, while your effort to get to your feet resulted in what probably would be a bruised bum.

The bastard had the audacity to laugh before pulling you up, guiding you to carefully step onto the icy lake. You wobbled at the slippery surface, knuckles turning white at how hard you were grasping Kid’s arms. 

“Relax, doll, I got you.” Kid’s unusually soft voice calmed your nerves, and you started to slowly loosen your iron grip. 

“There we go,” he grinned as he started skating backward, propelling you to go forward along with him. 

“Shit, Kid.” You panicked again, staring at the speed of which your blades were carving the ice, “Slow down!” 

“Hey, look at me!” He searched your eyes, “Keep your gaze straight.”

You met his amber eyes, and Kid smiled, “Good. Now, bend your knees a little for me.”

You did as he said, and when he started gliding again, you found it much easier to follow his movements.

The two of you skated across the lake – hands joined, eyes locked – until you finally felt like you got the hang of it. Kid seemed to sense your increased confidence too, because he smirked and asked, “Think you’re ready to try on your own? Or are you too much of a coward?” 

The thought of losing the tether of Kid’s hands daunted you, but like hell were you going to back down from his challenge.

You reluctantly let go of his hand, and Kid skated away from you – just a short distance away, but the gap between the two of you looked massive from where you stood, frozen to your spot. 

You hesitantly pushed the edge of your skate against the ice, just like Kid showed you, taking one tentative stroke, then another, and another.

He stealthily skated backward bit by bit, increasing the distance which you had to skate to reach him. 

“Kid, I’m doing it!” Your smile was so bright, Kid was afraid it would melt the ice and plunge you both into the freezing waters.

With one last broad stroke, you gained speed and flung yourself straight into Kid’s waiting arms. He caught you and lifted you a few inches from the ground, spinning you around in a dizzying twirl. You laughed in glee, holding on tight to him until the spin lost its momentum and he set you down onto the ice again. 

Kid rested his forehead against yours, “Not bad for a beginner.”

You both stood there in silence for a few moments, enjoying the warm rays streaming through the canopy of trees, and the birds singing softly overhead. 

You cleared your throat and called out his name, heat rising to your cheeks, “I, uh, got you something. For your birthday.”

You reached into the front pocket of your jeans and took out a simple metal bracelet with a single ruby embedded in the center. 

The craftsmanship was extremely shoddy – the edges uneven, the stone crooked. Kid immediately knew that you made the accessory with your own hands. 

You slightly pushed up the sleeve of your sweater to show the perfect bracelet Kid made you for your last birthday, crafted from the same material and inlaid all over with the blood-red gems. You rarely ever took it off, not even during showers.

You licked your lips nervously, the heat from your cheeks spreading to your entire face, “I wanted us to match.”

Kid took the bracelet from you and wordlessly slipped it onto his wrist. You waited with bated breath as he admired it glint under the sunlight. 

"I know it looks awful, you don't have to wear–"

“Thanks, love.” He interrupted you. He’d never admit it, and you pretended not to notice, but his voice sounded a bit choked up when he continued, “Best damn present I’ve ever got my whole life.”

His metal hand came to rest on your hip, while his other cupped your cheek. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a rare, tender kiss. 

You circled your arms around his neck, pulling him flush with you. The familiar press of your body made him groan, and his lips melded with yours more insistently, gaining a hunger that you were more used to feeling in Kid’s kisses.

You reached up to bury your hand in his crimson hair and pulled at the threads, tugging him closer. 

That was the moment your feet, still fairly unused to the skates, slipped under you. Your heart dropped and Kid’s eyes widened as you toppled backward, bringing him along with you. 

Your hand instinctively reached out in a desperate attempt to stop the fall and you felt something crack when it slammed onto the hard ice. Kid, thankfully, succeeded in planting both of his palms down, narrowly missing crushing you flat to the ground.

“Fuck, are you alright?!” Kid yelled as he helped you sit upright.

You winced at the sharp sting on your wrist, but nodded at him anyway, “I’m okay.”

You knocked on your helmet with your uninjured hand, laughing as the metallic bonk echoed throughout the area, “Good thing you had me put on this hideous thing, huh?”

Kid didn’t respond as he inspected your wrist with furrowed brows, “I think it’s sprained? Or broken? We need to get you back to the ship.”

The ship. Where the preparation for Kid’s surprise party was still in full swing. 

“Uh, you know what? I’m good. Can we just stay here for a little longer? I haven’t even finished a full lap around the lake yet–“

“Just let me take care of you for once, won’t you?”

You melted, unable to resist that look in his eyes, so earnest and caring despite his raised voice.

“Fine.” You finally answered with a sigh. 

It was fine. You just had to keep him out of the kitchen. Easy!

Not. 

The kitchen was exactly the very first place Kid marched to when you two arrived back at the ship.

“Whoa, why are we heading to the kitchen? The medical supplies are in the sick bay.”

“Killer keeps a first-aid kit in the kitchen, you know that.” He squinted his eyes, starting to get suspicious, “And it’s closer. The sick bay’s all the way across and down the deck.”

You stood in front of the door, blocking it. Your ears slightly picked up the rowdy voices inside that were definitely not expecting you and the Captain to return this early.

In a last-ditch attempt, you tried to put on a seductive look, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Wait, Kid.” You trailed your hand up his chest suggestively, “Why don’t we go back to your room and I’ll give you a proper birthday present, hmm?” 

“You’re being weird.” He scowled, “Step aside.”

When you didn’t make a move, Kid effortlessly picked you up by the waist and set you to the side, his hand reaching for the door handle.

“No!” You yelped as he slammed the door to the kitchen open.

Silence greeted you as the whole crew froze, pausing whatever they were doing and staring in shock at their Captain.

The cake was only half-decorated, with most of the frosting seemingly ending up on Emma’s face instead. The banner, still spread on the floor, now read “HAPPY BIRTHDAY K”, with a smudge on the “K” where Quincy’s brush slipped at Kid’s loud entrance. 

You cringed and glanced at Kid, whose eyes were wide as saucers, “Uh… Happy birthday, I guess?”

A cacophony of yelled-out happy birthdays started all at once, thirty voices chaotically overlapping with each other.

“Wow, you guys suck at surprises.”

A moment later, Kid doubled over in laughter and the crew let out the breaths they didn't know they'd been holding.

Kid ended up lending an extra hand to finish the rest of the preparations for his own party while Heat treated your sprained wrist.

Despite the rocky start, the festivities turned out to be a success, with everyone enjoying themselves immensely, especially the birthday boy himself. 

Kid absolutely refused a birthday song, though, so Hip and Reck busted out their electric guitars and played some of his favorite tunes instead.

The singing, dancing, and drinking went on all day and well into the night. And when some of the crew had started passing out drunk on the floor, Kid came over and whispered in your ear, “Now, about that proper birthday present…”

You dragged him out of there and into the Captain’s quarters without another word.

a/n: aksjldkj i didn't finish this in time to publish at the normal time i usually post, but it's still 10th Jan so happy birthday Kid!!!

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[babyangelsky]

The Love Sea special episode said Blue = 💙Love💙!

I already knew that Tongrak and Mahasamut were color and fabric coded boys in love and the special really hammered it in. It also pointed something out that's been in front of my face this whole time!

We begin the episode with Mut waking up in blue patterned sheets.

He's looking at his calendar (on which the date is highlighted in blue) because Tongrak is set to return soon and there's blue decor on the walls and Rak's textures are in the wall hanging beside the bed.

In fact, the blue and patterns and textures are all over their house! The patterned rugs offer texture by nature, there's some decorative wood that adds texture to the walls and blue photos, there's blue in the pattern Mut is wearing, a blue patterned pillow on Rak's desk chair. Even my favorite chismoso Palm is sporting a blue patterned shirt as he helps Mut clean before Rak's return home.

Even on Vivi and Mook! One of them is in a blue pattern and the other in a textured dress and there's blue in their matching necklaces!

But that's not even the best part because LOOK at what Tongrak is wearing!

A SOLID COLORED SHIRT WITH A BLUE PATTERN ON THE POCKET OVER HIS HEART! THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF THIS SHIRT:

Before, it was plainly obvious to literally everyone that Rak was in love with Mahasamut but Rak couldn't admit it to himself. He was still afraid and guarding his heart so there was a solid pocket on his blue striped shirt. But look at him now!

He's got his husband's patterns over his heart and he's kissing him hello after a month apart in front of Viviana and Mook and god and the ocean with zero hesitation.

AND THAT'S BARELY THE FIRST 15 MINUTES OF THE EPISODE! The blue and the patterns and textures just keep going!

Blue in the tag Rak gives Mut.

Blue patterns on their clothes and again on Palm.

Blue patterns in the pillows and texture in the blanket they rest on while they go to their romantic dinner.

Tongrak sleeping so peacefully absolutely surrounded by all the blue in their home.

Mut in his blue patterned shirt getting sent off to work with breakfast and a forehead kiss from his husband.

Blue patterns in the tablecloth and seat cushions at the dinner Mook forced them to attend after interrupting their pre-dinner appetizer.

A dinner which they promptly skip out on because they'd much rather eat each other instead, UNDER THE BLINDING BLUE JELLYFISH LIGHT OF LOVE!

And I've just gotta talk about this shirt.

Because Tongrak isn't just wearing a blue patterned shirt.

He's wearing the same blue patterned shirt Mahasamut was wearing when he left Tongrak's house and symbolically took the love that he'd confessed and that had been rejected with him.

There's no longer sad memories attached to that shirt! Only happy memories of Rak and Mut planning their future together and being so excited about it that neither of them can sleep!

And it's not only them who are bundled safely in the patterned blue of love!

Blue = 💙Love💙 and they've been telling us that since the finale aired!

[nadiajustbe]

"Oh I love Howl do much, I wish I had a room like his!"

I keep seeing this post all over the internet, with different people wanting to replicate Howl's infamous room. And, after years of asking and pleading for answers, here I am, ready to give you a full tutorial!

So, to have Howl's room you should:

Step one: Do not clean your room. Ever. Even If its 5x5 metres, don`t even try to clean it. Brooms aside, water is now our greatest enemy.

Step two: Let it fill itself with dust. Forget about wiping your surfaces with a tablecloth, this now illegal. Bonus points If you can't quite make out the original color of the blankets.

Step three: Trash it with stuff. The most un-wizardy stuff you can ever imagine. Empty packages, bottles from drinks, a lot of ballpoint pens casually laying here and there. Hide paper tissues in your sleeves so you could use them when you're dying from a cold and then left them on the floor. Yes, all of it. Just do it.

Step four: Spend minimum of two hours in the bathroom every morning, go wasting your time and buying strange, expensive thing right after that. This way you'll be too busy to even think about your room.

Step five: Find spiders in the corner of your room. Let them spread. Keep them as pets. Give them names of Shakespearian characters. Cheris them with all your heart...If you have one. Love them.

Congratulations! Now you have Howl's room, without buying anything on Amazon, just for free. Follow this simple steps and your dream will come true faster than you blink!

[maidscientistfindababy]

Niffty felt the bottom of the blanket and part of her dress near the leak turn wet. Baxter looked like he was going to vomit from the smell.

Niffty: I think it peed on me.

Baxter: I don't think it stopped there m'lady. We got to change it I think? It must have overfilled its diaper if it's leaking like that.

Niffty: Change it? Change it into what? We have nothing. No baby stuff.

Baxter carefully took the buddle out of Niffty's arms. He walked over to a clear spot on the ground and laid the bundle on the ground and finally freed the small, now fully fussing, imp from the buttery confinement.

Baxter: Well, Niffty.

Niffty: What?

Baxter: It's a girl. And whoever left her here is not going to return for her. Even if they attempted I would prevent it.

Baxter ran over to his desk and began searching.

Niffty: Why? What's wrong with it.

Baxter walked back over to the baby with a box of tissues and his trash can as Niffty nervously looked between Baxter and the crying baby.

Baxter: Nothing that I have observed yet. It's just clear whoever left here here was massively underprepared. I mean we are too but surely the parents had more time to prepare than us. She is wearing a shirt that almost fits you or me. Besides that, this blanket is clearly cut from some form of curtain or tablecloth. And it reeks of butter for some reason.

Baxter began trying to wipe away all the mess that had now traveled up the baby's back.

Niffty: She was in a popcorn bucket.

Baxter looked up at Niffty. She looked calmer than he was used to seeing his crazy-eyed gal. Almost sad but she still held that smile that was always present on her face. Baxter had caught on to her devotion to Alastor's belief that a person was never fully dressed without a smile. He knew this one wasn't real.

Niffty: I think she needs a bath.

Baxter: I think you are right. I will take her down to the kitchen and clean her. You should go change out of your soiled clothes as well Darling.

Baxter lifted the mostly wiped-off baby into his arms knowing that he was going to have to get changed after as well. As he walked out of the room he failed to see Niffty clean up the mess behind him before leaving to go change and shower.

[milkistay]

what STRAY KIDS would do on valentine’s day 

pairing. skz x gn!reader

format. headcanons

chan

fancy dinner date

something about chan gives the impression that he’d really like doing the whole Dressing Up And Going Out extravaganza for valentine’s day. white tablecloths, gold champagne, decorative red rose centerpiece; chan’s gaze on you, thick with adoration, illuminated by the candlelight; a small, special gift handed to you shyly. he giggles at the cheesiness of it all but you look incredible and he’s never been more in love.

minho

home date

you best believe minho has a whole menu planned for you. multiple courses. drinks. sides. desserts. you spend the early evening as the sous chef, handing him spices and wooden spoons while pressing quick kisses to his cheek (he smiles every time). it’s sickeningly domestic. the dinner tastes fantastic of course, but not better than how the blush on minho’s face looks when you pay him the nth compliment of the night. you end the date on the couch, holding each other close and playing stupid games to decide who cleans up (you clean up together anyway).

changbin

chill dinner date

changbin adores taking his loved ones out to restaurants. he’d love to pick a old favorite spot or somewhere new and spend the evening sharing dishes with you and talking about anything and everything in your lives. and by the end of the night, when you’re both full of pasta or sushi or samgyeopsal, you’ll walk home together and changbin, ever so the gentleman, will drape his jacket over your shoulders. he lies in bed later, smiling at all the photos he took of you.

hyunjin

museum date

typical of our sweet hyunjin to want to take you to a museum. the winter rain is drumming on the windows but you’re protected by the quiet serenity of the museum. hyunjin leads you from room to room, holding your hand, and stops in front of every piece depicting two lovers, whispering, “that looks like us,” with a smile. and you listen, happily, when he begins to give you an art history 101 lesson because his eyes light up so beautifully. and when you finally leave, you duck into a small ramen shop and warm up while hyunjin flips through the new art book you bought him at the gift shop.

jisung

café date

what’s sweeter than a cold, winter morning spent inside a café sipping warm drinks with jisung? doing all of that one valentine’s day! jisung insists on trying their holiday specials (just a normal latte but with heart sprinkles or iced tea dyed pink and red) as you claim a small table in the corner, nothing in the world to care about expect for the loved one in front of you. it’s cozy, it’s familiar, it’s jisung’s favorite morning of the whole month.

felix

picnic date

felix is ever so endearing when he packs a bag with lunch and drinks and desserts and finds a perfect spot at the park—just under the light scatter of shade from a nearby tree. he lays his head in your lap while you play with his hair and the sun peeks through the leaves, golden spots across his cheeks. he brings flowers and chocolates, of course, along with a heart-shaped card that’s filled with his handwritten notes on all the things he loves about you (he writes small and squeezes words in every space, but he still runs out of surface area). a perfect afternoon spent, in his professional opinion. 

seungmin

movie date

honestly, it doesn’t matter which movie you watch because you barely end up even watching it. instead, cuddled up under one blanket on the couch and sharing each other’s favorite snacks, you and seungmin can’t stop talking long enough to actually pay attention. you’re trading stupid jokes and bits of stories from your weeks. you tell him about how you saw your friends earlier, he tells you about the annoyingly difficult new choreography he has to learn, you tell him about the puppy stuffie you saw in a store that reminded you of him, he tells you about his mom calling him to wish you a happy early birthday and so on and on and on. you fall asleep to the soft hum of the movie and seungmin fiddling with your fingers mindlessly.

jeongin

beach date

unbeknownst to you, jeongin has been planning this for weeks. he carefully selected the perfect beach—secluded, with a breathtaking view of the sea and the shore—and packed a bag with blankets and your convenience store drink of choice. you spend the whole afternoon with your feet in the sand and jeongin’s arm around you, looking out at the horizon and babbling about anything. and then the sun sets, staining the clouds colors of pink and orange, and finally, the constellations return to black sky. under the safety of the night, you and jeongin spill everything—dreams, hopes, silly wishes, sillier fears—and wonder how two people can be so perfect for one another. 

[pothame]

thamepo color analysis loading....

i want to preface this by saying i'm not super well versed in how colors are used in bl so i might get something wrong/miss something and if i do please feel free to jump in and add on! (under the cut bc it's very long lmao) also i AM over analyzing and i'm sure not all of this is intentional but it's fun to think about nonetheless!

starting with episode 1 part 4 because that's what made me start this thought train. in po's flashback we see him giving earn the two sandwiches, but we also see a photo of the two, presumably from earlier in their relationship. po is wearing yellow and earn is wearing blue. earn's workspace is also covered in blue with a blue chair, a blue lamp, and the bookshelf painted blue. from the colors they're wearing in this scene alone we can tell a lot from the status/dynamic of their relationship at the time. earn is wearing a black and white shirt, indifferent to po and their relationship, but po has fully adopted earn's blue. he feeds his partner and cleans the kitchen in blue showing he puts more thought and care into their relationship than earn. po is also wearing blue in the flashback to the earnchop event where earn, again wearing greyscale, overlooks po in his thanks to. when earn suddenly leaves po is wearing brown/neutral colors, perhaps he was feeling less into the relationship, muddy feelings. it's hard to tell whether earn is wearing a black and white shirt or a shirt with blue on it but regardless the scene is bathed in yellow light - as is all of the flashback in the apartment - which makes the blue, earn's empty space, really stand out.

when we meet po in episode one, he's wearing a greenish brown shirt as he mentions how he gave up his career to help boost his ex, but he's over it now and can get back to work! (lying) he's obviously not over it yet. he goes to pick up one sandwich but gets given (and charged for) two, probably because the two had been together so long he became a regular at this sandwich truck. the whole area is lit in yellow, and his ex on the tv is still wearing black. in front of the logo he designed. and the sandwich guy goes on and on about how great this guy is, which proves earn never went to the sandwich shop because wouldn't the sandwich guy recognize him? wouldn't he be like hey isn't that your boyfriend that's so great! of course not. of course it was po alone.

po gets back to the apartment and there's so many decorations that are color coded. blue pillows and blanket on the yellow couch, blue curtains, a blue tablecloth, a yellow coffee table cover (it looks like there's some blue too but i think it's just the lighting bc it also makes the sandwich wrappers look blue), a yellow book, and a post-it/piece of stationary that is mostly blue with a small yellow corner next to their matching black and white mugs. you can also see two framed photos of them both wearing blue. it's warm and yellow inside the apartment, but cold and blue through the glass doors. po picks up a photo, he's in yellow and earn is in blue. you can see below a photo from probably the same day. he then picks up a photo in a blue frame of earn in either blue and pink or black and white, again it's hard to tell it may even be the shirt he broke up with po in, and po in all blue. this was probably taken in the honeymoon phase, especially if earn is wearing pink.

the next day we see him in bright blue putting blue folders in a box, probably packing up earn's stuff, and he picks up his phone in its blue case. it shows all over that he's not over earn. i don't know thai so i'm not sure about the calendar.

the first close up at the suit shop is of a blue measuring tape and a yellow measuring tape resting together on a suit situated on a mannequin, as well as a green tape under. obviously yellow + blue = green. the next close up is of fabric samples, mostly blue with one red and a few warm creams (aka yellow). po walks in to the job he took to support his ex wearing the blue that took over his life and still remains. the suit shop owner, uncle joei, is wearing a blue shirt with a blue tie that has yellow flowers on it. the shop is covered in blue fabric on top of warm wood with yellow lamps and yellow walls. you could say it's symbolic of earn taking over his life and causing him to give up his career for the time being. po even has a blue sticker at the center of his laptop.

with this much blue i honestly had a hard time deciphering what his color was during the trailer and my initial watch but baifern saves the day! at the interview she sets up for him po wears white, a blank slate, a new start. during the interview we see a flashback to po working at the shop and at the fanmeet, both wearing pink (guess who's wearing blue. that's right THAME). this was probably during a high point in his and earn's relationship or at a point where he felt very strongly for him. we see him editing the fanmeet footage in blue at the very blue very neat desk, this was probably before earnchop got started. back to the interview and we see warm po in this cold blue room. his clothes almost look yellow and i thought they were until i saw the clip outside the building again. in the flashback to studying with baifern, we see po in white again. my guy is starting fresh and leaving earn behind and we love to see it! his notes. still in blue. but! i'm choosing to ignore it<3

as po gets his id picture taken we can see more clearly that his outfit is white and i just have to have a little blorbo appreciation bc he's so cute and happy to have a new job back in a field that he loves

we meet new besties ming, wearing yellow, and tae, wearing blue (and a yellow handkerchief!). we also meet thame yay! he's wearing blue (denim) over a black hoodie and arguing with the ceo over his schedule. with the added context from episode 2 of how she persuaded him into a solo career as an attempt to save mars but then didn't allow him any creative freedom, the tension makes sense. we have the infamous sasaeng accusation and thame is very guarded and aware of what's going on around him, especially when it comes to things that could affect his group (hello leader love).

po goes to the sandwich stand in his all white fit ready for change and frowny face :( two sandwiches. the green lawn behind him is very prominent and there's a dark blue sky just above his head perhaps emphasizing that he is reminded of earn. however baifern saves the day again with a phone call and po says thame is cute even thought That was their first interaction (what is wrong with him [lovingly]).

the next outfit change we see for po is at the concert announcement where he's wearing a brown tshirt under a cream cardigan, hello muddy feelings. tae is wearing his yellow handkerchief again, over a brown tshirt this time, and ming is wearing blue (denim)! i don't think their colors really say anything, at least not now, but it's fun to see the color palette extend to side characters. thame enters the green room in black and white before taking the stage in all black. the group performance is primarily lit in blue light, and thame's solo performance is very golden.

during the interview and argument thame has changed back into his black and white outfit. these outfits are consistent throughout the remainder of episode one but let's mention the flashbacks. i already went over po's flashbacks but i forgot to mention the amount of blue in the apartment while they're (po is) working on earnchop's logo.

both people are wearing blue, and blue in general sticks out more than the yellow, like it's taking over. like earn was taking over po's professional life. we see po in all white at the shop working on the logo, waking up in blue after working on it all night, but then we get our first non-old-photo glimpse of po in yellow as he goes to the store to take care of something earn left for him in a (yellow) envelope with a (yellow) sticky note on it.

then thame hits po with his perspective and we see one of his memories. leaving his members while wearing black and white (i think for thame black and white/greyscale is him trying to distance himself emotionally from the group and feeling like he's doing what he has to do to protect it).

at po's very yellow desk, in contrast to the one at his apartment, we see him starting to pack up for the night, surrounded by the dark blue night sky visible through the large windows. after he calls baifern with a question about perspective, he tries to find thame to explain himself. we see thame on the roof, alone, shrouded in the blue of the sky. po runs past the yellow walls of the inside of the building before heading up the rooftop where he and thame have their first moment in the beginning of getting closer. while you can see the blue of the sky and the cityscape, you also see the green hedges. where blue and yellow meet. po says a line he swears isn't flirting and that's where episode one ends!

this ended up being WAYYY longer than i intended and i guess also part recap of the episode?😭 so i'm gonna cut it here and make a separate post for episode two. i'm not gonna reread this because it's 12:30 at night so it's probably kinda cringe at points but it is what it is, maybe i'll polish it tomorrow but probably not lmao

[redcatmusings]

~The Language of Love~

Prompt: Love Language

The soft rapping of rain against the window woke Lin from her rather peaceful sleep. As she turned to embrace the warmth of a body that should have been there, her eyes caught the clock on the wall while her arm met emptiness. It was far later in the day than her usual 6am rise, the darkened rain clouds having led her internal clock astray, which explained the absence in her bed. A soft, disappointed sigh escaped her lips as she rolled over and sat up into a stretch. Kuvira would already be at work and with the rain, Lin had little desire to run any errands. Probably for the best she thought, for last night they had decided to neglect chores in favour of expressing their love in more physical ways. A smile tugged at the corners of Lin’s lips as she recalled the evening’s events, making every bit of today’s cleanup worth it; though her brows furrowed in disappointment that Kuvira had not woken her before leaving. Slipping a white tank top over her head and tying the strings on her pants, Lin glanced at the photo of her retirement from RC Police Force. She had little doubt that Mako would do a good job of keeping the Force strong and unified; especially with Kuvira at his side. Lin walked into the living room on her way to the kitchen to grab some coffee before starting the cleanup effort.

What greeted Lin was a much different image than she expected. The clothing they had discarded in haste last night now lay in a basket destined for the laundry. The clean clothes previously occupying the basket were now folded on the edge of the sofa, uniforms and dress shirts ironed and hanging from a hook on the door. Couch blankets were also neatly folded and placed along the back while the pillows had been straightened up.

As Lin made her way to the kitchen, she passed the washroom and peeked her head in, curious to see if Kuvira had addressed the mess they’d made here. Sure enough, she had. The towels were hung to dry. The mirror no longer had a steamy handprint on it and the shower curtain they had pulled the edges loose of, had been replaced.

Moving on to the kitchen, Lin was greeted with another surprise sight. At the table was today’s newspaper neatly folded, the vase with an array of colourful flowers placed back at the center with the tablecloth evenly covering the wooden table. This wasn’t how they had left it previously, flowers pushed aside, tablecloth balled up in Kuvira’s hands as Lin leaned into her lover’s embrace.

At the far end of the kitchen on the counter rested a cup next to the coffee, accompanied by a note being held down by it. Lin’s green eyes scanned over the note written in a the most beautiful cursive; something only a skilled and attentive hand could muster. She takes as much care with her writing as she does with pleasuring her partners, Lin thought to herself.

My Stubborn Ox,

I dare not wake you from your blissful slumber.

I apologize for not being there when you wake,

but I hope you have a relaxing day all the same.

I’ve gone ahead and done a few chores before work

so the place isn’t such a disaster.

Love Your Metal Rose

A warmth engulfed Lin’s heart as she looked up from the note. Kuvira may not be here, but love was there, in all the little details. Everywhere she looked were little ‘I love yous.’ From the clothes that had been ironed, hung or folded in the way she preferred, to the dishes that now laid clean and drying in the rack. They accentuated her current lonely presence while embracing her in the promise of love’s return home. The thoughtfulness spoke to Lin’s heart in ways words never could and Kuvira knew this. To be at the forefront of her lover’s thoughts as Kuvira was in hers, made Lin’s heart fill with joy and longing. She made a slight scoffing sound through a smile as she folded her arms across her chest. Once the coffee was ready Lin filled her Chief Baefong mug, a standing joke with the RC Force, and took a seat at the table; flipping open the newspaper. “I love you too, my Metal Rose.” She said, as she took a sip of her coffee and began to read the news.

Meanwhile, as the rain softly connected with the windows of the RC Police Force, Kuvira sat at her desk for lunch amidst piles of paperwork. Nearby Bolin could be heard defending his new employment to Mako, claiming this time he had found his calling. Here we go again Kuvira thought, as the two brothers drew closer and she opened up her lunch. Inside was the array of crackers and cheese she had prepared along with some cut fruit. However, it appeared something else had been tucked inside the lunch bag. Kuvira reached in and produced two tickets to a theatre dance she had her eye on. Bolin leaned over her shoulder with Mako a few steps behind.

“Oooh, what’s that?” Bolin inquired while Mako brought the palm of his hand to his face.

“That’s love Bolin. True love.” Kuvira replied with a smile.

[annwrites]

⸻ birthday. ⸻

· pairing: chainsaw angus x lilsister!reader · type: one-shot (collection) · summary: you & angus celebrate your birthday, until you have an accident & ignite his rage. · tw: domestic violence, gaslighting · word count: 1,138

Today is your birthday. You don't consider it a special day. Not anymore. Maybe you did when you were little—for the first few years of your young life—but now it's just like any other day.

You spend the day cleaning like always, running through your normal routine while Angus is off at the lab. Or elsewhere.

He didn't tell you where he was going this morning.

You hadn't asked.

You wonder sometimes which he prefers: you showing interest, so he can feel like he's important to you for more than just your survival—even if he's the thing that's slowly killing you—or seeming indifferent; your nose kept out of his business. Literal or otherwise.

That evening, Angus returns to the smell of lasagna wafting through the house. He finds you on the couch, reading a mass-market paperback, a throw-blanket resting over your legs and lap.

He extends a hand toward you, the other hidden behind his back. "Here."

You reach up, smiling, gently taking the plush object from his grip: a cheap brown teddy bear, that's holding a red heart, which says 'Happy Birthday!' in white thread. You try to imagine him walking through a store with it in-hand and fight back the urge to laugh at such an image.

You hug it to your chest, staring up at him, your cheeks now flushed. "Thank you. I love it."

He jerks his head in the direction of the kitchen. "C'mon. One more thing."

Your brows furrow. "The lasagna is still cooling. I just took it out."

He shakes his head, reaching down, taking your hand, your teddy falling onto the floor. "Not about that."

You rise from the couch, tossing your blanket aside, looking back over your shoulder at your forgotten gift as he pulls you in another direction, feeling sorry that this is the little guys new home.

You promise yourself mentally that you'll take good care of him.

You're currently seated at the dining-room table that's positioned in the middle of the kitchen, the oak-wood surface gleaming against the overhead light. The tablecloth is currently in the dryer. You'd forgotten to pull it out earlier. You still have placemats, though.

Angus sets a single cupcake—with light-pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles atop it—down in front of you, a single candle stuck in the middle.

Now you know what he'd been hiding.

You release a breath of relief then.

He walks over to the junk drawer, retrieving a lighter, a flame sparking to life as he lights the wick.

You lean forward, softly blowing, and it fizzles out.

You look back to Angus, who's currently leaned back against the stove, his arms crossed.

"What'd you wish for?"

You give him a pleasant lie, hoping he can't tell that it is one.

"I already have everything I want."

He nods, just once. "Let's eat."

The two of you dine in silence, your cupcake sitting in the middle of the table.

You're saving it for dessert.

You'd offered to split it with Angus once the two of you were done, but he'd said he'd gotten it for you to have.

He'd let you use the fine China for dinner tonight that had come from your grandmother. It was one of the things he took from the old house when the bank repo'd it after your dad's 'suicide'.

You're very careful not to leave a single scratch on the porcelain.

Once dinner is through, you forgo putting the plates in the dishwasher, instead choosing to hand-wash them with a soft sponge instead.

Once they're clean and dry, you turn around to return them to their home in their specific cupboard across the room, but you trip over Angus' foot.

You fall, and they shatter.

You stare in horror at the ruined dishes, beginning to shake. "I—I'm so sorry."

You scramble to begin picking them up, your lasagna likely to make a reapperance.

He loudly scoots his chair back and you flinch.

He kneels down, quickly grabbing you by the hair at the back of your head, staring into your terror-filled eyes. "Do you have any fucking idea how much those were worth?"

You blink up at him, still on your hands and knees. "I didn't... I didn't mean to. Your foot—I tripped."

He raises a brow, his nostrils flaring, pulling harder against your scalp. "Are you trying to make this my fault?"

You begin vehemently shaking your head. "No, no, of course not. It was an accident. I...maybe I can try to super-glue them back together? The big pieces."

He grabs your face in his free hand, squeezing your cheeks so hard you're afraid he'll break your temporomandibular joint. You won't be eating again for some time if he does, you suppose. Not solid foods, at least.

He won't be spoon-feeding you, that's for certain.

He sneers. "They can't be fucking fixed. I should've known better than to let you near them. You break everything you touch."

A quiet sob escapes your lips.

"I'm so sorry," you say, choking back tears.

"Stop fucking crying!" He shouts, shaking you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing it away. Hoping that when you open them again, he'll have disappeared.

Finally, he tosses you to the side.

He grabs your cupcake from the table, throwing it onto the floor.

Now you'll have to mop again.

There goes your dessert.

Along with your perfect night.

And your birthday celebrations, no matter how small.

"Clean it up," he spits, stalking out of the room.

He looks to the table over his shoulder. "And put the goddamn tablecloth back. Don't need you scratching it up and ruining it, too."

Once the kitchen has been tended to, and you feel numb instead of like all your nerves are frayed—you'd cried yourself to the point of exhaustion—you find the living room empty.

His car isn't out front anymore.

And your teddy's head is lying across the room, stuffing protruding from its neck.

You pick up its body, and its head, going into the bedroom.

You'd stuck yourself more than once, and it looks a little funny—you're no seamstress—but you'd managed to put him back together again.

You'd sung yourself a nursery rhyme while fixing him. That one about an egg.

It never did say that's what he was in the song.

You hide your new friend away beneath your secret floorboard that Angus doesn't know about—the one beneath the rug under the bedframe—and suddenly don't feel so lonely.

Now you're both trapped in darkness you can't ever escape. Broken things that've had to be mended. Neither of you quite the same after being 'repaired'. Pieces of you missing afterwards that you can't properly fit back inside.

At least you'll suffer together.

Happy birthday, you whisper to yourself.

[morulezopelforever]

The Congressman and the Sea

After cluttering up AO3 with fics on #maurice, #call me by your name and #and then we danced I have now launched my first Fellow Travelers fic. Click on the link below and learn about Hawk's life after his divorce from Lucy and the memories that haunt him.

Here are some tidbits to tickle your tastebuds. Let's face it, we all love Hawk (though not always) and dear, adorable Skippy.

(Chapter 1)

On another occasion I said: ‘I’ll serve at the State Department until they get me a position overseas, and when I’ve sat that out I’ll quit and remain in the country where I was sent so that I can eat and drink whatever I want and fuck whomever I want with no one interfering.’

‘Can I come too?’ he asked, his sweet brown eyes full of light. ‘Please?’

He was my junior by ten years, his hair was shiny and dark-brown and he had an elegant, noble nose and the whitest of teeth. No girl would ever deign to look at such a plain-looking creature, but I  always saw beauty and extravagance where other humans didn’t.

I stroked his stubbled cheeks and kissed him. ‘No, dear, but of course you can come and visit. It’ll be fun.’

I’ll never forget the sad look he gave me then, the feel of his soft skin when he settled his head against my shoulder. My dear Skippy.

(Chapter 2)

The sand of Rehoboth Beach was so clean when Skippy and I had a stroll there. He had rolled up his pants and ran in and out of the surf uttering cries of delight. He picked up sea shells, stuffed them into his pockets and when he found a conch he held it to his ear.

‘Hello?’ he cried, drawing from his cigarette as if he were making a call at his office desk. ‘Is that you, Senator Hawk…What…? A weekend on your yacht in Acapulco…? Oh, that sounds swell…What, am I to bring my missus too? Now listen, Senator, I’ll leave her at home and then I’ll be all yours…Put your wife ashore in San Diego, will you? She won’t want for anything there, the place is full of muscular sailors and…Hello…? Senator, don’t hang up on me, please, faith and begorrah, aren’t you the fair prince awaiting me beyond the green hills of County Kerry…? Damn it, the line just went dead!’

He flung the conch into the sea while I stood there shaking with laughter. He was full of light and air, so beautiful, so young, and my fingers trembled when I snapped pictures of him.

(Chapter 3)

The apartment on Nineteenth Street had  large windows granting a breath-taking view of the Constitution Gardens. I spent many nights there claiming to Lucy that I was often too busy to commute all the way home or whenever I was out late anyway attending parties or dinners.

There was a large double mattress on the living room floor. The refrigerator and the gas stove in the kitchen still worked. The telephone had long been disconnected.

Tim gasped with joy when he entered the place for the first time. He loved the romantic, dark wallpaper and the teak floors. ‘I want to live here!’ he cried, which made us both laugh.

He soon turned the somber apartment into a home, dragging in bunches of flowers and putting them in Auntie’s crystal vases and spraying lavender or verbena scent onto the musty blankets.

We found a gramophone and some old records in a closet, and so we had music when we sat on the floor talking, smoking and sipping bourbon.

And, good God, his years of training as a boy scout and a soldier had made him into a chef. He fried steaks, sautéed potatoes in olive oil and garlic and whipped up the most extravagant salad dressings with fresh herbs, Dijon mustard and many things more. I provided the wine.

We dined on the floor using an old curtain for a tablecloth. The ceiling lights still worked, but he would never turn them on, also because he understood that no one should see from outside that this place was frequently used. He stuffed candles into empty bottles and lit them.

We were a couple in love, feeding one another tidbits and kissing every minute, with me pumping wine from my mouth into his and receiving dollops of chewed potato or haricots verts in return.

[nagaficat]

[ Dandelion ]

He’d taken his chances and calculated wisely.

After all, dandelions were soft to the touch at normal size– was he to expect otherwise simply because he’d been shrunken?

(That would be foolish. Obviously, he could expect more comfort resting atop one whilst the size of an ant.)

Linhardt was quite stellar at math. That said, when it came to comfortable naps, he was more likely than normal to skew the numbers.

That’s how he was one moment atop a dandelion asleep and the next on the ground, wondering where in the world he was. Lucky for him, in this state of confusion and disorientation, there was... (He blinks.)

...Professor Deirdre.

“Oh...” Another moment passes before he calls out, “Hello Professor. Mind helping me up?”

// (i have no idea if deirdre still needs this but I AM A MAN OF MY WORD!!!!!)

Deirdre rushes to Linhardt's side the moment she sees the stem of the dandelion begin to bow and a person roll out onto the grass. She is used to finding him asleep in unusual places but he could be hurt!

Fortunately, he seems quite calm as he wakes. She reaches her hand down to help him up, allowing their vine collars to bloom with new flowers, and gives him a glance over to check for any injury. He seems to be alright but her brow still creases with worry.

"My lord, are you alright? I am sure we can find you someplace safer to rest. There is a fairy ring not too far away that seems to be rather quiet. And I am sure the mice would not mind if I borrowed a clean tablecloth for you to use as a blanket. Would you like me to walk with you?"

[moira-shears]

In the Arms of her Hero

On a rare day that neither Cloud nor Tifa was working, and the crack of dawn was upon her, Tifa began to feel tired as she cleaned the bar with a tablecloth. Not only that, but she started to feel a little warm as well, but thought little of it and went back to work immediately. Before putting the cloth down, she felt a pair of large, strong arms gently curl around her abdomen. Looking up, she saw that the one holding her was also the one to whom her heart belonged, the man who loved her more than life itself, her husband, Cloud Strife.

It took Tifa a moment to process what was going on before she surrendered to Cloud’s loving kiss and relaxed in his arms. She did this by leaning back into him whilst his body warmth cascaded around her like a childhood blanket on a cold night. It was then that Cloud’s grip on her slightly tightened before he reached one hand up to her forehead.

“Tifa, you're burning up,” Cloud said, his voice filled with worry, “Why don’t you lie down a little?”

“Cloud, I feel fine,” Tifa said, “Just a little achy, that’s all,”

“Are you sure?” Cloud asked, “You’ve been working way too hard lately, are you sure you aren’t sick from the stress of all of it?”

“Alright, I feel a little tired as well,” Tifa admitted, “I think it’s the kids’ flu.”

“Oh, I’ll take a lie down with you,” Cloud said, stroking her warm cheek softly. Cloud walked Tifa into the living room where they quietly sat on the couch, with some pillows and a blanket. There Cloud quietly held Tifa in his arms and let her rest her head on his chest. As he stroked her back more, she gave a smile and nuzzled further in his arms.

“Would you like me to get you something?” Cloud asked.

“Some Wutaian green tea, please,” Tifa said. Cloud only gave a nod before he kissed Tifa’s forehead and got up into the kitchen where the kettle was boiled and two cups were laid out, with the bags in place. After pouring them, Cloud quickly got himself some cereal which he ate quickly before discarding the bags from the mugs.

Cloud sat on the couch with Tifa after passing her a cup. Together they both drank and watched the morning news on television, on which someone interviewed a physician about the current outbreak of the seasonal flu which, according to the physician, wasn’t anything to be alarmed about. Common symptoms of this flu consisted of mostly the typical symptoms, with some occasional nausea in adults, and lasted up to two weeks in some cases. Recommendations from the physician included that the patient not be involved in an activity too stressful and take time to get plenty of rest, and have medicine and warm drinks and meals.

“Tifa, I think it’s best you take a break for a while,” Cloud said, “At least until you get better…”

“Cloud, I…” Tifa hesitated for a long while before giving in to Cloud’s plea, “Yeah, you’re right. I could pass it on to someone else. What about you, Cloud?”

“I’ll reduce deliveries,” Cloud said, “I’ll only do ones on this continent.”

“Cloud, are you sure?” Tifa asked.

Cloud silently nodded and switched to a different channel. The channel however was changed again immediately due to a program showing an explicit surgery on the abdomen, one which neither appealed to Cloud nor Tifa.

They then switched to the kid's channel which was playing a funny old puppet movie about a moogle knight who embarked on an epic quest on his noble chocobo, Choco to save his princess Luna from the fire-breathing dragon that guarded the tower. Cloud and Tifa both laughed at this whilst feelings of nostalgia flooded their minds. Bravely, Sir Mog raised his sword against the dragon and faced him. With one slash, the dragon screamed dramatically before it fell, and Mog ran up the tower to the chambers of Princess Luna. With a kiss to show his love for the princess, the two were married a frame later and they lived happily ever after. Cloud and Tifa were laughing the entire time.

“I didn’t expect them to be playing something as old as Sir Mog and Choco’s Quest,” Tifa laughed, “It really brings back memories.”

Cloud nodded in agreement, “I believe I had the DVD for it back in the day. I wonder if we still have it… Maybe we could get the kids to watch it themselves.”

“Don’t you think they’re a bit old for it?” Tifa asked.

“Tifa…” Cloud said, “We’re in our twenties, aren’t we? Why were we still watching it?”

Tifa laughed, “Cloud, I was only joking,” she said. Cloud laugh himself before they once again changed the channel to a relaxing nature documentary. In it, the narrator spoke with a soft, kindhearted voice as he spoke about a pair of giant Waitain tortoises to the viewer. Both husband and wife were hooked onto this channel and continued to watch the endeavours of the tortoises unfold. The presenter reminded Tifa of her master Zangan in a way, with a similar personality and way of speaking. Eventually, when the presenter went on to a different animal, Cloud and Tifa both felt a sense of warmth inside themselves. The tortoises had found their way back to their family and thus were reunited.

“That was a lovely ending,” Cloud said, before not getting a response, “Tifa…?”

In his arms, Tifa who had finished her tea lay asleep in Cloud’s arms, breathing softly. After turning the television off, Cloud held Tifa closer before he picked her up in his arms, the same way he had many times before and carried her upstairs to their bedroom. There, he moved aside a sheet before laying Tifa down and tucking her in. Before leaving, Cloud kissed Tifa on the forehead and gave her a word of affirmation.

“Tifa, I’ll love you no matter what,” Cloud said before kissing her head again.

Whilst Tifa rested, Cloud sped down to the shops where he picked up some medicine for Tifa as well as the supplies needed. When he arrived and put them down on the table, Cloud gathered some cold and flu tablets which he brought up with a glass of water.

In their room, Tifa had only just called out Cloud’s name before she’d summoned him in. As her husband sat next to her, he passed the tablets and water. She quickly gulped down with a ‘thank you’ for Cloud, as well as another kiss.

“I was out shopping,” Cloud said, “These should make you feel better,”

“Thank you again, Cloud,” Tifa said. Suddenly, without apparent reason, Tifa started to cry, causing Cloud to hug and soothe her.

“There, Tifa,” Cloud said, “I’m not going anywhere. Do you want to have lunch?”

Tifa shook her head and Cloud briefly got up to grab a book before he sat down again. Holding Tifa he held the book wide open, but, before Cloud could read a word from it, Tifa started to shiver, causing Cloud to kick off his shoes and get under the blanket with her.

“Better?” Cloud asked. Tifa nodded with a small sigh, as she made herself comfortable in Cloud’s strong arms. Before he started to read to her, Cloud gave Tifa a small pat behind her neck and ears. Whilst he read, Cloud’s voice gave off a low, soothing tone which Tifa almost felt as he read the story of a dark knight who had just been fired from his position as captain of his fleet after questioning his king’s orders, recently carried out. This man reminded Cloud of himself, for the knight also had a childhood friend named after a flower. The man, however, could never love her due to his status as a dark knight. It was a tragic beginning, Cloud and Tifa both thought, and it would only become more tragic from there when the knight tried to redeem himself for the king, by burning down a nearby village. Eventually, when the chapter ended, Cloud found Tifa asleep in his arms, breathing quietly. Having woken up early himself, Cloud too began to sleep, the book set aside. His free hand joined around Tifa, causing her to snuggle closer, and Cloud relaxed.

Quietly, they both slept, though Cloud could feel Tifa’s warm body growing hotter, yet she shivered still. They held that position for a long time until eventually, a knock came on the door. Cloud did not get up to answer, instead, the door opened from the other side.

“Good morning, Cloud, good morning, Tifa,” Marlene said, “Why are you both dressed?”

Cloud lazily woke up and saw Marlene looking up at him with her cute gaze.

“Good morning, Marlene,” he said, “We both got up earlier, but went back to bed. Tifa’s not feeling well, she thinks it was the flu you had. How are you doing this morning?”

“I’m all better!” Marlene said, “When are you two going to get up?”

“Whenever Tifa’s up for it,” Cloud said, “Oh, and by the way, we’d watched a film called Sir Mog and Choco’s Quest. Have you ever heard of it?”

“Yes, I love that movie!” Marlene said, enthusiastically, “I watched it at Daddy’s place once.”

“It was on this morning,” Cloud said, “We thought you and Denzel might like it.”

After this encounter, Marlene quietly left the room and Cloud was left with a sleeping Tifa, whose cheek he gently caressed before he slept again.

Waking again, Cloud looked down to see that his wife was still asleep before fluttering her eyes open and bringing her hand up to her husband’s cheek. There, the couple kissed again before this time, they both got themselves out of bed and downstairs where they went about their day and had lunch together.

That night, though Tifa still cooked dinner, it was only a light one. When they went to sleep that night, though Cloud did not read to her, he held her gently in his arms before giving her a kiss goodnight. It was not a good sleep for Tifa, however. She woke up at three in the morning with a cough. This woke Cloud up, and as he saw her cough, he stroked her cheek and cuddled her.

“Tifa, let me get you some medicine,” Cloud said, “I’ll only be a minute.”

Cloud gave his wife a kiss before he got up and went downstairs. He came back up with a pair of tablets and a glass of water and Tifa thanked Cloud. After a gulp of both pills and water, the couple went back to sleep again. Tifa slept only a couple hours more before waking up with a cry and shiver. Once again, Cloud put his arms around her and gave her back a pat, before shushing her off to sleep again.

In her heart, Tifa felt for sure of one thing: Cloud would protect her from anything; their promise made underneath the starry night sky was one that knew no boundaries, not even sickness. Cloud was more than a husband to Tifa, he was her hero, ever since their night under the stars, and his heart that beat for her only reinforced that statement. Eventually, she was calm enough to sleep again, and his body warmth comforted her.

Eventually, she gave up on sleeping after seven and made her way down to the bar where she had some cereal. She ate slowly due to her sickness numbing her hunger, however. A loud cough was what summoned Cloud to her side, and joined her. There, they drank some Wutaian green tea, before Cloud stood up again.

“Tifa, I’ll be going in a few minutes,” Cloud said, “Rember on the news. The physician advised against stressful activities.”

“Alright, Cloud,” Tifa said, “Let me just make you something.”

“Thank you, Tifa,” Cloud said, kissing his wife’s cheek. After having a meal made, Cloud drove away on Fenrir, and Tifa was left by herself for the day, sorting out ingredients for the menu and throwing out food that had expired. Her symptoms began to worsen, with more frequent coughing and sneezing, as well as muscle aches. Her skin was more sensitive too, and when Marlene tried to hug her, she started to ache as soon as her daughter touched her. Together with Denzel, Marlene soon left the bar to go to school, and Tifa could relax. The day was nothing but a bore for the fighter who did nothing but watch television until she received a text message from Yuffie.

‘Hey, Tifa! Cloud’s in Wutai at the moment - told me you were sick, that sucks! But hey, don’t worry, I’m an expert! I was a nurse who treated patients in Wutai with geostigma, did you know? Anyway, Cloud stopped by my place and I made him something to give to you. You may need to heat it up in the microwave when he gets home, but it should do the trick. Oh, and I’m glad you liked that tea I gave you.’

Before Tifa could reply, there was another message: ‘P.S. I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer!’ from it, Tifa cancelled her reply and instead sent her a simple thank you. This acted as a reminder to Tifa to take her medicine with a glass of water. After this, she opted out of lunch, due to her loss of appetite. At around three, not only did Marlene and Denzel come back, but also Cloud who led the children inside and kissed his wife’s lips.

“Cloud, I thought you were only going around Edge!” Tifa said, “What were you doing in Wutai? And what’s that in your hand?”

“Yuffie gave me something that would make you feel better,” Cloud said, “Here!”

Cloud passed Tifa a warm thermos with a spoon, and lead her to the couch. When opening the container, a cloud of steam was emitted and flew up into Tifa’s nostrils, giving off the distinct smell of chicken soup, a welcoming scent to Tifa.

“Smells good,” Tifa said, “Did Yuffie make this all by herself?”

“I helped a little,” Cloud said, “I was surprised to learn that Yuffie could cook. This should help your symptoms a little bit. I’ll just be upstairs for a minute.”

Again, Cloud kissed Tifa on the head, whilst Tifa was left to drink Yuffie’s chicken soup, which hadn’t lost its hot temperature. Tifa again ate slowly, though she’d taken such favour in the taste, that it seemed too good to go to waste. Cloud came back down with the book in hand and pulled Tifa onto his lap.

After finishing her late lunch, Tifa leaned into Cloud who continued to read the book. In chapter two, it turned out that one of the beasts killed by the dark knight in the village was the mother of a little girl, around Marlene’s age. Though initially rebellious, she eventually joined the dark knight’s journey, whilst his friend, a dragoon, left. Eventually, they came to a village in the desert where it was discovered that the woman the dark knight loved had tried to follow him and ended up getting sick with desert fever. With the help of some new friends, the dark knight went off in search of a cure for the dreaded disease, and in a cave, he did. Once administered, the woman was better in minutes. The chapter ended with the woman joining the dark knight’s quest to the next kingdom. After this, Cloud marked the book and put it aside, to turn his focus to holding Tifa in his arms.

“They’re just like us…” Tifa said with some tiredness and coughing in her speech.

“Who…?” Cloud asked.

“Cecil and Rosa,” Tifa said.

“Y-yeah!” Cloud said, “They really are.”

“I love you, Cloud,” Tifa said.

With a returned confession, Cloud gave Tifa a kiss on the lips before she gave out a deep breath, relaxed into Cloud’s arms, and closed her eyes. Cloud cuddled Tifa closer and kissed her head again. A second confession offered no response from Tifa, and Cloud laid down with her, knowing that she'd always feel safe in the arms of her hero.

[happyely]

@dabisqueen, with this post of yours you made me think of a lot of comical, fluff and even slightly smutty (a pinch😏) scenes. A thousand thanks!

In this case I focused a little more on Dabi, I'll write about Touya later hehe! Although I predict that these ten points can become more!

So whoever has suggestions or advice I'm happy to read all of them!

Dabi:

#1. The first comedic scene that comes to mind is a bit of a classic, him walking into the bathroom by accident while you're taking off your clothes to take a shower. At first he is dazed and holds his breath it's the first time he sees you without your oversized swimsuit that you always wear, then he hopes you don't notice his presence because he is keen not to get a shoe or a shampoo in his face. Needless to say, Twice's voice freezes your blood, his split personality ruined Dabi's mimicry. You caught him on the side of the door staring at you. You blushed quite a bit. You grabbed the tablecloth to cover yourself and threw his shoe, which he narrowly avoided. You yelled at him to leave closing the door and sitting on the floor. You noticed the bulge in his pants, and now you want to die of embarrassment.

#2. You wake up at night in the den, thirsty and hot from summer that has come too soon and however much you struggle with that urge you finally give in and get out of bed. You need to get something cold ASAP or you risk passing out from being too hot. You didn't expect to find Dabi along the corridor. Your eyes met and you're sure he saw the blush on your cheeks. God is in boxers, nothing but boxers and he is smiling at you, the sweat falls in small droplets on his toned muscles, the boxers do not cover the v of his lower abdomen at all, in fact perhaps they are a little lower due to the heat , hair is pulled back and her blue eyes are even sharper than in the morning, she looks at you with that grin she always has on her face knowing you're embarrassed about it. He joins you and puts his arm on your shoulder to drag you to the kitchen, an iced drink is needed to beat the heat he said whispering it in your ear. The temperature has increased by at least 10 degrees, but it's not the outside temperature, it's yours.

#3. It's a bit of a paradox what's happening, neither of you thought you'd end up stuck to each other because of the bastards who were chasing you. You were on a mission to get information on a couple of new Hero facilities, Shigaraki sent you two for a clean job. You had the information but the alarm went off and you hid inside the closest closet, fitting in perfectly. Damn the skintight, high-cut swimsuit you wore and Dabi's for being too small on the waist and light on fabric. Giran had skimped too much on the fabrics to use, how could that thing be fireproof and feel everything at the same time. Now you're sure you know perfectly the position of his staples, the texture of his skin and his size and you're even more sure that you have no more secrets from him as long as your bodies are joined to hide.

#4. It's cold, you don't have heating and for this you are forced to go to your flatmate. Dabi is a heater and he is the only one there at the moment along with Shigaraki but your boss would die instead of going to the arsonist who is his lieutenant to ask for some heat. So you knock on Dabi's door and you almost have a heart attack, how the hell does he manage to stay shirtless if it's -4 degrees outside. You see him watching you, with the blanket pulled over your shoulders and the pillow pressed against your chest, then he takes your arm and pulls him into his room. He takes the blanket off you and throws the pillow on his bed and then it's your turn. Dabi said he knows a very specific way to warm you up and the clothes don't let you warm up quickly. It's the first time you've slept naked next to him, and you know for a fact that he's holding back.

#5. Shit. That was just the term that helped you better describe the pains you were experiencing. You hated them, they were always constant and they just kept getting bigger. And the only way to bear them and not take drugs (because you were always without them) was to keep Dabi's hand on your belly. Your periods didn't give you a break even for a second, but at least his warmth helped you bear them. "It's becoming a habit that I really enjoy." Dabi had said, the breath on his neck had sent a shiver down your spine. He grinned seeing you in those conditions, in which you were completely dependent on him, and he also loved to tease you by saying that just one yes was enough and he would make the pain go away. You tug at his cheeks, being careful not to catch the staples and burnt skin, but the back pains hit you and won't let you finish with him. Feel his hand move to where it hurts and the warmth to stem the pain. This relationship of yours is becoming addictive.

#6. You are soaked and cold. The downpour caught you off guard and now you are inside a cave to take shelter. Capturing Machia was much more complicated than expected, and despite your quirks you could do nothing against him. You took everything off how wet you were to the core now you have your backs. Somehow you noticed that Dabi's cheeks are red, and it makes you think the cold thinking that he has fallen ill. So you turn around and lean against him to understand his temperature. He gasps and tries to keep you away, but you insist so much that you fall on the leaves inside the cave. Dabi is above you, his face red and on fire like yours, now you understand why he didn't want to be touched, and that awareness presses on your belly and it burns.

#7. You never noticed Dabi's gaze while you talk to Hawks. However, the Hero noticed it very well and stopped putting his hands on you while he is talking. Now he seems to act more respectful and an expression of fear appears on his face as Dabi walks up to you two and puts his arm around your shoulders. The two start to argue, or rather Dabi attacks Hawks saying that all these questions about you are quite inappropriate. Only now do you begin to notice the Alpha-like behavior marking Dabi's territory. He is jealous of you. You blush in one shot trying to reassure him, but his hand on your side is possessive and this immobilizes you but at the same time you understand that you are important to him. Dabi is getting naked. You know how private he is about him and that even with your closest companions he keeps a low profile, but that gesture makes your heart beat. It means that you are worth so much to him that you risk showing his emotions.

#8. Cold Fever has always been a bastard twist caused by his quirk. Heat loss was something he hated more than anything else, or rather it was the second thing he hated after hallucinations. Those were the absolute worst thing. The only thing he could do was wait for it to pass. So it seemed normal to you to go to Dabi to keep him company, checking that his temperature didn't drop further. You never thought you'd be pulled into his bed because you had to warm him, you winced at his cold hands on your bare hips and held him closer to you, you could hear him moaning in his sleep about something that affected his family. You didn't say anything, you just kept silent trying to get him to sleep peacefully.

#9. Fighting side by side was proving to be very profitable for the two of you. Dabi's attacks covered you smoothly so that you could hit the enemy without any problems. You had to impress a mafia boss who wanted to ally with you from Lov. You turned to Dabi to smile at him and see if your teammates were okay. You would never have imagined receiving a spanking from the mafia boss - a resounding smack that made all your comrades immobilize you - who made you jump into Dabi's arms. That blow hurt you and it will certainly have left you with the mark. You feel Dabi's muscles quiver as the boss makes a comment about you that you were a good way to finish the deal. "Burn him." You said aloud, then added: "Burn him now Dabi." And the man who held you close didn't hesitate to carry out your order. No one said anything, in fact they're happy you're okay and not in business with the man Dabi just burned.

#10. You would never expect Dabi to hide so many things about his character and his past and reveal them to you, for some things you really tried not to laugh at how cute and tender they were. Only then did you understand how much he truly trusts you and how you managed to enter his heart and make him think about starting over in a different way. And that night you realize what a lover you have found yourself.

What's the funniest scene you can imagine with Dabi/Touya?