#cozy fanfic

[ayfinchwrites]

RAIN OR SHOWERS // Choi San

Type // Oneshot

Genre // fluff, cozy

Words // 1.2k

Blurb // A cozy night in with San takes a comedic turn when the members arrive home early from practice.

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You sat by the window in the high rise apartment watching the rain come down on the city below. Seoul had always been such an interesting place to you, it was so different from your hometown in many ways, some good some bad as with any place. There was, however, one thing about Seoul that could never be beat, and he was showering in the next room.

It was edging on nightfall, the electric lights began to flicker on one by one throughout the city. It was your favorite part of the day, watching Seoul transition for the night. The rain was only elevating the experience.

You heard the water turn off from the bathroom and sat up in a hurry. Your job had been to make the popcorn and prep for the movie but you had been so enamored by the rain that it had slipped your mind. You hurried into the kitchen and began pulling out supplies atop the marble countertops. Popcorn and sandwich cookies. You reached over and turned off the oven. You had been roasting chestnuts for a couple hours now as another movie snack. You did not normally eat roasted chestnuts as a movie snack but since coming to Korea and going to the theaters here, it had become one of your favorites.

You slipped on an oven mitt and pulled the tray from the oven and set it on the counter. You were baited to try one right now, but elected to wait on account of probably burning your tongue. With a sigh you popped open the microwave and started the bag of popcorn.

You shuffled back over to your window seat and resumed watching the heavy rain. A light fog had begun to drape over the lower buildings. You heard a door click and turned around to find San emerging from the bathroom. His dark hair was slick and fell over his eyes in wet pieces. He was wearing his large black hoodie, a favorite of yours to steal. You fought the urge to just run up and hug him and instead slowly stood and made your way to him.

“The chestnuts are done, I pulled out the cookies and-”

You were cut off by the microwave beeping.

You chuckled, “And… evidently the popcorn is done too.”

You reached up and ran a hand through his hair. He had towel dried it. You could always tell because of how soft it felt, even when it was damp.

Not being able to resist any longer you pulled him into a hug, your face becoming engulfed by his hoodie. He squeezed you tighter in reply.

“It smells really good.” His voice echoed with your head on his chest.

You both pulled away and made your ways to the kitchen to retrieve the movie snacks. You slid some of the cooled chestnuts into a bowl while San grabbed the popcorn and cookies. You had previously raided San’s closet and pulled out any blankets he had stored away. As a result, two quilts and a sherpa throw were strewn across the couch. San chuckled at the sight and set the popcorn and cookies down onto the coffee table before flopping onto the couch. You followed suit and cuddled up beside him, pulling a quilt over your shoulders.He adjusted his position to drape an arm over your shoulder and pull you closer.

After a minute you noticed San cursed under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned him looking up to his face.

He began to laugh, “The remote.”

You fell into a quiet fit of laughter and watched as he tried to fish the remote from the far end of the coffee table with his foot. You playfully hit his shoulder and sat up to reach out and grab it.

“There, now we’re actually ready.” You said and switched on the TV.

You had suggested a new movie earlier but San proposed watching an old favorite. You couldn’t help but agree because the movie made the both of you laugh uncontrollably at times.

You selected your streaming channel and pressed play on Pipeline*.

Eating snacks and listening to the rain all while spending a cozy night in with San. It was heavenly.

“Imagine if we could do this all the time.” You whispered to him.

His lips broke into a grin, “Imagine.” He echoed and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

Just then the front door opened and loud chatter spilled into the living room. The boys were back from their schedule already. You and San had both seen this movie so many times neither of you bothered to pause for the interruption.

“Oh hey, I love this movie!” Mingi shouted and trudged past you both to drop down onto the window seat, he tossed his practice bag onto the floor by his feet.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you two were busy.” Yeo apologized and heads to his bedroom, red flushed his cheeks. “I’m showering first!” He yelled.

“Ya!” Joong pushed his way through the front door, his hair damp with sweat from practice, “I thought you said you weren’t feeling good.”

He pointed his finger at San, then rested his hand on his waist.

“I was but then I felt fine.” San paused for a moment before continuing, “Now that you mention it, I’m starting to feel a little sick again. Maybe I’m allergic to you captain.”

At that Joong raised his brows and paused for a moment.

“You little shit.” He muttered under his breath.

“No, I think that’d be you.” San replied to his comment.

That was it. Hongjoong stomped over and slugged San in the arm.

“Guys,” Hwa cautions, though a smirk is fixed upon his lips.

San burst into laughter and got up from the couch to wrestle with Joong.

“Why,” Seonghwa began, his words directed towards you, “would you voluntarily choose to deal with this?” He chuckled and shook his head.

You just laughed in reply and turned to find Jongho had joined Mingi on the window seat and they were both watching the movie as if San and Hongjoong weren’t wrestling right in front of them.

Yep, you had to love cozy rainy nights at the dorm. You just had to.

You heard Yunho’s laugh ring out from the kitchen as he leaned on the counter and snacked on some of the leftover chestnuts that hadn’t fit into the bowl. It was hard to tell if he was laughing at San and Joong or the movie, he seemed to be dividing his attention between both of them.

Seonghwa was still standing by the doorway, you pat the couch cushion beside you. An offer you extended, Hwa had never had a problem with you always being around for San but he was sometimes overly polite. You always tried to do what you could to make everyone feel more comfortable about your presence.

He smiled and took a seat next to you as you both watched as their little fight subsided.

Out of breath and laughing, San plopped back down on the couch into his original spot and slung an arm over your shoulder. Joong had just ended up spread out like a starfish on the ground watching the movie. You all settled down and fell into watching the film.

After a couple minutes you noticed Hongjoong snoring quietly and you glanced up at San. He chuckled softly and pulled you closer.

(*Seriously ya’ll, watch the movie Pipeline if you get the chance. It is actually so hilarious and you get to see Seo In-guk and Lee Soo-hyuk muahaha. Not to mention my mans Soo-hyuk plays a real good psycho and let me just say *wow*).

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[blimpintime]

cursed : azriel x reader

in which azriel has a crush on a witch, and thinks she cursed him.

warnings: none (unedited)

word count: 1.4k

“She’s quite the character huh?” Cassian says to Azriel, staring at you. He grunts in response wondering why you are currently in a handstand competition with a couple of kids in the middle of town. Kind of in awe how your little black dress didn't fall down to your face with you being upside down, but that's a perk of being a witch, he thinks. 

As if you heard them talking about you, your gaze finds theirs. You grin and then lose balance and gracefully fall out of the handstand. It being the last day of summer did make it a cool one but still having been outside with a summer camp of kids you were quite dewy with sweat. Your face was flushed and damp as you made your way towards the two men. 

“Hi Cassian!” You say with a grin, you turn and look at Azriel, your smile falling into a smaller one. “Spymaster.” You nod. Cassian lets a chuckle slip through at Az’s blank face. You were always like this with him. He never fully understood why. You kept him at a distance always but managed to be involved in every one else’s business. He often thought it was because you could not stand him. And then he thought you were terrified of him, because let’s face it, that was more believable.

You were making small talk with Cassian when Azriel started to get lost in his mind thinking of you and how it seemed you teased him on occasion. With your little quips here and there. Constantly smelling like those fresh baked chocolate-chip muffins that were his guilty pleasure to eat when he got back from long missions

He noticed eventually that Cassian had walked away from you two when a group of kids started playing tag with him. He turned to look at you where you decided to sit on the grass, he made a quick decision to sit next to you. Both of you were silent, but for once it was comfortable.

The path leading up to your small little house on the bank of the Sidra was always well lit at night. Glowing with purple and orange lanterns their reflection makes it seem brighter than it was that night. Your house was on the smaller side (still fairly large all considering.) But you loved to host seasonal parties due to them being in connection with your magic and since summer was ending and fall was starting, it was the perfect time to throw one of your celebrations. 

Currently the Inner Circle is in your living room drinking and eating food you have made for them. Your familiar, Silly the tabby cat, has made their home on Azriel’s lap. He doesn’t seem to mind though. Gently petting the cat's soft fur. You stare at them from the kitchen with a soft smile on your face. 

“You could just tell him you know.” Nesta says from behind you, scaring the absolute shit out of you. You place a hand over your chest and let out a deep breath. “Nesta, I’m going to put a bell on you.” She laughs lightly as you scrunch up your nose. 

“I am not joking though.” She says softly, and you look back at him now playing with Silly on the couch. “He can’t even stand to be in the same room as me for more than ten minutes. There is no way I could tell him how I feel.” She hums in response. 

“I think you’d be surprised.” And then she walks back out to sit with Cassian. You did deeply care about Azriel, borderline loved him. You felt connected to him in a way you couldn’t describe, just that your soul was at peace with him. Your magic proved that theory too. It sometimes appears to you in colorful hazes around people. 

Every color had a different meaning, the majority of the Inner Circle had a warm orange around them. Your magic had to be newer or just not have a written history because there is barely any research on what these colors mean.  However, you chalked it up to orange meaning some of the most important people in your life. Azriel though, he had a beautiful blue humming around him almost constantly for you, and you had no idea what that meant.

You must have been lost in thought for a while because the next person to scare you was Rhys with Nyx on his hip. He was building another plate for Feyre and Nyx to pick off of. 

“You okay?” He asked you softly. Nyx’s grubby hands reaching for the fresh food on the plate, you and Rhys both grin at that. You nod your head in response to his earlier question. 

“Maybe ask him to hang out with you?” He says, like it's that easy. You shake your head, “I don’t know about that.” 

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to try.” You watch him leave the kitchen and decide it's time to do the same. 

You follow Rhys back into your living space, where it's warm of laughter and love. You sit down on the only open seat, which happens to be on the couch next to Azriel. Silly runs over to your lap and demands petting. You look down at the orange cat with love and when you look back up you meet Azriel’s puzzled stare.

“What?” You ask him softly, nudging the cat off your lap gently. You turn to fully face him when he abruptly stands up. He grabs your arm and pulls you towards the outside. 

“We will be back.” He says gruffly towards everybody, dragging you along.

“Please for the love of Mother, take your time.” Cassian says with a cheeky grin, “We have bets placed.” to which earns him a vulgar gesture from both you and Azriel.

When you go outside he drags you closer to the river and further from the house. Probably to avoid prying ears and eyes, but with everyone’s magic you go ahead and place a sound proofing spell over the two of you.

“Is everything alright Azriel?” You ask him after a moment of silence. He turns back around to look at you with something close to… fear?  

“So, what is it?” You look at him deadpanned and tilt your head in confusion.

“What spell did you place on me? Why, when I go to sleep I think about how I hope you had a good day. When I wake up I wonder if you actually ate breakfast and not forgetting after you have your morning coffee. And tonight, I wonder where you go when this party is mainly in celebration for you and I am busy playing with your cat and not with you.” He gets out in one breath. I stare at him for a moment and when I open my mouth he interrupts me again,

“Why is it when you are near my hands shake less and my worries ease but when you are gone I crave your scent. What curse? What spell?” Azriel genuinely looks shaken for a moment, and for a second so do you. 

“I didn’t know you felt that way too, Azriel.” You say and approach him with a soft smile. When you guys finally make eye contact though something inside you both, snaps. Your eyes widen and so do his. Mate.

You let out a little giggle that eventually turns into a full laugh. “You thought I cursed you?” You say through giggles, “I thought you hated me Az.” 

“Ah, well that goes both ways.” He responded with a smile. You look at him in confusion. “I could never hate you.”

“You couldn’t stand to be near me.” He quips back.

“No. You couldn’t stand to be near me.” You say and jokingly sniff at him. He shakes his head and grins. “We are both stupid.” You nod your head in agreement. 

“A couple of stupid mates, huh.” You look up at him, now leaning shoulder to shoulder. 

“Yeah something like that.” And then he kisses you. 

Warm lips slotting over yours softly, you both start getting a little more heated with each other. Hands finding their way into your hair while yours go around his neck. His lips softly biting yours and then pulling away. You arch and reach up on your tiptoes in a feat of chasing his lips. He grins at you, puts his hands on your cheeks and kisses your nose. 

“Let’s go back inside.” He whispers and leans back, as if he’s afraid that this will all be a dream if one of you speaks too loudly.

“I am kicking everyone out the minute we get back inside.” You whisper back and kiss his collar bone. 

“That sounds great to me.” he says and with that you both walk back to your house holding hands. 

a/n: so this was completely self indulgent, I wanted a cozy azriel fic!

please tell me what you think!

I don't own any characters that sarah j. mass created.

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[strnilolover]

NNN - Matt sturniolo - rainy day

You and Matt hadn’t planned on staying inside today. You had plans to go out for a walk and then go hang out at a little outdoor café, but when you had woken up this morning, there was nothing but pouring rain outside.

You had started to pout, pulling yourself out of bed and into the kitchen to make breakfast for you both. Matt was still sleeping — not wanting to wake him up after discovering your initial plans were ruined.

When he did emerge from the bedroom, breakfast was already done and sitting at the table, you yourself were sitting down picking at your food slowly. Matt noticed, walking over to sit beside you where he own plate was set.

His hand reached out, grabbing your jaw softly as he turned your head to face him. “What’s wrong sweetheart? you look upset.” he asked, pressing a light peck to your cheek. Your frown pulled more, bottom lip sticking out. “Our plans for the day are ruined — it’s raining so heavily outside.” you whined.

He raised a brow at you, craning his head to look out the kitchen window, water droplets decorating the glass. He hummed at the realization, turning his gaze back to you. “Just because it’s it’s raining, doesn’t mean plans have to be ruined baby. They’ll just be…different.” he said softly, letting your face go to pick up his fork.

You stared blankly at him, “What do you mean different? what can we possibly do that’s fun?” you asked, your own fork now stabbing into the food and bringing it to your lips.

He grinned as he took a bite of his food, chewing. “You’ll see.” was all he said before he continued to eat.

After both of your plates were cleared and set into the sink, matt took your hand and guided you into the living room. He stopped in front of the couch, your body bumping into his softly. Turning to you he smiled, “I don’t know about you, but I think pillow forts are a great thing to make when it’s raining.” he whispered, pulling you closer to him.

You looked up at him, “A pillow fort?” you questioned, a little surprised but delighted. He nodded with a grin, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “And after we build it, we can watch all your favorite movies — I don’t mind a marathon.” He leaned in, pecking your lips gently, making you giggle.

You rolled your eyes, “Alright, but just so you know, I take my pillow forts very seriously,” you teased, raising an eyebrow as you grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch. He chuckled, already grabbing a few pillows and handing them to you. “Good. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Together, you collected every pillow and blanket in sight, stacking them into a cozy fortress in the middle of the living room. Once the fort was assembled, you both crawled inside, sinking into the pile of blankets with a sense of accomplishment.

He settled in beside you, pulling you close as you rested your head on his shoulder. “So,” he murmured, his fingers gently brushing over your arm, “which movie are we starting with?” he asked softly.

You bit your lip thoughtfully, looking up at him. “How about we watch the saw movies? I know it’s not spooky month anymore, but I love them.” you suggested, your voice barely a whisper.

His sighed, wrapping an arm around you a little tighter, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. “Fine, Fine. But, just because I love you.” he whispered back. With the remote in hand, he started the first movie, and the room dimmed, casting a soft yet dark glow around your little fort.

As the movie played, he absentmindedly traced patterns along your arm, his gaze drifting down to you every so often, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. You felt a sense of comfort and warmth, the outside world disappearing as you were wrapped up in his presence.

Halfway through, you glanced up at him and caught him watching you instead of the screen. “Caught you,” you whispered, laughing quietly. He shrugged, a small smirk on his lips. “Can you blame me? You’re way more interesting than any movie,” he murmured, leaning down to steal another kiss.

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Life Changing

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Dean Winchester x Reader

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Dean bent to tuck the soft red sheet beneath the mattress, ensuring the corner was crisp and the top was smooth. 

“Why are we doing this again?” he asked, moving with Y/N to the head of the bed. 

“Because it’s nice. Don’t you wanna sleep on clean sheets tonight?” she smiled sweetly at him and tugged on the flannel. “Clean sheets are amazing. Just a little bit of comfort after a long day.” 

Dean tugged back, giving himself some slack. “I’m not debating the awesomeness of clean sheets. I love a clean sheet, believe me.” The elastic snapped under the corner and he stood up, satisfied with the fit. “But my sheets were fine.” He gave a forlorn look to the stiff, antique sheets heaped in a messy pile by the door. “Clean, even.” 

“Dean, those sheets came with the Bunker. They’re from 1941. Time for an upgrade.” 

He slumped a bit and Y/N tossed a pillow in his face which he caught, and a red plaid pillowcase that he did not. Draped in the fabric, he sighed. 

“I’m just not sold on the flannel.” 

She laughed. “Dude, you spend your life in flannel.”

“Yeah, but not in bed.” 

“Well…” 

She grinned and he blushed. 

“Shut up.” 

Y/N tucked her pillow beneath her chin and struggled to fit it into the case. “Just trust me. These will change your life.” 

He rolled his eyes to keep up the front, but inside, he was already sold on the sheets, the new sleeping situation, and her. It had taken months for him to come around to the idea of moving into the same room together, to sharing his sanctuary with someone else, but Y/N had more than calmed his fears. Having her there to fall asleep with, to hold on the bad nights, to wake up next to was more than his heart could take. It was perfect. 

Minutes later, Y/N fluffed out the heavy blanket and it billowed down over them like a warm cloud. Dean exhaled slowly and felt the world melt away. Y/N lay next to him, their shoulders and thighs touching beneath the sheets. 

“What do you think?” 

Dean rolled towards her, messing up the pristinely smooth sheets and blanket. He cocked his elbow and held his head, looking down into her beautiful eyes. 

“You were right,” he admitted. “They’re awesome.” 

Y/N grinned victoriously and lifted her hand to his cheek, softly caressing his stubbled jaw. “I just want you to be comfy,” she whispered. “You deserve it.” 

His heart swelled and broke at the same time. He didn’t believe he deserved the comfort of the bed or her arms, but he was going to hold onto it for as long as he could. 

Grabbing her hand, Dean kissed her fingertips. 

“Thank you.” 

Y/N snuggled closer, enjoying his heat. “See? Life changing.” 

Dean sank down, placing his cheek on the pillow next to her. “Absolutely life changing.” 

“They are great sheets,” she agreed. 

Dean shook his head and ran his hand lovingly through her hair. “I wasn’t talking about the sheets…” 

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the scaredy cat support group | logan sargeant

summary: much to her dismay, y/n's friends have dragged her to see the scariest film of the season. luckily for her, the blond sitting next to her in a darkened cinema seems to be just as petrified as she is

pairing: logan sargeant x female! reader

warnings: scary movies & scaredy cats, implications of fear and gore, logan being a sweetie.

"this is such a bad idea."

the theater was packed, groups of people passing by them to get into the auditorium, eager to see the latest blood-soaked halloween killfest on screens. y/n, however, just couldn't get her feet to move. her friends stood just in front of her, worried looks on their faces as they looked back at her.

y/n loved halloween, make no mistake. it was her favourite holiday by leaps and bounds. she loved micheal meyers and ghostface and even freddy krueger.

but she absolutely hated being scared. she was a sensitive soul, and that was why she preferred older horror movies that were limited on the level of blood and guts.

"are you sure you don't want to sit this one out? we told you you didn't have to come." her friend said gently.

"no, no. i came here to spend time with you guys because i love you. and no scary movie is going to keep me from doing that."

she was reassured by the group of college guys that came in after her, with an athletic looking blond hanging back to stare at the film poster with a similar queasy look to the one that she was sporting.

"alright, let's get this over with. but if i barf up my popcorn, it's on you guys!"

they filed into the dark theatre, previews already beginning to play out on the big screen in front of them. their group of five took up most of the row, which, being in a small cinema, only held ten seats.

she sat in the middle, next to gloriously empty seat as she tried to steel herself for what was to come, with reminders to herself that it was all made from special effects, and she could walk out of that theater and into the real world whenever she wanted.

"is this seat taken?"

she look up and towards the soft speaker, who was using his phone flashlight to try and find his ticketed seat. it was the same blonde who had stopped to stare at the poster outside, and he looked a little pale in the face as he sat down next to her.

"not a fan of being scared?" she whispered, offering him some popcorn. "me neither."

"oh good. that means i'm not going to be the only one shaking like a baby." he laughed. "god, i would much rather have gone to see fucking joker or something."

"i wasn't given an option. they just told me that this is what was happening and i was invited if i wanted to. i'm y/n."

"logan."

"will you two be quiet?" the man behind them hissed. "some of us are trying to watch a movie.

logan shrugged, typing something on his phone before showing her the screen.

a movie that hasn't even started yet? i didn't realize that the advertisement for jackass was so interesting

"and turn your damn brightness down!"

y/n stifled a laugh as she watched logan pretend to give the guy the middle finger before slipping his phone into the pocket of his hoodie. the lights in the theater dimmed even further, the feature presentation beginning to unfold on screen.

to her credit, she lasted about half an hour before she jumped, knocking over her bag of popcorn and spilling some slippery buttery kernels into Logan’s lap. she was mortified, but the massage logan typed out on his phone reassured her that everything was fine.

it’s all good, squeeze my hand if u get 2 scared

no points for grammar, but five for being a sweetie.

naturally, it was logan who reached for her hand first, during a particularly gory on screen kill that had y/n squeezing her eyes shut and physically turning away from the screen while logan clutched her cold hand in his.

despite herself, she found Logan’s touch to be comforting. what did that say about her that a little scary movie had her seeking out comfort from strangers? (don’t tell her mother that or she would start singing the jamie walters song and everyone would be miserable) for a minute, she almost forgot that she’d come with a group of friends and was only reminded of that fact when one of them messaged her.

getting cozy over there? see, horror flicks are a great place to pick up guys! just make sure his favourite isn’t american psycho.

she giggled, looking over at her friend, who flashed her a thumbs up before turning back to the screen. that scene had long since passed, but logan continued to hold her hand, and she could feel his muscles tense as a scare drew nearer and nearer on the big screen.

she squeezed his hand reassuringly, only to be clutching it in terror moments later, one hand clapped over her mouth to stifle a scream. Logan reached over her body, almost as if he was gallantly and protectively trying to shield her body with his own.

she was going to fall in love with him at this rate if she wasn’t careful.

the movie finished, winding down in a way that much much calmer, if not eerie compared to what they had seen throughout the course of the film. she was relieved to see the end credits roll, although displeased at the idea of leaving logan behind.

she followed her friends out of the cinema, dropping her empty popcorn container in the trash as she went.

"y/n!" a voice called after her.

she paused, turning around to see logan standing just near the door. she glanced back at her friends, smiling when she saw their excited faces, gesturing wildly towards logan.

she walked up to the blonde, hands tucked nervously in the pockets of her flannel coat.

"hey," she started, rocking back and forth on her heels

"hey." logan grinned, scratching at the beck of his neck. "so, i think you're really cute." just out of her range of vision, she could see logan's friends standing behind him, sticking their thumbs up and whistling in encouragement. "and i was wondering if you wanted to go and get a coffee with me?"

she beamed, looking back to her friends for approval, one last time.

"i would love to. after all, you were my protector in there."

logan smiled. "is now okay with you? there's a little place in the plaza just across the way."

"sounds perfect."

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☕ ׅ ˙ Under Autumn's Spell 🍂 𝆭 matt sturniolo

summary: two best friends, Matt and Y/N, share a rainy weekend that reveals long-hidden feelings, turning their close bond into something more.

pairing: bsf!matt x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, suggestive

word count: 2k

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Matt walks into the room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. He lets out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes as if the long week has finally caught up with him.

Without saying a word, he heads to the bed and flops onto it, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. He runs a hand through his hair, then lets his body relax, lying there quietly with his gaze fixed on the ceiling, clearly exhausted from everything.

I pat the empty spot on my lap, offering him a comforting place to rest. He glances up at me, his expression softening as he shuffles closer, his movements slow and tired. Finally, he settles in, laying his head on my lap with a contented sigh.

As he relaxes, I begin to gently run my fingers through his soft brown hair, feeling the smooth strands slide between my fingers. I trace small circles along his scalp, massaging away the tension that seems to have built up over the week.

Each pass of my hand is slow and deliberate, aiming to soothe him, while the warmth of his presence in such close proximity brings a sense of calm to us both.

"I love you so much," he whispered, his voice barely audible as his eyes fluttered closed, a deep sigh of contentment escaping his lips.

His expression softened, as if just saying those words brought him some peace.

"I love you too, Matt," I replied softly, my fingers continuing their gentle motion through his hair.

"Is everything alright? Can you tell me what happened?" my voice was filled with concern as I searched his face for any hint of what might be bothering him, hoping he would open up and share what was on his mind.

It was the beginning of a rainy autumn, and the storm had arrived with full force. Raindrops pounded against the bedroom windows, their rhythm steady and powerful, adding to the cozy atmosphere of the evening.

We were at my flat, having decided to spend the entire weekend unwinding and catching up on much-needed sleep after a long week.

Matt had stepped out of the room a while ago after getting a call from his brother, Chris. When he returned, it was clear that whatever Chris had said had put Matt in a bit of a bad mood, the weight of the conversation lingering on his face.

"Thank God I have a best friend like you," Matt said with a relieved smile. "I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had to spend my free time with someone who was just like my brothers."

His words made my heart ache. Being called his 'best friend' felt like a reminder of the boundaries between us, especially since we had never shared a kiss or any romantic moments.

Despite this, I couldn’t help but hope for something more. We often acted like a couple, and his jealousy would surface whenever another guy was around me. It was a confusing mix of signals, leaving me to wonder if he felt more than he let on.

"My frustrating brothers always expect me to drop whatever I’m doing to come pick them up and be their chauffeur. It really gets on my nerves. I’ve told them that I’ve had a rough week and just want to relax with you, watch movies, eat, and unwind, but they don’t seem to understand that." he says, clearly frustrated, as he shifts closer and nestles his head into the crook of my neck, planting a soft kiss just below my ear.

The warmth of his breath against my skin sends a shiver down my spine. I can’t help but giggle, trying to wriggle away from his affectionate gesture, but he firmly places his hands on my waist, gently holding me in place and preventing me from escaping.

I continue to absentmindedly ruffle his hair, my gaze drifting to the rain-soaked window. My thoughts wander as I recall the countless times Nick has assured me that Matt likes me back. But despite the mixed signals I sometimes get, I’m almost certain he doesn’t see me that way.

I’ve overheard him telling his friends on more than one occasion that there’s nothing romantic between us and that we’re better off as just friends. Each time, it stung like hell, but I knew I had to move on. Losing him as a friend was something I couldn’t bear, he’s been so amazing to me.

"Mmph, hey, why did you stop?" he murmured, lifting his head to look at me, his eyes searching mine.

God, he was so beautiful. His defined jawline and sharp cheekbones framed his face perfectly, and his lips, plump and pink were undeniably inviting.

Strands of his fluffy hair fell slightly over his eyes, which were the most mesmerizing shade of ocean blue. I could easily get lost in them, forgetting everything else around me.

Before I could even gather my thoughts to respond, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled back with a wide, playful smile.

"Hey, Y/N, what’s wrong? What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice gentle, filled with genuine concern, as his eyes continued to search mine, trying to read what was going on in my head.

"Nothing’s wrong, Matt. I was just thinking about us and how lucky I am to have you in my life. You’re so good to me, and sometimes I can’t believe I’m friends with someone as amazing as you,’ I replied, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his nose before turning my attention to the big screen in front of us.

"So, what do you think about watching Gilmore Girls?" I suggested, glancing back at him with a smile. "I think it’s the perfect choice for this weather and the cozy atmosphere we’ve got going on."

He seemed to ponder it for a moment, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, I’m not sure, that’s a really tough choice. You know how much I absolutely love that show," he teased with a playful grin. I laughed, unable to resist his charm, and gave him a light poke in the chest.

"Alright, decision made, asshole." I said, grabbing the remote and putting the show on. The familiar theme song started playing as we both settled in, ready to enjoy the cozy evening together.

"Why would you say something like that? I’m not an asshole," he laughed, playfully nudging me as he settled in beside me. His laughter was infectious, and I couldn’t help but smile as we both got comfortable, turning our attention to the episode as it began.

"You’re an asshole . . . my asshole," I teased, giving his shoulder a playful kiss before turning my attention back to the episode.

As the show continued, I could feel his gaze on me, his eyes lingering even though I kept my focus on the screen. Despite the warmth of his look, I chose to stay quiet, letting the comfortable silence envelop us as we watched together.

"Hmm, you’re really pretty," Matt said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead and resting my head on his shoulder as we cuddled together.

"You think I’m pretty, Matthew?" I asked, biting my lip and giving him a playful, seductive glance. His eyes met mine with a sincere look. "The prettiest," he responded.

"As I gently rubbed his cheek with the pad of my thumb, we fell into a comfortable silence, our eyes locked in a quiet exchange.

It felt as though time had slowed down, with only the two of us existing in that moment, two souls on the edge of something deeper. His presence was soothing and reassuring, and I could feel a profound connection forming between us.

When he kissed the corner of my mouth, his familiar scent enveloped me, adding to the warmth of his embrace. I cherished every detail about him and the way he made me feel.

"If it makes you feel any better, Matthew, I think you’re the most handso—" he cut me off by pressing his lips firmly against mine, leaving me in stunned silence for a few seconds as the intensity of the kiss took me by surprise.

I regained my composure and kissed him back, my hands cupping his cheeks as our mouths moved together. I was entirely wrapped up in the moment with him, feeling his warmth and the intensity of our connection as we made out.

He shifted us so that I was on top of him, his hands exploring my body with a renewed urgency. His left hand slid up and down my back, while his right hand moved to gently squeeze my ass.

A soft moan escaped my lips into his mouth as I began to grind against him. His breaths quickened, and he gasped softly as his kisses trailed down to my neck.

He continued to guide my movements, helping me find a rhythm as we both started to pant heavily. After a few intense moments, we pulled away, both of us breathing heavily and trying to catch our breath.

We gazed at each other, smiling like two kids who had just received their favorite treat.

'Oh well, that was intense,' he said softly, sliding his hand under my shirt to continue rubbing my back in soothing circles.

"I'm afraid we can't do that again, Matt. We're just friends, after all, aren't we?" I said, trying to bring some clarity to the situation.

"So you heard that?" he asked, surprise evident in his voice.

"It was hard not to." I replied, rolling my eyes at the clear-cut nature of it.

"I'm sorry, baby. I asked Nick if you liked me back, but he kept telling me to ask you directly. I was too nervous to handle the possibility of rejection. The thought of it hurt too much" he confessed, closing the distance between us again and pressing a tender kiss to my lips.

"I wouldn't have rejected you, Matt, because I feel the same way. It was really upsetting when I overheard you telling our friends that you didn't have feelings for me" I admitted, the hurt still evident in my voice.

"I knew they'd end up telling you, y/n, and I just couldn't bear the thought of being rejected and embarrassed. They hinted that you had feelings for someone else, and that I would have to figure things out on my own" he explained.

I sighed, frustrated with our friends for their lack of intervention. It seemed they had enjoyed watching our back-and-forth without stepping in to help us navigate our feelings.

It felt as though they relished our struggle to make sense of everything while staying silent about their role in it.

"Weirdos" he muttered with a shake of his head.

His phone rang once more, and he answered with a hint of exasperation.

"No, just take an Uber and leave me alone. I’m occupied right now," he said, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

After hanging up, he set his phone down on the nightstand with a sigh.

"Let me guess—Chris called, wanting you to pick him up?" I asked.

He gave a weary nod and then adjusted himself to pull me closer, wrapping his arms around me as we settled in to watch the rest of the episode together.

As the minutes ticked by, his attention drifted from the screen, and he began to gaze at me again. I smiled and gently reminded him, "Matt, the show" hoping to draw his focus back to the TV.

"Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the show right now" he said, his tone dripping with playful indifference.

I raised an eyebrow and asked, "And what would you like us to do, Matthew?"

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he considered his response. "Hmm, I can think of a few ways we could make better use of our time" he replied, his voice low and suggestive.

Before I could react, he gently rolled us over, positioning himself above me. He began trailing a series of soft, open-mouthed kisses along my neck and shoulders.

Each kiss was slow and deliberate, sending a warm, electrifying sensation through me. His lips lingered on my skin, his touch both tender and teasing, creating an atmosphere charged with intimacy and anticipation as he continued to explore and savor the moment.

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

Homebodies

A little fluff for your TTPD weekend.

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“No I promise, just sit down, I’ll be done in just a minute, mom.” she says firmly in response to her mother asking if she needs any help in the kitchen. Travis just gives Andrea that one look she’s grown to know too well. His eyebrows raised an inch and a smirk on his face that tells the blonde woman he’s got her daughter all figured out.

Leave it to me.

She giggles quietly at Travis, then slowly walks back into the living room to sit down next to Scott. Travis looks at all the different dishes on the counter behind her. The California sun is slowly setting. He should’ve known this morning when she announced that she’ll cook ‘a few Italian primi piatti’ that the ruthless perfectionist lurking inside of his girlfriend would finally make a come back on this Friday. After running around all day, going to the gym, completing her cardio challenge, baking cupcakes for her parents, finishing a work meeting, discussing a music video concept with her team and signing a few new contracts, she of course decided to hit the delicacy shop she loves out here in LA, just to buy all the ingredients she needs for a total of six different Italian dishes that she wants to make for him and her parents tonight. He knows too well by now that whenever Taylor is in this state of mind, there’s no stopping her. If she sets her mind onto something, there’s nothing anyone can say or do to make her loosen up a little. Even if that would involve her actually enjoying this quiet evening with him and her family instead of standing in the kitchen for a solid two hours now, not having had a single conversation with any one of her parents yet.

“What else needs to be done? I can cut veggies? I’m good at cutting stuff.” he tries one last time, steals a carrot stick from her cutting board and starts munching. While stirring the big blue Dutch oven in front of her, she looks back at him for a second, stressed, clearly not amused that he’s eating her uncooked food.

“No, all good. I just need to make sure the risotto won’t thicken too much and once that’s done you guys can sit down and eat the carpaccio before it gets soggy because I need to take the bread out of the oven and quickly scrap together the bruschetta sauce..”

Travis just sighs deeply, takes a step closer towards her. She’s too stressed whipping up the food in front of her to even notice him trying to get closer.

“How about we just let the bruschetta be? We’ve got so much food, babe. It’s just us four. It’s also really late already.”

She shakes her head, not responding to him and he knows that if he pushes her any more now, she might actually get mad at him tonight.

“How about I start cutting some tomatoes for the bruschetta then?” he says with a sigh, finally gave into her obsession with the tomato bread. For a moment she looks up at him, a weak smile on her face. It immediately lights up his entire body.

“That would be great.” she just says, still a bit hesitant and he knows why. She’s not sure if she should be happy that he’s offering to help her, or if she should be worried about the fact that he might cut off his fingers while doing so.

“Sure.” he says, can see the washed and perfectly ripe tomatoes sitting in the drain by the sink right next to her. He grabs one of the tomatoes, holds it up in the air with a question mark on his face.

“Little cubes?”

She nods, a smile on her face.

“Thanks, Trav.” she says then, still busy stirring the risotto in front of her. She doesn’t even notice that he gets closer to her, and fast enough has stolen her cheek a gentle kiss. She giggles all surprised about his gentleness, then feels him lean in again after a second.

“You’re very welcome, crazy.”

Another kiss leaving her cheek. She just giggles, continues stirring her risotto.

_________

“Taylor, that was absolutely incredible.”

She smiles proudly at her father sitting across from her, takes one last sip from her white wine.

“Thanks so much. So glad you liked it.”

“Honey, it was delicious but you didn’t have to put in all this work just because we’re visiting.” Andrea says, her tone a bit more dunning than Scott’s was before. Taylor just rolls her eyes, a bit annoyed that everyone around her acts like she reinvented the wheel with this Italian dinner. Yes, it was some cooking time to prepare this meal, but she loves hosting and loves being a cook. Her mom should know that better than anyone.

“Tay loves spoiling our guests.” Trav says then, and Taylor looks up at the big man sitting next to her. She starts smiling. Our guests. It was a simple sentence. But it made her feel a certain way. He’s home. This has become his home, too.

“I do. Also, this is Trav’s favorite dish. So..”

“Hey, don’t put this on me now.” He says quickly, jokingly holds up his hands in an innocent gesture that makes the whole table laugh. Taylor can’t help but giggle, too. She playfully hits him in the side.

“I gained fifteen pounds since December, Scott. Fifteen pounds.” he says dramatically to both Andrea and Scott, who amusedly witness the interaction between him and Taylor.

“That’s a good sign, though.” her father laughs, especially because his daughter starts hitting the man’s upper arm some more, looking deeply shocked from him, to her mom and back at Travis again.

“Do not even start blaming me for that. Every time I have food laying around he eats it. That’s not on me.”

Andrea starts laughing, and so does Scott. Travis just rolls his eyes playing pretend, sips one last time on his wine glass before looking at the blonde woman in the black top sitting next to him, giving him a playful side eye. She looks absolutely gorgeous as always, but there’s something in her eyes that gives her away. She’s exhausted. Deeply exhausted and tired, but he knows she won’t ever admit to it.

Without countering her some more, Travis just places his wine glasses in front of him, then wanders with his right hand to her head. He starts gently caressing her hair, wandering down to her neck then, where his thumbs draw some soft and slow circles. He can see her eyes getting smaller and her smile getting softer. His touch helps her let her guard down slowly. But she’s not the only one sitting around this table smiling quietly. Both of her parents witness his gentle gesture silently, a smile on both their faces, unsure if they’ve ever seen their daughter look as loved and taken care of as she does right now.

“You had three hours of sleep last night. How are you even still upright?”

She giggles, his hand now leaving her neck and reaching for her cold left hand.

“Jetlag and being tired is a choice.”

Andrea starts laughing. She knows just as much as Travis that this is the most ridiculous saying her daughter comes up with whenever she’s urged to slow down a little.

“Mhm. Sure.” he just says laughingly, knowing damn well that there’s no arguing with her tonight. Within less than two seconds, she gets up, starts cleaning the dinner table.

“How about you start picking a movie and we do the dishes.” Andrea now takes initiative but before she can even finish her sentence, Taylor shakes her head and makes sure to grab the used plates quicker than her mother can.

“Absolutely not. Trav will go pick a movie with you guys, I’m gonna quickly clean up and feed the cats and join you then.”

“I can feed the cats, babe.” the man who just got up right next to her tries once more but she shakes her head.

“No, please pick a movie with mom and dad.” She asks him with a serious look on her face and he sighs, just shakes his head in disbelief, knowing damn well that he’s got to let her be her obsessive self tonight.

“Alright guys, what do you want to watch?”

_________

“Why is it so quiet in here…”

“Because we are waiting for you, honey.” Scott says from the living room couch, looking at Taylor who stands in the now clean and shiny kitchen preparing the bowls for her cats.

“No, just start the movie already. I’ll be there in a second.” she says, really doesn’t want them to have to wait any longer. After all, it’s past nine already now. The view onto her little backyard is pitch black, and she knows her parents are still jet lagged, too.

“Absolutely not.” Travis says from the very right couch on which he sits, giving her that look she loves so much. With the remote control in his hand, as comfortable as he can be, he smiles at her, looking right into her eyes somehow even though this massive living room is dividing them.

“You can’t miss the beginning. It’s the most important part of this movie.”

“Alright, alright, give me one second.” she says, places the bowls in front of the three impatient cats waiting for their dinner, and washes her hands with her favorite lavender soap in the big kitchen sink one last time.

“Do you guys have drinks? Do you need any snacks, or ice cream? Trav, do we still have the…”

“We have everything, honey. Now enough with all this madness. Sit down on your ass. Now!” Andrea says in a new tone, which Travis hadn’t experienced before. It makes him smile though. Suddenly, Taylor just nods, turns off the lights in the kitchen and finally, after what felt like an eternity, makes her way up to her family lounging in the living room. Travis smiles at the beauty in front of him, immediately opens his arms for her to sit down next to him.

“Come on, babe. Lay down.” he just mumbles, gets comfortable on the big couch himself, a pillow in his neck, and enjoys to feel Taylor cuddle up to him, becoming the little spoon to be able to face the big flat screen.

“Alright, are we ready?”

“Yes.” Both Scott and Andrea answer annoyed from their seats and it makes Taylor laugh. Travis hits the play button and the movie starts. His right hand securely around Taylor’s small body frame, slowly wandering onto her stomach. She places her hand on top of his, and with his head on the pillow behind him, he leans over to her once, breathing in her incredible smelling hair, and steals her neck one last kiss. She moves a bit more, trying to get comfortable, and he can feel how fast her heart beats. He knew it. She’s been running around all day, not even allowing herself a single moment of rest. She’s rattled up, and her inability to just lay still in his arms is proof enough. Sometimes, he feels like whenever she’s not playing a show she needs to run around all day to compensate for her lack of adrenaline rush. It’s not good for her though. It’s not good to be in a constant state of stress.

The movie has just started and he catches himself every so often just staring at her instead. Her silhouette in the darkness, lid up by nothing but the flickering tv light. She’s the most beautiful person he knows. Not a single ounce of badness about her. It terrifies him sometimes, how deeply he loves her. How pure his feelings really are for her. His thoughts manifest themselves once more as she starts laughing about a scene on tv and he realizes that he was way too distracted to follow the storyline until now.

A few moments later, Travis can finally feel her become more and more still in his arms. Her hand still firmly over his, her thumb drawing the ever same slow circles on the back of his hand. She’s slowly coming down from her day. And half an hour later, he knows she’s fighting sleep. Whilst both of her parents are still awake watching and enjoying the movie he chose, the blonde woman in his arms has grown unusually quiet. It takes another five minutes and he feels her spasm once. She’s fighting sleep when really, she shouldn’t. Travis slowly lets go of her stomach, moves his big hand over her cold and naked upper arm instead. Nothing but the tv light lighting up her sleepy face.

“Baby?”

“Mhm?” she answers in her half sleeping state, of course pretending to be fully awake.

“Can you reach for the blanket next to you?”

She slowly sits up, grabs the blanket and just hands it to him, too tired to fully recognize the fact that she’s freezing in her top, and that she needs the blanket more than he does. She just lays down again, her head this time getting comfortable on his upper arm. He opens up the soft blanket over her, feels Taylor finally giving in. With her eyes half closed and the same tired disoriented look on her face whenever she wakes up at night to go to the bathroom, Taylor turns around, signaling him to open his arms for her some more. She’s now fully turned away from the tv, her sleepy face facing his chest. He protectively wraps the blanket around her cold torso, feels her little hand placed on his chest over his sweater. With her wrapped in his arms, and the blanket, Travis looks down at her closing her eyes, finally allowing herself to fall asleep. He leans down to kiss her forehead once, his arm around her, stroking her back up and down.

“Sorry, I’m just..”

He doesn’t know whether her mumbles are an apology to him or her parents about the fact that she falls asleep twenty minutes into the movie. But he’s having none of it.

“Shh. I’ll tell you later what happened.” he whispers, and she doesn’t even nod. Instead, he can watch her breathing get slower and slower and steadier and steadier. It takes less than a minute and she’s fully asleep in his arms. A little sigh escapes her throat. Her toes between his legs move once. In his arms, she slowly lets go. And Travis can now face the TV again, and actually enjoy the movie knowing that the woman in his arms is finally getting some well deserved rest. But his gentleness doesn’t remain unnoticed. Both Scott and Andrea watch Taylor drift off in his big arms, his left hand securely on her head, his right one around her waist, stroking her back over the blanket up and down every so often. Not one of the two can recall a time, in which they’ve witnessed their daughter more effortlessly safe, feeling loved and able to be herself more than in this moment.

[shebunie]

hi! heard you're taking requests for mizu... if you're able to, I'd love to see mizu with a y/n that gets super flustered around her! like, she just stutters and fumbles over her words, her face getting all red just because mizu may have looked at her a certain way. she's bad at hiding her obvious crush, but mizu finds it endearing, even cute! she allows herself to be a bit of a tease to y/n, knowing she'll get super red! your fics are super cute, I'd love to see how you'd portray this dynamic!

𝐀 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟭𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗜 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹!

In the quaint village nestled amidst the serene snow-covered landscape of Mihonoseki, a delicate dance unfolded in the chilly air, unseen but felt by those caught in its subtle web. Amongst the bustling streets and traditional wooden structures, Mizu, a captivating figure with a mischievous glint in her eyes, held a certain fascination for one in particular—you.

The snowy month painted the village a monochrome masterpiece, the soft flakes of snowfall transforming everything into a serene dreamscape. Mizu, with her flowing dark hair and piercing eyes that mirrored the deep winter night, seemed to effortlessly command attention wherever she went. It was not pleasant.

You, however, found yourself ensnared by more than just the beauty of the season.

One chilly afternoon, as the village bustled with activity, a festival was underway, bringing together children and adults alike to wish for a better year. Hanging their desires, wants, and wishes on a tree was a cherished tradition.

The village was filled with joyous chatter, and laughing children created a symphony of happiness. Various stalls displayed an array of food and trinkets that had you in awe. However, amidst the vibrant festivities, you failed to notice the lingering stare of someone.

“Such a pretty hair jewel! Did you make them?” You asked the owner of a stall, gently picking up a delicate hairpin with their hands.

The stall owner, an elderly woman with a warm smile, nodded and began sharing the story behind each meticulously crafted piece. As you listened intently, a shadow fell over the scene. Mizu had silently approached, her eyes fixated on the interaction between you and the stall owner.

Unbeknownst to you, Mizu had been observing from afar, her curiosity piqued by the genuine interest you displayed in the artisan's work. The mischievous glint in Mizu's eyes intensified as she silently decided to join the conversation.

“Ah, those are exquisite pieces indeed,” Mizu chimed in, her voice like a soft breeze carrying a hint of mystery. You turned, startled by her sudden presence.

Mizu continued, her gaze locked with yours, "I couldn't help but notice your keen eye for beauty. Perhaps," Mizu's eyes sparkled, and with a sly grin, she plucked a delicate snowflake-shaped hairpin from the display.

"This one," she declared, seemingly confident in her choice. "It's like a piece of winter captured in silver and crystals."

With a quick motion, she gracefully slid the hairpin into your hair, her fingers brushing against your locks. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but meet her gaze, finding a world of mystery in those deep, piercing eyes.

"It suits you."

The festival's joyful ambience seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them in a suspended moment, like snowflakes frozen in midair. The sword wielder’s action caught you off guard, face burst into a flushed tone, you froze. Struggling to voice out a reply.

Grinning at your baffled state she leaned in, beside your ear her voice a soft whisper only you could hear over the festive clamour. 

"You look beautiful." 

You could feel the weight of Mizu's words hanging in the air, the roughness of her voice adding to the enchantment of the moment. The festival's vibrant colours and cheerful sounds dimmed as the atmosphere between the two of you intensified. The delicate snowflake hairpin glistened in your hair, catching the soft glow of the surrounding lanterns.

The flush of warmth spread across your cheeks worsen, you spoke in stammers as Mizu pulled away, her sly grin turning into a gentle smile.

"Than– Thank you, Mizu. You didn't have to buy this for, me." You gazed down at your hands, fiddeling with the digits to keep you distracted from the womans close proximity.

The festival noises gradually seeped back into your awareness, but Mizu's presence remained magnetic. She slyly grabbed a hold of your hand as the other was placed behind the small of your back, gesturing towards the lively stalls and the swirling dancers with a tilt of her head, "Shall we explore the festival together? There's so much more to see, and I'd love your company."

Her invitation hung in the air like a promise of further adventures. With a nod, too stunned to utter a word, you found yourself drawn into the flow of the festival by Mizu's side. The vibrant lights, the tantalizing aroma of festival treats, and the lively music enveloped you both as you meandered through the bustling crowd.

Every now and then, your eyes would meet, which you’d avoid in embarrassment, gaze now fixated on the snow-covered path. Mizu couldn't help but be amused by your bashful demeanour. Her laughter, like wind chimes on a crisp winter day, rang through the air. "You're charmingly shy," she remarked, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. 

"For whatever reason you think it is– stop, stop teasing!”

Mizu's giggle, like a playful melody, filled the air. She leaned back, her gaze meeting yours with a glint of amusement. "Teasing? Me?" she said, feigning innocence, but her eyes betrayed a subtle mischief. "Perhaps a little."

Your playful retort, breaking through the lingering shyness. "You are oddly playful, and I'm getting concerned. Bring my Mizu back." With a turn of your head, facing away from the woman with crossed arms while you huffed.

Her sly grin persisted but now softened with a touch of sincerity. "I can't help but indulge in a bit of fun, especially when your emotions are so effortlessly displayed on your face."

Your heart skipped a beat as Mizu's fingers gently guided your chin, redirecting your gaze to meet hers. The warmth in her eyes seemed to deepen, capturing a sincerity that echoed in her words. The festival's enchantment, once a mere backdrop, now felt like a cocoon enveloping the two of you in a world of shared secrets.

A playful smile played on Mizu's lips as she continued, her voice a whispered melody in the winter night. "There she is," she breathed, as if uncovering a hidden treasure. "You look so endearing right now, how could your Mizu not resist?"

The compliment lingered in the air, creating a moment suspended in time. The festival's vibrant energy seemed to ebb away, leaving only the soft glow of lanterns and the gentle fall of snowflakes. It was as if the world had paused, allowing the connection between you and Mizu to deepen.

Mizu's hand, still cradling your chin, traced a delicate path down, along the veins of your neck, the dip of your collarbone, till she reached the smooth supple skin of your hand, where her fingers interlocked with yours. The touch was tender, a silent promise woven into the fabric of the winter night. As you sat side by side, the festival transformed into a canvas for a shared story, each moment etched with the magic of the unexpected.

The night beckoned with a sense of wonder and anticipation, and Mizu, with a glance filled with unspoken promises, suggested, "Shall we continue our exploration of this enchanting night? There's still so much more to discover, and I'd like nothing more than to have you by my side."

[misc-obeyme]

Hey CC! So for the Drabble I was hoping Levi with the prompt: illuminate please? With MC! :3

(-@amberrskiies)

Hi, Amber!

Okay it's time for more fluff with this guy because awww he's so cute and I can't help myself. I'm glad someone requested him because I feel like I'm getting better at writing his character! I used to really struggle with it lol!

Thanks for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Leviathan with prompt illuminate

Warnings: none!

Leviathan slowly blinks his eyes open. It's dark in his room, and he can't remember when he ended up in his tub. Hadn't he been playing video games with you? Were you still there or had you left him asleep and returned to your own room? These thoughts swirl in his groggy mind as he tries to pull himself out of the heaviness of sleep.

Eventually, he's able to roll over enough to peek above the edge of his tub. He sucks in a breath.

You're still there.

Not far away from where he is, you're curled up with one of his pillows and an Azuki-tan plushie. A video game controller is on the floor in front of you. The TV is still on, displaying the game you were playing on pause. The screen has dimmed, which happens when you're inactive for too long. The light is just barely enough to illuminate your outline.

Levi takes in the way the blue light from the TV traces your cheek as your body moves up and down with your breathing. Azuki-tan is in your arms, but loosely. Just enough for you to hold on, but not enough to crush the plushie. Your head is on one of the pillows from his tub, just barely obscuring the face of Ruri-chan on the pillowcase.

You're missing a blanket. You look cold. And likely the floor is a hard place for you to be sleeping. You'll wake up with an aching body if you stay there all night.

Levi watches you and considers his options. He begins to blush profusely at the idea of picking you up and even more at the thought of putting you in his tub. He has to hold in his noise of complaint when he thinks about joining you there. It's too much! His poor heart!

For a moment, Leviathan waits. He has to gather himself for this. He's nervous and he doesn't want to wake you, but his concern about your well being outweighs his fears.

Carefully, Levi gets out of the tub. He saves the game and turns off the console. The room grows even darker as the TV goes black. There's just enough light from the gentle glow of the aquarium for him to see you by.

He takes a deep breath and lifts you from the floor, cradling you in his arms. If you were awake, you would likely protest. You might even say something about being too heavy, which would have made him laugh. Even the heaviest of humans are no match for demon strength. But that means he has to be extra careful because you are so delicate.

He carries you to the tub and hesitates. He could put you in and sleep on the floor himself. It would probably be better for his anxiety if he did that. But he can also almost hear you asking him why he didn't sleep with you in the tub. And if he's being honest, he wants to do exactly that.

Levi lowers himself into the tub first, taking you with him. He's blushing like crazy as you naturally settle on top of him, your body between his legs, your head on his chest. Your warmth is comforting as he pulls the blankets over you. Azuki-tan is still snuggled in your arms.

For a moment, Levi regards you there, barely visible in the dim light of his room. Then he closes his eyes, letting his heartbeat sync with yours, letting that rhythm lull him back into slumber.

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