#cozy pillow shrimp

[delphi-shield]

early morning reverie

jill x reader - morning sex - mdni

jill wakes at the first bleat of your alarm. you doze peacefully next to her, undisturbed by the gentle chiming. she's not surprised; she's been a light sleeper since adolescence, a habit only reinforced by her service in the army and chiseled into her bones by countless missions with the BSAA.

she rolls onto your side of the bed, swipes your alarm away, and settles back to admire your features in the darkness. she's unused to your apartment, to the softness of your bed and the way your body warms the space next to her. she'd spent the night with you before, was used to you tossing and turning - but that had been at her apartment.

it hadn't been out of avoidance, but she'd barely spent any time at your place. it just came naturally to offer her home up to you. you've never had shrimp scampi? come over. jill would make it for you. long day at work? poor thing. come over, relax with her; let her make it better. jill had quickly gotten addicted to your presence in her home, your toothbrush next to hers, spare clothes tucked under the pillow of her bed.

but there was something sickeningly cozy about your home. you had to work in the morning, insisted that you didn't want to bother her on a rare day off, but jill had waved your concern away. she'd wanted to see your routines. to see what life could be like if you kept her around. she couldn't escape you in your own home, every corner filled with reminders of your presence. it was obsessive, maybe, to think about pocketing some of your tchotchkes to sprinkle around the countertops of her own apartment, but the thought lingers all the same.

a second alarm chimes in. she swipes it away without a thought. it's totally normal to have a back up alarm. her arm settles at your waist, admiring the peaceful smile on your face as you sleep.

by the time alarm number seven goes off, jill has had enough.

her face stays buried in her pillow. her arm flops over your chest, hand groping on the other side of you for your phone. she's tempted to fling it against the wall, see if that would get you up, but she resists. jill squints against the brightness. she holds your phone an inch from her face, swatting your alarm away.

next alarm: 5min

"what the fuck," she whispers in the dark.

how many alarms could you possibly need? you shift next to her, mattress dipping as you roll onto your side. that peaceful expression seems dastardly now. you're messing with her. got to be. you've probably been awake this whole time.

she whispers your name, your phone still clutched in her hand. nothing. she nudges your shoulder gently, trying to rouse you. if it's not some stupid joke, then you sleep like a dead man.

no movement. jill knows the panic jumpstarting her heart, the hint of adrenaline that sends spikes through her extremities, is uncalled for. you're both safe, tucked away in your bed. but beds don't stop tragedy any more than prayer stops sin.

she tucks a finger under your nose, waits for the soft puff of breath against her skin. just to be sure.

you're alive, all right. just sleeping like some kind of maniac. jill curls around you, knotting your limbs together. if she's going to be kept awake by your barrage of alarms, then she's going to be comfortable.

her noise buries into your hair. it's impossible to escape your scent, but she wants it straight from the source. she's surrounded by you. it's just another reason to come over more often.

you wiggle in her arms, a little more actively than just turning in your sleep. a smile tugs at her lips. so she could wake you up, but the cacophony of alarms did nothing? she gets a weird rush from the feeling.

your hips squirm against hers. the rush she gets from that isn't weird or foreign at all. jill swallows thickly. she reaches up to turn off the eighth alarm in advance. she shifts lower on the bed, peppering your skin with soft kisses.

"why do you have 13 alarms set?" jill noses along the junction of your shoulder and neck. her hair tickles your nose, makes you giggle. the sound is a slow fizz.

"i don't wanna sleep through 'em," you mumble into her hair.

your arm loops over her waist, heavy with sleep. your hand splays wide against her back, rubbing slowly along the muscled planes with a warm touch that melts her against you. jill slips further down your body. she palms the point of your hip, hitching your leg around her. your hips roll into her more powerfully. you scooch closer, pussy pressed tight against her thigh.

"you slept through them anyway."

"i usually wake up by the eighth one."

jill laughs, breath puffing warm against your skin. she keeps your phone close by, just in case she needs to swat away any more alarms. you have to work, she reminds herself. you'll have to leave bed some time soon. by her count, though, you've still got five alarms to go.

it's almost mindless, the way you're grinding against her. half-asleep and still using her body. she doesn't know if she's trained you well, or if you're just like this naturally. she doesn't know which gets her more wet.

"feel good?" jill murmurs.

you whine in the back of your throat, squirm closer to her. her palm glides to your front, long fingers trailing against your skin to palm your pussy. heat radiates off of you. jill knows if you put your hand against her you'll find the same, but it's not your hand she craves.

she draws her thigh back from you. you grip her biceps, nails biting into her skin. she swears she hears you grumble 'no' against her neck.

"gonna show you something," she shushes. her poor, impatient baby. jill hooks an arm under your knee and spreads you wide.

"ow," you grumble. jill strokes your thigh, watches your leg pull back to a more comfortable angle. "what're you doin'?"

“you gotta do some stretches," jill chuckles. "trust me. it's gonna feel good."

her hands pinch the fat of your hips, pressing you down into the mattress. she kisses you again, her tongue sliding into your mouth.

jill positions herself over you, a hand against your knee to keep you spread, coaxing you a little wider. jill knows you too well. knows your nerves, can tell by way your skin warms beneath her hands. it's cute, the way she can still get you worked up. she lines herself up carefully, one leg kneeling. she finds your clit with her hand first, rolling the pad of her thumb against it. you're worked up enough for this, and god knows she is, clit pulsing.

she lowers herself to you, drawing your leg up to her shoulder. the change in angle is just right, lines her clit up with yours perfectly. her fingers stroke your ankle. she takes a moment, watches the lights turn on behind your eyes in the dark of your room. let you adjust, she reminds herself. don't pound you into the mattress the very first time.

“don't hold your breath,” she says. her hips draw lazy figure eights against you. the nervous coil in your chest unspools, melts into a heat that drops in your belly.

it doesn't take long after that. it never does. once she gets you to breathe easy, the relaxation in your bones quickly turns liquid, turns you into this soft, curious little puddle that soaks up sensation and churns out the prettiest noises she's ever heard. you let her guide you first, observing, learning. then you replicate her movements on a smaller scale.

pleasure makes you bolder. her clit back and forth against yours has jill's fingers dimpling your flesh. your hips buck into hers in short, lazy thrusts, back arched and head pressed back into the pillow. jill can see it-- fuck, she can feel it, the slow heat pulsing through you and into her, the fuzzy feeling ending in your fingertips that makes you grip the sheets.

“there you go,” jill breathes. she strokes your cheek with the backs of her fingers, leans down to kiss you deeply.

your mind swirls in a languid tailspin. you're so used to having the pleasure ripped out of you, the earth crumbling beneath your feet, that you don't recognize the slow, searing heat spreading through you for what it is. the pleasure envelopes you; it drains out as slowly as it built, leaves you breathless by the time you even realize you've cum, cunt clenching, clit pulsing against jill's.

jill's hands brace against your ribs. she presses her chest against your, hips changing angles against yours. you roll onto your side together, legs tangled.

"what the fuck," you whisper against her lips, kissing her as she laughs. she's just as breathless as you, you realize. pleasure bubbles up from your core, champagne fizz in your blood.

"like it?" jill shifts your leg over her hip again. you came, but she's still right there, skin hot and tight, nerves shuddering with every brush.

"mhm." you mouth at her neck, your hips angling against hers until she locks you in place.

your alarm blares next to her head. jill swears under her breath, nose scrunching.

"how much time do you have?"

you squint at the screen, blinking like a newborn kitten. "like, ten minutes."

good enough. jill grips your chin, drags you back to her. she kisses you hard, teeth clicking, all her early-morning restraint bowing under the weight of her need.

"you gonna make me cum like this," she bucks her hips against yours, nearly rolling you onto your back, "or am i gonna sit on your face?"

"face," you say, no hesitation. you kiss her once more before rolling onto your back. almost forgot your manners -- "please."

you don't need any extra instruction for this part. you'll skip the perfume on your way out the door. why would you want to dilute the scent of jill?

[little-mouse-gardens]

Did two little blurbs for my girl Marcy and Donatello based on some prompts I found on Pinterest.

Just some fluff of these two sillies xd

Starting with the first one, the prompt being afternoon naps

“Finally. Sweet, sweet. sweet, that’s three sweets my dear, peace and quiet” he murmured, carefully dimming the lights of his laboratory to a soft golden glow with just a few simple taps onto his tech gauntlet. Shifting over to pull his hoodie closer around his upper half as he rolled over to look at Marcy. A sleepy smirk appearing on his face as he watched her settle in for a nap.

She looked so cozy. Her short curls slightly tussled from burying herself in the pillows. Her glasses settled on a little tripod stand next to their hammock alongside her phone. Her beautiful brown eyes half lidded. So close to sleep yet staying away to bundle herself up in the weighted blanket.

Stars above she was so prefect to him. Something about that sleepy expression on her face was so..beautiful to him. He couldn’t explain it really, but he always deduced it was just him enjoying seeing her in such a comfy position after a long day of work and projects for the both of them was just perfect in his eyes

Marcy didn’t even have to look away from her fairy lights to know he was staring at her. The feeling of his eyes on her unmistakable in her mind as she shifted around to lay on her side facing him. Despite her pretty blurred vision, she could already spot that sweet grin on his face. A grin filled with the pure affection he held for her, which always made her cheeks flush red and made her brain turn to mush.

“Hmmm, whatcha staring at don-ton? Thought ya wanted to nap” she yawned, a playful chuckle escaping her as she watched him snap out of his daze and embarrassed flush paint his scales. Slowly shuffling over so she was resting in his arms. Enjoying the warmth and comfort of his embrace as he rested her head on his plastron, causing a low churr to leave him. Trying not to giggle when she saw his tail wagging.

“Hmmm, I will” he murmured, Burying his face in her hair, “just wanted to stay up and admire your lovely smile a little longer, dearest”

And then we have our second one and the prompt was sprawled out on the floor with the fan on and the lights out

“donnie”

“No-“

“Don-ton you’ve got to fix the air conditioning-“

“I will….but even a genius like me cannot find the motivation to go and fix that cheap air conditioner”

Marcy had to fight the urge to slide her hands down her face in frustration as she lay sprawled out across his plastron. Legs tangled up with his own on a pile of pillows he gathered to cushion his softshell as he gestured for Sheldon to have the fan face them again. Silently thankful, with the lights off, that his lab was cool as she took a quick sip of some water.

The summer humidity and heat that had built in the lair making her feel like a boiled shrimp as he cleaned her glasses off for the fifth time. Her cheeks flushed a burnt rosey hue as she shifted around so she was facing him while laying on his chest. A slightly deadpan expression on her face as she rested her head on her arms. “your hot too. I can tell” she said, taking the paper fan she had in her bag and unfurling it to let a cool breeze caress his face as she moved it.

Donatello couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh of content as he felt the gentle breeze on his scales. His hands carefully massaging and tapping small shapes across her back through the fabric of her t-shirt. His exhausted mind Enjoying the peace of the moment in this dreadful heat, “oh really? How so mar-mar? I’ve been cool this whole time” he teased, opening his eyes to admire her flushed cheeks and the way her curls seem to frame her face in little ringlets from the humidity, “and if I’m being honest, I haven’t even broken a sweat”

Marcy couldn’t help but roll her eyes slightly at his arrogance. A small grin on her face as she reached her free hand up to his cheek, “yeaahhh, riigghht” she drawled, her voice teasing as he felt the warmth emanating from his smooth scales. The flush coming to his cheeks at the way she was cupping his face getting a chuckle out of her, “and it wasn’t that was whining and grumbling about the heat exactly fifteen minutes ago?”

[autisticempathydaemon]

hi, i was hoping to do one of the redacted matchup thingies, they’re so fun :) I’M SO SORRY THIS IS A PAGE LONG AAAAGH

i’m just gonna lead with the miscellaneous stuff (WOW i spelled that without spell check. didn’t know i could do that.) i’m a young adult bi dude. apparently i’m quiet but snarky and people say my humor is very dry (i have a monotone voice and am Very Committed To The Bit.). i used to have really bad anger issues to the point that davey pre-character arc is more relatable than he should be (even though my parents are alive. they’re just shit). i try to dress kinda grungy? but also whatever’s cozy/comfortable and in neutral/dark colors (except red! i like red, my hair is dyed neon red) i used to have cptsd so bad i basically didn’t leave the house for two years. i think it was like agoraphobia or something? there were delusions in there too. i’m much better now though.

usually the kind of stuff i listen to is loud angry rock music (fave song is hysteria by muse) or slightly older pop music (florence and the machine, MARINA) but the last few days i’ve been on a newer pop kick and i’ve been playing “Good Luck, Babe!” by chappell roan on repeat and it makes me want to scream on a windswept seaside cliff during a storm. specifically the bit from 2:15 to ~3:10 in the song. i know it’s a banger when it makes me want to scream on a cliff or punch something.

INTP? is that an enneagram? (“you’re telling me a shrimp fried this rice?”-sounding sentence, sorry)

not really video essays but i love listening to someone summarize books i never plan to read (i like the ones by cari can read or lexi aka newlynova.)

i didn’t have an imaginary friend? i’m incredibly autistic + adhd so i was daydreaming constantly to a near maladaptive extent but i never had One Consistent Thing that i thought was real.

i have to mash my face into the pillow for a bit to decompress and then i can sleep how i normally do, sleeping on my side in a way that’s probably very bad for my shoulders. (i am an adult dude and i hold a stuffed bunny who i haven’t given a name every night to go to sleep. maybe ill name the bunny after whatever character you give me)

my name is stolen from the love interest of a YA steampunk novel (a young victorian gentleman who wears eyeliner), because his character description just fits me so well, as well as the name itself just looking cool written down

my fave audio is probably the smash bros tournament :D. it literally convinced me to buy the game lol

it’s a good thing i’m anonymous cause i just do not get the gavin or caelum hype. i’m too possessive to date an incubus/ someone who will fuck other people. and i hate children so caelum is just past my threshold for kid-esque behavior that i’m willing to deal with. i’m also really not a fan of the yanderes/evil ones. other people can go ahead and like them, they just stress me out more which is the opposite of what i want.

knives out :D. the detective movie

i would friend the HELL out of asher. i just wanna play games with the man that’s all i ask

i don’t really get food at gas stations but whenever i go to a cafe i am probably getting something strawberry related (lemonade, a smoothie, etc) and a breakfast sandwich

the playlist “songs to get obliterated by a black hole to” is my pride and joy. i fucking love space and sci fi (that’s the thing i’d ramble about too)

my guilty pleasure media is the official gender-swapped twilight (puts my head in my hands) I KNOW.

I sent an anon for matchup earlier (I mentioned a stuffed bunny) and said I didn’t know what an enneagram was and I just looked it up and did a quiz and apparently I’m type 6? Idk how accurate that is but there you go (also I’m sorry if I was trauma dumping/oversharing I was restless from being inside all day whoopsie)

I’m a sucker for a good black cat/golden retriever sort of pairing, you know? Tack that onto you being a Type Six, and I’ve just got to pair you with Huxley!

Type Sixes are characterized by a desire for stability and security, for dependability, and who’s more reliable than Huxley? This also works with your self-described possessive nature in that Huxley would be the best partner to never trigger that nature, to never make you doubt or toe your boundaries. I also love him for you because we know Huxley canonically is a calming, relieving presence in the face of anger and conflict, which makes him even more perfect for you! (Also I think your grunge fashion sense would contrast so cutely with his casual, gym-bro style.)

Huxley would be so fun to be with! He’s no Asher, but he’d be a great gaming buddy, happy to show you all the Smash tips and tricks for when he introduces you to his family. Speaking of family, Huxley’s moms would just adore you for making their son happy. I can see him taking you to the east coast to meet them and taking you on the hiking and camping trails of his youth. It’d be a lovely time of you showing him the stars and constellations at night and maybe even him finding a cliff for you to sing Chappell Roan off of.

Song:

And I hold you every night/ And that's a feeling I wanna get used to/ But there's no man as terrified/ As the man who stands to lose you/ Oh, I hope I don't lose you

It was so fun to look for a pop-rock song that would make you want to scream or punch something, and I hope this fits the bill. The first chorus extremely hits on top of being a beautiful love song, and I think it wouldn’t be out of place on a road trip with Huxley in the driver’s seat or by a gorgeous cliffside.

Runner-ups:

Aaron and Sam are your runner-ups for a lot of similar reasons. They both also have drier senses of humor, so I think you could vibe and hold to a bit with either of them. I headcanon both of them wearing red often (Sam, a red-checked flannel and Aaron, a red polo a la his thumbnails), so you could match. I also headcanon both of them actively wanting to be child-free, so you’d be compatible in that aspect. Aaron outranks Sam just slightly because I think he’d offer more stability and security given his occupation and Unempowered status.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[kimaswork]

Thoma x male!Reader

He finds you sad about something and cheers you up the best way he knows how (you decide)

I feel like Thoma would be a good singer and would be a sweetheart and sing to you until you calmed down. He just gives off the vibe of a loving mother y'know? I love him so much <3

In your shared room you were laying on the bed with your arms curled around a pillow as if it it would grow legs and leave you. Your day sucked, to say the least.

Tsukumomono groceries hired a new worker who you had the misfortune of training. They were around high-school age but they had a very entitled attitude to them. But despite the immense disrespect they showed, they still kept their place in the business.

Because with all the rude remarks and snide comments they threw your way they were young and cute, which brought in more customers than average. So they stayed since business was doing so well, which made your days forward hell.

Today however, was terrible, much worse than days prior.

☆•○●○•☆•○●○•☆

You were stocking up display shelves and pulling items in from the back, when you saw your coworker leaving on the counter chatting with someone. Leaning over you saw they were talking to people that seemed to be their age so you just thought they were friends and let it be.

Continuing your work, they got comfortable and louder, making it easier for you to listen in on them.

"So how's the new job?"

"It's not bad, I don't gotta do much. Just put up with the old man they stuck me with."

You clenched the cans in your hands but said nothing as you kept working. What could you do? It's not like you could go over and tell them to stop, it would outwardly look as if you were refusing customers.

"Damn, that's gotta suck."

"Yeah, the old dudes everywhere- Always stocking, cleaning, doing something. He's such a try hard."

You never hated anyone per sé, but at times like these you really did consider dumping the shrimp in your hands down this girls front.

"Hah- Fuckin' loser."

And that's what it took. Some were quick to anger, but not you. You were quick to sadness. Depression ran deep in your family and most medications didn't cut it, they helped but not enough. So by that point you spoke with Aoi and clocked out early.

Which leads to where we are now, with you on the bed trying to hold in anymore sobs as you heard the front door unlock. "____? ____, Hun, you home?" Thomas voice chimed through the air, making you sit up and clear your throat to respond with a croaky. "Here-"

Moments later, after hearing rustling and approaching footsteps, the door to your bedroom opened. "Hey baby, on the way home Aoi stopped me, said my boy had to go home early. What's wrong?" He pried gently as he sat on the bed. Tossing the pillow to the foot of the bed you made your way to your husband. Pulling him by the shoulders to lay down.

"Another rough day Hun?" He asks as you lay next to him. He places his hand on ue cheek and wipes away the dried tear tracks on your face. You nod in response. "Can you tell me about it?" You look down at his clothes, fiddling with the fluffy tassel he had on his left shoulder. He nodded, taking your lack of response as your answer.

"C'mere-" He huffs as he pulls you up and drags you both towards the headboard to cozy up. Thoma wraps the blankets around the both of you before pulling your head to rest on his chest. "My boy's been working too hard anyways, he needs a break." He says as he rakes his fingers through your hair, working through whatever knots were in there.

Nestled into his side you felt a sense of relief and calm wash over you that you haven't felt in a while. Before you had noticed the soft humming the was rumbling from his chest beneath you, you soon heard his soothing, gentle voice softly singing to you. His voice was softer than a feather and sweeter than a sweet flowers nectar. He relaxed you until your eyes shut and you soon drifted asleep on him, your problems nothing more than a leaf in the wind now.

[bloodhoundluke]

wake me up when september ends ✧ luke hemmings

description: it's been 12 years since your father passed away. when september comes around, you feel extremely sad about him no longer being there with you. luke, your boyfriend, tries to comfort you and be the best partner one can be in the situation.

pairing: gf!reader x luke hemmings

warnings: angst, grief, death, luke bein' an absolute fluffball (let me know if there's anything else).

word count: 1,1k.

a/:n: this is a songfic, inspired by wake me up when september ends by green day. i love this song to bits. this is a personal (and at times specific in terms of details i guess) one, so this is somewhat based on my own experiences of grief. also, this is written in the first person (i don't really know if i like it, but i figured that'd be the best option). if you spot any mistakes (e.g. grammar), please do let me know!

y/n = your name & y/n/n = your nickname

Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last Wake me up when September ends

/ /

Here comes the rain again Falling from the stars Drenched in my pain again Becoming who we are

/ /

As my memory rests But never forgets what I lost Wake me up when September ends

The first drops of rain crumbled down the living room window. Every year, when August slipped away in a heartbeat, and September came to replace it, I felt melancholic. Today, it's been twelve years of not seeing him. Twelve years since he fell asleep so quietly and delicately, to a sleep, which he'd never wake up from. The disease that stripped him away from me, was called lung cancer. "Keep your head up. You'll pass it, I know it". I told him about my upcoming exams at school at the age of 13. On his remaining breaths, midst of incredible physical and emotional pain, he still chose to support me. He chose to show love, sympathy, and kindness. And that's the legacy that's left of him. I wanted to continue that legacy, by showing everyone else the kindness and support he showed me, his one and only daughter. He was my biggest cheerleader, and the only one I ever really even needed. Or wanted. Hand-written notes, old photographs, and countless memories were all that is left of him. I keep them in a memory box under my bed. Every time I grieve him, I open that box and browse through everything that is in there. When I was a little girl, on some days, I dreamt of him walking me down the aisle. The two most important male figures in my life would shake their hands, and smile at each other gracefully. My father would shed a few tears, not even attempting to wipe them away. He hated crying in front of me - not because he didn't want to show any emotion, but because he didn't want me to worry. "You've got other stuff to worry about than me, your old pa, my petal".

For the past three years, Luke has shown me the same kindness for me that my father showed me. In that sense, they resembled each other.

I told Luke about my father when we had dated for briefly four months. It was a dark, rainy Friday night. We had a pasta night, which we usually did on Fridays when we were together. We took our turns preparing different kinds of pasta dishes, but after a few weeks, we got tired of preparing the meals alone. So we decided to cook together on our pasta Fridays. That Friday, we were eating shrimp pasta in Luke's living room. This time for the past two years, he has been extremely delicate with me. Patient and even more caring than usual. To the public, he seemed somewhat reserved, so this teddy bearish side of him at first surprised me. Last year, he went to pick up my favorite Italian take-out. He made a cozy fort full of blankets and pillows for us to lay on and watch silly tv shows. "We've got to be kids sometime, yeh?", he half-laughed, and closed me in a tight, warm embrace. "I love you so much, Y/N/N", he mumbled to my ear as we were cuddling, me being the little spoon (for once), under the numerous blankets.

And the year before, we did things my father loved in memory of him. For breakfast, we ate blueberry pancakes while listening to old rock songs. We played football for an hour or so, despite the fact Luke and I both were terrible at it. His lanky and clumsy legs and my terrible coordination skills were not that great of a combo. As the day turned to the evening, we went out to purchase fishing gear and went fishing. Luke got a few trouts, I didn't get any despite trying. At night, we read old comic books together in bed and drank black tea. He even played and sung one of my father's favorite songs, I Was Made for Lovin' You by KISS. "Lu, thank you for today, I really mean it". "Of course, anything for you, my love".

This year, the anniversary of my father's death landed on Friday. Secretly I wished that I didn't have to engage in our pasta Friday today. "What pasta do you want to eat today?", Luke put his arms around from behind. He rested his head on my left shoulder and kissed my cheek gently. "Don't really know, Lu. Got nothing in my mind", I said. "Alrighty, then. D'you want to skip pasta Friday?". "I dunno. Maybe. Yeah. If it's okay for you? I am not exactly in the mood to cook". "Of course, Y/N. Today's all about you. Whatever you need", he said as his light brownish beard stubble tickled the side of my face. "Hey, Lu, your beard is tickling, aaaahh". "D'you like it?", he giggled. "Not exactly", I laughed as he continued to rub his beard stubble on my face. "Mmmh, okay", he backed away and made his way to grab his phone from the kitchen counter. "I ordered some Italian take-out. Hope you don't mind", he smiled. "For me?" "Yes, you silly, for you", he closed me in a bear hug. "You're touchier than usual", I stated. "Is it okay that I am? The last thing I want for you is to be uncomfortable. I just want to make you feel extra loved today. It's a hard day, today, y'know. Wanna show you how much I care for you." "It's okay, Lu", I sighed, and it felt like a switch in my brain went off.

The tears came streaming down my face and I couldn't control myself. I don't really know why I am sobbing this uncontrollably. Is it the grief? Is it because I am grateful for Luke? Maybe it's both. Is it because I've got a million things on my mind? I should do the laundry, finish a few job tasks, and call my best friend. I am sure I even forgot something that's on my to-do list. "Mmh, cry it out, baby. It's okay, I promise", he caressed my hair as I sobbed against his hoodie-covered chest.

"This month feels like an ever-lasting reminder of him not being here, y'know?" "I understand. That's gotta be tough, my darling. But know he's proud of you. So, so, so proud. I would've loved to meet him, he sounded like an incredible person". "Mmmh, he was. He was amazing, the best person to exist, hands down", I mumbled as he caressed my hands with his thumbs in a circling motion, ever so gently.

"But, you're an amazing guy, too. Luke, thanks for being so understanding. I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend than you", I smiled to him, and he smiled back at me gently. His eyes closed for the briefest moment, and he looked me into my eyes. "I know I haven't been the best boyfriend, not always. But I love you with every fiber of my being, that's something I swear on", he got closer to my face and pecked my forehead, not once, but twice.

"I love you, Lu".

"I know, baby", he murmured, his eyes sparkling and voice full of softness. Then and there, I realized that getting to know and love Luke was undeniably the best part of my life.

ps. i don't even know what kind of things i'd do to hear Luke singing I Was Made for Lovin' You 🥺 and do i even know know to write something other than fluff lol?

© 2022 bloodhoundluke.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph, May I know #10 your favorite texture in food and fabric? I love soft things, like a warm hearty stew, soup, and porridge; rayon and silk are my favorite.

(referencing this post)

OH GOSH, uhm, yeah, same I think. And CRUNCHY. Like, as I'm writing this, I'm CRAVING the CRONCH of popcorn. I just really like salty crunchy textures. But "soft" in the sense you said for soup YES, but NOT soft like shrimp. I HATE the texture of seafood in general and it makes me squicky.

CUDDLY is my fave fabric. Like I LOVE being wrapped up in a big cozy fleecy blankie. And pillows. Like I can't sleep without a pillow to hug and a blankie to cuddle up in. AHHHHHH.

Thank you for asking, Lovely!!

[oreo-creampie]

Hello! You've been tagged! You don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but if you'd like, ist 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Learn to know your mutuals and followers! also, heylo

Thank you! 💕 this was so much fun and so cuuute

1. My hubby! His warm comforting hugs, his goofy smiles, his soft long dark hair, the way he kisses my forehead and holds me before we fall asleep. When he makes food for me, how he helps me clean up the house paying attention to how I want things done and doing it as such. His big dick-

1. I had to do another one cause my furbabies I adore all of them so much. Along with the one at my work which is too feral to catch and put into my home so I’ll do my best to make them a home there.

2. Sun rise or sun set, the moon, the trees swaying in the wind, owls hooting, crickets chirping, birds chirping, the smell of burning fire wood, the smell before a storm, the feel of rocks, earth and grass beneath my feet. The sparkle of a lake when the sun or moon hits it. The glittering stars in the sky, the soft fluffy clouds, low hanging fog, thick dark gray clouds. Soft rain, heavy rain, gentle snow that swirls before landing. Blowing in fuzzy wishing flowers, finding mushrooms and ant hills.

3. Cozy warm blankets out of a dryer, a giant pillow that is half my size that firm offering good neck support but let’s my head sink in. Feeling my cats tiny paws as they walk across the bed finding a place to lay around my hubby and I.

4. Chocolate, caramel, coffee, fruit smooths, yummy warm fried shrimp, sushi especially if it has crab and or shrimp. Garlic bed with thick cheesy on it. Curry that as my nose running as I try and chase the spiciness with a mango lassi. Thick fat steak burgers with some salty ass fries. A fruit salad, or the house salad they give right before my sushi.

5. Sharing something with a friend/my hubby, making a positive memory to look back on.

[council--board]

hey man i think rqs are open rn?(sorry if not)

could i get Shrimp from The Upturned with like blankets and pillows or plushies and stuff like cozy

is this a kin board because it's literally me? idk how those work

hope you're doing good👍

- 🏺

I'm a bit tired at the moment but is this right? it's the only one that pops up so I would assume

[KIN] Shrimp from The Upturned stimboard

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[emyluwinter]

Bedtime stories.

On the night of Jamil overblot, both Mc and Grimm and the Octa-trio had to spend the night in Scarabia.

Mc and Grimm were sleeping on the floor, not without Azul help. But the Mc just didn't want to be in any more debt to him.

At night, Grimm has a nightmare and twitches his paws in his sleep. MC feels it and wakes up.

- Hey..Grimm..it's all good. It's a dream. - Mc gently pulled Grimm into his arms, wrapping him in a hug.

Grimm is still sleepy, almost crying.

- Yuuu....a huge snake wanted to devour me. No matter how much I burned it, it still came back.

- You fought her bravely, Grimm - Yuu whispered softly, so as not to wake the others.

- it's just a dream, there aren't any snakes here. Try to sleep today was a very hard day.

- Yuu I want a story! - Grimm suddenly exclaimed in a whisper.

- Eh?But you'll fall asleep towards the end.

- I want a story, otherwise I won't fall asleep without it - to say Grimm settled more comfortably under the blanket and looked at Yuu with expectation.

- All right, all right, What story should I tell..hmm..how about the ugly duckling?

- m? Why such a strange name?

- It's a fairy tale that you can't judge by appearance. Even if it's very different from what you're used to.

- That sounds weird.

- At first, yes, but by the end of the story you will understand the essence. Or I'll explain it to you.

And so Yuu began to whisper a story about Hans Christian Andersen's Ugly Duckling, Yuu knew many fairy tales and stories from his own world. Yuu soft gentle whisper filled the room with an interesting and exciting story. Grimm loved this time, never repeating Yuu interesting stories, their warmth when the room is still cool. Light laughter and infinitely cozy moments.

Grimm listened to every word with delight,but towards the end he finally fell asleep. Grimm had never been able to listen to the end, and this time was no exception.

- And then duckling decided to take a chance..oh, you fell asleep after all, my friend. - Noticing that Grimm was snoring sweetly under the blanket,Yuu smiled softly and whispered one last time

- Good night, Grimm, and sweet dreams.

Yuu had already closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, but a sudden voice made him jump in place.

- And then? - ha?!

Yuu turns around in surprise and sees that the twins and Azul have been awake for a long time and are recording everything on a dictaphone in their phones.

Floyd was the most persistent.

- nee...nee..shrimp. So what happened next?your voice sounds so beautiful when you tell stories. I want to know the end.

- I can't agree more with my brother, Yuu, you have an amazing gift for storytelling to say Jade.

- As payment for disturbing us with the noise, we will accept your story-telling. - Azul added, holding the phone closest to Yuu so that he could hear better.

Yuu felt his face burn with embarrassment.

- you that, with the very starters listened to?!

- shrimps funny, we same in one room as us not hear your voice.

- who knew you were such a light sleeper..okay, okay. I will tell.

When Yuu finished his story Azul suddenly stood up on the bed and whispered loudly

- So he's been a beautiful swan all this time?Seriously?? - Azul quickly sat back down on the bed, to the twins ' chuckles.

- Very interesting story of Yuu.- Jade chuckled softly. - What do you say, Floyd?Oya-oya..

Floyd, meanwhile, was fast asleep on the edge of the bed, hugging a pillow and sniffing peacefully.

- He seemed to like the story the best. - Yuu smiled awkwardly

[shoichee]

Can you do a scenario with Murasakibara, Hanamiya, Imayoshi and Kagami where their S/O really wants a lot of attention like cuddles etc? Do you mind making it fluffy as hell? I just finished finals and I’m so drained mentally. Good luck with your finals I hope you do well luv! 💗

My rules are 3 characters max for requests (GoM requests are the exceptions), but it’s been a looong time, so I’ll do them all as a treat! I RLLY HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY, FINALS SUCK SO MUCH :(( I think i did my finals alright heh // these are more formatted as fluffy (within their character LOL) reactions more than anything, enjoy! IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG PLS FORGIVE ME ANON 

Murasakibara Atsushi

“Hnn?” He looked away from his plate on the table in the living room to see you fidgeting with the hem of your shirt after asking to cuddle. Your shirt had been slightly stained from all the messy cooking you both did together earlier for lunch in his home. “Okay.”

Murasakibara immediately goes back to eating his shrimp tempuras, delicately picking each one to pop into his mouth despite his large hands. He didn’t need to look at you to see how flustered you were in hearing such a casual response from him. Normally, he would be hesitant to agree, he knew that, but sensing how you were too antsy in wanting physical touches from him, he didn’t mind to indulge you. Besides, who’s to say that this isn’t also a treat for him, as well? Not like he would admit that so readily though.

“What are you standing for, (y/n)-chin?” he slightly frowns with an averted gaze before opting to stare at his food on the table instead. “Hurry up already…” At his words, you skipped to sit on the floor next to him with a happy flush, sitting close to him and watching him finish his meal before you can pounce on him. Murasakibara eyes you swaying side to side with anticipation, and he immediately sighs with closed eyes before he gently puts down his chopsticks. Your questioning gaze immediately morphs into one of surprise when he swiftly picks you up and places you on his lap, with your back against his chest and his chin on top of your head.

“Hm? Why do you look surprised? Didn’t you wanna cuddle?” he drawls, moving his chin off your head and tilting your head back by nudging your chin upward to gently kiss your forehead. The languid giant then picks up his utensils again to pick up the last shrimp on the plate to place it against your lips. “Hurry already, food doesn’t taste good when it gets cold, (y/n)-chin…”

As you were chewing, he put the chopsticks on the cleared plate and pushed it away towards the center of the table, all while nuzzling his own face closer to your hair and temple.

You also didn’t miss the way his spare arm was slowly sneaking around your stomach to pull you tauter against his own warm body.

“Hm…” he hums with a deep rumble from his chest. “You feel nice… Oy, stop moving around, (y/n)-chin… what are you doing?” He curiously stares at your fingers carding through his moppy hair, wondering why you’re so drawn to it. When you tell him that you simply want to appreciate every part of him, he merely smiles like a satisfied child before he takes that same hand running through his hair to place a chaste kiss in the palm.

“Hm?” He slyly smirks at your flustered expression. “I want to appreciate every part of (y/n)-chin too, obviously.”

Hanamiya Makoto

Most would be very afraid to be in the near vicinity of Hanamiya Makoto. You’re one of the very few who would approach him so unabashedly, let alone be direct about what you want from him. Even still, Hanamiya raises a thick brow at you before loudly scoffing at the question of you two possibly cuddling together because you “missed his touch.” He ignores you completely and turns his attention back to analyze his teammates practicing on the court, reclining his back further on the bleachers with a stretch. Yet, he’s inwardly ticked yet somewhat touched that you knew that he had no objections to you cozying up to him, without him needing to say anything. Ah, but the ever so “Bad Boy” wouldn’t easily let you approach him like so, and he knew from the way you were standing there expectantly, you knew too. After all, Hanamiya would never pass up an opportunity to potentially savor the sweet taste of misfortune of others, no matter how menial.

“Come over here, darling~” he coos with an open grin as he continues to relax with his arms behind his head, saccharine tone oozing with his dark, rich voice. “I can’t stand a moment without you by my side.” Of course, he once again feels conflicting emotions of subtle pride and irritation in being unsuccessful in embarrassing, flustering, or even provoking you in the slightest. When you settled yourself by his side with a casual scoff of your own, he immediately shot out his arm around your shoulders and cradled your head closer to lay on his shoulder. But he leans in close to your ear to hiss with his usual infuriating sneer, “Like I’d ever say that, dumbass.” You only respond with a customary retort before snuggling closer against him, pulling his arm around your side for more optimal cuddles.

Even despite the harsh rebuke, his touch is gentle, reverring, protective one would dare say, even if his eyes are currently more occupied watching the court than you.

“... Hey,” he curtly calls out after some minutes later, flicking your ear with the hand around your shoulders to ensure you are listening to him. He gets a small sense of satisfaction seeing your dismayed expression. “You’re being awfully damn clingy lately. Are you actually that fucking touch-starved?” Yet again, his actions betray his words, the same fingers that harshly flicked your ear were now softly toying with your hair near your temple in a clumsy, nonverbal attempt to soothe you.

He hates how you somehow knew yet again how he meant that he was only curious about your recent actions, the way you cheekily replied back how he’s actually reciprocating the cuddles with a raspberry tongue to try to provoke a reaction from his end. And he hates it even more when he willingly lets you reciprocate the soft touches when you tuck his shoulder-length hair behind his ear.

But all he could do to save face was to click his tongue arrogantly. Even still, you somehow see straight through him.

Imayoshi Shoichi

“My, my, those are quite some puppy eyes you’re shooting at me, hm?” Imayoshi relaxes his posture and lays back against the couch to give his signature closed-eye smile. “To think you were this needy.” He simply cocks his head innocently, but you knew something ulterior simmered behind that grin. Even without opening his eyes, his “stare” was still overwhelming in intensity that you couldn’t help but squirm and debate to take back your request.

“Ho? What’s with that look, my dear (y/n)? Don’t mind me darling, keep doing what you were doing before… Hm? I’m being mean?... I’m only graciously doing what you asked me to do. You wanted my attention, correct? You have my full attention now…” His smirk only grows wider when you huff at his comments. “You meant that you wanted to cuddle when you asked for my attention…? Now, now, (y/n), you know that greed is the greatest vice… Still, how cute of you to try to monopolize all of me so.”

Before you can either utter a single comeback or simply leave the room, he abruptly wraps his arms around you and immediately encloses you between his legs. You look up to try to scold him for being so difficult, but all words are caught in your throat when his eyes are slightly open in relishing your figure in his embrace. He merely smiles at your stunned silence, although he knew that you could tell that it was a genuine, affectionate one.

As you begin to relax, Imayoshi rubs gentle circles on your arms, occasionally giving a goading comment or two that elicited eyerolls from your end. Eventually, when you fall into a light snooze from his therapeutic touches, he stares at you fondly for quite some time before an idea crept into his mind.

“My dear (y/n)...” he purrs into your ear. “Am I really reduced to a body pillow for your convenience, my love? I’m hurt.” When you slightly jolt awake from the unexpected closeness of his voice, he merely chuckles at your reaction before hugging you tighter and settling his head atop your shoulder. “Well, I must admit, you’re quite lucky that I’m just as greedy for your attention, darling. In fact, if you’re not careful, I might just end up becoming greedier if you end up forgetting about me… eh? You wouldn’t…? Really now… you’re insisting that I can also ask you for attention, any time?...

… how cute, (y/n), but I must warn you to be careful about what you say, yes? Hm? You really do mean it?... ‘only for you,’ you say? Hah… you really are adorable… quite beyond my expectations.”

Imagine his actual, shell-shocked surprise when you suddenly turn around to face him to nuzzle into his neck with a sneaky kiss attack. He stiffens up, his eyes fully blown open to process the sudden sensation his body just experienced, and he could do nothing but chuckle with a slight chagrined blush.

“... You really never cease to amaze me, hm?”

Kagami Taiga

When you mentioned how cold today was, he already knew since that morning; his body has always had an aversion to the cold, and unfortunately for him, he just happened to be more sensitive to lower temperatures than the average person too.

“Well, yeah… I guess it’s been cold,” Kagami mumbles, scooting himself closer to the kotatsu in an attempt to absorb more of the brazier’s heat. And he’s been sitting there almost motionless for nearly an hour, closing his eyes and breathing softly to conserve his body heat.

When he finally opens his eyes again, Kagami turns to you to invite you to a seat next to him, but he nervously gulps when he sees you standing there with a mischievous look on your face. Who knows how long you’ve been observing him?

When you open your mouth to suggest cuddling to stave off the cold, he erupts a cherry red, knowing full well you were taking advantage of his tendency to get cold extremely easily. But you didn’t stop there. You teased him that he ignored you the entire time, and so, cuddles were only appropriate to make it up to you.

Kagami suddenly felt warm from the rush of blood rising to his face and neck.

“C-C-Cuddle?!... well, yeah… w-we’ve done this before… No! I’m not thinking anything more out of it…! It’s just… I—well, no! It’s not that I don’t wanna cuddle! It’s just…” He sputters, but stops when he realizes that he just admitted to not objecting to having a cuddle session, and he merely sweatdrops when he sees a victorious grin growing wider on your cheeks. “Fine… you must be cold too, right?—Wha, where did that blanket even come from?!”

You immediately plopped the weighted fleece blanket over his shoulders like a cape and tackled him with a hug, making sure to tug the blanket over your own body too. Kagami can only react by catching you while trying to break both of your falls, and he topples from his criss-cross sitting position to end up laying next to you, face-to-face.

“S-Stop squirming… how else are we supposed to cuddle if you keep moving under this heavy-ass blanket…? Pfft, well, it’s pretty warm now, huh? Come closer, yeah?” He nudges your head up against his chest, and his breath fans over your head as you sling your own arm over his waist.

“I dunno about you, but I wanna stay like this for a while… if that’s okay with you.”

[dameronscopilot]

What’s your favourite way to get comfortable to write? Do you block off time in your schedule to do so? Asking for a friend 😂

I have a laptop and a desktop computer, but I find that I'm more productive writing on my laptop, because then I can lounge on my couch or in my recliner instead of sitting at a desk. Comfort is KEY. I also bought a reading pillow recently, and it's 10/10 for cozy elbow & back support while typing for long periods of time (otherwise I have the tendency to end up sitting like a cooked shrimp) 😂

I write in silence a lot (I can't have the TV on, because I get distracted SO easily), but sometimes I'll put on chill music really low in the background (like Lord Huron, The Lumineers, etc.).

As for my schedule, I do most of my writing at night, because I work on weekdays. I definitely try to schedule plans/errands/chores around also leaving time for writing.

(I hope this FRIEND is doing some more writing soon 😉)

SLEEPOVER SATURDAY

[sooibian]

Catch These Hands

Pairing: Baekhyun x Fem!Reader

Description: Living with Baekhyun comes with its own challenges

Themes: Fluff (surprise!!!!), established relationship, make up artist and masseur Byun, a little bit of byuntae, and one (1) Eminem reference lol

Prompt: @/notyourenglishprofessor : You SAY you didn’t eat in bed but these crumbs say differently.

A/N: Happy Birthday @is-that-baekhyuns-shirt​ !!!! here’s your biggest pet peeve woven into a bbh fic! Hope you enjoy it XD

Word count: ~ 1.7k

Nights out have never agreed with you. It’s 2 a.m. and your feet hurt from the heels, your head hurts from the drinks, your little black dress (your best friend sure does have a penchant for party clichés) is mocking your food baby, your makeup feels clumpy - maybe you overused the setting powder but you wouldn’t know because the complex art of blending cosmetics has always eluded you. How do they make it look so easy in YouTube tutorials?

As you’re keying in the passcode to your apartment, despite all the malaise, a sudden surge of comfort courses through your veins at the thought of your adorable boyfriend asleep in a clean, cozy bed, engulfed in warm and fresh sheets that exude the fragrance of a spring meadow - courtesy of your brand new laundry detergent. You imagine he is dressed in his snuggly pajamas, with his lips slightly parted, dark hair tousled, and your ostrich plushie clutched to his chest. Ever since you started living with him, you’d never spent a night away from home but the one time you returned after a weekend long Neuroscience conference, you found your plushie resting in the comfort of his arms. The next morning he insisted that he didn’t know where it came from.  

‘Time to catch him red handed’, you smile to yourself.

Kicking off your heels and scraping your hair up in a bun, you tiptoe to your bedroom and the faint melody of Baekhyun singing in a highly expressive croon falls upon your ears.

Tell me you’ll love again, come back to me again..

He should’ve been long asleep and while you can’t wait to crash out either, you allow yourself the pleasure of eavesdropping on his heavenly vocals that always sound especially sweet when he’s wrestling sleep. Until..until you hear it.. the sharp crunch of plastic which sends you barging into the bedroom with exasperation painted across your features. 

Baekhyun clamps his mouth shut. 

Instead of jumping out of bed to wrap you in his arms, he uncharacteristically stays burrito-ed in his duvet, fixing you with an apologetic gaze. Elbow crushing the pillow underneath him, shoulders crouched, lips pursed, hair dishevelled, pajama bottoms scrunched up to his calves, he tries to blink away the very apparent guilt in his eyes. Your ostrich plushie lay on your side of the bed as if its neck had been snapped like a popsicle stick. 

As you loom over him, lower lip wobbling, he pushes his weight further down the pillow but the tail end of the red Orion choco pie wrapper teasingly peeks from underneath it, glimmering in the cozy golden lighting of the bedroom, already chuckling at the drama that is to ensue.

You’re too tired for this.

Without a word to him, you grab a bunch of blankets from the dresser, shut it with a loud bang and stomp out of the room while Baekhyun’s bearing is that of a frozen frame. As you’re questioning your life choices and are about to vent your frustration on the irreproachable couch, your weary gaze finds the bane of your existence again - crumbs. White, inelegant fragments of food conspicuous against your tan sofa.

They say the more you try to avoid something, the more you create it. This was unequivocally the worst quote you’d ever read. You created nothing! You were not the one to leave this slew of crumbs on the sofa neither did you leave a pile of crumbs on the bed! It was all Baekhyun! 

You’re way too tired for this.

Drowsy, you lie down on the floor, curled up in the many blankets, although still cautious as your piercing eyes doggedly probe for more evidence of Baekhyun’s insolence. Surprisingly, the rug was clean-ish. It was almost as if he had planned on you sleeping on the floor tonight. This thought fuels the rage bubbling in the pit of your stomach so you force your eyes shut to avoid a shouting match this late in the night. 

The shuffling sound of footsteps grows closer and you’re determined not to give him the satisfaction of even a glance. The sound comes to a halt and you feel a gentle caress of warm fingers ghosting over your cheeks which is quickly replaced with a smooth and cool touch of a cotton pad against your eyelids, cheekbones, jaw line, with a distinct scent of micellar water wafting in the little to no space between Baekhyun and you.

You continue to play dead as he’s quietly and deftly taking your makeup off while delicately holding you up by the back of your neck and you coyly move your face from side to side to allow him better access to every inch of your skin.

“Too much setting powder”, he whispers.

Darnit!

“Still so pretty”, he remarks in his dulcet voice. Your head now rests in his lap and he’s gently moving his thumbs in tiny circles under your brows, working his way from inside out and continuing the movement all around your eyes and ending back at the bridge of your nose, almost lulling you to sleep.   

At this point every cell in your body is waging a war against your now weakened spirit that’s continuing to disregard him yet you find yourself revelling in his mellow affections.

“It’s a rookie mistake. Not to worry, baby, I’ll help you get it right the next time.” He reassures, planting a soft kiss on your pout.

“Right”, eyes still wilfully shut, you chastise him, “maybe when you find the time from eating in bed.”

“Yah! Don’t be like that.” Baekhyun whines, prying your eyes open with his fingers, not-so-gently.

You smack the back of his hand and sit up cross legged facing him. He stretches his hand out to pat your head and you smack it again invoking a look of pure confusion in Baekhyun’s soft features. His hand is now barely an inch away from your lips and he commands with a raised brow, “Now kiss it better.” 

“Ew!” Your hand strikes the back of his, again. “How many times do I have to tell you not to -”

“Not to eat in bed!” Baekhyun completes your sentence with a deep sigh, “I know and I wasn’t -”

“Do not lie to me Byun Baekhyun!” Warning him, you wag your finger as annoyance betrays your voice, rendering your pitch shrill. Dusting the corners of his mouth with the pads of your fingers, you sneer, “These crumbs say otherwise. You know I hate it when you eat in bed! It’s ...It’s….disgusting! And -”

“And?” 

“You always ignore my post-its!”

Baekhyun huffs and runs a hand through his hair. Letting on a forced smile, he reasons, “We’ve been living together for three years now. I think it’s time you stopped leaving ‘do not eat’ post-it notes on everything you buy!”

Tilting your head to the side, you explain animatedly, “First of all, you won’t let me buy snacks on our grocery runs because they’re unhealthy or whatever and you want to bring about a stupid dietary reform in the household which, by the way, is failing miserably - ”

“Yah!! We’re still in January, don’t be such a pessimist!”

“Do not interrupt me! The few that I do manage to sneak into the cart are mine and mine alone!”

“It’s just that..the ones that you buy taste better”, he mumbles, unveiling the most powerful weapon in his artillery - the pout.

“That is the most ridiculous thing that’s come out of your mouth today aside from the crumbs! I imagined you’d be...”, it’s nearly 3 a.m. and you’re starting to descend into a fugue state, “you’d be...curled up in bed like a...like a... cooked shrimp with a plushie clutched to it’s chest!”

Visibly offended, he flicks your forehead and bellows, “Cooked shrimp!? It’s called the fetal position. Look it up!”

“I know what it’s called!” Your livid expression eases into a rather ill meaning smile, “My apologies, I took you for a grown man.”

“What in the world - I am a grown man!” His lips stretch into a wide grin and the tips of his fingers tease the sensitive spot on your neck, “would you like to see?”

“You’re disgusting, Byun Baekhyun! A grown man does not eat in bed!” You smack the back of his hand. Again.

“Strike four! You’re obligated to kiss it better now!” 

Tears start to well up in your eyes at the sight of his hand dangling so close to your face. “I’m tired”, you cry, burying your face in your hands as exhaustion and exasperation take over, “I really need you to stop eating in bed.” 

“Babe, I -” His eyes grow into large brown circles at the sight of your distressed state and he freezes.

“I feel like the crumbs will, like, turn into ferocious ants and nibble at my skin while I’m asleep”, you break into full blown sobs and Baekhyun takes you in his arms, holding you tight against his warm and comforting frame and patting your head to calm you down.

“Hush, baby”, he sing-songs, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! You go get changed into something comfortable and I’ll dust the bed, okay?”

“Can you change the sheets instead?” Sniffling, you ask him with wide, pleading eyes, a sly smile playing at your lips.

His eyebrows shoot upwards and he exclaims, “It’s three in the morn-”

“Please?” You sing-song, a little too loudly.

He lets out a deep sigh, “Okay! I’ll change the sheets.”

With his slightly dispirited face sandwiched between your hands, you ask cheerfully, “And you promise to never eat in bed again?” 

“I promise to never eat in bed again.” A dejected Baekhyun says to his knees. 

“And you won’t steal my snacks?”

You had now started to push your luck with him, but it was a risk you were willing to take.

He flicks your forehead a little harshly this time making you squeal. “Can you stop with the stupid post-its, already?”

Rubbing your forehead, you surrender and get up. “Fine! I’ll go shower now.”

Baekhyun wraps his arms around your waist. Nuzzling your neck, he coos seductively, "I’ll join you.” 

“Byun Baekhyun!”

[maneskinrollercoaster]

~ And All That For a Lighter ~

Pairing: Damiano David x Naomi (fictional character)

Word count: 3035

Warnings: none

Summary: Naomi meets Damiano in a café for the first time.

Naomi entered the café all soaked, her cheeks red from running and her hair messy and wet from the rain. It was pouring outside which was the thing she despised the most. Surprisingly tho she felt good. Fresh. She loved walking around Rome in the morning and for the first time in her life she admired this rainy weather. Little drops of water flowed over her cheek. Her life was a big mess and you could say she needed something new.

When a month ago she found her boyfriend cheating with her best friend she felt like her whole life collapsed. That’s when she decided to change something. Start a new life. She started admiring things she’s never liked before, she started dressing differently, she became more confident in her own body. She even started working out which was the most unexpected thing since physical education was her least favorite subject in high school.

Naomi always thought love was the most essential part of everyone’s life, but a sight of Alessandro having fun in their bed with Sofia made her hate love more than anything. She decided to move on and live life completely and only for herself.

- Buongiorno Joey - she said reaching the bartender standing behind the counter.

- Buongiorno piccola, what can I get for you?

- One espresso please, and one brownie - the bartender nodded and started preparing her order.

She decided to sit down since she would probably spend a lot of time working on her laptop and enjoying this rainy morning. The inside of café was warm and welcoming, comfortable couches, puffy pillows and a lot of plants. She visited this café every day for the past two weeks and she found herself enjoying this place maybe even more than her new flat.

Naomi went to sit in the corner on a cozy red couch. She took off her soaked jacket and pulled out her laptop with a couple of notebooks. She was a student of economy and since she had to find herself some more things to do she decided to actually try harder to have a better degree at her college. She wasn’t so fond of the direction she chose but she knew it’s gonna bring her a prosperous life. In fact her favorite thing in the world was art. She started painting when she was 8 years old. Since then she really enjoyed staying all day alone in her room painting everything she could, from beautiful portraits to mesmerizing landscapes. She had a huge talent but she was too afraid to chase her dreams.

When she met Alessandro he quickly bashed her ideas of becoming a professional painter, saying that it’s not something she will build her life on and that she will be only wasting her time. She was mad at him for a couple of days but then she quit her painting dream and chose economy for her main subject.

- Ecco a te, one coffee and one brownie - said Joey bringing her order to the table and putting it right in front of her.

- Grazie mille - Naomi answered and smiled to him.

She took a sip of coffee and smiled. It was delicious. That was another reason why she kept coming back here every day. They made the best coffee she’s ever drunk.

Two hours passed and Naomi was still working on her assignment she was supposed to give in till next Monday. It was about lunch time so she decided she will pack her things in an hour and she will go find a place to eat something. She took the last sip of the coffee and finished her first task when someone pulled her out of her little trans.

- Ah shit! I’m all wet! - she heard someone saying and moment later she saw a guy reaching the bartender.

He was tall and had slightly longer, dark brown hair. She could only see his profile but only that was enough for her to admit that he was really handsome. He was wearing black trousers, black Dr. Martens, white tank top and an oversized black jacket. He looked good and Naomi couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

- Damiano! It’s so good to see you man! - Joey said and shook hands with the new guy.

Damiano. The name really suit him. Naomi didn’t take her eyes off him even once.

- Ciao, ciao, Joey! - his voice was attractive as well. Raspy and deep but really calm.

Naomi didn’t know what was happening. Usually she didn’t pay attention to any guys after Alessandro but he was different. He looked edgy and bold but he seemed nice too. She was staring at him. And not in a polite way. She was literally eyeing him from up and down and she didn’t even realize.

- Give me an espresso man, I’m so tired, I just woke up. Yesterday we had so much fun. Victoria came up with this new idea of the song and we all stayed up late till 4 am trying to figure out how to pull it up together. - Damiano said.

So he’s into music. Nice. Naomi was still staring at him so rudely but she didn’t care at this point. Music is also art - she thought and smiled slightly not letting go of his person.

- Typical you, Dam, you’ve never slept a full night, did you? - Joey said and they both laughed.

- Do you have a lighter maybe? I forgot mine. - Damiano said and started searching his pockets.

- I don’t man, sorry. Let me make your order. Anything else for you?

- No, no that’s all. I’m gonna go search for a lighter and I’ll be back.

He turned around searching for people but at this time the café was empty. Only Naomi sitting in the corner. He started walking towards her. Oh shit, he’s coming here, stop staring, stop staring, stop staring - Naomi thought and looked at her laptop trying to pretend that’s she didn’t just checked him out for 10 minutes straight.

- Scusi, I’m.. - he reached her table and started speaking but stopped when she looked at him. - I’m sorry to interrupt but do you have a lighter maybe? - he said after a second.

- No, I’m sorry. I don’t smoke. - Naomi blushed and smiled lightly.

- Okey, grazie. - he smiled and started walking away.

- But there’s a store at the corner, I think they might have some. - Naomi said

- Grazie, grazie. - he laughed slightly and waved at her.

Naomi went back to her tasks still blushing not knowing why. 15 minutes passed and Damiano entered the café again carrying two bags. He came up to Naomi smiling.

- I uh.. Sorry to interrupt again but.. Do you want to maybe eat lunch with me? I just thought that it’s lunch time and you’re sitting here alone and since you helped me with the lighter.. - he couldn’t stop speaking and Naomi blushed again laughing. He looked a bit nervous.

- Of course, I would love to eat lunch with you. - she said interrupting him.

- I’m Damiano - he said pulling out his hand.

- Naomi - she said and grabbed his hand to shake it but he turned it and kissed the top of her palm.

She felt something weird in her stomach, like butterflies but she pushed them aside and only smiled to him. Damiano sat on the couch opposite Naomi and put two bags on the table.

- I didn’t know what you like, obviously because I don’t know you, yeah very clever Dam, whatever.. - he started speaking and Naomi couldn’t stop but laugh at him loudly

- Don’t worry, I’m not a peaky eater - she said sending him a reassuring smile.

- Alright, well, I ordered pasta with shrimps and some pesto and cherry tomatoes. - he said taking out the box with food from the bag. - I also got you a cherry smoothie but we can switch if you’d like.

- Wow, and that all for a lighter? You really didn’t have to. But thank you so much, I was about to go for lunch anyways. - she said grabbing the box that he handed her.

- Yes well, you’re really beautiful.. I mean, no.. I mean you are beautiful but I just wanted to say that you’re really nice and yeah I don’t know I just thought you might like to eat something.. Not that you look like you’re starving but yeah..

- Heyyy, thank you, really, that’s so nice of you. - she said smiling widely.

Naomi took the first bite of her pasta and it was delicious. She remembered her grandmother cooking shrimps every Saturday and all her family gathering together for a family dinner in the garden. It tasted just the same.

They ate everything and after two hours of talking and laughing and getting to know each other it was time for Joey to close the café. Naomi stood up and packed her things, said goodbye to Joey and together with Damiano they stepped out of the café. It stopped raining and instead there was a full sun and a fresh breeze.

- So what are you gonna do now? - he asked standing in front of her.

- Umm.. I think I’m just gonna go back to my flat, make myself some snacks and watch Netflix till I fall asleep - Naomi laughed.

- Alright well, do you mind if I walk you home? - Damiano asked steeping a bit closer to her.

- Sure, why not, we can take a walk.

That day Damiano walked Naomi to her house and they exchanged numbers, planning to meet again. He kissed her cheek for goodbye and squeezed her hand and Naomi has never felt like that in a long time. She was happy and Damiano, even tho she met him today, made her feel really good. Naomi couldn’t sleep that night still thinking of him and wondering why she felt so different around him.

*3 months later*

- What do you mean you don’t like Star Wars! - Damiano shouted to Naomi while they both walked towards the beach where they were supposed to watch sunset and have a little picnic.

Since the day they met they spent almost every day together. Damiano surprised her with multiple occasions to go out together, either for lunch or dinner or even breakfast when he woke up earlier than usual. He found himself falling for her. In fact he realized he fell for her the day he first laid his eyes on her. He found her funny, spontaneous and really kind and caring. When she told him about her painting dream he was so shocked she gave up, that he argued with her till he convinced her to chase the dream even if she thought it was too late. Naomi really enjoyed his company, he made her feel really happy and safe and most importantly - loved. She knew she developed some feelings and she didn’t want to admit it but at the back of her head she knew she fell in love. He made her laugh and supported her when she was having bad moments. He became her best friend at some point. Both of them were taking things a bit slower tho, they were both afraid, broken-hearted after rough ended relationships.

- I just don’t, I don’t understand how they made so many movies out of such a lame plot. - she said defending herself.

- How can you even say that! The plot is amazing! The space action scenes, come on! - he said offended but smiling.

- Yeah I just don’t see the point of filming it, that’s all.

- I don’t know how Victoria can still be friends with you, we’re both huge fans of Star Wars! You’re lucky I like you - Damiano started laughing and put his arm around Naomi’s shoulders.

She got to meet Victoria, Ethan and Thomas. Bassist, drummer and guitarist of their band Måneskin. Naomi wasn’t really into music so she didn’t really know them and didn’t know they’re pretty known here in Italy. Victoria was the kindest person Naomi could ever see. When her and Damiano stepped into the studio where they were recording, Vic was the first to reach out to her. She hugged her tightly and was clearly really happy to meet her. She then introduced Thomas and Ethan to her. Thomas started joking around that Damiano finally found himself a girlfriend and Ethan was really polite, he kissed Naomi’s hand and hugged her too, smiling really kindly. They were all so nice. They started inviting her over for dinners or just to hang out by the pool. She also listened to them playing and recording their new songs. Damiano told them that she wanted to be a painter and they all started reassuring her even more, that chasing her dream is the best thing for her and that she should never give up. Naomi really felt like she finally found her place.

Naomi and Damiano reached the beach, they put the blanket on the sand, put out all the food from the basket and they sat opposite each other. They were both smiling widely and chatting about everything. They drank some wine, ate some pasta and then they sat next to each other admiring the sunset.

- I really like you, you know? - Damiano said glancing at Naomi. - And I mean, I like you a lot. You’re really an amazing person with so much talent and you’re just so caring and loving. You really make me happy. - he said not taking his eyes off of her.

- Dami.. - Naomi started but she was interrupted.

- What I want to say is.. - he took her hands - I fell in love with you Naomi. I fell for you hard and I’m pretty sure since the day I saw you at that café. I care about you so much and any time with you is my favorite time in the world. So if you want to.. We could try, you know.. Being together, like, in a relationship. - he said in one breathe.

Naomi was speechless, her stomach was squeezing and she felt her cheeks turning red. She never would have though that someone will make her feel like this again. She knew that he cares for her but she didn’t know that he would feel the same way she felt about him.

- Dami.. Of course I do want to try, you make me the happiest, and honestly I didn’t know you feel the same way, that’s why I didn’t say anything. And also because.. - Naomi wanted to tell him about Alessandro but she was scared that Damiano will back off, saying that he will give her time.

- What’s wrong, bella? - he said gently squeezing her hand.

- I was in a relationship before. His name was Alessandro and we met before I started college. We were together for 3 years and everything was going just fine. But then.. One day when I came back home earlier than usual I found him cheating with my best friend, Sofia. Since then I just decided to not get into any relationship and live only for myself because I was too afraid to get hurt again - Naomi said looking down at their intertwined hands.

- Oh bella.. - Damiano pulled her into a tight hug.

He stroked her back and her hair and he was whispering to her ear. A single tear fell down her cheek but not because she was hurt but because of how gentle and caring Damiano was. He hugged her and made her feel better and she couldn’t find herself with anyone else right now than with him. He pulled away, looked into her eyes and smiled slightly.

- I was in a relationship too a while ago. It turned out we didn’t match and our life goals and perspectives were so different that we decided to end things. Maybe it wasn’t as harsh as your breakup but I felt awful for at least a month. I didn’t go out of my room and I lost all will to write music. Victoria brought me food every day but I just didn’t want to eat. But it all passed.. Listen, if you need more time it’s all good, I’ll give you space and I’ll wait till you’re ready.

Naomi was silent for a couple of seconds. In her head there was a battle. She wanted to let go of bad memories and trust Damiano completely, start a relationship with him, but on the other hand she was scared to get hurt again.

- No Dami. I don’t need time, I know what I want and I know how you make me feel and that’s why I want to try. - Naomi said hugging him tightly.

She knew she just overcame her fear and she felt free. Like a huge stone fell off of her heart. She felt amazing and she wanted to live this moment as long as she could. Damiano pulled away and cupped her cheek with his hand. He pulled her closer and she could feel his breath on her face. Slowly, but slightly Damiano leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. Naomi touched his cheek and pulled him even closer. And then they both intertwined their lips in a gentle, yet passionate kiss.

Naomi felt her stomach squeezing when Damiano put his hand on her back. It was their first kiss and the sunset was almost turning into the night. They pulled away after seconds and smiled widely at each other.

- I promise, I’ll always take care of you. - Damiano said leaning his forehead against hers.

- Always. - Naomi said grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers together.

That’s when they both knew that they found soulmates in each other.

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If I Only Had a Heart - a Denny Duquette story

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Shonda Rhimes and I may have thrown in a few lines from Grey’s Anatomy, which again, are all Shonda’s! This was inspired by my own real life job as a barista at a hospital and seeing the coffee cart on Grey’s. Hope y’all enjoy the fluffy goodness!

I stroke my boyfriend’s hair and kiss his forehead. His eyelids were heavy and the monitor beeped rhythmically. It was the first time since before being diagnosed that his heart was beating properly. I run my fingers over his stubbly cheek.

“You’re done, Denny. You’re done. You’ve got a new heart, baby,” I rub his hand, tears welling up in my eyes. Denny grimaces in his deep slumber. A large tube was jammed down his throat. I had just sat through the longest eight hours of my life, all I wanted was to hear Denny say, “I love you.”

“He did amazing, Mrs. Duquette,” Dr. Stevens stands in the doorway, massaging hand sanitizer into her hands.

“Why do you have to eating that when I’m NPO?” Denny teases.

“Mmm. Lo mein and honey walnut shrimp,” I wave the chopsticks in his face.

“Get fucked,” my boyfriend laughs.

“Language, Dennison,” Dr. Burke smiles as he places his stethoscope on my boyfriend’s hairy chest.

“Uh oh, full name. Look’s like Dad’s mad at me! Will you hand me my bag, doll face?” I grab Denny’s black backpack. “Let me see, let me see. Where did I put it?”

“What are looking for?” Denny ignores me, continuing to rifle through his belongings. “Ah,” he smiles at me, “There it is.” He drops his bag to the side of the bed and opens a small velvet box.

“What is that? Denny Duquette, you’ve done lost your ever loving mind!” I imitate his vaguely southern twang. He laughs heartily.

“You sound like my mother.”

“You’re crazy,” I kiss his ice cold lips.

“Crazy for you. Will you marry me?” Denny sighs, wheezing slightly, he always got short of breath when he was emotional. He gasps for air as a single tear falls from his eyelashes.

“Baby, breathe,” I giggle, cupping his cheek in my hand, “Of course I’ll marry you!”

“Hey, he’s okay!” Dr. Stevens rubs my shoulder. “I know all the equipment hooked up to him looks really scary, but it’s to monitor his condition. He doesn’t need machines to be kept alive anymore,” the gorgeous blonde woman smiles reassuringly.

“No more battery packs?” I grin through the tears.

“No more battery packs. He’ll wake up here in the next few hours. The restraints are so he doesn’t freak out and try to pull his breathing tube out, which will come out this time tomorrow. He’ll be in the ICU for the next week, and then we’ll transfer him to the cardiac treatment unit. Here, I have something for you. Well, it’s really for Denny’s recovery,” Dr. Stevens hands me a heart shaped pillow with a permanent marker for me to sign. “It helps with the pain from the incision and his sternum being cracked. Coughing or sneezing can feel like breaking a bone.” I wince at the thought and open the marker.

“My darling Denny, I love you more than words can explain. I can’t wait to call you my ‘husband’ when you get out of here. You’re mine, baby. Forever and ever.”

***

Denny opened the door to our cozy, one bedroom apartment.

“Home at last! Thank GOD!” he smiles, “It sure smells like home,” he inhales the sweet aroma of candles and a savory roast I had made in the slow cooker to welcome him home after a full month of recovering at Seattle Grace. He wraps his arms around me. I tilt my head up and kiss my boyfriend.

“I forgot how tall you are,” I smile.

“I know,” he whispers and strokes my hair. I run my fingers over the long, healing scar on his chest. His shirt was unbuttoned slightly to allow his skin to breathe after being bandaged for so long. He rocks me back and forth. I begin to shed a few tears. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?”

“Don’t you ever do that to me again,” I cry into his flannel shirt.

“Do what, baby? What’s wrong? I’m okay now!” Denny chuckles and kisses my forehead.

“Scare the shit out of me. I thought I was going to lose you,” I wipe away the wetness on my cheeks.

“I know, honey. I was scared too. Every single day, I was wondering if this would be the day I close my eyes and don’t wake up. You know how much I hate hospitals.”

“I know you do. I can’t imagine my life without you, honey.”

“And I feel the same. Heaven would be nice, but I wouldn’t be able to take you with me. But it’s over now. I have a new lease on life. I get to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you,” Denny squeezes me close.

“I love you, Denny.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” a coy smile crosses his lips. I kiss him, tugging at his soft brunette locks.

“Yeah?”

“Dr. Burke cleared me for physical activity,” he raises his eyebrows with his signature charming smirk that made me fall head over heels that fateful day in the Seattle Grace coffee shop.

“Hello there,” a gravelly voice speaks up. I glance up from my morning temperature logs and stock lists. “Are you open?” A tall, insanely handsome, dark haired man stands before me. A warm smile graces his tanned face. He has two black straps affixed to his chest over his slim fitted t shirt.

“Of course! I mean, yes, hi!” I stammer over my words, making a fool of myself in front of. My face reddens as I grab a marker.

“Hi!” he chuckles, matching my goofy tone. I can hardly think straight.

“What can I get for you?” I ask politely.

“I’ve never been here before actually. Nice place you’ve got-“

“Hey Denny!” Dr. Burke pops up behind the man.

“Hey, Dr. Burke! You caught me, I needed a little pick me up,” the man now named Denny winked at me.

“No judgment here, sir. Contrary to popular belief, people with heart failure CAN drink caffeine,” he holds up two slender fingers, “Just two shots of espresso with a Splenda, please.”

“You get your coffee, it’s on me today,” Denny says. Dr. Burke’s pager beeps loudly.

“That’s very kind of you!” he glances at the pager. “Gotta run! See you next month!” the doctor chugs the shots quickly and tosses the cup in the trash.

“Now, where were we?” Denny says. “Oh yeah, I’m Denny, you’ll probably be seeing a lot of me in the coming months because my heart is failing me,” he jokes.

“Hi Denny! I’m (name). It’s nice to meet you! You said your heart is failing you, hm?” I’m glad it wasn’t too busy, because I wanted to look into those hazel eyes for hours.

“Sure is. See these straps? They’re attached to a battery pack running this ol’ ticker. I used to be a ranch hand before I became a weak, sick bastard. Anyway, sorry, you didn’t ask for my life story.”

“Don’t apologize,” I grin. “I hear people’s stories all the time at this job. Kind of comes with working in a hospital, I guess,” I shrug, “What sounds good today, hon?”

“‘Hon’? Oh my, I didn’t know we were on that level yet! I’ve never been here before actually. What do you recommend?”

“Well, I’m pretty simple. This time of year, I really like a dark roast with some cream and a smidge of peppermint. But when I’m feeling like treating myself, I love a white mocha, iced with no whipped cream is my personal preference.” Denny cocks an eyebrow. Warmth gathers between my thighs.

“What if I did an iced white mocha with peppermint? That sounds like a candy cane in a cup! Let’s do a large, because why not?”

“Alright, so with Dr. Burke’s order, your total is $6.17. I gave you an employee discount, because I do what I want,” I tease.

“Hell yeah you do. Here, sweet girl. Keep the change,” he hands me a $20. I whipped around and begin preparing his beverage. Denny bit his lower lip as he looked me up and down. I grabbed the marker with a smirk and did something I’ve always wanted to do.

“There you go! I hope you enjoy that!” his hand grazes mine as he grabs the cup. He shoves a straw in and takes a sip.

“Wow, that’s tasty! What’s this? 406- Oh, you sly dog. I guess I’ll text you later, pretty little thing,” he blows me a kiss. I have a feeling this man and I are going to get along swimmingly.

“Did he now?” Denny begins sucking my neck and moaning in my ear. A shiver courses through my body as he cups my breasts in his massive hands. I missed my boyfriend’s touch. “Mmm, babe. Your hands are warm.”

“I forgot what it feels like to have a normal body temperature,” Denny chuckles, “Oh man, my blood’s pumpin’ in the right direction now, that’s for sure,” he gestures downwards. “Now, go put on that outfit that Daddy loves so much,” he gives my backside a light squeeze and I scamper to the bedroom. I slip out of my sweatpants and my boyfriend’s t-shirt. The smell of his cologne lingered on the fabric, giving me comfort on those nights I had to sleep alone. I put on Denny’s favorite crimson and black teddy and add a quick spritz of perfume.

“Alright, baby. I’m ready,” I call out to the living room. Denny kicks off his boots and ambled into the bedroom with a wide smile.

“Baby doll,” Denny clicks his tongue.

“You like?”

“Oh god,” he clutches his chest, “You’re going to make Daddy’s heart stop and it’s brand new,” he laughs. He pulls me down onto the bed with him and kisses me all over.

“I love you,” I moan.

“And I love you, Mrs. Duquette.”

***

“Oh baby! Oh god, baby girl, Daddy loves you so much,” Denny rasps.

“Oh Daddy, yes! Mmm, Denny, I’ve missed you so much. It’s been so long,” I whine. Denny digs his fingernails into my hips as his eyes roll back. He finishes inside me.

“You feel too damn good,” he moans against my neck. “I didn’t last very long,” he chuckles. I smile and trace my hand over his abdomen as I breathe heavily, my whole lower body pulsating with pleasure. Denny pulls out gently and lays next to me. He wraps his strong arms around me.

“It’s so nice to feel your heart race and it’s not atrial fibrillation!” I giggle excitedly.

“Say it again,” Denny smirks.

“Fibrillation,” I dance my fingers over his scar.

“You sure sound sexy when you talk medical to me.” I bury my face in his lush chest hair.

“I never want to let you go,” my voice is barely above a whisper.

“You don’t have to. You’re going to be my wife remember?” he kisses my forehead and pets my hair.

“I absolutely cannot wait.” Denny rubs my engagement ring sweetly.

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Catboy! Ragnar would include…

A/N: Oh, sweet anon. We’ve been dreading this day. HOWEVER, these were actually really fun to make, so I can’t really complain.

Ragnar is NEVER home

He’s always out and about, he doesn’t really like being cooped up at home

You’ll find wandering around the neighborhood, the grocery store, the pet store, Target, fucking Lowe’s

He never buys anything, he just doesn’t want to be home and that’s that

One time, disappeared for an entire day, and you found him standing in front of the lobster tank at Red Lobster

He was just staring intently, not moving

You had to drag him out of the restaurant by the arm

The employees are used to it, at this point

What’s not normal about a big ass man with cat features staring at lobster for hours on end?

He also likes the fish market, just because he likes looking at fish

He grabbed an eel once, but immediately dropped it back into the cooler when it started flopping around

He did NOT care for that shit at all

NEEDLESS TO SAY, Ragnar really loves sea animals

Especially crustaceans

He will steal your phone to watch the Crab Rave video on your YouTube account

It’s his favorite thing

He really likes shrimp, too

He wants to keep them as pets? For some reason?

He bought a bag of those cocktail shrimp once, got home and immediately tossed them in a tank

Despite you telling them they were, y’know, dead

He was disappointed to find they were, in fact, dead

So, you got him sea monkeys instead

He named every individual sea monkey

He named one Aflac

You don’t know why and you really don’t want to ask

Sea creatures aside, Ragnar is a little sweetheart

He's your sweet little baby boy!

Therefore, he can get away with MURDER

All he has to do is smile at you

And you're LEGALLY not allowed to get mad at him for anything he does

Whether it's digging holes in your backyard because he wants to know where they lead

Or fucking up your couch cushions

Sure, you'll be mad for like a second

But after he gives you the little smile you're kinda just like

"Okay buddy, as you were."

He doesn't like drinking water

It's too bland

Tasteless, in his opinion

He'll drink tea, though

He loves tea

Black tea is the STUFF

Ragnar enjoys other teas, but black tea just hits different in his mind

He also enjoys black coffee very much

Okay, he'll drink anything bitter

He'll excuse drinking black coffee at 3 am saying he's too sweet so he needs the bitterness for balance

Occasionally, he'll slip some shrooms into the tea

Which will quickly become the highlight of your week

He thinks you don't know he does it

But when you get home, he's super cuddly one second, and the next he'll be on the floor sprawled out, staring at the ceiling

Then he'll sit in front of the fireplace and stare into it for a solid hour

There's no fire

Like he's fucking WILLING the fire into existence

The man just wants his fire

He likes it when you light candles

Because it means he gets to do that thing where he swipes his finger close to the flame to get the little ash mark on it

Floki taught him how to put the candle out with his fingers and he never blows out a candle after that

Speaking of Floki, that's his best friend

They're inseparable

Ragnar really enjoys watching Floki drink from the sink

It's the strangest thing for him, but it's Floki so he's entertained

Most of the time, when Floki comes over, the two just sit upside down on the couch and talk about the first thing that comes to mind

Whether it’s one of Ragnar’s sea monkeys or Floki’s latest project

It’s entertaining to listen to them

Because half of the time, you don’t understand what they’re saying

They speak their native tongue just so you can’t understand what they’re saying

Are they talking about world domination or the anchovies Floki had for breakfast?

You’ll never know

But ignorance is bliss

Ragnar is pretty fucking big

But he can somehow manage to sneak up on you

He doesn’t even mean to do it at first

He just wanted attention!

But as soon as he catches on to how it startles you, he starts doing it on purpose

You’ll be in the kitchen doing the dishes and you’ll see him standing by the doorway

When you blink, he’s gone

And when you turn back to the dishes, he’s standing next to you

It’s like those shitty Slenderman games everybody used to be terrified of back in like 2014, except it’s just Ragnar

Loves watching Spongebob

I wish I could tell you why

But he finds it so ridiculously funny

If you change the channel on him he will lose his shit

And by that I mean he will literally tackle you and wrestle the remote out of your hands

Sometimes he'll make it sexual to annoy you or get you flustered enough for him to get his way

It works every fucking time

Ragnar has a terrible sleeping schedule

It's both a blessing and a curse

It means he can look over you at night

But he'll be grumpy and sleepy in the morning

He likes drinking on the nights he can't sleep

He swears he can handle his alcohol

But two drinks later at 4 am, he's going off about everything he's done and all his adventures

Sometimes he'll act it all out with an umbrella and a pillow

He tried using a fire poker once

You almost lost an eye

He's very loud when he's drunk

He doesn't care it's 4 am

He'll teach you all his battle chants

God forbid the boys are sleeping over

They'll wake up and join in

They'll be pounding on the walls and stomping

And try getting them to settle down

Soon, you have 5 idiots singing Wardruna's Helvegen at the top of their lungs

And you'd be lying if you said you wouldn't like to join in

ANYWAY, after that he'll just sit down and talk to you until you both fall asleep on the couch

Ragnar likes stealing your teddy coat

A friend got it for you on your birthday, but she got the wrong size

So it's real big on you

Which means it's perfect on Ragnar

He wears it because it's cozy

And because it's really soft so it means he gets to rub his face against it

Which ALSO means he gets to zap you

Thanks static