#g really over here like “can i offer you a nice egg in this trying time”

[fauxbia]

they should be friends maybe

[danses-with-dogmeat]

G is for -- Gob

My sweet, sweet Gob 🥺

There's a reason his is so long 😅 I could write for this lovely guy forever <3

I hope y'all enjoy this one!

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Also, just a little TW for brief mentions of abuse.

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Pair: Gob x g/n! Lone

Dialogue: "I don't care if someone sees."

Word: Gush

Rating: SFW - but suggestive in some areas 😅

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

“Get over yourself,” Lone scoffed good-naturedly at the bartender across the counter. “Gob here can make a proper drink out of anything, you really– you wouldn’t believe it, I’m telling you.”

“Let’s not insult the man passing out the drinks, eh?” Gob said gently, leaning towards them so as not to allow his words to reach the man across the way.

“I’m not insulting him.” 

Gob seemed to pale at that.  That, and the loudness of their voice.

“No, but he was bragging a bit, and I’m sure his drink that he made from– what was it? Mirelurk egg yolk? Yeah. I’m sure it’s wonderful, but honestly, Gob, I’ve never had anything compare to that radscorpion venom and mutfruit thing you used to make for me back at Moriarty’s.” 

The poor ghoul smiled so nervously, like it pained him to do so, and Lone felt a pang of regret hit them. 

He hates when I do this…

“No, I’m sure yours is fantastic," they turned back to the bartender, "It’s gotta be, with how used to mirelurk you all must be here on the boat, I’m sure you know what best goes into it and everything, but um… Thank you. For the drinks, they'll be absolutely wonderful, I'm positive. Anyway, have a good night.” 

The blue-eyed brunette across the counter just quirked one brow at the unseemly pair, flashing a small grin as they slid off the stools, drinks in hand as they headed towards one of the small, round tables towards the edge of the restaurant in the middle of the Rivet City marketplace. 

“I’m sorry, Gob. I don’t mean to embarrass you, but…” 

“No, Lone, it’s really alright. Just… not used to all this, is all.” 

“I know.” Their voice was small, their drink neglected, as they only continued swishing it distractedly in their hand. “I wish you were though. I like bragging about you.”

Gob snorted, the sound all the more obvious with his meager nose. 

What’s there to brag about?

He didn’t need to say a word of the negative thoughts spiraling through his head. Lone could see them as plainly on his face as if he’d written them there in red ink. 

A firm clink sounded as they dropped their glass to the table forcefully, and Gob flinched. His grey eyes were cast downwards to the wooden floorboards, his fingers moving restlessly against each other where his hands were clasped together on the table. 

“Sorry.” Lone offered quickly, at his reaction. “But dammit Gob, do you think I would lie to you?”

“W-what?” 

“Do you not trust me?” 

“No, Lone, I trust you with my life, you know that, that’s not the ah… well…” 

“No, but it is, baby.” Gob’s eyes snapped to the contact as Lone’s fingers wound themselves to clasp with his on the tabletop. “You have to believe that I’m telling the truth, that I’m being genuine when I compliment you or brag about you, that I’m not just saying it to make you feel better, or anything. I mean, if you do, that’s a nice benefit, but when I gush about you, I do it because that’s really how I feel.” 

He didn’t even open his mouth to try and respond, just kept his gaze low beneath his furrowed brow. Lone almost spoke up again, until they felt his fingers move over their hand, the textured digits stroking lightly over their knuckles as the thoughts churned in his head. 

They stayed silent, then, and let him think, let him soak in the words they’d spoken, and if they were lucky, let him start to believe them. 

The restaurant slowly grew more busy, as the pair sat there in silence, Lone sipping their drink with one hand, as the other stayed clasped with Gob’s. Low voices began to toil and resonate within the metal walls of the ship as it came to life in the post-work evening. 

“I wish that I did…” Gob finally said, so low, Lone almost thought they’d imagined it. “Believe you, I mean… I wish it were easier, but, the way everyone else has treated me, the way Moriarty…” 

“I know.” They agreed sadly, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze. 

“E-even Nova, I know we seemed close, but… Still, in her face, I could see it. The… disgust.” 

Now Lone flinched, the admittance like the sharp sting of a bloatfly. 

“Some people just don’t know what to say, when they see others who are different, but that doesn’t mean you’re worth any less. That you’re any less of a person. I hope you know that.” 

Gob hummed uncertainly. 

“You seem to be the only one who thinks that way. There’s a reason people call us ghouls, you know?” 

“Well then,” Lone stood up, unclasping their hand from his so they could grab the chair they’d been sitting in across from him, and move it to sit directly beside Gob��s. “I guess I don’t really care what anyone else thinks. Because you’re a person, and even more incredible? You’re a good one. Even after all the shit ‘proper people’ have put you through, you’re still a sweetheart.” 

That forced a smile to his ruined lips, and Gob found himself leaning his head into his partner as they wrapped their arms around him in an all-encompassing sideways hug. 

“Lone…” He said their name with a chuckle, inspiring a delightful smile to pull at their mouth as well, just as they released him from their grasp, ever so slightly, to look into his glinting stormy, ocean eyes. “You sure you’re not an angel or somethin’? Cuz I can hardly believe you’re even real.” 

They blushed so sweetly at that, it made Gob’s stomach flutter. 

“Oh, I’m real, alright. You want me to prove it to ya?” 

Their eyes glittered with a genial sort of mischief, and the pittering in his stomach swelled to a startling jolt, as he felt his own face heat at the way his partner began to lean towards him, the way they looked at him, like he was something to be savored. 

How strange it felt, to be looked at that way… But how wondrous was the feeling that came with it. To be, not only tolerated visually, but wanted, desired, worth savoring. 

Gob felt as though he must be unconscious, to have someone look at him in such a way. It wasn’t– couldn’t be real life. It had to be a vision, a dream. Maybe Moriarty had hit him hard enough this time, maybe he was out for good. 

No matter what it was, he could only hope he lived in this dream forever. 

Without thinking, Gob found himself nodding to Lone’s question with wide eyes.

They grinned, satisfied, and leaned into him. 

The pair had kissed before, sure, and they’d done more than kissing, much to his surprise, and his delight– as nervous as he’d been for it all, but still… Nothing could quite quiet his mind and fill him to the brim with affection and elation like Lone’s sweet kisses. 

He could taste the slight bite of their alcoholic drink on their lips, could revel in the softness of their skin. So close to them, he could smell their familiar scent, the cornflower soap they used and the earthy clay from their boots. He could feel their warmth through their vault suit, where he hadn’t even realized he’d allowed his hands to roam. 

Gob was usually so reserved with his affections, so unsure, even after all this time, that Lone would want him touching their body, but after all they’d said and made clear to him this evening… They were right, he had to believe them. That they wanted this as much as he did, that they found him desirable, that they felt he was worth complimenting, worth bragging about– the way he felt about them. 

There wasn’t a day that’d gone by since he met the vault-dweller that he didn’t talk about them to someone. That he didn’t gush and amateurly wax poetic about their goodness, their kindness, their face, their eyes, their everything that he adored about them, even when they were still but a pleasant stranger. 

And he adored everything. 

Soon enough, the ghoul was completely absorbed in their contact. His hands respectfully wandered, tracing his partner’s soft skin, the seams of their suit; he tilted his head, deepening their kiss with a groan he simply couldn’t hold back, his face heating at the way Lone took that as an invitation to slip their tongue in to brush with his. 

They scooted forward, nearly until they were off their chair, using their hold around his shoulders to brace themselves as they melded their lips with his over and again, pausing only to pull in shallow breaths between the undulating contact. 

Gob wished he could tune everything out forevermore. That it could only be them two, where they both could feel more than adequate in this harsh world. Where he could feel deserving of the love his partner poured into him, where Gob could be beside them without garnering whispered insults and judgemental looks. 

Where they could simply be. 

But that wasn’t possible, he realized again, for the thousandth time, as he heard a dull comment about public indecency from not too far beside him. Then another, from a table behind the pair, about how much, they wondered, was the ghoul paying his partner to be with him, to do this with him. And in public, too. What will the kids think, if they see this sort of contact between the likes of him and that nice, young man/woman? 

Lone pulled away, as they felt Gob failing to reciprocate. 

“Did I get too carried away?” They asked with a breathless chuckle. 

The way Gob’s chest ached at their obliviousness, at their honest question, must have been plain on his face, because the smile Lone wore was soon dashed from their lips. 

“What’s wrong?” 

He shook his head, but his eyes must’ve betrayed him, as the noisy couple behind them continued to make their rude comments. 

“Oh, fucking hell.” 

Lone almost stood up, but Gob’s hand on their arm stopped them. 

“‘S not worth it, Lone.” 

They still simmered in his hold, their eyes alight and their nostrils flared. 

“You know what?” They said, their voice needlessly loud– he can only assume so that it reached the mannerless folks in question.

Gob barely had time to prepare himself, as Lone’s hands tangled in his shirt collar, and they hauled him into another kiss. This one was firm, powerful, as they pressed into him and resumed the ebb and flow of tender touching they’d both been absorbed in only a few moments ago. 

“Lone–” He tried to say through the kiss, his hands gently urging them back so he could speak properly. 

“No.” They said, as they relented, keeping their hands on his shoulders as their expression pleaded with him. 

“Gob, I don’t care if someone sees. If someone sees and doesn’t like. That’s not our problem, it’s theirs.” 

Their searing look was turned pointedly at the couple near to them, before it darted back to him, instantly softening as it set upon his face. 

Despite himself, Gob felt those tingles rise up in his gut again. 

“I love you, Gob, and if I wanna kiss you in public, everyone else can just deal with it, okay?” 

A grin broke out over his face, and Gob felt his hands tighten unwittingly where they rested on his partner’s waist. 

“Okay…” He nodded to them, before leaning in once again, and pressing his lips to theirs. 

This time was a bit more chaste, but only because he felt the overwhelming need to pull away, just for a moment, just to whisper, “And… I love you too, Lone.” 

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contents: trafficking, long-term captivity, expIicit dubcon which turns into expIicit noncon, intimate/affectionate whumper, manipulation, forced romance, overstimulation, ignoring safewords, gaslighting

We're back with the very nice man and his stubborn captive <33 Jian finds out that what saying yes really means <33

(ALSO!! I'm gonna go thru and edit the previous chapters eventually, but Richard Lee has a cat now! Her name is Cordelia, and she's a tiny calico fluffball of an old lady)

October 2019

taglist!!! @yet-another-heathen @much-ado-about-whumping @minerscanary

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Days passed, and they didn’t talk about it. Jian ate those pancakes dutifully and tried not to imagine Dickass Lee on the kitchen floor, sweeping up eggs and shards of china. The cut on Jian’s arm was on a likely path to heal without even leaving a scar, and they returned to the version of normal that Jian had come to miss. He slept in the same bed as the man, and they didn’t touch until Jian inevitably rolled over in his sleep. And like he’d promised before, Dickass Lee didn’t take it as permission.

They walked along the trodden paths of Dickass Lee’s woods, and Jian pretended it was the slightly chill air that made him shudder whenever they passed one particular tree.

To say that he had relaxed into the routine would’ve been a fucking lie, but it was one he was trying his best to convince himself of. So he pretended to feel surprised and betrayed when on one of their hikes, Dickass Lee’s hand slipped from Jian’s and wandered to his lower back. Jian stiffened and told himself it meant nothing, tried to pay attention to the crunch of leaves under his feet, but he wasn’t listening to himself.

“Is it the same deal?” Jian blurted after several attempts to focus on birdsong instead of Dickass Lee’s sly, greedy hands proved fruitless. “I say yes or I go back into that room? Or you leave me out here again?”

Dickass Lee’s hand returned to Jian’s, and the birds started to sing again, but Jian could only think about the calloused thumb that rubbed against his soft knuckles and made his skin ache.

“A bit crass to call it a ‘deal,’ Jian. I’m not one of your clients,” Dickass Lee said. Jian squinted at the peachy horizon of approaching dusk. He swore he heard a hint of disappointment in the man’s voice.

They were almost back to the house. Dickass Lee still hadn’t answered his question, and Jian knew better at this point than to push for one. It meant that whatever truths there were to be unearthed, neither of them would feel fulfilled by what was dug up.

The golden scale in Jian’s head that weighed the costs and benefits of every choice he ever made was broken, delicate chains tinkling to the floor, and Jian stepped over them into the man’s bedroom. Still, bravely or stupidly, Jian gently pulled back when Dickass Lee started easing his shirt off for him. He felt like they were standing in three feet of snow, tall powdery dunes forming all around them.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Jian heard Dickass Lee purr, and like looking down and suddenly realizing his feet had been dipped in concrete, Jian realized that his body had already begun to respond to the touch. “I’m curious if you can handle something more this time.”

“I don’t w--”

“It’s okay, Jian. You don’t have to do anything.”

Jian felt in equal measure the innocent draw of gravity and the greedy tug of a rope pulled taut when he fell into Dickass Lee’s arms. He let himself fall to duck the incoming kiss, to find something soft he could push against. It was to get away, to surrender. To balk, to beg.

It was a hug. All Jian wanted was a hug. A fucking hug. To pretend for a moment that there was one person in the world who cared about what he wanted, and who wanted to give it to him. And that accepting it wouldn’t sink him into a pit of social debt, or lead him to a cruel and deadly trap after the first reward. He just wanted to be offered a fucking hug, basic human comfort without bribery and shame.

Dickass Lee gave him that one long awaited gift without even the decency to let him experience the moment without fear of what was coming next. Jian produced one exhausted sob before Dickass Lee was holding his head up again and drowning whatever protests he might’ve still been able to deploy beneath a deep, slow kiss on the mouth that made them both quietly moan despite Jian’s chapped lips. Dickass Lee herded Jian to the bed, walking him backwards with his kiss as a guide, only releasing his face to gently topple Jian onto his back on the edge of the mattress, his feet still hovering just above the rug.

Jian bounced once and laid still, staring at the ceiling, trying not to hear Dickass Lee unfastening his pants or doing the same to Jian’s. There was no violence, not even the threat of it. As long as Jian stayed soft, stayed receptive and pliable, he would be okay. He would not cry. He would not cry. He would not--

His quiet sob was immediately hushed by a soothing hand petting along his cheek and jaw, and cut short by a tender hand warming between his legs, coaxing a short gasping moan out of him instead.

“Are you okay?” Dickass Lee asked without pausing. Jian had to find the space between horrifically gentle strokes to eventually weep out a response.

“I don’t know,” he keened, all traces of dignity lost in the wind of his own voice and in the soft ripples of pleasure that had begun to bloom at his core. He turned and pressed one side of his face into the mattress, feeling the dark red sheets soak up a smattering of teardrops, and allowed Dickass Lee to keep going, like he had a choice. “I don’t know, Richard, I don’t know.”

“Relax, Jian,” Dickass Lee said, drawing out a shudder as he teased his way up Jian’s chest and successfully lifted his shirt away this time. “It’s okay not to know. Let me do all the thinking.”

Jian wished it was harder to admit the strength of the temptation. But it wasn’t like he couldn’t see for himself that his body was basically begging for it already. And he’d been fine, last time. If he just did as Dickass Lee said, he might even be able to find it within himself to enjoy some of it now. Some of it.

He hummed hesitantly, averting his gaze, but his hips were already bucking under Dickass Lee’s careful hands, and even though he chewed the inside of his cheek to tamp them down, little moans kept bubbling up to his surface. Dickass Lee swallowed them with another kiss, which Jian returned, telling himself that it was better that way, though his chin trembled as he did.

“Come here, I want you on top of me,” Dickass Lee said once he broke away, his face still inches from Jian’s. His voice was slightly breathless, just a little desperate, and Jian’s stomach twisted at the reminder that the man was human. “You still doing okay?”

Jian shut his eyes. He lifted his head those couple extra inches and touched the tip of Dickass Lee’s nose with his, then bowed slightly to bring their foreheads together. If there was comfort in the action, he took as much as he could mine from it, or else convinced himself of its presence. He nodded in an almost imperceptible movement, but Dickass Lee felt it on his own skin.

“Good,” he purred, then kissed Jian lightly on the nose and climbed onto the bed himself, reclining against the cushioned headboard and inviting Jian to join him. Jian took the man’s outstretched hand and let himself be drawn up onto Dickass Lee’s lap. At the same time, Jian cinched off all the connections in his brain which let him see his own emotions, shutting his eyes inwardly, refusing to even make a subconscious attempt to pick apart the confusing mix of trust and fear and disgust and want that was jostling around inside him.

He kept his eyes locked on Dickass Lee’s and surrendered to whatever the man had planned for him, because it had to be better than fighting it. He tried to make himself believe that he wanted it, and quietly wished it wasn’t so easy to.

He didn’t remember if he’d been the one to initiate it or if Dickass Lee had guided him along, but under some kind of duress or another, Jian knelt around Dickass Lee’s hips and eased the man’s length inside him, drawing gratified moans from both of them. Dickass Lee’s voice was breathy and low, a grumbling purr that fed embarrassingly well into Jian’s whimpering keens as he started into a slow, rocking rhythm, Dickass Lee’s wide hands on his hips providing support when he faltered and a rev to his engines when he tried to slow down and breathe.

It was one of those revving interruptions that made Jian’s body take the first unwitting step onto a dangerously steep ramp of pleasure, and Dickass Lee seemed nowhere near finished with him yet. Jian twitched, clenching down automatically and feeling his thighs tremble with the effort of holding himself back from terminal velocity. A quiet, vulnerable, almost subvocal “oh” slipped from his lips, and he tapped Dickass Lee’s waist gently, somehow deluding himself for a second into hoping that the man below him planned to listen to his needs at all.

“Ss-slow down,” Jian whispered, his voice shaking along with his thighs.

Dickass Lee ignored him, keeping a steady pace, and Jian clamped his hands over Dickass Lee’s where he held them at Jian’s hips, but the man was thrusting into him from below now too, hitting a spot that made Jian’s eyes cross and his hearing go dull.

“Oh fuck, Richard, slow down, I can’t--” Jian’s voice was slipping out of his grasp, wildly varying pitches making him sound whiny and tearful and betraying how desperate he had become, or was just about to be. “Wait, Richard, you’re gonna-- I can’t have more than o-- o-oh, oh fuck, oh fuck--”

Dickass Lee surprised him with one singularly intense thrust that made Jian squeak out loud and nearly lose his imaginary footing on his own treacherous, slippery ramp. He slammed his fists into Dickass Lee’s open chest and only released his fingers to claw at the soft skin beneath them.

“Slow down, Richard, please. If I come, I can’t-- I can’t--”

“Shh, you don’t have to worry about that, Jian,” Dickass Lee said, easing his own pace a bit but still rocking Jian’s hips with his hands, drawing him down deep before rolling him back again. Jian’s claws retracted and he pressed his palms against the headboard instead, still whining low through the overwhelmed, beseeching call of his impending orgasm. “You’re okay, just relax.”

“Fuck-- Fuck, Richard-- nn, no no nononono, wait. Wait.”

Jian drew his thighs closer together, smacking Dickass Lee in the ribs with his knees as he tried to rise, but the man just pressed hard fingers into Jian’s hips and forcefully guided him down again, right onto the spot that burned a desperate pit into his core.

He used to be good at this. He used to be able to ride out the hitching racks of pleasure, to hold off until he felt like ending it. Checking out of his body and watching the scene between him and whoever he’d ended up with as if on a screen, playing director, creating a cinematic experience for his client or partner. It had even proven useful with Lucia’s clients, sometimes.

Dickass Lee kept him trapped inside sensation. The man had broken the frosted glass shield around Jian’s brain, wielding jagged shards to slash at him every time he tried to escape.

Jian was already--

“Richard. Richard, please-- I can’t--”

Dickass Lee’s hands gripped tighter onto Jian’s hips, and Jian exploded into sobs as he came, spilling onto the chest of the man who still wouldn’t let him go, wouldn’t let him breathe or slow down or even collapse into a hug which he now desperately needed, a craving that shot needles of nausea up through Jian’s stomach if he thought too much about it.

But Dickass Lee didn’t allow him to think. Before Jian had even stopped shuddering, Dickass Lee flipped him over onto his sweaty back with a practiced smoothness and a chillingly gleeful sparkle in his eyes, and thrust into him hard, way too hard, pounding Jian more suddenly and viciously than he’d ventured to yet. Every ounce of pressure buzzed straight into Jian’s nervous system like he was being fucked with a cattle prod, and he could do nothing but cry out his pain, because he knew that no matter how much he begged for it to stop, Dickass Lee would just keep bearing down on him. Jian couldn’t contain the segmented, rhythmic, pointless wailing sobs that poured out of him now, and he blindly reached out and caught one of Dickass Lee’s arms, clinging to it for dear life.

“Look at you,” Dickass Lee breathed in an awe-stricken tone, easing Jian’s knees up into the air with a firm hand that felt like it was packing pushpins, just so he could lean in closer. “Right there, Jian. Just hold on to me.”

“No, stop! Ow! I ca-- OW! I can’t-- PLEASE!”

But he had already been following the gentle command. He couldn’t breathe. His grip had become more desperate, and Dickass Lee kept pushing him harder, already miles past his limit. Jian was babbling nonsense into the warm, rigid forearm he cradled against his dry mouth, wretchedly begging for a stop to the sandpaper friction, to those inescapable punches from deep inside him which felt so incredible they felt awful.

All he’d ever needed was one fucking moment to clear his head and catch up to the level that Dickass Lee had unexpectedly brought them to. But Jian was even more trapped now. Everything was sensation, and the sensation was too much, so much that all of it hurt, even the innocuous touches of Dickass Lee’s arm against his face and the slight backwards bend in his hips that had started out so gentle. It had all flipped so suddenly into searingly bright pain that pulsed and dragged Jian deeper and deeper into mindless agony the more it went on.

“Red, RED, RED!” Jian screamed, scrambling for… what? A safeword? He knew it was no oversight that Dickass Lee had never even broached the topic. But there was nothing in his brain, no room for even the simplest of thoughts behind the torture of it all, except that he needed it to stop. He could feel nothing other than this. He was worth nothing more than this. It always came back to this. “Stop! Fucking please, please please pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, Richard, stop!”

Jian tumbled headlong into that panic, the steam-pressure fear that he’d always feel like this, that the man wouldn’t be satisfied until he could reach inside of Jian’s body and wrench another orgasm out of his writhing form, another orgasm that would not come. And it wouldn’t be over. It would never be over.

It’s gonna happen again and again.

With every ounce of power left in his lungs, Jian let loose one screeching sob through clenched teeth when Dickass Lee reached down between the tangle of their bodies and started stroking him again. But Jian had already been sobbing and begging Dickass Lee to stop, and it had done no good even then, back when it was only truly a plea to slow down and let him breathe. All it had done was get him here. Spur the man on, deepen his craving. He liked it. Dickass Lee wanted him desperate.

And unwilling. No matter how much he denied that particular desire. There was no way the man couldn’t see this for what it was.

Dickass Lee hit a spot with his thumb that coaxed a sharp, pitchy squeak from Jian’s mouth, and the man zeroed in on it without a shred of mercy.

No.

Paralysis took Jian’s body as he felt another impossible crest approaching, and he knew the wave would pick him up and slam him against a concrete wall when it hit, scattering the broken pieces of his body into the water as it rushed past.

“No…” he whined.

“Fuck, Jian,” Dickass Lee huffed into his neck. “You feel…”

He could see the white cap of the wave bearing down on him. He felt the rush of the ocean in his ears and a compulsion in his lungs telling him to scream. He opened his jaw to follow through but ended up biting hard into Dickass Lee’s shoulder and muffling his wail of agony through the man’s muscle tissue. When he came, it was accompanied by a choked, gasping sob and desperate claws drawing blood from Dickass Lee’s back as Jian’s whole body stiffened and shook for what felt like an eternity while flat white error screens overtook his brain. His right thigh cramped bone-deep, but he couldn’t even release his twitching hips until the water finally receded and he was left trembling and salt-stained in an empty tide pool. A string of drool followed his tingling lips when he released Dickass Lee’s shoulder from his jaw.

“No more,” Jian whimpered, and it didn’t sound like him at all. “No more, pl-lease, ple-ease, no more, no more…”

Dickass Lee’s weight settled on top of Jian’s empty shell, and the man’s placid stillness slowly reintroduced Jian’s brain to the possibility of life without overwhelming stabs of what pretended to be pleasure constantly raking through him, ripping his skin and electrocuting his insides, making his organs spasm like a bucket of worms. He whined wordlessly and buried his face in the crook of Dickass Lee’s neck, wrapping his arms around and holding on tight when Dickass Lee maneuvered them both into a reclining position, Jian a twitching creature in Dickass Lee’s lap.

“To-o mm..much,” Jian sobbed into Dickass Lee’s warm skin. The man started rubbing slow circles into his sweaty back, and Jian shuddered as he fell into another round of sobs. “Too mu-uch, it was too much, I ca-an’t, it HURTS, Richard, it HURTS--”

“Shh,” Dickass Lee soothed, massaging Jian’s scalp with his other hand, pulling Jian’s face even more firmly into the comforting false privacy of his chest. “You did it, sweetheart. And how are you feeling now? Are you still okay?”

Jian coughed out a shuddering sob that would’ve been blazingly furious if he had the room for that kind of emotion anymore. As it was, he shook his head against Dickass Lee’s chest and cringed at something warm and sticky that spread over his cheek as he did.

“Tell me how you’re feeling, Jian.”

“I can’t… I can’t do mm--” Jian’s whole body twitched, and he huddled as close as he could to Dickass Lee until the aftershock passed, ignoring the sticky spots on Dickass Lee’s chest that Jian was massaging in with his own cheekbone. He just wanted a hug. Fucking hug. “More than…”

“You did.”

“No…”

“You did. I knew you could handle it, Jian,” Dickass Lee said. He kissed the top of Jian’s head and spoke his next words directly into Jian’s skull, pressing his lips and nose into sweaty black waves that pitched and bobbed as Jian cried beneath them. “You’re alright, sweetheart. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

Jian desperately wanted what only Dickass Lee could give him right now. But the man was holding comfort just out of Jian’s reach, like a carnival barker dangling a prize in Jian’s face just to pull it back at the last moment and demand payment in the form of accepting his bullshit. Jian knew it was bound to work on him eventually, and he couldn’t do a fucking thing to stop the seeds from sprouting in his mind.

“I hate you,” Jian whispered, and nuzzled close, handing over one red paper ticket.

“I’ve got you,” Dickass Lee murmured again, tossing the payment behind the curtain, into a big glass jar that was already nearly halfway full.

-~-~-~-~-

Cordelia purred on Jian’s lap where he sat sideways on the couch. He held her in a loose cradle, brushing her long coat and staring listlessly while she kneaded tiny snags into the thick pajama pants he’d changed into. He’d at least convinced Dickass Lee to let him shower on his own, and could now bask in the precious few minutes of solitude he got while Dickass Lee took one for himself. Jian’s brain felt numbed, lidocaine injected straight through his ear canal. The static sound of the shower running upstairs was the only thing he could handle, and when it stopped, he realized he’d wasted away the entirety of his private time in a daze.

Cordelia let out a mrrp and craned her tiny head backwards to watch as Dickass Lee joined them in the quiet living room. Jian kept his face hollow, but it wasn’t much of a conscious choice.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” Dickass Lee cooed, and it wasn’t until he reached into Jian’s lap to pat Cordelia’s head that Jian realized he was talking to the cat. Probably. Actually, he still wasn’t sure. On the principle of the thing, Jian didn’t respond, instead just curling his knees in a bit tighter when Dickass Lee took a seat on the unoccupied cushion in front of him.

At Dickass Lee’s intrusion, Cordelia stretched and yawned and crawled higher up onto Jian’s chest, tucking her face beneath Jian’s chin and huffing out a grumbly sigh before settling into a nap. Jian held her close, cherishing the warmth and affection which came without any demands besides getting fed on time. He watched her whole body rise and fall along with his breath and ignored Dickass Lee, deciding that the sweetheart in question was the cat, and that the man hadn’t acknowledged him at all yet.

“You still hate me, Jian?”

Jian shut his eyes and scratched Cordelia behind the ears. He took a slow breath to steady his heartbeat and preemptively dial down his tone.

“You know the answer to that, Richard.”

“I want to hear--”

“I really don’t want to talk to you right now,” Jian interjected, opening his eyes to glare at what he could see of the man over the tops of his knees. He smoothed his palm over Cordelia’s coat when she rustled at his sudden volume.

“I want to hear it from you anyway. And I think we should talk.”

“Yes, I still hate you,” Jian snapped, barely allowing Dickass Lee to finish his own thought before the words spilled out. “What the fuck is supposed to have changed? Was I supposed to see the light while you were in the shower, scraping my cum off your chest? Fuck off.”

Jian’s cheeks and throat were starting to burn, and he buried his nose into Cordelia’s fur before the quickly rising tears could infect his voice. Dickass Lee leaned back, still watching him closely.

“Jian, I can tell that was a lot for you. If you need any--”

“Oh, great, so you did hear me begging you to stop. I was going to ask when you’d started going deaf.”

“Jian.”

“Richard, I only asked you to slow down!” Jian said, and abandoned all hope that he’d finished crying for the day. His voice broke raggedly, and when Cordelia wriggled in his arms with an offended little noise, Jian let her hop off his chest and onto the floor where she curled into a round puddle and fell back asleep, ignoring them both. Jian continued, his voice trembling. “I told you, I can’t come more than once. If you’re gonna fuck me, can you at least pretend to give a shit about me while you’re doing it?”

Dickass Lee blinked at him, but that invested, diagnostically inquisitive look in his eyes never changed. He wasn’t fucking listening, Jian thought bitterly. Dickass Lee was just drinking in Jian’s misery, waiting patiently for him to reach a breaking point so he could wrench his fingers inside and pull him apart at the most destructive moment. The sprouts in Jian’s head had grown springy leaves, and he couldn’t stop himself from giving up every drop of the ammunition Dickass Lee was after.

“I would be a lot more willing to say yes if I knew you weren’t going to just-- I remember you saying you were gonna make it easy for me. Are you taking that back? ‘Cause that was…” Jian sniffled, his voice giving out for a second, and there were tears running down into the neckline of his shirt, which he pulled up to wipe his runny nose with before taking a cold, shaky breath and falling straight back into his cascade of ill-advised venting. “I’ll kiss you, Richard, and I’ll… I’ll… There’s a lot of things I can do, but… I just need you to listen when I tell you there’s something I can’t.”

There was a long pause, and Jian stared into the pit of his lap while the back of his throat filled with more and more pressure with every second his words hung in the air on their own. He sniffed again in the silence, and couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay?” Jian muttered, his voice crackling. He looked up, feeling catastrophically pathetic as he tried to hold Dickass Lee’s gaze for more than a moment before blinking away another wave of tears. “Please?”

Dickass Lee kept his thoroughly and infuriatingly unreadable expression steady, looking and not looking at Jian at the same time. Jian swallowed painfully and turned his head to watch Cordelia on the floor instead, counting her tiny breaths.

“Of course,” Dickass Lee said softly. Jian shut his eyes against the burning pressure behind them and kept quiet. The green sprouts in his brain lapped up every tear that didn’t fall. “Of course, Jian. We’ll figure this out together. In the meantime we’ll take a break, and we can talk more about what we can do to make it easy.” Jian flinched in the dark when a warm hand found his trembling knee and started on a gentle massage. “Anything you need. We’ll be okay, sweetheart, I promise. I’m going to help you make it easy. All I need you to do is tell me when it’s too much.”

Jian had heartstrings like a wooden marionette doll, and Dickass Lee maneuvered him around in the most natural-looking of severely unnatural ways. He didn’t have the energy to dispute him, to remind him that he had clearly fucking told him exactly when he’d gotten overwhelmed. Rage was overshadowed by fatigue and the dread awareness that he would soon be too worn down to even recognize the man’s lies anymore. The calf massage started feeling too much like relief, and Jian was terrified that he’d lose his nerve and go chasing after Dickass Lee’s manufactured comfort if he let it go on for too long, so he swung his legs down off the edge of the couch and shimmied the rest of the way to the floor. Cordelia gave a surprised mrrp and Jian scooped her liquid, half-asleep form into his arms, holding her close in the warm nest of his body. She settled instantly, purring loud.

“Okay,” Jian mumbled, trying not to let his sour tone of defeat slip through. Dickass Lee leaned over to kiss him once on the crown, then stood and skirted around the coffee table towards the kitchen. Jian lifted Cordelia from his lap and stuck his face into her soft belly, pretending she could save him if he telepathically beamed an S.O.S. directly into the fluff. He was so fucked. He was so thoroughly, invariably fucked.

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The Bold and The Honk: Ler!George Lee!Karl

With a brief Ler!Quackity, Ler!Dream and Ler!SapNap

ALL PLATONIC

Author Notes: Sorry this took a bit longer than I thought it would! But it's finally here!!!

Words: 3314

WARNINGS: Swearing, I think that's it let me know if you think something else should be a warning.

SUMMARY: George is in a rather big Ler mood and is desperate to wreck someone. Lucky for him there are four others in the Feral household and so his search for a lee begins.

It was a rather ordinary day in the feral boys household each man was doing something rather independently. Dream was taking his fifth nap of the day though it was only noon. SapNap was editing in his office. Quackity was practicing making a few different dishes for a cooking stream they all had planned for later in the week and Karl was assisting him. That left George.

He was supposed to be working on his most recent video for his seemingly neglected YouTube channel but he just couldn’t get up the momentum he needed in order to focus. His mind was far too busy putting him in a very interesting mood. He watched his own fingers tap away at the keys and couldn’t help but imagine the squeaks and giggles it would make rather than its ‘click clack’ if it were a person beneath his fingers instead.

He leaned back in his chair, fingers running through his already messy hair. This only made him think of Karl and how he’d melt if someone lightly scratched his head. A fond smile crossed his lips. Living among the four other men he’d grown accustomed to the various and constant forms of affection. If any of them wanted a specific affection such as to cuddle there was always another Feral around to ensure they were helped and happy.

Gogy’s mind wandered back to tickling and how much it meant to the five of them. If ever one of them was in need of cheering up or just a smile this was a much favored method to get the crew back into a chipper mindset. Occasionally one of them would even ask to be on the receiving end and the friends would oblige with no questions. George was in the opposite mood however. He wanted to be on the giving end of things right now. He felt as though he needed it.

George was rarely one to be in a lee mood. He was often neutral until one of the others was under attack, then he’d join the offensive. Right now though, he was far from neutral, he was completely in a ler mood and ready to wreck someone. He trudged his way down the hall to Dream’s room and poked his head in the door. The green hooded man had clearly just woken up, his hair was tousled and his eyes were struggling to stay open. George tapped lightly on the door. Looking up Dream groaned jokingly “Ewwww what do you want?”

“I need you to help me with a certain mood I’m in?”

“What mood exactly?”

George stepped into the room until he was next to Dream “I’m in a ler mood and I really wanna tickle someone. You’ll help me right, Dreamy?” He poked his friend in the side.

“Absolutely nahahat! I just woke up! Go awahay!” The green one giggled and gave George a playful shove towards the door. George moved over to him again and ruffled his already messy hair with a grin.

“Fine sleepyhead, but don’t come to me with your next lee mood. I won’t be nice about it.”

“Whatever just get outta here dumbass.” Dream chuckled, swatting the offending hand away.

George decided to leave and continue his search for his next victim. Next he checked with Sap who was content at his desk. He leaned over the man’s shoulder. “Saaappppp” he whined.

“Geeoorrrggggeeeee” Sapnap mockingly whined back. “What’s up Gogs?”

“Can you help meee?”

“With what? Be specific.” Sap chuckled, eyes on the screen. George placed his hands on the ravenette’s sides, who tensed and smiled.

“I wanna tickle someone, like wreck them.”

“I’m editing go tickle Dream!” He playfully swatted Gogy’s hands away.

“He’s just woken up and won’t let me.”

“Then try Quackity.”

“He’s cooking.”

“Then tickle Karl, you know he loves it.” Sap giggled and pushed his friend towards the door “We can’t all procrastinate Gogs, I need to finish this video.” The door closed on him, Sap had returned to editing.

Editing had its own kind of fun but nothing would entertain the streamer the way his friends’ reactions did. SapNap was the proudest of the bunch, always holding out on laughing for as long as possible and will deny any compliments till the bitter end. Would have been an excellent target.

Dream was a screamer, his constant wheezing and endless sass made him an interesting lee to say the least. He always claimed to hate being tickled but the word ‘stop’ seemed to leave his vocabulary at the smallest poke. Unfortunately he was still drowsy and as such off the list.

Quackity was an involuntary fighter, the kind you have to pin a bit if you don’t wanna get punched or kicked. His hysterical laughter is always filled with a sailor’s worth of swearing no matter how much fun he’s having. George didn’t feel like getting potentially injured though. Another lee bites the dust.

Karl, on the other hand, was pure gold. The most ticklish, easily flustered by compliments and teasing but also not too embarrassed to admit that he loves the affectionate bonding that was tickling. His laughter was always full of cute noises like hiccups and snorts. But above all, since he enjoyed it, he was the one of George’s friends who could last the longest. Perfect.

Sir Not Found made his way to the basement, the Feral Cave as they all called it. With large sofas for streaming console games together and a large kitchen for cooking streams like the one Quackity was currently preparing for. Karl was presently attempting to flip an omelet and failing miserably.

“Oi! It’s a wild Gogy! In my kitchen!? The fuck is this!?” Quackity announced George’s arrival.

“Hey George! Wanna watch me pop off? I’m the omelet flipping champion.” Karl boasted and Quack rolled his eyes.

“You’ve dropped that same egg blob like five times, good thing no ones gonna eat it, they’d die on the first bite.” Quack told him.

George, who hadn’t said a word, walked into the kitchen and behind Karl. He slipped his arms around his friend’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Uhhuh George?” Karl’s tone was nervous and giddy. “Everything okay?”

George decided not to beat around the bush “I’m in a terrible ler mood. Lemme tickle you?” He gently poised his hands on Karl’s sides.

Karl froze and his cheeks turned red “Wh-What? How can you just ask that?” The room was already filled with his nervous giggles. He tensed in George’s hold, anticipating an attack. “B-Besides I’m helping Quack right now.”

“Oooh Karl’s in trouble Gogy’s in his bold arc!” Quackity teased. “You can have him Gogs, he’s a terrible sous chef anyway!”

“Hey!” Karl protested.

“Pleeaaasssseee Karl?” George tightened his hold, effectively hugging the other man who slightly melted into his arms.

“Oh fu-honk, okay. Please just-“ he was cut off as he was promptly thrown over George’s shoulder and carried towards the couches. His sweater paws now covered his face. He let out a yelp as he was plopped onto the sofa.

“Damn Gogy, you’re down bad. Must be one hell of a ler mood. Karl you’re so fucked” Quackity called from across the room.

Karl was far too giggly to respond. He covered his face and squirmed as George sat on his waist. “I don’t know where this mood came from. I just really needed to wreck someone. I tried Sap but he’s editing and told me to ask Karl because Karl. Loves. Being. Tickled. So. So. Much.” If there were any doubt that Karl was blushing before there was no room for argument now, with each word George poked Karl in the ribs, sending him into a giggle fit full of squeaks as his face flushed red.

“Sahahap is duhuhumb.” Karl offered.

“Mm-hm, and you’re ticklish! Now where’s that adorable laughter Karl? Please don’t keep me waiting. Your face has gone red you’re like a raspberry!” George reminded him by tasering his sides, earning a squeal. “Any specific requests from our little web star i-Karlee?”

Karl was in tease hell. When did George come up with a nickname like that!? His blush began to spread up to his ears and he made a series of flustered sputters as he tried to form words. He shook his head no.

“So I can just go for it?”

Karl nodded.

“Do you want me to start slow or wreck you? Your face is getting darker, how cute! Is that red Quackity? I need help confirming since I’m colorblind” George wiggled his fingers in the air.

More sputters left Karl’s lips. When did Gogy get so good at teasing? “I-I do-don’t” he squealed again as his sides were tasered once more.

“That’s not an answer~”

“J-Juhuhust” Karl tried to think through his giggles. He would die if this teasing continued. Unsure if he could handle being wrecked immediately he chose what he thought was the safer option. “Slohohow fihihirst”

“Aww~ anything for you i-Karlee!” George started by lightly scratching along his friend’s lower belly.

“Nahahaha!” Karl covered his mouth and snorted.

“Oh~ how adorable, you sound just like techno! Do it again!” George scratched around Karl’s navel.

“George NOHO!” He squealed and kicked his legs out behind the ravenette above him. Trying his best to not snort again he grabbed a nearby pillow and used it to muffle the noise.

“Now now, don’t hide from me Karl. You’ll only make it worse~” he teased and pinched along Karl’s lower rib, just enough to make him let go of the pillow. Karl snorted again as George returned his attention to his navel.

“Oh? Does this little piggy have a ticklish button? This one here?” He poked his finger inside and wiggled it around.

A small cackle resounded from the brunette “NAHAHA dohohoHOHOnt!” He whined and squirmed left to right.

“I believe the rhyme goes whee whee whee whee all the way home Karl” wriggling digits spidered up Karls sides and ribs, right to his armpits. Arms snapped down as bubbly laughter filled the air. “Do you think this is a good home for them?”

“OHOHOUT! G-GEHEHET OUT! NOHOHAHAHA” Karl bucked up and down trying to wrench the attacking fingers from his hallows.

“I’d love to but it seems as though I’m stuck here. What am I to do Karl? You’ve trapped me.”

“SLOHOHOW DOHOHOWN” Karl pleaded and snorted once more his face scrunched.

“Alright but you’ll have to lift your arms if I do~” Gogy warned him but slowed down to give his friend a breather.

Very hesitant arms lifted to free George's hands. As promised Gogy removed his hands from Karl’s armpits and began scanning for his next target. Karl took deep breaths and closed his eyes as he giggled and rubbed away the phantom tickles.

“Would you like to play a little game i-Karlee?”

“Whahat kind ohohof game?” He blushed at the nickname.

“It’s simple really, you keep your arms up as I count your ribs. If you snort I start over, If you bring your arms down that’s ten seconds of tickling on your worst spot.”

“You’re evil”

“That’s not a no Karl~”

“Sh-shut up”

“Is that a yes?”

“I… I mean-... It’s more of a…”

“Arms uuup~ up, up ,up.” George coaxed him and smirked.

Karl’s arms betrayed him as he felt his head rest on his hands, his arms up and behind his head. He knew he’d never made it through this counting game before without his arms coming down. He knew it was a trap and yet he couldn’t help the anticipatory giggles that poured from his mouth.

“Wow you must be in a lee mood if you’re being this obligatory. I’m honored.”

Karl avoided eye contact, his blush returning.

“Awww~ I knew he’d be willing to help you George” Sapnap’s voice came from the kitchen where he was now helping Quackity clean. “Karl loves to be tickled.”

“Is that what all the noise is?” A still half-awake Dream fumbled down the stairs and flopped onto his beanbag chair that was just out of view of their stream setup. Karl’s hands moved back to covering his face.

“It certainly is Dream! He’s helping me with my Ler mood.” Gogy supplied.

“Aww~ How sweet of him. Oh my god, look at how red he is.” He scoffed, “Since he loves to be tickled so much it’s a win win. Having fun Karl?” Dream chuckled and watched the two from afar. The glint in his eye made Karl nervous again.

“Now where were we?” George returned his attention to a very flustered Jacobs “Ah yes~ Put those arms back up, please.”

A tiny squeak and the raising of arms was all Gogy needed to begin. He started at the top rib, knowing that, when it came to his ribs, Karl’s were more ticklish the lower they were. Karl gave a surprised squeal and began to wiggle around, his arms already threatened to drop.

“Oooonnneee~ stay still for me okay i-Karlee?”

“i-Karlee? Really George” Sap laughed “that’s so dumb.”

“Twooo~ such a pretty laugh”

“Karl seems to like it~” Quackity chimed in.

“Threeeee~! You’re changing color again. Is it magic?”

“Aww does little Jacobs love his new nickname?” Dream added to the verbal assault.

“SHUT THE HONK UP” Karl was losing it. All of his friends' teasing was getting to him far more than the actual tickling. “Plehehehease! You buhuhunch of nihihimrods! I’m gohohonna dihihiie”

“That’s not very nice Karl!” George smirked as he continued counting ribs silently “you should apologize~”

Karl shook his head no. He knew what he was getting into.

“Oh? Feeling sassy all of a sudden?”

“You gonna take that from a lee George?” Dream instigated, ignoring the slow rise of butterflies in his own stomach. The tickling stopped.

“What are you dohohoing?” Karl gave nervous glances to both of them. He’d expected to be wrecked, not ignored.

“Apologize or you’ll be punished” George told him.

“Try me” Karl taunted.

“Oh I’m not going to tickle you into apologizing, quite the opposite actually.”

“What? How does that-?”

“If you don’t apologize no one gets to tickle you for a week. Even if you ask.”

“That’s just evil Gogy you know Karl can’t go a day without a lee mood” Sapnap added.

“Holy shit, Gogy’s villain arc!? Ooohhh you better apologize Karl~” Quackity watched them with excitement.

“Well what’s it gonna be?” George looked at Karl again “say sorry and I’ll wreck you properly” wiggling fingers hovered over Karl’s lower ribs.

“O-okay I’m sorry.” Karl hid his face again “please tickle me” he squirmed in place. A flood of adoring comments from the other four men filled his ears. Karl’s face returned to a lovely shade of red as he sputtered and giggled.

“Aww he even said please, now you gotta ruin him good Gogs.” Quackity laughed.

“I intend to. You three help me a bit?” George ignored Karl’s giggly protests “don’t tickle him, just tease.”

The trio grinned and gathered around. Sapnap was behind Karl, arms around his waist. Dream was on his beanbag he’d dragged over beside the couch. Quackity was laying on the back of the sofa. George, in front of Karl, positioned his hands on the brunettes knees.

“Ready Karl?” George asked him in a teasy tone but wanted to make sure he wasn’t crossing a line.

Pulling his hood over his eyes, giggling frantically, Karl nodded. A shriek was caught in his laughter as it began. George kneaded the spot above each knee and scribbled beneath them whenever the chance arose. He grinned at the bubbly laughter filled the air, mixed with snorts and cackles. Now this was the kind of lee interaction he’d needed.

“Awwww, how cute your knees are so sensitive~” SapNap cooed directly into his ear.

“How is your laughter so sweet Karl. I literally don’t understand how it can be so endearing” Quackity chimed in from his perch. George was currently kneading Karl’s sides making the younger squeal in lighthearted protest. Tears of mirth streamed down his cheeks.

“Better not let the fans see you blush like this Karl~” Dream chuckled “They’d lose their shit. Imagine Karl can’t open social media without see everyone saying how adorable he is~”

Another shriek pierced the air as hands squeezed Karl’s hips on rapid fire. Karl leaned back into Sapnap to avoid bucking away from the touch. Sap chuckled and blew gently on his ears, not touching him but it tickled Karl just enough to make him scrunch up his shoulders and kick out his legs a bit.

All the while Dream and Quackity continued to ruffle Karl’s hair and showered him with teasing words and praise. “Aww was that a snort Karlos~”

“You look like you’re loving this Karl~”

Karl’s struggling car to a stop and he melted into the sofa and Sap’s embrace. His mind was really foggy but he knew he was happy. He felt safe even in moments like this because he knew his friends would never take it too far. Three people teasing as one wrecked him physically was a new but welcomed experience for the lee. After another couple of minutes the tickling was only a gentle skittering across his neck, making him melt as he caught his breath,

“I think I’m satisfied, how about you Karl? Did you get your fill?” George checked.

“Uhuhuh just ohohone more tihihing?” Karl giggled shyly.

A flood of awes filled the air, making him hide his face once again.

“And what would that be?~” George paused for an answer.

“R-Raspberries” A familiar heat arose to his features.Due to keeping his face in his sweater paws Karl missed the mischievous grins and looks that passed between the other four. A silent plan formed.

“What!? Gogy forgot your raspberries? How rude, don’t worry I’ve got your back Karl.~” Sap said into his ear. Karl knew exactly what that tone was and barely had time to speak before a raspberry was blow onto his neck by Sapnap.

“SAHAHAP WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?”

“Oi! Look what you’ve done Nappitus!” Quackity was using his chef voice again “You’ve upset Karl and made ’im sweah! You should know his favorite spot is right ‘ere!” With that he blew a raspberry upon Karl’s ribs.

“QUAHAHAHCK STAHAHAHAP” Karls shriekd but made no attempt to escape.

“You’re doing it wrong it’s riiight here~” Dream took in a huff of air.

Karl’s hands shot down from his face just in time to see his roommates’s lips reach his side “DREHEHEAM NOHOHOOOO- ACK” His whine was cut off by a yelp and a flood out loud, bright laughter. Dream smirked and continued.

“Now, now we should all know that Karl’s belly is his favorite~” George had to speak loudly to be heard over the symphony of sensations that were currently driving poor Karl insane. Karl squirmed and sputtered half hearted protests as George leaned down and took in a large breath. The vibrations sent a shock through Karl’s core and left him laughing silently. A chorus of raspberries on his four worst yet favorite spots was causing him to feel exhausted. Noticing this his quartet of lers each gave him one last raspberry before helping him rub away the phantom tickles. They all hugged him and showered him with praise for holding out.

“Thahahahat was mehehean” Karl giggled and hiccuped in the pile of an embrace.

“Was it too much?” George asked, a bit worried. Karl blushed and shook his head no.

“Did you love it Karl~?” Dream chided. Karl nodded, sweater paws covering his face.

“Awwww~ Karlos~” Quackity hugged him a bit tighter.

“Sh-shut up” Karl couldn’t hide the grin in his voice and the group laughed together. They stayed piled up for a while but eventually Dream and Quackity wandered off leaving Sapnap stranded under George and Karl who had managed to fall asleep on top of him.

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Chapter 8: Actions Speak Louder Than Words

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“Are you sure your grandma won’t mind taking care of Rice today?” You ask Kita as you two go back to your car. He humms, starting the engine of the car. “She’s really nice and down to earth. No wonder why you’re such a good boy.”

“You call me good boy as if I’m Rice,” Kita sighs, and follows the map on the monitor.

“Well, like father like son,” you chuckle and you hear him click his tongue in annoyance.

“Where are we going anyways?” Kita changes the topic, eyes on the road.

“You’ll see when we get there,” you say excitedly.

Kita continues to drive for about 10 more minutes until the navigation devive announces that you two have arrived at your destination. You hop out of the car and Kita follows behind you. You skip going to the elevator of the building, thrilled about the date you planned.

You two arrived in front of the entrance of the store and Kita reads one of the posters posted outside in confusion. “Learn how to bake treats for you and your furry friend...”

“If you wanted to bake, we could have just done it at home,” he tells you as you enter the store.

You sushed him and proceeded to the counter. “I don’t want to do the dishes.”

“Lazy ass,” he mumbles, but you hear, making you kick his calf weakly. You continue to speak with the lady behind the counter to confirm and pay for your reservation.

You have rented the whole place for a time period for the two of you. Since you’ve posted that video with him, fans have been speculated on who he is and are making theories. Being seen in public and risking his privacy are two of the things you least want on your date right now.

“You’ve reserved the whole place this morning, Miss (L/N). And you wanted to make dog treats, and cookies?” The staff confirms with you and you just nod and hand her your card. Kita sighs in disbelief. He didn’t want you to spend so much on your date. “Please come this way.”

She leads you to the kitchen where all baking needs are arranged. It was like the Sugar Rush kitchen but in brighter colors. “You requested for the recipe only tutorial so here is the tablet where you can find all the recipes you’ve requested. Your aprons are here. If you need anything, just press this button and we will assist you.” The staff instructs before leaving you and Kita alone in the kitchen.

Once she’s out of sigh, Kita turns to you. “Isn’t someone supposed to teach us or something?”

You look away, your lips pressed into a pout. “I wanted to spend this time alone with you so I kind of reserved a different type of class,” you explain to him.

He chuckles and messes your hair. “Let’s start baking then. Since you wanted to make a lot today.” He goes at the counter where your aprons are located.

“Can I set up my camera here? Just for documentation. I won’t post it,” you tell him and he nods. You set up the camera and go to the counter as well.

The pink aprons had your names embroidered on it as it’s included in your package. He puts it on without hesitance and hands you yours. While you are trying to tie the back of your apron, Kita approaches you and ties it from in front of you. Basically, he’s hugging you.

He notices your red face and asks you about it. “What’s wrong with you?” You don’t answer him and hold up the tablet to your face. You aggressively look for the first recipe, not able to look at him in embarrassment.

“First, we’re gonna make the sweet potato biscuits. Baby, can you get these ingredients for me? 1/2 cup peanut butter, then sweet potato puree in the same measurement. 4 eggs. 6 cups of whole wheat flour,” you narrate and Kita goes to the shelves to get them for you. You start preparing the ingredients while Kita preheats the oven and cleans the baking trays.

“These are a lot. I don’t think Rice can finish all of these,” Kita states, scrolling through the tablet to check the next recipes you will be following.

“It’s not all for Rice. It’s for the dogs I’m going to adopt.” You start and Kita has his eyebrows raised already from the word dogs. “I’m actually planning to start a foundation on stray and unwanted dogs. I plan to adopt all the dogs in the city compound and provide them a safer and friendlier shelter before they find a home. I found this abandoned land near our place and bought it last week. I’m still looking for someone who can feed and look after the dogs full-time since I’m busy with school.”

You mix the puree, peanut butter, and eggs first. Then, add the flour last. Kita just watches you, admiring you from the side. You sounded so proud and passionate about your plan. His heart beats faster just from the thought of it. He knows how busy you are with school and your work, but you still manage to spare some time in helping these dogs.

“Don’t just look at me, babe. Help me shape these treats,” you complain and he stands next to you. The new pet name causing him to smile for a bit. He starts rolling the dough in silence and you wait for him to finish, the cutter shaped in a dog bone in your hand.

You put the treats in the oven to bake for 13 minutes. While you two wait, you start making the frozen. Your eyes are stuck on the screen, looking for the perfect flavor for Rice. “I think he’ll like the peanut butter and banana more.”

“Nope. Strawberry and mangoes.” Kita disagrees with you.

“I know our son better than you. We’re making the banana and peanut butter,” you argue but he doesn’t give any reactions. “Fine. Let’s make both and see which he likes more later.”

You both start making the dog-friendly frozen yogurt. Your recipe only needed a cup of yogurt, 1/4 cup peanut butter and one mashed banana. ‘It seems edible,’ you think before taking a spoonful and eating it. ‘Weird but not bad.’ Kita catches you on act and he grimaces at what you just did. “It’s human food!”

“We’re making this for a dog,” he rebuts. You take a look at his yogurt mixture, and stretch your arm to his mixing bowl. He moves it away from you but you go after it. He stretches his arm up, holding his bowl in the air. “No. This is for Rice.”

“It’s just yogurt with mangoes and strawberries!” You fold your arms together, glaring at him.

“Are you Rice?” He deadpans so you turn and go back to your area. Kita puts the bowl back on the counter top, looking at you from time to time to make sure you won’t eat from it. He looks at the mixture he made and pokes his spoon in it. He licks the back of the spoon and you see it.

“See! You’re doing it!” You point and try to take a spoon from his bowl again, but he quickly hides it from you. “You’re a meanie!” You stick your tongue out at home and he mirrors your action, annoying you. “It doesn’t matter. Rice will like my frozen yogurt better.”

You hear the oven’s alarm go off so you forget about your little banter and run to the oven. You open it and quickly touch the steel tray, forgetting that it’s hot. You wince in pain and Kita clicks his tongue before going over with oven mitts. He takes the trays out and puts it on the counter to cool.

“Let me see your hand,” he orders you, removing the mitts from his hand and placing it beside the trays.

“It’s fine. It was a quick touch anyways,” you put your hand behind your back but Kita gently grabs your wrist to expose your burnt fingers. He slowly pushes your head back with his finger on your forehead, causing you to giggle because you know what’s about to come. Before he can start to scold you, you beat him to it. “I’m so clumsy and excited. I should be more careful next time.”

He narrows his eyes at you before giving the treats his full attention. Yours is also back on the treats, not minding the uncomfortable burn on your fingers. You don’t want to ruin your date just because you got hurt from your very own actions.

“Try it.” Kita takes one piece and hands it to you. Shaking your head, you for an x using your arms. “Why not? We made this with human food.” He tries to convince you using your own words. Hesitantly, you take the treat from his hand and take a small bite. You spit it out immediately and he starts laughing.

“It tastes awful! It’s like dirt!” You complain, running to the water dispenser at the corner of the room. “I hate you!” You stay away from him, upset.

“Come back here,” he tells you but you shake your head. “I’ll take a bite, too. Just come back here.” You slowly take small steps towards him, a cup of water ready for him. He takes a small bite from the treat and then another one. You gasp in disgust, moving away from him again. “You’re over reacting. It does not taste that bad. It’s actually pretty good.”

You gag from his words and he pulls you back by your wrist. You offer him the cup of water and takes it. “No wonder why Rice likes eating dirt.”

“How do you know what dirt tastes like?” Kita asks you, turning the tables. You chuckle sarcastically before looking at him.

“Oh, you’re changing the topic now, baby?” You give him a sly look and he just shrugs. You leave the treats alone to cool and you two proceed to making the cookies.

The Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipe

Ingredients

227 g unsalted butter, room temperature

1 cup brown sugar

3/4 cup caster sugar (or white sugar)

1 large egg

2 Tbsp water

1 and 1/2 tsp vanilla extract

2 cups flour, sifted

1/2 tsp baking soda

1/2 tsp kosher salt

chocolate chips

“Okay so first you cut the butter into smaller pieces and cream it with both of the sugar,” you read the instructions on the tablet. Kita takes a whisk and starts creaming it manually. “You’re not going to use the electric mixer babe?” You look at his arm and his sleeve is tightening on his bicep from whisking. “You know what, stick to what you’re doing. You’ve already started it.” You lean your elbows on the counter, and goggle on his arm muscles. ‘To be held by those arms and chok-.’

“Done. What’s next?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You hurriedly look for the tablet, obviously distracted. ‘She really was just staring at my arms the whole time.’

“Next is to add an egg, water, and the vanilla extract,” you instruct and he follows. You on the other hand, prepare the dry ingredients. You sift the flour, salt and baking soda, creating a fog made of the powders.

“(Y/N),” Kita calls you sternly so you carefully do it this time. Scared, you clean up the dusts of flour on the counter. You give the dry ingredients to Kita and he mixes it together. It’s time to choose to the chocolate chips.

“Milk chocolate.”

“Dark chocolate.”

You competitively stare at each other before Kita grabs both. He puts 1/4 cup of each, but you’re unsatisfied. “More.”

“If I add more this will just become a chocolate chip with cookie,” Kita tells you. You take the jars of chocolate chips and pour more. Kita takes a deep breath in, extending his patience. He mixes the chips with the dough then puts it in the fridge so you’ll stop adding more chocolate to it.

The dog treats have dried so you look for a packaging. You find a cute little paper pouch and decide to use it. You grab a random tape and pen from the stationary station. You sit on one of the stools and put your phone on the counter.

“Baby help me name the dogs.” You request to Kita and he obliges. He sits beside you, very much interested in naming the dogs with you. “So luckily, there are only 20 dogs at the pound. So we need to put three pieces of treats per bag. You put the treats in and I’ll write their names on the bag.”

“Okay,” Kita complies and you scroll through your phone to find the photo album of the dogs. This is one of the times he finds you serious and loves the look on you. He likes you being playful and childish, but he digs this relaxed and composed personality as well.

You show him a picture of a dog, a smile growing on your face. Your smile is infecting him, he can’t hold his in. “She’s cute right? Should we name her Carrot? She has a brother who we should name Pumpkin.”

“You’re naming the dogs after crops?” Kita raises an eyebrow and you nod eagerly. “It’s because of Rice’s name, isn’t it?”

“They’re Rice’s siblings, babe. It’s normal to name them after crops.” You explain, writing the name Carrot on the paper bag. He scoffs, his smile growing even wider. He leans his elbow on the counter, the side of his head on his palm. A strand of hair drapes on your face, so his free hand tucks it on the back of your hair. You eye from the side, his stare and action causing you to turn red.

“We should name the dog Tomato,” he suggests, obviously making fun of your blushing face. “To give tribute to your face right now.”

After baking the cookies and putting them in packages, the two of you head to Osamu’s store for takeout and give him your baked goodies. You then head to his grandmother’s house to pick Rice up.

“Oh, it really is not Ayako,” his grandmother, says and Kita stiffens. “I was wondering why she was acting like a stranger this morning. What’s your name dear?”

“(Y/N),” you say politely, suspicious of Kita’s sudden change in behavior.

“Are you my Shinsuke’s girlfriend?” She asks you and you look at Kita. This will determine your relationship.

“She’s a friend,” Kita answers, breaking your heart. And you thought you were something after that kiss and your date today. “We’re heading out now. I’ll visit you soon. Don’t forget about your checkups, okay?”

Your can’t even think of anything. Kita’s words are repeating in your head like a broken record.

‘She’s a friend.’

‘She’s only a friend.’

‘She’s only my friend.’

‘I’m a friend.’

‘I’m only friend.’

‘I’m only his friend.’

“(Y/N), let’s go,” Kita calls you, Rice already in his arms. You politely bow to his grandmother before following after him. You go back to your car, more quiet than usual. Rice is sleeping on your lap, probably tired from playing with Kita’s grandmother the whole morning. “You’re quiet. What’s wrong?”

“Do you really see me just a friend?” You finally ask, looking out of the window. He puts the gear on parking mode, and his hand goes reaches out to squeeze your cheeks before he makes you face him.

“I only said that because my grandmother watches your videos. If I say yes, she’ll most likely share it to her friends, the nurses and doctors at the hospital, and pretty much anyone she knows,” Kita explains, letting go of your cheeks.

‘You didn’t even answer my question.’ You give up from fighting any further, already tired from baking. You close your eyes and force yourself to sleep so you won’t think about his words. Sleeping the whole ride, you are shock too see that you’re already back to your house.

The three of you enter the house, and head straight to the dining room to eat. After eating, Kita hands you the frozen yogurt he made at the baking studio. “I made another one for you. It’s with your favorite fruits.”

You are still sulking from his words, but you are weak for his actions. You take a clean spoon and start munching on the frozen yogurt. He takes your burnt hand, so you stop eating. He puts your fingers near his lips and he kisses them. You choke on the yogurt, surprised by his move.

“I wanted to do that since a while ago but we were in public,” he tells you, then shifts his body closer to yours. He cups your cheeks and pulls your face close to his. “This, too.” He plants a short kiss on your lips then moves away from. “Get some sleep. You look tired.”

‘Actions speak louder than words, (Y/N). Actions speak louder than words.’

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Facts:

It's important to mix your dry ingredients in the right order, because all of your ingredients are fighting for water.

The absence of sugar in a confection allows flour proteins to create gluten, which is why gluten-free foods contain high amounts of sugar.

Egg yolks contain something called lipids, a special kind of fat that adds color and flavor to cookies.

Cheesecakes date back to Roman times, when mild, milky cheeses got a jolt of sweetness from honey.

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I'm banning myself from ever interacting with any car ever now /lh

Also when I was reading the update a mixture of will wood and Heather's was playing so it matched the vibe adequately)

Hi Janus, looking fabulous as usual. Hey, fun idea, if you're not busy of course, I think you, remy and remus should do something together again. You all like each other and I think it would be nice (your choice though).

Hey remy! I'm here for moral support and advice. For the moral support, maybe mayhaps try driving a tad safer (I can help if you wish) and just try...being as much as yourself as you can whilst you're high. No judgment, I promise, just great concern for you. I think you're a good person and in no way a bad friend, please do not worry.

Hi Remus, I bring offerings in the shape of mouse skull jewellery, seeing as I haven't talked to you for a g e s. Genuine question though, are you alright? There are lots of changes and memories going on, and remember does seem a little...unstable. Do you need anything? At all? Maybe a mini too hat so we match?

((Also, I would love it if Oswalds snail problem gets worse and worse :]))

🐌🕸

(All the art described in this is based on real art pieces so I'll have a list of credits at the end)

Janus was in the middle of grocery shopping when you appeared in his cart. He put the cereal he was holding right next to you before saying.

"You're sitting on my quinoa"

He lifted you up and sat you on the store shelf between two cereal boxes before straightening your hat.

"Much better" When you spoke he nodded along with a calm smile "I think I can find time to spend time with them. I have a busy schedule right now. Between slaying the queen and generally slaying, it's a hard life to be me" He let out a chuckle at his own joke "I am actually very available and I would love to be with them"

"I found the eggs" Logan interrupted. He placed a box of eggs in the shopping cart before diligently crossing it off his shopping list. "Greetings Snail" He added.

Janus snaked their hand around his arm and Logan pressed a quick kiss to the top of their head. The notification sound for their phone went off and they quickly checked.

"It's Remy. Seems that Snail simply wanted to butter me up. They're wondering if I would enjoy an evening of karaoke clubbing" They looked up at their boyfriend "Want to come?"

"Coming is one of my favorite activities" Logan replied fully serious "I would gladly come along. I can be the resident driver"

"I'll tell them. Want me to go fetch the lettuce now?"

"Oh please do! It's half price!"

--

This time you appeared in the bathroom sink of Remus' apartment. You peaked over the side of the sink and saw Remy sitting on the floor. They were holding a mirror to shave, doing it while standing up took too much energy.

There was no obvious beard growth that actually needed shaving, they just had to do it the moment the thought of gross hair growing on their face entered their mind. You caught them tracing their hand along their jaw down to the adams apple and back up to their hair, trying out a few different ways to style it. All while grimacing at themself.

They squinted up at you "Girl did you just suggest that you would help me drive even tho you're like a snail....without arms!....You may have a point! Tho I think I'm like gonna try not to like drive at all"

As you continued they got the same look on their face they had gotten the day before when another watcher had talked to them about their relapse. They lowered the mirror and sat the electric shaver away to look up at you.

"...thanks....i wasn't like expecting people to like....not judge me....i didn't...i'm not used to people like being concerned about me if they don't like also yell at me about how being concerned about me is like causing them pain.......I'm a really really awful person...and a bad friend.....so it's nice to hear at least someone doesn't think that....thanks"

You had successfully delivered your message so you got down from the sink and left the bathroom. Since you're a snail you're quite slow so it's a good thing that you're also a master at roller skating. You rolled to the kitchen and knocked right into the back of Remus' leg.

He picked you up while saying hello before setting you on the counter where an array of sandwiches had been laid. It was lunch for the artpark day. He'd mixed mustard and tube caviar on his sandwiches while he'd simply given Remy cheese.

A loud gasp left his lips as the mouse skull jewelry landed right on the cheese. He picked it up and inspected it while letting out several Wows!

You asked if he was alright and he nervously twirled the jewelry around his wrist. He kept his hands busy with preparing the sandwiches while thinking of what to respond. 

He sighed “I...guess I’m not....remembering has always been unstable I just managed to hide it ‘cause I’ve lived alone...So many memories are blurry I’m constantly scared I’ll remember something...I don’t wanna remember anything more....”

The coffee machine started to ring to show it was done. He went over to it and simply let the smell of newly brewed coffee wash over him. It reminded him of Remy, it kept him grounded.

"....you are kinda right though. Living with someone 24/7 is making it worse...I had to become a very strange shape to fit in what made me safest around...him...and now when I'm with Remy my brain keeps wanting to revert back to what kept me safe but I know Remy is safe! I know that! But my brain won’t shut up about it!"

He finished up the sandwiches and packed them down into a box. His hands shook ever so slightly as he did it.

"I constantly have this feeling that at any time it will happen again. it's so fucking daunting...." He managed to force on a tired smile to show he appreciated the company “A matching hat does sound nice. I wish you could pick my brain out of my skull as well. A part of my thoughts is constantly occupied with fear, it gets real fucking tiring....I don't wanna feel him no more"

Remus let out a sigh and fiddled with the mouse skull to distract himself. He moved to the cupboard where his and Remy's daily medicine were.

--

A few hours later the bus stopped outside the art park. Around it were vast green acres where cows roamed and wheat grew. Remus had had a hayday during the entire bus ride since he got to yell out “COW!” over and over again.

Remy lowered their sunglasses and glanced around the entrance of the park “Not seeing any a- Is that a fucking castle?!”

“I think that’s just a fancy house”

“Giiirl I think we accidentally took the bus to like the regency period. It happens more often that you think. Time traveling buses I’m telling ya”

Right next to the entrance was the gift shop and a small cafe. Behind the roof the top of the fancy house could be seen. It belonged to the rich people who technically owned the park, they had just decided to loan the land out to preserve art.

There wasn’t that many people, only a few couples, maybe a family here and there. Probably because it was a cold day. Not cold enough to stop Remy from wearing a skirt but cold enough for them to put on long fuzzy socks. Remus had wired the mouse skull jewelry around their cane for good luck and mouse strength.

Remy reached out their long arm as they passed the gift shop and snatched a map showing where all the art was located in the park. They handed it to Remus who squeeled when he looked at it.

“How many ghosts do you think lives in the fancy house?” He asked.

“Liiiike 4 at least. Tons of drama!! Probs even like a love triangle”

“Love square”

“Oooh girl. Speaking my language”

“SPOOKY BARN!!” Remus exclaimed while pointing at a dubious looking barn that stood next to the gift shop.

He shook Remy’s arm around while pulling them along towards it. There were no people in the barn aside from them and the only light was coming in from the open barn door. Heavy breathing filled the barn. 

The sound enveloped them. Weak uneasy breathing. Like a wounded animal laying on the side of the road and yet so hauntingly human. Quickening heartbeats continued in the background.

Mirrors covered the floor in front of them. The reflective surface seemed to have grown up from the floor and stuck onto the wall. It reflected the wood ceiling that looked like it had stood there for hundreds of years. Like a church thrown out into the woods.

Remus grinned and waved at himself in the mirror “I think this is the first art piece!!”

Remy sincerely squinted “Bestie sorry to break it to you but I’m not seeing any like art. Where’s the painting?”

“Beanie...Sweet beanie filled with layers of skin and blood and at least 3 bones...Did you think they were going to hang paintings outside? Where it rains and the wind blows?”

They shrunk in on themself while nodding.

Remus’ smile widened even more “That’s a really nice thought” His hand reached out for their’s and their fingers intertwined “It’s a sculpture park Beanbog. Some installation and performance stuff too I’m guess. Should have figured that wouldn’t be obvious to non art freaks” 

“I’m just like stupid”

“And I’m ready to get on these bitching mirrors!”

“That’s allowed??”

In response Remus simply pulled them along. He took a first step out on the mirror and squeezed their hand to make them follow. They left the cane on the ground and snaked their free hand around his upper arm to keep themself stable.

The breathing coming from the speakers all around them quickened. They started to become desperate as the heart beat faster and faster.

“Maybe there’s a sensor under the mirrors” Remus theorised “So the audio changes the more people walk on it”

They walked further and Remy looked down at the floor. At the shape of their hands tightly together being reflected back to them with the ceiling behind them. The audio made it feel like the barn was a body that had swallowed them.

Remus took a few steps back to test out if it would change anything but the breathing just kept getting more ragged. A family walked into the barn and for a moment Remy wondered if they should move away from Remus before they felt his thumb softly rub back and forth against their skin.

One last desperate breathe echoed through the room before the audio slowly cut out. For a few seconds it was quiet before ambient music started up. 

“Augh it’s just a looping audio tape” Remus muttered “Still cool! Ready to continue?”

“Sure”

Their hands stayed together as they left the barn and continued down the stony walkway. Remus pointed out an Installation in the trees and got so focused on ti Remy had to pull him away from walking right into a wall. 

On the other side of the wall was a garden of trees blossomed with white leaves. Beyond the trees was an open picket fence showing the true entrance to the meat of the park. The forest with the massive lake in the middle.

When they got closer to the trees they saw the leaves were small paper notes clipped to the branches. Next to the art work there was a sign saying to make a wish.

“Girl the counselor at my old school wanted my whole class to do this” Remy commented. “She like reeeaally wanted it to be deep or something secret so I wished for a guy in my class to fall face first onto the ground so all his teeth got knocked out. Apparently that was ‘violent’ and I had to like go to the principal or whatever”

Remus let out a sinister laugh “The principal was just too afraid of your huge dick energy my guy”

They quietly agreed to simply walk past the art work even though it was literally made by Yoko Ono. Probably the most famous artist in the park. 

Among the trees and in them were a few statues. Even though there were little signs next to them explaining the artist’s intent Remy didn’t get any of it, but they were happy to listen to their crush’s theories on what it meant anyway. 

They walked between two bushes and ended up next to the lake. They continued right in between two parts of a statue and traced the edge of the lake. Near a statue made of rust Remus suddenly sat down right on the leaves and smoshed his face into the ground.

“Is this like an art thing I’m not getting?” Remy asked while looking at him.

“SNAIL!!” He yelled back as he held up his hands. On his palm sat a tiny snail that was retreating into it’s shell “A small one! We need to bring it on an adventure! It’s gotta become cultured!!”

“Let the snail be a bimbo if it wants”

Remus made a showing of leaning his ear right next to the snail and nodding “It says it wants to go on an adventure!!”

Remy shrugged before picking up a leaf from the ground and folding it into a hat. They put it on the top of the shell and smiled at it. Remus took ahold of their hand again and grinned at them.

Every time they saw an art piece Remus would hold the snail up so it could see. All of the words on the information sheets were blurring together for him because of the noises of the people walking so Remy read every sheet aloud for him and the snail.

“And That’s the next art thingie my dear Snail!” Remus explained while pointing.

“Babe that is literally a bench”

“Oh....Well you never know?”

Remy squinted out at the lake before saying “Would be pretty cool to like set a dress on the water. Like so the skirt is all flared out but the bust is upright y’know”

“Dude!! That’s such a cool idea. And then the flies and birds would slowly eat away at it to show how fast fashion gets destroyed under capitalism !!! MuHHAHAHAHAH!!”

“I was just like thinking of how good Fka Twigs dress looked in like one of her videos” They sputtered out while fiddling with their hair.

“Still cool!!”

“Would be even cooler if the dress then got like lit on fire I guess maybe I dunno”

“Even cooler!! You’re on a roll!!

The moment he turned around to show the snail the next thing Remy’s cheeks lit up like a christmas light from blushing. Remus suddenly started to pull in their hand harder as he saw a large stack of logs. It was if a lumberjack had simply forgotten to stow them away. Until Remus got too jumpy and ran ahead with the snail to look at the other side of the logs.

“PIG!” He exclaimed.

“Shit! FUCK! IS THERE A COP?” Remy immediately yelled back.

“No! Literal pig!”

Remy rounded the log mound and saw that the different patterns of the log stumps when fitted together created a pattern that perfectly looked like a pig.

“That sure is a pig”

“Glorious” 

“Is it like trying to say something bout one piece of nature being like molded into another piece of nature but like the animal kind?” Remy guessed.

“I think that sounds plausible! And it looks cool enough it may even be deserving of being the snail’s new home!” He moved his ear near the snail again “What do you say small gooey friend? Wanna reside here? Become a part of the art?”

Remy whispered a quiet “yeeees” which made their crush laugh.

He went up to the log statue and sat the snail on one of the tree trunks. One near the ground where leaves and a bit of rain water had gathered. He blew it a kiss goodbye before taking his friend’s hand again and skipping away.

A straight couple was walking not that far ahead of them. The couple had gotten there later than them but with Remy’s cane and the unstable ground they weren’t exactly going fast.

An echo of a yell bounced between the forest tops but Remus didn’t think about it as he instead whispered out to his friend “What kinda couple do you think they assume we are?”

Remy let out a snort “Fags. Def”

“I’m betting on just like really weird lesbians”

“Oh my gosh girlie!! You’re so right! Walking in a forest is like such a lesbian thing to do!-”

Another distant yell echoed. It was the voice of a young girl yelling out after her mom. Immediately afterwards a similar yell came from somewhere behind them. The couple in front of them jokingly yelled back “Mom! Mom!” before bursting into laughter.

“What if we just like stumbled into a horror movie” Remy said while twirling their hair around their finger “Wouldn’t that be hot or what”

“That would be really cool. Spooky scary little girl?”

“More like a child ghost army”

“Oh I like your thinking” Remus replied while looking up at the trees. He suddenly pointed up at a branch “There! A speaker. Waitttttt”

Soon enough a yell from a young boy echoed out calling for both of his parents right from the direction of the tree.

“Sooo like instead of walking into a horror movie we walked into art instead. I think I like like it. It’s spooky kinda” 

Remus made the noise equivalent of “!!!” while shaking their arm around “I’m glad you like it!!”

The yells continued all the while they walked through a path filled with pine that had fallen from the trees. Eventually they too started to yell back at the child voices which the other couple noticed. The four of them grinned at each other before all letting up into a choir of barely contained laugh yells.

A few droplets of sweat rolled down Remy’s forehead as the hand they held the cane with was beginning to shake. They didn’t say anything of course but Remus noticed and as soon as he saw the next patch of sculptures, one of which was a large clam made out of concrete. And by large he meant Large. He pulled them along to it.

He took a big step up onto the sculpture and spun around to help his friend up as well. He did a gracious splat right onto the concrete and pressed his entire face down into it’s gravel. Remy laid down beside him on their back and stretched out their shoulders. A soft whine left their lips as their back cracked.

“I reeeeeaally needed some floor time. Thanks girlie”

“My brain feels like it’s growing” Remus said with a fully serious tone “Like an alien baby in my head!”

“You haven’t like eaten any random ass berries have you?”

“Nuhuhuhu! Dear Beanie! It’s the art!! It’s expanding my brain!! This is why I love going to art museums ‘cause like I gotta use so much brain power to understand what the art means my brain gets all muscular and once I figure it out I get this satisfying brain feeling! Like when you beat a game of chess you know?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never like won chess”

“Me neither!!”

Remy turned their head to look at him “Wanna like show of your bulging brain muscles by like explaining what the hell some concrete in the woods is supposed to mean?”

“Elementary Beanie! It’s because.....Gimme a minute”

 He scrunched his eyes closed and made random noises to signal he was thinking. Remy reached out their hand and took his. They pressed a kiss to his knuckles and mumbled out that it was to make him think better.

“Maybe it’s just to mark that whoever made it was here?” Remus said.

“Hah amateur! If I wanna mark that I’m somewhere I simply walk into the room and Work bitch by Ms. Spears instantly starts playing! Easy!” 

“No I mean like....So there was this forest obviously but then they had to have brought in like machines and stuff to create this concrete Thing! And now it’s a part of the forest! It has moss on it and everything! It’s like terraforming! That’s my theory at least”

Remy moved their leg back and forth to feel the concrete’s harsh texture against their bare skin “Yeah...I think I get it...Sometimes you just want reassurance that you exists even outside of like yourself” They let up into a half hearted chuckle “Most days I just want Viv to like come back and strangle me so I know I’m still real”

“Exactly. I’m scared if I don’t focus hard enough I will realize I’m already dead and I didn’t notice I died y’know? I feel much more like some floating brain entity than a living being I might as hell have died by splattering my body into thousands of pieces on rocks!!”

Remy shrugged “Living is overrated anyway. Being a zombie is like suuuuper in this season. Zombies is like the new black”

“Wisdom to live by!!”

Remus gave their hand another squeeze before sitting up and taking out a box of sandwiches from his bag. He held one out to Remy who propped their head up with the leather jacket to avoid actually having to sit up while eating. Along with the sandwiches Remus pulled out his sketchbook. He chewed on his lunch while drawing. 

“That one looks like a penis” Remy said while pointing up at a cloud. 

They glanced away from the sky and looked at their crush. They let up into a joking smile when they saw he was drawing. They did a playful pose while tipping their sunglasses down.

“Drawing me like one of your sexy demons ey?”

Remus put his hand directly on their forehead and pushed them back to laying down “No moving from the sexy demons please”

“Alright alright!”

Remy laid back down and went back to cloud watching. The sound of the pencil moving across the page made their chest feel warm for some reason. The only sounds aside from the pen were the rustling of the leaves and distant footsteps.

It was so quiet, so still, so peaceful. Their thoughts filled with the watcher’s reassuring words. The thoughts mixed with the warmth and they took a deep breathe.

“...I lied to you yesterday...” Remy mumbled out eventually.

Remus barely even looked up from the drawing. He already knew they’d lied but he gave them time to speak.

“...I was...I was like high yesterday...you weren’t wrong...I was like scared...I thought you would like get mad at me for being like stupid enough to do that stuff around you...I’m sorry...”

Remy managed to look over to him. Remus set aside the sketchbook and gently put his hand against their arm, their skin warmed by the sun. He leant his forehead against their shoulder for just a moment to comfort them.

“Thanks for telling me” 

“I’m sorry for-”

“I didn’t tell Rowan for years. I get it Beanie. Don’t worry”

He could feel Remy’s body relax as if a weight that had been laying on their chest had finally been taken away.

“The watchers said they could help. So I like I at least take it in like a safe way” Remy continued. 

“That’s good. That’s really nice of them......Do you...Do you feel ready to stop?”

Remus held their hand in his and looked into their eyes. He let them think about it for however long they needed. Eventually they weakly shook their head.

“That’s okay. That’s okay. I’ll...We’ll keep you safe okay? I’m not gonna let you hurt yourself okay?”

“I’m not gonna let you get hurt either”

“When you’re ready do you think you could stay at rehab while going through withdrawal? I know it can be traumatic as shit to get forced there but I don’t want you to like spill your guts out or anything”

“I’ll try”

“That’s all you have to do. Is it- Do you like- Are you okay with Janus knowing?”

“You think they’d be mad?”

“Janus? Our Janus?” Remus scoffed “I don’t think he’s able to get mad at you. He’s down too bad”

“I....I think you might be right....I’ll think bout it”

Remus leant forward and kissed them on their forehead before stroking their hair behind their ears. They held their arm lightly behind his waist.

“Are you high right now? You don’t have to answer”

“Only took my pain meds”

“Okay.....” Remus kissed them again, on their cheek “I think you’re my best friend” 

“You’re mine too” 

“I don’t think I wanna be an artist anymore”

Remy did a double take “What?”

Remus did a triple take “Sorry!! we were like sharing secrets and stuff! It just kinda fell out of my mouth!”

“I mean girl it’s fine. I like sewing don’t mean I wanna live by sewing”

He picked up his sketchbook again just to fiddle with the corner of it “I do wanna make art. I just dunno if I wanna draw”

“Oh no” Remy’s eyes turned huge, actually a bit like a sad kitten “Don’t tell me you’re gonna like hurt yourself like the lady you showed me yesterday did!? I just said I wouldn’t let you hurt yourself!!! Including for art!!”

“No. No! That’s performance art. I was thinking like installation? Maybe sculptures? I wouldn’t want to be present. I don’t want people looking at me” He saw the confused look on Remy’s face and added “Installation is like...What we saw in the barn! or the speakers in the trees yelling mom. It’s like the art becomes a tangible space the viewers can walk into y’know?”

“I think I get it....Like a haunted house?”

“YEAH!!!” Remus happy flapped “Like a haunted house!”

“Why wouldn’t you like do that” Remy gasped “GIRL. Don’t tell me installations are like illegal? Are we in an illegal installation park?”

“I was just worried...people would say I was wasting my talents...People always said Ro-Ro would be wasting hers if she didn’t make it big”

He looked down at the drawing he had done of his crush. He trailed his finger across the paper before showing them. They let out a gasp and a few soft compliments. They looked so much more beautiful than they thought they actually were.

“I can’t stop seeing his face in my drawings” It came out nearly as a whisper.

Remy looked up from the drawing “What?”

“Os...Even when I was drawing you I could only....I saw his features....I am genuinely interested in like installations but I also just....I don’t wanna see him in what I love....He drove me to all my art classes...Paid for them...I would draw him all the time....I can’t unlearn his face”

They bonked the sketchbook lightly against his head “Well after now having learnt like toooots sooo much about art I can conclude that like installations are just so much more sexy and cool anyway! Drawing? Pff! More like draw-sucks!”

It made him let up into a laugh.

“You got any like ideas for installations and stuff?” Remy tilted their head as they asked.

Remus looked just a bit flustered as he took the sketchbook and flipped through the pages. He showed off a few sketches of sculptures and a few half finished story boards for short art films.

“I haven’t developed them much and with the films I really don’t wanna be shown in them and i don’t really want my famous ass sis to act in them”

“I Have no idea what any of this means. Compels me though” Remy said while looking at the pages “I’m not against like being on screen” They jokingly posed “I’m like sooo good at being pretty and cute and arm candy I would be like super good in a film. Especially if I’m playing the like bimbo who gets killed. I can’t play the final girl though I’m sooorry. My range isn’t That large”

“It’s not that kind of film but I like your enthusiasm!! Augh” He continued to happy stim “This is exciting!! Maybe if our art turns out good we can involve Janny as well!!”

Him calling it ‘Our art’ made that same warm wave fill Remy’s entire body. A shiver went up their spine and they grinned without even noticing at first.

“Whatever you want girlie! I’m also open for like kissing sceneeesm Just fyi.....especially if Janny gets involved”

Remus pretended to twirl his nonexistent mustache while thinking “Hmmm should we continue looking through the park or should we go create art...That is the question....I can’t decide ‘cause I have rats for brains and bees in my ass. You?”

Remy shrugged. They had no idea about anything today. They were just along for the ride.

“Okay well” Remus moved his hands around while repeating swear words over and over to somehow open the void. That didn’t work so he just yelled out loud “WATCHERS!! PARK OR ART? PLEASE AND THANK YOU! I HAVE NEVER MADE A SINGLE GOOD DECISION IN MY LIFE AND I REFUSE TO START NOW!”

Credit in order of mention: Kimsooja - To breathe Yoko Ono - Wish tree Hannelie Coetzee - The old sow between the trees Marianne Lindberg De Geer - I am thinking about myself Jene Highstein - Grey clam

[ladywinterwitch]

Run Away (Ten - Strangers)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You and Steve complete each other. Your love is that strong and devoted kind of love that pushes people to things like marriage, making a family. You couldn't imagine that a baby would be something you really wished, until the possibility wasn't your choice anymore.

Warnings: pregnancy talk, fluff, A N G S T, I think that's it??

Words Count: 3739

A/n: Next chapter is longer and INTENSE

Series masterlist , main masterlist

(GIF not mine)

Y/n and Steve ended up falling asleep, which was a bit embarassing especially on his part. In the end tho they woke up around two in the afternoon and were starving. You also thought about the fact that Helen must've already set in by now. After cleaning up a bit and getting redressed the two actually went to separate directions, Steve to the gym because he had a bunch of new recruits to train by three sharp, while Y/n was heading to the kitchen.

-FRIDAY, would you call up ms Simon for me?- she found Tony, Vision and Thor in the common room so she quickly greeted them.

-Hey guys, taking a break?- she smiled when Thor got up to greet her properly. He was such a physical and affectionate person. He reminded her of a golden retriever; huge, with long hair and a heart of gold. Your smile widened when he bent down to press his ear to her belly.

-Well yes darling, do you forget that aside from kicking some ass every now and then we're basically jobless?- Tony joked. Both he and Vision were looking at you two.

-How is your pregnancy going, Y/n?- Vision asked in his posh and polite manner. She tilted her head to the side. Thor still touching the smooth and round surface. She didn't mind at all.

-It's going smoothly, thank you. Tho if I have to be honest I can't wait to at least give birth. I love my belly but it's so complicated to live with. I also miss actually moving around and exiting the tower. I don't think I've ever been so still and babyed in my life.-

-If it was an easy job, God wouldn't have gave it to women.- they all turn around when you hear an unfamiliar voice, which they soon found out to be Helen's. Thor stands straight in all his tallness and gets in front of her protectively.

-Who are you?- he asks suspiciously. She put a hand on his arm to calm him down.

-It's okay, Thor. This is Helen Simon, she's my new midwife. The one me and Steve hired this morning.- her head turns quickly to Tony then back to Helen. Tony stands up, fixing the invisible fold in his tracksuit pants and smugly walks to the older woman.

-Stark. Tony Stark. I actually hired you, but I'll let the happy couple have the glory.- he joked and you shook your head amused. They shook hands and then Vision introduced himself as well. Thor just acknowleged her with a nod. It's not like the God of Thunder had to introduce himself.

-Okay guys, see you later. I'm starving so.- you decided to cut it, but obviously Tony had to sneak in a joke. Had to.

-I'm sure cap worn you out.- Thor, which didn't know what timing was, bless his heart, decided to burst out laughing. You rolled your eyes not looking back.

-Jealousy doesn't match with your shoes Anthony.- you clapped back, still hearing Thor laugh and Tony calling him out.

A few feet down the corridor there was the kitchen, and when Y/n finally tought that her and Helen could have a minute alone, they found Wanda intently reading a book while she mover her finger around to spin the teaspoon in a mug. She looked up when they entered the room. Her finger stopped working and so did the spoon, the faint magenta colored aura disappearing.

-Hello?- she said, tentatively. Y/n ignored her cold stare and walked to the fridge taking out the leftover chicken and some salad to mix.

-She's Helen, the midwife me and Steve talked about.- there was a subtle warning in Y/n's voice. She thought 'Be nice' in her mind, and when Wanda sighed she knew she read her mind.

-Nice to meet you. If you'll excuse m- - Wanda was about to get up from the stool but the old woman's voice stopped her.

-You aren't eating that chicken cold are you? How old is it?- she walked closer, grabbing the plastic box from her hands. Both her and Wanda were a little taken aback by her bluntness, and shared a look.

-Uh..Yeah? I was actually going to put it in the salad. And it's..I'm not sure, a couple of days old? Still perfectly fresh and untouched.- she answered trying to reassure her, but she wasn't having it at all.

-This isn't eating healthy. If you want a healthy baby you need to eat properly. I'll take care of your meals from now on. - she stated, putting the box aside. - The non pregnant teammates can risk getting sick with that chicken. - Wanda's gaze darkened and her eyes took a light shade of red.

-What's that supposed to mean, old lady? - Y/n saw her fingers starting to move around with the corner of her eye and put her own hand on hers.

-Helen didn't mean anything, Wanda. She just meant that I have to be extra careful in comparison to the rest of you, ok? Don't you have to be somewhere right now?- she asked in the most calm way. The last hting she needed was Wanda yeeting Helen out of the tower on the first day. Wanda closed and picked up her book and mug, walking towards the exit of the kitchen.

-I mean, I'd like to go to the terrace to chill, but I can't.- Y/n frowned while sitting on a stool. Meanwhile Helen had already started to inspect their whole frige.

-I can feel Bucky and his girl going at it so yeah, I did not plan to watch a live performance.- she choked on water and the old lady turned around with a rather disgusted face. Wanda just shrugged and left them. The girl turned towards the older woman with an awkward smile.

-Welcome I guess.- the short fake laugh was over as soon as Helen sat in front of her, her hands conjoined in front of her.

-This isn't good.- the girl shifted uncomfortably, then uncosciously starting to rub her belly as a sign of comfort.

-What isn't?- the lady sighed. -First off, there are way too many people here. This place is chaotic, the people aren't giving you the peace that you need. This isn't a baby-space. At all. I just looked into your frigde and there isn't a single thing ready or 100% healthy probably except vegetables. Y/n if you want to be a good mother and be healthy for your baby you need to change a few things.- her words at first irritated her, setting off her protectiveness towards the people she called family, but then as she went on, she made her feel little. Like a little girl who wasn't good enough. She sighed silently.

-What would you have me do then?- she asked. Helen shrugged, still mantaining her perfect posture.

-I'm not gonna suggest you to buy a new place, because where you'll live after the baby is born is your business, but..- she paused, -I can offer you to come live at my place for these last two months or so. I have a nice, peaceful place a little outside New York. I already had eight of my patients do this, it's not so absurd.- she explained like it was the most normal thing in the world. Y/n was listening, but she wasn't convinced. She decided that she had to think about it first. She had to know for sure that she was professional and competent.

-I don't know, Helen. I'll admit that it isn't the most tranquil place to live, but...these people are my family. They have always been by my side, pregnant or not. And what about Steve? The father of my firstborn?- she marked the last phrase, tilting her head to the side. A little habit she probably took from Wanda.

-Because they care about you. But in truth, tell me, aren't you feeling like a burden? Like you get into their business?- she mirrored the young woman's expression. Y/n didn't answer at first.

-You're really not going soft on this are you?- Helen released a dry laugh. Shook her head and paused before talking.

-Yes. I began working as a nurse unofficially when I was 13 years old, during the Prague Spring reforms in '68. The hospital was in short of nurses so.- she explained, -That time wasn't easy. Not that the one before it and after it wasn't, that is. You either grow a thick skin or you don't survive.- Y/n felt for her, as she had a very similar destiny. First she doesn't know how she ended up in an orphanage, and then when she was fifteen and nobody took her, they kicked her out. She was homeless for a year until SHIELD recruited her, and the rest is history.

The older woman got up and took some vegetables, washed them and then placed them down to slice them. Y/n got up as well and started helping. She eyed the fresh eggs, so she guessed that Helen wanted to make a quick frittata.

-How did you end up in America? As midwife, nonetheless.- she asked.

-Why most foreign people come to America? Certainly not the food.- The woman responded with a slight hint of irony. The girl chuckled.

-Touché.-

-In any case, I've been here more than half of my live, moved many states mainly for my own choice. Being a private midwife pays decently.- she paused to dump the sliced vegetables into a pan with a little oil and salt.

-I became one because I was fascinated by the whole process that the woman's body goes through both before, during and after birth. I assisted two of my older sisters, and in the end ended up doing it as a job.- Y/n nodded, listening.

-That's actually amazing. But if I can ask, you do not have kids yourself?-

-No. Didn't have the possibility at first. Then decided that just it was my profession but not my future. No regrets.- she answered even tho the girl could sense that something was off. She decided not to intrude.

Silence fell between them while they were cooking, and the younger woman took the popularity to think about what she said. The woman was practical, a bit harsh maybe. But she also had a lot of experience. She didn't like the thought of leaving her family, but she had to admit that she often felt like a burden lately. More than once someone stayed behind to look after her, and even tho they didn't seem to mind at all, she did. She wasn't used to being so pampered and looked after, and sometimes she almost felt suffocated. Guess that spending many years of your life having to take care of yourself takes a toll on you.

She didn't want to decide anything without talking it out with Steve first. And it wouldn't be permanent, just for the last couple months or so, until she had the baby. If she really thought about it maybe she needed some time to reconnect with herself, to learn how to take care of her baby in the best way possible. Even the stupidest thing like cold chicken could potentially make her sick, and it was such a small thing. But that doesn't change the fact that she didn't knew. She wasn't one of those moms who surrounded herself with books teaching her every do's and don'ts, but at this point insecurity was kicking in. The last thing she would ever want was to be a bad mother even before actually becoming one.

-

Between a baby shop and another, and a whole new diet including an embarrassing amount of tea, Y/n finished her eight month of pregnancy. She was feeling as tired and as big as ever. Helen actually helped a lot both with the cooking, the health tips and with the shopping. She actually sobbed when they bought the crib. Both because she was emotional, a bit because hormones and also because Steve was again away on a mission. The whole team was actually. They had new leads in the Hungarian case and another completely different mission in South Korea, a tough one. So it required the whole team split up. That was the fist time Y/n was left alone since she knew she were pregnant. It all went smoothly, the tower actually felt quiet for once.

Y/n and Helen had found a nice dynamic, and most of the time spent time in a comfortable silence, each doing their thing. A downside that she wasn't realizing was the distance that was slowly creeping from her to the team. They didn't really like the midwife that much, Wanda, Thor and Bucky especially didn't like her at all. But Y/n felt for her, she felt like she knew her better than them so she often took her side, which hurt them back.

Steve on the other hand wasn't realizing it almost at all. All he cared about was his wife being healthy and that she got along with the midwife. They didn't sleep together often anymore, due to the fact that he was often away and she was constantly tired. Bruce did warn her at the beggining that this 'enhanced' baby would've probably tired her out, and it did at first but then she was feeling very well. She and Helen both blamed it on the tiredness of the pregnancy as a whole.

The last straw was when some of the guys, specifically Sam, Thor and Peter, whom didn't live at the tower and was rarely involved in missions because of Tony, went to see them and in some way, nobody actually know how, they made a whole ass hole in the floor above the library. Fate wanted that Y/n and Helen were reading just a few feet away. If they were just a bit closer to the door, they would've been hit by the pavement pieces.

Helen gasped and jumped out of her seat, book still in her hand by the corner. The younger woman on the other hand was more mad than anything.

She rose from the armchair, struggling a bit and marched towards the now destroyed door. The damage wasn't so bad, but it was still damage and it could've been way worse. She was fuming.

-Y/n! Shit are you okay? - Sam yelled from above. The three guys looking down from the hole they created.

-I'm so sorry it wasn't me! It was Thor! - Peter joined in and caused the God to respond, and from that a whole lot of mess arose.

The people who weren't on a mission, which were Wanda, Bucky and Tony, came running.

Y/n didn't know where to look and all of a sudden started felling a bit suffocated. She brought a hand to her forehead, distubed by the chaos arouns her.

-Stop! Fucking stop it! - she yelled, groaning from frustration. Everyone stopped talking while the girl started to feel her eyes prickle with tears of frustration.

-Why is never, ever a single day if peace in here? There's always someone around, making a mess, making noise, complaining- - she almost stumbled on a piece of ceiling that had fallen, but Bucky and Tony were right behind her and helped her stabilize herself, but she shoved them off.

-Leave me be!- she exclaimed frustrated. She huffed, trying to take a deep breath. -I'm moving out.- a chorus of 'What' arose. Bucky stepped forward and grabbed her wrist gently.

-What are you talking about?- his eyes showed confusion and panic.

-And when would have you decided this stupid thing?- Tony crossed his arms and went straight up 'Tony Stark' on her. Y/n rolled her eyes, ignoring both questions and walked out of the now damaged library. Helen followed suit.

-At least wait for Steve to return!- Wanda said. Thor jumped down, through the new hole in the ceiling and followed her like the others.

-Y/n, we're sorry! Look, I'm gonna fix the ceiling myself okay? Please don't go- Y/n's ached to see them upset, but she was tired. Too tired. She was afraid that if she had stayed more than she could withstand, their relationships could've been ruined. That was the last thing she wanted. She didn't knew exactly what was that overwhelmed her so much. She felt constantly tired and in pain, all the noise, number of people..it had become just too much. She needed to finish this pregnancy alone, or at least in a more quiet place.

She stopped in her tracks and exhaled silently. Her eyes passed through everyone in the room. Even in that moment, they were decimated because of the mission, yet there were still eight people in the room. When normally it would've been around 15. That's too many people.

-It's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault, specifically. I just.. I feel overwhelmed. There's too much going on here at the tower. And for me it's like seeing life go on without being able to do anything. I need some space, okay? It won't be forever. Hell, if everything goes well it's gonna be a month, at best. But I really, really need a break. I am going to pack and leave by afternoon, when Steve returns, just send him to the address that I'll leave for him. Okay? I love you guys, you're my family and I wouldn't be where I am today without you. Its just temporary.- she smiled softly, trying not to get emotional. Wanda was visibly upset, on the verge of crying. The others just looked sad, maybe disappointed. But nobody said anything, so she turned her heels and went straight to her room.

-

By five pm she and Helen were already gone. The older woman called them a cab, the driver took care of their stuff and then they were gone. Y/n was silent during most of the trip, both because of the extreme tiredness and sadness. She never changed home since she moved to the tower. She also thought about what she would tell Steve. She knew she couldn't contact him, so she didn't. They had left two days prior, so it was a bit early to know when he'll be coming home. But she knew a hundred percent that he would've gotten to her even before going home.

The two women were headed to the older one's house, which was in Avalon, New Jersey. Helen had told her about her beach house, quite far from the city. Y/n did actually fall asleep after the first hour or so, they had around three in total so she didn't worry about not waking up. By her surprise though, she did sleep throughout the whole trip, and yet, she was still tired. In those days her head gave her particular discomfort, so any noise at all really disturbed her.

Helen woke her up gently when they arrived, the she helped her get out of the car. Meanwhile the driver, which was a quite young man, probably around her age, which was 27, with curly black hair, stubble and dark green eyes, took their luggage off of the trunk.

-That's all. Have a nice stay.- he smiled slightly. Y/n frowned, what about the money?

-How much do we owe you?- she asked sweetly. He waved his hand dismissively, going back in the driver's seat.

-The lady already paid me, I'm ok. Bye.- he waved goodbye and drove off. Y/n and Helen dragged the luggage insider her villa, by which the girl definitely was taken aback.

-You didn't tell me that you live in a Villa?-

-Maybe, but I did tell you that being a private midwife pays well. I also need space if I want to take people living with me.- she explained. The first thing that you could see was the huge open space which showed a not exaggeratedly large living room with a window door on the right, on the left there was the kitchen and in the middle a staircase.

It wasn't very decorated, but the light palette of the whole place defines had a calming effect. Y/n was so used to the high rise and high technology of the Avengers tower that she had almost forgot how nice and intimate a normal house could be.

Helen showed y/n around a little, then ended up in the spare room, which had a large bed, a balcony and some essential forniture pieces such as a wardrobe, a vanity, a full length mirror, an armchair.

-This is really nice, Helen.- she smiled tiredly, caressing her big belly while she walked around. But as she was walking towards the balcony, she had a slight attack of vertigo, and her knees buckle for a second. The woman was at her side in a few seconds, helping her onto the bed. Y/n huffed, the back of her hand on her eyes.

-Why am I so shitty? I was pretty good until a few months ago.- she whined, and Helen shook her head while she stroked her arm.

-Every pregnancy is different, Y/n. You're just tired, from the car and that chaotic place.- the disdain in her voice didn't really pleased Y/n, but she didn't say anything. She didn't have the strength and besides, it's not like she was particularly liked at the tower anyway.

-I'll get you a tea, be right back.- Y/n chuckled.

-I drank more of your Hungarian tea than water in the last months.- Helen pulled a tight smile.

-Well, it is a traditional recipe for pregnant women. Not that you seem to mind it either.- the girl relaxed her eyes and discarded her sneakers to the ground.

-No, it has a peculiar taste but not bad.-

-Good.- and with that she left the girl alone. Helen went down the stairs, and turned on the stove to warm some water. She then opened a drawer, forcing the wood layer to come up by using her fingernails, pulling out an old fashioned phone.

She went to the contacts and dialed the only one there was. She waited a few minutes, when someone picked up.

-Igen?-

-Közeledünk. Készülj fel.- she said, hanging up.

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Translation from Hungarian: ‘Yes?’ ‘We’re close. Get ready.’

Hiii, this is quite a short chapter but I wanted to end it with ✨ suspense ✨ the next one tho is gonna be way longer. Lastly, friendly reminder that my taglist and my ask inbox are open!

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[archaxwii]

Through Diamond and Flesh

Warnings: This fic involves safe, soft, consensual, non-sexual vore, as well as g/t content.

This is just a silly Skeppy and Bad vore fic, I wrote it like a week ago but what better time to post it than now? Also Skeppy and Bad's relationship con be interpreted as romantic or platonic as you want. This is a little outdated now as of the last lore stream but we’ll just say this takes place in a world where everyone on the SMP makes it out safe and alive. (Also I’m a bit rusty so apologies if the writing or dialogue isn’t great)

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Skeppy and Bad have been friends for several years now. They had grown very fond of each other in that time. Especially after a...certain incident with an egg and maybe getting possessed and Skeppy nearly dying to said egg...multiple times...However, that was a couple years ago, the egg was gone and the duo had been saved. It had taken a lot of time (and therapy) but they were now closer than ever before.

Sometimes Skeppy thought maybe too close.

Now, Bad and Skeppy had grown up very differently. Skeppy was a diamond golem, he didn't exactly have parents he had a creator, who had basically left him alone to his own devices, which is why he had come to the smp.

Bad, however, was a demon from the Nether. He had actual parents, who had raised him and loved him until he was old enough to decide to move to the Overworld.

They talked a lot about how they'd grown up, and there were a lot of things Skeppy found weird about how Bad's parents raised him, but there was one thing in particular that he kept getting stuck on.

"I still don't understand how you don't think it's weird your parents used to eat you as a kid." Skeppy said, exasperated.

Bad groaned, waving his arms around." I don't get why it weirds you out so much, it's honestly not that big of a deal!" He protested.

" Besides...I don't remember it being that bad." He mumbled, looking away with embarrassment.

Skeppy shook his head." You're such a weirdo." He said giving Bad a light shove.

Bad huffed, immediately shoving him back." Maybe I am, but I honestly don't think it was as bad as you're making it out to be." He paused, and turned to Skeppy with a cheeky grin." You know, I could show you what it was like?” He offered.

Skeppy actually, physically jumped back." What?! Are you crazy?!" He shouted." No, I don't wanna be eaten, how would that even work that's not even physically possible!" He really shouldn't have said that, because that just opened the gateway for Bad.

Bad crossed his arms." No, I'm not "crazy". And really, it's not that big of a stretch, I'm sure that at my full height I'd be able to do it." He reasoned.

He really, really hated that that was probably true.

Bad is a size shifter, with four different sizes he could choose from, and at his tallest he was somewhere around 15 feet. Probably definitely able to eat someone.

Skeppy shook his head." I think you might be forgetting one important detail here, Bad, I WILL DIE IF YOU EAT ME." Despite being almost 3 feet taller than him, Bad still winced from the loud noise.

"What makes you say that?" He had the audacity to sound genuinely confused.

Skeppy flung his hands in the air." Uhh, I don't know, maybe because things get digested in burning acid when they're eaten?!" He cried with less vigor, but still sounding upset.

Bad stared at Skeppy with an seriously embarrassing amount of confusion. After a few seconds it finally seemed to click." Ohh, no no no, Skeppy, that's not how it works. Did I never give you a lesson on demon anatomy?"  No, he hadn't, and Skeppy was kind of hoping to keep it that way.

"See, demons like me have two stomachs," he pointed at an area slightly higher than where a normal stomach would be," this one is for storage purposes, it doesn't have any digestive fluids or anything like that. Everything I eat has to go through there before I manually send it into this stomach," he pointed a little lower," That one does actually digest all my food and stuff." He explained.

He gave Skeppy an odd look." How did you think my parents were able to...eat me?" He asked.

Skeppy sighed, not making eye contact." I dunno man, I just thought it happened with some weird demon magic or whatever." So it was actually possible for Bad to eat him, and for him to be completely safe.

" I don't know Bad, this is still really freaking weird, I don't think I wanna do this." He said uncomfortably.

Bad sighed, a bit dejected." Ok, Skeppy, I won't make you do it if you don't want to. I just wanted to explain why I wanted to do it." Why did he sound sad?

Skeppy tilted his head." Why, exactly, do you want to do it? I still don't see what's enjoyable about it." He asked genuinely.

Bad scratched the back of his head, looking awkward." I- I don't know. I just remember it feeling very nice. Even as a demon the Nether is still a scary place, I felt...safe whenever they did it. It was just...nice and warm. Like nothing could hurt me." He admitted quietly.

Skeppy gave him a soft smile." It sounds like you wanna get eaten more than I do." He joked lightly.

Bad brightened, giving him a wide grin." Oh my gosh, would you eat me, Skeppy?" He asked hopefully, tail wagging like an oversized dog.

Skeppy very quickly shook his head." What?! No way, dude! That would definitely kill you!" He yelped.

Bad grabbed his hands, linking them together." Not necessarily! I think I have some potions that can make me immune to acid!” He explained excitedly.

Skeppy gave him a skeptical look." You just have those lying around, huh?" He deadpanned.

If Bad were human, he probably would have blushed." Well-I, you see-... shut up." He sputtered." Look, will you actually do it now?"

He bent his knees to look Skeppy in the eyes.

Despite the fact that Bad was a 9'6 demon, it was still impossible for him to not give into the puppy dog eyes.

He hesitated for several seconds, and took a deep breath.

"Show me what to do."

—

Well, here he was. With a tiny, potioned up Bad in the palm of his hand.

"Are you ready, Skeppy?" Bad asked gently. He was willing to go as slowly as possible for Skeppy's comfort, even if he was incredibly eager. Especially since he'd taken off his robes in exchange for an easier T shirt and shorts, making him much colder.

Skeppy shifted nervously." I don't know what to do." He admitted.

Bad tilted his head." Do you wanna let me inside your mouth?" He asked calmly.

Skeppy's anxiety skyrocketed, but he tried not to let it show. He delicately brought Bad closer to his mouth. He really didn't wanna do this.

Bad smiled calmly, sensing his nervousness." Would you like me to just climb in myself? So you don't feel like I'm being forced?" Skeppy nodded and wordlessly opened his mouth.

He slowly climbed in, trying not to startle Skeppy too much. He very patiently sat on his friends tongue. It sadly wasn't as warm as he'd like, but it was better than outside.

"Now, I know this may sound weird, but I need you to lick me, like, a lot." He guided.

Skeppy whined, and Bad reassured him that he was fine and ok with it.

Skeppy reluctantly obliged and began running his tongue across the demon, coating him in a thick layer of saliva. He had a very smoke-y taste to him, which made sense seeing as he was from the Nether. Eventually Bad told him he'd done enough and, to Skeppy's dismay, moved closer to his throat.

"I'm ready when you are, Skeppy." He shuddered, Bad was putting his complete trust and faith into him. He was willing and excited to let Skeppy eat him. He didn’t want to let his best friend down.

He tilted his head back, swallowing thickly. He tried not to panic over the unusually large lump that was traveling down his throat. It was such a weird sensation, yet to his surprise it wasn’t as horrible as he thought it would be. He swallowed a few more times, and eventually the warm weight that was his best friend settled into his belly.

Immediately he began asking," Are you ok? I didn't hurt you did I?"

Bad didn't respond for a few moments and Skeppy now had to deal with the startling sensation of something moving in his stomach, as Bad pawed around like he was trying to get his bearings.

Finally, he responded." Yes, Skeppy, I'm ok. That was a little disorienting but I'm perfectly fine." He paused for a moment." Are you ok?" He inquired.

He wasn’t sure how to answer, he was still processing that he’d just eaten his best friend alive.

He pressed a hand against his stomach, feeling where Bad was. He felt a bit of shuffling and soon a hand was pressed against the inside as well. Bad was...safe...inside him. Skeppy was now the sole protector of him. Protected by layers of flesh and diamond, no one could hurt him. Now he was beginning to understand why Bad wanted to do this so desperately. He wanted to be able to protect his best friend like this all the time, and he was certain that's how Bad felt as well.

"I think I'm ok, actually..." He said softly, gently rubbing circles against Bad's form.

Bad was quite happy about his current situation. The walls around him were very soft and, if it weren't for the layers of slime he was coated in, felt almost like a bed. He didn't have much room to move but he didn't feel like he was being suffocated. It wasn't as warm as he'd like (aka as warm as sitting in a fire) but it was warm, and that was very pleasant. He could hear the gurgles and growls of the organs surrounding him, as well as the gradually steadier heartbeat and whoosh of Skeppy's lungs as he began calming down. Loud, but not too intrusive.

The best thing about it, though, was that he hasn't felt this safe in a long, long time.

Ever since his time with The Egg he had become a very paranoid and closed off person. He was afraid of talking to the other members of the server, either out of fear that they still harbored some hatred for what he'd done, or that they would be corrupted as well. Even though he knew that The Egg was gone now it had woven itself very deep into his brain, and a small part of him still believed that one day it would erupt from the earth and devour the world with its vines.

Bad harshly shook his head. He wouldn't let thoughts about The Egg get to him. That was for Puffy’s therapy office, not for here.

Truthfully, though, he hadn't really felt safe since the day he'd stepped out of the Nether portal for the first time. Far from his family, his home. Not even being with Skeppy had made him feel as safe as he did now.

But now, he was at the very core of his best friend. Nothing could hurt him. He was safe, and he was with Skeppy, he couldn't ask for anything better.

He grinned a little to himself, giving the wall he was leaned against a little pat." I told you it wasn't as bad as you thought it'd be." He said only a little smugly.

Skeppy sighed with faux frustration." I will admit, I didn't expect it to feel...like this." He laid down on his bed, placing a hand on his stomach.

“ I guess it's not that bad." He said, rubbing small circles where he could feel Bad's form.

Bad grinned a little, beginning to rub circles with both of his hands against the walls of Skeppy's stomach.

Skeppy practically melted into his bed at that point. He'd definitely never felt anything like that before, it made him feel very warm and content.

They stayed like that for a couple more minutes but he was starting to get tired, and he knew Bad must be tired as well.

"Are you gonna be ok if I leave you in there? Will you be safe?" He questioned softly.

Bad nodded out of habit despite the fact that Skeppy couldn't see." It'll be fine, the potion’s got a long time before it wears off," he paused,"...I kinda planned for this." He said with only slight embarrassment.

Skeppy lightly chuckled, he would have to remember to tease him about that in the morning but for now he was too tired, instead just settling on giving his belly a light pat.

They both drowsily exchanged their good nights before slowly dozing off together, finally feeling safe and content at last.

[parvulous-writings]

Alex Law x Reader // SFW alphabet

Warnings: Very vague mentions of violence? If you squint?

Summary: SFW alphabet for Alex Law, from Shallow Grave. 

Notes: My asks box is currently open and empty! Please check out the pinned post for characters I write for! :) Enjoy! 

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A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Alex never really shows affection in the conventional or typical sense. He’s not particularly one for PDA, such as hugs in front of others or kisses in public. He’ll lay with you on the couch though, and of course sleeps by your side- in your bed or in his. There are a few instances when he’ll be affectionate in front of others- like if either of you are really upset, or if you’re watching a movie with Juliet and David. 

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

Alex can be a little bit annoying sometimes.Well, not sometimes. Most of the time. He tries to be nice, in his own Alex-y way. He would take the mickey out of you and joke around a lot, but despite this he would always be there to be a shoulder to lean on or just someone that listens to you. 

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He would never admit it to anyone else, but Alex actually really likes cuddles. Just curling up with you late at night, on the couch or in bed, in the dark, where you can run your hands through his hair and get away from the world. That’s his favourite type of cuddle. D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

Alex is actually a pretty good cook! He’s alright a cleaning and keeping things in order, but his cooking is definitely the top of his domestic skills. He never was one to seek someone to settle down with, more the type of person to flit from partner to partner, sticking around for a little while before disappearing again. But he thinks that maybe things could be a little different with you, though he hasn’t ever brought it up to you. E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Unfortunately he would most likely be incredibly blunt about it all. Every last detail. Why he no longer wishes to stay with you, his next steps going forward. If he’s feeling sappy enough he may offer you an apology, but you might not want to count on it, I’m afraid.  F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?) He is... Unsure towards commitment, to be brutally honest about it. He is quite fond of the idea of you sticking around though, so at least that something in your favour, right?

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?) In more domestic environments likes date nights in the flat,he can be physically gentler than normal- he can be a little bit of a rough-houser so to speak, in everyday situations. On the emotional level, he tries to be gentle when he needs to be- during soft moments, or moments of tense arguments (when he isn’t losing his temper) but apart from that... He’s just Alex. H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?) Like with cuddles, he really likes them. They’re quick, easy and show a fair bit of affection. If anything, you receive far more hugs than cuddles. It’s just a lot easier for the pair of you, since you’re both usually stuck around David and Juliet, and they don’t want to see constant PDA between the pair of you.  His hugs are usually warm, and show you all the love he can’t put into words.  I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?) Not quickly. Not quickly at all. To Alex, the L word means commitment, and that isn’t something he is entirely willing to jump into. It may take him a number of months before he finally admits the sheer amount of sentiment he holds for you.  J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?) Alex can get incredibly jealous. And when he gets jealous, he gets moody, angry and pissed off. Surprisingly quickly, in fact. He also gets rather.. Paradoxical. In public, he’ll be possessive and over-protective, whilst behind closed doors he;ll be distant and rather snappy. 

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) He adores being kissed, and giving kisses. His kisses are usually sloppy yet warm, endearing yet messy. He’ll often kiss you on the cheek or the temple. He’ll occasionally accidentally kiss your ear if he’s in a rush, though. If his feeling more risky, he’ll kiss your wrist or your neck, as a little hint hint. His favourite places to be kissed are under his jaw or the crook of his neck. 

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?) He hates kids. He hates them with a passion. In his own words, he’d “pay to have them put down”. That’s all that can be said about this, really. 

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?

Mornings can be pretty hit and miss- it usually depends on if he wakes up in a good mood. He’ll get you some breakfast- usually consisting of toast or cereal, with the rare show of eggs and bacon- and you’ll lounge around with him watching tv.

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are usually really calm with Alex. He’ll cook dinner, talk with you about your day, and curl up with you on the couch to watch whatever is on tv, be it a movie like Evil Dead, or his favourite show, which he’ll often natter along with.  O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

Not often. If he ever opens up to you, it’ll be in the early hours of the morning, when the pair of you are close to sleep, and he thinks that you’ll soon fall into slumber and forget what he told you. 

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?) Usually, he’s fairly patient. But if he experiences to many inconveniences in one day, he will lose his cool. From this aspect, I suppose that he has about average patience, in this regard. 

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?) Alex doesn’t always remember a lot. I would say it’s not his fault, however it is. If you’re not actively doing something together, most of the things  that you say to him go in one ear and out the other. He doesn’t always mean for this to happen, he just gets so distracted, usually with the tv and crisps.  R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?) Well there’s two, actually.  The first is your first official date, which you spent at a local pub one Friday evening. Since neither of you had work the next day, you both got a little tipsy. Though some memories of the evening were blurry, he remembers your laugh, and how wonderful it was to him.  The second is a more domestic one, from a rainy day in October. You were watching Evil Dead together in the lead up to Halloween, and you both sat there making little jokes and quoting the film. He thought it was really sweet.  S - Security (How protective are they?) He’s fairly protective. Bearing in mind you’re both around David as the man slowly starts to lose his mind, he does grow more protective of you over time, not wanting David to lay a hand on you at all. He can be pretty protective, and he confronted David when he drilled god knows how many holes into the ceilings of every room in the flat. T - Try (How much effort do they put in?) It varies. Some days he can be very much a lazy slob, hardly talking to you beyond one word answers. Other days he’ll be here there and everywhere trying to please you and make you happy, to prove himself worthy of your affection. So overall, about average effort.  U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?) Apparently drinking your cereal milk out of the bowl is a bad habit, so there’s that. Also he frequently forgets to clean his hair out of the bath drain- though that is like one of the only chores he actually has to do.  V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Eh, so-so. He’s concerned with his hair- I mean, look how glossy it is! But apart from that, he wears fairly fashionable clothes, and only averagely concerned with his appearance, like most men.  W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Yes. Not that he would outwardly admit it, but yes. He wanders around the flat like a lost puppy trying to look for you if you’re away for more than a few days. The other two find it highly annoying. He doesn’t pay them any mind, though.    X - Xtra (Random HC) I don’t want to say that this man is a grown toddler at times... But this man is a grown toddler at times. And a bit of a drama queen. Okay maybe a lot of a drama queen. Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?) Buzzkills. If he’s around someone who he sees to be a buzzkill, or ruins his fun at all, he sees it as a total mood killer and gets quite grumpy. And by quite I mean very. He gets very grumpy around people who ruin his fun. Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

He is a rather deep sleeper. He sleeps about nine hours on average, and snores a little bit. He also talks in his sleep sometimes, usually when he’s having a night terror. He also lays spread eagle in the bed, sometimes kicking you, other times smothering you in a hug, it’s a roulette sleeping next to Mister Alex Law.

[mimisempai]

You are making every day a little less ordinary

Summary:

During one of their usual lunches in the TVA cafeteria, Casey, curious about his friend's datinf life, wonders what a date between Mobius and Loki is like. Loki remembers and recounts his most memorable dates.

Or

5 times where Mobius surprises Loki and once where Loki returns the favor

Notes:

Tumblr request : 5+1 about their dates with one being a picinic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32863855

3042 words - Rating G

"Hey Loki, mind if I ask you a question?"

Casey and Loki were eating lunch in the TVA cafeteria, as they regularly did. Loki was still surprised at how Casey had somehow grown fond of him, where many people kept their distance. Which he couldn't blame them for, given his past.

So he was enjoying these moments with Casey.

"Since when do you need to ask?"

Casey looked a little hesitant, "well, it's a little bit of a personal question."

"Go on and shoot." Loki replied, curious as to what the man was going to ask him.

"Ahem... you and Mobius are together."

"I think that's obvious, since we don't hide it."

"Yeah, yeah, and so considering it's been over a year, um... I guess... you guys have dated already... and uh... I have a hard time imagining what you and Mobius can do on a date." Casey paused, his cheeks on fire before continuing, "No, forget it. I should never have asked you something like that."

Loki shook his head and laughed, "No, no, I have no problem talking about this. You're talking to someone who didn't even know what a date was until a few months ago..."

Loki straightened up a bit in his chair and continued talking, "Looking back, I'd say our first date took place here."

"Here?"

1.

After their return from Pompeii, Loki had fallen asleep in the middle of their research. Mobius had woken him up and taken him to the cafeteria. Thinking back, even if at that moment they were not together, for Loki it was still a first date.

There were only them in the cafeteria, the light was rather dim, which had given even more of an impression of intimacy and in addition there was the close way they were sitting, their legs touching.

Loki remembered perfectly all the details of that moment.

Those few minutes of respite, where they had gotten to know each other, or rather where Loki had gotten to know Mobius.

"By the way, at your desk, that magazine?"

"Yeah. The one on jet skis?"

"Yes. Why do you have that?"

"Because they're awesome."

There was something touching about Mobius as he spoke of his passion, a passion he had never practiced.

"So, why read about them?"

"It just helps remind me of what we're fighting for."

"I mean, you really believe in all this stuff, don't you?"

"I don't get hung up on, "Believe, not believe." I just accept what is."

He was surprised by what followed, not by the content, because it was clear that Mobius really believed in the cause he was working for, but he was surprised that Mobius did not feel attacked, that they both left the dialogue open, without judgment.

"Actually it's exactly the same thing. Because if you think too hard about where any of us came from, who we truly are, it sounds kinda ridiculous. Existence is chaos. Nothing makes any sense, so we try to make some sense of it. And I'm just lucky that the chaos I emerged into gave me all this... My own glorious purpose."

Mobius' arguments, in the context in which Mobius lived, had held up surprisingly well.

They had not agreed, but they respected each other's opinions. If not for the context, of Loki in captivity of sorts, and the lie upon which the TVA had been built, the evening could almost have ended in "My place or yours." Because undoubtedly they had gotten closer at that point.

So yes, it was indeed for Loki their first date and that's what he told Casey.

**********

"Honestly Loki, I have to say that this is an original first date, but ultimately a true reflection of your couple." reacted Casey with a wink before continuing, "but now I'm curious what your other dates were like, if there were any at all."

Loki laughed softly, "Oh there were, many. Mobius, knowing that the concept of a date was totally unknown to me, redoubled his creativity and used this pretext to make me live all sorts of unknown experiences."

"You don't want me to feel sorry for you, do you?"

Loki smiled again, "Oh no, I have nothing to complain about at all. I'll tell you the most memorable ones for me. One of them was a picnic."

"Oh?" Casey's eyes sparkled with interest, as he settled down to listen to Loki's tale.

2.

Loki was reading on the couch when Mobius hugged him from behind, kissing the top of his head.

Then Mobius had said in his ear, "Sweetheart, don't be scared, I'm going to blindfold you, because I'd like to take you somewhere and keep it a surprise until the end."

Loki trusted Mobius completely so it was easy for him to agree.

"I'm really curious though."

Once the blindfold was tied, he felt the light caress of a kiss on his lips and Mobius took his hand.

He let himself be guided.

He heard the typical sound of a timedoor appearing, and then letting himself be pulled by Mobius' hand, he recognized the usual sensation that accompanied the crossing of the door.

He felt a difference in the ground under his feet, like grass perhaps.

Deprived of sight, his other senses were alert, so he also felt the warmth of the sun on his face and the smell of flowers reached his nostrils, while he heard birds chirping around them.

Mobius was now holding him by the elbow and guiding him gently.

"You still okay, sweetheart?"

Loki simply nodded, a smile on his face because he could feel the excitement in his lover's voice.

After a while, Mobius stopped him, and made him sit slowly on the floor, on something soft. Then Mobius gently removed the blindfold.

Loki's eyes adjusted to the radiant light even though they were in shadow, and he took in the sight.

77_Frigga... the little planet Mobius had already taken him to when Loki had told him he missed the starry skies of Asgard.

Loki looked around, he was sitting on a blanket spread on the ground, under a tree that while providing shade, did not deprive them of the beautiful light. They were in a field of flowers, the same paradisiacal vision as on their first visit here. Mobius sat next to him and clearly waited for his reaction.

Loki leaned in and put his lips to Mobius', letting him know in a slow, passionate kiss how much he enjoyed his surprise.

Mobius turned to a basket that Loki hadn't noticed and began to pull out everything needed for a perfect picnic.

"Did you pack all this?" Mobius nodded his head and Loki kissed him gently again.

They enjoyed the meal peacefully, chatting about everything and anything. Once the leftovers were put away, Loki lay down on his back, his head on Mobius' lap

"Thanks love, that was amazing."

Mobius, a little embarrassed, leaned over and kissed him tenderly.

They had finished the afternoon while enjoying the heavenly surroundings and each other's presence.

**********

Loki lost in his memories, was brought out of his reverie by Casey's whisper of admiration, "Aww, Mobius is really dedicated, you know you are lucky right?"

"Don't worry Casey, I'm totally aware of how lucky I am."

This reminded him, another original date, another surprise from Mobius that he was quick to tell Casey about

3.

Sounds from the kitchen woke Loki from his sleep. He stretched, shivering because the sheet had slipped down to his waist.

"You're awake."

Loki looked up to find Mobius smiling at him, standing by the bedroom door, dressed in just sweatpants and a t-shirt, his longer hair still disheveled and a budding beard. A perfect view to start the day, in Loki's opinion.

What caught his eye was the tray in his hands.

Mobius moved closer, carefully perching himself on the bed and balancing the tray on his lap.

"I wanted to surprise you." Mobius smiled, offering the tray to Loki and laughing affectionately as he watched him contort himself to sit up. "Breakfast in bed or let's call it a breakfast date. I thought it would be a nice change, since it's our day off."

Loki's mouth suddenly watered between what he saw and what he smelled.

Usually they had a light breakfast, but on days off, getting up later, breakfast also served as lunch.

On the tray was a plate of bacon and eggs, buttered toast, a small pile of pancakes covered in syrup, a large glass of orange juice, and an assortment of fresh fruit.

"Oh Love, you spoil me." said Loki, a piece of pancake already in his mouth.

Mobius shakes his head with a small laugh. "I always want to spoil you."

Loki leaned forward to capture Mobius' lips in a sweet kiss. Mobius took the opportunity to sneak his hand through Loki's hair and pulled him to him while being careful not to flip the tray.

When they separated, Loki was out of breath.

"Let's eat."

Mobius sat next to Loki, the tray resting on their knees. They ate breakfast, talking, feeding each other.

Later, Loki hummed over one last incredibly delicious bite, his head resting on Mobius' shoulder.

Definitely, this dating concept was quite interesting.

*********

"Okay Loki, thanks to you, now I'm hungry." Casey paused for a moment and then resumed staring Loki up and down, "But I wonder where you put it all..."

Loki replied with a mischievous smile, " Workout, Casey, workout..." His impish look left no doubt as to what kind of workout he was referring to.

Casey pretended to cover his ears. "I don't want to hear about it!"

Loki chuckled, "Too bad you won't hear about another memorable date of ours."

Casey, calmed down, too interested in what was next.

4.

"Uh, wow, that's... that's gorgeous." said Loki, looking around their living room.

The entire room was bathed in a soft glow from a multitude of small candles, scattered here and there.

"Do you like it?" the voice of Mobius whispered in his ear as his lover took off his jacket, before hugging him from behind.

"Hmm." Loki nodded in the embrace.

"I figured we both needed a little break, are you hungry?"

"I'm starving." replied Loki turning his head to drop a kiss on Mobius' cheek.

His lover directed him to the table that Loki had not noticed, perfectly set, bathed in soft light, and garnished with two steaming plates and glasses of fresh wine.

Mobius gallantly pulled out the chair for him to sit on and took a seat opposite him.

They began to eat, discussing their day, their work, and all the while hardly letting go of each other's hands that were entwined on the table.

Then after the dessert, Mobius got up, took the remote control of the music system and a soft music invaded the atmosphere. Under the eyes of Loki, he approached him and offered his hand, « May I have this dance, sweetheart?"

Loki nodded, smiling softly, and took the outstretched hand. Mobius immediately wrapped his arms around him and they began to sway to the soft notes coming from the speakers.

Loki sighed with contentment, his face buried in Mobius' neck.

They must have looked like the epitome of sap and fluff, but at that moment, Loki didn't care. This was them, here, in the privacy of their lives. Their happiness.

They continued to sway for long moments, so absorbed in each other's presence that they didn't notice that the music had stopped.

**********

"Loki... you know I just feel like I'm listening to a digest of all the romcoms out there?"

"Romcom?"

"Romantic comedy.Haha I know something you don't."

Casey laughed cheerfully at Loki.

"Very funny, but do you know what karaoke is?"

"Yep... I'll remind you, since the fish thing, I've been catching up, and I'm learning every day. So what about karaoke?" Casey frowned for a moment and then exclaimed, "No! Karaoke? Who? Mobius or you? Or both?"

Loki chuckled at Casey's excitement.

"Mobius came up with the idea for the date, but I did the singing.

"Tell me about it!"

5.

"Mobius..."

Loki stood on the stage of the small bar, and pointed to his lover leaning at the bar, "Mobius, my partner, brought me here because he dreams of hearing me sing in my native language for him. No one will be able to say I don't like to satisfy my beloved." He blew a fingertip kiss to Mobius under the whistling and wolf howls of the customers. He waved to the DJ and the music started to play. He began to sing in Asgardian, the words and notes flowing naturally on his tongue.

So many people around me without a meaning or a goal

It's always someone left

Tell me, why does it always be like that

Someone from up above must have seen me

And yet thought that it's his turn,

my turn to meet someone who knows what I need

it seems like my lonely days

For its always gone

As he sang this, he began to walk towards Mobius, his eyes in his. He saw the understanding in Mobius' eyes, who, understanding perfectly all languages, grasped perfectly the meaning of the song for Loki and him.

For I have the heaven around the corner

My own angel in a bed

As if all the heavens tiny stars

Sang for me, sang for you

In a wonderful refrain

You are the heaven

around the corner for me

When he reached the end of the song, Mobius' eyes were filled with emotion.

As soon as the last note came out of his mouth, Loki hugged Mobius and kissed him, ignoring the cheers and applause of the customers.

When they separated to catch their breath, Mobius asked him, his forehead against his, in a joking tone, « Am I your own angel?"

Loki grasped his head in his hands and replied seriously, his mouth against his, "You are Mobius. You are the angel that brought me out of my darkness. You saved me from myself." Then he captured his lover's lips again, putting into the kiss all what Mobius meant to him.

**********

"Loki, I think I'll be fine, I think I've had my fill of sweets for the day, if not for the next month. If I get diabetes, you'll be responsible for it."

Loki laughed again and shrugged, "Hey! You're the one who wanted it."

"Well, at least you have a lot of work to do to be on the same level as him, because apart from the karaoke, he still made the most effort."

Loki smiled cheekily, "Hm, I think I made up for it with our one-year anniversary date, but since you don't want any more sweetness... I'll shut up."

Casey pointed his fingers at him, "Ah no Mr. God of Mischief, you're not getting away with this!"

Loki surrendered and began his last tale.

+1

This time it was Loki who had surprised Mobius by blindfolding him and leading him through a timedoor.

When they reached their destination, he slowly untied the blindfold, "You can open your eyes, love."

Mobius opened his eyes and gasped. Then he laughed softly.

Loki hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear, "Happy Anniversary my love. It was here a year ago that I started to fall in love with you."

They were in the TVA cafeteria. Alone, because Loki had made sure of that.

A table, THE table was elegantly set.

Mobius let himself be guided by Loki, who said softly, "I know it's unconventional, that we weren't a couple yet, not at all, but-"

He could not continue, Mobius had closed his mouth with a tender kiss.

Pulling back, he placed a finger on Loki's lips and replied, "Don't justify yourself.First of all, since when are we conventional?" he raised an eyebrow before continuing, "Secondly, you weren't the only one who was already feeling something at that moment sweetheart."

It was he who pulled Loki to the table.

They sat there, almost the same way they had that day, their knees touching in a familiar way. But this time the rest of their bodies were close. They shared the meal, interspersed with renewed oaths, smiles and casual conversation. Just savoring the joy of being together.

Mobius noticed, however, that the closer they got to the end of the meal, the more excited Loki seemed, almost as if he couldn't wait for the dinner to end. So much that once the last bite of dessert was swallowed, he stood up and bounced over to Mobius and held out his hand.

"Our night is not over, I have one more surprise. Can I put the blindfold back on you?"

Amused and intrigued by Loki's excitement, Mobius nodded.

Loki tied the blindfold behind his head, placed a kiss on his forehead and took his hand.

He felt them pass through a timedoor again, then suddenly felt a great warmth around him. He recognized Loki's magic that passed over him, and suddenly felt warm sand under his naked feet.

The blindfold came off and he let his eyes adjust to the light.

For the second time that evening, he gasped, and then almost cried with emotion at the sight before him.

He realized he was in a bathing suit when Loki made him put on a life jacket. Then his lover gently pushed him towards the jetski that was waiting for him at the end of the pontoon. "Go my love, go..."

He moved forward a few steps and then turned back to Loki who was looking at him with a loving smile. "And you? Don't you want to come?"

"You deserve to have your first round alone, don't worry, I'll be there."

Winking at him, Loki pointed to two lounge chairs under an umbrella.

"Go my love."

Loki went backwards to settle on the deckchair and with a cocktail in hand, he did not leave the eyes of his lover who listened to the instructions of the instructor before finally making his first ride of jet-ski.

Long minutes later, he saw Mobius coming towards him, a bright smile on his face, he whispered again, "Happy Anniversary my love."

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As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

Song used for the karaoke date : Himlen runt hörnet by Lisa Nilsson

Whole series of oneshot here : X

[mcwritingblog]

Immortal: Chapter 1

A Girl and Her Cat

Pairing: Javier Pena x reader

Summary: A small town barista meets a handsome Javi.

Rating: G

Author’s note: Hey guys I'm sorry this doesn't have a lot of Javier in it, its really a big set up chapter for the story.

Word count: 2k

1975, a random fall Tuesday 

I don't know how it even happened, or how I met him. At the time I was living in a small town in Columbia run by Americans, keeping to myself, not drawing any attention to myself. He walked into my cafe and got a small black coffee. He stayed a while, reading his small novel.  

“Hi there, stranger, I got your coffee”, you said as you set down his drink. “Anything else?”

“No ma’am. Thank you”

“No problem”, you went to turn away but you had to know, “Um, hey?”

“Yes?”

“You've come in before.  What's your name?”

“Javier”

“Javier. I'm y/n. Let me know if you need anything. Maybe next time you could try a latte”, he lets out a snort. You go back to cleaning. It was extremely slow today so you got the go-ahead from your boss to close up early. 

“Miss?”

You turned around and saw Javier leaning up against his truck with a smile. 

You grasp your chest. “You scared me. I didn't notice you there.”

“Were you about to walk home?”

“Yes”

“Would you mind a ride?”

“My apartment isn't that far from here, but thank you I appreciate it.”

“Anytime.”

And like that, you were walking home, enjoying the weather. It was chilly and the leaves were falling beside you everywhere. You didn't mind the ten-minute walk to your apartment. You don't even get in the door before your cat starts meowing at you. 

“Avery, give me one moment. I'll feed you I promise.”. You love the hell out of the black cat but the girl is so needy.

You flick off your shoes by the front door, bending down to pet Avery. You walked past her to shake some food into her bowl. With how she rushes to it, you'd think she never got fed. Silly girl. You walk over to the couch and lay out, grabbing the blanket to get comfortable, a few moments pass and your cat hops up to snuggle up to you. You flip on your tv to find something to have in the background and settle on Hawaii Five O. There's something about cops that attracts you so much. You find yourself falling asleep, Avery radiating heat on your stomach. 

---

You were woken up the next morning by your alarm clock; another day, another dollar. You were on second shift today so you didn't have to be in until 11. You got up and made yourself toast and eggs, making sure fatso had her food too. 

“Pretty girl”, you say scratching her chin and heading towards the door, adding an “I’ll be back later. Byeee”

The walk to the shop today was extra nice. You can smell the aroma of a pumpkin pie as you pass the houses in your neighborhood and hear the sounds of children playing outside. The giggles brought life to the quiet afternoon. As you come closer to the city, the more you hear the sounds of cars passing and smells of bread being baked at the bakery down the street. The bakers wave at you as you pass the front window. You hold up two fingers, gesturing back. Two shops down is Mrs. Rivera trying to hang up plants, struggling to steady herself, AND the hanging ivy pot.

“Here let me help you.”, you say as you come behind her and catch the pot, succeeding in hanging it up on her awning.

“Thank you, sweetheart!”, she says as she wipes her hands on her apron.

“No problem. I have to get going but come by for a latte?”, you ask.

“Yeah. I’ll see you” 

And with that, you were back to it. Half a block down and you come to the shop's front door. It dings as you enter.

“You're late”, your boss, Maria, gets on to you.

“Mrs. Rivera needed help again.”

“Uh-huh. Get your butt back there”, she snorts. She's not mad. Thank god.

“Been busy today?”You ask about taking off your backpack and hanging it up. The shop was basically vacant. The only customer you could see was a college kid studying in the corner. You walk around to pick up mugs and empty plates from various tables.

“Not really. The usuals mostly… Oh! A guy was asking about you! He asked if I knew if you got home safe?”, she asked, confused.

“Ah yes, Javier. He offered to take me home last night.”, you say while walking the dirty dishes to the back.

“He’s cute. You should get in there, girl”, she yells to you. “In there?”, you come around the corner and scoff, “I'm not that interested in dating right now.”

“You should. You can't just spend all your free time with your cat and nonexistent characters in your books.”

“Can.” You point out “And will” 

“You're only 24, do you really wanna throw away that opportunity?”

You could only muster up an eye roll.

----

The rest of the shift went off without a problem. Maria went home shortly after her talk with you. The next few hours included a couple of customers but mostly some cleaning. Mrs. Rivera actually came to see you, even getting a hot chocolate for her grandson when she got her latte. You hold a conversation with her for a while, talking about her daughter’s new job at the school. Maria said something about that a couple of weeks ago. The rest of the regulars got their usual drinks, only sticking around long enough for their drinks. The clock soon hits 7 pm.

“Another tea?”, you ask the college student in the corner. He’s been here for your whole shift and has gotten two hot green teas with sugar.

“No ma’am. I'm about to leave but I appreciate it.”

‘Alright. Don't be a stranger”, you say, taking his cup and saucer to the back to clean it off. You place it in the strainer to left it air dry. As you are in the back, the customer packed up and left, leaving the shop empty.

You walk past every table, wiping it down and stacking chairs on top, then grabbing the broom. You quite enjoy the quiet chill night, humming a simple tune. The night offers an array of noises through the open door: Grasshoppers chirping and the soft whistle of the breeze. You finish sweeping and put up the broom. “The tips were pretty good today”, you think, pushing the money into your pocket, removing your apron, locking up, and heading home.

----

You had Thursday off and planned to spend it accordingly. You slept until you couldn't anymore, got up, and fed Avery, offering extra pets to the needy cat. She snuggles up to you on the couch, laying in the space in front of your stomach. Your newest interest? Murder mysteries. So you are relaxing on the couch reading Agatha Christie’s Death on the Nile. 

You get pretty far into the book before hearing a knock at your door. Weird. Then walk to unlatch the door, swinging it open.

“Uh... hello?”, you questioned the man in front of you. He’s standing there with his hand to the back of his neck, looking nervous

“Hi. Umm, I'm new to building. I live across the hall. I’m Anthony”, he reaches his hand out. You take his hand and shake it.

“Y/N”, you respond, smiling.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N”

“Would you like to come in for some coffee? I just put on a fresh pot”, you invite.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”, his face sparks up in happiness. He takes your invitation and walks into your apartment, you close the door behind him.

‘Wow. Nice apartment. How long have you been living here?”

“Eh, a while”. Boy, you have NO idea.

He sits down at your dinner table and you bring over two coffee mugs.

“Cream? Sugar?”, you ask.

“Yes. Both please”, he responds and you hand him the containers of cream and sugar.

“Just moved here?”

“Yeah. From Arizona. The owner told me that you're one of the only Americans renting here. Thought I might come by and say hello.”

“Arizona, huh?”

“Yeah. I used to live in Georgia when I was a young girl but I’ve been around the world a lot. Been a while since I’ve been in the United States”, you drift off for a second but reel it in. “ Where in Arizona are you from?”

“Tucson. Wasn’t a bad place to live but I went to college for a major in the Spanish language. I wanted to visit places where I could hear the different dialects and see the different cultures. Thus, I am in Columbia.”

“Ah, you see I just wanted to see the world. I’ve been almost everywhere”

‘What was your favorite place to visit?”, he asks, fully focused on the conversation and not realizing Avery’s furry body rubbing against his shins. She meows. “Oh, well, hello there pretty girl. What’s your name?”. He reaches down to pet her back.

“That’s Avery. But back to your question, I was living in Greece for a while and I just adored the blue waters and sandy beaches.”

He takes a sip of his coffee and asks, “So what brought you here?”

“Need a change of scene. I had a friend who lived here but she passed away a couple of years ago”, you reply back nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders.

“Oh, im so sorry to hear that. Not too pry but we’re you close?”

“Yeah, We knew each other for a while.”

“How’d she die?”, he asks further

“Old age”, you let slip.

“Old age? he responds surprised.

“Uh... yeah. A family friend.”, you try to make up a better story to keep suspicion off of you.

That conversation kind of ended before it started, instead opting for a conversation about Anthony’s studies in places like Cuba and Spain. The talk circled around to different places you’ve visited, Rome being a topic that seemed to trail on and on. The sun outside seems to start to set.

“I’ve got to get going but it was nice to meet you, Y’N”

“You too, Anthony. Let me know if you need a cup of sugar or anything”, you say following him towards your door. He steps through and across the hallway to his front door. When he shuts his door, you follow suit. You turn around and you can feel Avery’s judging eyes on you.

“I know, I almost blew my cover”, you tell your feline friend. She meows.

-----

You weren't wrong when you told Anthony you’ve been living in Columbia for a while. The problem is his definition and your definition of “a while” were completely different. The truth is you lived in Columbia for 40 years and in this town for about 20. You didn’t age. The only person who could possibly know is Mrs. Rivera but she is very good at minding her own business. You were one of the only ones who came to her husband’s funeral a year ago. You’re practically family. The town’s oldest residents have passed and the owners of the apartments change every couple of years. The rent is paid in cash and the tenets come and go. Every couple of decades you move to another small town in another country. 

You lived a normal life but you didn’t know your parents. You lived in the orphanage until you were 18. It was then you took up a job, reading in your spare time, and traveling when you could. You didn’t even realize your immortality until you were 40 looking 20. And then 50 looking 20. You did try to date but soon came to realize that you’d outlive them, leaving a trail of broken hearts. You were pretty sure you were incapable of love. 80 years old and not prepared for what happened next.

Javier Pena was about to change your life.

[elisela]

love is all, love is you (read on ao3) allison x derek x stiles, g, fluff and silliness an: i guess this is a thing now anyway @extasiswings here’s some baking a cake ... kind of

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Derek comes home to a disaster.

It’s not like he expects a spotless house after being gone for six days—he knows very well that he’s the one who tolerates clutter and mess the least; Allison is content to let small things pile up until she can devote a few solid hours to cleaning, and Stiles ignores everything until he needs to use cleaning as a procrastination tactic, and then the house undergoes a deep clean process that rivals even Derek’s. So he’s well prepared for the daily mess of living, for a sink full of dishes and coffee mugs left in illogical places, for the sheets to be kicked down to the end of the bed and for clothes scattered throughout the bedroom and bathroom.

He is not prepared for dusty white footprints from the kitchen to the living room and down the hall, for gummy egg yolk dripping down the cabinets and shells half-crushed on the countertops, or for the mountain of dishes left next to the overflowing sink, dishwasher door cracked open and stuffed to the brim.

The front door opens with a crash and Allison’s laughter as he stands in the middle of the kitchen and looks around in confusion, and he turns around in time to see Stiles and Allison stop short in the doorway, canvas shopping bags over their arms.

“Whoops,” Stiles says, cringing, but Allison recovers first and scoots past him, wrapping her arms around Derek’s waist.

Words about missing him and welcoming him home are mumbled into his chest; Derek tears his eyes away from Stiles’ sheepish expression long enough to embrace her, leaning down to kiss the crown of her head before she tilts her face up and kisses him soundly. He sinks into the feeling of her against him, familiar and comforting, stretches out a hand to touch Stiles as he passes by them and starts unloading groceries into the refrigerator.

“We meant to clean up before you got home,” Stiles says behind him, and Derek breaks away from Allison with one last, short kiss. “But you’re home early, so we can’t be blamed.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Allison says, patting his side before she moves away. “We didn’t expect you for another two hours.”

“What did you do?” he asks, stepping back and leaning against the counter, wincing when his elbow lands in … something. He’d almost rather not know what.

Stiles is quick to wet a paper towel and take his arm, swiping the unidentified goop off. “We made you a cake,” he says, beaming as he leans in and pecks Derek’s lips.

Derek grips his arm to keep him close and pulls him in, hugging him just as tightly as he did Allison and breathing him in before he clears his throat and lets go. “You two made a cake,” he says doubtfully, but can’t stop the fondness for them creeping into his tone. “You two. The two of you. Baked a cake.”

“We can bake!” Stiles protests, looking offended. “It’s just following directions.”

“You’re terrible at following directions,” Derek says, raising an eyebrow. “You think they’re not necessary and she thinks she knows better.”

“Hey!” Allison exclaims, shooting him a look from where she’s hanging the canvas bags in the pantry. “See if we do anything nice for you again.”

Derek looks at her, then looks around the dirty kitchen, narrowing his eyes. “So where’s the cake?”

He doesn’t miss the look Allison and Stiles exchange. “Not finished,” Stiles says. “We forgot the frosting, it’s why we went to the store. So you just—go unpack and Ally and I will clean up—”

“The clothes can wait,” he says, waving a hand, because he has a sneaking suspicion about the cake and he wants to know if he’s right. “I missed you both. I can help clean this while you two finish.”

“Or,” Stiles says, raising an eyebrow, “I can go blow you in the shower. I know how much you like a hot shower after a long drive—” he ignores the elbow to the side and the dirty look Allison throws at him, presumably irritated that he’s leaving her all the work, “and it’s been almost a week—”

“I’m good,” Derek says. He tries to keep a straight face but can feel his lips twitch up. “The pictures you sent were more than enough.”

Allison and Stiles look at each other again; Stiles raises his hand to the back of his neck and rubs at it, and Allison worries at her bottom lip for a moment. “Did you bring home any books?” she asks. “Stiles can help you unload them—”

“Uh, hey,” Stiles says, frowning, “don’t volunteer me for the manual labor—”

“You had no problem volunteering your mouth,” she shoots back at him, “your other body parts can take one for the team.”

Stiles gives her such a look of faux-outrage that Derek snorts. “I’d hardly call welcoming him home ‘taking one for the team’,” he says, complete with air quotes. “What do you think I am, a hooker?”

“I think this was all your idea and if only one of us is finishing it up, it should be you.”

“He’s your husband, you should have been the one to think of making him a cake,” Stiles says, and Derek takes it as his cue to start poking around the kitchen idly now that they’re fully focused on attempting to one-up each other and rehashing the same old fight they have whenever they’re using bickering as foreplay.

“You can’t throw that in my face every time—”

“I specifically remember telling you in great detail that I would absolutely be using that fact against you—against both of you—when we decided you’d get married,” Stiles says.

He tunes out the rest—they practically have a script they follow at this point, and Allison’s fingers are already tucked into the front pockets of Stiles’ jeans so it’s progressing how it should; in a moment, he knows, Stiles will give Allison his saddest look, complete with a stuck-out lower lip, and Allison will melt against him and assure him that she’d divorce Derek in a heartbeat and marry him if that’s what he really wanted, and she loves him, and Stiles’ eyes will turn mischievous—

“So,” Derek says, opening the oven door and pulling out the sheet pan with a chocolate cake in the middle, bits of white frosting stuck into the cracks and crevices where it couldn’t be scraped off, “where’d you buy the cake from? Because I hope it wasn’t Greenberg’s.”

Stiles and Allison turn towards him, sporting matching grimaces.

He raises his eyebrows at them.

“This is your fault, you harlot,” Stiles hisses at Allison, and she whacks his arm. “You should have just let me—”

“I already knew,” Derek interrupts, and can’t hide his grin any longer. “I’m impressed at the dedication to the ruse, although you didn’t need to destroy the kitchen—”

“We really did try,” Allison offers, leaning into Stiles when he drops his arm around her shoulder. “Three times, in fact, they just … weren’t good. I told you we should have made him rice krispies,” she adds, looking up at Stiles. “Not even we can mess those up.”

“I’m sure you could find a way,” Derek says, glancing around again at the mess before sliding the cake onto the top of the stove. “C’mere,” he says, reaching out for them, letting them envelope him in their arms and take the weight of the ache he’d carried for the last six days away. He kisses Stiles’ cheek, then Allison’s. “Thank you. I missed you.”

“We missed you too, babe,” Stiles says, lips catching against the corner of Derek’s mouth. “Go shower and unpack, we’ll get this taken care of and then we’ll order dinner.”

He’s been alone for the last week—he doesn’t care about a messy kitchen, all he wants is them. “Frost the cake,” he says, kissing Allison’s cheek again, because otherwise half the frosting would end up being eaten before it was done, “order some dinner,” —Stiles, that time, because he doesn’t want to be stuck with food from the vegan place Allison has decided she loves, “and we’ll go take it up to the lookout, have a picnic. We can clean it all up in the morning.”

[a-storm-of-roses]

October Fics Day 5: Baking

Pairing: Teyla Emmagen/Jennifer Keller

Rating: G

Words: 2015

Summary: Teyla is good at many things, but baking isn't one of them. Luckily, Jennifer knows a trick.

A/N: Saw this prompt and HAD to make it about the two women who are canonically bad cooks!

Read on AO3 or below!

Teyla choked back a cough, as a cloud of flour rose up from the bowl. She stirred vigorously, but the mixture simply would not come together. And she was certain it wasn’t intended to look so chunky. Or so oily.

“Whatcha up to?” Jennifer leaned comfortably against the entry to the kitchen, a Driffen apple in her hand, looking bemused and more than a little curious. She was dressed casually, in jeans and a loose shirt, and Teyla realized she must be taking advantage of a rare day off.

With a sigh, Teyla wiped a hand across her forehead. It was only as she felt the drag of flour and grit across her skin, that she realized her error.

“I am baking,” Teyla ground out. Fetching a rag to wipe her face. “Or, at least I am trying to.”

Jennifer wandered over to the large, industrial counter where Teyla had been working. She peered over into the bowl, took one look at the contents and scrunched up her nose. Teyla would have found it cute, if she hadn’t been distracted by the annoyance and frustration of an hour wasted in the kitchen. She was hot, her arm was sore, and she was no closer to having created anything remotely resembling a cake.

“Uh, what exactly are you trying to make here?” Jennifer asked. She could tell the doctor was schooling her tone, adopting that forced, cheery accent that sometimes drove Teyla up a wall. Rodney called it Midwest nice. John, in his weaker moments, called it fake.

“A birthday cake for John. He does not particularly enjoy celebrations, but a cake seemed like a pleasant and simple tradition.”

“And you didn’t just ask the kitchen staff?” Jennifer asked. She picked up the mixing spoon, abandoned in the bowl of batter. Slowly, she lifted it out, and made a face as the oily, chunky mix splattered back into the bowl.

“I was under the impression that the cake was more meaningful when baked by a loved one.”

“In that case, shouldn’t Rodney be making it?” Teyla shot Jennifer a look, and it seemed to serve her purpose, because she blushed and stammered out quickly, “Or Ronon, or maybe Major Lorne? You know,” she continued, regaining her equilibrium, “don’t let them convince you that you have to do the cooking, just because you’re a woman. It’s sexist and outdated.”

Teyla sighed, and picked up the recipe again, smudging brown batter on the white paper.

“Ronon was going to join me. He is actually quite a good cook and baker, and he received the recipe from Evan. But then he implied that I would not be capable of doing this on my own, when Evan specifically said this was an easy recipe, and so…”

"So you got a bit competitive.” Jennifer smiled, real and easy, and Teyla felt some of the tension drain from her shoulders. “But I still don’t understand why you didn’t just use an Athosian recipe. Surely that would have been more familiar.”

Teyla shook her head, and picked up the bowl again, futilely attempting to stir the batter into submission.

“I’m afraid I am not a terribly accomplished baker, regardless of the recipe’s origins. My tuun bread was always too flat, and a bit hard. And at least I have access to the ingredients for this recipe.”

Jennifer hummed in agreement, before leaning forward on the counter, careful to avoid the stray flour and batter, and watching Teyla stir vigorously a few moments longer.

“I don’t think that’s how it’s meant to look.”

“I am aware of that,” Teyla snapped. Jennifer straightened up, her lips tugged down in a frown. Teyla sighed and placed the bowl on the counter, rubbing firmly at her temples. “I apologize, Jennifer, cooking always brings out the worst in me. It is not my strong suit.”

Jennifer brightened a bit.

“I have an idea, let me just see…” Jennifer made her way to one of the pantries, and crouched down, digging on one of the lower back shelves. She moved boxes, shifted tins, until she reemerged, looking triumphant and holding a small, cardboard box.

“Here! I thought we might still have some left over.” She presented the box to Teyla as though it were a prize, and looked so pleased with herself, so eager for Teyla’s approval. Teyla took the box and examined it more closely. The front displayed an image of a cake, and the back was covered with simple, short instructions.

“What is this?” Teyla asked.

Jennifer’s smile never faltered. “Boxed cake mix. A culinarily-challenged Midwestern girl’s best friend.”

Moving to the cabinets and pulling down a fresh bowl, Jennifer then rifled through the shelved ingredients, placing a bottle of cooking oil and some eggs on the counter.

“All you do is pour the mix in the bowl, add some oil, water and eggs, and pop it into the oven! I suppose not-chicken eggs will work just as well.”

Teyla eyed the collection of items warily. She was not usually one to take a shortcut, especially when it came to her friends, but then again, she also wasn’t one to bake.

“I could help?” Jennifer offered, clearly misinterpreting her silence for trepidation. It had sounded simple enough, she didn’t think she particularly needed the other woman’s help, but then again, Evan’s recipe had also sounded simple.

“That would be very appreciated, thank you Jennifer,” Teyla offered warmly. Jennifer beamed.

“Great! Why don’t I measure the oil, and you crack the eggs. That’s the hardest part, anyhow.”

They worked silently and companionably, Jennifer pouring the mix into the bowl, adding the oil, before Teyla added the eggs and the water. Before Teyla could reach the bowl, Jennifer had it in her arms, stirring slowly and steadily.

“Figured your arms could use the break,” she said, looking pointedly over at the bowl where Teyla’s first attempt sat congealing.

“Thank you.”

For a moment the kitchen was silent, the only noise the quiet squelch of Jennifer stirring the batter.

Teyla would be the first to admit that she had spent little time with Jennifer, especially following their disastrous mission to New Athos. It wasn’t that Teyla disliked her - there were very few people out there that Teyla truly disliked - but the doctor tested her patience at times. She was too soft, too naive for life here, it seemed. Too earnest, and too kind. She worried that one day the lovely doctor would go off-world, and would not return.

But as she watched Jennifer pour the batter into the cake tins, and pop them into the oven, she wondered if perhaps a bit of softness was not always a bad thing.

“Think we can toss this, then?” Jennifer asked, holding the bowl of chunky batter.

“Yes,” Teyla laughed, “I believe we can.” They moved in tandem, cleaning the used dishes and wiping down the counters, before Teyla grabbed a broom to sweep the spilled flour from the floor.

Jennifer leaned back against the counter and watched her, her gaze direct and focussed. Teyla was certain the other woman had never looked at her like this before, but she found, surprisingly, it was not unwelcome. Teyla met her gaze in return, and smiled, laughing a bit, as Jennifer’s eyes widened and looked away.

“So,” Teyla began, “you have done this before?”

“I- um, what exactly-”

“Made cake from a box?” Teyla took mercy on her.

“Oh,” Jennifer blushed. “Right. Yeah, I used to be in a lot of activities when I was younger. Girl Scouts, debating. Swim team, for a bit. I was always ahead of the class, and my parents thought it would be a good way for me to meet other kids my own age, you know, acclimate socially.

“Anyways, these activities always had a lot of bake sales. Um, where you bake things and sell them to raise money for the club? We all had to bring something. My mom was a great baker - she used to make the best cupcakes. But after she died, I had to figure something out. I tried making a couple of her recipes, but they never really turned out right. That’s when Betty Crocker and I became BFFs.”

Teyla felt a sudden pang of her own grief.

“Your father did not bake?”

“No, I come from a pretty conservative area. It was enough that he took over making all of our meals, I couldn’t ask him to make me a devil’s food cake for my debate tournament too.”

Jennifer busied herself checking the cake, showing Teyla the clean toothpick and bringing it out of the oven to cool. The two round cakes were golden yellow, edging into a bit browned at the edges. They looked not unlike the cake the mess served on special occasions. Teyla was just relieved to see that they appeared edible.

“We’ll need to wait a bit before we can frost it.”

Teyla sat on one of the high stools, and regarded Jennifer closely. After a moment, she spoke.

“I lost my mother when I was quite young as well. No one ever quite made fried melo like her. I tried to get it right, for many years, but even the best cooks in our settlement never came close.”

“You miss her,” Jennifer stated, leaning over and placing her hand on Teyla’s. Her palm was warm, a bit damp, but soft. Teyla nodded. “I miss mine too. I don’t think it ever goes away.”

For a moment, Teyla considered leaning in. Brushing the hair that had fallen loose from Jennifer’s ponytail back, swiping her thumb across a smooth cheek.

But then, Jennifer pulled her hand away, cleared her throat and stood.

“I think we can frost it now.”

“Do we need to make the frosting, or does that also come in a box?”

“Even better,” Jennifer responded, placing two small containers on the counter. “It comes in a tub.”

They each took one cake, Jennifer showing her how to spread the frosting evenly, without causing the cake to crumble. Finally, carefully, Teyla lifted one layer on top of the other, smoothing down the frosting covering the sides.

“It looks great! I’m sure John will love it.”

“I just hope it tastes alright,” Teyla laughed.

Jennifer grinned at her, happy and relaxed. Even more hair had fallen out of her ponytail, and ridiculously, there was a smudge of frosting across her cheek. She looked messy, not at all like her normal, put-together self, and Teyla was surprised to find it endearing.

“Here, you have a bit of-” Teyla reached out, and wiped the frosting from her face. Almost instinctively, she popped her finger in her mouth, licking the sweetness from her own skin. Jennifer’s pupils dilated.

“How’s- um- how’s it taste?” She asked, voice just a touch breathy.

“Delicious,” Teyla answered, her eyes never breaking contact. “Perhaps you should try some.”

It was a challenge. Jennifer could take the risk, take what Teyla was offering. Or she could pretend she didn’t understand, pretend she wasn’t feeling this thing thrumming between the two of them.

Jennifer’s eyes dropped down to her lips, and her hand settled on Teyla’s arm, before she moved closer, leaning in to gently kiss her, barely a brush, before pulling away.

“Was that alright?” She asked, uncertain, her hand still gripping Teyla’s bicep with more force than she would have expected.

“Yes, but I don’t believe you got to sample the frosting.” Teyla swiped her finger across the base of the cake, before sucking it into her mouth, making a little show of licking the excess frosting off. It was ridiculous, she knew it, but it had the desired effect, Jennifer pulling her in close and kissing her again, this time with a confident heat, her tongue venturing out to pull the sweetness from Teyla’s own mouth.

They kissed for long minutes, before breathless, Teyla finally pulled away.

“I believe I have found something pleasurable about baking after all.”

Jennifer laughed. “Just wait til I show you what I can do with a roll of cookie dough.”

[jiminrings]

hi!! can i request a drabble of new personaltrainer!jungkook training a pretty awkward (and kinda chubby/thicc..?) y/n and its super fluffy and aaaa,, i love your writing aaaa 🥺

cloud nine

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: y/n finally gives into jimin the gymbro’s thoughtful push, and jungkook is sO close to barking back to his chihuahua the moment he gets home :D // gif isn’t mine but look at it it’s so cRISPY!!!

notes: thank you sO much babie!! here you go :D

okay that’s iT!!

you totally need something new in your life

you need a change of pace or whatever that’s called

all the days you’ve been having are all blurring into the same one and it just makes you feel so stagnant

the only difference you could point out are the sleep shirts you wear and that’s ONLY if you don’t try to repeat wearing them

you now have a list of people you’re in awe of

people who genuinely and unironically consider friends the tv show as a cinematic masterpiece because nOAH FENCE how do they manage to get entertained by laugh tracks and the same skit over and over again

ok maybe your slander towards it increased because hoseok (the guy you have a sorta crush on) likes it and he leaves you on read and sometimes doesn’t even open your message and thEN you’d see his instagram stories and they’re all just???? friends???? what was the reason

and second, jimin!

jimin’s your best friend and that just makes you awed even more because you don’t even know how the two of you got close

jk it was when your friends forced you to come with them at this inflatable water park and you were sCARED and so he held your lifevest and was like

“hEY do you wanna take this in the same pace that i’m doing it?? tbh i just wanna get back to my mimosas but my friends paid too expensively for this”

<3 he has been the guardian of your heart since <3

jimin’s just so well-paced and organized and knows how to have his fun that his daily life doesn’t seem like a mindless routine

you are actively YEARNING for that kind of lifestyle

and right now it just seems like the stars are aligning for you and are practically made for your existence alone!!

jimin’s a gymbro

he is the living breathing talking definition of gymbro and gymrat and gymgod or whatever it is

.....

.......

.... gymin if u will ....

okAy then

but he wasn’t the aggressive type of gymbro, not at all!

he’s a total natural!!

like he’s ripped but not excessively and exaggeratedly ripped

he doesn’t flex but the muscle definition and the physique are just wHew exquisite!!

he doesn’t talk in protein powder lingo but you aren’t surprised to see a giant jug of it inside his cupboard!!! after all he’s proud to say that it’s practically all-skill!!!

and to top it off.,.,

:D

okay so jimin takes off his shirt right

the two of you are neighbors and you often come into each other’s places and it feels like home too

and you aren’t complaining!! you know that he runs a little hot that normal and you wouldn’t want him overheating

but he has this large tattoo on his rib that reads nevermind and it’s so cOOL and it just makes the gears in your head go creak creak because aha your best friend is the blueprint huh

you’re not surprised!! you really aren’t!!

after all, why would you be surprised out of all the things above when you already know that he owns a goddamn GYM??

the only regret that you have is not meeting him sooner :((

yeah sure pjm athletics does have a nice ring to it bUT WHAT ABOUT PARK’S GYMIN

you’ve always been.,., a lil curious ok

i mean your goddamn friend is the ownEr of a really well-known and well-praised gym!! how could you not??

you don’t wanna mooch off from him though no matter how much he offers you free classes and stuff

he always brings you home extra merch and energy drinks that you’re sure you can now have a tap for gatorade

he’s not dENSE!! he sees how you look at him whenever he does push-ups on your floor or when he does planks like no big deal

there’s this thought at the back of your head that y’know..,., what if THIS was the thing that’s gonna be your change of pace

lmao you’re looking for hardship basically

jimin’s finally had it when you sigh for the eleventh time while he’s doing pull-ups

you want to spend your own money and he knows you won’t accept any of his offers!!

that’s it he needs to be smart about this!!!

“woah jimin holy sHIT you’re having a 50% off your membership??? and it comes with a trainer too??? are you serious right now???”

:)))

he can now sleep in peace knowing his editing job for this flyer has paid off and he’s passed the “y/n’s not believing me” stage :))

if it wasn’t established enough there really isn’t a sale lol

here you are then,.,.

wearing workout leggings that jimin deemed to be reAlly great and it made quite a hefty dent in your wallet but you trust his judgement so ok

you’re not in the mood to wear anything besides jimin’s black dri-fit shirt because you really don’t wanna attract attention as the newbie

this is good!! you now have a gym membership AND a personal trainer!!

you dON’T exactly need them but you feel you just do y’know!! there’s no harm in trying :D

you didn’t want jimin to be your personal trainer and he basically sULKED for a whole week

it’s not a him problem!! it’s a you problem!!!

you know that it’s a given that the trainers shOuld be excellently to a degree to actually train someone else

but it’s now dawning in you that HE’S the owner and he’s so intimidatingly good!!! you would look like a raw egg that’s just dumped haphazardly into a pot and he’s the perfectly-boiled egg :((

oh my god

jungkook feels like he’s gonna throw up with how nervous he is

it’s his first day as a personal trainer!! :D

he’s half-excited and half-terrified because holy shit fIRST of all this gym was hard to apply to in the first place

everyone’s flocking it because:

a) it’s really great

b) even greater benefits for the employees

c) the pay is hUGE

d) the equipment?? the morals?? the testimonials?? the owner?? the whole thing??? FANTASTIC

and second omg jungkook won’t admit it to anyone but uHm he’s kinda scared ok

he’s not the type of person that’s comfortable with ordering people around??? even if that’s technically his job???

like what if his first-ever client is a guy like jason momoa and that guy’s a fucking UNIT for sure

imagine hIM telling jASON MOMOA to give him three sets x twenty reps of push-ups

g-gulp

“or i can do it for you, i-if you want?”

he’s bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet and swinging his arms around forward and backward to make them clap quietly

“there, you’re all set!! i already filled up all the forms for you the moment i gave you the flyer!!”

“but-“

“your trainer’s... not me. but he’s uh, what’s his name again, jungkook!! what does he look like again — oh right!! i remember!!”

“jimin-“

“he should be the guy with the big doe eyes!! has a lot of dangly earrings!! if he’s not wearing a sweater then he should be the one who has some tattoos!!”

“no jimin-“

“off you go!! i’ll be bouncing around but i’ll keep an eye on you, don’t worry!! okay now go and i’ll let you have a sip of my gatorade even if we have the same drink :D”

.....

whew

there goes nothing then

you’re about to keep your duffel bag close as a reason to stall to getting to the locker room but jimin’s already one step ahead and snatched it from you

you didn’t even get your towel :((

it had a little blue cloud embroidered at the middle of it and it’s your Emotional Support Towel by default

you’re kinda nervous since there’s some pairs of eyes on you because after all they just saw you have the most carefree conversation with the owner they’re a lil scared to talk to

you’re wringing your hands together as you try to spot this jungkook with jimin’s descriptions and-

oh

oH

O H

jungkook looks so ????

wow?????

he’s gorgeous like that is nOt up for debate

he looks so fresh?? effortless?? handsome???

jungkook looks like he smells like baby powder and freshly-washed sheets

the baby powder that you’re tempted to snORt because it smells so good which was the one you’d put on your chest bc boob sweat and to prevent ur thighs chafing

he had to do a double-take on you because the first time he glanced at this walking person he immediately shut down

like when something looks sO pretty that you have to look away for a second because you literally can’t take it

oR like when you have this favorite scene of a movie and you have to physically pause it before rewinding and doing that for another six times

“are you perhaps jungkook?? because i’m not surE and-...”

“jungkook i am. i-i aM jeon jungkook!! yes, right, jungkook!!!!!”

holy fuck he’s stopped working

your mouth’s a little parted because you didn’t expect him to go on that lil spiel cLEARLY but omg he’s adorable!!!

if he could punch himself he really would

it’s taking him a second to regroup but you take the initiative to introduce yourself :D

“i’m y/n! you’re my trainer from what they told me :))”

you’re a lil more awkward when it comes to social interactions like these but it looks like you’re acing it when put in front of jungkook

the both of you shake hands and then immediately put it behind your back because wow u just shook the pretty boy’s hand AND it’s not even 8 in the morning yet!!

you haven’t even started the workout portion yet but ur already on fire

( jimin’s looking at the security footage and even HE’S blushing from the secondhand embarrassment jungkook’s brough oh my god )

(( jimin suddenly wishes he could unlearn reading people’s lips ))

“so, what brought you here?”

it’s jungkook who asks but he alsO wants to answer himself to say it’s fate aha :D

he’s getting you to stretches and he’s doing them with you!!

“to be honest?? well there was like a fIFTY percent discount but you already know all of that”

wait

what now

“a sale? what-...”

there’s an abrupt noise that goes through the whole gym and it makes the both of you flinch and you even yelP

if you see jimin lifting a 100lbs barbell only to throw it down and cut off jungkook from speaking THEN MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS

“you okay?”

jungkook asks you quietly and taps your shoulder and you’re about to faint right then and there of how you met like then minutes ago and he’s cONCERNED

the focus on today was flexibility plus easing you into working out!!!

stretches are the next best thing to working out and it’s a win-win combo bc you’re flexible aND you’re basically exerting effort = kind of a workout apparently

the bit of reaching your toes then doing a downward dog and the upward-facing dog right after to hear that satisfying grunt of your joints is a LITTLE awkward because jungkook’s looking at you

jungkook wants to look away but in the same time he can’t will himself to

one because he’s a young wide-eyed attracted man and twO he’s the trainer omg he needs to look at you!!!

“o-okay! just a set of jack jum — jUMPING JACKS!!! jumping jacks and we could start :)))”

no one told you.,.,.

no one told you where you should look when you’re doing jumping jacks

you can’t look downwards because that’ll throw you off and you can’t look up either because why?? what??? WHO are you seeking up there????

looking straight ahead is kinda awkward

the safe answer was everywhere at once according to you

you sneak a look at jungkook and you almost choke in your own spit with how handsome he still looks

you’re not gonna cope up with that fact probably ever

jungkook’s feeling a lil sweaty now because uHm he shouldn’t really be doing this with you technically

it’s usually a trainer doing it with you for like the first five reps and then letting you do it alone for the rest

but nO he’s doing this with you he doesn’t mind :D

he could feel a bead of sweat by his sideburns and he’s screaming internally to gO the fuck back where it came from

he wants to tear off his hoodie but he doesn’t know if he should since he doesn’t have a shirt underneath!!!

being shirtless to the gym isn’t new but you’re with him and nOW he feels nervous

honestly jungkook would rather overheat than to make you feel uncomfortable

news flash: you want to curl up into a ball and cry about thinking how you’d be sore the next day

you r about to give out and tear up a little bit because fuck this is nOT an introductory workout

you also don’t want to look like a wimp in front of jungkook because that is not a good look for your pride and you’d feel embarrassed for eternity

just two more to go!!

honestly fUCK fire hydrants!!! 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦?? 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦?? 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕊?? 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖???? 𝕚 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠 𝕒𝕊𝕊!!!

you raise your head because you’re getting dizzy looking down

jungkook’s looking at you and he sees you looking at him and it dOESN’T help the way you look right now

with you sweaty and grumbling under your breath and ur baby hair all over the place and ur eyes unfocused and fix at the same time a-and ur lips parted and-

JESUS LINE UP AT THE DMV RIGHT NOW TAKE THE WHEEL

jungkook’s so nervous and flustered that his limp actually trembles with how hot his cheeks are and he’s rambling out of nowhere

“fire hydrants amirite??? most certainly inspired by dogs and stuff because cooky, my chihuahua, does exactly that when he pees and-...”

THERE’S THAT LOUD BARBELL CLANGING AGAIN

oh my god he should not have said that

jungkook’s beyond mortified wHY DID HE SAY THAT

you look speechless and you aRE

you’re just nodding at him with a tight-lipped smile and if he knows better that’s because you’re so spent and a little light-headed and less off from his nervous rambling

planks,,, just planks,,, the final bit of it all

you don’t wanna get dizzy at the last stretch so you’re trying your best to not pay attention to the blood rushing to ur head

jungkook’s so distracted with his thoughts that he wordlessly adjusts you

lifts up your core while adjusting your feet closer before pressing his hand to your back and-

aHA FUCK

you now feel like you can run a marathon right after that

jungkook now feels like he can compete in a twenty-hour triathlon

he’s praising you to no end that you did sOOOO good!!! you really did!!!!

meanwhile your face is hot not only from that but also because you’ve endured hardship that felt like hours <3

you’re breathlessly laughing because wHEW you really did do that and wow you’re proud of yourself!!!! it’s not even 10 in the morning!!!

there’s a towel that’s gently patting your face section by section

:)

“you uhm, you didn’t have a towel with you so-“

jungkook pats at your neck to your nape and that’s when it hits that o-OH right i’ll leave you to that

you take the towel with a grin you’re fighting so hard and that’s when you realize that it’s not just a random gym one

but rather it was jungkook’s himself because it’s the same clean one he had in his hands awhile ago!!

you can smell him on it and you make sure to pat your face extra dry because you wouldn’t want to get your face sweaty now would you :D his perfume’s just a bonus, right :D

shouldn’t trainers be the cold and straight to the point ones and immediately leave right after you’re all done????

..... inch resting

“oh my gOD — mr. jimin sir-nim min jimin-nIM!!”

jungkook has the fright of his life when his boss appears from nowhere by his side

jimin laughs at how frazzled this guy is lmao but anyways he came here for you (as if he hasn’t been supervising from afar the whole time)

“want me to give you a ride home or?”

kook’s a little lost and he might just cry as he starts to think that oh wait a second are you guys-

“he’s my best friend.”

you whisper under your breath towards him and he unknowingly sighs in relief

“well did you get here using your jeep or your vespa???”

jimin has this jeep he passionately calls chimmy the jeep and he has a knack for naming things with a ring on it ok

and the other was a cream-colored vespa he bought like six months ago

he learned how to ride the bike a year ago and he was immediately let’s get this to the next level idc i’m getting a vESPA!!!

you have an iRRATIONAL fear of vespas

you’re okay with big bikes and regular motorcycles!!! in fact you find them less threatening than jimin’s motorcycle

the little wheels scare you and it’s just so??? it looks so bite-sized wHY does it look like that???? it looks like you could breathe an extra breath to your right and the vespa would steer to the right

ugh you hate his motorcycle sO bad

“well don’t you hAte public transport when you’re tired and all that???”

yikes you did

it’s true!! you’d call him to pick you up because the bus ride hits harder when you’ve had a long day and u feel every bump in the road possible

“i have a big bike!”

jungkook chimes in and he even raises his hand and that’s when he shuts up when he realizes his mistake

“no one asked mhmm i’m sorry jimin-nim sir hYung-nim”

your eyes widen as it sinks in you that oh my god he mIGHT be as into you as you are with him and that’s so ???? that’s such a heartwarming concept you can’t believe

jungkook has the same big brain moment and he takes your widened eyes as a signal to keep talking

“i have TWO helmets! but uhm one of them is for kooky and he’s a chihuahua, wait i already said that, so that means it’s just a tINY helmet i ordered from amazon but it’s okAy i can wear it!!! b-but i’m not forcing you or anything that i should take you home o-or no offense to mr. jimin-nim sir i am NOT underestimating you or-“

surprisingly, jimin doesn’t hate the idea of you and jungkook

ah he should probably adopt a dog and name them jupiter or sth,,, you and koo look like you’re gonna end up anyways

“okay. just bring her home in one piece.”

he’s oddly calm and that also makes YOU confused

jungkook isn’t confused however because the moment you turn, jimin mouths to him in korean and the rough translation was hurt her and i’ll kill you :D

you nodded your head and that meant he’s iNDEED taking you bome

he starts throwing things in his duffel bag (and he should still be in the gym but jimin jus gave him a free pass) and he’s wordlessly carrying yours too!!

he could feel your fist holding the back of his hoodie and jungkook just feels at peace :’’’)

wearing a ridiculous miniature helmet for dogs on top of his head that won’t do shit is tOTALLY worth it

[avengerscompound]

The Surrogate - Chapter 7

The Surrogate:  A Clintasha Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count:  1910

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Pregnancy, Smut (MFF, bisexual threesome, oral sex, tribbing, vaginal fingering)

Synopsis: A freak end of the world incident leads to meeting your two best friends, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff.  While your friendship with the two Avengers is anything but conventional, they are your all-time favorite people.  When you find out that Clint and Natasha want to start a family but have exhausted all their options, you realize your powerset might allow you to give them what they want.  Having your best friends’ baby might seem like a good idea on paper, but when you are as close as you, Clint, and Natasha are, will doing something so intimate mean feelings get a little mixed up?

Chapter 7

To say the hormone medication you and Natasha were taking messed with your moods was putting it mildly.  Interestingly, they did affect each of you differently.  Natasha was mostly just really tired while she was on them.  It was weird seeing her like that, and much to her displeasure, Steve stopped sending her on missions because she was having trouble focusing.  She had started napping in the middle of the day, and Clint had an almost ongoing supply of heat pads that went from the microwave to Natasha and back.

You, on the other hand, were going through wild mood swings.  You weren’t easily annoyed exactly, but you would go from being extremely excitable to crying at the drop of a hat.

Clint, to his credit, was doing his best to be a supportive and caring boyfriend and friend.  He gave all the injections.  He tried not to be annoying.  He was organizing meals for both of you, even if most of the time, that meant take-out from one of three places in the nearby town.  He didn't quite know what to do when you randomly started crying, but he tried to soothe you as best he could.

Halfway through the first month and you had terrible stomach pain and decided that you were staying in bed.  Pain was usually fleeting for you, and the cramps you were suffering from just felt like more than you could handle if you also had to participate in society.

You texted Clint and Natasha to tell them how you were feeling and that you weren't coming around today, and they showed up an hour later with heat packs and a stack of chocolate chip pancakes.

“Me too,” Natasha said in lieu of a greeting, crawling into bed with you and pulling the covers over herself.

“Here you go,” Clint said, handing you the plate of pancakes.  “I’ll go warm up some heat packs for you both.”

“The chocolate helps,” Natasha said, picking one out of the pancakes and eating it.

“Probably the eggs are doing things, right?  Feels like I've been stabbed in the ovaries,” you complained as you poked your pancakes with a fork.

“Yeah, probably,” she agreed.  “Those are safe to eat, you know?  Bucky made them.”

“He did?  That's so nice of him,” you said, tearing up.  “I should do something to thank him.”

“Oh god, Nat,” Clint said, bringing in the heat packs. “I was only gone for a minute, and you managed to make her cry.”

“It’s okay,” you said.  “It was happy tears.”

Clint climbed into the bed on your other side and gave each of you heat packs.

“You both just gonna spend the day in bed with me?”  You asked.

“Sure,” Clint said.  “Thought we could watch movies and eat comfort food.”

You started crying again, and Natasha laughed softly and rubbed your back.  “Now you made her cry too,” she teased.

“Aww, babe,” Clint soothed, putting his arm around your shoulders.  “We don’t have to stay.  We thought you might like someone taking care of you.”

“I do,” you sobbed.  “You’re such good friends.”

“What?”  Clint teased.  “You’re the one that’s going to be carrying and then giving birth to a baby for us.  We’re just taking care of you while you’re not feeling well because of something you’re doing for us.”

You hid your face in his side, and Natasha rubbed your back.  “You broke her,” teased and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Stop being mean to me,” you whined, and they both started laughing as they rubbed your back soothingly.

“What nice thing can we do to make you not cry?”  Clint asked as Natasha nuzzled into your back.

You made a choked moan sound into Clint’s chest.  “Oh,” Natasha said with a playful purr in her voice.  She took the pancakes off your lap and put them on the bedside table.  “I think she wants some endorphins.”

“They said no sex,” you whined.  “Stop teasing me.”

“No, they didn’t,” Natasha said.

“Nope, they just said you can’t get jizzed in,” Clint agreed.

You started silently laughing as Natasha broke down into laughter too.  “Such an idiot, yastrebok,” Natasha teased as she ran her fingers down your neck and kissed just under your ear.

“Hey!” Clint argued.  “That’s what she said.”

“Mmm… I guess she did,” Natasha said.  “Is that what you want?”

“Don’t know,” you whined, wriggling a bit where you sat.  There were a lot of things you were feeling, pain for sure, and while that didn’t make you feel super sexy, your libido had been annoyingly high over the past few days.  If you were in a typical monogamous relationship right now, you'd be conflicted about what you wanted because you did feel bloated and in pain, but you also felt horny, and sometimes sex did help with that kind of cramping abdominal pain.  But you weren't, and you'd been trying to keep Natasha and Clint away from the romantic relationship part of your head, and every time you got physical with them, it nudged them that little bit closer to it.

“Aren't you tired and sore too?” You asked, attempting to deflect the question.

“I am,” she said, rubbing her fingers over your hips.  “But those endorphins help a lot.  Also, I end up sleeping better too.”

“Yeah, basically for a week, it's been sex and sleep and not much else with Nat,” Clint agreed.

“So if you like,” Natasha said, nosing at your neck.  “We can take care of you too.  We've never had a threesome before, and you know you enjoy it with us.”

You whined again and shook your legs out.

“Don't sound too excited,” Clint laughed.  “Babe, you don't have to.  It’s an offer.  Not a demand.”

“I want to,” you admitted.  “I just hurt.”

“I can start, and if you don't like it, we can stop, and you can finish your pancakes while we marathon Brooklyn 99,” Natasha said. “We just want you to be as relaxed and comfortable as you can be.”

You chewed your bottom lip and nodded.  You weren’t sure if this was a good idea, but you had started not to care at all.

“Come here,” Clint said, pulling you so that you were sitting between his legs with your back pressed against his chest.  He ran his hands up under your sleep shirt and began to massage your breasts slowly.  His calloused hands kneaded your soft flesh, sending a dull ache out through you.  You closed your eyes and let your head fall back on Clint’s shoulder as Natasha moved between your legs.

She spread them and pulled your pajama pants down and off.  Clint hooked his legs under yours, holding them apart and lifted your sleep shirt off over your head. She slowly teased her way up the insides of your thighs, kissing your soft skin as she moved her way up.  You almost vibrated in anticipation.  Your cunt dripped, and your skin buzzed.

Clint kissed your neck and massaged your breasts.  His scruff tickled your skin, and you could feel the start of his erection press against your back.  Natasha’s tongue ran up your cunt, spreading your lips as she lapped wide from your entrance to your clit.

“Fuck…” you sighed, lifting your hips a little.  Natasha hummed and pushed two fingers inside you.  You moaned loudly and bucked your hips, rocking them against Natasha’s face.

“She’s good with her hands, isn’t she?” Clint purred against your ear.

“Mmm…” you moaned as Natasha curled her fingers inside you, dragging them over your internal walls.  “Yes, she is.”

“I like to thank her when she takes care of me,” Clint whispered against your ear.  The mixture of the hot breath on your neck and the words he was speaking sent a shiver through you and made your legs start to tremble.  “Maybe you should too.”

Natasha’s fingers touched down on that special spot inside you, and you bucked up suddenly and cried out as a jolt of pleasure surged through you.  “Fuck!” You gasped.  “Fuck, thank you, Nat.”

She hummed and started sucking on your clit.  Her fingers worked inside you, pressing and dragging over your g-spot again and again.  Clint continued to massage your breasts, and a hot current swirled through you.  It met in your core and pressed down inside you.  You began to rock your cunt against Natasha’s face.  “Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Nat…” you babbled, as your orgasm built and teetered right on the bring.

Natasha sucked your clit into her mouth and pressed her lips down on it as she twisted her wrist.  Her knuckles dug into your g-spot, and you came, crying out and arching away from Clint as it coursed through you.

Natasha sat back and grabbed your legs, pulling you down onto the mattress. She began to undress as Clint got to his knees and pulled out his cock. You grabbed his hips, pulling him close and licking up the underside of his cock, collecting up the precum that had leaked down his shaft.  Natasha tangled her legs with yours, bringing her cunt up and pressing it against yours, and began to grind them together.  You were both so wet they slid easily against each other.  Clint gently rolled his hips, so that as you sucked on his cock, he every so slightly fucked your mouth.  He reached down between your legs, and as you and Natasha ground your cunts together, he began to play with your clits.  Rubbing them.  Pinching them.  Circling his fingers in tighter and tighter circles.

The room began to fill with the sounds of your combined moans and panting and whimpers.  Your whole body buzzed, and a sheen of sweat clung to your skin as you rapidly rolled your hips and bobbed your head up and down on Clint’s cock.  Natasha’s muscles flexed and tightened as her moans got louder.  You felt another orgasm building, and you could tell Natasha was close too.  Her hips moved more erratically, and her legs shook.  Clint focused his fingers on her clit, rubbing it hard, and with a loud moan, she threw her head back and came.

Clint’s fingers moved to you, and he rapidly fingers your clit, trying to bring you along with her, and as the last of her orgasm shuddered through her, yours hit.  You let go of Clint’s cock and cried out your head falling back.  Clint pumped his cock, and even as you were still quaking from your own orgasm, he came, releasing in thick ropes on your chest.

“How’s that?  Feel any better?”  Natasha asked as she grabbed a tissue and began to clean you up.

“Mmm…” you hummed as you lay back on the pillow.  The cramping had eased off, and you had that warm, post-orgasm afterglow.  “Much better.  Sleepy.”

“Yeah, me too,” she said, tossing the tissues in the trash and curling up next to you.

“If you both go to sleep, I’m gonna watch Die Hard and eat these pancakes,” Clint said.

“Can you get Bucky to make me fresh ones when I wake up?”  You asked as you pulled the covers over you and Natasha.

Clint laughed.  “I guess I can ask.”

“Okay, you eat ‘em,” you said and closed your eyes.

Clint laughed and turned on the TV, and the opening sequence of Die Hard was playing as you drifted off to sleep in Natasha’s arms.

// NEXT

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oh boy i sure did write many words in 2020

Hi! I am copying people due to i want to.  This is a lil (well... 63) round up of all the fics I wrote this year! Cos i’m very evil @ myself and writing fic and think i’m either not doing enough, or not doing it good enough, so i wanna full list of what I actually did so I can see my own accomplishments and can maybe... clap 4 myself for once. And honestly writing has helped MASSIVELY with my depression so.. that’s a bonus. 

ALSO. this is a big huge thankyou to everyone! I only joined here + started writing in august and you’ve all been so so nice and welcoming and supportive  <333 ;_; and I know they say write for yourself... but honestly peoples comments and excitement about my stuff has just been really, really lovely and I would never have written this much without all of you cheering me on<3. 

so here is a list of everything i’ve written, organised by length and everything, so if you find yourself bored over the holidays... have a lil browse. (Sorry if u are on mobile and this doesn’t show as a read more) 

Chaptered:

Can we try again? series (M) Complete - 35k  - “Yeah, Phil. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Dan answers, softer than he’d wanted because he already knows what he’s about to do next.(or Dan doesn't turn up in 2009 and bumps into Phil 11 years later at a youtube convention 2. I like cupcakes, especially the gay variety (M) Complete - 30k - Firstly, Dan was 29. How was that a mature student?Secondly, his actual book was on the university fucking syllabus.(or the one in which Dan tries university again in a desperate attempt to prolong his procrastination, and his lecturer Phil is apparently something of a fan) 3. 7 Letters series (M) Complete - 9k - Your penpal can be the person you live with, actually. 4. There's Beans in Here (T) Complete - 2k - Phil has his wisdom teeth removed; Phil says many questionable things. 5. Roadtrip (E) Complete - 8k - “Exactly. I am right, as always.”“As always.” Dan agrees.Series 6. night shift, please (E) Wip - 27k I PROMISE THIS WILL COME BACK IN 2021 - Ten years and he’ll never get over how early he has to get up sometimes. In all honesty he prefers the night shift. 7. Still Not Calling it Fate (M) Wip - 14k - It’s become a bit of a thing, a bit of a thing that everyone he crosses paths with takes the piss out of him for 8. when i met you, a blue rush began (M) Complete - 5k - They end up in a small restaurant overlooking the sea, everything here is so blue. The sky, the sea, Phil’s eyes, the shirt he’s wearing buttoned up all the way to the top. 9. Luggage Tags (E) Complete - 2.5k - Just because it looks like your suitcase, it doesn't necessarily mean that it is. 10. Demon in the sack (E) Complete - 2.5k - Dan’s leg jiggles beneath his desk, knee hitting the table as he tries to force himself to hang up and ring the number he was supposed to ring— he doesn’t, he can’t. Long ( for me) oneshots (3k+) 11. Electronics and the Phil's who break them (M) Complete - 9k - The first time’s an accident, a proper accident— a Phil forgot how to hold his cup and now he’s watching his coffee seep into his keyboard type accident. 12. A Letter of Specifics (T) Complete - 4k - You'll know it's your soulmate because no one else on earth could be doing what they're doing. 13. The Benefits of A Weak Floor (M) Complete - 4k - He quite literally falls through Dan’s ceiling. 14. 10:35 on a Thursday (E) Complete -  3.7k - He’s tapping his pen against the paper, acting as though he isn’t asking Phil to take a sex quiz at 10:35am on a Thursday morning. 15. 2009, catboys (T) Complete - 3.2k - “You have your own ears, can’t have four.”“Why?” 16. Wrong Room (T) Complete - 3k - “Congratulations!’’ And he was expecting to hear a cry, or at least his mother telling him to be quiet because a certain baby was sleeping. Instead he heard the deep clear of a throat, a rustling of sheets. 2k-3k oneshots 17. Dinner with a stranger (T) Complete - 2.5k - @amazingphl hi! second year of doing this, sooo if anyone has nowhere to go for Christmas dinner I am once again offering..my flat (and by extension me) ;oSeries 18. Easy Lover (M) Complete - 2.4k - ''Yeah. We're always fine.'' It was always fine. It was always easy, despite always behind hard. 19. Cold Season (M) Complete - 2k - Dan is ill, insatiable and another word beginning with I. 1k-2k oneshots 20. Morose men on rooftops (T) Complete - 1.9k - “Dunno, maybe chatting up morose men on roofs is my thing.” He laughs, and it’s a nice noise. 21. Love with tongues of fire (T) Complete - 1.7k - So when Dan waltzed into the room, declaring his hunger Phil thought nothing of it. Just another night for another takeaway. 22. Your Rocks are my Rocks (T) Complete - 1.7k - Phil wants a new rock for Norman, Dan wants a peaceful life. 23. Joint Content (M) Complete - 1.6k - It started of a as a joke— a Joint Content joke. 24. 24/7 Fantasies (M) Complete - 1.5k - He thinks about Dan 24/7, constantly in two separate fantasies 25. A Conversation in Multiple Hallways (T) Complete - 1.5k - You're still here then? 26. Sharing Space (T) Complete - 1.5k - It's 2010 and dan has had a day. 27. The Obvious (T) Complete - 1.5k - "Can I use that?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, already scrawling it beneath the only three words he currently has— I love you. 28. I'm Thinking of Ending Things (T) Complete - 1.5k - Dan hears half a conversation, jumps to one whole conclusion. 29. Love Language of the Tactile (T) Complete - 1.4k - “I’m just— that’s a hypothetical.” Dan leans in this time, takes the touches that Phil always so freely gives away. “Can’t kiss in secret rooms if I leave.” 30. Don't Let the Self-Doubt Ruin You (T) Complete - 1.3k - “I’m here.” “Yeah, you’re here.” 31. Conflict Resolution (T) Complete - 1.3k - Following recent events we’ve decided it best we take a combative approach to your current workplace issues, we have booked you into a conflict resolution class this Thursday afternoon - we will not be paying you to attend. 32. when it comes to love (i want a slow hand) (E) Complete - 1.2k - And there it is, the refusal of anything in return. This is just for Dan and it always will be. 33. You're Still The one (T) Complete - 1.1k - “What’re you thinking about?” “You.” 34. Teach Me, Dad. (T) Complete - 1k - "Do you think I could be the next Mozart?” 35. The Logistics of a Clone (M) Complete - 1k - “I don’t think that’s a clone, though, like maybe more of a Doppelgänger.” Dan doesn’t know why they’re delving so deep into this, why he’s so damn bothered about being right. “It’s just literally you.” 36. All's fair in Love and Monopoly (T) Complete - 1k - Phil does not play by the rules, Dan lets him win anyway. Under 1k oneshots 37. Hide out in your heart (E)  Complete - 0.9k - The second time Dan comes to visit it’s different. 38. Oh, there you are. (G) Complete - 0.9k - So after all this, after everything, he doesn’t think anything of it when someone else slips into his dms. 39. The Boy has Attitude (T) Complete - 0.9k - “You didn’t tell me you looked like this.”“Like what?”“This!” Phil’s waving a physical copy of the magazine in his face— so that’s where he’d been. 40. Hairties (and how not to use them) (M) Complete - 0.8k - “Why would you do that? Let us settle in, nice and slow and— gently does it.” 41. The Second Apartment. (T) Complete - 0.8k - It’s a stop-gap apartment, a we’re going to get our forever home after this. 42. Japan, 2019. (G) Complete - 0.8k - NO summary, just an obviously I was going to write this after phil's post 43. Doting Man (T) Complete - 0.7k - They’re both drunk, Phil more so— definitely more so.Series 44.  Imposter (T) Complete - 0.7k - Among us is.. a bastard. 45. Ratemyprofessors.com (M) Complete - 0.7k - ‘Maybe if that Phil bloke from the English dep he’s always staring at fucked him he’d stop being so uptight’ 46. Failed Attempts (T) Complete - 0.7k - Dan enlists the help of Phil for his latest Instagram. 47. Bonus Prize (M) Complete - 0.7k - Phil Trash Number One 48. Feels like home (G) Complete - 0.7k - Home is where the Phil is. 49. We can make Forever work (T) Complete - 0.7k - It’s a moment of realising forever may sound too much to people, but we’ll get through everything together— we don’t have any other choice. 50. Scene in the Kitchen (T) Complete - 0.7k - New place 51. 4'11 (T) Complete - 0.6k - Dan is baby 52. Pillow Imprints (T) Complete - 0.6k - Dan is a menace, and Phil loves him anyway. 53. Parachute Jacket (T) Complete - 0.5k - Dan thinks Phil is obsessed with them Those few times I thougt I was goddamn Ri**ard S*ken 54. Home (G) Complete - 0.7k - It’s their forever home, because their actual forever lives inside of it. 55. secrets spoken in empty rooms (T) Complete - 1k - So he wants to be the same, but he wants Dan more. 56. Separately Together  (T) Complete - 0.9k - Phil’s soft hands and even softer words. It gets harder to leave. Gets to the point where Dan turns off an alarm just so he misses the train. 57. It's not hard to fall (T) Complete - 0.7k - Still a little bit of your words I long to hear Some more Epistolary (apart from 7 letters)  58. A Play in One Act (T) Complete - 1.1k - [Manchester Piccadilly train-station, midday, October 19th, 2009.] 59. R/AITA (T) Complete - 0.8k - AM I THE ASSHOLE FOR MAKING MY BOYFRIEND BE A WORM?Series 60. Lonely Hearts (T) Complete - 1.8k - I will not say you were crying on the tube (out of politeness) 61. Conversations of the Lazy Kind (T) Complete - 1k - eggs? wot? Smells like eggs