#his large body would be an actual heater and everything

[hello7soone]

i woke up to the sound of rain omggg 🥺🌧🤍💕🎀🤍

[lila-lou]

✨Hot water bottle✨

Summary: You're pregnant and Dean feels like he's letting you down.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Cas x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1147

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

You tiredly pushed your hair out of your face before carefully pulling the blanket off your body and slowly getting out of bed. Your back cracked dully as you stood upright in the room. Your hand went straight to your lower back as a muffled moan escaped you. Your whole body ached and it was almost unbearable, even though you were only seven months pregnant. You still had two months to go and every single one of your muscles was already giving out.

Your eyes wandered to your phone on the nightstand. It was only 3am and the fourth time you had woken up with baby Dean practicing hunting with your bladder. You somehow sluggishly dragged yourself to the bathroom. A few minutes passed before you finally found the strength to get up from the toilet. After washing your hands, you actually wanted to go back to bed, but Castiel, who was sitting at the kitchen table, researching a new case, caught your attention.

“This is the fourth time in 3 hours (y/n). Are you sure you don’t have a bladder infection?”, Cas asked bluntly. He didn't even have to turn around to know you were awake. To get to Dean's room you had to pass through the kitchen, so you paid him a quick visit to answer him.

“Cas, I’m pregnant”, you murmur, looking over his shoulder. “You’re in pain. I can feel that. I can help you”, he replied without taking his eyes off the large book in front of him.

“That's really nice of you, but less than two hours later my back would definitely kill me again. I guess that’s normal”, you sighed before sinking onto the bench next to him. Seconds later, Cas placed a hand on your lower back, still not looking at you. Since your shirt rode up when you sat down, he was able to make direct skin-to-skin contact without much effort. Just as you were about to ask what the hell he was doing, you felt a pleasant warmth radiate from your back throughout your entire body. “Ugh… better than any hot water bottle”, you moaned quietly. "Thanks, Cas".

He didn't answer, but kept his hand in place for a while. Minutes passed before you heard someone enter the kitchen.

"What's going on here?", Dean asked, standing in the doorway with heavy eyes only half open. “Cas! What the hell are you doing?!". His tone was a mix of confusion and tiredness. However, you were also pretty sure you heard an undertone of annoyance. Ever since you were pregnant, Dean had been even more anxious than ever to protect you. He knew that Cas would never do anything that could hurt you, quite the opposite. Cas was the first to find out that you were pregnant. Even before yourself. Since then, he has done everything he can, to support you. Still, Dean couldn't suppress his jealousy well. It wasn't that he doubted your or Cas' feelings or intentions, but rather that he felt unnecessary. Cas could do so much better at many things with his powers and help faster than Dean that he was just afraid of disappointing you.

“(y/n) has a back pain”, Cas finally looked up from his book. “His hand is like a heater”, you added, smiling softly at your boyfriend. Dean inhaled sharply and rubbed his face before walking towards you. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I could have just made you a hot water bottle”, he gently ran his large hand through your hair. His expression was now more concerned than angry. Dean didn’t like how the pregnancy was affecting you at all. You struggled with morning sickness for much longer than most women. Your back pain started much earlier and was much more intense. Not to mention your constant tiredness. And that wasn't even half of your complaints. "I didn´t want to wake you up. You came home so late from hunting”, you admitted, leaning against his stomach. “You can always wake me up baby”, he kissed the top of your head, causing Cas to pull his hand away.

“Come back to bed”, Dean murmured into your hair, gently pulling you to your feet by your hand. As you yawned and rubbed your eyes tiredly, he picked you up without further ado and went back to his room with you in his arms. “Knowing you, you´ll trip and break a leg”, he said amused as you looked at him, surprised that he was carrying you.

“You’re the best”, you whispered against his chest, a slight grin on your lips. Dean looked down at you briefly, pulling in his bottom lip thoughtfully.

"What is wrong?", you traced the contours of his bare chest. He didn't answer, just shook his head slightly. “Dean”, you admonished him, sliding your hand to his neck.

"I hate not being able to help you like Cas", he grumbled, lightly pushing open the door to his room with his foot. "I knocked you up but Cas is taking better care of you than I ever will".

While your eyes were on Dean's face, he purposely looked away. Despite the fact that you had been together for so many months, it was still incredibly difficult for Dean to be vulnerable with you. As he gently laid you down on the bed, you grabbed his hand and made him look at you. “That’s not true Dean”, you whispered, pulling him closer again. “You take great care of me. I don't miss anything and you´re already the best dad I could wish for our Baby. Yes, Cas is helping me and I'm really grateful to him, but he'll never be able to replace you".

You hadn't finished your statement when Dean took his hand away from you and raised both arms slightly in desperation. “No matter what I do, he does it better. Let's just take your back pain. My stupid hot water bottle can't keep up with his magical heater hands".

As Dean whirled around for a few more minutes, you couldn't help but smile slightly. At some point, however, you had to stop his little outburst. “Could it be that your ego is a little bruised?”. You raised an eyebrow.

Dean narrowed his eyes slightly. "Of course it fucking is!". He admitted without thinking too much about it. He sank on the bed next to you, feeling a little depressed. “I want to be a good dad, but I want to be a damn good Boyfriend even more”, he murmured.

A soft smile crept on your lips as you pulled his face towards you with both hands. “You already are. I promise”, you gave him a quick kiss. “And there’s one thing in particular that you’re much better at than everyone else”.

Your smile turned into a smirk.

Dean raised an eyebrow. “And that would be?”, he asked challengingly.

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Chapter 31

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none :))

Words: 3594

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The pack members wished they could say the night was peaceful, but unfortunately that wasn't the case.

Everything was okay in the beginning; the alphas only occasionally moved into more comfortable positions, but with the pack warmth and you close by, they slept mostly peacefully.

You were closely held by Jimin, his soft hands keeping you close to his chest as he slept, unconsciously having his cheek caress the crook of your neck, scenting you.

Jungkook too kept you close, soft rumbles leaving his chest, as if his unconsciousness were telling him to lullaby you to a better rest.

Even though the living room wasn't as well heated as any of the other rooms, the place was quite large and open, so even when the heaters were turned on full blast by the alphas for you in an attempt to keep you warmer, it wasn't as good as they wanted.

But even then, you were warm and toasty, with all of the naturally warmer bodies keeping you safely tucked away and comfortable.

It was just after two a.m. when your eyes fluttered open, and your body was still a bit tired. A small yawn left you, your mind still hazy and sleepy.

Then you heard it. The creaking that sent you to a much more awake state, with your eyes snapping open wider.

It was quite distant, coming from much further into the house. Were you imagining things? The sound came from behind Jin, or did it?

You went to sit up, but with how closely all of the alphas held you, you couldn't really move either. And so, as a most natural reaction to your distress, a soft whine left you in hopes of getting some help.

Even when the packmembers slept visibly peacefully, though considering some of the fully cramped-up positions, it was weird, it didn't mean they were truly unaware.

It was a normal thing for many alphas to be actually, deeply asleep during only minimal times. While it was very common for omegas to sleep over 10 hours a day, healthy alphas would get around with much less time and could fully function with only about 4 or 3.

And even if they went to sleep early, most usually for their omega's sake, the lower-ranking packmate would probably be too in distress to truly sleep on their own; they would stay in a more lucid state.

And so, when the softest whine left you, the pack members were awake right away.

The first to shoot up was Namjoon, the packalpha turning to look over you, on high alert as if he was expecting you to be under attack.

Jungkook woke up only a second later, and Yoongi and Jin also rose up to look over what was causing you distress.

„Babybun? What's wrong? Alpha is right here,” the youngest whispered first, pulling you closer to his chest, having Jimin grumble softly.

„Pup? Pup, what is it? What's wrong?” Namjoon asked next, crawling over as carefully as possible.

When he felt a bump under his knee and Taehyung shot up, a light rumble leaving the young alpha's chest, he realised he wasn't so lucky as he stepped on the alpha.

„What the fuck hyung—seriously!" The younger alpha said, his angry voice only unsettling you more. While Tae still pretty much whispered, you were too far in your mind with the spook you got earlier and heard well enough.

„Sorry Tae-ah. Come to alpha, little baby." The packalpha didn't mind the younger for too long, choosing to pay attention to you. The way you closely gripped both of the lambs made him a little nervous.

Namjoon took you into his arms, quietly grabbing you from both Jimin's and Jungkook's arms. The older man now awake when he felt you being taken from him, having his eyes shot open.

„Yah, yah! That's my-” The young alpha's naturally well-hidden satoori accent showing, his voice much gruffer and harsh from the sudden awakening.

„It's just me, Jiminnie." Namjoon sighed softly, gently coaxing you closer as your arms wrapped around the packalpha's neck, your hands taking his t-shirt into your little fists.

„Come here, pup, tell alpha what's wrong, hm?” He asked, sitting back down in the middle of the rustled up duvet, all of the packmembers eventually sitting up, some of them still tired and yawny.

You didn't really answer; only a soft whine left you again, suddenly worried. Has someone broken in? That was a terrifying thought.

„Kitty? Come on, tell alphas what's wrong so they can fix it. You still need to sleep, little kitten." Yoongi murmured, leaning closer to gently cup your cheeks, kissing your forehead sweetly.

The alpha wanted you to sleep enough for tomorrow so you wouldn't have to nap in Hybe again, if you would go with them.

He could only imagine how unsettling and uncomfortable it would be for you to see the unknown place and then have to sleep there too.

Yoongi wanted to sleep some more himself too, though you were more important. He wouldn't like being woken up so suddenly during the night by anyone else but you, that was for sure. You were an exception; he would sacrifice all the sleep for you.

After a few soft coaxings from the packmembers, you mumbled about the eery noise you heard a few minutes ago, soon tucking your face deep into Namjoon's neck, where his scent gland was.

The packalpha sighed softly, leaning down to peck the top of your head a few times, his hands gently caressing your sides and back as he held you close.

The alphas would wake up if someone actually broke in; it didn't matter if your sweet scent was close to them, lightly clouding over their perception; they would always notice a new scent in the house.

„Silly cub, there is no one here peaches. Alphas would know, sweet baby." The eldest sighed, his softer side coming out as he came closer to his packalpha, leaning closer to kiss your temple himself.

„Bu-But the n-noise, oppa...” You mumbled, resting your head sideways on Namjoon's collarbone, looking at Jin with teary eyes.

At the soft look you gave him, the eldest couldn't help but coo at you, pecking your forehead repeatedly, his fingers combing through your hair.

„It was probably just the house sunshine. It's all okay." Hoseok smiled at you gently, his ruffled-up hair wild, just like everyone elses.

„B-But-” You went to tell them that someone was for sure inside, before you were gently cut off, your worries tucked away.

„Little kitty, you know alphas will always protect you, right?” You nodded a little, your fingers tightening the grip on Namjoon's t-shirt. Yoongi sighed softly, smiling at you.

„Why would alphas lie about anyone being here then? We would never put our little 'mega in danger, my sweet baby kitty." He said gently, your cheeks once again held in his palms.

You didn't really respond, tucking yourself back as close as possible to the packalpha's warmth, the man returning the gesture.

„How about alphas go check babycheeks? Would that make you feel better?” Taehyung asked softly, his gaze gentle as he noticed how unnaturally unsettled your scent still was.

They would do anything you might need and wish for if it meant that you would feel more comfortable and settled, ready to go back to rest.

Seeing the tiny nod, you heard them start to shuffle up, Namjoon gently pecking your temple again before he went to place you into Jin's awaiting embrace.

A distressed whine left you once again, not realising that you were about to be pampered, thinking the packalpha was only about to put you back down to be on your own.

„It's okay, pup, it's okay. Stay with Jin Hyung for a little bit, okay? Alpha will go look himself to make sure his little 'mega is safe and secure.”

Namjoon was quick to calm you down, gently caressing your sides before Jin finally took you into his arms, the alpha's cheek and chin rubbing over the top of your head.

A warm, orange light went over the room, Jimin standing next to the lamp as he ran his fingers through his hair, more lights turning on as a few of the alphas got up from the makeshift den to look around the house.

You were left with the eldest and the other alpha that came back soon after, both of them gently holding you close as they scented you carefully.

„There, there, baby princess. 's all good now. Alpha's are here." Jimin whispered softly, holding your hand and occasionally squeezing it in response to your grip.

„Do you want to drink something cub? ...Here baby, drink up." Jin gently said, reaching over to the water they prepared earlier that evening.

The eldest didn't let go of the water bottle, opening it and carefully tipping it to your lips, letting his natural instincts take over.

It took only a small while for the packmembers to go through the whole house, checking every room not only for an unknown scent but for anyone too.

Jungkook even went to check the outside pool. The night was cold, but he made quick work, shuffling over the snowy backyard in his slippers.

When he didn't see, hear, or sense anyone, the youngest made a quick round around the entire outside property, looking into the garage last, though apart from their nicely parked cars, there wasn't anything to look at.

With wide yawns and nothing to worry about, the alphas soon came back to the living room, seeing you get coddled and held closely by both Jin and Jimin, setting a smile on each of their faces.

„It's all okay, kitten. Come on, let's get you to bed now." Yoongi whispered, taking you into his own arms, before he went back over to the warm duvet and covers you slept under earlier.

He would definitely get too warm during the night, but he couldn't care less, spooning you gently as he scented you quickly himself.

It didn't matter that there was actually no one in their home; you were still quite distressed and scared, so keeping you safely tucked in his arms felt like the best medicine.

The other pack members followed soon after, your other side taken by Hobi, having the youngest three grumble and complain about wanting to rest with you tonight.

When you went to move to go to them, both Hoseok and Yoongi pulled you right back, letting you know that they were in fact making it up and that they would get to sleep with you sooner or later.

„You didn't have to worry about a thing now,” Hoseok said softly, „alphas are here now to take care of everything sweet sunny-bub. You don't have to worry about a thing, alphas will take care of their little 'mega...”

The other alphas didn't take much longer before they laid back into the now a bit rustled nest, all of them a little tired and sleepy.

With you falling asleep first, Namjoon was the last to stay awake, the packalpha seemingly peacefully resting, though he was basically awake for the next hour or two, carefully listening in for any sounds or noises.

When he didn't hear anything for a while, he went to sleep himself, making sure to keep his entire pack and mostly you safe.

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Jin was the first to wake up the upcoming morning. A distant ringing sound from one of their phones woke him from his slumber.

The eldest sat up, blinking his sleep away as he stumbled up, climbing off of the couch, and going to the kitchen, where one of his younger packmates phones rang it's usual morning alarm.

It was only 6:00, but still Jin decided that he shouldn't go back to sleep or he would seriously not get up on time. He was too tempted to stay and cuddle and scent you all day long.

It sounded like a dream, having you in his arms to look over and keep close, maybe watch a movie too. He would then spoil you with some delicious lunch and snacks, and maybe, if you wanted to, he would go out with you too.

The alpha would then take you around some of his favourite stores, maybe go to a restaurant he bought a few years ago, or go to a candy shop to buy you sweets and snacks to munch on.

There was an American candy store in the middle of the city, the eldest thought, and while it was for sure crazy, overpriced, and definitely far from healthy, he should definitely take you sometimes.

He heard people saying online, that America has a lot of different candies compared them, and a lot of them are even available for omegas.

While Korea, of course, had a lot of snacks available on full shelves in pretty much all convenience stores, not all of them were available for the softest ones.

Jin never paid these things too much attention, usually passing over the different sections labelled as 'Alphas and Betas only', not really thinking about the things.

As an alpha, a lot of things were fully available and safe for him, and while it was a great privilege he was well aware of, he only now realised the severity of it.

Gosh, you couldn't even drink dumb juice! And what stuck to him more was how the overall market made money on these instances.

The eldest was used to buying mostly healthy things since they had to stick closely to their diets over the years, but from time to time they would buy a bag of chips or two.

There were times when their diets were more strict, and they were held to high standards, but now that they are more known internationally, the sometimes unreasonable beauty standards don't have to be followed so much anymore.

The fans they gained over the years were sweet and loved them even if they ate kale or not, and whenever someone would harshly point out unreasonably said "weight gain", the packmembers had over time realised, that such people just didn't matter to them, and weren't they true fans.

Now that they had you to fully take care of, protect, feed, and warm up, they also had to watch over all of the products available in the house.

You could get hungry any time of the day, go and get some food from the fridge, and not check if it was okay for your tummy—and suddenly, you would become sick.

The eldest realised this well and started taking more precautions, telling his younger packmembers that they should eat the things that wouldn't be safe for you soon, preferably when you wouldn't really see them.

Truth be told, he was pretty sure not even himself would be able to hold back and tell you no, especially if you would ask so sweetly and cutely for a bite or two of whatever he was having.

And when he and Hoseok went to get the groceries, Jin made sure to very carefully read and check every label twice, having to make sure it was all okay for omegas.

He even had to ask an employee when he wasn't sure about the almond milk he wanted to get; the label was unclear as it stated:

For those in need of a refreshing alternative to traditional cow's milk, this creamy and delicious almond milk is just the thing.

Crafted from natural and organic almonds, this milk is a great source of vitamin E, zinc, and calcium.

With 7g of protein and only 3g of sugar per serving, it's the perfect choice for those seeking an energy boost without the added calories. Whether you're a coffee aficionado or simply need a glass of almond milk to start your day, this high-quality milk is the perfect choice.

Note: This milk contains almonds, which may be unsafe for some individuals. Please consult with a healthcare professional or your omega's dietitian before consuming.

In the end, Jin chose a more high-end brand; the carton cost almost three times the price he would normally pay. This one was truly omega-safe, though, as the almonds were treated during production, making it much safer.

It wasn't just the almond milk that was more unusually pricey, though they were lucky enough to not have to worry about the expenses.

Some things, like the vegetables and fruits, were basically the same; he and Hobi only made sure to pay extra attention to choosing the pretty ripe ones.

But things like yoghurt, eggs, meat, and cheese, among other things, had to be very carefully checked over by the two.

Plus, while for the alphas and betas there were quite many options to choose from, he also noticed that for omegas there were oftentimes only one or two.

What if you didn't like the bacon they bought for you? It might even be seasoned, though he never really saw that happen, or what if you preferred the flavoured yoghurts over the usual ones?

They could be a little sour on the tongue, and Jin was sure you would much rather have a sweet one; your sweet tooth was obvious. They could always make it better with honey...

The eldest sighed softly, starting to prepare the breakfast as quietly as possible. The alpha wanted to check and see if you would like some of the brands they chose since they never really tried them, seemingly as an unreasonable expense in most cases.

He decided to make a variety of smaller dishes so everyone would get to choose whichever they would like the best, but still, it wouldn't be too much for there to be too many leftovers.

Jin started with preparing the waffle batter; since it would need to proof for some time, he made quick work, setting the mixture into a warmed-up oven to rise.

The eldest then continued on other things, washing the rice well before he placed it in the rice cooker, boiling eggs, and frying pork belly and bacon.

While he was in the middle of the breakfast preparations, more and more of the packmates started to rise up, ending with only you, Jimin, and Yoongi in the nest still, both of the alphas holding you close.

The younger woke up with the others, but as soon as Hobi got up to help himself, he quickly crawled back under the very warm covers, taking his spot.

Jimin just couldn't help it; it was so comfortable to be in bed with you; your state of sweet slumber was cute and warm, and he wanted to savour it for a while longer.

It was a while after 6:30 when Taehyung came over to gently have them get up; some of the foods were already prepared, as the younger alphas helped.

Tae knew that waking up the oldest wouldn't be a wise idea, and so instead he chose to shake Jimin's shoulder quietly, mumbling about how he should wake up.

When he got only a mumbled out: „Get lost...“ In a heavy satoori accent, he clicked his teeth, realising well that the alpha just didn't want to get up due to the pure comfort.

„Hyung! Aish... Babycheeks, baby, come to alpha now; it's time to eat." He whispered gently, carefully pulling the comforter from being tightly tucked around your neck and chin, his fingers running through your hair.

Your eyes fluttered open, the difference in temperature was very noticeable. You were met with a brightly smiling Taehyung, the man leaning over to gently peck your temple.

„Hm? Is my 'mega still sleepy? Come on up now, babycheeks; you can go back to sleep after you eat a little baby." He said softly, caressing your hair.

It was very comfortable where you layed at the moment, both of the packmembers keeping you very warm and secure, their hands gently reminding you of their presence.

To be truthful, you didn't really want to get up, you realised, and so you just tucked your face right under Jimin's chin, the still-not-truly awakened alpha pulling you closer.

Taehyung went to sigh and speak again when Yoongi shuffled up slowly. The older man looked over how you were gently tucked away in Jimin's chest, pursing his lips.

„It's fine, Tae-ah. They can sleep some more and eat later." He whispered, his voice heavy and gruff from sleep. The alpha leaned over, pecking your head before he sat up fully, tucking the duvet to you and climbing out himself.

Taehyung soon followed, letting his lips gently cast against your cheek before he went to the kitchen himself.

Namjoon looked up from where he sat, a coffee mug before him. The man had already changed and was almost ready to leave after his breakfast.

„They are still sleeping? He asked gently, his eyes soft at the thought of you being too tired to get up yet. The packalpha wasn't too sleepy, used to not sleeping for too long.

Taehyung hummed quietly, taking a seat at his usual spot himself and having Namjoon stand up from his chair and start preparing him a dish of whatever he would point to and tell him he would like to have.

„That's okay, Jimin-ah is staying home today anyways... He can stay with little pup and have a lazy day; it's alright. It won't do neither of them any harm, especially after the rough night.”

„Yeah, bunbun was pretty freaked out earlier... But I really didn't see or smell anyone, so I think it was really just the house or something."

Jungkook said, coming over with a black towel around his neck and taking a large gulp of water before he sat down himself.

He was just after his short morning workout; the youngest preferred to hit the gym later in the day.

Namjoon hummed in answer, agreeing, as he served the youngest a plate too. Jungkook thanked him quietly, quickly going to bite into his meal.

„I think so too... I'll have to talk with Y/N later about the programs, she has to choose soon... I already called a few of the teachers, and they will let her enter, hopefully it will all go well...”

The packalpha followed, sighing. He had his MacBook in front of him, an opened word document with a selection of links for the online schooling programs you could choose from.

Hopefully, everything would go okay.

After all, they would stay and stick by you in any case and so, everything would truly be okay in the end.

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[malusrecord]

During the winter months Stanford had the habit of heating the shack via largely unconventional means---because why use a regular heater when you can do science instead? Or just put on more clothes. Ford is a man who usually doesn't mind the cold because he runs warm and; owing to the fringes/outskirts that his research leads him to, the depths of concentration that he gets swept up in and neglectful of his health and general well-being as a result, etc, his threshold of what he considers 'freezing' is kinda all over the place.

These odd habits of his escalated during what he remembers as the final winter---the weeks (with the nights being the worst although everything eventually blended together) leading up to him desperately contacting Stanley for help and where Ford's paranoia and other disturbances were at their highest, both real and imagined. But mostly real.

During this unbearably long stretch of time Ford kept lights on out of desperation (darkness was a trap, a risk, an invitation) and he generally kept any area of the shack he was holed up in as brightly lit as his senses could handle until bulbs and whatever else blew and he had to seek alternative light sources. (Again, science.)

Heat within the shack during this time was all but non-existent because heat---no matter how brief and regardless of actual temperature compared to the temperature outside---would coax him towards sleep and he was desperately afraid of sleeping because sleep, much like the encroaching darkness, was a trap all its own and one that Ford avoided at all costs. At most he never took off his boots or coat but that was about it in regards to him remembering that he needed to retain some body heat.

This was the point in time where his habits regarding self care and regulation both saved and hindered his life and it's also something he fell back on (not to mention expanded on) during his years in the multiverse after the portal incident.

[the-blackholeus]

Heilwald's Doctors with their s/o Headcanons

Dr. Hauser

Dr. Hauser is a very attentive and loving boyfriend.

He will gladly share all the knowledge that he has carefully obtained over the years, knowing fully well that he can trust his dearest s/o with his life.

He loves cuddle on the couch with them, covering both of their bodies with a thick, large blanket, reading a book, or simply talking about whatever that comes to their minds.

He will share his love for cats with them and take them to the Heilwald Park to feed the strays that have been caught in Joseph Randolph’s loophole. If his s/o is allergic though, he’ll make sure to properly clean himself and his clothes, so they won’t have to suffer.

If his s/o is feeling unwell, he will do everything to make them feel better. He’d even leave the attic to go get them some medicine despite the danger of running into Dr. Randolph or Wolfram. Oh, the things he does for his dearest.

Can easily give them a piggyback ride if they want to. He is incredibly strong, so no matter how tall his s/o is or how much they weigh, it’ll always be a piece of cake to carry them around. Only because he’s an old man with a cane doesn’t mean he isn’t strong.

He is a surprisingly good cook. He forced himself to learn how to make food for himself since Chef Sauer’s muck is too disgusting to eat, and he would never force his s/o to endure that vile Fleischsuppe. He’d rather give them the rats the cats bring him sometimes.

Arguments with Hauser aren't even that rare.

Dr. Wolfram

Wolfram is an asshole, but he is still has the potential to be an amazing boyfriend.

Loves to take his s/o to swimming sessions and enjoys showing off his body to them. He’s very proud of his accomplishments.

He wants to keep them strong and healthy, so he does his best to create a perfect training and eating schedule for his lover and make sure that they follow it.

Due do spending almost all day in the bathhouse, his body heat is immense. Whenever his s/o is cold, all they have to do to warm up is to cuddle up to him. He is like a living, breathing heater.

He loves to cuddle with them in bed. He’ll just wrap his arms around them and press them against his chest, letting his fingers run through their hair while muttering sweet nothings into their ear.

Wolfram tries his best to keep his s/o safe from the horrors of the Heilwald Klinikum. Especially from Dr. Randolph. He doesn’t want them to be turned into some kind of twisted monster.

Has an unbelievably high sexual drive and impressive stamina. His s/o definitely won’t be unsatisfied with him.

Arguments with this hothead can get very heated, but he would never intentionally hurt his partner.

Accidentally kicked them in the stomach while swimming and still apologizes to this day. It was truly an accident.

His s/o will have to take care of the wounds that he inflicts upon himself when he spends an entire hour standing in the shower and scrubbing himself down with a rough sponge.

When they are around, he is calmer and has more control over his actions. The patients are actually able to have a decent time in his swimming sessions.

Dr. Joseph Randolph

Being with Chief Doctor Joseph Randolph is…difficult. Don’t get me wrong, he’s not a bad boyfriend, but getting through his mental walls is a challenge to behold!

Between his s/o and his emotions is not a brick wall, but an entire security facility. It takes a while for him to be able to trust them with his life.

He is a very quiet person. He doesn’t have a problem with giving a speech, but he barely opens his mouth in private. They have to pay very close attention to his expressions as well as body language to read his emotions.

At the start of your relationship, it’s almost impossible for his s/o to touch him without him flinching away from them, even if them slowly set the palm of their hands on his cheeks.

The first time they tried to surprise him and hug him from behind, he instinctively buried a syringe into their neck. They learned to never do that again.

He is very distant and prefers to avoid his s/o at first. But they quickly learned that it’s not because he doesn’t love them, but because he’s absolutely overwhelmed with his emotions. He has never felt anything like this before.

They will have to introduce him to the concept of love. That poor man is absolutely oblivious how relationships work and completely depends on his dearest s/o to learn it.

It will definitely take months, if not an entire year, to get through to him, but once they do, they will have the most loyal, loving and devoted boyfriend ever. He will turn into an absolute teddy bear.

Joseph will also grow very protective of them. He will always be keeping his s/o in his sight or at least commanding one of the nurses to watch over them when he is unable to do so himself. He’s scared of losing them, naturally.

Once he realizes the benefits of physical affection, his s/o will have to deal with a real cuddler. He is absolutely touch-starved and will seek contact on every possible occasion, and he may be even the one to approach from time to time.

Arguments with this man are rare, but very intense. He is a master of words, and while his remarks are short, they are always sharp and hit where it hurts. He is incredibly stubborn and refuses to back down, which could get problematic when he meets his match in his s/o.

[miyalove]

[ ❄ ]— SNOWED IN.

⤷ pairing. roommate!miya atsumu x fem!reader

⤷ genre. smut, fluff, humor, college au, and they were roommates au

⤷ warnings. swearing, dom!atsumu, sub!reader, ass slapping, begging, atsumu is 1000% a tease, oral (male receiving),  praise, choking on atsumu’s (large) dick, domestic sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, penetrative sex, sex without a condom (please, be safe ya’ll), hickeys, *unedited

3.5k | being snowed in with a broken heater is anything but ideal. when your favorite thick blanket and the layers of fluffy sweaters no longer cut it, your roommate ask of you something you just can’t turn down.

five days.

it has been five days in which the snow storm forced you and atsumu to stay inside. the first day was fine. the power hadn’t went out and your heater was set to a temperature that you and atsumu agreed on. your phones and other electronics were fully charged and ready to use for emergencies or for quick netflix binges. everything was okay.

day two came a little harsher. waking up with your hairs on the back of your neck standing, you realized the power had finally went. it was sometime in the early morning, but even within a short time span the chilly air was still able to nip through the interior. no power meant no heater or hot water. the day dragged on just like anyone would expect. atsumu had complained for hours upon hours. screeching dramatically and throwing his body on the floor like a child who wasn’t allowed to eat candy before dinner.

day three was just as bad if not worse. no amount of blankets and thick winter coats could fight off the cold. you wake up with your teeth chattering, your body shaking, and to top it all off, you think you might be getting sick too. you could tell night had finally came when everything got immensely worst. your breath frosted and sneezing between you and atsumu was non-stop. this was also the day you proposed that the two of you cuddle up for extra warmth. it was a casual conversation that you had to murmur between glassy breaths.

reluctantly, atsumu agreed. at first, he turned away saying something about not “liking the cuddling lifestyle”. you rolled your eyes at his claim because everyone loves cuddles. you had gotten excited at the aspect of showing him what a good session can awaken within. your theory was proven right later into the night though. you rested your head on his shoulder, using some candle light to read through a chapter of a book you’ve been into recently. an exciting thriller that has you anticipatingly flipping through page after page.

atsumu was doing his own thing though. what it was? you didn’t know. really you weren’t paying attention. even when he hummed and grumbled lowly a few times, your brushed it off. not wanting to stray away from the words on the pages, you hoped he worked out whatever his problem is by himself. the last straw though was when his fingers slowly creeped up your thigh.

you shifted your attention, eyeing the man besides you. he boldly holds your stare. he’s daring enough to put on a nonchalant expression, face completely relaxed. his hues shine with something hidden behind them. something you can’t quite make out but they have you not wanting to look away. he doesn’t say anything and for a while the two of you just stare. 

when you drop the book was when he finally pounced. 

“’bout damn time,” he teases. 

in seconds, he pulls you close. your back flush against his chest and his arms pulled you in by your middle, resting there. your sat in between his crossed legs. you had no words at first. everything had happened so fast. for a second you sit there wide-eyed and in shock, fazed and stare lingering in the darkness. then you felt  the comforting warmth slowly creep in. when he spoke, the vibration in his chest felt inviting and things went lax again.

“keep your mouth open ‘nd a fly ‘ill get in there.” you can’t help but laugh.

“whatever happened to ‘not the cuddling type’, huh?”

“shut the fuck up,” venomous words but the way he dug his nose into your neck proved the opposite. 

day four went the same way except now you were both all over each other. the night before had broken something between the two of you that wasn’t just roommates status anymore. he’s become a friend and someone you actually look forward to hanging out and talking with. you see pass his honestly and realize that he’s actually quite charming too. atsumu had thrown you tons of curveballs that day and getting to know him was fun. you recall when you where practically straddling his lap, your hands roaming anywhere and everywhere. 

you faced him, eyes soft and laughter apparent because who knew he was a jokester too. gently caressing at his sharp jaw then sliding down to his firm pecs. your hands roamed his body like an ocean waiting to be ventured. with every feather-like touch, you learned another thing that day. miya atsumu is incredibly attractive. you’ll never admit it to him (because you also learned that miya atsumu has an incredibly large ego), but you must be insane if it took you a damn snow storm to realize something that’s so blaringly obvious.

day five was the day he came to you with that intimate proposal. cuddling in any and every position possible was something that was easy for you to do. you’ve warmed up with close friends, both male and female, so you could say that the special act doesn’t truly mean anything, but this– dear god, this man will be the death of you. 

“you want to– what?” you practically screech. you jump back from his body, already missing the heat, but you want to look him dead in the eyes. his eyes, are the most expressive thing about him. atsumu can lie and tease but there was no getting past him when you gazed into his golden hues, but was he really saying what you think he was saying?

“cuddling and all that can only do so much, yanno?” silence. but he goes on anyway, “thought this was a more... practical solution.” and in pure atsumu matter, he doesn’t stray away from you. looking you dead in the eye with all the confidence in the world. there’s no teasing smile or sarcastic cackle. he’s serious. this attractive man that has women constantly falling at his feet... wants to fuck you.

“this is like for the warmth and all that... right?” you’re hesitant. he can see it in the way you look at him. your hues are clouded with all sorts of swirling emotions; concern, worry, uncertainty. he thinks about taking it back. but it’s far too late for doubt now.

“yeah, for the heat,” he repeats it to reassure you or maybe to reassure himself, he doesn’t know. atsumu sits before you. his hair messy from all the times you ran your hand through it and his cheeks are slightly colored pink. why was this such an awkward conversation to have? there’s a constructing feeling in his chest. he feels like he’s suffocating like every breath he takes is stopped by words trying to choke themselves out of his throat. perhaps it’s the cold finally getting to him or maybe it’s the way the candle light perfectly frames your face. 

“so are ya in?”

it’s the way he bit at his lips that get you contemplating. the way he looked at ready to take you whenever and wherever you asked. it was the anxious way he his leg bounced and the ghost-like circles he was rubbing into your thigh. it set ablaze a trail of desire wherever he touched. it laced your veins with adrenaline and lust made for him by him. him, him, him.

when you leaned into his lips was when he finally got an answer. 

“oh, shit,” you sink down on him as the words leave his mouth.

your lips wrapped around him and he mumbles something thing under his breath that you can’t really catch. the warmth from your tongue makes his stomach tighten. the sight from above looks incredible. your down on your knees, mouth stuffed with his cock, and your sweet little ass on display just for him. atsumu lays right at the edge of your bed, legs spread just wide enough for you to kneel between them. one hand pets at your hair, lacing it between your locks.

the way you expertly circle his tip and how your hands play with his balls, makes him sees stars behind his lids. his stomach tenses with every swallow, every small hum that erupts from your throat. god, you are going to be the death of him. when you look up, you let out a small moan, absolutely loving atsumu’s fucked out expression. his thin lips pout at you, his chest is heavy and falls unevenly. it motivates you, the way he groans and grunts; the way he falls apart at your touch.

“just like that, doll. mhm,” he praises. when you look up, his eyes are half-lidded, clouded with lust meant only for you. a small smirk plays at his lips. he’s completely enamored, sweat beads at his forehead and you don’t think he’s ever looked prettier.

your jaw goes slack when you feel his hips buck. you bob your head, gladly welcoming his shallow thrust. the feeling of his dick heavy on your tongue while he forces you to slide further down makes heat between your legs pool. atsumu takes your humming as a sign to go deeper. soon you’re nose is pressed up on his skin and you’re choking on his cock.

“you’re so pretty like this,” he punctuates his praise with a harsh slap to your ass. the sudden movement makes you fly forward, effortlessly swallowing his dick down again. atsumu is clearly caught off guard. he let’s out a surprised mewl, hip stuttering at the overwhelming pleasure.

“fuck– with y- your mouth full of my cock.”

his grip tightens with every thrust. your scalp burns with all the harsh tugging. there’s droll and snot leaking down from your face but it’s all worth it. your lungs burn, begging you for any kind of air. like he was reading your mind, he lets off of you for few seconds. the lewd pop that follows after rips through the empty room as you catch your breath but that sly smile remains on his face. 

even with your heavy panting and watery eyes, atsumu doesn’t exactly let up. his length rest, merely inches away from your face. he pets at your hair, tugging your locks to give him more access to your neck. you shudder when he starts peppering your skin with soft kisses. your eyes flutter close, enjoying the way he nips and sucks at your neck. that’s definitely going to leave a mark, but you don’t find yourself caring. 

his mouth goes to work while his other hand roams your valley. without hesitation, atsumu slides his hand lower cupping your ass. “fits like a gem,” you hear him mumble between sloppy sucking. the breath he lets out tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

his hand slides up to your front, grazing your nipples through the thick lace of your bra. opening your eyes, you look up just in time to see his gaze darken. reaching higher, atsumu cups the back of your neck. there’s a moment in which he stills. golden eyes bore into your own hues. a plain of emotions swirl within him. admiration in the way he smiles at you, hunger in the way he bits his lips. his hair is messy, tousled with all the times you delicately laced your fingers through them and his lips are swollen from the way he was marking you.

there’s only one word that comes to mind; “pretty.”  you didn’t mean it aloud, but when it comes to atsumu your brain short circuits and all sense is thrown out the window. you feel your face heat up at the embarrassingly simple compliment. 

“speakin’ about yerself, now?” of course, he would. typical atsumu miya with his smooth words that make all the panties drop (including yours). you let out a breathy giggle, liking the way your checks ache with all the smiling. without another thought, his head dips down to your own capturing your lips in a heated kiss. 

it’s lazy and sloppy. all teeth and tongue and no space to breath or think, but you like it like this. you like atsumu like this. raw, exposed, and yours. his hands roam to the back of your thighs, pinching slightly in hopes you get the hint. he wants you. now. 

without breaking away, you lean into atsumu. his back gently lands on your sheets, pillows and blankets shaping his tone body to perfection. you brace your arms to help with the fall, successfully trapping him between your body.

“atsumu,” you say, breaking free. 

“hhm?”

“please, fuck me.”

he chuckles, “say less, doll.”

pulling your sweatpants down, his big hands grope your ass in the process. he moves quickly, rushing to get you ready for him. in one swift moment, your underwear is gone and thrown carelessly somewhere.

“you’re so shameless, baby, with that demanding mouth,” flipping you over, you’re under him now. body perfectly, angled so he can see your pretty features  shift whenever he fucks you just right. he loves seeing your mouth agape. loves how you hang off every word, how your body quivers with every touch, how you cry and moan his name. it’s beautiful. you’re beautiful. 

he leaves a trail of kisses down your body until he’s mere inches away from your cunt. his fingers brush against the thin lining of your panties. why you still have them on is beyond him. arousal leaks through the material while atsumu presses against your heat.

“ah– ‘tsumu,” your breathing is frantic when he presses a fleeting kiss on your clothes core. “you’re such a t-tease.” 

he doesn’t say anything. allowing his actions to speak for him. he teases you, hooking his fingers under the thin lace. the way his cold digits brush at your heat makes for a delicious contrast. 

“you look so good,” he purrs pressing a kiss to the inner part of your thigh. “and you’re absolutely fuckin’ dripping. bet i could just slide right into ya.” his fingers are relentless, they ghost over your clit tracing feather-like circles. it’s enough for short spikes of pleasure to rush through you but just as quickly as they come, they’re gone.

“do you want me?”

“god, yes.”

“beg for it then.”

like clock work, you do. “please, ‘tsumu. i need you so bad right now. your hands, your tongue, your cock-- everything. please, i just wanna feel you so bad.”

“ehh,” he ponders before pressing a kiss to your thighs. “could be better.”

it’s stupid the way your heart flutters at his playful teasing. looking up at him through your hazy eyes, you try your best to muster up the perfect puppy dog face. “please, ‘tsumu?” 

he lets out a huff, “god, you’re so annoying.” everything happens so fast. one second, atsumu is softly pecking at your neck. the next he’s roughly grabbing at you, complete man-handling. 

he pulls you impossibly closer. there is no warning or preparation. he rams himself into you, completely taken over by the way your tight pussy swallows him whole. the burn feels fucking painful, you can’t help the screams that tremble from your lips. 

“oh my f-fucking-- mhpm, god!” he’s so big, in length and thickness. moans fill the room while he fills you up. your hot, wet walls clench around him and he groans at the delicious feeling.

“yer so fucking tight, holy shit.” he nuzzles his nose into your neck. “love this cunt so fucking much.” another slap to the ass that rips a deep moan from you.

“please, ‘tsumu,” you pant.

and at that moment, something within him finally snaps. pulling out from your sopping cunt, the tip of his dick rest within you, then in the same second he slams back into your entrance. lewd moans rip from the both of you while pure euphoria runs through your blood. you arch you back, pressing your chest to his, eyes rolling back every time he rams back into you. with each thrust and roll of your hip, his dick rubs at the spot that makes you see stars.

“you feel so good,” you whimper out watching as his dick pumps in and out of your pussy. “filling me up so good-- fuck, with your big dick.”

he shudders at your words, head coming down to latch onto your pebbled nipples. his tongue laps around the sensitive bud while his spare hand kneads at your other breast. a sharp inhale escapes you in between sobs. his hands are freezing from the chilly air within your apartment. it’s like ice on your skin, a complete contrast to how heated you feels. the feeling knocks you back into reality; you and atsumu are fucking in the middle of a snowstorm.

“how’s that feel, babe?” you answer him with a wanton gasp.

“absolutely fucking amazing,” you punctuate your pleasure with a deep roll of your hips. atsumu chuckles, a mix of a strangled moan and teasing.

 “god, yer such a little freak.” he leans down again repeating his action to your other breast. deep thrust becoming more frequent now.

“only f-for you.” 

your words spur him on, atsumu angles his hips to pound onto the one spot that has you crying out. he has your body shaking, his name tumbles out of your mouth like a mantra while he wrecks your body, moaning into your neck. 

the knot of your pleasure tighten. it burns like a white hot coils that’s about to snap. he knows you’re close. with the way your pussy sporadically clenches around him making him groan. god, you’re almost there. he can feel it. your orgasm is right at the tip of your tongue. so close yet so fucking far. you need more and he senses that with the way you silently beg him. “harder, please-- oh, god.” 

your words get caught on your tongue. he fucks right into you with a force so hard, you might have forgotten how to breath. “yes, just l-like that. hmph.”

“fuck yeah,” he groans, nipping your neck. “so good to me, fuck. such a good girl keeping me nice and warm and shit.” at that, you squeeze around him and he lets out a lewd groan. his cold digits travel down your body, rubbing circles around your messy clit. it’s all too much. the way he expertly runts into you, the pleasure his fingers give you, the way he praises you and nips at all your sensitive spots. 

all you can manage at this point are a high pitched whimpers and pleas of his name. sweat drips down both your bodies, your walls clench around him like a vice as he tries his best to fuck you hard. every thrust brushes right at your sweet spot, clouding your vision. a fire burns within you, leaving you gasping and moaning between sobs of air. 

“cum for me, doll.”

and with his words and one last thrust, the coil finally snaps. pleasure rushes through your body in euphoric waves taking over you. your veins pump absolute bliss through you. atsumu follows soon after, painting your walls with spurts of his seed. overwhelming, toe-curling pleasure floods within you both like surges of electricity. his lips find yours as the last parts of your orgasm finally dies.

once he catches his breath, he pulls away smiling down at the way you look effortlessly gorgeous with his cum stuffed in you. you meet his hues too, mirroring the same exact smile. 

your room is dark, curtesy of the snow covering your windows. candles flicker at your nightstand, painting the room in a dim, yellowish hue. fatigue hits you like a train. all you want is to lay down, close your eyes and welcome the sweet relief of slumber. shifting around, you turn on your side body molding perfectly spooning atsumu. 

“sleepy already?” 

the bedsheets shift towards you. despite having your eyes closed, you can feel atsumu’s hues on you watching  the way your eyelashes fall perfectly on your cheek. you’re so warm and soft. effortlessly gorgeous with or without trying. your hair threads down on your pillow, spiraling to an abrupt end. he wants to run his hands through it, massaging at your scalp to sooth the aching.

then he reminds himself he can. when he’s meet with a mumbled response and a slight hum, he takes the hint. in your haze, you feel the weight of his arms wrap around your body cuddling up to you impossibly closer. 

his breath tickles at your neck, “goodnight, baby.”

(atsumu eyes the way you fall lax within his arms. your legs tangled and wrapped within the thick layers of your comforter. his heart beat rapidly and the smile on his face, despite the exhaustion that laces his veins, can't stop. atsumu isn’t an idiot. he knows what all these symptoms mean, but for now that’s a talk for another time. for now, he’ll silently thank whatever god out there for the terrible weather that brought the two of you closer then ever before. for now, he’ll enjoy the way your body molds perfectly to his.)

[luimagines]

Waking Up Next to Him

Masterlist

Set platonically and within the adventure. It’s long so it goes under the cut!

Time

The bright sunlight winked just beyond your eyelids at an blinding angle. Your back was against warm though and was surprisingly comfortable despite the growing ache in your neck. There’s a weight over your shoulder, pinning you in place but doesn’t dig in. A thrown blanket is covering your body and the secret weight, even if half of it has ended up on the forest floor. You’re too tired to think of what the weight can be. All you know is that it’s comfortable and you don’t feel like moving. A heartbeat passes and the solid form on which you lay shifts. 

A groan.

More shifting.

Heat flushes your face slightly as you resign to get up, trying to play the whole cool, once you realize what, or rather who you passed out against.

“Mornin’ Time.”

Your pillow takes a minute to assess the situation.

It’s early, none of the others are up yet. Too tired from the journey the day prior, but the resident chef wakes up the earliest to cook breakfast on time. He’s asleep now but won’t be for long. You thank the stars and your luck that you woke up before him. No pictures for him to take this time.

Time grins, seemingly unbothered by the events and sighs good naturedly. “Good morning.”

Twilight

It was a cold night. They told you it would be. Both your traveling companions and the breeze as you settled with the day’s end.

But you couldn’t have guessed how cold it turned out to be.

Sleep didn’t come easy. Discomfort and shivers kept you awake. Your blankets were warm but not warm enough. At some point, in the middle of the night, you gain the warmth your tired brain was waiting for before drifting off to sleep. 

When you wake, you can’t breath.

Hairs tickle your mouth and nose and there’s a large and heavy being on top of you. At first you think it’s Wind because the shape is much to large to be four but smaller than some of your other companions.

Further analysis and you realize that it’s not hair but fur, that’s threating to enter your lungs and the color of the material seems awfully familiar.

“...Wolfie, I love you but you’re killing me. Get off.” You weakly push the beast away, not coherent enough to move your limbs and piece together how to be a functioning human yet.

The creatures blinks up at you, having just woken up as well and notices your open eyes. A yawn and crushed ribbed where he stepped to get off later and your freedom has been duel earned.

You take a breath of relief and grin, only now noticing the cold with the rising sun to be a little more barrable than the previous night.

“Thanks buddy, you’re a walking heater. I probably would have been a popsicle if it hadn’t been for you.” He nods in acknowledgment and swiftly turns away before you can reach behind his ears to thank him properly.

You look up and see Wild and Time already awake, not talking. Warrior looks to just have woken like you today. Not unusual but welcoming nonetheless. Wind and Sky probably won’t wake up for another hour or two and Hyrule and Four always wake up a little after them. No one knows for sure when Legend will get up because its never consistent and Twilight seems to be missing as well.

The ranch hand emerges from the tree line seconds after you realize he was gone to begin with. He smiles at you and waves in greeting.

You wave back and try to dust the wolf hairs off of your clothes.

You missed Twilight’s subtle smirk.

Warrior

It was a hard fight and not a safe place to stay put but the dungeon left you with little option. Separated from the group and low on provisions and healing items, you and Warrior realize that your both running low on fumes. Taking refuge in a secluded corner, hopefully far away from any potential monsters and threats, you rest.

Waking up is hell.

Sleeping back to back was probably not the best idea but neither of you wanted to risk an ambush. Shifts were supposed to be taken but given that you both fell asleep says something about your energy levels and the previous fights.

Your neck hurts, your legs are sore, your butt and hips are not thanking you for the treatment and everything ache will familiar but expected battle wounds. None major but each one takes its toll.

“You up?” Warrior stands up as if he wasn’t bleeding from the shoulder yesterday and he also didn’t sleep sitting for who knows how many hours.

“I am clearly sitting Captain.” You mutter. “I am not up. I refuse to be up.”

“You know as well as I do that we have to get to the others. What if they need help?”

“I’d argue we need the help. Everything hurts. We have no fairies and there’s more dungeon ahead of us with obviously more enemies and traps and puzzles...” The puzzles... were the worst. “Just five more minutes....Please?”

Warrior says your name in a way a tired mother tries to get her stubborn child to listen to reason. His face twists at the idea and when he attempts to look over his shoulder to check your surroundings, it instead contorts in a pained grimace.

So his shoulder pain was still there after all.

“Fine. Five minutes.”

Sky

As expected, Sky goes down for the count within the first few minutes of the mandated lunch break. Unfortunately after a rumble or two and strange smoke coming from the distance that decidedly wasn’t there when you first arrived, the group decided to investigate.

Legend goes to shake Sky’s shoulder in an attempt to wake him but it’s all in vain.

Sticks are drawn after a long and loud argument about what to do and yours in the shortest.

Everyone else goes to check out the commotion and you are stuck with babysitting duty. It’s not bad all things considered- he’s asleep- no actual babysitting happening. But part of you can help but grumble about missing the action so you sit non too gently next to him and decidedly not pout.

Your stomach is full and the sun light begins to feel heavy and warm and nice.

Your eyes close before you can fight it.

Some time later, you’re shaken awake. Adrenaline fills your system instantly but upon seeing the laughing face of Sky himself, you remember yourself and only marginally resist the urge punch him.

“Feel better?” You ask instead.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He chuckles and points to his chin.

You wipe across the area and your hands comes back wet, cold and covered in drool. 

“You saw nothing.”

“Oh sure, but Wind did.”

Great.

Now it’s on his pictobox. That’s blackmail material in his favor, you suppose and refuse to acknowledge it further.

Wild

When you wake up, it’s still dark. Not even close to sunrise.

The fire burns bright and warm throughout the area but it’s not the fire that’s keeping you warm.

You also find out you can’t move.

You crane your head slightly to find long hair draped over your shoulder and a familiar scarred ear belonging to the resident champion.

He wrapped around you completely, hugging you tightly and pining you down with a leg to boot. 

You attempt to shimmy out but his grip tightens instead.

You sighed and watch as Twilight comes into view. He crouches closer and squats on Wild’s side, whispering to you. “Do you need help getting out? I can wake him to take over Hyrule’s shift for the night.”

You take a minute to rethink about your position. It’s not painful. The opposite actually. It feel nice. You’ve seen Wild cling to who ever he can get his hands on when he sleeps so you’re not surprise. 

You don’t need to pee or leave anytime soon anyway.

“No, I think I’m good actually.” You reply, whispering as well. “Let him sleep, it’s been a day for everyone.”

Twilight nods and leaves, but not without looking back once or twice in case you changed your mind.

You shimmy back in place and allow yourself to be held by your friend. 

Sleep comes easier this time.

Hyrule

Gentle fingers card through your hair. Warmth, magic and the unusual feeling of safety plague your mind. Confusion hits you but the alarm that typically follows never comes.

“Oh thank goodness, you’re awake.” A voice fills your ears. It’s muffled and must have been quiet to begin with because you can’t make out who said it yet. 

Organizing your thoughts feels like traveling through knee high mud.

Your eyes blink open and the light comes through.

The Traveler is leaning over you, thankfully blocking out most of the sun from immediately assaulting you. 

“Hyrule?”

“You had us worried for a minute.” He visually sags with relief, a tired smile on his face and leans back. “You took quite a hit.”

Your head feels swollen but as Hyrule continues to push your hair back it dissipates as time passes. Your thoughts clear and with his help, you sit up.

A hand places itself by your temple. It takes a half second before you realize it’s yours.

It comes back covered in dried blood.

Sky runs over after tending to Four with what looks like a bloodied wet cloth. He sits down slowly and begins to clean your head in a familiar fashion.

“Thank you. Both of you.” You tired voice comes through and a worn out smile follows soon after.

“Anytime.”

Wind

It’s nice day. 

According to some people.

Dark clouds cover the sky, the sun nowhere to be seen. It pours cats and dogs and the only cover for miles is a lone cave where your group currently takes up residence. Everyone’s wet and your clothes feel heavy and cold. No one is happy. 

Wild, Twilight and Legend dive deeper, intending to check out if any monsters reside in the cave.

Hyrule insisted on traveling with them but Warrior’s concussion and Time’s bleeding leg call for further attention and Legend claims to have more magic restorative potions than healing potions.

He stays behind.

Four and Sky take over the food while he’s distracted, trying to make a half decent meal before he intervenes.

Wind is groaning, sore and bored but otherwise unharmed.

You don’t make any comments at your own pain, biting your tongue and taking a deep breath. As you lean against the stone wall, Wind stomps up next to you and sits down with purpose.

“I could’ve gone with them.” He slams his fist into his cheek with his elbow on his knee.

“But you didn’t. It’s not so bad.” You said.

“They didn’t want me to go.”

“You’ll live.”

“I’m just as good as them you know.”

“I know and you make a better pillow.” You says, throwing yourself sideways with your head landing on his lap. He squawks indignantly and attempts to push you off but you hold on. “Sorry, you make the best pillow.”

“NOOOO!”

“YEEEESSS!”

“Nooooo.” Wind keeps his hands on your back but you’ve misjudged your exhaustion. You’re out in seconds.

A moment passes.

“Hey, hey, hey.... wake up. You have to eat.” A small hand shakes your shoulder.

“Hm?” You blinked tiredly. There’s a bowl if front of your face and you don’t hesitate to grab it. “Thanks.”

“You’re heavy.” A voice calls from behind. The owner lets you take the bowl and begins to gently push you off into a sitting position. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“It was supposed to be a joke but thanks for letting me sleep.” You admit and smile at the pirate. 

“You trapped me.” He pokes your side, trying to look annoyed but falling flat. There’s a joke in there somewhere. You’re missing something.

The others have come back while you were out of it, all either have hidden smiles or failing to hide their shaking shoulders and snickers.

Curious and a little self conscious you looks into the provided meal, your reflection greeting you as always.

A lightbulb goes off over your head.

“DID YOU DRAW ON MY FACE?!”

Four

There’s a force dragging you down but there’s two arms under you.

It’s very concerning for a moment but then....the size of them catches up to you.

Your head snaps up and comes face to face with a very surprised Four.

“Hello.”

“...Hi.”

“Lovely weather we’re having, don’t you think?””

“You’re leading with that?” Four snorts and continues walking, unbothered by your weight in his arms.

“How...?” You trail off trying to find the right words to explain what happening to you. You don’t feel any pain and nothing feels injured....but the lack of memories is a little concerning.

“How am I holding you?” Four smirks as he guesses incorrectly. “I’m stronger than I look.”

“I was going to ask how did I fall unconscious. I don’t remember anything. I’m more surprised by that than the fact that you’re holding me despite being half my size.” You blinked and try to keeping searching through your memory.

Nothing comes up.

“Wizrobe.” Four answers causally with a shrug. “It caused some chaos, fought another wizrobe and you got caught in the cross fire between the two of them before we could intervene. Their attacks canceled each other out well enough that you weren’t actually injured but uhh..... Well I suppose you’ll figure it out sooner or later.”

“Four.” You glare in warning.

“Maybe don’t look at your reflection for a while. Legend, Twilight and Hyrule all agree that it’ll fade with time but...”

“What are you talking about? What happened to me?” You sit up a little in his grip, Your arm reach over his shoulders and something wrong catches your eyes.

Your skin is green.

Your shocked silence stills your entire body. Four winces once he follows your eye line and stops to place you on your own feet.

“It could be worse?”

You stare a little while longer and look back to Four with hopeful eyes. “Think you can knock me out again?

He’s not amused.

Legend

You blissfully wake up for the first time in a week. 

It’s been an easy week in terms of travel and attacks so the boys take it upon themselves to cause trouble and it hasn’t been merciful to your sleep schedule.

They are the very incarnation of that thing your hometown friend used to say. How did it go again? If there’s no trouble then I’ll create it? Something along those lines.

But this is different and you don’t plan on wasting it.

You close your eyes and attempt to go back to sleep while you can but hushed voices reached your ears, keeping you awake before you can tune them out.

“Should we wake them?”

“You know how Legend is. He can be as bad as Sky and he had a rough night to boot.”

“But he’s right on top of them and they promised to show me how to fight in hand to hand combat.”

“You have all day for that and they didn’t say it was going to be today.”

“But I‘m excited! I want to start as soon as possible.”

“Will you idiots keep it down?” A voice by your shoulder speaks up. It lacks the usual snark it posses but the intention for venom is there. “Some people took double shifts last night. Shut up.”

You breath a small sigh of relief as the voices abruptly cut off and don’t return for a long minute.

The body next to you stills.

Three heartbeats pass and the unnoticed weight gets off of you.

You pretend to be asleep still, not wanting him to push you away so early in your relationship. He’s just started to get used to you.

You’re determined to be his friend before everything ends.

He’s determined to avoid that.

It’s been a battle of wills.

An unstoppable force meets an unmovable object.

But this could tip the scales in his favor if you fail to play it off correctly.

“No one say anything.” Legend hisses. “Not. One. Word.”

You make the mistake of stretching. 

“You’re up! You’re up! You’re up!” Wind practically pounces on you, knocking his name sake out of your lungs and demolishing any chances for a peaceful morning. “We can start now!”

“Can I eat first at least?” You groan out, not bothering to fight him off.

“Wind. Off.” Time calls out and the boy follows the command without question. He quickly kneels by your side though, practically vibrating on the spot.

You sit up and look around.

Looks like you were the last one up.

“Morning everybody.” You smile. You glance at Legend who unluckily has the tips of his ears tinted red. His arms are crossed and he’s avoiding looking at you, even greeting you as the rest of the group return your call.

You smirk. “Good morning Legend. Did you sleep well?”

He huffs and turns away completely, taking a few steps to leave.

You get to your feet, shadowed by Wind and head to take your share of the food from Wild.

A beat passes without any words exchanged and you tilted your head innocently at the Veteran. You refuse to let it be awkward between you so you pretend you know nothing.

The blush travels down his ears to his face and neck. “I did. Thanks for asking.”

[kohakuarisaka]

Untamed (chapter 2 of 5)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Every year, without fail, Hawks went into a rut: when autumn began, and then again in early spring. He would honker down up north in a secluded cabin. For the first time, he brought you with him.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Non-canon compliant: Hawks’ quirk does not work like this. Reader is a hero that works at Hawks agency. Pre-existing relationship. Reader is a female with female genitalia. Feral behavior. Rutting. Biting. Spanking. Slight BDSM. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Oral sex. Romantic relationship.

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As it turned out, 'secluded cabin' was a pretty accurate statement.

Hawks had arranged for a very discreet hero taxi service to drive you the 5-hour trip from Musutafu to a quaint mountainous village that was so small and quiet, you almost doubted it was even on the map.

Past the snowy village, through the winding roads and towering trees, over a bridge, past a frozen lake, and then some miles off the main road, tucked away in a small clearing, was a beautiful cabin.

While the days were steadily growing warmer as spring rapidly approached, it still snowed at night. The snow had melted off the trees from the warmth of the midday sun; but, there was still a light blanket of white on the rooftop and across the surrounding grounds.

There were no poles lining the street, nothing that could bring electricity to the house; however, you could see what was likely a generator tucked away in the back. Someone had propped the cover off and cleaned out the snow.

At that sight, it became obvious that Hawks had beat you here. He already taken to clearing the snow out of the entry way as well, exposing a beautiful cobblestone pathway.

You exited the vehicle and retrieved your bags from the trunk. The very second you closed the hatch, the driver made a speedy exit, wheels skidding in the snow as they backed out before doing a sharp U-turn and barreling down the road.

Luckily, the entrance to the cabin opened before you could worry that you had just been abandoned in the middle of nowhere. Sure enough, Hawks stepped out, wild blonde locks brushed back, a little fluffier than usual due to the change in humidity.

Despite how cold it was, he was wearing a black tank top and loose, light grey sweat pants. He even stepped out onto the cold stone pathway with bare feet. Yet, with a light flush to his skin, he didn't look cold at all.

You had been making a face when he approached, and he offered an explanation, uttering, "I told 'em not to linger. It's suspicious."

Some large plumes departed his wingspan and grabbed at your luggage, one even pulling your shoulder bag off your back. They whipped away, bags in tow, and zipped past Hawks and through the doorway, disappearing into the cabin.

The winged hero didn't immediately usher you inside, as he usually did in these types of situations, but arched over you suddenly, arms bringing you into a tight embrace while his lips captured yours.

The sudden closeness forced your back to arch. Unconsciously, your hands fell onto his barely clothed shoulders, and you felt how warm he was. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was running a fever.

The kiss was brief, but uncharacteristically messy, not that you were complaining. It was a kiss of longing, like he had missed you dearly, as if it had been months and not a day and a half.

He pulled back, a distant, albeit blissful, look on his face. His eyelids sagged as if he was tired, but the gold of his iris was bright and his pupils were focused.

"I didn't get to clean yet, but - ugh - do you wanna see inside?" he asked, some slight nervousness to his tone.

"Yeah," you breathed.

Hawks stepped aside and you gently brushed past him and stepped inside. The wood floors creaked softly beneath your feet as you crossed the threshold. Immediately, you were hit with a wonderful scent, earthy, like tree bark, but sweet, like raw honey.

It was a decent sized cabin, spacious and not heavily furnished. The kitchen was on the small side, but seemingly to accommodate a larger living room.

As Hawks had warned, there was a thin layer of dust all across the wood floors. The furniture was covered by clear tarps, shielding them from the debris.

The dining area tucked away in the corner had a chabudai in place of a western style table. It was small and clearly only intended for two people. You had a feeling it was new, considering how spotless it looked compared to the rest of the cabin.

A huge, stone fireplace rested against the north wall, surrounded by large windows that gave a beautiful view of the outside. They were adorned with heavy curtains, pulled back to let the sunlight in.

Hawks was lingering, following close, staring down at you as you walked around and took in the sight of the place. When your eyes landed on him, and you caught his unblinking stare, you realized he was awaiting feedback.

It startled you a little, for Hawks wasn't the kind to fuss over these sorts of things; but, you had a decent enough understanding of what a rut was to know what was going through his head.

"Relax, birdbrain," you cooed, reaching up to tap gently at his cheek with a closed palm. That seemed to knock him out of his stupor, for he blinked and suddenly looked sheepish. He flickered his gold eyes away, as if to give you space.

"I love it," you praised, looking back into the living area. "Cozy, and smells nice."

You heard him exhale a relieved sigh through his nostrils.

"We should get to work. Where's the cleaning stuff?" you asked, peeling your jacket off.

"Oh. I'll-" he began.

"You'll let me help," you interrupted him gently.

When you turned back to face him, and saw the bewildered expression he was wearing, you wondered if maybe that wasn't the right thing to fit with his current state.

"Unless that's... bad?" you offered uncertainly, shoulders sagging.

Hawks laughed suddenly at the sunken expression on your face, as if the joyous sound came sputtering out against his will.

"No," he answered softly, leaning in suddenly for another kiss, as if he couldn't help it. You didn't get a chance to kiss back before he was retreating.

"Don't change," he sighed. "I want you as you, not as my..."

"-subservient housewife?" you offered, just a little teasing.

He chuckled softly, breathing out a harsh, "fuck, no."

Hawks maneuvered around you and headed for what you guessed was a supply closet. Inside, the cleaning gear was also neatly packaged in containers and safe from dust.

It made sense, how neatly arranged everything was. Hawks was a fairly neat person; but, it was also clear that he had this whole thing down, neatly tuned and properly sorted out. He had been coming here for years, after all.

This place was special to him. That much was clear.

The two of you started to dusting and sweeping, followed by a diligent mopping, with the two of you working in tandem.

Hawks was fairly quiet during the whole ordeal, seemingly focused sternly on the task at hand. It had been his nest for years. This was hardly anything new; but, it was now going to be yours, too.

He didn't tell you that he had been worried he would react negatively to your presence. He didn't always react rationally during this time. Seemingly average things would sometimes irritate him, and a part of the possessive onslaught included this abode.

Fortunately, that hadn't been the case. Cleaning the cabin with you was soothing. He wasn't unaware of the obvious implication: that you were preparing a nest together, your shared nest. He didn't say it aloud, but you had come to that realization, as well.

It had actually calmed him quite a bit. He had been on edge before you arrived, skin prickled with heat and sweating unreasonably considering the cold. Those weren't abnormal during his ruts; but, it felt intensified with that knowledge that you were going to be here.

Darkness swept across the forest as the hours dragged on. Luckily, you were just about finished by the time it got dark.

There was a neat stack of firewood arranged on a carrier near the fireplace, making you wonder if that was what he had worked on before your arrival. The logs looked freshly cut and heavy.

Crimson feathers delivered logs to the hearth. Hawks retrieved a set of matches from a cubby near the carrier and then kneeled before the hearth. He set one of the matches ablaze and carefully ignited the firewood arranged in the pit.

Warmth and light flooded the cabinet. Plumes gathered along the edges of the curtains and pulled them back, covering the windows. When they returned to his wingspan, he stepped back and monitored the fire briefly.

While cleaning, you had learned there was a cellar and partial second story, as well as an indoor bathroom. It seemed that the main use of the generator was to power the water heater and indoor plumbing.

The cellar was small, down a short flight of stairs, with concrete floors and walls, the perfect size for containing a month's worth of food and supplies, far more than was necessary for just a week.

The second story was a loft that oversaw the living room, giving a great view of the fireplace. There was no safety railing on the upstairs, likely for the very obvious fact that Hawks could fly. There was, at least, a staircase.

Upstairs, there was a large bed frame with a plush mattress, wrapped up tight to protect from dust, a large chest pressed up against the wall, and a desk without a chair.

After he removed the bed cover, you watched Hawks pull neatly folded blankets and pillow cases out the chest. It was fascinating to see someone, who normally slept wherever his body landed, so meticulously prepare the bedding: layers and layers of blankets, followed by dressing the pillows and laying them out.

It was especially perplexing because of the intense, concentrated look on his face. He had been so focused that he hadn't even realized that you had paused what you were doing to watch him.

Luckily, you caught yourself staring before he did, and shuffled back downstairs before he could notice.

A sudden howling had startled you, before a sharp wind rattled against the shutters. Something was thumping gently against the roof and when the wind picked up, you could almost hear the trees shuddering outside.

"It's snowing," Hawks observed, suddenly at your side.

You could see a glimpse of crimson in the corner of your eye, and realized he had a wing fanned out around you, not quite close enough to touch, but hovering. Maybe, he hadn't even realized he was doing that.

"Oh," you answered quietly.

Together, you prepared dinner, settling for a classic favorite of his: yakitori chicken and stir fry noodles.

Eating dinner together, and talking about nothing, made you realize, it had been the first time in a long time, if ever, that you hadn't discussed work: nothing about the agency, nothing about heroes or villains, nothing about police business or missions.

It was just senseless conversations that amounted to nothing.

The dining table was small and the floor was cold; but, your hands brushed constantly due to the lack of space. It made you realize that you had longed to have this type of moment with him, something so utterly domestic.

"I know it's not super late," Hawks began, on his way to the kitchen with the dirty plates. "But, I'm gonna wake you up early; so, let's get to bed, okay?"

His voice was soft, surprisingly drowsy, you realized, and he continued, "it's - well, there's something I wanna show you, and it looks best in the sunrise."

He had started the dishes before you could; so, you stepped in close, deciding to tease him a little.

"I bet you do look best in the sunrise," you uttered, leaning against the counter top near the sink, where he had busied his hands. He was looking away from you; but, you could see his lip twitch into a faint smile.

Hawks laughed, a low chuckle that rumbled through his chest. "Not me," he replied softly. Yet, he found himself feeling enamored with the knowledge that that was where your mind had wandered first.

"Do you want me to wait for you?" you offered, standing upright and shifting away from the counter.

"Nah," he replied simply. "I'll join ya' in a bit."

You changed into your pajamas, brushed your teeth and pulled your hair back, before heading upstairs. Blankets and pillows were stacked high on top of the mattress, making the bedframe disappear beneath it.

It not only looked incredibly warm, but incredibly soft, and an inspection with your hand, smoothing over the surface, confirmed that. There were several pillows pressed against the headboard and even more at the foot of the bed.

If you hadn't seen him arrange it, you would have doubted it was even Hawks' bed. From the glimpses you had seen into his life, he was a minimalist.

His office at the agency was fairly large, but looked almost comical with the lack of furniture in it. He wasn't one to buy much of anything outside of perishables.

"Take those off."

You had heard that commanding tone many times before; but, in the peace and serenity of this cabin, it startled you. Your shoulders twitched a little and you turned to face him, having not heard Hawks approach.

His gold eyes were glaring at your body, shifting up to meet your gaze when you turned to face him.

You gawked back at him, dumbfounded by his boldness, and a little intrigued, if you were being honest. He had warned you about this, and you were about to comply when his dark expression suddenly softened.

"Oh fuck," Hawks blurted, embarrassment washing over his face. The intensity of the moment dissipated and you found yourself unable to hold back a faint smile at the way his face so rapidly changed from anger to shame.

"Shit - I - sorry - ugh," he stammered, some redness tinting the tops of his ears. His dominant hand came up and ruffled his hair. "That was messed up. Ah - what I mean is, can we sleep naked?"

It was clear he wasn't embarrassed about the request, but the way that he had asked. You couldn't hold back a soft chuckle at his frazzled state.

"Of course," you uttered, and began shedding your clothes.

He was staring at your nudity as if it wasn't something he had seen many times before, as if his hands and mouth hadn't explored every inch of skin, hadn't touched and claimed parts of you your own hands couldn't reach.

It made you feel powerful, beautiful.

"Did you brush your teeth?" you asked, knocking him out of his stupor.

He didn't respond, but made a face that gave you your answer. He turned away then, and hopped over the edge of the loft, floating down into the lower floor, and scurried off to the bathroom.

Promptly, you disappeared beneath the blankets, shivering from the cold, skin prickled with goosebumps. You were about to scold yourself for complying with him so eagerly, without demanding a compromise, mainly that you expected him to warm you up.

Luckily, it didn't take him long to join you, and you suddenly felt a very warm, and very naked, body slot into the space behind you, wiggling beneath the blankets. It was almost concerning how warm he was, like he had just flung himself into the hearth before running back over here.

You rolled onto your back to greet him and Hawks wasted no time slotting over you, tangling legs, arms falling on either side of your head. Wispy bangs fell over his forehead, longer strands catching on his eyebrows.

Your eyes peered over his shoulders, where you could see his wings were fanned out above him, plumes stretched wide, looming possessively. When your gaze shifted to his face, your breath hitched.

His stare was hypnotizing, as if he couldn't believe you were here, gold eyes practically glowing in the dimly lit loft.

It made you sad to think just your presence alone had pleased him so much, whereas nothing else had yet to occur. It made you think of all the years he had to endure this alone, the loneliness far more straining than the lack of a pliant body.

"Hey," he began, voice hoarse, distant.

His dominant hand shifted from the bed to cup your cheek, thumb gently prodding at your cheek bone. Just like the rest of his body, his hand was so warm.

"I know I said I wouldn't let you leave," he explained, fingers sliding carefully across your temple. "But, if you want to, at any time, I'll call the taxi and-"

You leaned up, taking his lips in a gentle kiss to silence him. He moaned into the kiss, clearly surprised by your interruption. His hand departed your face, lowering to caress the side of your neck.

When you pulled back, he chased, not letting you depart from him quite so quickly. The kiss carried on for a short while, Hawks only leaning back when he was satisfied.

"No," you disagreed in a soft hum, hands rising to push strands of his hair out of his face. "I'm not leaving. We're going through this together. Okay?"

He let out a sigh that fluttered across your cheeks. "Okay," he agreed, as if he couldn't believe it.

Hawks shifted until he was lying beside you, one arm loose around your waist. You turned a little to lay on your side and lean into him, cheek falling comfortably into the pillow beneath your head, and felt him nuzzle into your back, bringing you as close as he could without ruining your comfort.

One of his wings folded carefully over you while the other sprawled out across the bed. The light from the fire just barely reached the loft, an amber glow that flickered with the dancing flames.

The sounds of the gentle snowfall outside was a little louder upstairs. One of the nearby windows rattled softly, trembling weakly from the breeze that shook the shutters. The rafters above creaked occasionally in melodic hums.

Behind you, Hawks' chest undulated with his breathing, moving against the skin of your back. His wings shifted ever so slightly in harmony with the expansion and shrinking of his lungs. The longer plumes on the ends twitched occasionally.

"Keigo?" you whispered.

He didn't answer. Judging by the way his arm had slackened where it rested over your waist, you figured he had fallen asleep already.

The bedding was soft, and you had no doubt that he had washed them diligently; yet, mingled with the earthy tones of the cabin, they smelt like him. The hearth crackled distantly, the sound a faint echo through the cabin.

It didn't take long to slip away.

• • •

• • •

Sometime in the middle of the night, you were woken by a strange sound. In your groggy state, it sounded like a distant animal cooing into the night.

Once you properly came to, you realized the warmth against your back had retreated. The blanket had been partially ripped away in the process, leaving the skin of your back exposed to the cold air of the cabin.

What had sounded far away you now realized was coming from right behind you, pained little noises and harsh wheezing. You rolled over to take in the sight of Hawks, blindly reaching for him in a moment of panic.

Worry struck you when your skin touched his. He had already been warm to the touch before; but now, his skin felt scorching, sticky with sweat. Your hand had landed on his chest, where you could feel his muscles rapidly rising and falling with each staggering breath.

The noise that had woken you became obvious then; he was panting, sharp and labored breaths that whooshed in and out of him, occasionally accompanied with a quiet, pained sound.

He had shoved the blankets away and was laying on his back, wings tucked in uncomfortably tight beneath him. Through the faint glow of warm light from the fireplace, you could see his chest raising and falling rapidly, head tossed back, face contorted in pain. Some strands of blonde locks were clinging to the sweat soaked skin on his face.

"Keigo - Keigo," you called to him, hands rising to his shoulders so you could shake him.

It wasn't until he jerked suddenly, eyes opening and head whipping towards you, that you realized he had been sleeping. His labored breathing intensified, but only for a second, before he started to calm down.

His gold eyes were glossy for a second, staring at you blindly, before he started to wake properly. His lips were parted, sharp breaths still escaping him in harsh wisps.

"Are you okay?" you whispered harshly. "Are you sick? You look-..."

You could see a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. Now, with him leaning up a little, you could see the flush of red tinting his skin, all down his chest and across his cheeks. His shoulder muscles were tight and his wings twitched helplessly beneath him.

"I'm f-fine," Hawks answered, voice low and hoarse. He swallowed roughly. "It's - it's a n-normal side effect."

"You're burning up," you hissed, hands touching his skin so carefully, like you would hurt him if you were too rough. "Are you sure you're okay?" you insisted.

"Just need-" he growled, cutting off as he tried to sit up.

His movement had repositioned your hands, causing them to drag from his shoulders to his chest, less you lose stability and collapse on top of him.

It was a familiar touch, a place you had touched him many times before; yet, he froze suddenly, gaze shifting down to your hands as if they were grounding him to this plane of existence.

Hawks' gold eyes fluttered shut and his pained expression softened. He flopped back on the bed, giving up his attempt to sit up as if he had suddenly lost all strength in his body.

Catching on, you uttered into the cold air, "is that what you need? Keigo, do you want me to-"

"Yes," he answered sharply, hissing through the cold, chilled air. He sounded relieved, thankful that you had offered before he had to ask.

"God, fuck - I - I need you, need to - to - be inside you-"

His babbling briefly ceased when you pushed the blankets off yourself and rolled on top of him, a gesture you had done many times before, now a nearly perfect art.

You watched, hypnotized as Hawks arched his back off the bed and flexed his wings until they were sprawled out on either side of him. The beautiful crimson plumes stretched out across the sheets, shuddering in faint waves that matched his heavy breathings.

In the shift, his cock became pinned against your inner thigh. If you didn't known any better, you would have thought he was prodding you with an iron rod pulled straight from the fires of a forge.

It was unbearably hot, hard as steel and painfully poking against your flesh. You could feel his heartbeat through his cock, throbbing against you as if pleading to be touched.

Arousal had never struck you this hard before, with enough force that it made your never regions throb and chest tighten. Blood rushed to your face so quickly, you briefly feared you would pass out.

Now, hovering, looking down at him, it was almost unbearable. It was clear that Hawks was in pain, and you felt a tinge of guilt at the realization that his state had aroused you.

But, the truth was, he looked stunning.

Maybe it was the red flush staining his skin, or the glisten of sweat, shiny with the reflection of the fire burning in the hearth. Maybe it was the way his gold eyes practically glowed through the darkness, staring up at you like a starving predator, glaring with dangerous intent.

Some sort of inhuman growl escaped him and Hawks grabbed at your meaty hips, roughly pulling you forward. It didn't take you long to figure out what he was doing; but, your attempts to aid were waisted, for he simply dragged you down to his liking, until the heat of your sex collided with his face ungracefully.

The first thing you registered was his mouth kissing sloppily at your sex. His tongue followed, lapping at your folds impatiently before breaching your heat. Hawks was always the kind to give sloppy oral; but, this was something else entirely.

He moaned shamelessly when his tongue registered your taste, hips rising off the bed as if attempting to chase a sensation that wasn't there.

Your hands fall onto the wall, and you tried to keep yourself up; but, he wasn't having it, growling and pulling you back down. It was difficult to not go dead weight when his tongue was lapping at your walls, mouth suctioned around your entrance like he was trying to suck juices from a ripe fruit.

One of your hands weaved through his hair, gently massaging his scalp in a praising gesture. It was difficult to get out sensible words. Instead, you moaned broken pieces of his name, thighs trembling on either side of his head.

You had no idea how much time had passed before he seemed satisfied and finally lifted you up enough to remove his mouth. The wet gasp that escaped him, suggesting he had been holding his breath, riddled you with shameful lust.

"You made a mess," Hawks observed deliriously.

He sounded immensely pleased with himself and even leaned in to take another taste, this time honing in on your pearl. You felt more than heard his pleased chuckle when you whined at the sudden touch.

This time, when he pulled away, he let you retreat. As you shimmied down his body, you caught him wiping your essence off his face with a careful finger before popping it in his mouth.

Hawks' skin was still flushed red, all the way up to his ears; but, now, he looked damn smug to top it all off. You couldn't see the look you were wearing, but you knew by the heat on your face that it was lewd.

The cold of the cabin had been lost to you, especially when you positioned your hips over his and felt the head of his cock nuzzle at your entrance, threatening to breach your core.

Hawks' head fell back into the sheets with a whine, eyes squeezing shut. Tantalized by the sight, you intended to tease him a little; however, he nudged his hips forward with a sudden jerk, effortlessly impaling you on his cock, and taking that opportunity away.

"Ohhh, fuck!" Hawks shouted before sucking his bottom lip beneath his teeth. He released it after letting out a low hiss.

You closed your own eyes for a moment, adjusting to the sudden intrusion of his impressive girth, and felt his hands slowly slide up your thighs into the dips of your hips, slotting over a spot he had practically engraved for himself ever since this began.

When your eyes opened, you looked down and took in the deliriously beautiful look on his face. His thumbs nudged your hip bones pleadingly and his eyes opened, peering up at you through dark lashes.

Forgoing any thoughts about teasing, you planted your hands on his chest and rolled your hips. The motion punched a whine out of him. The sound drawled out into a growl when you kept the rhythm, chasing your own pleasure.

"Yeah," he hummed encouragingly. "Come on. Use me. Fuck yourself on my cock. Just like - ahh - fuck..."

You hardly needed the encouragement; but, the dirty words spewing from his lips further ignited the heat in your belly, and you whined in response.

He could have easily pulled your hips down to intensify the moment. Instead, he lifted his hips off the bed to meet yours, effortlessly matching your movement and chasing the delicious warmth and wetness of your core, while letting his hands hold you gently.

"Baby, do you feel good?" Hawks uttered lowly, his pleading question gently breaking through the moment.

"Y-ye-s, Kei - go," you sobbed, stuttering out your response and groaning halfway through his name.

It was always good; but, something about this moment made it more intense than ever before. You could already feel the sensation rising, thighs trembling every time his cock slid back inside, hitting the perfect spot again and again.

"Yeah?" he hummed, sounding so breathless and fucked out, despite you having just barely begun. "You feel good, so fucking good," he praised between labored pants and low moans.

"You're so fucking good to me," Hawks babbled on, head falling back into the sheets, where he closed his eyes. You watched his adam's apple bob, noticed how tight his jaw was clenched.

A growl vibrated through his chest, followed by a breathless sympathy of curses, "oh fuck - oh fuck. Come on, fuck my cock - yeah - ahhh. Ya' hear that? Those sounds. God, you're so f-fucking perfect."

Your union was loud, skin slapping together and wet, fleshy sounds echoing between the two of you.

His dominant hand released your hip and slid around, thumb prodding between your folds and seeking out your pearl. You were already so sensitive, feeling him so deep, teetering on the edge. When his calloused skin touched that spot, you let out a cry.

"Come on this cock," Hawks groaned. "Sooo close - f-fuck. Come on. Come for me. Fucking come. Gonna fill you up. You want that? My seed. Yeah you fucking d-hnn-"

His babbling ceased when your orgasm took you, the sudden spasms and fluttering of your walls making all sensible thoughts drain from his mind.

His hand returned to your hip, fingers gripping your waist, and he started roughly dragging you up and down to meet his thrusts. You went limp, letting him bounce you on his cock to your liking. Your hands slipped off his chest and you fell onto him, forehead knocking gently against his cheek.

You could hear him huffing and grunting, the occasional growl seeping through, right into your ear as he fucked you through your orgasm, and continued on, chasing his end.

His cock throbbed, firmly enough that you felt it and the sensation startled you a little; but, that thought was lost when he let out an uncharacteristically loud shout, crying out in ecstasy.

Hawks had always been loud; but, this was something else entirely, and the moans and growls didn't stop, along with his undulating hips, for what felt like an eternity.

To top it all off, you could feel it, spurts of his seed, burning hot as it filled you. In the corner of your eye, you could make out his feathers, each and every one trembling beneath him.

Then, finally, he went still.

Hawks' panting filled the room, almost loud enough to drown out the crackling of the fireplace. Even after his panting died down, he let out quiet groans, his orgasm having not yet waned in full.

Eventually, he turned his head and pressed a wet kiss against your cheek. You turned your head to meet him, at first catching the corner of his mouth before he angled his head to kiss you properly.

You could practically feel the praises behind each kiss, thank you's and love pouring from his mouth to yours in a nonverbal gesture. His hands ran up and down your back, massaging your skin but also ensuring that you didn't move and he remained deep inside you.

When he finally released your lips, you busied your hands with his wild mane, gently pushing strands away from his face. He seemed to like the preening, letting his eyes flutter shut and head fall back.

You didn't have to ask if he was feeling better. His all-body, harsh red blush had mellowed out and he wasn't panting like a parched dog.

You hadn't realized you were still trembling until he uttered, "it's okay," in a soothing, worried voice.

His hands shifted to your thighs, where he carefully pushed them back and rolled you onto your side, keeping his cock nuzzled deep. His arms wound around your back, bringing you into an embrace while his wings stretched out behind him before sagging comfortably to the bed.

You realized, as he brought you in, that you were still shaking a little. The worry was evident in his eyes, like he had done something wrong.

"D-do you want me to pull out?" he offered in a weak voice.

"It's not that," you replied softly. "That was... intense."

When your eyes locked with his gold orbs, and he took in the sight of your expression, it seemed to steadily become clear to him, what you were feeling. His lips sought our your skin, senselessly kissing whatever he could reach, all over your cheeks, down your chin and along the expansion of your throat.

Hawks’ head fell onto the pillow and his wispy blonde hair tangled with yours. The unease began to fade away as he held you close, bringing the blanket back over your forms when his intense heat finally started to wane. So did the spell, and something concerning struck him.

"Please, tell me if it gets too intense," Hawks uttered, breath fluttering out against your temple. “I’ll-...”

He cut himself because he wasn’t quite what he would do, what he could do. Could he stop? In this moment of clear thoughts, he sure hoped so. But, part of him feared that wasn’t true, and the last thing he wanted was to lie to you about what he was capable of.

You had figured that he had yet to hit the apex of his rut. Yet, his warnings hadn't frightened you in the slightest, especially after what had just occurred. If anything, you were enticed by it. Maybe, in some strange way, it was affecting you to.

"I can handle you," you promised.

You felt more so than heard the uneasy breath that stuttered out his nostrils. Your words stirred something deep in his gut, overcoming the fear, burning arousal and adoration.

[dogwrites]

Hi Dog!! I have a request for you 😈

Do you think you can do maybe Venti x reader or Kazuha x reader where the reader is Traveler and they leave for a long time, but come back to them in perfect condition? and Venti/Kazuha think they left because reader didn’t like them but it’s actually because they had a long commission? thanks!!

Warmth

Pairings: Kazuha x gn!reader,

Summary: His warmth distinguishes when you aren’t around.

Warnings: angst, death, implied death of reader, hurt no comfort, also reader is traveler

A/m: i changed it because i love angst ALSO i think this request really suited Kazuha so i changed it lolz sorry

It was an unusually cold night— and Kazuha wonders why.

It was usually so warm in your shared home, the fireplace lit while you both sat underneath a large blanket as you watched tv, the heater on and the windows closed.

The open oven emitting heat that smelt like sugar, the food radiating that nice warmth when it comes straight out of the microwave. Kazuha was used to that feeling— a feeling of warmth, not only on his body, but in his heart, too.

Though this warmth was something he was rather familiar to— something that he didn’t want to leave his grasp, this warm sensation in his body began to disappear, slowly but surely.

At first he was oblivious to this feeling— the feeling of that tingling feeling leaving his body shortly after you had left. Of course, he thought it would return right away, that unknown emotion slowly draining from his body. Night after night, he hoped, he knew that it would return, that you would return…

but he was wrong.

everyday began to feel like a month long ever since your presence went away. He missed the times you both spent together, the times that the familiar warmth was shared between you both, the times where you could simply look at him and he would have an annoyingly teasing smile painted on his face.

Yet, the funny feeling he felt hasn’t been so familiar lately.

What do you call that feeling? That feeling that bubbles up inside of you at times of intimacy?

It’s been over a month since your disappearance. Kazuha’s been keeping up his calm profile for a long time now— nobody has been able to suspect a thing is wrong so far. Yet, no matter how long he keeps up this facade for, it seems like he gets worse every day, like something is constantly tearing him in half— curiosity mostly.

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Kazuha was found laying in bed, silent as he gazed up towards the detailed ceiling. Thoughts about your whereabouts clouded his mind— his mind already foggy enough as it is.

His eyes wore dark bags underneath them, his bright and determined eyes now only shining with a sickly feeling. His peaceful aura was reduced to a sad one, the only “calm” left of him was his facade.

It felt like he hasn’t gotten up in days, weeks, months, maybe. It’s as if everything was taken away from him— you.

Of course, he knows that you’re coming back. He knows that you’re by the doorstep, unlocking the door and rushing to give him a big hug. He knows that you’re going to kiss him like you need it to survive. He knows…

Aha, what is he thinking? He knows you’re dead. He knows that you’re buried 6 feet under by now. He knows that whoever killed you is heartless and a sick bastard. He knows that…

…Kazuha heard a knock at the front door. He desperately hoped that it was your knuckles banging on the wooden door, even though he knows damn well that it’s not.

He took in a deep breath and smiled, rubbing his eyes to make it seem like he was alright, before sluggishly getting up to greet the person at his door.

“Hm? Who might you be?” Kazuha questioned as he opened the door, greeted by a small, floating thing whose arms were outstretched, holding some sort of letter. “Oh, it’s you, Paimon.”

“Um… Paimon doesn’t know what to do… so Paimon wants to stay here for now,” She muttered, Kazuha grabbing the envenlope from her hands.

“Also, Paimon was asked— no, told to give this to you. Um, may Paimon come in?”

Kazuha silently moved over, letting Paimon enter his home as he shut the door, opening the envenlope.

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To my dearest Kazuha,

I know that this is silly, writing a letter to you while you’re next to me. Ha, you might even be reading this over my shoulder. Sneaky little boy, you’ve always been such a curious one from the day that i’ve met you.

I want you to know that I wrote this in advance, in case worst comes to worse and I can’t see you anymore. I love you, Kazuha. If you’re reading this, it means i’m probably in a… bad state. If im able to come back to your arms again, pretend that this never happened!

I’ve asked Paimon, that whenever i’m in a no-surviving situation, she would reach into my pocket and deliver this to you. I made sure to pack it with me wherever I go. I’ve gotta be cautious, right?

Anyways. What i’m saying is… I don’t want you to waste the rest of your life. Continue to be that one sneaky little bastard i’ve grown to love. And maybe we will see each other in another life. Ah, how I do hate fate.

You hate fate too, don’t you? You’ve told me how you hate the way things end. How you hate the way everyone lives and dies. Heh, sad, isn’t it? The way that Celestia does us no good for all the work we’ve done for it.

Kazuha, I love you. I love you so much.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I’m sorry if i’m not there any longer. I tried my best to live, I really did.

Kaedehara Kazuha, i’m sorry for not being able to marry you like you’ve always wanted. Shall we meet again in another life, we will get married. I’m sure of it.

Love,

L/n Y/n, formerly known as “Traveler”

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“Kazu…ha?” Paimon asked, hovering Kazuha as he read through the letter. Over and over again has he read it— praying that this was some sort of hologram, praying that you meant nothing that you said. But he knows. He knows you wouldn’t play such a shitty prank on him.

What do you call that feeling? That feeling that bubbles up inside of you at times of intimacy? That feeling that makes you want to speak up, but you can’t? Oh, right. It’s…

“I… I love you too.” He sniffled, a single tear falling onto the paper before a few others came along after it. Had he told you to stay one more day, you would still be here. Had he only gone with you— only kept his promise to protect you, you would still feel that shared tingle underneath the large blanket on the sofa.

He isn’t warm anymore. He feels cold and bland. His heat has disappeared, the familiar and comfortable tingles are no more. All that’s left is the shell of a hardworking man.

The shell of a man who once felt warm.

bro i actually love angst like actually

[badapricot]

Lovely Writer: Special 1

This is a rough translation of the first Lovely Writer special. There are 8 in total and other side stories that the author compiled. I’ll try to post 1 a week since they do vary in length, and some are a lot lengthier than this one.

This special is from Nubsib’s POV and it’s about Nubsib remembering his feelings for Gene after seeing him on Facebook, and becoming fixated. Nubsib is 15 at the time and Gene is 20.

At that time, I was in the ninth grade.

Since middle school, my parents had sent me to study abroad with my brother. Because of the wealth of my family, this was never an inconvenience. But living alone in a place that wasn’t your home country required a lot of adjustment, mainly doing everything on your own. You had to learn things that you’ve never seen and known. 

This was one of the methods of teaching the sons of the Thanakitpaisan family.

It was their luck to have a son who was mature since childhood. It didn't take long for me to get used to the culture there, where I went to parties, attended sports clubs, worked a part-time job, and even had typical American teen sex. Being Asian did give me some advantages, when it came to distinguishing myself from the others.

I could only smile when talking to the many blonde women who bragged about our experiences in bed, amongst their group of friends. After some time, I felt differently about it.

"Sib.”

"Yes?" I leaned back on the sofa, and raised my head from his screen when I heard my name.

Neung came downstairs. He was wearing a thick gray cardigan with a scarf. "I’m going to go meet a friend. You're not going anywhere today, right? "

"Hmm."

"Okay, I might be coming back late. Please get my package when it arrives. You’re not going out with your girlfriend, right?”

"We broke up.”

"Huh?” Neung frowned. "You dumped another one? Again? You know, you don’t have the face of a womanizer.”

"…"

Neung opened the door of the house. For a moment, the cool outside air blew in, until the hot air from the heater disappeared. I didn’t care much about either, and stayed looking at my phone screen.

I’m not a womanizer.

It’s just that every time I got together with a girlfriend, something felt wrong. I knew I wasn’t in love with the first girl. The others, I didn’t like particularly much. Sometimes the girls didn’t like me much either, and only wanted a partner themselves, so we’d eventually separate.

It was true, that I was only in the ninth grade. But sex here was too normalized. It had become so normal that I’d become bored. When sex became so commonplace, all excitement was lost.

Mom: (send picture)

Mom: I’ve sent you Thai ingredients that should be delivered soon. They’ll be waiting for you.

Mom: Today, I went to see Aunt Run, do you still remember the house next door? Today is the Aunt's birthday. All of her sons have come home.

Mom: I saw it and I missed you and Neung.

I looked at the message that popped up, from the other side of the world. It was dark here, but over there it was probably in the middle of the day. It was time for them to eat.

Mom: Do you remember Gene? Gene and Jap are all grown up.

Gene?

After reading my mother’s message, it was natural to think of the past. I missed it. During my childhood I would run and play with him everyday, and just the same, Gene would play with me almost every day.

I still remembered “P’Gene” clearly after all these years.

We were five years apart. But we somehow became closer than me and my own brother. Since I moved out of the house, we never saw each other again. We didn’t have any more contact with each other.

When my mother talked about that time, I felt nostalgic.

I moved my finger to type to ask for a picture from my mother. In the end, I sent a simple sticker. I sat on the sofa in the living room for awhile before retiring to my bedroom to shower.

In my warm bedroom,  so different from the night air outside, I picked up my phone again. I went to Facebook to catch up with everything back home. My finger kept scrolling through my news feed, my face blank. I started to feel sleepy, but before I could fall asleep I saw a status.

I wasn’t friends with the person who posted. But I was friends with his mother, who was tagged in the photo.

Jap Jarernpipat posted a picture.

This year, my mother has lost another year, haha.

In the picture was a group of six people. The background was a wide garden and a long table. Both of my parents, and Auntie Run and Uncle Teep were there. But the one that most caught the eye was the man in the lower right corner.

The other person grinned until his eyes were crescents. His hands were raised, flashing a peace sign. His hand held a cake tray with a delicious golden egg. The corner of the mouth was stained with white cream, like he was teasing someone. He was smiling, which made his cheeks round and full.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. For a second, there was a strange numbness in my fingertips and toes.

I didn’t need anyone to tell me who that was.

P’Gene.

He was still wearing a white uniform shirt. It had been many years since we’d met, if counted by age. Gene would have been in university for three years.

Usually, I was the kind of person who didn’t care about the people around me, or anyone else. But this time, I couldn't control my fingertips. I clicked onto Jap’s Facebook page.

Chasing him down, I found a status posted with the person I was looking for tagged.

Jap Jarernpipat posted a picture

My brother brought me to the movies. What kind of crazy alien movie is this? I might puke, but maybe you guys on Facebook will like it.

The post was from three days ago. One was a picture of a cinema ticket on the top floor of a department store in the heart of Bangkok and the other was of P’Gene in a T-shirt and jeans. He hugged a bucket of popcorn. His hand was holding a large glass of water, lifting it up to his lips and sucking. It was a funny candid photo that many of his friends on Facebook commented on to make fun of him.

...but for me, the only word that came to mind was “lovely”.

I didn’t know why I was doing this but I pressed “save that image”.

Jap Jarernpipat posted a picture

My stupid little brother, you make the whole house look bad.

They were in a garden in the corner of the house that felt familiar to me, but was a little fuzzy. They were in front of a flower bush that had been trimmed into a square. Gene was sitting down, with his butt on the ground. A blue hose fell next to him, the hose spraying in another direction. It made him wet all over soaking his shirt, the thin material clinging to his body.

Both of his arms were behind him, to support his body. Therefore, his shirt and body were stretched, so I could see two small nubs contrasted and poking through his white shirt.

My eyebrows furrowed together, and I frowned.

I cursed when my body immediately had a strong reaction, just from the one picture.

I pressed the comment section, when I saw the high number of comments.

Jiranon Jarernpipat: Jap stop posting pictures of other people.

(Reply) Jap Jarernpipat attached video clip.

I clicked play immediately.

"Ow, P’Jap!”

“Hahaha, why would you say you’ll help me water the plants? You can help if the grass is dead.”

“Can you turn off the water for me first? Why are you recording?”

P’Gene raised his white hand. He wiped the water from his face, and pushed himself off  the ground. His shirt clung to his body, so I could see everything. He had the voice of a man, but he was still so cute.

Finally, the clip ended.

There were still a lot of other videos that Jap posted pranking Gene, all of which stopped me from becoming bored. I saved all of them to my phone and computer. In the end, when more and more accumulated, I created a whole separate folder.

That night when I fell asleep, my brain was filled with pictures of the boy next door, who I hadn’t seen in years.

Another morning, days later, I woke up frowning, and I had to gently breathe out. I’d dreamt of P’Gene again. Since seeing that picture that night, there hadn’t been a day where I could go without seeing his face.

I knew Gene’s Facebook. But he didn’t update much, except to change his avatar or cover photo. But Jap’s Facebook page had tons of pictures of Gene. So I was still able to look at Gene’s pictures and progress in life everyday, like some kind of psychopath.

Even when I closed my eyes to sleep sometimes, I still saw his pictures.

I didn’t want to be this way, but I couldn’t control my subconscious.

I always saw Gene lying in my wide bed. He would smile at me, his cheeks soft and reddish. His hands would hold on to me, and his mouth would gently say, “Sib.”

It was a fantasy that any teenage boy would have. But it wasn’t a woman. Instead, it was the boy next door, who always loved and saw me as a brother.

I circled back to look at his pictures every day. In the end, the feeling accumulated like a huge mountain of snow.

I want to meet him in real life.

I want to hug him.

I want to smell him. 

I want to kiss his mouth. I want to do to him what I do in my dreams.

Since the day I saw his picture and until today, my thoughts and feelings had become more and more intense. So intense, that sometimes I was afraid of myself.

I’d already decided how I’d deal with this.

“Will you finish school here?” Neung had packed all his bags and was ready to go because he finished his studies. I leaned against the door frame, looking into his room.

“Actually, it’s nice here too, you know.”

"No, I'm going home."

“So you’ve changed your mind then?”

I nodded.

“Well, our house is nice and of course, our parents miss you too.”

"…"

"I'm not going to be here anymore, don't bring any women into the house...but you're not dating any girls lately. So it's fine."

I sent off my brother, who took a taxi straight to the airport to go back home to Thailand. Personally, I still had a year to complete my studies.

In the past, I had never thought or worried about how fast or slow time would pass. But now, I felt jealous of my brother.

Back at the house, I picked up the phone. I was still for a while. Maybe it was because Neung had returned to Thailand, but I felt like chasing pictures wasn’t enough anymore. My fingers moved before I could decide to send a message to someone.

Nubsib tanagijpaisarn: P'Jap.

Nubsib tanagijpaisarn: Do you remember me?

I wanted to talk to someone who could tell me everything about P’Gene. 

I wanted to learn everything about him.

[fatui-gf]

hello dear! your works are my current obsession i love them all!! youre v good :)

ive been thinking about like, coming home after a long dag of working to diluc and making dinner together and taking a stroll outside the winery and just soft domestic fluff??? whag i wouldnt do for that man heheh!!

have a good rest of your day n keep up the good work!!!

Hiiii!! Thank you so much for your kind words, it really means a lot to me and helps me keep motivated!! I’ve actually already planned to write some fluff for Diluc, he’s one of my favs, haha. Anyways, I hope you like this fluffy scenario! I took an artistic liberty and made the reader and Diluc married, I think it fits the domestic, sweet vibe and I hope you won’t mind :D

Diluc x reader - Can we kiss forever? (sfw fluff, the reader is gn as per usual)

word count: 1680

It was a tough day for the adventurer’s guild today. Loads of work and not that many people to take care of everything. If you said you weren’t tired then you’d be lying.

It wasn’t completely exhausting but you still couldn’t keep your mind off Diluc, especially during the end of the commissions you were supposed to do. Your mind would crawl back to him, the memories and how much you wanted to see him again, remembering the good morning kiss he had placed on your cheek. You touched your face, caressing the spot that had kissed earlier, lost in thought.

Are you done with your work today? - a familiar voice approached as you paused in your actions.

It was the fellow adventurer from the guild. You averted your eyes, a little flustered that they had seen you daydream just now.

Yeah, I was about to head home right now - you said, giving them a friendly smile.

Alright then, see you again tomorrow! - they exclaimed happily as you turned your own way.

Phew, they didn’t question what you were so intensely thinking about. You smiled to yourself as your mind drifted to your husband again.

You headed to the general goods store to get a few ingredients for dinner. You remembered your agreement with your husband that today the both of you were going to cook together.

After the shopping was done, you headed to the Dawn Winery where Diluc was waiting for you. He had already cleaned the kitchen and prepared what he could. You’ve placed the paper bag with ingredients on the counter as you spread your arms, inviting Diluc for a welcome hug which he gladly accepted. You stayed like that for a little longer, him enjoying the closeness he always missed.

It was beautiful to finally see the man feeling appreciated. He still needed a lot of reassurance, though. After what he has been through, he can’t let anyone he loves so much leave his side anymore. You were like treasure to him, someone whom he would always protect and take care of. He was devoted. Actually, really devoted and committed to the relationship. Most people wouldn’t necessarily describe him as a romantic person and truth be told, his stoic demeanor might suggest that. However, he tried his best to make you smile and happy, usually in the most subtle ways. You could notice he never forgot to greet you with a kiss in the morning or how he would gently hold your hand when you were nearby. It was the little things for him, mostly in the comfort of our own home, away from the sight of others. He didn’t need to show everyone you were his nor did he need the approval of strangers. All that mattered to him was the truth of your feelings.

Cooking the dinner today was entirely his idea, he thought it would be a great bonding experience and quite honestly, he loved your cooking, mostly because it was made by you. The love and effort that was put into a dish mattered more than the rich flavour or a skillful technique used to make it. It was special because it was made with care and hope that he will like it.

After pulling away from the long embrace, Diluc shot you a smile. It wasn’t that rare to see him smile, it was a part of the mask he would put on for the public but seeing him smile so happily and most importantly, truthfully was the best you could see.

He grabbed your hand and led you closer to the counters. You pulled out all the necessary stuff. You were going to make a “once upon a time in Mondstadt” (Diluc’s special dish). He watched you with eyes oh so full of love as you did tasks as mundane as preparing the meat for the meal.

He approached you from behind, putting his strong hands on yours as if he was leading you with them. You could feel the warmth gleaming from his bare hands, he was comfortable enough around you to take off his gloves, besides, he loved to feel your skin on his. It was so simple, yet so intimate.

You weren’t doing anything special but you felt like a royalty, so lucky to have him and so lucky to enjoy the time together. “This… is what love is about, right?” you thought to yourself.

You spent such a great time cooking the dish together, your laughter and sounds of endless conversations filled the mansion’s walls. When the meal was done, you’ve brought it to the table which was set by Diluc earlier. The white tablecloth was dotted with red rose petals and a few candles waited to be lit. Cliche but still cute, you could tell he’s put a lot of care and thought into it. You sat down and enjoyed the meal together. Diluc would sometimes reach his hand to meet yours, feeling your touch, you being close to him, appreciating your looks. You were perfect in his eyes and he was so glad he could have a more romantic dinner with you. It’s always good to romanticize simple tasks and make them something more special. He appreciated your every move, even if it was clumsy, he still adored it.

It was so good, I think we might have to do this more often - you laughed as you were putting the dirty dishes away to the kitchen.

Everything for you - he said, putting his large hands on your cheeks and gently caressing them before he placed a small peck on your forehead.

You shot a quick glance to the window and noticed that the sun was about to get. Your eyes widened and got brighter.

Diluc! Let’s go see the sunset together!

You made your way out of the Dawn Winery, taking a short stroll nearby before you settled down to sit on the grass. It was a little damp but that didn’t matter to either of you. You kept looking at the sky with the biggest smile, your eyes looked so beautiful in this lightning, someone couldn’t take their eyes off you. Your joy was so amusing, how a person could get so excited by something that happens everyday. Diluc quietly placed his hand on top of yours which you gripped, giving him the little thumb rub to show affection. He then averted his gaze from you, directing it at the scenery before him. It really did look beautiful, how the sun basically painted the nearby trees and such with its colors.

He was so happy to share this moment with you, just the two of you. As soon as the sun set, he could feel a playful push on his shoulder and there he landed, fully on the grass. He couldn’t help but laugh at your joyful shenanigans and pulled you closer into a kiss. As you pulled away, you placed your hair behind your ear, looking at your husband laying there underneath you. He actually looked so happy, he got everything he missed. It wasn’t long before you found yourself on the grass, now the red-haired man being the one more in control. Both of you giggled as you messed around with each other, just enjoying the company. You grabbed a strand of his beautiful hair and he reached to you once again, smiling before you could feel his lips on yours.

Can we kiss forever? Can we stay like this… forever? - you could hear Diluc ask after he pulled away.

You’ve placed your arms around his neck, giving him a smirk.

I really want to spend the rest of my life by your side - you said.

Do you promise? - he asked, sticking out his pinky finger - Pinky promise?

Pinky promise!

You know you can never break these, do you?

I wouldn’t dare.

Diluc took your hand, helping you get up. While you were tidying your clothes, he asked if you would like to walk around a little more. You agreed and the both of you proceeded to take a stroll near the winery, holding hands all the time during the process.

I’m so tired - you said after entering the mansion and taking off your shoes.

I’ll make something warm for you to drink before you go to sleep, it would be a shame if you caught a cold - your husband said with care.

You sat yourself on the couch, wrapping your body in a blanket, waiting for the hot beverage to arrive along with your portable heater, aka Diluc.

He came back to you after a while, holding a cup with hot chocolate and a plate with homemade chocolate chip cookies he has made before. Who would’ve known Diluc was so good at not only cooking, but also baking? He handed you the cup and placed the plate on the table.

Would you be so kind to let me in? - he asked as you laughed at his polite tone.

You lifted up the blanket, letting the red-haired man snuggle underneath it and wrap his arms around you. The fireplace was also lit, the glimmering light and Diluc’s loving embrace made you feel instantly warmer.

You kept taking sips of the hot cocoa and tasting the cookies. This is what home tastes like. You could feel your cheeks lighting up whenever your husband would give you a peck, not sure if he was trying to get your attention or just shower you completely with love. Nevertheless, it was beautiful.

After a while, Diluc could feel you drifting away to the dream land in his embrace. He carefully lifted you up from the couch, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He made sure to carefully tuck you in without disrupting your sleep. After getting ready for bed, he lied down next to you, taking a look at your sleepy expression before gently kissing your nose. He reached out to turn off the light and pulled you close into his embrace once again.

Goodnight, love - he whispered even though you couldn’t hear it.

[reidgraygubler]

hot cocoa and cuddles part two (spencer reid/reader)

Title:  hot cocoa & cuddles (part 2) Request: no Couple: Spencer Reid/Gender Neutral!Reader  Category: fluff Content Warning: swearing (if any), mentions of a case/s, mentions of illnesses, tbh idk what else to tag Word Count: 2,348 Summary: the team returns back to maryland/dc after the case in alaska. reader discovers they still can’t warm up, even after everything they do. spencer tries to help out, again A/N: the long awaited part 2 of hot cocoa and cuddles. this is for the people who want to read part two and those who were looking forward to it… o.o thanks for all the love and support! Check out my masterlist! 

part one

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I pulled my sweater cardigan tighter around my body and shivered slightly. I pulled my hands away from my sweater and wrapped them around my hot mug, which was just hot tea. My eyes de-focused on the desktop in front of me. Anything Penelope and Aaron were saying went in one ear and out the other.

“You okay there, Honeybee?” Derek asked, looking over at me. I shivered and looked over at him. All eyes were on me as I tried to make myself not shake from my freezing-ness. “We’ve said your name like 6 times.”

“We’ve been home for 2 weeks and I am still freezing,” I spoke through clenched teeth. I wrapped my hands around my mug, which was slowly getting colder. “I have done literally everything to keep warm, and I’m still freezing.” I shook my head. 

“Maybe you should get a cat,” Emily spoke up. I looked over at her and furrowed my eyebrows. “Sergio keeps me pretty warm at night.” She smiled at me. I laughed lightly and shook my head.

“My apartment doesn’t allow pets,” I mumbled and stared at the table. I shrugged and shook my head. “I guess I just live in this constant state of forever being cold.” I frowned.

“Maybe you should get your blood check. You could have low iron,” Spencer spoke up, tapping his fingers on the tabletop. I looked over at him and shook my head. “Being cold can be a symptom of low iron… You could be anemic... hypothyroidism is always a possibility,” he continued on his ramble/.

“Hey, Spence?" I asked as I looked at him, my hands wrapping tighter around my mug, which at this point was starting to get lukewarm. 

“Yeah." He looked over at me with a smile. 

“I don’t think I need you to tell me of my impending doom because I’m cold. I went to Alaska, not a hospital filled with a bunch of sickly people,” I whispered. Spencer lifted his finger to retort but failed when I shot him a glare. 

“Get a boyfriend.” JJ smiled at me. I looked at her, trying to hide my smile but clearly failing. “Like your own personal space heater in bed. Body heat is a wonderful thing,” she mused as she flipped her file open. I shook my head as I glanced at Spencer. 

“Yeah, I’ll look into getting a boyfriend or my own personal space heater. Although, I’m not entirely sure if my apartment will allow those,” I pouted. JJ laughed and shook her head.

“Hey, Honeybee, I’m always free if you need a personal space heater.” Derek smirked at me. I laughed harder than I should have and looked at him.

“You seriously expect me to sleep in the same bed as you, Derek Morgan?” I cackled and shook my head. Spencer shifted in his seat and kept his eyes down on the file in front of him. 

“You shared a bed with Pretty Boy over there.” Derek nodded to my friend beside me. I tensed up slightly and glared at him.

“Better him than you, to be honest.” I flashed him a teasing smile. 

“Guys, let’s get back on the task at hand. Garcia,” Aaron spoke up as he looked back at Penelope. I stifled my laughter as I looked back at Derek. He grumbled something under his breath as he looked back at his file. 

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I swear my heater was up so high (or as high as my bill would allow), I had my fluffiest and coziest pair of socks on, and at least 3 different sized hoodies on… The Alaska case was several weeks ago, I’ve been home ever since then… So why am I as cold as I am? And why can’t I warm up? Maybe I should take Derek up on his offer. Though, I think that’d be a whole new line I’d cross. Hard pass, thank you very much.

I should be asleep right now. 1:30 in the morning and I was sitting in bed with a hot water bottle pressed to my body. Something is wrong and I don’t know what. Crap, what if Spencer was right? What if I do have low iron or anemia? Or that hydro… Hypothyroidism, whatever that could be… I should ask him what that means. I wonder if he would be willing to be my personal space heater again. I mean, I know I kept him warm every bit as he kept me warm when we were in Alaska. And, he knows I’ve been cold. Listen, I’m just trying to rationalize wanting to cuddle Spencer Reid. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t stopped thinking about that. And, I wouldn’t be upset if it happened again.

“Screw this,” I muttered as I climbed out of bed with a blanket around my body. I shook my head as I muttered profanities under my breath. My body shook as I walked towards the front door of my apartment. I slipped my shoes on and left the house, freezing as I left my warm home. 

And then I found myself standing just outside of Spencer’s apartment. Better him over Derek, I kept repeating to myself. I have a better relationship with him than Derek. Derek is more of an older brother to me. Spencer... I don’t know what he is to me. But he definitely isn't an older brother...

“Just… knock,” I whispered as I brought my fist to the door. It’s nearly two in the morning. I hope he wasn’t asleep. Although, knowing Spencer he was probably awake, reading over some old files. 

“What… What are you doing here?” Spencer’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I blinked before staring at him. He was wearing a black t-shirt and red and black checkered pj pants. Though his hair was messy and disheveled, he was definitely not asleep.  

“Just… Just coming to see how you’re doing,” I lied and shrugged. Spencer looked at me, raising an eyebrow. It was clear he wasn’t so sure of my answer. But to be fair, I wasn’t sure about my answer either.

“What’s really going on?” he asked, stepping to the side, silently inviting me in. I looked around his apartment and took a deep breath. His home always smelled like cinnamon and spice. I probably enjoyed it too much. Although, it made me feel warm… Which I was okay with. Answering Spencer’s question didn’t even cross my mind until I turned back and looked at him. “Is everything okay?” he asked again once I was facing him. I took a deep breath as I tugged on the ends of my sleeves.

“Uh, I was just… I was just thinking about the Alaska trip.” I wrinkled my nose as I looked anywhere but Spencer’s face. I was only mildly embarrassed that I was here… asking Spencer if he would want to cuddle with me… because I’m so cold. Man, I’m happy Spencer isn’t the teasing type. Not that he’d tease me about this. I know that anyone else would though… 

“What about the Alaska trip?” Spencer looked at me, his tone telling me he was very wary about my statement. I looked at the ground and shrugged.

“Just something you said, I guess,” I started as I looked at him, “Well, something you said earlier today,” I shrugged as I looked back down at the ground. I really wanted my blanket and hot water bottle. Even though I was warmer in his apartment, I was still cold. “Could I really be sick? Is that why I’m so cold?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest as I looked back at him. A shiver worked its way down my body and all the way to the tips of my toes and fingers. 

“Come on, I’m gonna make you hot chocolate, and then we’re gonna go lay in my bed, under the covers.” He held a hand out for me to take. I stared at it for a moment before carefully resting my hand in his. He clasped his fingers around mine before leading me to his kitchen.

“You didn’t answer my questions, Spencer. You know more than anyone that avoiding a question means your keeping something from someone.” I watched as he made two large mugs of hot cocoa.  

He still didn’t answer my questions as we walked towards his bedroom. And, in fact, he was silent up until I was sitting beside him on the bed, holding my mug of hot chocolate close to my body. Even though I was now in a warmer home, with a hot drink, several blankets, and the warmest person I know (despite his sometimes icy hands), I was still very cold. So, I looked over at him, watching as he flipped through the pages of his book.

“Are you going to answer my questions?” I asked, reaching over and placing my mug on the side table. Spencer looked over at me with a raised brow, slightly closing his book. “Am I actually dying?” I asked, feeling a certain fear grow in my tone. 

“You’re not dying,” he said as he folded the corner of the page in his book before closing it. I watched as he set it on his side table. 

“You don’t sound very convincing.” I shrugged, pulling one of my several blankets tighter around me. Spencer looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. He carefully gestured for me to move closer to him, and when I hesitated, he pulled me closer to him.

“You’re not dying. You’re not sick. You’re just cold. Everyone knows you’re probably the one who gets cold the most. Even when we were in Florida, you were cold,” Spencer said as he kept his arms around my body, holding me close to his. His body temperature was definitely warming me up, just like it had a few weeks prior.

“Hey! That’s because the stupid officers had the A/C on 65! It was freezing!” I moved away from him and looked at his face. I could feel a giggly smile grow on my face as I kept my eyes on him. “You giving me your sweater was like a gift from God.” I looked down at him. 

“I think that’s the fourth sweater that’s gone missing?” He copied my smile before laughing. I looked away from him, trying to play innocent. “And the only common denominator is you.” Spencer poked my nose before he pulled me back closer to him. I rolled my eyes before curling back into his side. The goosebumps that were once on my arms and exposed skin, were now fading away the longer I stayed beside Spencer.

“If it makes you feel any better, they were quite warm.” I smiled. I left out the part that I enjoyed that they smelled like him. “And, I’ll return them washed,” I added, again leaving out that I’ll be sad that they won’t hold his scent. 

“If they weren’t my favorite sweaters, I would say keep them. But I’m rather fond of two of those.” Spencer looked down at me with a warm smile. I laughed.

“Thanks for letting me in. I know it’s late. I promise I won’t make this a habit,” I laughed as I looked out onto the blankets in front of me. Part of me wondered what temperature Spencer had his furnace on, and how it was so warm. Mostly because my furnace was on pretty high and it was still like an icebox in my apartment. 

“It’s okay, really. You should work on getting a portable heater for your house and desk just so they warm up faster,” Spencer suggested.

I almost, very nearly, said “But then that’d mean I can’t come over anymore,” But I didn’t. So, I just stayed silent.

“Like Garcia said, your own personal space heater,” Spencer laughed. Though, I cringed, remembering what Derek had said.

“Yeah? Or I could just get a Derek Morgan.”

“Who would want him as a boyfriend,” he scoffed, sounding mildly hurt with my joke. I looked up at him with furrowed brows before sitting upright. 

“I never said I wanted him as my boyfriend. I was joking that he said he could be my space heater or a boyfriend. I was saying… What I meant was I could get a boyfriend instead. Because, you know…. Cuddling is a good way to-” 

“What if it was me,” he asked, cutting me off so swiftly. I had to look at him to make sure he actually said what he said, because he was so quiet and he said it so fast, I almost wasn’t sure.

“You want…” I furrowed my eyebrows, again, as I stared at him. Spencer was looking down at the blankets, probably wondering to himself if he actually said what he said. “Spencer, if you wanted to ask me out all you had to do was ask.” Okay, I was definitely warming up a lot faster now, feeling my blood rush from a sudden secondhand embarrassment that I didn’t really want to feel.

“It’s a lot more than that,” he muttered as he looked at me. I furrowed my eyebrows before reaching a hand up to his face. I carefully guided him so he was looking right at me. 

“It really isn’t… Like, ask me a question, any question.” I smiled, feeling my fingertips warm up under the warmth of his skin.

“Can I kiss you,” he asked, his voice very soft. I smiled before nodding, feeling a newfound excitement flood my body. Spencer lifted his hands and cupped my face, warming my cheeks instantly, before leaning closer to me. 

As his lips connected with mine, I finally felt warm for the first time in weeks. His arms holding me close to his body, like he became my own personal space heater, again. I could sense that he knew I was warming up because when he pulled away from me and looked down at me, he was smiling.

“I’d be okay if I made a habit of this.” Spencer nodded as he carefully ran a hand through my hair. I couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Good.” I smiled before pressing my lips to his for a moment, “Because I could too.”

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InuKag Week 2021: Day 2

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Day 2 Warmth

The summer heat wasn’t exactly pleasant to be in, but the cool breeze made it tolerable during the day when she was out working to gather supplies for herself and Kaede. However, at night, her personal space heater of a husband wasn’t exactly nice to sleep so close to.

They had switched over to summer bedding fairly quickly this year, but Inuyasha radiated enough heat that she thought he could also have been a reason the season came early this year. He snorted and shuffled in his sleep, quick to latch on to her any time she made an attempt to move away from the actual fire robed man sharing her bed.

Kagome let out a squeal of disappointment as she felt herself being dragged back under the covers, having just escaped his bear trap legs.

“Noooo,” she whined, “you’re so hot and I hate ittt.” She knew she sounded like a child whining, but she also knew that it was falling on deaf ears. He would be upset and probably worry if he knew she found his body temperature too much to handle at night.

He put a lot of thought into everything she said and did, now that they were married.

Kagome brushed her sticky hair from her forehead, wishing she could just slip away long enough to take a quick dip into the river and be chilled enough to cuddle with him. She loved that he had become a cuddler but didn’t love that he was an actual coal laying in her bed.

Inuyasha snorted and pulled her even closer to herself. He had taken to sleeping nearly naked now that the weather was warmer, and she swore to herself it made it worse. Nothing was trapping his heat in from her – she was left to experience it on full blast at night.

Sango had laughed at her when she complained the other day about the issue and told her to feel lucky that she hadn’t wound up with a baby over the situation. The pointed look at her youngest gave Kagome the impression he had maybe come from a similar situation.

Finally, a breeze drifted through the room and cooled Kagome down enough to close her eyes and beg for sweet relief. But as soon as it arrived, it vanished.

Groaning loudly, Kagome promised herself a nap tomorrow in the shade.

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Inuyasha hated hot weather. It was the worst and this year it seemed to have arrived with a vengeance that he wasn’t ready for. Kagome kept lots of water in the house, careful to keep hydrated as she didn’t want a repeat of her first summer in the feudal era.

It wasn’t fun for either of them how heat sick she had gotten, not used to the lack of conbinis to get a cold water bottle at.

Kagome always seemed to run a little bit colder than him. He chalked it up to her being of a significantly smaller stature than him, but sometimes he worried about her. She worked just fine in the cold and was quick to bundle up if necessary. She had socks and scarves that covered her up when necessary and when the sun was out the top of her head quickly warmed up.

But like him, she seemed to hate the heat.

“Are you sure it’s not some demon we can go kill to get a nice cool spring?” she had asked him one night while she laid on their bed, enjoying him fanning her exposed abdomen.

“If it was, I would have done it already.”

Kagome’s eyes were closed, but her mouth betrayed her amusement. “Maybe you killed the wrong demon and now we’re being punished for it.”

“Nah, that’d be on you. You’re the last one to kill a demon.”

Kagome’s hands lifted to smack her face. “I don’t think a snake demon trying to kill Kaede is what caused this heat.”

Inuyasha stopped fanning her and ran a finger down her stomach, tapping just above her belly button. “But it could have disrupted the balance of things.”

Kagome peeked one eye at him. “I’d hit you if I wasn’t so gosh darn hot.”

Inuyasha just smiled at her, picking up the large fan to keep cooling his wife off.

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Well, this was going to be a joke that she regretted teaching Inuyasha. In her defense she was a little bit more than tipsy, having thoroughly enjoyed herself at the village elder’s daughter’s wedding, but damn. Did she really have to go and teach her husband some modern slang?

Where was her sensibility?

Inuyasha had a steel trap mind when it came to remembering things from the modern era that she taught him about. At first, in her youth, she had thought it was a child-like wonder that had him so enraptured by the information she shared, but now she knew it was his way of connecting to her.

It had been a particularly long day, full of planting, harvesting, and roof mending after the large thunderstorm had ravaged the nearby area. Inuyasha had been doing most of the heavy lifting, leaving the menial and tedious work to the other men.

It suited him just fine. He wasn’t as dexterous and hated having to carve out sections to lay snuggly together.

He was sweaty and nearly overheated by the time he made it to the river to wash himself off, running into his bride also taking advantage of the cool waters to bring her own body temperature down.

“It is so hot.” Kagome lulled her head back and stared at him, her mouth frowning in displeasure.

His eyes flashed quickly, and before she could tell him no, Inuyasha quipped back, “Sorry. Should I leave?”

Her frown dropped to a slacked open mouth expression.

He couldn’t have been serious.

Ah, but he was. The pride and joy in his face told her that he was quite pleased with himself for having remembered the comeback. Lifting her head, Kagome contemplated her next move.

“Sure. Wouldn’t want you to boil the nice cold water with all that hotness.”

Inuyasha paused. He didn’t know how to respond honestly. So he said whatever came to mind. “You won’t need a fire in your house with all this hotness.”

This caused Kagome to loudly snort, before she started to half-choke, half-laugh. She gasped out a, “WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT ONE?” before he took her bucket to splash himself off.

He didn’t respond, not wanting to hear anything besides her laughter.

Kagome may have hated the heat and dreaded the warm bed she knew she was going to trapped in tonight, but it was worth it to hear Inuyasha refer to himself as ‘hotness’.

[obeymebabes]

I know you have lots of requests right now so no rush, do this whenever you get to it, and thank you for making all of these cute headcanons and fics!! ☺️✨ Could I please request a headcanon of the brothers and the undateables’ reactions to an MC who is always really cold/ has a low body temperature and what they would do to help? Hoping for some cuddles, hot chocolate and other cute stuff if possible :3 Thank you for all your hard work! 💖 ~ 🔮👅🔮

This took way longer than intended, but now that it's been cold as fuck out, I feel obligated to finally post it.

> The Undateables (Part 2) <

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Lucifer

He was quick to notice that you were always pretty cold, even if it wasn't that cold out.

He would often try to offer you his coat, if you were out and about and shivering despite the layers you had on.

Lucifer truly felt bad that there wasn't much he could do to help you, especially in situations where you were out with him.

While you were with him at HoL, he would make sure to keep blankets around the house, just in case you got cold.

Lucifer also made the effort to try and coax you into his room, he claims it was just ao you could sit near his fireplace, but in reality it was just so he could be near you.

Mammon

You are cold? The Great Mammon can't have his human being cold.

He would make sure that you had everything to make you warm.

Need a jacket? He will literally go out of his way to give you his, even if it isn't that warm. (He also just wants to see how you look in his clothes).

Need warm foods? He can't cook for the life of him, but he will be sure to make you a cup-noodles that you both can share.

Cuddles? He might deny that he likes it at first but know that he literally loves being so close to you.

Levi

Levi wasn't very good at the whole "keeping you warm" thing.

He tried his best though. He had kept a few blankets in his room for you.

He even bought a few heated pillows for you to use when you curled up in his bed-tub.

Honestly, his room wasn't super cold, thanks to the fact his PC was always running and producing heat.

Levi also once attempted to heat you up some warm snacks to munch on while you watched anime together.

They weren't meant to be heated up.

Satan

Satan took notice how much you liked when he read to you by the fire, since it was warm and cozy. 

Also taking note of how bundled up you always were, he was quick to catch on to your always chilly situation.

To help make things easier for you, he would always offer to make you hot chocolate and your favorite warm foods.

Despite trying to hide his open affection, he eventually would cave and ask you if you wanted to snuggle up with him by the fire while he read with you. 

Asmo

Oh boy did you pick one of the perfect boys to help keep you warm.

Asmodeus is known for having an elaborate array of comfy and warm coats, blankets, boots, socks, the whole package deal.

Not to mention, dare you say you’re cold and need someone to warm you up while in his presence. 

This precious demon will literally cling to you and hold onto you like it is the last thing he will ever do. 

You want hot chocolate? He will go out of his way to get you the premium fancy version. He only drinks the best, and he wouldn’t accept anything less for his favorite human (sorry Solomon).

Beel

Another perfect boyo to keep you warm at any time. 

Feeling chilly when you’re out? He will give you his warm jacket. It might be a little big, but it will absolutely keep you warm.

Beel will make sure you drink lots of warm liquids to keep you warm too, hot chocolate, coffee, tea, warm milk, whatever you fancy.

Although he may eat a majority of it, he tries his best to make you warm foods as well.

As a large, walking heater, Beel is perfect for cuddles, and if you need extra warmth while you are out and about, all he has to do is pull you close and wrap his arms around you.

You can’t escape the giant cuddly heater.

Belphie

You’re cold all the time? Perfect excuse for Belphie to start carrying around a blanket everywhere he goes.

Even more exciting? It gives him the perfect excuse to always cling to you to keep you warm. 

Belphie is actually a huge cuddlebug and will take any chance he gets to keep you snuggled up and warm in the bed rather than letting you leave.

On occasion he may fall asleep on you, the warmth and comfort from your presence always lulls him to sleep. 

Good luck getting this soft cow boy off of you.

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11. Both of you wore the same ugly Christmas sweater to a party

“I absolutely love it!” Ashido squeals in delight.

“I fucking hate it.” Bakugou growls, jaw clenched.

While Sero and Kaminari are hollering and wheezing on the floor, Kirishima gives a soft, supportive smile. “Look at you.” He says easily, “Now, you’re an actual star, Bakugou”

When he said he’s the fucking the star of their group, Bakugou did not mean it literally.

With arms spread awkwardly, Bakugou stood in the living room in the most gaudy green, Christmas sweater, fuzzy all over. There were faux garlands going across around his torso and arms, with red and yellow bells jingling from them. The muscles in his chest and arms that he once was so proud of, terribly helped to widen the entire tree look.

And, right on top of his head, Bakugou has his wildly blonde hair, tousled, spiked, and gelled by Ashido’s hands. It created to give an illusion that his own damn head, was the fucking star.

“I’m not going.” Bakugou relents firmly.

“No, no!” Ashido whines, hugging him around his back. “Please! You will totally win the ugly sweater contest at the party. And, you know we need that prize money!”

“You mean, you need that prize money, to help pay rent.” Kirishima deadpans.

Ashido pouts in his direction. “Me. We. Same thing.”

Sero heaves a tired laugh, wiping tears off his cheeks. “God, the way he’s just T-posing, without realizing.”

Bakugou raises a brow. “The hell does that mean?”

Kaminari cackles, still rolling on the carpet. “Nevermind that!” He barely voices between laughs, “His hair! His fucking hair!”

“Don’t mind those two.” Kirishima reassures Bakugou. He places a comforting hand onto his tense shoulders. “We’re all looking ridiculous.”

Which, true. Bakugou scans over his group of extras, finally taking in their dumbass outfits.

Kirishima was a red brick chimney, with Santa’s ass sticking out in front. Ashido had an oversized sweater, stating in bold letters, “FEEL THE JOY”, and silhouettes of hands on each boob. Sero wore Santa with obviously red eyes, hitting a blunt, and the words “GET LIT” in this nice cursive. And, Kaminari had red solo cups stuck to his sweater, a walking beer pong table, for fuck’s sake.

“We’re the absolute worst.” Bakugou snorts.

“I swear, if no one goes all out like us, I will feel personally attacked.” Ashido sighs, letting go of Bakugou. Instead, she looks over her phone. “I texted Jirou to remind her and her girlfriend to go big, or go home.”

Sero sputters in another fit of laughs. “M-Momo in an ugly Christmas sweater! N-No way!”

Kaminari snickers right alongside him. “Momo doesn’t even wear anything ugly to begin with!”

“Well, there’s a first for everything, tonight!” Kirishima laughs, shaking his head. “If Bakugou’s going out as a damn stumpy Christmas tree, so can she.”

“I’m fucking stumpy?” Bakugou asks. That’s not-

“Okay, chop, chop!” Ashido claps to the group in the apartment, speed walking in her knee high boots to the door. “To the party, we go, everyone!”

On the cramped car ride, Bakugou tunes out the atrocious caroling of his friends, blasting Kaminari’s Christmas classics playlist. There’s a long night awaiting him, and he’s borderline doubting he can survive.

He usually doesn’t go to these late night, drunken parties. That’s more of, well, everyone else’s thing.

Bakugou would prefer to spend Christmas Eve by his quiet self, avoiding anything Christmas related, in fact. Just a day off work, cooking a nice, warm meal and watching his favorite horror movies under a heated kotatsu.

Alas, his friends begged him to attend this ridiculous Christmas party, instead, hosted by the damn, annoying Aoyama, of all people. Though, he is surprised the guy had the gall to extend an invite his way.

And, yeah, maybe he hasn't gone out in awhile, and actually was willing to show up.

So, here he is. Bakugou Katsuki, readying himself in a small ass car to get egg-nogged-wasted for the Christmas cheer, or whatever they say.

Besides, Kirishima offered to give a ride back home, if two hours into the party he still wasn’t feeling it. That’s his best friend, for fucking sure.

After passing the gates, the car rolled through the private community and pulled up to Aoyama’s residency, shortly after. There wasn’t any parking in front of the house, heavily decorated with lights, inflatables, and a fucking snow machine.

“We need a group photo with that!” Kaminari exclaims in the backseat, face smushing the window. From the passenger seat, Ashido agrees excitedly.

So, Kirishima had to move up a few houses down, in order to find an available spot for his car. The walk was a bit bothersome, the nipping cold, winter air bites at everyone’s faces and noses. But then, Sero yells for a race down to the front doors, undoubtedly to help the group warm up.

Bakugou won’t lie, he totally ran out of breath to those damn doors.

They all waited patiently for Ashido, last and stumbling in her heels hurriedly. It takes Kirishima walking back, and ushering her with his arm, so she can rush over safely.

“Gross, they’re actually cute together.” Kaminari sticks his tongue. Sero and Bakugou roll their eyes.

When Aoyama greets them, he blasts the whole group with a confetti popper. “Merry Christmas! Happy Hannakuh! Happy Kwanzaa! Happy Holidays!” He sings aloud. He shakes his whole body, ringing the bunches of bells that are all over him.

Bakugou feels a headache forming.

“It’s Christmas Eve.” Sero corrects, right beside him.

“Ah, well, tonight, it’s all the holidays combined!” Aoyama laughs, “Now, get inside! The heater’s blasted on, of course.”

And, hell, at least the damn heater’s nice.

Bakugou eyes all over the entrance way, pictures of Aoyama and his family plastered over the walls, with large garlands hanging between them.

The loud commotion of the party echoes from the living room, to his left.

“Here, we brought some drinks!” Ashido gingerly proclaims, with both her and Kaminari handing over the bottles of whiskey to Aoyama. “The essentials, duh!”

“Please! You even got my favorite brand!” Aoyama gasps.

Kirishima coughs over Bakugou's ears. “Yeah, that shit was expensive.” He whispers.

“It ain’t even that good.” Bakugou hisses back.

They both smirk at each other, before letting out airy laughs.

Bakugou lets the rest of his group go in front of him, before stepping over to the living room. Seated and standing throughout, different, unfamiliar faces were gathered together. Groups had already formed; a dancing and twirling circle, a card game circle, a conversation only circle, a drinking circle, and even a circle surrounding the tall Christmas tree at the corner of the room.

It doesn’t take long for the group to split.

Aoyama pulls Ashido towards the rest of the girls, huddled around the fireplace, sipping on hot mugs of chocolate. Kaminari hurries to his tired eyed, purple friend, Sero jogs towards Sato and Tokoyami, and Kirishima is surprised (read: jumped) by Testutetsu and his friends.

Which left Bakugou still standing by the entrance.

He slowly trudges his way around the living room, eavesdropping on the different conversations, in order to see if that’s the circle he wants to join.

But, even after overhearing and eying at the last circle, Bakugou decides he doesn’t want to join any.

Kirishima better uphold his damn promise. Cause, this shit is boring as hell.

He doesn’t know what compels him to do it, but Bakugou decides to grab a drink off the long table of assorted drinks and finger food, and simply sit on one of the couches. Oddly enough, no one was seated over to where he was looking.

Taking a red solo cup of who knows what, Bakugou starts walking around the crowd, and hurries to the open couch.

And, just his luck, he bumps into someone right as he tries to sit down.

Luckily, neither his drink, nor the other person’s, spill. But, as Bakugou looks over to his right, ready to offer a curt apology, he halts.

Staring back at him, was a damn idiot, in the same ugly Christmas sweater as him. And, on top of his head, he wore a springy star, jumping in the air.

“O-Oh, sorry.” The freckled stranger voices, woobly smiling. “But, I think one of us has to change.”

“You need to change.” Bakugou states firmly, settling down close to the armrest of the couch.

The grinning guy seats himself next to him, thighs pressing together. “Well, I arrived here first. So,” He shrugs teasingly, “If anyone’s changing, it’s you.”

Bakugou huffs, taking a sip of the beverage in his hand and trying to avoid any further conversation.

And, instantly, he almost spits that shit out.

“What the hell?!” He blurts. The sweet, sugary flavor of the obvious vodka-mix coats all over his mouth.

“Yeah, I took a sip, and that drink is a little too sweet for me, too.” The stranger chuckles, shaking his head.

“Who fucking brought this?”

Bakugou hears the stranger hum. “If I had to guess, it was probably that Ashido I spoke with a while ago.”

“Hell nah.” Bakugou defends quickly. “We came together. I would know.”

“Really?” The stranger’s face lights up, in recognition. “Wait, are you perhaps her boyfriend?” He asks excitedly. “She did say he's the most attractive person in the room.”

Bakugou snorts. “Hell nah. I would never.” He throws a nonchalant toss of his head over Kirishima's direction, where he was talking to a group of other guys. “Her ‘attractive’ boyfriend would be Shitty Hair, over there.”

“Sorry, sorry!” Bakugou notices he fumbles with his own red solo cup, in between his scarred hands. “I— There’s just so many people here, I only know a few.”

“I don’t know anyone else, other than my close four.” Bakugou clicks his tongue, “Fuck, I guess close five. Jirou and I are cool.”

“Well, you definitely know more than me.” The guy chuckles, “I just know Aoyama and Ochako.”

“The hell? Then, why did you show up?”

“Designated driver.”

“..Fucking lame.”

The guy laughs out loud, and Bakugou enjoys the genuine mirth that slips through his lips. “I really was hoping my luck would help me meet people! But, uh, I guess it’s been a freaking lame night.”

Begrudgingly, not wanting to get up and grab a different drink, Bakugou willingly swallows down a gulp of Pepto Bismol. He lets out a quick cough. “Well, you met me.”

“..That is true.” He smiles back. “Pretty good luck I have, huh?”

“Bad luck.” Bakugou huffs, “It’s bad luck.”

“Oh really? Then,” The guy points at Bakugou. “Is your name Kyuu?”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, but is unable to hold back his laugh. “I’m not literal bad luck, dumbass.”

“Then you’re not so bad! I bet your name isn’t even that bad, either. Nothing is as bad as-”

“Bakugou.”

“Hm?”

Taking another sip, Bakugou looks back at those evergreen eyes. “My name.”

Those freckles scattered over his cheeks are covered by the red flush that slowly floods him. “Ah, m-my name’s Midoriya. Hi.”

“Hey.” Bakugou lifts his cup up. “Happy Holidays, or whatever.”

Midoriya smiles softly, before clinking his cup together with Bakugou’s. “Happy Holidays, or whatever. From one ugly Christmas tree to another.”

“Which, you seriously need to fucking change.” Bakugou reminds in fein resolve.

With a small push on his shoulders, Midoriya giggles, raising a quip brow. “Don’t start demanding, when your hair’s looking like that.”

"The fuck's wrong with my hair?"

"Everything."

Bakugou barks a laugh. "You got some fucking nerve. With your stupid dangly star."

"Perhaps, you could say our stars aligned, tonight." Midoriya shakes his head, blushing once more. He looks away. "Ah, sorry. That sounded way cooler in my head. Forget I said that."

Fuck. Fucking shit.

Bakugou blames it all on the Christmas energy, contagious and destroying him from the inside.

He blames the damn Mariah Carey that’s uplifting his own damn stubborn spirits.

He blames the smell of Gingerbread and Cinnamon, wafting in the air, and the toasty, cozy heat that wraps around him, snug.

Because, now his heart’s melting, over this damn idiot in the same ugly Christmas sweater as him.

[come-on-darling-honey]

the smell of rain. (jasper x reader.)part 1

WARNINGS: light swearing and a smidge awkward Jasper & anxious reader// its long like long long compared to my other stuff.

genre: fluff, like tooth rotting fluff. 

word count: 2,182

next fic: part two of this and then Spencer reid!

It was a rainy day when everything went odd. I remember this day so vividly for a few reasons, for this was the first night I was home alone with the trust from my family, the first day I bought myself some flowers and it was the start of the end. For Jasper Hale, in all his glory, happened to launch him self into my back door covered in blood.

The wind was whirling through the trees. I washed the dishes after the disaster of homemade pizza that attacked them. The rain fell sweetly and with the utmost care. Despite the cold that drifted in from the open window I always enjoyed the smell of rain which was lucky due to Forks being one of the rainiest places in Washington. Grabbing the sweater that lied on a chair, like a fat cat on a heater,  I made my way to the back porch. Opening the door the smell intensified, it smelt heavenly clean. Oh and the view was perfect. Lush in green and as welcoming as a soldiers family. I was always thankful for the view of the woods from my garden, something any imaginative and creative child like myself would kill for. Figuratively kill, of course. 

But then as I sat on the sheltered swing a large object flung itself at my door. Yelping I dropped the cushion I had placed in my lap moments before. Blonde. A big curly pile of blonde hair kept looking around feverishly till it’s eyes landed on me. Red and hungry. Without consciousness my body only knew one thing and that was terror. Silent and carnivorous terror, one that eats your soul and makes your hair curl.  

Suddenly my entire mind filled with one thought. RUN. And I did. But since the creature was at the door my panicked filled mind took my body to the front door, thankful I put slippers on before I went into the garden. Racing around the front I heard the creature following me. Although I heard no footsteps or raged breath. This creature wasn’t anything close to human. It must’ve been injured because it wasn’t fast I assumed it could be faster than that. Very much so. 

Reaching my front door I grabbed the handle and quickly grabbed my keys from their holder and sprinted for my car. Getting in and turning the engine on was a blur. I don’t even remember driving away, just seeing him. That weird(and pretty) boy from my film class. 

Jasper Hale. 

His wet hair blonde and curled. On his shirt was...blood. Thank you instincts. A part of my morbid curiosity wanted to stay behind. To understand why he was launched into my garden with blood and a terrifying face. A sympathetic part of me wanted to make sure he was okay, check for injuries but my common sense knew if anything I should be looking for the person he injured. I’d  always thought he was a bit off with his siblings but not in the cruel manner my peers did. I was actually friendly with his sister Alice, she was bouncy and bubbly-kind of like a fairy. But at that moment his sister wasn’t what was on my mind but instead it was the creature Jasper had become in my garden. 

I drove around I think. 

Aimlessly trying to understand why the fuck that just happened. Why is it always me? God.

I got home around 3am, thankful my parents were away. Although this was certainly not my favourite experience and will not become a fond memory. I went to the front door and felt that now familiar terror, I’d forgotten to lock the front door. I’d left a terrifying creature with my home wide open. I might as well have painted a giant arrow saying “COME ALL TERRIFYING CREATURES AND MAKE MY LIFE HELL!” I really would die in a horror movie. Abruptly, i felt a shift within myself. I was no longer scared yet a flow of warm calmness swallowed me. As if I was her baby and she soothed my tears. Why wasn’t I scared? A inhumane creature may be in my house. But here I was ready to coach a yoga session of above 40 year old mothers. Serenely my hand opened the door. Still was the word to describe it. Everything only touched by me. Then I felt assured in my calmness, glad my instincts were on my side tonight. 

The next day was odd. The weeks following even stranger. Jasper wasn’t in the classes we shared and despite his obvious avoidance of me his sister Alice began to seek me out more. To be fair I myself avoided places the Cullen's would go. Scared of his eyes and any memories that may appear. Alice would sometimes sit with me if I was alone which was actually quite lovely, I began to grow fond of the fairy-like girls presence. But it was a cold day in November that Jasper Hale walked into the film class again. Normally i sit alone as many people did, it was a small class with a big classroom. But Jasper Hale, the creature himself, came and sat next to me with a light smile. My nerves upon seeing him enter were eased at this. The two of us were silent the whole lesson as out teacher Professor Steam explained global cinema and the context behind the film ‘Mustang’ a Turkish film about child marriage. This part was extremely interesting so I wrote my notes with such vigour and passion that I failed to notice the amber eyes that lied upon me laced with anxiety and fondness. Later he told me what he was thinking. I blushed at this, unaware if how someone may view such a mundane thing in such a beautiful light. As Mr Steam called the lesson to an end, Jasper’s cold hand lied on my shoulder. I looked up at him momentarily feeling fear that changed into a sombre comfort.

“I’ve-” he coughed awkwardly “been missing for a few lessons do you mind if I have your notes?” A small smile came onto his lips.

Honestly I wasn’t shocked he didn’t address the incident. Like if I was launched into his garden covered in blood, scaring him shitless then suspiciously avoiding him like the plague for weeks I doubt I’d talk about it. Later I joked with him about his horrible behaviour and how it was definitely really suspicious. Seriously had this boy never seen a horror film? To that he threw a pillow at me, embarrassed at his awkwardness.

“Sure! I copy up all my notes digitally so I can email you them?”

“Thank you, here’s my school email address” he said in a slight southern accent, writing down his email on a scrap piece of his notebook paper. I took it when he handed it to me. He left and I followed going in the opposite direction. So he just sat near me to get my notes? I thought this was odd because whilst I was good at this class Mr Steam took notes and gave them too absent students... he must’ve received them maybe he just didn’t notice. Although, Jasper and his siblings were infamously intelligent with their adoptive father being the best doctor in town. Jasper began to return to all the lessons we shared but now, like in film, he sat next to me. A shared smile between the two and all my anxieties leaving the moment he sat down. Which was odd. I am a heavily anxious person and to be honest being alone most of the time didn’t really help this. I had few friends who I cherished but due to getting socially drained fairly quickly I never really spent lots of time with them. Although Jasper seemed to be the exception to this. Whilst I never felt heavily energetic I never felt that suffocating anxiety. It was a welcome change of pace. His sister Alice was like that too but maybe that’s because she would talk at me and not in the condescending manner other extroverted people tended to turn to. Jasper must’ve noticed this or maybe he was just thick as a block and thought I liked spending time with everyone. I wished for the former. From our silent greetings and time in class together I stopped fearing the incident whilst still wary of him. Maybe it was the fact it wasn’t addressed yet... although I could’ve spoken to him first about it that made my stomach curl.

It was raining. Hard. The greenery outside looking fresh and beautiful, for a moment I admired it. How nature herself can be so effortlessly beautiful I will never know. Maybe I don’t need to know. After the heavy admiringly staring at the rain I died a little at the realisation that my car was at the shop. Something actually pretty serious had happened to it so i couldn’t wait till the weekend. This meant I had to walk to the bus stop which wasn’t near my street at all. Literally it felt like I had to walk miles and miles. Getting ready and pulling on my headphones I set off. I love the rain but i prefer it when I get to not be wet and uncomfortable for the entire school day. After ten minutes of walking I heard a car pass me. It stopped and slowly drove next to me as i walked. Terror. Again. But again that terror somehow shifted to comfort as if a car definitely wasn’t creeping on me.

He called my name. Sweetly and calmly. Although it did sound like he was holding back a laugh. I turned and the car and I stopped. Jasper. He opened the car door and gestured for me to get in. Uncomfortably aware of my drenched appearance i got into his car. It was warm and smelt like caramel. He had an audio book playing and for a moment I forgot that we weren’t close friends and that this wasn’t a daily occurrence. He broke the silence and asked me why I was walking in the pouring rain.

“Well my cars in the shop so I had to walk to the bus stop...” i paused, playing with the hem of my jacket. “and it’s quite a bit away from my house.”

He laughed at this. A sweet and beautiful laugh. I forgot the creature I saw a few months ago and just saw this beautiful boy. Questioning if it truly was him.

“Why didn’t you just ask me to help you out? You look like you’re gonna catch a cold.” this caught me of guard. I wasn’t aware that Jasper and I were at the level of friendship to do things like this. Although i did get into his car with no hesitation. Oh I’d definitely die in a horror film.

“I can take you home after school. We have nothing after film do we?” he asked glancing at me from the corner of his beautiful golden eyes. His equally beautiful golden hair framing his perfect face-

oh.

oh no. How have I fallen for him? Someone I was terrified of? Realising I haven’t answered his question i said “oh uhm yeah nothing after film... you don’t have to pick me up though I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”

“you aren’t don’t worry.” and my nerves eased. “I enjoy spending time with you, especially when the weather is so calm like this.” the way he said that made me admire him. A light smile I’m sure he wasn’t aware of and the manner of an old man speaking of his first love. I smiled at myself for this, he truly was a kind person- maybe that creature wasn’t him.

“it is beautiful.” I hummed. Smiling at the greenery drenched in the ethereal rain. Before I knew it we were at school. He told me that we can just leave our film class together and assured me that I wasn’t a bother. My day had once been full of dread at the thought of walking in the uncomfortable rain but it seemed that Jasper had completely changed this. When I got into class my clothes were dry and I had a sweet feeling of contempt. Slightly excited for the drive home.

When it got to the end of the day I made my way across to the film class in the arts building. We had a lecture on feminism in relation to the main characters in Mustang and the power of sisterhood in oppressive communities. After class ended we walked to his car, he used his umbrella in a weird manner, only covering me.

"get under here you're gonna catch a cold!" I giggled slightly scolding him. He just slightly smiled and said he doesn't catch colds. I muttered 'lucky bastard' under my breath. He caught that even though I was sure I was out of ear shot.

"Actually I needed to talk to you about that night... when you found me in your garden." He said as we got into the car.

All of a sudden I was hyperaware of everything. He was the creature. Oh god.

authors note: I'M BACK i was gone for so long I'm so sorry. But as an apology I am offering a super long Jasper fic! I'm not sure that this will get much attention but I'm in college now and will only be writing for what I love. Tell me if you want to be tagged when I post the second part! Lots of love, em xx