#i mostly just swapped the side of the room that my chair is on and my desk and then also moved my bookshelf

[againstdying]

reorganized my room a little 🧍

[ktsumu]

A CHILDHOOD BEDROOM tw: allusions to divorce/his family dynamic, holiday comfort for the soul

Ushijima’s bedroom is nothing like the one you share. 

His walls are bare, save for a few frames with pictures that are older than the two of you. There’s a bulletin above his desk that’s naked down to the cork, a few tacks littering it at random.

He has his dresser, a small mirror on the wall hanging above it. The room is nearly devoid of colour aside from beige and navy, but the Christmas lights from the house across the street give it some red and green. Not much, but it’s good enough.

You walk along the perimeter of the room, the floors cold, hands tracing over his desk and chair. He watches you from the doorway, the door closing softly behind him as he does. You hear the same floor creak beneath his feet as he crosses to his bed, the frame sighing under his weight.

A print-out picture of him and a redhead (Satori, he’s mentioned) standing side-by-side in school uniforms is framed on said desk, thumbs up on all four of their combined hands. A team in maroon stands tall beside it, and he’s dead center. A three-person family — father, mother, boy — takes up the space beside that, the frame much more sophisticated than the others. He looks about ten.

The clock on his wall tells the time wrong; it hasn’t been reset since he graduated and moved out at eighteen. It looks like it’s a few hours behind, but it’s really telling you time six years back. 

“Your walls are so bare,” you comment, turning back to look at him where he’s sat. He offers an almost unnoticeable, lopsided smile. “Where are all the medals, huh? I’ve heard big things about Ushiwaka the Great, you know.”

You’re joking, but he answers, “In my drawer.”

(You check; it’s full of them.)

Ushijima watches you hold them, looking at all of the engravings before setting them back, the years stretching further back the deeper that you dig. It’s like your chest is swelling with pride over things he won before you knew him. 

“What is it?” he asks, eyes following you as you cross over to his bed, sitting down to face him. His brows furrow, leaning his back against the headboard that looks so comically small; then his lips tug up at the sight of gold around your neck. His teenage pride rests on your chest.

There is something so invasive about a childhood bedroom, about wearing what once was his entire life as he looks at it — a whole life you didn’t have the chance to watch lays itself out in front of you. This childhood doesn’t exist anymore (maybe it never really did) and yet you see it around you all the same. 

(It is invasive, but it is full of love. An empty room that feels so full.)

“Why doesn’t your mother display your medals in the house?” you ask, tilting your head. “Hell, my mom would’ve lined mine up in the window. And your desk is like a trophy factory.”

 “It’s not practical, I suppose.”

“So they just sit in here?”

Ushijima looks at you like he’s in thought. 

He shrugs. “Mostly,” he says, “my father has a few in California. My player portrait is on his office wall. My mother shows her affection in her own way.”

“Can we take some back home?”

“Why? They’re old.”

“I don’t mind,” you say, shrugging. “I’ll display them around the room for a bit, swap ‘em out when you rack some up this season.”

Ushijima just chuckles shortly, shaking his head as he moves down the bed, laying down flat. His feet hang off the end a bit, and the pillows are the same as they always were. “If you wish. You know I never stop you from anything.”

You hum. “God, does it echo in here?”

“Sometimes. It never used to.”

“When did it start?”

He knows when. “I’m not sure.”

You know, too. “That’s okay. Our room at home doesn’t echo, at least.”

“No, you won’t let it.”

“Never.”

Ushijima reaches out a hand, his left, and he twirls the medal you picked in his hand. You wear it still, and it looks like it gleams. His eyes flicker up to yours. 

“I love you,” you tell him. “You and your empty room.”

He sighs a laugh, one you taught him how to make, and he pulls you into his chest by the ribbon around your neck. He breathes, your head rises and falls with his chest, and the room comes alive; breathing with its maker, welcoming him home the best it can. You certainly help.

Ushijima looks at his bedroom walls, his broken clock; the house is not resetting, his parents’ old bed will always be half full and half made, but he thinks this is enough — coming back with you was enough. Now, when he leaves, he will remember a warm bed and leave to sleep in a warmer one. 

“Love?”

“Mm?”

“When we find a home we like enough to live in,” When. Not if, when. “I’d like to paint the walls with you.”

“Ooh, what colour?”

“Not white — or beige.”

You grin, angling your head up to see him. Ushijima is looking up at his clock, six years behind like he just got home from training camp, his boxes packed for the city.

(He meets you two years later.)

“Pick a swatch, baby. Just no neons.”

“Oh. I was thinking of a traffic cone orange.”

“Ha-ha.”

[redheadspark]

heyy can i have benedict from bridgerton x reader prompt #17

A/N - I love this for Benedict! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Tame

Summary - Benedict was not one to tame his wife, he would rather let her be herself instead

Warnings - Just angst and fluff mixed together.

“The audacity of that woman!”

You plopped down on the loveseat, a scowl on your face as your husband, Benedict Bridgerton perked up from his spot at his office desk.  You were rubbing your temples, and a headache was threatening to come over you rapidly from the conversation you said had some minutes before in the parlor.  Now you simply wanted to hide out with your husband on the other side of the estate.  It was mostly a home, not even an estate since it was rather small and only a handful of rooms.  

“I take it the tea went well with your mother?” Benedict hummed in amusement as you glared at him.  Benedict knew you weren’t truly mad at him, a soft smile on his lips as you leaned back a bit more in the loveseat, not even caring how un-ladylike you were appearing in the teal dress you decided to wear that day.

“She was not in the best of moods when discussing my brother, though I would rather hear her gossip about her circles of friends and their poor taste in men than to hear her talk about my brother in such a way,” You explained in a mellow tone.  Benedict chuckled as he took out a spare notepad, then retrieved a charcoal pencil that he would use to sketch as he leaned back in his chair and eyed his wife.  He loved the spitfire nature you had when you spoke about the dysfunctional nature of your family. It would make him chuckle to hear you rant and rage about your mother in particular, who was always trying to make a great impression in society but could never do it naturally.  

“Do you wish to discuss it?” He asked, knowing fully well that it was better for you to let it all out than to hold it in.  He discovered that tactic very early in their friendship together, even before he decided to court you and then ask for your hand in marriage.  Bottling it up inside of you never worked in your favor in the past.  

So you took in a long inhale, then recited the entire conversation word for word.

It was therapeutic for you to confide in Benedict with all that was happening with your family.  At first, you were afraid to tell him, thinking that it would paint you in such a bad light to say such things about your family.  However, Benedict was never one to judge when it came to family gossip.  He too had to deal with his siblings and their antics, you two would swap stories in your early courting moments.  But after seeing you in distress and about to be in tears after talking to your mother and father, he simply brought up the suggestion of talking about what happened.  

After you unload all that was inside of you for at least 5 minutes, Benedict was watching your shoulders lose the tension and the stress melt away from your face.  You were even breathing easier, a look of shock on your face as Benedict smiled widely at you and took your hand in his.

“Better?” He asked, you looking at him with a tentative smile and nodding your head.

“Much better,” You replied.

This was just the same, you talking wild about the gossip your mother was telling you.  Gossip about your brother’s upcoming marriage and the apparent scandal behind your future sister-in-law. Benedict was giving you the space to unleash all of the rage that you had bottled up from the moment you left the tea and made it back home, his charcoal was already at work as he was sketching and listening to you at the same time.  You then got up and paced back and forth, your hands moving wildly as your tone was going up and down with the insane story you were telling him.

“And poor Josephine!  She’s so lovely and makes my brother happy, though my own mother does not see that and only sees her last name!  The nerve of that woman, she’s acting the same way she did when she found out I was marrying you!” You commented, Benedict looking up briefly from his sketch and chuckling.

“She warmed up to me in the end, did she not?” He reasoned though you huffed at the words.

“Took her far too long to do so, dear,” You replied as you looked over at what he was doing.  He was still sketching, you raising a brow to him and then pointing to his paper.

“What are you doing?” You questioned him, the heat and anger no longer evident in your voice as Benedict still remained calm at his desk.

“Simply drawing the love of my life,” He replied nonchalantly, you feeling that tension and anger that you had second ago melted away from the sentence as he looked up at you with his smile and the brightness in his eyes.  You knew deep down he was listening and letting you get it all out of your system to feel more at ease, Benedict was amazing with you when it came to making you feel loved and safe.  No matter that he loved amusement and being more light-hearted than his other siblings, he still had a heart and adored taking care of you.  Perhaps even distract you and find a way to bring you ease.  

Ever since you two started courting one another, you wanted Benedict of your fiery nature how you were no dainty flower.  He never strayed from your warnings, in fact, he was more intrigued with you as you two were publicly a couple. Rumors and gossip about you and Benedict being together spread like wildfire, plenty of Benedict’s friends and fellow bachelors were warning him about your temper and how you were no true young lady because of the rules you would never follow.  

Yet he still stayed on your arm, still accompanied you to balls and galas, and he would protect every rumor that would come your way.  In the end, your wedding was the talk of the town, and you were now in a healthy marriage with the love of your life who saw more light in you than any other dared to in the past.  

You walked over, seeing Benedict lean back a bit for you to see his handiwork as you peered over his shoulder,  A small sketch of you on the couch, the curves along your arms and the detail on your cheeks and nose, it was a gorgeous sketch that he whipped out of nowhere.  

His craft was nothing short of perfection in your eyes.  He found beauty in everything around them, though he would brag that you were his muse from the moment he laid eyes on you at a Spring Ball so long ago.  He would leave sketches of you to find all over the home, especially on days when you were stressed or sad.  You’d find a sketch on your nightstand next to the bed, on the kitchen table next to your favorite tea cup, or even in your own office on top of your desk. You loved that quirk about him, among other things that had you falling in love with him.  The one attribute that you adored about your husband was his eye to see the beauty in everything around him.

Including you.

“Benedict,” You hummed, seeing the sketch with wide eyes and a soft smile on your lips.  You were no longer thinking about the tea or even the heated argument you had with your mother, you were simply staring at the simple and yet beautiful picture that your husband drew within minutes.  Benedict got up from the chair and wrapped you in his arms, kissing you soundly and taking your breath away.  He gained against your lips, your heart slamming against your chest rapidly as you were smiling against his lips in return.  

When he pulled away, he peered down at you with his smile still evident while he reached with one hand to frame your face lovingly, “You are quite the woman with that fire in your belly, it only reflects in the beauty I see in you,”

“And you are far too good of a husband to let me be vocal and vile when I need to be,” you commented. Benedict was then chuckling as you pecked his lips, “How do you put up with me so easily when I act un-lady-like?”

“It’s not me putting up with you, it’s me letting you be yourself and feel open to do so,” He explained, you hugging him tightly.  You adored being with Benedict all this time, through the tough and light times and even through the joy and the pain.  Benedict never let your love dwindle or diminish, and you have a bright future to look forward to together.  He gave you room to be ourself, to vent or lash out when it was stuck inside for far too long.  

Leave it to Benedict to never tame you.

The End

May Prompt Session

[dullgecko]

Something that has been rotating in my head for a while now is the idea that Kristen makes a proclamation (when she and Riz are doing student government stuff) that her Vice President must take a nap.

Riz looked up from the pile of paperwork he was filling in for Kristen (well, re-filling in, she WAS taking her job MOSTLY seriously but she still did not understand the arcane nonsense that was the beast known as 'forms' ) and gave her a flat look. He looked tired as always, dark circles under his eyes, shirt ever so slighly rumpled, tie half undone and (if you looked particularly closely) the tiny sliver of white around his large iris was entirely bloodshot.

"It doesnt... it doesnt work that way Kristen. You cant just PROCLAIM that I need a nap and expect me to have to take one." He jabbed the pen at her, blinking in surprise when her hand darted out and took it from him before he could react. The goblin giving his empty had a look that said 'wait wasn't i just holding something?' before he realised what happened, sighed, and held his hand out so she would give it back.

"Well SOMETHING has to work." She tossed the pen to the other side of the room, snorting when Riz pouted at her and pinned his ears back before he leaned down to fish a new one out of his briefcase. "You need a nap, BADLY. When was the last time you slept?"

"Pass."

"The fuck do you mean 'pass'?" Kristen clicked her tongue, stealing the form Riz had been filling out and wincing at it. "You do realise you're not even writing in common... right?"

"Wait, what?" Riz picked up another one of the forms from his done pile, groaning and flopping backwards in his seat when he realised she was correct. The whole thing was in ghukliac, gods he was so tired he'd swapped languages. Usually not a problem when working on his own stuff, BIGGER problem when filling out assignments or paperwork. Hardly ANYONE spoke ghukliak so it would be completely unintelligible without the comprehend languages spell.

"Damnit.... okay give it back I'll start again." He made another 'give it to me' motion towards Kristen, who shook her head, crumpled the piece of paper into a ball,and tossed IT to the other side of the room as well.

"No can do little dude. This is now beyond me making proclamations as your president. I'm now making proclamations as your CLERIC." She placed both hands on the desk, leaning forwards so that she was LOOMING over the goblin as he cringed backwards away from her. "Take a nap. Now. We still have like... an hour before Gorgug was going to come get us in the van."

"But-"

"If you dont, im going to call your mom."

That made Riz wince but after a second or two he started gathering up the papers and stuffed them into his bag. The rogue removing his glasses and crossing his arms on the table to block out the light as he shuffled about to get comfortable. "Fine." Came the muffled voice from between his arms. "But let it be known I'm doing this under protest. This is a GROSS misuse of power." Kristen just laughed, leaning back on her chair and using her staff to thwack the light switch a couple times until the room was rendered slightly darker and more comfortable for naptime. "Whatever. I'll wake you up in an hour."

[sleepymccoy]

Alright, I have been thinking about spaceships!!

Basic premise, we don't have light speed tech so it's all within the solar system. Moons and some planets are terraformed, there are space stations, so on. I haven't designed anything with fake gravity, so the ships would need to handle gravity and zero grav in space. That's mostly fixtures though, the structure is fairly unchanged I reckon, cos it does all still need to work in gravity. Because of that, the engines are taking up a bit of space. And i've tried to leave some dead space in the ship cos i'm sure i'll come up with more scientific necessities, like I'm already thinking about constantly having to create fuel to burn to leave orbit.

Other thing, this ship has to work in three ways. One, space flight/leaving orbit stuff. Two, can park on solid ground and has a functional trade door. Three, has some way of fishing while hovering over the open ocean. That's why every ship has a "fishing" zone for the fishing part of things. They're all at the bottom of the ship, obvs.

Also, you'll probably get this from my writing the pros and cons, but this is for a romance that just happens to be set in space lol

First of all, the UFO

Basic UFO design premise. One big wide disc, on one level.

Pros: I can fuck around with the design on the one level pretty freely, and don't need to commit to shit For example, storage and rooms should def swap cos rooms can have windows then. This can have whole areas the pov character doesn't go to very easily. Open plan means secrets and privacy are harder to have, encourages drama.

Cons: The design doesn't make sense against like air drag and leaving orbit. It' so not aerodynamic. Maybe it takes off at a 90 degree angle, so like every room has a take off chair fitted to the wall cos it's gonna flip to its side. Okay, that's kinda fun, this shouldn't be in the con line anymore but whatever. It's a good example that all cons can be overcome x

Second, let's look at the Slice

Pros: Small and intimate. There's less rooms so everyones sharing a room with another shift, which gives everyone a unique friendship with one person on another shift schedule. Can't hang out in your room, so gotta see other people, encourage interaction. Tbf, I can make that happen in the other designs if I decide it's too cool to skip

Cons: also not aerodynamic. Very good in space or staying in gravity. Maybe it has another way it sorta collapses in to leave orbit, like the angle bit on the hangy downy slides up to be more like an arrow head. Yeah alright, there' another con that's become a cool pro. Actual con! Not having your own room lessens how easy it is to have sex. Although i guess the shifts undo that, cos you wouldn't want to risk waking the person who's got the room rn. Could be a fun pro as secret sex is much harder to do. Ugh

The Ball

Pros: Hysterical. Quite a bit of space. Confusing layout gives you nooks and crannies to bump into someone in a sexual tension way. Aerodynamic enough i guess? Fucking wild looking, it's just a big ol ball. I could redesign this a bit to be like a luxury yacht that's been refitted to be a fishing boat, which'd add some fun world building stuff. And some crazy down time options

Cons: This feels the most disjointed to me really. And it would be so damned hard to build. Oh, the multi level idea, which i kinda forget when drawing, is that 1B would be accessible through floor holes in the 2C corridors. They probably dont line up cos I forgot about it. Actually, they kinda nearly do. Cool.

Here's a poll so you can choose lol. I'll do another poll in reblogs with some of the features so you can suggest what you think is the most important feature, if you really want to have a say! I love feedback and brainstorming, so please, bring your heart <3

[try-set-me-on-fire]

hiii can i ask about doesn’t know they’ve been injured or go through me?

- @buckactuallys

Go through me I might do a hostage situation with Eddie and Maddie? Like they're just getting coffee or something, might not even have gone here together it's just coincidence, and the robbers or whatever are trying to mess with her and Eddie's like you're gonna have to go through me but then they just both end up locked in the back room. Eddie's like well that was stupid. don't tell your brother I did that he'd be pissed at me. I mean I absolutely would step in front of danger for you Maddie but this is like a trolley problem personally designed to ruin Buck's whole life. Let's pretend this never happened. Fuck I never even got my coffee.

Doesn't know they're injured is what this snippet is from! Summary for the whole fic under the cut in case you don't want spoilers for whenever I get around to writing the whole thing

Buck and Maddie go to IKEA and Buck is dreamily lost in thought about recently becoming boyfriends with Eddie and is dodging her questions because no one knows they're together yet. On the way back they get run off the road and the car rolls and ends up on its side and Buck has to get her and Jee out safely and quickly because the engine's smoking and could catch fire any minute. They all get out fine (rip to Maddie's new strandmon chair 😔) and are shaken up but mostly cleared when they're transported to the hospital (not by the 118 but the gang comes running when they hear what happened). Buck kind of prioritized Jee and Maddie to the doctors but really he wasn't feeling bad, figured he'd be a little bruised tomorrow. But then when everybody goes to the diner across the street from the hospital for Yay Everyone's Alright dinner Buck's like. Mm. Hmm. Huh. I think something might not be right. Goes down like a sack of bricks, vaguely aware of Eddie all panicked and calling him pet names. I miiiiight swap perspectives for just one scene because I like the image of Buck being rolled off to surgery and Eddie looking lost and saying "but we had a date." Anyway Buck wakes up, turns out he has some minor internal tear somewhere that was getting worse because he was walking around doing stuff instead of laying down and letting doctors check him over. Eddie is there, Buck is sorry he's going to miss their date. Eddie's like...... Wait right here (Buck: literally can't go anywhere) and comes back with kind of wilted flowers, one of those plastic battery operated candles and two cups of red jello. They can have their date right here!

[infini-tree]

ok so... here’s krupp’s house interior recreated to the best of my ability! here’s some comments because i have Thoughts on it.

general

i don’t know what’s in the art book when it comes to krupp’s house. even if it was completely mapped out, it may not even be accurate to the final version seen in movie-- i know at the very least some older concepts where there was evidence of a pet bowl and a cat tower, but i’m not factoring that for obvious reasons.

this is not to scale, so some parts may be off.

fun fact after looking at these screencaps for ages: every part of krupp’s house has a different wallpaper pattern. i think that’s just fun. and it makes things/placement easier to identify! :)

to summarize my thoughts on this house: really, only the living/dining situation is the part i’m the most sure of, and that’s only because they’re confirmed to be next to each other. the placement of everything other room is more out of “common sense” that i’ll explain.

the parts of the house labelled with an asterisk ( * ) are those that are theorized to be there because of logistics. we don’t see a laundry, or hall closets in the boys’ montage, but its there to both fill out space and to be a bit “realistic” in terms of Where Does Krupp Keep His Stuff/Clean His Clothes.

The Closet At The End Of The Hallway is mostly for me as i put it there for sticky notes au reasons. you could easily swap it and where the laundry room is.

the exterior layout seen in the movie is completely disregarded. if it was, then the left half of his house would be gone. that being said, i tried to keep it as completely square as possible. there are a few particular discreprencies i had to contend with i’ll explain in later sections.

dining room / kitchen

i’m skipping the living room because there’s not much to say about it. like harold says, it looks nice! though, a bit empty.

his kitchen/dining situation is wild. typically one would just connect the two rooms directly like you would krupp’s living/dining, but this dining room shot implies that there’s a bit of hallway between the two spaces? it makes it feel a lot more congested than it needs to be. who ok’ed this? is it the same guy who put krupp’s office on the second floor as opposed to the front door? but i digress.

also its extremely extra of him to just have one chair when these sorts of things come in a set.

as for the kitchen itself... its honestly frustratingly vague considering how close the shots associated with it are. 

the shot showing the drawer shows a light source implied to be a window with blinds, but the reverse shot shows that there’s no room on harold’s right to facilitate a window. this is one of those discrepancies i had to either do one or the other for and i just decided to add the window (albeit a small one).

i also added a door leading to the backyard, mostly as a logistics thing. the other neighboring houses have one on the side, so there’s a precedence for it.

bathroom

the shot is pretty self explanatory. i’m not sure if krupp has a shower or a bathtub considering that the frosted glass obscures the view. the height of the porcelain in relation to the toilet makes me think ‘bathtub’, though.

bedroom

also self-explanatory. had to do a bit of gymnastics when formatting the closets to make it not stick out on the floor plan. honestly the most contentious thing about where i placed it is because right outside the bedroom door, the hall might extend to the left. due to the fact hat the boys are right in front of the shot its hard to tell, but i decided on it not being it.

also its a little silly how krupp decorates his own room with what seems to be one of his degrees/principal’s license. even in his home life and doesn’t need to perform it, he’s leaning into the principal identity.

[emo-sebastianstardew]

Demolition Lovers Part 2- Sebastian x Farmer Stardew Valley Fanfic

(In this chapter we will be talking about smoking. If you guys think it's not good let me know but I would like to include it because it's part of Sebastians character.)

"I should get going I've taken to much of your time up already. I gotta get to the Saloon anyways." You smiled.

"Oh... Stardrop?"

"Yeah.."

"I can walk with you and give you a slight tour if you wanted... no pressure.."

"Sure it would be nice to have some company."

You began to walk with him heading down the mountain. You both were silent for a minute before he broke the silence.

"My name is Sebastian by the way. I didn't really introduce myself. I apologize for that." He smiled slightly.

"I'm (farmers name). Nice to meet you Sebastian." You smiled back.

"I don't talk much. Especially to new people..."

"Is that a problem we're walking together than?" You felt a bit of anxiety come up with those words falling out of your mouth.

"No not at all. I just don't like people. People can be to much you know. But you seem cool I guess." He smiled looking at you.

"Oh cool. You gotta at least have some friends here right?"

"Yeah Sam is my best friend. I hang with him a lot. Like I've said before I'm not much of people person so some days I'm not in the mood to even see him sometimes. Not that I don't like him or anything just some days don't feel like being social and well Sam. He's a social butterfly."

"Yeah I get that completely. Anyone else you are friends with?"

"Yeah I guess Abigail. Shes cool and means well I guess. But you know when you have a friend that has a huge crush on you and you know but don't really feel the same?"

"Yeah I know exactly what you mean. Friends like that can be hard to let down."

"Yeah but we are almost there. If you want you can hang and play pool with me."

" Yeah sounds like fun. Maybe later would you like to hang out Sebastian?"

He stopped walking and looked at you for a second as if he never had been asked that before. He just stared at you for a second not saying anything.

"I don't know if you smoke but would you like to later maybe?" You asked hesitantly and very nervously.

"Smoke what?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

Instead of answering him you just grinned at him.

"You'll find out, If you say yes."

He laughed and held open the door for you. You walked through the door and saw the bar was pretty lively full of people. Sebastian walked past you and gestured for you to follow him. You followed him to a back room of the bar. In this room were 2 arcade machines, some couches, couple of tables and chairs, one pool table.

Sebastian walked over to the pool table and a tall guy with blonde hair in jacket greeted him. They did a quick hand shake then he gestured for you to come over. You approached hesitantly at first.

"(farmers name) this is Sam. Remember I told you about him on the way here." Sebastian smiled at you.

"Hello Sam." You smiled and waved.

"Oooh you two know eachother " Sam grinned eyeing you both.

"Just met actually." Sebastian said clearing his throat.

"Yeah. Sebastian was just walking me here, showing me where the Saloon is." You said.

"Oh okay. You gonna play some pool?" Sam asked.

You nodded your head but insisted the boys play first round and you play against winner. You took a seat on the stool next to the pool table. As you watched them play you noticed a girl sitting on a couch behind them. She was watching them play too. She had long purple hair and was wearing a purple shirt. You noticed she was watching Sebastian mostly. You went back to watching them play but kept that in mind. They finished and Sam lost. He handed you his pool stick and swapped places with you. Before walking to the other side of the pool table you stop by Sebastian.

"Hope you're ready to lose." You grinned at him.

"Really? Is that a challenge?" He smirked raising an eyebrow.

"You bet." You said walking away and going to the other side.

Sebastian decided to let you go first. You chose solids and the game began. You made your first hit in. The yellow 1 ball. You went again and got the blue 2 ball in. You went again and got the red 3 ball in. Sebastian watched you in amazement as you kept playing. till you had 2 of your balls left. It was Sebastian turn and he moved around the table towards you. He bent down right by you. Your face blushed red, you were definitely watching him. He turned and looked at you.

"Enjoying the view." He smirked.

"Enjoying watching you lose." You grinned.

Sebastian finished his turn with 2 balls left as well. You swing around infront of him and bend over in front of him. You call your ball and make it in. You slide past him brushing up against him and call the next ball and make it in. Sebastian watches you intensely. You finish the game.

"Ha I win." You smirked at him.

"That you did." Sebastian looked amazed.

"I've never seen anyone beat Seb." Sam said from the other side of you.

"You owe me now Sebastian." You grinned at him.

"And what woul-" He was cut off by a female voice.

"Sebby you never lose." The girl with purple hair said walking over approaching everyone.

You all turn and look at her blankly. You were about to open your mouth and say something but Sam beat you to it.

"That's what I said Abby." Sam smiled at her.

"It was a fair game Abby." Sebastian smiled at her.

"So you're Abby." You said interrupting what felt like a moment.

"Yes and you are?" She asked in a rude tone.

"Abby this is (farmers name). I'm sorry I didn't introduce you earlier to (her/him/them)." Sebastian blurted.

"Oh is (she/him/they) your friend Sebby." She asked taking a step closer to Sebastian.

"Yeah (she's/he's/they're) my new friend." He smiled.

"Yeah well... this has been an exciting night. Thank you all for having me. But I better get going." You said smiling and waving bye.

"Bye (farmers name)." They all said and waved.

You started walking out. For some reason Sebastians words just kept playing over in your head. You left the Saloon and sat outside for second in your thoughts. Did Sebastian really meant what he said about Abby? Was there something going on between them? Why do you care so much? Just forget about it right its your first night anyways. But like always someone interrupted your thoughts.

"Hey (farmers name). You didn't wait for me."'

To be continued.....

[hyuckswonderland]

League Shenanigans

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Where Heeseung is just trying to play League but Jake keeps bothering him. Jake quickly learns the consequences of interrupting his hyung's game.

Ler!Heeseung

Lee!Jake

1.6k words

AN: It's been some time since I've last written a proper fic so bare with my regarding its downfalls <3

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It was one of those rare days when all the members had the day off. Most of the members decided to take this opportunity to go outside and do things. Whether it be shopping, sightseeing, or just anything to enjoy their time off. However, Heeseung and Jake were the two members who decided to stay back home and relax in their own ways there. Jake's excuse mostly being he wanted to sleep in and Heeseung just wanted to game.

At least Heeseung was trying to game. Roughly around 1 pm, Jake had finally woken up from his nice long sleep. Instead of deciding to do something productive he felt like seeing what Heeseung was doing. Since then, Heeseung has had to deal with Jake hovering over him from behind his chair both watching his game as well as hindering it.

Every once and a while Jake would shake Heeseung's chair to try and scare him or he would poke the older's side to distract the older. At first, Heeseung thought his attempts were funny, that was until he kept on doing them over and over. "Jakey if you don't stop you're going to regret it." Heeseung hissed as Jake poked his side once again. He could see the slight reflection of Jake smiling widely and giggling from his monitor.

"What? Are you not a good enough player for it to not bother you hyung?" Jake teased as he blew on the ear Heeseung didn't have tucked under his headphones, causing the older to flinch. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Jakey." His game was slowly coming near an end and he'd already been doing worse than usual because of Jake's antics.

Jake felt butterflies in his stomach at Heeseung's words. Would he regret his actions? Probably but right now he still had the upper hand. If he was going to go down at least he could go down with a bang. He quickly reached over and turned off Heeseung's monitor before making a run for it. He knew better than to stick around after pulling off a stunt like that.

Heeseung was stunned for a few seconds before he quickly jumped out of his chair "JAKE!" He yelled as he bolted after the younger. Unfortunately for Jake, Heeseung was a rather fast runner so he was gaining on him pretty fast. The shorter looked behind him to see how close Heeseung was and his eyes widened to find him so close. "Hyung we can talk about this!" He squeaked as he made his way to the living room, going on one side of the couch to try and use it as a form of protection.

While the couch did help with keeping Heeseung on one side while he was on the other, it also left him with no escape. Jake looked around trying to find somewhere to go. He could try and make it so he and Heeseung swapped sides but that was pretty unlikely. He was ultimately screwed.

"C'mon Jakey! We both know you're trapped~" Heeseung teased the younger as he stayed planted on his side of the couch. He knew he had the advantage in this situation and was not going to budge. Jake gulped as he watched Heeseung, making sure the older didn't make a move on him unexpectedly. "Hyuuung this isn't fair." He whined.

Heeseung only grinned at Jake "Neither was you turning my monitor off and messing with me throughout my entire match, but here we are." The younger had no way of getting out of this one. "You're better off just surrendering now and I'll go easier on you." Jake did not like the sound of giving up. Even if his odds were very slim.

"Ok fine.." He pretended to give up walking towards Heeseung, and as he got closer at the last minute he went to make a run for it. Heeseung however had predicted Jake's plan and easily capture the shorter in his arms. "Gotcha Jakey~" He maneuvered them onto the ground, easily pinning Jake's hands under his knees. Though he made sure not to put too much pressure.

Jake could feel butterflies swarming in his stomach as he looked up at Heeseung. He had done it to himself and he knew that but it didn't mean he wasn't dreading what was coming next. "Hyuuung-" Jake squirmed trying to get himself free. "I'm soooorry."

Heeseung raised an eyebrow "Sorry you did it or sorry you got caught?" He chuckled knowing the answer. He hovered his hands over Jake's stomach and wiggled his fingers playfully, causing the younger's squirming to intensify. "Noho hyung I swear I'm sohorry." He couldn't help the anticipatory giggles that managed to fall from his mouth.

"Aww giggling already Jakey? I haven't even touched you yet" Heeseung grinned and dropped his hands down quickly before raising them again. His actions causing a squeak out of Jake. "And a squeak? I don't even have to put in the work." Jake felt his cheeks heat up as light blush formed on his face.

"Dohon't be meheean-" Jake squirmed under Heeseung, there was nothing more he could do really. His only option was to wait it out until Heeseung decided to tickle him.

Heeseung only smiled at Jake's cute behavior "Is the teasing getting to you?" He giggled as he pretended to drop his hands down again, causing Jake to let out another squeak. "Your cheeks are all red~"

Jake shook his head as his cheeks only reddened, looking away from Heeseung to try and hide somewhat. Though it didn't do much considering he couldn't hide his face with his hands and arms.

"Don't be shy Jakey!" Heeseung cooed, "Your blush is absolutely adorable!" He finally dove in to squeeze at Jake's sides to get the younger boy to look back up at him. The reaction was almost immediate as well, giggles instantly falling out of Jake.

"NOHOhohoho IHIHim SOhohorry!" His squirming became more intense as he kicked out his legs. "IHIHIhill LEHehave you BEhehe!" Jake's negotiating ultimately did nothing at this point. Heeseung had already forgotten about his League game, now he just wanted to see his cute dongsaeng become a cute little giggly puddle.

Heeseung slowly moved his hands to Jake's stomach, scribbling away at the area. "I don't know Jakey what you did was a maaaajor offense and now you have to deal with the consequences that entail!" He loved teasing the shorter boy any chance he got. Watching the younger squirm around and squeal never failed to bring a large smile to his face.

It technically brought a large smile to Jake's face too, however, he didn't have much choice in that matter. "IHIhihim SOHOHOrry!" Jake squeaked as he gasped out from laughter. Heeseung only chuckled "I know you are Jakey but you still have to endure your punishment~" It was safe to say Heeseung was solely doing this for his own amusement at this point.

He had already forgiven Jake as soon as he'd done the criminal action - mostly because it wasn't ever serious in the first place. Jake, however, did not need to know that. "Hmmm, what do you think would happen if my hands found their way up to a certain sensitive spot of yours hm?"

Jake's eyes instantly widened at the suggestion "HYuhuhung NOHOhoho THAhahats NOhohot FAHahair" He pulled at his hands trying his best to escape (though he was failing miserably). Heeseung grinned and slowly trailed his hands up Jake's body. Momentarily stopping to prod at his underarms.

"HEE IHIhill DOHoho AhahahanyTHihihing!" Jake declared, though, of course, he didn't actually mean that. Heeseung just quirked his eyebrow up "Oh really? Anything at all huh?" He grinned as he continued to trail his fingers upwards to the younger boy's neck. There, the tickles stopped and his hands just sat in place, unmoving.

The giggles didn't stop though Jake twitching as phantom tickles remained throughout his body. "HYuhuhung cohohome onnnn." He felt a blush forming on his face as he waited for the older to just go for that spot which made him go crazy every time. If he secretly loved it that was between him and god.

"Yes, Jakey? Do you perhaps want me to move my fingers?" Heeseung slowly dragged his nails against Jake's neck causing the younger boy to jolt at the feeling. "NOhoHOHo!" Jake declared as the small movement already was driving him mad.

"Aww aren't you just the cutest," Heeseung cooed at the adorable boy, "didn't even have to try and you're already so reactive." He smirked as he quickly scribbled his fingers over Jake's neck.

The reaction was immediate. Jake let out a loud squeal followed by loud cackles as he squirmed all around like a fish out of water. "NOHOHOHO IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD!" He kicked his legs out as if it would ground him in some way.

Heeseung leaned down and blew soft raspberries against the sensitive spot. Jake snorted and his laughter only intensified. "HYUHUHUNG NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!" He was practically begging for his life. "I dunno Jakey I feel like you deserve just one final little sendoff."

Heeseung took one long breath before blowing a long raspberry. Jake let out another squeal but shortly after his laughter fell silent as he gasped for air. Heeseung chuckled as he stopped his tickles and slowly started rubbing away the phantom tickles. "Soooo Jakey," Heeseung waited for the other boy to calm down some, "What did we learn today?"

Jake softly glared up at Heeseung "That you suck." This caused the older to quirk his eyebrow up and wiggle his fingers above Jake, causing the younger boy to squeak "I MEHEAN THAT I SHOULDN'T INTERRUPT YOUR GAME TIME!" Jake replied frantically.

The taller boy smiled at the answer "Perfect, now let's go cuddle on the couch I'm reaaaal tired after all that." Jake just scoffed at his words but happily followed him to the couch.

"If anyone should be tired it's me."

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[swap-meetog]

Three days ago my fiance Javier and I were out to dinner and got into a argument. He claimed I spent too much time at work and I was upset that the household chores hadn't been done yet again, even though ever since his student Visa expired he has been without a job and just stays home all day waiting for me to come home and dominate him in the bedroom.

Our argument disturbed the table next to us. One woman walked up to our table and said some words in a language I couldn't even identify, and in the next second I was seated on the opposite side of the table looking at myself! She told us that we needed to understand each other better, and that after one week all we had to do tobreverse the swap was to have set with each other.

I did my best to make it through the rest of the meal without totally freaking out- I was in the body of my Puerto Rican fiance/house boy. My speech came out with his heavy accent, my arms were darker than they have ever been. Javier however... I kept seeing him smiling to himself, and I swear I saw him rubbing his hands along his upper legs.

Since Javier didn't have a license I couldn't drive us home. It felt so weird to be sitting in the passenger seat.

"When we got home that first night, Javier led me into the bedroom and sat me down on the bed. "The witch said we have to act like each other while we are swapped," he said. He grabbed a pair of his super skimpy thongs and held it out to me. "I'd like my bottom boy to change into this. And actually, thongs are the only underwear you'll be permitted to wear this week."

My jaw dropped, but he pulled me to my feet and pinned me against the wall. I felt so weak next to my old body. "Now." He demanded, my voice booming.

Seeing that I had no other choice I quickly undressed and squeezed into the thong. "Good boy," he said, taking a seat in a large chair. "Now let's get your punishment out of the way."

"Punishment?! For what?"

"The chores aren't complete. That's Javier's job, after all. Here."

I got within arms reach of him and he roughly pulled me over his lap and spanked me. My ass sore, my face red, I was too stunned to do much of anything.

That night he slept with me in his arms. I have never been the little spoon before, and it made me feel so small sleeping next to my muscled body.

We went to the gym on Sunday and I mostly watched him work out my body. He went to the treadmill and I went to the locker room to freshen myself up. I still couldn't get over seeing his face in the mirror.

A couple guys walked in and I heard them talking about "that little queen over there", me. They weren't as big as my old body but they were bigger than me. They blocked the door as I tried to leave.

"Excuse me."

"You gotta pay the toll," the guy on the right said, pulling the waistband of his shorts down to reveal an already hard member. "Suck it, and we'll let you go."

I was humiliated. Does Javier really have to deal with this kind stuff?

Javier entered the room just as I was getting on my knees and scared them away.

I apologized, feeling totally degraded, but he laughed it off! "Sucks when everyone is bigger than you, right?" He then pushed me into the showers and stripped me down, then told me to get back on my knees while he stripped. "They do have a point though, bottom boys like you do give excellent head. So get to it."

There was no way I was going to give myself a blow job. When I resisted he used a small fraction of his strength to force me to my knees. "You are the sub now, hear me? You will do what I say!"

Javier's body was super attracted to mine, and especially it seemed when my body acted like an alpha. My dick was rock hard, but I didn't look at it. I knew his was at least three inches shorter than my former one.

On Monday I woke up to an empty bed. He had actually taken our car to his office! On the nightstand he left me my list of daily chores to do. It still freaks me out everytime I see his face in a mirror, and I can't get over how smooth his chest feels in the shower.

When he returned from work that night I was exhausted from doing all my chores. So tired actually that I forgot to fix any dinner and have it waiting for him when he walked in the door. That earned me another spanking, and then he flung me on the bed and tied my wrists to the headboard before fucking me as hard as he could. He then left me tied to the bed while he went and ordered pizza for the night. "You might get some once it goes cold, but tomorrow you'll know better," he said as he left me vulnerable and exposed on the bed.

That brings us to today, Tuesday. I was busy tending to my duties around the house when the doorbell rang, followed by three loud, solid knocks.

We weren't expecting anyone, at least not that I knew of, so I peeked out a window before opening the door. Two policemen were outside.

I opened the door, doing my best impersonation of Javier hoping I just looked like an innocent Latino. They asked me my name and I gave it. They then proceeded to put me in cuffs and started walking me towards the car, saying they were delivering me to immigration due to my expired Visa status. I blurted out that I was American, but they laughed it off due to my heavy accent. I wanted to say I had swapped bodies with my fiance, but who knows how that would have gone down.

On the ride to the station I asked them how they found me. "A man named Duncan Collins stepped forward with your status and home address."

I went numb. My own BROTHER called immigration on my fiance? The longer the ride went on the more scared I became. They only saw Javier when they looked at me, and I had 4 days left before we could swap back. But if I'm in a detaining cell, or if they ship me back to Puerto Rico, what would I do? I know none of his family, and I don't even speak Spanish! I had to get into contact with Javier in my body, but how?

Someone tell him what has happened, I need help! I don't know the first thing about living in a foreign country, and who knows what will happen to me without a big strong man like my fiance to protect me!

[poetryinsilence]

Noughts and Crosses - Jake “Hangman” Seresin x childhood friend!reader (part II)

A/n: Two idiots under one roof "Oh no, they're sleeping on the same bed" It's nothing but comic relief and trying to bond. And domestic fluff cuz this boy needs it. No beta read, going in raw

Summary: Jake is your new roommate whether you like it or not. Now what? He's been nothing but a pain in the ass for you, but the recovery of his injuries depends on it. You just have to...power through it. Possibly maybe...or maybe not...

Wc: 2,099

part I part III part IV

The car turns the final corner to a sparse suburban street as you pull into the driveway of a small, two-story house. Tan coloured with cracks crawl up its dry walls and connected with a white front porch, enough room to fit two chairs and a small coffee table.

You tug on the flimsy hand brake with a grunt and the car jolts for a split second. Take in a breath to calm your raging emotions and humming internally. You stare at Jake who's looking a bit confused at your house but meets your gaze with a chill down his spine.

"If we're gonna live as harmoniously as possible, we’ll have to lay down some ground rules. One; you're only staying until you are healed. Any minor injuries you sustain from this moment on, I will not be taking care of it. Two; I will drive you to your appointments and you will not be missing any of them. Do we have an agreement?”

Jake tilts his head and rubs his chin with that cartoonish thinking motion. Your eye twitches, holding back a fist threatening to collide with his chiselled face. “Yeah, I have a rule I’d like to add.”

“No, you don’t get to make a decision here. You’re not at the academy.” You snapped.

“I remember clearly you said ‘we’. And I believe that includes me, so strictly speaking I get to make a rule here.” He declares.

A vein popped in your head as you begrudgingly admit that he’s right and curse your mouth for running words too soon. “Fine. What are you suggesting?”

Jake flashes his million-watt smile and you regret it instantly. “Given my injured status, I think it’s best that I sleep on the bed for a faster than light recovery.”

“No, the bed is mine. You can sleep on the couch. It’s big enough to fit you and your injured ass on it.”

“Hey, I don’t sleep well on couches. They give me terrible back pains. You don’t want me to delay the process of my recovery, right?”

“Bed is mine and that’s final.”

“Okay, how about this,” He bites his lip and thinks for a second. “I get half of the bed— possibly less than half, and we could share for a short period. C’mon, it’s my only rule. What do you say?” Jake wiggles his brow in an attempt at temptation.

If it wasn’t for his disgustingly good looks, you would’ve seriously left him in the streets on the drive back. But also you won’t hear the end of it from your mother’s words of rage. You always knew she loved Jake more than you and how she always speaks of wanting a son whenever Jake is over. But funnily enough, Jake’s mother treats you like you were her own daughter all the time. Which made you think that some doctor accidentally swapped you both at birth by mistake, and you firmly believed that was the case.

You sigh, knowing that an argument with Jake Seresin always ends up badly and mostly you come out being wounded from the process. “Fine, you can get a third of the bed.” Even saying that left a bad taste in your mouth.

He beams, clapping his hands together for his tiny victory. “Looking forward to it, roomie!”

Reaching for the car door, the hinges groaned as the serene sunset breeze drifted in. Jake makes the car door sound in his attempt to peel himself off from the car seat but struggles to coordinate his movement and the crutches.

"Hold on, I'll come get you." You transferred yourself over to the other side of the car and wrapped his arm around your neck to hoist him to his feet. This awkward four-legged collaboration of going up just a mere three steps up your front porch ended up with the both of you heaving at the entrance hallway. Hopefully, nobody else saw that.

Jake hops around the perimeter of your cute and humble abode, snickering to himself as he peers around the cream-coloured kitchen. "Glad to see the collection of horrifying Beanie Babies are gone. You finally picked up on some grown-up hobbies with the postcards." He points at the facade of your fridge, decorated with magnets and postcards from different vacation spots.

The duffle bag slinks off your shoulder and falls to the hardwood floor with a thud. You rolled your eyes hard enough that's almost audible, dragging your feet towards the interior of your house. "For your information, Beanie Babies are one of the most valuable inventions of our generations. Just because it doesn't suit your college frat boy taste doesn't mean other people don't enjoy it."

He takes a beat, watches the wenge staircase intently then flickers back to your face with a stoic expression. "What's upstairs?" He points, left eyebrow arched with curiosity, or mockery.

What is this interrogation? You have not committed any crime, and yet, the dynamic of this conversation made you uneasy and under the spotlight. Correction: you haven't committed any crime, yet. Not with where this conversation is going.

"Nothing in particular...just my office. And storage room."

"Ah, there it is." Yep, there it is. And so is that obnoxious smile appearing again that's leaning ever so slightly towards hate than love. Love as in they are tolerable. Love as in 'I can be in the same room as him without committing a crime'. Honestly, crime doesn't sound so bad right now.

Your nose wrinkled, arms crossed as you scowl at Jake with a choleric gaze, repressing all the murderous thoughts back in its pandora's box. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He pouts and shrugs in response.

"Nothing...just, nothing..." He starts shuffling away. "Bedroom's that way, right?"

*

Nightfall swept you up in a whirlwind from what you experienced just one day, the inexplicable fatigue that was caused by one person alone could drain your battery out in a flash. And said person, now sat on the nearside of the bed, scrolling nonchalantly on his phone, still in his 4-day-old attire.

"You’ve been wearing that for the past few days. You’re not sleeping on my bed with them.” You demanded.

He peels his eyes away from the phone screen to look down at his sweatpants combo and then at you. "Great, I'll sleep butt naked then." He frisbees the device and begins to slip his fingers through the thick waistband.

"Stopstopstop!" you screeched, slamming down the brakes to stop Jake from whatever he's about to do. You rummage through your closet, in search of the clothes you got from Goodwill but never made their way to the hospital, and not because you forgot about them. You grabbed a fistful of clothes and smack dead upon Jake's face.

"Please, change into these. You know your way to the bathroom and I am sure you don't need any of my help. Goodnight, Lieutenant." The silky sheets flipped open to your side of the bed as you plop down to the cool, comforting feeling and sleep overtakes you in an instant, leaving Jake dumbfounded with the article of clothing in his hand.

*

You woke up to the sound of Jake's light snoring, as opposed to your usual morning bird song. The odd feeling of waking up next to someone hasn't occurred to you since your senior years of college. Even then, those feelings can't reciprocate as a sense of security.

With the notion of familiar unfamiliarity as you observe Jake, happily in stasis; body twists to mildly lay on his stomach, but not fully with his white-casted arm in restriction, leg crossed over gingerly to your side to relieve any uncomfortable pain. You booped his nose and smiled playfully to yourself as you watched him scrunch his nose in his sleep. He almost looks cute. Almost. When he's not running that mouth of his.

Uneagerly, you pushed your sleepy weight off the mattress to prepare head-on with whatever lies in front of you for the day. You tie your hair up with your signature ponytail, decorated yourself with a dose of light makeup, and left some instructions for Jake.

'Made coffee so help yourself.

Breakfast and lunch in fridge

Remember to microwave them

Do NOT leave the house

Be back at 5'

The post-it note clings to its dear life at the denim blue cabinet door where Jake would notice it coming out to the kitchen. You snatched your keys off the counter and made your way towards the front door but you halted for a brief moment and picked up the pen and post-it note again.

‘REMEMBER TO TAKE YOUR MEDS’

Satisfied with your arrangement, you set off for your shift at work.

The immense pleasure that the cats and dogs brought to you at the animal shelter made you enjoy work the most. That and your colleagues’ apprehension made you believe there is still a slither of good left in this world, as they let you leave 30 minutes early from your shift. Though it’s another quiet day at the shelter, you still feel bad for leaving all the paperwork to them.

Pre-rush hour is probably what you love the most. Driving down the highway and blasting your favourite tunes, singing on top of your lungs without any judgement of bad singing, or somebody honking at you to move in an unmovable queue and flipping you off from the view of your rearview mirror.

You pull up to the front of your driveway with a tightening sound to your brakes and the engine stops. The comfort of your couch is just mere steps away and you could feel that tingling sense building up and waiting to be released. Keys rattled and clicks the lock free to your comfort zone as you kicked off your shoes, but you were greeted with the sight of Jake sprawled out on the couch with his plastered leg rested on top of the coffee table, the only free hand on its way to stuff his face with powdered donuts. Eyes fixated on whatever is on tv.

Hm, donuts?

“I don’t remember getting donuts.” Your eyes squint at him but he’s still unfazed by the tv. “Did you leave the house?”

“Nah, Coyote came by and dropped it off for me.” He spoke nonchalantly.

“…A coyote got you donuts…?” Sure, Jake could be unpredictable at times and surprises you in many different ways. Befriending a coyote you could believe, but imagining a coyote going into a 7-11 to purchase donuts…if you told people this story they would just write you off as delusional and you can say goodbye to your freedom. You can’t believe that there are wild coyotes in the heart of San Diego. Maybe you should prepare for the worst case scenario if you’ve ever encountered one…

Jake unpeels his face from the tv to give you his full attention that speaks an ‘Are you serious' expression.

“No, Coyote is one of my buddies from work. He came to check up on me and debrief what I’ve missed.”

“You told somebody I’ve never met my address?!” Eyes wide in horror and jaw hanging down to the floor in awe, now you believe you need to protect yourself from not just coyotes but an actual Coyote.

“Relax, he’s not going to break in and steal your Beanie Babies. He’s got a better retirement plan than you do and could probably live the rest of his life in Hawaii, sipping on piña coladas.” His cocky grin can’t provide any reassurance, but screaming at his face won’t help anything.

You sigh and trudge your way to your eclectic yellow coach. Jake offers you a donut as a console and you begrudgingly accept without a second thought. You tuned out to whatever movie Jake is playing with your Netflix account, sitting comfortably as you watched the actors on screen embodying their characters. 

Both of you acknowledge the presence of one another but choose to keep silent. You wondered back to the cartoons you both watched every Saturday. Laying on the plush carpets of your living room, eyes glued to the technicolour animations, from actions to comedy. You wonder if it’s then Jake started to know what he wanted to become when he's older, you wonder if he's thinking about your shared childhood too. Do the memories of you creep into his mind every now and then? You could break the silence and ask him about the past 20 years. But you know better to leave yourself guessing than hear an answer that will disappoint you.

[the-fiction-witch]

Mr Sangster

Media IRL

Character Thomas brodie Sangster 

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sexy

Concept My Daughters Teacher

I stood over the oven doing my best to make sure dinner would be ready on time without burning it or undercooking it. I heard the front door open and quickly close the sound of things rolling around in her backpack 

"Hello Sweetie" I smiled

"Hi mama" she smiled putting her pack on the table 

"did you have a nice day at school?"

"fine, this is for you," she says handing over a bit of paper 

"Oh? what's this?" I asked having a look at the paperwork 

"it's a form for the parent's evening next week"

"ahh I see. I would like a word with a few of your teachers. Good to keep up a repore with them as your a big year seven now'

I made sure both I and little Luna were as presentable as possible, mostly because I would get a million evil glares from the other parents. We hurried inside and she lead me along to all of her different teachers, many of which had a lot to say, all of which I got down in my notebook by now starting to lose a little steam walking around this place. How on earth do the kids do this everyday? I'm exhausted. Till we got to her last teacher of the night most of the corridors and rooms were empty now as most headed home. I waited with Luna in hand outside the classroom while she had her lollipop that her math teacher gave her until another mother emerged, her son in hand looking rather angry. I waited a moment or two before heading inside the well decorated classroom, quite a jump from the other rather ugly rooms I had seen so far. 

"AHH Luna. There you are" he smiled at us immediately I was a little in shock, he was… handsome. Very handsome. Like surprisingly so for a teacher. He sat as his desk in little brown leather shoes, black suit pants that where uhh tight to his thin body, a dark grey almost black shirt rolled to his elbows the top buttons undone to reveal a good chain around his neck, a brown suit jacket over the chair behind him, paperwork perfectly organized on his desk along with a large coffee mug, he smiled sweetly even though he was clearly tried a well fixed mess of blonde hair that looked as if he had been fiddling with it all night. He smiled at Lina before he saw me quickly giving me a glance up and down and his smiled grew a little "hello" he smirked getting up from his chair "you must be Mrs y/l/n" he smiled offering his hand 

"Ohhh uhhh miss y/l/n" I corrected, shaking his hand "Mr Sangster I pressure?'

"Ohh excuse me. I do apologize. And yes."

"It's alright" I blushed 

"Do take a seat, I can imagine your in rush to get this one home" he says so I happily took a seat with Luna beside me "well where to begin with Luna, she's a very clever girl just wish she'd apply herself a little more" he smiled giving Luna a slight side eye making her giggle "she knows what I'm talking about" he explained "I was a little worried at the start of the year as we had a bit of trouble with her written projects but simply a matter of handwriting recognition once we swapped over to typing We've had no issues. I think it's just a case of her hands working a little too slow for her brain and thus she rushed and made It hard to read but other than that she's swimmingly not missing any assignments or any homework, she's always eager to read and to learn. I couldn't ask for a better student"

"Excellent that's very good to hear, thank you"

"No problem, miss y/l/n. You two get home I'll keep you post of anything changes"

"Thank you, lovely to meet you"

"Lovely to meet you too"

We headed out and into the car stopping for drive Thur on the way home.

I stood doing the dishes as I headed the school bus pull away from the road and soon enough the door opened and closed

"Hello mama" she smiled running in 

"Hi sweetie how was school?"

"Okay,"

"Just okay today?"

"Just okay"

"Alright, we're having Dino nuggets for tea?"

"Ooohh!" She smiled excitedly "and I need to give you this" she says handing me an envelope

"Oh another school form to sign?" I asked 

"No, this one's from Mr Sangster"

"Oh? Have you gotten in trouble?"

"No I promise"

"Alright, go on get started on your homework" I told her so she scurried off to the conservatory table to do her homework, I finished the washing up and set the dinner on before taking the envelope and having a read 

"Dear miss y/l/n, 

After seeing you at the latest after school function I find myself compelled to pen you a short letter. Luna is a very impressive girl, quick witted, smart and deadicated to her studies. I can only imagine where she must get it from. I would be thrilled to let you know of how Luna is doing as often as you'd like or of you'd like to know of any upcoming projects feel free anytime you'd like to send me a letter back. Thought Luna thought and not the school, they like to ask questions and preopen our post so this way we can… say whatever we like to each other.

X Mr Sangster"

I blushed hard reading such a note but I had to admit I had thought about it too. 

"Dear Mr Sangster,

Thank you very much for your concern about Luna. It's well appreciated. I'm well aware of her smarts and skills she often says she wants to be just like me when she grows up of course I would be thrilled for you to keep me posted on all the lessons and in class activities you do with Luna so I can help and support you from home as well. And would be thrilled to send or Receive your letters at any time

X Miss y/l/n"

This went on for … well literal months sending at least one letter a week back and forth to each other using Luna as our interim we talked about everything and nothing all at the same time honestly I had more than a small crush on him and he had been rather vocal about his own on me honestly I often had to check to make sure the envelopes were still sealed as they often got… steamy. We had even managed to send presents back and forth even if we had to be very sneaky about it. Until today the last day of the year before summer break, it was only a half day today so I had to pick her up a but I didn't mind. 

"So, you taking little Luna somewhere nice during the summer?" He asks as he came over chatting politely as to not give anything away to the sea of other parents here to collect their children and of course the children themselves, he loomed beside me close enough to be personal but far enough to not give us away in his red leather shoes, black suit pants and a red button down rolled to his elbows a sweet mahogany smell emanating from his neck and shirt the same one his letters often smelt of

"No, no big trips planned. She'll be helping me in the day to day. And we've agreed were going to do a book marathon over the summer together"

"That sounds very sweet" he cooed "I'd recommend doing hamlet near the end of August they do that in the first term give her an advantage"

"Thank you, I'll be sure to" I smiled 

"How did you like your present?"

"Ohh I utterly adored it." He smiled "your the only parent who ever makes me cookies" he smiled "and they are delicious" 

"I made them special"

"Your too good to me" he winked 

"It'll be nice for you, have a nice long break?"

"Ohh no I'll be back to work in a week"

"You will? Doing what?"

"Pick up classes. All thought the summer, for the advanced kids who wanna get ahead of next year and the ones still catching up form this year' he explained "it's a bit of a pay cut and I don't get the summer off but I don't mind"

"That's sweet of you" I smiled "you won't be working all summer though will you?"

"Just Tuesdays and Thursdays"

"Well, maybe it could be handy for Luna"

"It could? She would do well in my tuesday class" he says "your meant to sign up in may, and there is technically a fee but… in sure I can make an exception and squeeze her in" he smirked his hand secretly moving from behind his back to behind me and giving my ass a pinch which immediately made me blush 

"Hi sweetie" I smiled as Luna came to give me a cuddle 

"Hi mama." She giggled

"You all ready?"

"I need to say by to Charlotte"

"Go say bye bye to Charlotte then" I laughed pushing her off to go see her friend "we'll see how it goes"

"Yeah we'll see. Well either way we don't have our little messenger. And I don't know if I'll get her next year"

"Yeah" I said rather sadly

"So." He smiled getting a bit of paper from his pocket I quickly took it not wanting to draw attention to us "use that from now on. And you'll probably be better putting me in as Thomas in your phone less suspicious" he says "unless you're into calling me Mr Sangster?"

"No, I'll use Thomas" I blushed "and when mine comes through best you use y/n"

"Y/n? Alright I will."

"I'm ready now mama" Luna smiled as she came back

"Alright, let's get going. Have a nice day Mr Sangster" I smiled

"You too miss y/l/n" he smiled before we headed off to the car.

[whisper-my-serenade]

Sleepless

Todd Anderson x Neil Perry | 2554 words

Some context: this is part of a series of anderperry mini-character studies I’ve been working on, and probably will publish at some point, but for now this is the only one that feels done. It takes place in April of 1960, about a month after they get together.

Welton was a surprisingly good place to hide things. There, boys who were far better at making chemical solutions than friends could hide their social deficiencies behind academic rigor, those with more brawn than brain could hide their poor marks behind athletic scholarships, and there was no insecurity that having a father rich enough to send you there couldn’t gloss over. And some…well, some had other secrets to hide.

Todd thought he was very lucky indeed that he and Neil shared a room. If that hadn’t been the case, they would have been hard-pressed to find time alone, and Welton was not kind to boys who were caught where they shouldn’t be. That was probably increased tenfold if the reason for their hiding was a reason like Todd and Neil’s. Here, secrets were easily kept, not out of some romantic ideation of knowing and being known, but out of necessity. Todd felt he knew that necessity better than anyone, but this time, if he were to be caught, it would be his fault. This time, he brought it upon himself. This time, he didn’t regret it.

It was not a hard adjustment, at first, if an odd one. Part of him was pleased that he didn’t have to hide it, didn’t have to avert his gaze if Neil caught him staring, didn’t feel the urge to pull away if their hands brushed under a table, didn’t have to worry about the delicate space between them if Neil sat startlingly close on a couch. Then there were the really good parts, the ones that only occurred once a desk chair had been wedged under their dorm room door, one of them cursing about the school not providing them with locks. Those parts were the ones Todd daydreamed about while his teachers lectured up front, the ones he thought about at night as he and Neil settled into bed, the ones Neil sometimes teased about into his ear as someone else told a joke, quiet enough that only the two of them would hear. He never quite laughed at the thought, but he would smile to himself, very slowly, for the first time feeling excitement at having a secret to hide.

Neil knocked his shoulder as they made the short trek from the communal bathroom to their dorm. Todd knocked back. They did this often: small games others didn’t notice, but the two of them got the message. I haven’t forgotten you. I would do more if I could. Just wait until we’re alone. Neil pushed into his side again, harder this time. Todd smiled. And pushed back.

The radiator was broken again, but that didn’t matter as much now as it had when the small calendar Neil kept on his desk said Dec, Jan, or Feb. They’d both tried and failed to fix it on multiple occasions, but had mostly resigned themselves to curling up under a few extra blankets when they weren’t greeted with the machine’s hum. It was better that way, anyways, because blankets from home were softer and warmer. They’d swapped the ones they’d brought, at some point, because neither liked the smell of home but both liked the smell of each other. Todd couldn’t remember if that was before or after, but he supposed it didn’t really matter. Neil kissed him on the cheek as he spread out the green fleece blanket over his small bed, having to fish out whatever book he was reading at the moment from under the covers. He didn’t often know exactly what he’d find, as he consumed them so quickly he didn’t really have time to notice what they were, and Neil always picked them out anyways. He turned to face Neil now, going back to their game by kissing the other boy’s cheek in return. The Picture of Dorian Gray. Neil was not known for his subtlety.

“Have anything for the meeting tomorrow?” Neil asked as he returned to his own side of the room.

“No, I gave all my good stuff to Keating,” Todd said casually as he flopped down onto his bed and opened the book.

“Anything that comes out of your mouth is good,” Neil commented with a smirk, fiddling with his alarm clock.

Todd kept his gaze down on the page. “Blueberries.”

Neil stopped fiddling to look up at him, confused. “What?”

“You said anything that comes out of my mouth is good. Blueberries.” Todd did not look up, but he didn’t need to to hear Neil’s melodic laughter and know that the joke had landed.

“I hate blueberries!” Neil managed to choke out through his giggling.

“I know.” Todd smiled.

The first time Todd had made a joke, it was the second or third meeting of the Dead Poet society, and it was raining cats and dogs outside. All seven boys had been mulling around in the cave for a while, knowing they needed to get back to the school as soon as possible but unwilling to trek into the downpour. They told stories, gossiped, read, whatever they needed to to occupy themselves until the storm let up. There may have been a few drinks floating around, and Todd remembered feeling airy and pleasantly tipsy. Neil sat on a rock a few feet above him, and if he was maybe a little bit drunker, Todd would have leaned into his calf.

“...and then she just dies on the street from hypothermia, or whatever.” Knox was finishing some old story he knew, but as it was Knox, and Knox seemed to be a bit of a lightweight, it was terribly paced and interrupted by intermittent bursts of giggling.

“What the hell kind of fairy tales are you reading, Knoxious?” Charlie reclined against the stone wall of the cave, swinging a bottle between his fingers, with his eyes narrowed in Knox’s direction,

“Oh come on, don’t look at me like that, it’s the…” Knox snapped his fingers a few times. “What’s-his-face. The Little Mermaid guy.”

“Hans Christian Andersen?” Pitts asked, his vivacious smile taking over his face.

Knox snapped again and pointed at him. “Yeah! Him!”

“That’s a terribly depressing story, Knox,” Cameron, a little more drunk than Todd expected him to be, commented gravely from the other side of the cave. Of course he didn’t find anything fun in it, Todd knew Charlie was itching to say, but Neil gave him a look, and he kept his mouth shut.

Knox shrugged. “I didn’t write it. Not like you tell any better stories anyways, Cameron, we’ve always heard yours before.”

“Oh, I’ve got a better one,” Charlie shouted out, setting his bottle down and motioning for them to gather around him in the center of the cave. “Did you guys ever hear the one about the princess who married a snake and had to strip his flesh off to find anything good in him?” The poets laughed a little, and Charlie was gearing up to jump into the tale, but he stopped when someone else spoke.

“What’s that, your mother’s autobiography?” Todd wasn’t sure why he said it, maybe it was the drinks, maybe he was finally getting comfortable with having friends, who knew. For a second he thought he should take it back, what with the resounding silence and unreadable looks the other poets were giving him, but then Neil started laughing, and when Neil laughed everyone laughed, and Todd found himself smiling along with them.

Charlie stood frozen, jaw on the floor and eyes a caricature portrait of fury.

“What do you say to that, Charlie? You’ve been outdone!” Meeks smiled from ear to ear, looking between Todd and Charlie with a look of bemusement on his face.

“Todd Anderson,” Charlie started, speaking slowly but without the slurred words that would have shown he was too drunk to process it. “You’ve really been a sarcastic little shit this whole time, haven’t you?”

Todd blushed and stared down at his beat-up shoes, feeling Neil’s hand ruffle his hair from behind him. Later, when the rain had let up some and the group was meandering back to the school, Neil told him that he would never underestimate him again, that Todd was probably capable of taking over the world if it weren’t for his reserved nature. Much later, when Todd would have had no fear in leaning his head against Neil’s leg, Neil told him that that night was the first time he felt he really knew Todd, that he understood the playful nature he kept mostly hidden, but now came out easily when the two were alone. The poets still often froze up when Todd joked, surprised that he was capable of letting loose a bit, but Neil always teased that they were just angry that his jokes were better than theirs. His sense of humor, he supposed, was just another secret. At least that one didn’t have a chance of getting anyone hurt.

Todd had trouble sleeping at the best of times, and his insomnia often became much more pronounced when he was stressed or craving comfort. He never told anyone, though, and kept his movements quiet enough that he would not wake Neil. He supposed that was part of the reason he always waited to let Neil wake him up rather than set his alarm. He needed all the extra minutes he could get, and Neil knew that, even if Todd was pretty sure he didn’t know why. He stared up at the ceiling that night, feeling more restless than usual, which surprised him, because he’d been sleeping fairly well ever since he and Neil got together. Was he allowed to phrase it like that, like they were normal? Neil called Todd his boyfriend, and that had to account for something, right? Todd felt like “getting together” and “boyfriend” were phrases reserved for telling someone else about your relationship, something he and Neil had no intention of doing. Well, maybe Neil wanted to, but he was smart enough and knew Todd well enough to keep his mouth shut. Todd was vaguely aware that Charlie knew Neil liked boys, and that he “had feelings” for Todd, or however you want to phrase it, but so far he was fairly sure Neil hadn’t said a word to Nuwanda about them being… something. Todd was pretty sure that he’d know if Charlie knew.

Todd didn’t mind so much if Neil’s best friend knew things the others didn’t, but he’d been stressing the fact that the more people knew, the more risk they were at for getting hurt. Secrets kept them safe, and being able to be safe with Neil was all he really needed right then.

His thoughts drifted a lot, from that night in the cave to that night after the play to that night in the alleyway. Night was his best time, he decided, but he liked it a lot less when he actually wanted to be asleep. He shifted over on his side to face the wall, but froze upon hearing a slight rustling of fabric, then a sleep-worn voice from across the room.

“Todd?”

“Yeah, Neil?”

“Why are you still awake?”

“Can’t sleep.” Todd paused for a moment. “Why are you?”

“I heard you.”

Todd flipped around again to find Neil staring at him wide-eyed through the moonlight, sheets bunched up over his shoulder. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s fine.” Neil smiled softly, then conceded. “I couldn’t sleep either.”

The two of them stared at each other for a minute, a comfortable silence hanging over them in the absence of the white noise of the radiator. “Are you cold?” Todd asked quietly, noticing how tightly Neil was curled up in his bed.

“Not really. You could come over here, if you are.”

Todd hesitated, not breaking his eye contact with Neil. They were physically close; they always had been, even more so since they realized that it actually meant something. There were countless times where they’d curl up on one of their twin beds, a head resting on a shoulder or an arm carelessly tossed around a waist. But night always separated them: Neil kissed him gently on the mouth, or, more often, the cheek, they said goodnight, and they curled up in their own separate worlds. This was not a routine that Todd had yet encroached on, one hangover that showed he was still maybe the slightest bit nervous about the whole “relationship with your roommate that your parents would kill you for, if it was not literally illegal” thing. Neil normally conceded when he had hangups about this sort of thing, about where they were or who might walk in or how far they’d go; he was just sweet like that. Neil sometimes voiced specific things he wanted, but mostly he let Todd take the reins. He supposed that was still true now; if Neil wanted him to come (despite him acting nonchalant about the whole affair, he probably did), he did not ask directly, rather phrasing it as a casual question that was in Todd’s hands. Todd would have to talk to him about that some other time. Neil had the right to ask for anything, anything, and Todd would probably not deny him much. Neil was sweet, and Todd liked a sugar rush. He pushed himself out of bed and quietly trotted across the room.

Neil shifted over for him; the bed was too small to give either boy ample room, but Todd supposed they wouldn’t be having this silent discussion if it did. Neil’s feet were warm under the blanket, and his arm too as he melted into Todd’s side. Todd had always noticed how warm Neil’s skin was, and somewhere in his mind there was regret that he didn’t think of just climbing into Neil’s bed sooner, in the depths of winter when he could see his breath in front of him.

“This okay?” Neil murmured as Todd shifted to lay his head on the other boy’s chest. This would only work if practically every point of their bodies were touching, something Todd really did not mind.

“‘Course.” He nuzzled closer into Neil’s chest, his lover’s arm slowly snaking around his waist as he let out a sigh.

Todd then heard a gentle hum in his ear, a melody he took a second to recognize, but had to laugh to himself when he did. “What?” Neil stopped to chuckle along with him.

“‘Put Your Head On My Shoulder’? Really? You’re more of a sap than I thought.”

“Come on, I love that song!” Neil whispered defensively.

Todd just smiled again and let his arm drift over Neil’s chest. “I like it when you sing it. You have a nice voice.”

“I’ll be sure to serenade you every night from now on, darling.” The sarcastic tone in his voice made Todd laugh again.

“How did I end up with such a hopeless romantic?”

“Oh come on, you love me for it.”

Todd thought for a second, letting his eyes close as Neil’s hand gently rubbed his arm. “I do, I really do.”

Welton was an excellent place to hide things, Todd thought. When the door was closed, no one ever knew that those two juniors the teachers always joked were joined at the hip were using one bed instead of two.

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

My Dearest Trashy,

In honor of my sprained ankle, which is particularly angry today, can you write me a FLUFFY little number where Dylan takes care of his injured girlfriend?

Love,

Your BFF Mischief

Happily. Gladly. Eagerly.

This one goes out to my bestie and her busted ankle. Much love, beautiful human! - Trashy, your filthy enabler ;)

Tags: SWEET AS SHIT FLUFF. DEAL WITH IT, SMUT LOVERS.

Authors Note: Established relationship with a girl named Rachael. Rachael is my go-to for one-shots. If that's your name, I suppose this is an insert? Enjoy? ;) Also, here's some recommended listening, if you're into that kind of thing <3

As Long As You're With Me

God, what a long day. What a long-ass day. Rachael’s ankle ached and throbbed when she finally sat down on the couch. She winced as she reached down to rub at it.

“You’re supposed to be resting that, you know…” Dylan said, walking out from the kitchen into the living room. “Even at work…”

When she’d left that morning, he was still lazily walking around the house shirtless in a pair of grey sweats, so she was a bit surprised to see him looking so pulled together, especially since he said he’d be spending the day at home. He was wearing a dark blue sweater, and a pair of his favorite khakis. His hair was that perfect disheveled he managed to achieve on a fairly regular basis. He looked good, but he always did.

“No rest for the wicked,” she smiled at him, but she was sure it wasn’t convincing him.

He shook his head and sat down next to her, placing his hand on her thigh. “I really wish you’d taken another week off before you started going back into the office.” He looked down at her feet.

“I know, but...they needed me in there and the new guy is a fucking disaster.”

He sighed in resignation with a small shake of his head. “Well come on then,” he said, patting his thigh. “Get ‘em up here.”

“You really don’t have to—”

“Yes I do. So, shut up and gimme the hoof”.

Rachael laughed sliding sideways a bit on the couch so she could swing her legs up over his knees. She rested her back against the arm of the couch, watching him as he peeled off her little ankle socks and balled them up before he set them on the back of the couch.

Dylan ran a long finger down the side of her swollen ankle, stilling over the slight bruise that still discoloured it.

Rachael could see the way his brows knitted together like he was feeling her pain when he touched her skin. He loved her. She could see it in everything he did—everything he said—and she loved him too.

“I should have been there when you slipped,” he said, looking up at her as he laid his palm on her skin, the heat of his skin soothing the ache a bit. “Could’ve caught you.”

She smiled with a sigh. “I would have found a way to bust my ass with you holding my hand, and I think you know that.”

He laughed, wrapping her foot up in his hand and rubbing his thumbs into the arch. “The clumsy does run deep, huh?” he grinned, his hands working over her aching joints, but not stressing her tender injury.

She could feel the tension easing, some of the swelling in her foot and toes calming down under his touch.

“So how was your first day back?” he asked, swapping his attention to the other foot.

Rachel paused for a minute, watching the careful way he held her, the gentle way he worked his fingers against her skin. “I mean...it could have been better? Could’ve been worse?”

“Ah,” he said before he pressed his lips into a thin line. “So on a scale of one to workplace-fuckery, you were sitting around a ‘meh’?”

He had a way of making her feel like nothing was worth sweating over too much. That whatever it was that was bothering her just shouldn’t. That he was there for her, and that they’d get through it together. That she could lean on him and he’d gladly shoulder the extra weight.

“Yeah. ‘Meh’ sounds about right.”

“So,” he said, shifting the conversation “I was gonna cook for you, but I figured you’d actually like to enjoy your meal after a long day.” He flashed her a wink.

“Mmm, very astute of you,” she teased.

“Hey!” he reprimanded, his hands stilling on her skin. “I’m allowed to self-deprecate, but no one said you could pile on.”

“Sorry, sorry, go on…” she encouraged.

“So…” he drew it out, teasing her even more with the way he exaggerated the start of his sentence, “I ordered in…”

“Little Duck!?”

He huffed in feigned annoyance. “The art of surprise is entirely lost on you, isn’t it?”

“You act like I shouldn’t know that you’d order pad thai for such an illustrious occasion.”

He gave her foot a small squeeze before he spoke. “Fair.” He continued working over her sore joints with his strong hands, both of his thumbs driving the tension out of the arch on this foot too. “But, I think I can still surprise you,” he waggled his brows.

“Oh, really?” Rachel grinned.

“Mhm,” he hummed, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

“We’ll see…”

He didn’t respond, he simply shook his head. “I’m gonna go grab some ice for this, because...while I know I have a magical touch with these,” he held up his hands and wiggled his fingers. “This bad boy,” he pointed to her swollen ankle, “needs the frozen peas treatment.”

She chuckled at him as he carefully lifted her feet from his lap and sat them down on a pillow he tucked under them.

“One sec,” he said, skipping off into the kitchen.

Rachael heard him digging around in the freezer, whistling and puttering around in the drawers for a minute or so before she heard the sound of a bunch of ice skittering across the kitchen floor. “Dyl! You alright?” she asked, sitting up a bit, holding her weight up on her palms.

“I got it!” he said, poking his head around the corner as he chased down an ice cube that had bounced through the threshold into the dining room. “Nothing to see here...don’t get up. I got it under control.”

“All right…just don’t hurt yourself. We can’t both be laid up,” she covered her eyes for a moment with her forearm, clearing her head before she laid back and relaxed, listening to him laugh a little bit before he started to whistle.

“Gotcha, you little fucker,” he said, presumably to an ice cube he’d tracked down in the kitchen. He strode back out into the living room, proudly holding a ziplock bag of ice and a tea towel. “M’lady,” he bowed, presenting the bag like it was a glass slipper on a velvet pillow.

She scooched along the couch to make a bit more space for him to sit down when the doorbell rang.

“Thai!” he almost shouted, wrapping the bag of ice in the tea toweL. He rested it on the pillow and set her ankle on it. “Hold that there,” he said, rushing for the door and flinging it open.

“Will do.”

Their dinner was sitting on the doorstep. “God. Don’t you just fucking love DoorDash?” he asked, plucking the bag from the ground before he shut the door. “Gone are the days of awkward conversations with food-peddling strangers. I couldn’t be happier about it.”

“Are you saying you don’t miss that long minute of awkward silence while you’re waiting for the transaction to finish?”

Dylan walked over and sat the bag on the coffee table. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Fair enough,” she agreed.

Dylan walked past her to the kitchen and grabbed some drinks before he snatched the remote control off the end table and turned on the TV. “Dinner and a movie?” he asked, looking over at her.

“Sure,” she smiled, sitting up a bit.

“Ah, ah,” he tisked, walking around to her side of the couch, standing over her and grabbing a pillow from the chair to place behind her back. “Rest,” he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

Rachael sighed at the sweet gesture, but she wanted a little bit more than sweet. When he pulled back from her, she reached and pulled him down to her so that she could kiss him properly. His mouth was quick to adapt to the sudden need hers had for it. He leaned down even more to deepen their connection and his hands were soon knotting into the waves of her hair.

When she felt like she needed a breath, he cradled her face in his hand and peppered her lips and cheek with small kisses until his lips were brushing against the skin of her neck below her ear.

“Someone’s hungry,” he teased.

She smirked, brushing her lips over his ear. “Yeah...but mostly for thai food.”

“Ouch,” he laughed as he stood, “way to hurt a man’s feelings,” he feigned a gutshot as he walked back around the coffee table.

She tucked her legs back long enough for him to flop down onto the couch and adjust the cushion so that it was propped up on his thigh before she rested her ankle on it again.

He turned on the TV and opened Hulu. “Never Been Kissed?” he asked, pausing on the preview screen.

“Really, Dyl?”

“What!?”

“I thought you were going to surprise me?” she teased

He turned to her, looking less than impressed. “Alright, smartass. You pick.” He tossed her the remote.

“Fine,” she said, picking it up as he leaned forward and started taking the food out of the bag. He set her box of pad thai down in front of her, along with a pair of wrapped chopsticks. She grinned when she found the perfect movie. “This one,” she said clicking on it.

Dylan looked up at the TV, and his expression turned to indignation before he turned to her. “Really?” he asked before he ran his tongue along the inside of his lower lip.

“You said I could pick!” she whined. “I’m injured and sad…” she pouted, batting her lashes.

He narrowed his eyes, but she knew she had him wrapped around her finger.

He drew in a long breath and sighed it out before he spoke. “Fine..”

She smiled and pressed play, grabbing her food from the table as the title sequence for ‘Love and Monsters’ began to play.

[princecameronlovedacommoner]

Rafebarry Ficlet: The Shattered too Can Be Healed

( Fluff. Just Lots of Fluff & Rafe Snuggles)

Summary: Barry takes care of Rafe after he comes to him straight from having a fight with his old man.

A quarter till midnight and the bastard comes through the front door like the place is his very own, not one knock, no “What’s up, man” from the other side of the screen while he waited for Barry to let him inside. Not even a simple “Hey, mind if I stay around awhile?” before Rafe Cameron barges right into Barry’s trailer, lips bloody and swollen like he’d just got into it with somebody on the drive over.

Barry turned off the local news network on his little tv in the corner of the room. The weather forecast was done with anyway and he really didn’t give a shit about much else at the moment.

Aside from the clearly distressed Kook who had entered his domain and that was behaving in an even odder way than usual. For Rafe that was definitely saying a lot.

“Well, shit. Look at you, Country Club. Look like somebody done took off with that shiny new ride Daddy got you cruising’ in now. They pull your ass out of it first?” He motioned to Rafe’s split lip and expected him to snap at the jest. To snarl at least. Just a little.

But Rafe didn’t say a word. He dumped his things on Barry’s couch, facing away from him to hide the injury, of which he was obviously ashamed.

“Ain’t talkin’ tonight, huh?” Barry’s tone was less teasing and more…well…gentle was really the only word that could properly describe it.

“No.” Rafe muttered, and that was good. At least Barry was getting something out of him, even if it was mostly just sniffles and swallowed down sobs.

Barry sighed, leaning back in his recliner and crossing his arms behind his head, showing off a pair of bare and decently worked muscles. “Alright then, pretty thing.” He agreed to Rafe’s current terms of silence, mostly just to keep the tension boiling within the blonde headed rich boy from rising into a raging fit.

Barry knew Rafe well enough by now. He just needed to relax for a little while to calm down. “Go take a shower, why don’t ya?” He suggested. “Hot water’s back on.”

Rafe went, without another word, down the hall and locked the flimsy bathroom door behind him.

Alright. So this was going to be a rough night. He only ever trapped himself in there when he was feeling pretty worse for wear.

Whatever. Barry was still confident that he could talk him down enough to avoid an outburst. So he reluctantly got up from his cozy chair and went into the kitchen to make them both something to snack on.

The water in the shower quit after about a half hour and once Barry had thrown a couple of grilled cheeses together, Rafe was already sitting on the couch, wrapped up in his warm grey robe that he kept in Barry’s closet, his golden hair still wet from his shower and his arms crossed over his chest.

“Eat somethin’.” Barry insisted, handing him a plate and then setting down a chipped mug of sweet smelling tea upon the cluttered coffee table in front of Rafe. They didn’t need to talk about that and Rafe didn’t need any convincing to drink it. Whatever Barry used to make the stuff usually really helped him to calm down after a tough run in with the old man. The same was true now, his trembling muscles beginning to slow as he sipped at the hot drink.

“You gonna let me clean that lip up for ya?” Barry eventually dared to ask once he felt that Rafe had been gentled enough to not bite the hand that fed him.

Cameron didn’t reply right away but once he’d finished half of his sandwich and the mug was drained, he touched the tips of his own fingers gently to the angry cut that actually ran through both of his lips. “Not much you can do for it.” He muttered.

“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that.” Barry got up again from his chair and came closer, Rafe’s lack of action to repel him being a clear invitation to approach.

“Who did this shit, huh?” He asked softly as he sat down next to Rafe. Rafe, who didn’t cower from him but pulled his robe tighter against his body, as if Barry might try to take advantage of his currently wrecked emotional state. Even if he knew that he never would.

“Don’t,” He hissed. “Just don’t fucking ask, alright? Just-Just get me some Vaseline and some ibuprofen, alright? Stop asking questions…”

“Sure thing, Country Club. I got you.” Of course Barry knew already that Daddy Cameron was probably the assailant who did the damage but he wasn’t going to say that to Rafe. It’d only get him worked up and angry.

After searching through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for awhile, Barry came back to patch his shaky little Kook up, going a step further than Rafe had told him to and first cleaning both slashes in the soft flesh with some cold antiseptic before the Vaseline went anywhere near them. Rafe downed a couple of Tylenol after and after a little while of resting on Barry’s couch, arms still crossed defensively over his chest, Rafe got up and went to the bedroom, leaving Barry to finish some dumb 80’s movie they’d started up together.

The bed was nice and soft against the tenseness of Rafe’s body and he slowly let himself sink into the mattress beneath the sheets. Sheets that smelt like them, only slightly less than the pillows Rafe swapped so he could breath in Barry’s scent without asking for the real deal.

The old rickety floors creaked when Barry came back to slide into bed as well, long calloused fingers shoving dark locks back over his head and out of his eyes. “You been theivin’ my pilla again, huh?” He couldn’t help but grin rather proudly when he saw that Rafe had his face buried in the pillow he’d claimed as his: the one that was stuffed into the Carolina Panthers case he’d found at the thrift shop. “Fork it over, baby boy. You can hang onto me instead.”

Rafe didn’t protest, switching the pillows back. He liked his own better anyway. It was firmer. Not as squishy as Barry’s that was going to give him a life long crick in the neck someday.

“Take the fucking thing if it matters so much…” He muttered under his breath at Barry, who willingly pretended that it was his idea alone to roll Rafe over and hold him close against his warm naked chest.

“Come here, pretty thang. That’s a good boy,” Barry dropped little bits of praise for Rafe to lap up like the love starved pup that he was. “Let me hold ya, baby. Been missin your cute ass around here all day, honey pie. You might as well come on in here and shack up with me full time, ya know? Don’t ever wanna let go of you in the mornins, baby. You just got those wicked little claws in my heart now, huh? My pretty thang. Know how fuckin’ perfect you look right now?”

Rafe relaxes deeply enough at Barry’s words that sometimes, including tonight apparently, he doesn’t really even notice that he’s crying against his lover’s skin.

Barry doesn’t mention it either. Just keeps praising him, rubbing on his back, and kissing at every bit of exposed skin he can find to smooch.

Rafe never feels calmer than when he’s here, wrapped in Barry’s arms, being taken care of and loved so thoroughly.

If heaven truly was a real place, he thought to himself before drifting off to sleep, this must be what it feels like to be there.

There’s never been another place on earth that Rafe could flee to, where the dark thoughts in his head wouldn’t follow. Just here. Just here with Barry in these moments where peace of mind wasn’t just a myth.

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Un-dress to impress is a fav of mine. Prompt if this pic inspires you. Amy in Rosa jacket (again) flannel and tee + jeans  https://www.gettyimages.com/detail/news-photo/melissa-fumero-attends-spanish-aqui-presents-en-directo-news-photo/1238202043

(thank you for liking un-dress to impress! I still love how that whole story came rushing out from just one amazing pic)

"Why hello ma'am." Jake's eyebrows are up to his hairline as Amy walks past him with a sigh. "How can I help you today?"

"Shuddup." She groans, tugging on the too large flannel pushing up under Rosa's leather jacket. "You're lucky you always leave something behind in my car, or I'd be in a much worse mood now. All I had in my emergency bag was jeans and a shirt, and it's cold today." She's glad Rosa was willing to hand over her jacket, too, if only to stop her partner from whining in the passenger seat the entire drive back to the station.

"Are you here to report something? Do you need help with a crime?" Jake continues his play, acting like a simple outfit change and open hair has transformed his girlfriend into a complete stranger in the precinct.

"Jake, I got trashgunk all over me chasing a perp, and I won't be able to take a shower until after the paperwork is done. I'm not in the mood for games."

"We simply live to serve the public. Especially the hot-ass flannel and leather wearing public."

Amy sighs again, but drops down into the chair next to his desk instead of her own, giving him a very clear stare that he only answers with a grin.

"Actually, yes, I do have something to report."

Jake hums as he opens a file on his computer, hands hovering over the keyboard to take notes.

"There's this colleague at my work who's frankly been getting more and more inappropriate."

"Really?"

"Yes. He keeps staring at my chest, and my ass whenever I walk past him. I've caught him looking at me during meetings too, or when I'm trying to get work done in the copy room."

"Sounds horrible." Jake is obviously biting the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning as he types.

"He's been making comments, too, when no one else is listening. About my 'badonkadonk'-" Amy raises her fingers to denote a direct quote "-and how my outfits should be declared illegal."

"Very crude."

"Very." Amy nods. "And he's actually gotten handsy once or twice when we were alone in a storage space."

Jake gasps, still typing something, but giving her quick sideglances the entire time.

"So you'd like to report that?"

"No." Now it's Amy's turn to grin as she leans forward, drops her head to the side to let her hair linger over his desk, and she can tell Jake's eyes can't decide what to focus on as they jump all over her. "I'd like to file a complaint that he's not doing enough, and should finally get to it."

He lets out a surprised little laugh as she bites her lip from grinning too much, and replies to her look with just as much shine in his eyes.

"If you two get up to anything that gross while she's wearing my jacket-" Rosa interrupts them suddenly, returning to her desk after booking their perp into Holding "-I'm going to set fire to it. While Amy's still wearing it."

-*-

They do keep their distance for the rest of the work day, mostly because Rosa keeps shooting death glares at Amy whenever she so much as gets up from her desk to walk past Jake.

There's not quite as much distance in the elevator, when Rosa's leather jacket has been swapped for Jake's and handed back with a little 'sorry', packing their bags for the day and heading straight back to Amy's for that promised shower.

"The jeans are yours, right?" Jake mumbles against her lips as they break from their kiss, and she hums in agreement.

"Thank god." He sighs, and she squeals as she feels his hands grip and squeeze her butt in them as tight as he can.